This Game Is Too Realistic

At dusk, the sun gradually sank into the sea, and the sparkling golden color gradually moved away against the tide.

A young man wearing a sapphire blue shawl and a dress woven from devil's silk walked straight out of the Kurdistan Region, and the most luxurious hotel in the port area caught his eye.

The name of the hotel is "Triumph".

It is said that the boss here is a local citizen of Jingallang Port.

After the alliance seized control of the settlement and confirmed the ownership of the property, it returned the hotel located on the edge of the harbor to its owner and changed its business license.

In order to thank the alliance for its generosity and to celebrate the liberation of Golden Gallen Port, the owner immediately changed the name of the hotel from "Empire" to "Triumph".

I heard that the guy actually wanted to change the name to "League" at first, but the city hall rejected it on the grounds that "misleading logos are not allowed."

Dalia didn't care about the origin of this hotel, but what interested him was the alliance's attitude towards the port.

It is obvious that at this point in the war, the Alliance soldiers will probably not withdraw from here, or even if they withdraw, they will not withdraw completely.

After investing such a huge cost, even if they are not prepared to directly incorporate this area into the alliance territory, they will at least establish an indirect control puppet government there.

Otherwise, there is no need for them to distribute food to the locals. Instead, they should directly rob the pockets of these surviving people like the Wilantes did.

Or at least rob all those fat and oily nobles.

Judging from the current performance, Dalia can almost conclude that the alliance is not just taking off the slaves' shackles and leaving them alone, but intends to seriously manage this land.

If this is true, then this settlement with a population of over one million will undoubtedly usher in a huge development opportunity, and it may become the second Silver Moon Bay!

As an armed trader with his own cargo ship and private guard, if he doesn't even have this most basic business sense, he might as well sell the ship and go home to farm.

However, it is impossible for him to only consider the benefits of one thing and ignore the objective risks. If the money earned cannot be taken away, it will be meaningless.

Doing business on the shore is different from that at sea. The latter is a one-and-done deal. At most, you need to check the weather at sea and deal with aliens and not-so-strong pirates. In the front, you need to constantly fight with the intricate local forces. road.

Especially a place like Golden Gallen Harbor.

This was once the largest population trading port on the Borneo Sea coast, and the local situation may be more complicated than he imagined.

He needs to figure out two things.

What kind of order does the alliance intend to establish locally?

as well as--

How far can they go?

He believed that he was not the only one who was curious about these two questions, but all the traders who docked here were also full of curiosity.

It happened that the authorities of Golden Gallen Port prepared a welcome dinner for these guests who came from afar at the Triumph Hotel.

I heard that the most important people in this settlement will appear at this banquet.

He could just take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to observe...

We walked on the red carpet in front of the hotel.

They stood aside and the waiter showed the invitation letter in his hand. The latter bowed slightly and saluted, and he made an invitation gesture at the inner door.

"This way, sir."

I always felt that there was something unusual about this servant's temperament, so Dalia couldn't help but curiously mentioned it.

"Are you a noble here?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then said with a gentle smile.

"Of course not, I am a servant of a nobleman...but those 'iron men' returned my freedom, and now I am employed in this hotel."

"Iron Man..." Chewing the word over and over, Dalia then asked curiously, "Do you know that they are actually members of the Alliance?"

The waiter nodded slightly and continued in a gentle manner.

"I know, but I'm used to it, and so are a lot of people here."

Dalia stared at the servant's eyes for a while, trying to find the mark of slave in his eyes, but unexpectedly found that she couldn't find anything like that.

The waiter did not dodge his gaze, but responded to his gaze in a normal manner. He was neither overly flattering nor respectful to the point of embarrassment, just like one person looking at another person.

Dalia couldn't help but feel a trace of surprise in her eyes.

Along the way from the reservoir area to here, he had seen every local man with his head lowered, and even a casual eye contact would make them run away hastily.

Even though most of them were born freemen.

