This Game Is Too Realistic

In the wasteland, there are more than 500,000 people living in a large settlement, but to be honest, there are only more than 500,000 people. If it were to be released in Triumph City or Ideal City, the commotion of thousands of people would be nothing more than a sneeze.

But in Boulder City, which has been suffering from long-standing problems, this sneeze became the fuse that triggered all crises, almost knocking out its front teeth...

At noon the next day, Alec, the security chief of Weijia Trading Company, rubbed his red rosacea and climbed out from the mountain of wine bottles.

Sometimes he feels that he is actually awakening, but his awakening is not so obvious. Once he followed his boss to the northern suburbs and sat in the lobby of a hotel in Jilu Town. He saw that those blue-coated men who claimed to be awakened could not stop drinking after five or six bottles, but he was a real man who could drink a thousand glasses.

It is precisely for this reason that the boss always takes him with him.

On the one hand, he is really big enough to scare those malnourished people, on the other hand, his drinking capacity is an indispensable pastime at the party. The boss and his mistress smiled and hugged each other. At this time, he Get drunk wisely.

Shaking his groggy head, Alec picked up the clothes thrown aside and moved his stiff neck to prepare to continue sleeping. However, the door of the box opened with a bang, and the disheveled Vijia hurriedly walked out. He walked in from outside, followed by the expressionless secretary Alon.

"Damn it, are you a pig? You're still sleeping at this time!"

Seeing the expression on the boss's face, Alec immediately realized that something was wrong, and asked quickly regardless of his splitting headache.

"Boss, what happened?"

"What happened? You didn't even know how well you accomplished what I asked you to do!"

Seeing Weijia spitting like flying stars, Alec felt puzzled for a while, scratched the back of his head and said carefully.

"You...are you talking about the newspaper-reading Sperger? I have already contacted Phyllis and arrested him."

Weijia's nose became crooked with anger and he cursed angrily.

"I asked you to arrest him into the prison, but I didn't ask you to arrest everyone in the prison! Without those poor people, who will do the work? Do you expect the assembly line to start moving on its own? Or do you go to the prison?"

Alec was shocked.

"How is that possible! I, I watched Phyllis only take away one person!"

"But now they're all in!" Weijia gritted her teeth, "I still have to find a way to fish them out!"

Aron, the secretary who was following him, coughed slightly.

"I have inquired about it, and those people joined the movement on their own. They claim that they will never leave any of their friends behind... That friendship group is the source of all evil. If we don't find a way to dismantle them, their number will be like a virus. If the news spreads quickly, it may endanger not just one factory, but all of them.”

Weijia Trading Company not only has a flavor food processing factory, but also has many food-related industries.

Weijia's expression changed slightly.

"I can only ask Mr. Sid to handle it."

Aaron nodded.

"That's what I suggest... Moreover, the last step is to bring in some people from outside the city. They are not skilled, but the production line cannot be stopped."

If possible, Weijia really didn't want to ask that adult, but the matter was no longer something he could handle.

This is like hoarding copper mines to hedge against the risk of inflation. When everyone does this, the "bug bug" method will be effective, and in the end only the alliance's mines will laugh out loud.

If only one person refuses to work, just change to another person, but if everyone does the same, the method of dismissal becomes a joke... It is so immoral for these people to use such despicable methods!

Looking at the boss's back, Alec quickly followed him, putting on his clothes and walking out, muttering in his mouth.

"Are these people crazy? Go into jail yourself."

The place was dark and airtight.

What's the point...

…

Inner city mansion.

Sid was sitting on the sofa, staring at the trading machine intently. The expression on his face was sometimes happy, sometimes frowning, and suddenly he slapped his thigh and cursed, and then he slapped him again. He did a good job.

His moody look made all the servants who loved to flatter him stay away from him, except for his wife who was closest to him.

Looking at her husband sitting on the sofa, Bonnie had a hint of doting on her face. She felt that her husband was like a child sometimes, getting younger and younger as he lived.