It can be seen that this servant who once served the master must be a great person, otherwise the servants at home would not have received a good education.

At least in Borneo, this kind of self-esteem is extremely rare...

"...You give me the feeling that you are completely different from other people. It seems that your former master must have been a great guy."

Upon hearing this, the waiter smiled and said softly.

"I am very grateful to Governor Nehak for cultivating me. Whether it was for showing off or for other purposes, he taught me how to read and write. As for whether he is great, please allow me to reserve a negative opinion. This is Whether I thank him or not is another matter."

Amused by this interesting statement, Dalia said with a smile.

"You shouldn't be a waiter here. You should go out on a boat and make more money."

The waiter nodded slightly.

"It's less than a month before I get my freedom. I plan to start with how I can do my job well. Maybe I will consider your suggestions in the future... By the way, we have been chatting for too long. Can you please let me take the lead? Are you moving to the banquet hall?”

He was not the only waiter at the door, but the banquet was about to begin.

Realizing that she had disturbed his work, Dalia immediately said with a hearty smile.

"Please take me there... By the way, my name is Dalia, can you tell me your name?"

The waiter nodded slightly.

"Of course, my name is Zaid."

Zaid…

Dalia silently recorded the name in her mind.

It seems that this land is not completely hopeless.

Not all of the million faces looked desperate, there was still a faint glow of firelight.

Following Zaid's footsteps to the banquet hall, Dalia saw that the spacious hall was almost full of guests dressed in fine clothes.

Faces of all kinds gathered in the luxuriously decorated banquet hall, and people gathered in small groups to chat with each other.

He noticed two familiar faces.

One of them is the Bugala Silver Moon Bay Sausage Tycoon, and the entire Hump Kingdom sausages are produced by the meat processing factory under his name!

And the other person is even more incredible, he turns out to be Ikabu, the president of the Silver Moon Bay Merchants Association! The textiles produced by the industry under his name accounted for 30% of the entire Camelback Kingdom's market and 23% of the textile industry's exports. Due to the huge tax revenue he contributed, he was received by the King of Camelback Kingdom and was awarded the title of honorary knight.

Dalia had a surprised expression on her face.

I didn't expect this guy to be here!

He only knows now!

What surprised him even more was the content of the conversation between the two.

While I was still hesitating, it seemed that they were already thinking about investing in building a factory here? !

"I heard that Baiyue Company plans to build a steel plant and a cement plant here."

"Oh? Who did you hear that from?"

"I just went around Cavaliers Road. There was a recruitment notice posted there. One person was offered a monthly salary of 1,500 gallons."

"1500 gallons... isn't that 150 silver coins?!"

"It's very cheap, isn't it? In Dawn City, no one would even look at this salary, but for the locals, it is already a high salary. If the import tax is not very high and the supply of materials at the port can be stable, this money It’s enough to exchange for more than 100 kilograms of corn. I’m afraid they don’t even eat that much soil in a month.”

"Hiss... when you said that, I suddenly felt that my salary was too high."

"I'm afraid that the alliance will also implement their labor laws here."

"It's not impossible, but it will probably be based on the actual local situation. Dawn City will not use the current set of rules on the first day... and if we really have to pay them 7,200 gallons a month according to the alliance's laws, I bet they will Immediately exchange all your money for food."

"Haha, that's really a disaster... But with a monthly salary of 150 silver coins, if they can spend one-third of their income on clothes, beds and curtains, I'm afraid it's quite a market."

"Are you planning to open a textile factory here?"

"Why not? This is where linen and dyes are originally produced. The imperial embargo may be a problem, but it should get better once the ceasefire agreement officially comes into effect."

Although eavesdropping was a bad behavior, Dalia still listened carefully to every word of their conversation, and was tickled by the business opportunities.

He is engaged in grain import and export. It may be difficult to expand his business onshore. Cross-border business will definitely not defeat these big guys who have been deeply involved in their respective fields for more than ten years.

But then he thought of someone——

It was the waiter he saw at the hotel door just now.

The fight between the primary and secondary industries will definitely be extremely fierce, but it seems that no one is paying attention to the tertiary industry, especially the service industry, for the time being.

He doesn't have much capital, but while there isn't much hot money in Golden Gallen Port right now, it's more than enough to invest in one or two hotels.

If there are really so many big guys who are optimistic about the future business prospects here, making money from those big guys seems to be a good idea.

Dalia's mind couldn't help but become active.

Maybe after the banquet is over, he can talk to that interesting young man...

The people chatting on the spot were not only the merchants of Silver Moon Bay, but also some local merchants and the nobles who lived on Tulip Street.

Perhaps because they were dragged out of their homes some time ago, although many small and medium-sized nobles are still trying to maintain their dignity with a smile, quite a few of the big nobles whose interests have been harmed have dissatisfaction written on their faces. superior.

It's not entirely dissatisfaction with the alliance.

And for those "new aristocrats" who "make waves".

For example, the militia leader named Lassi was drunk before the party even started, like a baboon that couldn't find its own home.

What's even more detestable is that Sheriff Bihari, who was just a dog from Governor Nihak, now has a new owner, and his nose is almost up to the sky!

Not to mention the likes of Port District Sheriff Mandal, the way they waggle their tails is simply disgusting.

They are really blinded!

Don’t even look at who has the truly noble bloodline!

At this moment, a burst of clapping sound suddenly came from the center of the banquet hall.

"Please be quiet for a moment. Please allow me to take up some of your precious time before the banquet begins."

Hearing that voice, everyone turned their attention to the center of the banquet hall, where they saw a man in a blue coat standing there with a smile.

Whether it was his handsome face, the intellectual elegance inadvertently revealed between his brows, or the iconic coat he was wearing, they immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.

The residents of the shelter were all very good-looking, but except for the ladies and ladies whose eyes were burning with fire, most of the guests still focused their attention more on his coat.

Vault 404!

Looking at that young face and the all-too-familiar clothes, Dalia couldn't help but feel a glimmer of expectation in her eyes.

The main event is finally here!

…

Looking at those pairs of eyes focused on expectation, Fang Chang finally felt a little bit of the fun of managing adults.

People looked forward to it, paying attention to every word he said, pondering over every word he said, and betting all their hopes and wealth on him.

This is even more pleasing to him than the balance of his savings account.

He felt that he was holding a huge power in his hand.

Under the influence of this power, he can not only turn dirt into gold, but also gold into dirt, and even turn the dream he had last night into reality——

Of course, this is just an exaggerated metaphor.

Ever since he got the helmet, he hasn't had those weird dreams for a long time.

"...Welcome to Golden Gallen Port. This is a banquet prepared for you. You are the host of this banquet. I don't intend to take up too much time."

Using a self-deprecating phrase as his opening remarks, Fang Chang cleared his throat in front of everyone and continued politely.

"I only want to say two things."

"Our original intention of coming here has not changed at all. We want to establish an order in Golden Gallen Port that can be maintained for a long time, and it is a normal order. Otherwise, it will be meaningless to shed blood for this. Of course, we will not pass it. We insist that the local survivors must eat the same rice as us. We only set the most basic requirements on the issue of regulations. As for what kind of life they want to live in the future, this is a question that should be considered by the local people themselves. "

"Secondly, order is empty talk if you can't fill your stomach. When establishing a new order, we will focus on economic construction. After all, only by making the local survivors live a better life and allowing them to regain hope for the future, the hospital And schools will spring up from this land like mushrooms after rain, and only by establishing order can we gain true meaning.”

"To this end, the new authorities have approved a series of 37 infrastructure projects including road construction, bridge construction, drainage facilities repair, shantytown reconstruction, etc. The specific project plans have been announced in the city hall announcement. If you are interested, you can go to the affairs hall for consultation. If you have any questions, you can come to the port governor’s office and ask me directly.”