"Honey," she said softly, putting her hands through his shoulders and resting her elbows on the sofa, "you've been staring at it all day, don't you take some time to look at me?"

Sid moved his eyes away from the palm-sized screen, looked at his beautiful wife, and twitched his stiff facial muscles to force a smile.

"I just want to see...to see what happens to our son."

Bonnie couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

He didn't even notice that he had changed his perfume. The palm-sized screen seemed to have cast a spell, grabbing his attention firmly.

Not paying attention to his wife's whereabouts at all, Sid felt complacent in his heart. Through repeated swing trading and a moderate increase of 6 million chips, the value of S coins in his account had approached 10 million!

But the investment is definitely worth it.

Because just now, the S coins worth 10 million chips jumped to another level and became 11 million! He has already made a profit from the additional investment!

Sid's face lit up with a smile.

In fact, making money is not that difficult...

Maybe this is the talent brought by blood.

Every time he thought about this, he couldn't help but feel proud of his son. That bastard was indeed promising!

As expected of him!

I hope that the relationship between Kumit and Ji Xiu can be like that of their fathers - as tight as myself and Mel, and pass on this unbreakable bond to the next generation.

That is much more important than doing a big career.

The reason why landlords are landlords is because they do not know how to unite. When the wolf comes, they can only run with their tail between their legs. The reason why nobles are nobles is that the palace is not a palace for one person. Even if the wolf comes, they can only give them extra food.

At this time, the housekeeper came from the side and saluted slightly.

"Sir, Mr. Vega is outside."

"Weijia?" Sid frowned, "What is he here for?"

The butler bowed and said.

"He said... he has something to do and has to visit you, and it's something very important. Others are already waiting downstairs."

Bonnie got up from the couch and kissed her husband on the cheek.

"It's important to deal with business matters. Whether it's Liszt or Weijia, they are all people who help us. Don't neglect them. You go ahead and do your work. I'll stay out of the way."

Sid nodded and watched the butler clear his throat.

"Let him come up."

"As commanded."

The housekeeper nodded slightly, turned and left. After a while, Weijia came over in a hurry from a short distance away.

The smell of alcohol on Weijia's body made Sid frown slightly, but he still suppressed his unhappiness and said calmly.

"What's got you in such a hurry?"

Vega said eagerly.

"Sir, the big thing is over!"

"Stop talking nonsense and get down to business." Putting the trading device on the table, Sid said casually and impatiently while looking at the screen.

"I...all the people in our factory have been arrested!"

Weijia cried and told what happened yesterday. Sid was stunned for a moment and didn't understand. He repeated it again and tried to figure out the ins and outs.

"You bribed the guards in the industrial area and arrested the poor guy reading the newspaper...and then other people were also arrested? Can't you just let them out?"

This is not a difficult thing.

Weijia said dumbfounded.

"No...that's not the case, it was the people who made it themselves!"

"Crazy!" Sid glanced at him, "You don't care what they do, just let those poor devils stay wherever they want."

"But...most of the factories are empty, and not just our factories. Master...a thorn is nothing to be afraid of, but a group of thorns can turn into a thick sore. This is no small problem! This is It's a sign that something big is going to happen! You... No, we must do something." Weijia swallowed and persuaded earnestly.

Most of the factories are empty?

Sid was stunned for a moment, slightly aware of the seriousness of some problems, and became cautious.

This is not difficult to understand.

Just like the maids in his family, although they change frequently, it doesn't matter. He is a very tolerant person and never retains them, and will even give speeches at their weddings.

However, if all the maids were to resign, he would definitely not agree. After all, he couldn't let the male servants comb his wife's hair with his dirty hands, right?

"Tell me your plan."

Vega said patiently.

"I investigated in depth, and it turned out that it was a guy named Sperger, the thorny guy who read the newspaper, and he set up a Friendship Society... That thing is simply the root of all evil."