"The total budget of this project is about 1 billion gallons, and it is expected to leverage the tens of billions of gold market... After all, there are so many people in this settlement, even if you can make each person earn 55 more gallons per day, and then take it from their pockets Earning half of their annual income is enough."

Fang Chang noticed that when he said these words, even the local nobles and gentry who originally had dissatisfaction on their faces could not help but show moved expressions at this moment.

Although they are pedantic, it does not mean that they have not learned arithmetic.

Ten billion gallons!

In other words, it is one billion silver coins!

Although the Xilan Empire does not use silver coins as its main foreign exchange reserves, judging from the attitudes of those Silver Moon Bay merchants, they generally agree that the exchange rate between dinars and silver coins is 3 to 5:1.

In other words, this market is worth at least three billion dinars! It’s even more amazing than His Majesty’s local deposit!

After finishing this math problem with their fingers, almost every noble had an expression of disbelief on their face.

After all, even if all the livestock in the entire settlement were sold, and all were sold at an average price of 1,000 dinars, they would never fetch such an astonishing price.

No--

Rather, even a fraction of three billion 㱕 is not enough!

Fang Chang knew very well what these guys were surprised about. They were just doing childish calculations of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, trying to understand something they had never seen before with shallow knowledge. Of course, one million animals can't be sold for billions of dinars, but that's because a bunch of stupid pigs sold people as livestock.

In fact, any person's needs can become the soil for another person's creativity to sprout. The two things of raising needs and solving needs almost run through the main line of human reproduction and culture. Even in the most extreme case, a debt laborer whose needs are reduced to just food, clothing, housing and transportation can create far more value than a slave in the hands of a feudal lord.

And if he is a dignified and educated person, he will even think of ways to improve the tools and methods of production, thinking about making himself more dignified... Even if this guy eats a lot of food and uses a lot of food, There are even as many requirements as there are problems.

Of course, Fang Chang didn't intend to explain that much to them.

The aversion and resistance to progress are the talents flowing in the veins of feudal aristocrats and conservative forces. Whether it is the improvement of productivity or something else, after all, the advantages they demand largely come from the suffering of another group of people. No matter how much he explains, it's all nonsense. They have ten thousand ways to sophistry. For example, the sacred cow that carries the sun is the truth of all things. The sages of the Era of Prosperity all said so.

The respected manager would never explain anything to the slave owners who lost their slaves or the slaves who missed their masters.

When the sun rises, the cold night will naturally dissipate. If once is not enough, come a few more times. There will always be a glimmer of hope sprouting from the ashes.

After a pause, he continued.

"...In order to show support for the infrastructure projects of the new authority, and also to support the infrastructure projects in Friesport, the Yue Yue Company decided to set an example and invest a budget of at least 20 million silver coins to introduce a steel and cement line from the alliance.㳓production line, investing in a steel plant with an annual output of 500,000 tons and a cement plant with an annual output of 10,000 tons.”

"We sincerely hope that the lives of the local survivors can get back on track as soon as possible. At the same time, we also hope that the coming Golden Gallon Port can play a more important role in the wasteland... and a more positive role! "

Looking at the guests who were listening with bated breath, Fang Chang showed a gentle smile on his face and continued in a relaxed tone.

"That's all, nothing else. I'm thirsty, and you're probably tired too...enjoy the banquet, friends from far away!"

"By the way, the fine wines at the banquet are all treasures kept by Governor Nihak for his majesty, although he is still in prison praying for his majesty to rescue him. But to be honest, compared to those head-turning As for the dizzying things, I would rather recommend the delicacies on the dining car, although those things are not delicacies, they are just things commonly seen in our hometown..."

As the words fell, a famous waiter, Fu Jing, appeared on both sides of the banquet hall pushing a dining cart and opened the silver round cover.

Roasted roast duck, braised pork wrapped in waxy red sauce, mapo tofu sprinkled with pepper and chopped green onion, as well as sizzling grilled shrimp, barbecued scallops and charcoal grilled oysters, etc., in addition to In addition, there are a variety of fruits, steamed products, and pastries.

Players will definitely be familiar with these foods. If you take off your helmet and go downstairs for a walk, you might be able to find them.

For the survivors in the wasteland, especially the survivors on this open land, they were really shocked.

What’s surprising is not just the food itself. It can be seen that the ingredients used in these foods are common things, but the methods of processing the ingredients are something they have heard of.

A series of dizzying delicacies appeared in everyone's sight, and the tempting aroma lingered on everyone's nose.

Not just technology -

Even the little bit of pride they had left as the land of spices was completely defeated by the bottomless food culture.

Director Mandal swallowed.

Compared with these things, what Prince Dilip eats is simply pig food!

The same thing happened to Lacy who was very drunk. When she saw the dazzling array of delicious food, she reached out and rubbed her red nose as if she were in heaven, and even sobered up a lot.

Compared to the merchants of Silver Moon Bay, the ones who were most shocked were obviously the local established nobles and wealthy gentry.

Although one meal is not enough to change their attitude towards the Alliance, after all, no one here lacks this meal, but the rows of food trucks that cannot be seen can't help but make them doubt the past decades. sense of superiority.

These...

Just something commonly seen in Dawn City?

Can even ordinary people enjoy it? !

There was confusion on every face, and they even doubted themselves.

So who are they?

㳍Hanako?

There was a time when they could comfort themselves with the fact that although the alliance had strong soldiers and horses, it was short of supplies and did not have groups of slaves to serve them, so they did not know what to enjoy.

But now they find that, let alone compared with the alliance's managers, their lives are not even as good as the most ordinary survivors in the alliance...

"Why are you bragging about cows? Ordinary people can afford it. If something happens, don't buy cows from Borneo! You bunch of gophers won't starve to death..."

Of course, you are not allowed to buy from Luoxia Ting Province!

A wealthy businessman from the Ox Tribe cursed in a low voice in a voice that only he could hear, but his green bean-like eyes kept glancing at the dining car, wanting to take a closer look at that round, strange thing. What kind of meat is it.

Except for those distinguished guests from Silver Moon Bay and the nouveau riche from Golden Gallon Port who had gathered near the dining car, almost no nobles moved their distinguished legs.

It's not that they are not curious about what the fancy-looking food tastes like, but they are waiting for the servants to bring the plates.

It wasn't until they discovered that they had to get the food themselves, and until a few of them couldn't stand the soul-stirring aroma, that someone one after another condescended to step forward and reach out to take it from the long table covered with clean cloth. picked up the dinner plate.

A count with a net worth of hundreds of millions of Xilan coins, with a doubtful mood, clumsily used a fork to pull a piece of braised pork that was as soft as soup into a spoon, and then slowly put it into his mouth.

The shock written in his eyes at that moment was like looking up at His Majesty's palace, and like the survivors of Qingquan City seeing the majestic Pioneer for the first time.

It's plump but not greasy, it's delicious in your mouth, soft, glutinous and sweet...

What is this...

What meat? !

㳒The expression of despair appeared on his face, and also on the faces of many people with the same identity as him.

I always feel like losing...

Satisfactorily admiring the faces with different expressions and the people devouring their food, Fang Chang took a bottle of champagne from the tray handed by the waiter.

This is one of the treasures of the wizard Xilan, produced in the distant Triumph City.

Those Valeant guys sure have a knack for making wine.

He raised his glass to the guests far away, but it was as if he was paying tribute to another distant friend, and lightly touched the beam of light that fell from the ceiling in the center of the banquet hall.

"Cheers!"

…

The banquet officially started.

The buffet on the first floor is mainly for NPCs, while the second floor is open to players who are active in the port area. Shareholders, employees and partners of the company can enter for free. Individual players can get a 50 silver coin ticket. That's enough.