"And then what exactly did he do."

"I haven't done anything yet... No, I can't say I haven't done anything yet——"

"Okay, okay," Sid interrupted impatiently, "It's a cockroach, just kill him."

Weijia was startled by these words and said quickly.

"Then... no, sir, we can't do this! It's easy to step on a cockroach to death, but its eggs will be scattered everywhere. Even if we want to kill him, we have to do it quietly and without anyone talking. ”

Sid was amused by this coward's statement.

Joke.

He is a dignified nobleman. When did he need an explanation from his wife for killing someone?

Even if he had to give a reasonable reason to calm down the anger in the outer city, it would still be a headache for Du Long. Otherwise, why would he keep that dog?

But seeing Vijia's pleading look, Sid thought about it and decided to forget it.

Looking away from this coward, he looked at the trading instruments on the table and said calmly.

"Okay, I'll make a call later."

Weijia asked cautiously.

"Who are you going to hand it over to?"

Sid said impatiently.

"Let's find a prisoner to serve as the head office, not one of our own."

He has a sense of detail in this kind of detail, and he won't tie the house together like Kumit and Jixiu.

It is too easy to find a disciple in the wasteland. Those who are willing to do things for him can line up at the gate of the huge wall under his feet.

"It's Siberg... I know you can't make a mistake. This is just in case." Weijia reminded carefully.

Although this is not the easiest way, he prefers to buy and divide, but his boss doesn't seem to want to do that kind of troublesome thing.

In fact, it’s not impossible.

Then it's up to this lord to tell you.

Seeing that Sid didn't seem to want to talk to her, Weijia muttered something in a low voice and planned to leave, but she saw the adult's eyes fixed on the screen on the table.

He seemed to have seen something similar in his son's hand. He heard that Kumit and Jixiu asked the boy to buy it - something called S-coin.

Although he scorned him, he did not stop his son. Instead, he gave the bastard a large amount of money. After all, Sid is his master and Merle is his master's friend. Although S Coin does not sound very smart, it is smart to court these two big shots.

But what he didn't expect was that the famous Sid was also playing, and he was having so much fun that even his breathing and heartbeat kept up with the frequency of the line...

Jue told Weijia that this was inappropriate, but it was beyond his control.

"Sir... what is this thing of yours? It looks quite novel." In order to attract his attention, Weijia pretended to see it for the first time and asked curiously.

With a common language, Sid suddenly regained interest in him. He turned to look at the old dog that was getting older and said with excitement.

"S coins! I have already made one million - well, the maid who combed my wife's hair has made one million chips. It is really a good investment project. Even people with little education can make a lot of money."

It is not honorable for a nobleman to personally earn chips. When he was chatting with his wife yesterday, he remembered that this seemed to be an ancestral precept.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, he and everyone else are very respectable, and they can already do it. Even if they don't deliberately remember, they can still follow the rules and not go beyond them.

Seeing Weijia's interested expression, he took out an unregistered trading device and placed it in the hands of this loyal servant.

"Play with it, you can think about it more when you have time. My friend, times have changed. The old ways of making money will not work. You have to learn to keep pace with the times in order to keep up with the rhythm of young people."

"I hope you can become a true noble one day."

Taking the trading device with both hands, Weijia was moved to tears, not because the generous Master Sid was willing to take him to make money together, but because of Master Sid's words of "friend".

friend……

What a beautiful word this is!

It had been a long time since he had heard Mr. Sid address himself so affectionately.

His money, his collections, the women he likes, whatever Master Sid wants, he can donate generously, just like his fathers.

However, Mr. Sid would rather call Liszt, that wild dog from outside, a few words of friend than call himself a friend... They are in the same group! We grew up together since childhood!

But today!

But he once again heard that long-lost and kind name!

Worth it!

"I will always be loyal to you...Master." Weijia's eyes were filled with tears, and she clenched her fists unconsciously, "I, I will definitely repay you!"

"Why are you saying such disgusting things?" Sid glanced at him sideways, waved his hands in a good mood, and said with a smile, "Go and have a rest, don't forget about business."

"yes……"

Weijia raised her sleeves and secretly wiped away her tears.

He bowed and exited the living room, and followed the housekeeper to the elevator.

As soon as he left the building and was next to secretary Aaron and bodyguard Alec, he put away the tears and joy that ran between his wrinkles.

Aaron didn't speak, and Alec scratched the back of his head. Unexpectedly, there were tears in the corners of the boss's eyes... He had never seen tears on the face of this big crocodile.

Weijia didn't say anything, just waved and led the two of them out of the inner city in silence.

Stopping at the junction of the inner city and the outer city, he looked up at the bustling streets not far away, silently taking out a cigarette from his arms and holding it in his mouth.

Alec immediately took out his gold-rimmed lighter and was about to light it for his boss, but was pushed away by Vijia.

"Go away."

Weijia cursed, took out a box of matches from his pocket, struck them a few times, lit them, and lit them for himself.

In the swallowing clouds and mist, a flickering fire flickered.

The acrid smoke blurred the bustling streets, as if the whole world was soaked in it, but it seemed that he was the only one who was anesthetized.

Is this... a wasteland?

The plunderers don't dare to eat people here, the mercenaries don't dare to show off their ferocity here, the two-headed hyenas can't get in here, only the docile cats rub against the beautiful girl's shoes.

It's a pity that he has never been to the paradise two hundred years ago and has no idea what a real Utopia looks like... It would be a shame if there was any way to take a look.

Weijia squinted her eyes, took a few deep puffs, then threw the half-smoked cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out with her heels.

Alec didn't dare to say anything. He held the lighter and looked at the boss with trepidation.

Today's boss is a bit unusual.

He never lights cigarettes by himself, let alone steps on cigarette butts.

"Aaron, we lost."

Looking at the junction between the sky and the giant wall, Weijia suddenly said this.

Aaron was stunned for a moment, looked at his boss's expression, and then understood what he meant. He was silent for a moment and nodded silently.

Haven't you already lost?

He thought the boss had discovered it last month, but he didn't expect that the cunning Mr. Weijia also had moments when he was not sober.

Alec couldn't help but panic in his heart. He couldn't understand what the two of them were talking about, let alone where they lost and who they lost to.

"Boss... what's wrong with you? Is that bastard Sberg upsetting you? I'll teach him a lesson for you right now!"

"S...heh, what kind of thing is that? It deserves to be placed with me," Weijia shook his head and said self-deprecatingly, "I have just experienced this. This is a war."

"War, war?" Alec was stunned, and then frowned, "You want to say... that it was Sberg, who was ordered by the alliance, who incited those people?"

Alliance?

Ha ha.

What a naive person. In the end, he still wants to lose a little more gloriously.

Weijia glanced at her dog and wanted to tease him to relieve his boredom. But she quickly realized that she was essentially no different from him, so she shook her head with interest.

"Yes, war. If you don't understand what 'our war with the wasteland has never ended' means, then you should think about it as you can understand."

"This is war, a war between us and the Alliance. The hillbillies and blue gophers from the northern suburbs finally couldn't help but fight. And the celebration started a month ago. They secretly hid the shells in Fireworks, our respected Mr. Merle and Mr. Sid happily went over to wish them birthdays... Oh, I am also a fool. It was only now that I realized that a big shot like me, with a big head and a good face, actually squatted in Trenches dug by fools.”

What an irony.

He has been smart all his life, but this time he didn't understand everything until he lost.

In fact, it is not that they have no chance to prove something to the wasteland.

It would have been better if Merle had discussed it with him, but it was a pity that he was too lazy to pay attention to his pug.

It would be nice if Master Sid cared a little for his loyal old dog, but it's a pity that he looks down on the old slave's abilities more and more.