While the guests were busy cooking, Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes came out of the kitchen and sat down on the chair tiredly, cursing.

"Damn, I'm so exhausted."

He is a person with a physique system of over 30 levels. He is so exhausted that he looks like this. If he were not an awakened person, he would probably be exhausted to death.

There is a saying that this is a civilized salt-alkali land. The local survivors’ understanding of food is to pound the ingredients and boil them into a paste, and then throw the main ingredients that can be added into the pot and stew them. The richness of the content and the taste of the food depend on the financial ability of the head of the family. Generally, the richer the family, the weirder the food and the richer the taste.

This is true even for a hotel that is mainly open to foreign guests.

Although the locals ate with gusto, the brothers of the Burning Corps expressed that they couldn't bear it. After staying here for a long time, they would rather eat luncheon meat than go out to eat out, or they would go to the camp canteen near the port save point for every meal. solve.

In order to improve the food of the local garrison and inject a little alliance shock into the locals, Fang Chang called him over to teach the chefs here how to cook.

In the end, just trying to teach those dozen or twenty clumsy idiots almost made him develop high blood pressure.

He somewhat experienced what it felt like for the brothers from the herd of cattle and horses to teach the militiamen how to fight.

When several eldest disciples nearby saw him sitting down, they quickly ran over to rub the shoulders and back of the old man. Even the owner of the Triumph Hotel ran out with a shy smile and poured him a cup of tea himself.

"Thank you for your hard work, master... Oh no, first, hehe." He suddenly remembered that these people didn't like the word master, so he changed his words temporarily.

The "Iron Man" uncle personally taught his chef how to cook. If this news spreads, his Triumph Hotel will probably become popular next year.

And during this period, his eyes were opened.

It turns out that a few ordinary foods can be made into so many weird tricks. Just a piece of pork can make a lot of dishes.

Not to mention that these iron bosses gave him money to rent his hotel, but even if they didn't let Qian Jin use his kitchen, he felt it was worth it!

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes took a sip of water and couldn't help but complain.

"How on earth did your previous guests eat that stuff?"

The boss was stunned for a moment and rubbed the back of his head in confusion, not sure what the question was about.

After holding it in for a long time, he finally let it out in frustration.

"First of all, we didn't serve it before...we didn't serve it before."

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes: "..."

Good guy.

It turns out that once you're familiar with it, you'll be fine!

…

The glasses were mixed, the cups and plates were in a mess, and the banquet was coming to an end unknowingly.

One by one, the guests walked out of the door of the Triumph Hotel with their round bellies. The look of each of them almost exhausted was enough to show that they were satisfied with the food.

Sitting by the window on the second floor, looking at the guests leaving the hotel with their round bellies, Rourou couldn't help but mutter.

"If these guys ate less, more people would be fed."

"!"

Tai Tai subconsciously pulled out the skewer from his mouth, but when he saw Rourou's eyes falling outside the window, he quietly stuffed it back.

After taking a gentle blow on the teacup, Sisi put it back on the saucer.

"No, more people will starve to death."

"Aren't we worried too?" Rourou looked away from the window, and Sesame Paste, who was staring at the moon in a daze, also looked at her curiously.

Sisi said casually.

"Even managers don't care. Maybe planning can directly adjust the data, but we obviously can't do that."

Rourou asked confused.

"Why?"

Sisi thought for a moment.

“Have you ever fed a prairie dog?”

Sesame paste raised his hand with a smile.

"I've fed it! The little one is so cute."

Rourou also nodded, with puzzlement and confusion still written on his furry face.

Putting some sugar into the teacup, Sisi continued.

"Those guys are not small or cute at all. They are the most vicious to their own kind. Even when there is enough food, they will fight for food. If the one that can fight the most is not full, , other marmots have no chance to grab food from tourists and can only wait for the feeder.”

“Humans are far more cunning animals than other animals. Even if we distribute food to every local survivor like a breeder, there will definitely be a taller, fatter, and stronger person. We can use coercion, inducement, or even other methods we can’t think of to take food away from other, weaker, similar species.”

"No matter what kind of industrial relationship is established, we have to choose a priority between formal results and substantive results. Or we use 'correctness' to regulate their apparent behavior and let them work on the edge of vague rules. To test, either we set a clear rule and let them give full play to their abilities within the rules.”

Rourou still didn't quite understand, so he muttered and asked.

"Can't we have it together?"

The two things didn't seem to contradict each other, at least in her mind.

As long as all the right things are written into the rules, wouldn't it be enough?

Just like Kelly attaching magic to bullets.

Sisi couldn't help but hold his forehead after hearing the words. He was having a headache as to how to explain this profound question in layman's terms. After swallowing a mouth full of delicious food, he burped comfortably.

"Hiccup——! Rourou is now an adult. Yes, yes, only children do multiple-choice questions. But reality is different. This is a game. Aguang will not take advantage of you. Yes, maybe the price was paid quietly when you made your choice.”

"Eh?!"

Looking at Awei with a serious look on his face and Rourou with a dumbfounded look on his face, Sisi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said.

"Yes, that's it."

Speaking of which, games are really a great invention.

No wonder primitive people learned to dance around the campfire first than calendaring and arithmetic...

…

It wasn't just the NPCs who were full of food and drinks, the players were also full of food. There was even a long queue in front of the toilet on the second floor. Some guys who couldn't help it simply went to the first floor.

The appetite of an awakened person is quite astonishing, especially for the four-stage physique system and strength system. Although their normal metabolism is not exaggerated, if they really eat with an open belly, they can even eat half a cow.

As for the extra mass...

It can only be discharged continuously through the powerful elimination system.

In the banquet hall on the first floor, Fang Chang, who was drunk and struggling on the edge of being disconnected, waved his index finger and gibbered nonsensically to Lao Ji beside him.

"This meal has at least attracted hundreds of millions of silver coins to our plan. After those guys return to Silver Moon Bay, this number may increase several times... By then, it will not only be Golden Gallon Port, but also French fries. The source of building materials in Hong Kong has also been solved.”

Helping this staggering guy to walk to the archive place, Lao Dong joked.

"Gallon Port makes money and Gallon Flowers, you want to take them home, right?"

Fang Chang smiled and moved his neck.

"That's right! Well, of course not including us... But what we want is not a pile of useless pieces of paper, but something more valuable. Why not turn them into something more valuable and take them back? Not only do the locals not They will hate us for smashing their majesty’s pot, but they will also be grateful to us!”

Lao Dong said jokingly.

"You probably sold all their money before."

Fang Chang rolled his eyes.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I have never sold you. Thank you. And even if I have considered it, I have only thought about it before thinking about it again. And when did this idea become my idea? Aren't they all those bitches who are here every day? People on the forum are clamoring to sell Rourou and Jun Jun’s skins and physique-type kidneys for money. I just contacted a buyer for them while doing the mission.”

Of course, in the end, because the buyer was also interested in the predators, they treated him as a wild monster.

That was all a long time ago.

After a pause, he burped and continued.

"Actually, compared to the 'foreign businessmen' attracted from Silver Moon Bay and the live professional players operating in that area, I would rather spend the more than 100 billion Xilan coins piled in the bank. I always rely on that It’s such a sneaky little fight, I’m afraid we won’t be able to spend it all when the empire goes bankrupt.”

"Sneaky?" Lao Yi looked at him doubtfully.

If I remember correctly, the empire should have imposed an embargo on them. No goods can be imported from the inland port of Yongliu River.

"Don't you know?"

Fang Chang gave him an equally strange look, then buried his head and muttered to himself.

"I thought you knew."

At the same time that the two were walking towards the save point, on the ceasefire line between the Alliance and the Empire, a group of sneaky figures were taking advantage of the cover of night to quietly approach the Imperial Army's position...