It would be nice if Sberg and those "workmates" had a little more familiarity and understanding, even if Dulong, who was the puppet, spent a little more time coaxing them, even if House, who took the wrong medicine, used his brain a little to write a good draft. Go ahead and lie again...

Of course, I am not a pure white lotus, nor am I a good person. If I eat less, I can at least survive the wave of the coming year.

What's the point of this?

The wasteland doesn't end just by surviving one wave.

Who in this city is not a gambler?

House, who was talking nonsense, probably didn't know that those poor people couldn't have diabetes. Maybe he was just losing his sight and deliberately raising his voice to cause trouble.

Dulong of the Government Office probably didn't know that his old friend Governor Merle was making an extremely dangerous gamble. The poor would not trouble him if they had a job, and the nobles would just do what they did a few years ago. Push him out to take the blame, so instead of turning a blind eye, he wants to help Merle...

In the end, it was the idiot named Jaeger who was laughed at by the nobles and poor people alike who was really doing good for Boulder City. Although he has no good intentions, he just wants to replace his immediate boss Du Long as the one holding the whip.

Merle also knew that the person sitting in front of him was an extremely dangerous ruthless man, who beat several captains of the legion until they were running away with their heads in their hands.

There was no regret on Weijia's face, only a touch of ridicule, both for herself and everyone in the city.

Unfortunately, this numbers game that is coming to an end has nothing to do with mathematics.

Their opponents are not very skilled, and their skills are even unfamiliar. They still need to borrow a few cards from their hands.

Maybe the fool can do better instead. After all, the fool has endless strength in the tug of war, but the smart person has too many choices.

Aren’t the people at Valeant doing a pretty good job?

If it weren't for the factories in Boulder City, the economic giant of the company, it would be impossible to win just by relying on the alliance and the desperate blue coat, at least it wouldn't be so easy.

Of course, Weijia does not deny that the latter is the most critical, and the others are just icing on the cake.

"...I think you may be overly worried," Alec said cautiously, "Our weapons reserves and scale are still higher than those of the alliance... We can overturn the table at any time, but they don't dare to fight us."

"Haha, weapon? Turning over the table?" Weijia finally couldn't hold back her laughter, looked at the confused Alec, and said jokingly, "As expected of my dog, I hope the assembly line will start spinning on its own, you are so special How do you expect the table to turn over on your own? You are such a talent!"

War is no joke. The Alliance has once demonstrated to them how a total war is fought.

The entire alliance is highly united, everyone is twisting a rope, abandoning all illusions, those with strength contribute their strength, and those with brains contribute their brains.

Their managers not only carried out impassioned war mobilization, but also told the residents of the alliance in the simplest language that we were going to kill a hungry wolf, why we were going to kill it, and why we could win against it. They even took the refuge with them personally. Residents are on the front line.

Of course, their opponents are not vegetarians either.

Although the Legion did not dare to expand the scale of the war, those Wilante officers also went to the front line in person, otherwise their captains would not be captured by the Alliance one after another, and Griffin would not fight after every battle. Second card.

Boulder City...

Let Mr. Sid charge and let those militia men who are eager to leave all the work to the mercenaries go to the front line. Weijia could not imagine the scene at all.

Besides, it’s not like their mercenaries had never fought with the hillbillies in the northern suburbs. They used the best equipment and endured the most severe beatings. There was no alliance at that time, and most of the country bumpkins were fighting with eliminated iron. Pipe rifle.

Without the ability to mobilize forcefully, it is equivalent to unplugging the power supply of the ICU.

Not to mention leading everyone to lift the table, the one who dared not lift the table the most was Mr. Sid himself. Fortunately, this old dog like him had enough time to "prepare for a rainy day."

Yes.

Weijia was already planning to run away.

In fact, to be honest, he was most reluctant to part with Boulder City. Apart from the wives and children of other nobles, he did not dare to get involved here. He could go down there and do whatever he wanted. The wasteland outside was actually like this to him. Big shots don’t matter either.

At first, Weijia didn't understand Liszt's choice. The alliance showed that they wouldn't love him, but he insisted on sticking his face to it. He even didn't understand why Fred wanted to sell the factory, and it seemed to be more than a little cheaper.

But now he suddenly became pale.

He knew that he was not a good person. If Master Sid was so bad, he would be so bad that he would be so bad. But in the end, he was smarter.

After all, he knew that he had the chips to please Master Sid, but his Master Sid expected that the chips he contributed would in turn tie him down... It's a pity that the adult didn't know what he wanted in the end. .

What he wants is love.

To be loved.

Although he is greedy for money, he has never been short of money in his entire life. He worked so hard to get the black card, wasn't it just so that his childhood best friend Mr. Sid could look down on him?

However, he felt that he was still a dog, ever since he was born, and had been for generations, and the chain was even tighter.

Maybe Liszt is right. Real decency is not about wine and meat, but dignity. It will not make people elegant and decent, it will make people no longer animals, but people with social attributes.

In the wasteland where ghosts can torture people, it is something that no amount of chips can buy. People yearn for it from the bottom of their hearts and are willing to die for it, but Mr. Sid took it all to himself.

Poor Sid...

Weijia couldn't bear to part with that old guy.

The ship is sinking, and it’s finally time to say goodbye.

You can hear "my friend" at the end.

He was satisfied.

Glancing at Alec, who had not yet come to his senses, Aaron walked to the boss's side and asked in a very soft voice.

"Do you want to contact the guest from the north?"

"Get in touch... Well, I'll talk to that adult personally. After all, there are too many goods to sell. It can't be packed and taken away in a day or two. By the way, you have to do one thing for me. , Sperger cannot die, and no one from the Workers' Association can die, so that we can do those things reasonably. "

Weijia thought for a moment and suddenly remembered something. He swept away the gloom on his face, smiled and hooked the shoulders of his two men, and patted them both forcefully.

"Ah, don't worry...I will double your salary later, but we may have to pay you silver coins in the future, so you have to be mentally prepared."

Alec looked a little regretful, but after thinking about it, he smiled happily.

This is actually not bad.

After all, the dancers on the street across the street started collecting coins, and some even started doing currency exchange part-time.

Aaron said nothing.

After all...

Isn't this a matter of course?

…

Industrial area.

At the entrance of the Infinite Steel Factory, Fred looked at the three bosses from the alliance at the door, shook his head regretfully and said.

"Sorry, you guys are late. The production line you mentioned... we sold it some time ago."

Staring at this guy who seemed to have come out of an emoji pack, Ye Shi was stunned on the spot, like a frightened groundhog.

"ah?!"

A few days ago, Elder Brother Fang had set his sights on this steel factory that supplied Jushi Military Industry. They rushed over from Dawn City immediately after finishing their respective affairs.

Unexpectedly, there was someone who was faster than the dog's square length!

This is so inappropriate!

Lao Bai frowned and looked at Fred and asked.

"Can you tell us who the buyer is?"

He wanted to try again.

"... Sun Steel Factory, the person who came to talk is a guy named Sun Shiqi. That person seems to be the boss of your alliance. He is a weirdo. He wants to sign the workers together, and he is also willing to pay for me. People’s IOUs.”

Fred was also puzzled. It was too early for him to take action. Otherwise, when these people came, he would still be able to sit on the ground and shout out the price.

Forty million chips were used to sell the equipment at a low price, and the benefit that fell directly into the hands was only two million silver coins.

What a waste!

Ye Shiyi cursed with an uncomfortable look on his face.

"Gan! We were caught first!"

If they are NPCs from other forces, you can also try to persuade or bribe them. For NPCs from the alliance... Brother Fang said there is no need to take that risk.

Even if it's just to avoid suspicion, don't touch if you can.

After all, it is indeed written in the player's handbook that if the residents of the alliance conduct illegal transactions with the trust of the residents of the shelter, and the amount involved exceeds a certain amount, the "camp BOSS" will personally come forward to make a judgment, and if the circumstances are serious, they will be sent underground.

After all, according to the game settings, they took an oath under the banner of the People's Federation before setting foot on this land. It doesn't matter if you don't work, but if you do harm to your own people, you will definitely be "sharpened".

"Don't worry, I have more than just one production line here, and there are a lot of good things." Seeing that the customer wanted it so much, Fred rolled his eyes and started selling with a smile, "Besides, I can also help you matchmaking. Introduce you to other sellers interested in selling equipment.”

As long as the price is in place, he can even help negotiate.

Lao Bai didn't talk nonsense and simply took out the list written by Fang Chang.

"I have a list here. Can you contact the directors of the factories on the list?"

"Let's take a look, huh? This list looks a bit familiar," Fred touched his chin, suddenly came back to his senses, took a breath and stared at the three people in front of him, "Hey, good guys... you guys They are all suppliers of Jushi Military Industry! What do you want to do?”

Ye Shi coughed dryly, and his eyes signaled him to keep a low profile.

"Coincidentally... what we are interested in is their civilian production line. The alliance recently needs a lot of cement and rebar."

Fred stared at him like he was an idiot, almost saying "Do you think I'm retarded?" written on his face.

Lao Bai was too lazy to explain to him and went straight to the point.

"Yes, we are interested in it. If you can help us negotiate the sale according to the price on the list, we can give you a reward of 10,000 silver coins."

Fred looked troubled.

After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head.

"Too few! That's Mr. Ibbers' corner. You may not know it, but he is directly responsible for the city. Even the big shots in the inner city don't want to provoke him. It's not appropriate for me to help you -"

The old man continued without changing his expression.

"An acquisition project worth 10,000 silver coins will be transferred to your personal account. You negotiate for us, and we will give you 20% of the budget saved."

When Fred heard this, his face suddenly lit up with joy, and he nodded vigorously as if he was afraid that the people in front of him would regret it.

"Hey! No problem!"

The job of matchmaking is too easy for him!

He glanced at the quotation list, and the price given by the league boss could be said to be very generous.

In other words, he has a lot of room for negotiation and can sell the "junk" at a price that everyone is happy with.

"By the way, why is it so deserted here?" Guiyi said in vain. Ye Shi's eyes fell on the factory behind Fred, with a strange expression on his face.

He had heard Fang Chang say before that this was one of the largest steel plants in Boulder City, but he always felt that there were no people here.

Fred coughed, glanced left and right, and whispered.

"You don't know, something happened yesterday... and the prison was full."

Smelling the smell of gossip, Ye Shi suddenly became energetic and asked curiously.

"What's going on?"

"Hey... I heard that there was a worker at the Good Taste Food Processing Factory who secretly removed the thread on the cutter. He happened to be a member of the Workers' Union, so you understand, right? Anyway, Weijiafa He lost his temper, and later he followed the clues and found out that the 'head' of the Workers' Association was actually on his own assembly line..."

Looking at the three league bosses looking at each other, Fred said with regret.

"I guess those poor people wanted to use this method to get Weijia to give them the defective cans. Unfortunately, their approach was not very smart. Weijia is a famous miser. But this is not to blame. Stingy, this kind of thing happens twice once. If I were Weijia, I would do the same and never let people who get something for nothing get a taste of the sweetness! "

Kuang Feng stared at him blankly, dumbfounded.

"It's okay to get something for no effort..."

Ye Shi sighed.

"As expected of a wasteland...this damn thing is so damn dark!"

The two of them spoke the language of another world. Fred couldn't understand what he was saying, and it didn't feel like he was complimenting him.

Lao Bai was a straight man and couldn't help but talk to each other.

"Have you never thought about improving their treatment? Why don't you blame Weijia? If that idiot doesn't do everything right, will the people under him be so full that they will make themselves miserable?"

Although the game is virtual, bad things abound in the wasteland, and profiteers are nothing compared to those slave traders.

After all, he comes from a country that doesn't understand ideas and is extremely loyal to his beliefs. Therefore, seeing the face of this profiteer will naturally make him feel physically uncomfortable.

Although Niu Ma Brick Factory is called Niu Ma, it is just a joke between the four good brothers. Everyone knows that the only real Niu Ma is the four bosses themselves.

Even when the alliance was at its poorest, they would rather eat nutritional ointments and potato chips to cope with the situation, or use the 5 copper coins they saved to buy fish for those unintelligent NPCs, even if some of those NPCs simply belonged to them. Captive.

Fred also couldn't understand these incomprehensible guys in front of him, and just looked at them strangely.

"Improve...the treatment of those poor people? This is not good. If you have ever done business, you should know that those poor people are not good people. They will try their best to cheat and cheat. You should be nicer to them." They slap their noses on their faces and make people feel sleepy after eating... Of course, I’m not saying what you’re doing is wrong, it’s just that we have different management methods.”

Ye Shi couldn't help but cursed: "Smile, you treat them as enemies. They are planning to give you a good look!"

Seeing that the expressions of the three customers were getting worse and worse, Fred immediately realized that he was flattering, so he quickly changed his words and hurriedly ended this potentially divisive topic.

Since he was not sure what these people were thinking, Fred was too embarrassed to propose drinking together in the evening. After collecting the list, he made an excuse to get busy with important things.

He just wants to sell his goods at a good price.

While you can still sell it.

That's all.

Looking at his leaving figure, Ye Shi suddenly sighed.

"What makes me feel more uncomfortable is that these guys are running away and living a more comfortable life than the people under them... We still have to give him silver coins and ask him to help us introduce customers. Damn it!"

Money feeds the dog!

"That's the money to buy him a coffin. If he is honest, there is no problem in spending the rest of his life like old Brown. But if he can't control it, not only does he plan to make a comeback, he also plans to bring the Boulder City tricks to us. , we will punish him to bankruptcy... I remember the manager said that he will let more good people win from the competition, and I believe he will do what he says."

Lao Bai stared at the man's back with squinted eyes and continued.

"These fleeing profiteers might be a threat. We have to keep an eye on them and be wary of them sneaking up on our territory and enslaving our compatriots in various ways."

There have been cases where newcomers were deceived by NPCs before. Although the newcomer couldn't wait to show off on the forum, the scam was immediately exposed.

If the NPC wants to cut the player's leeks, it's quite difficult.

Ye Shi had an idea.

"How about we write a proposal? We'll nail this guy's coffin board shut and not give him a chance to come out!"

The original bill restricting organ trade was spontaneously created by closed beta players. There is a complete set of laws on the earth for them to refer to. In addition, Elder Brother Fang helped as a consultant, and the clever Professor Yang and Brother Ye Ao found fault. A set of rules can be put together that fit the actual conditions of the wasteland.

It not only restricts players, but also restricts NPCs.

Since the last Beta 0.4, they have realized that the alliance is no longer in that small village, and they cannot always count on the loyalty of the wastelanders to the managers.

Just like the Fred in front of them who was willing to sell his soul.

There is no concept of loyalty in that guy's dictionary. For the sake of his own interests, he is even willing to lie on the ground and kiss the manager's leather boots.

As the alliance becomes larger and larger, there will be more and more such people in the future, and they will become more and more secretive and difficult to distinguish.

These hyenas with their tails between their legs can't be killed with guns and gallows.

Stormy Wind nodded approvingly.

"Agree."

It's rare that this kid Ye Shi can come up with a familiar idea.

This idea is at least more familiar than lying on the roof of a building and firing a black gun...

As expected of my son.

After all, he is promising!