This Game Is Too Realistic

"Wasteland OL" official website.

The forum is as lively as ever.

This place has become the most well-informed information distribution center in the entire wasteland. Although it is not as large as the endpoint cloud in Ideal City, the territory that spans two worlds is the most well-informed information distribution center in the entire wasteland. Not on.

No family: "Big news! A 'Shadow Port' has been added to the Golden Gallon Port and the southern border of the Xilan Empire! The key landmark 'Abandoned Ship Home' hotel is the abandoned freighter stranded on the beach! Conversation with the bartender It can trigger the smuggling mission! You can drop all the Xilan coins there!”

Flying Pig: "666!"

Come to radish noodles: "Boss! Are there any level requirements? (Sex)"

No family: "No! Just be careful with your waist! If you don't worry, you can bring two strength-based animals. Of course, one of our Burning Corps' tin cans is enough! (Baring teeth)"

No family: "Ah! By the way, people from the empire will go there at night. If you have friends who are interested in smuggling, try to go during the day! Or train a few NPC agents to go there for you!"

Shortly after the post was posted.

Professional life players who were active in the Golden Gallen Port area poured in one after another, and in just ten minutes, the post had hundreds of posts.

Lao Bai, who had been puzzled by Fang Chang's riddle for a long time, finally saw this post and couldn't help but complain in reply.

"...Damn, that's what happened."

Fang Chang: "You finally discovered it? (squints and smiles)"

Lao Bai: "But don't we need to control smuggling?"

Fang Chang: "Look at what kind of goods it is. The crops in Jingallan Port are mainly cash crops. These things cannot be used as food. At this stage, the goods that are coming in are the goods that the local people need, and they are also the goods that we need. We will lose a little bit. Taxation can export the accumulated inflation to Xilan, which is acceptable to the Golden Gallon authorities. "

In the market model of the classical era, the flow of inflation was the same as the flow of money, and the opposite of the flow of goods.

The reason why the alliance is able to distribute inflation evenly to all allies is largely because the silver coins flow from the hands of managers into the pockets of others. The allies of the alliance are willing to pay this trivial price for some greater benefit.

This is not only true within the game, but also outside the game. The participants in the "Bank Exchange" are not only players, but also some cloud players who follow the trend. The exchange ratio between silver coins and other currencies also reflects a similar supply and demand relationship. Every auction can cause the price of silver coins to fluctuate significantly, and it can be clearly seen that this supply and demand relationship is reflected in the items at the auction.

The same goes for Jingallan Port. Not only the money is stored in the treasury of the Emperor of Xilan Empire, but also a large number of nobles and private banks are preparing to sell off the Xilan coins in their hands. And "shadow ports" like Jiaotou Bay provide them with a channel.

The people on the opposite side collect Xilan coins, which can provide them with goods that are piled high in the empire but urgently needed in Jingallang Port. And they can exchange these goods from workers, factories, shops, etc. for "money"-gallons linked to silver coins.

Emperor Xilan thought that the implementation of the embargo would cause the collapse of Golden Gallon Port, but he may have forgotten that the effects of force are mutual.

There are too many villages, settlements and even noble manors around Golden Gallen Port, which requires Golden Gallen Port to handle the piles of goods of a single variety.

What Golden Gallen Port faces is nothing more than inflation of Xilan coins, then what they face is more serious deflation.

If they cannot sell the mountains of goods, they will have no choice but to dump them into the Yongliu River. In order to prevent this from happening, the local nobles will definitely try their best to open up the import and export channels at the border, whether it is to bribe the border troops Or use the authority in your hands to exert pressure.

When the royal authority was already damaged by the defeat of the Gray Wolf Army and the embargo was declared, His Majesty did something that hurt the enemy by one thousand and cost him ten thousand.

Once local interest groups are formed, the two armies on the border may become warlords who "will not accept the orders of foreign kings."

If this game is really that real.

Fang Chang: "...that Jiaotou Bay should have emerged from you. In fact, there were people doing this business just after the ceasefire. According to my observation, several of the busiest Shuipiao ports are located in Yongliu. Along the northwestern coast of the river, if that is the area actually controlled by the Black Panther Army, the Yongliu River will be filled with floating boats at night. "

Fang Chang: "Some nobles in Jingallang Port sent their Xilan coins there to exchange them for goods such as double-headed cows, sugar, sand, flax, spices, etc. However, the transportation capacity of the inland port is limited. If Jiaotou Bay can If it develops, maybe we can sell Xilan coins faster.”

Kuangfeng: "What happens when you run out of Xilan coins? (Tuo Qi)"

Fang Chang: "By then the reconstruction of Jingallan Port will be almost completed, and the survivors of the Xilan Empire will be interested in things other than waste paper."

Ye Shi: "MMP, if I had known, I would have fooled around with you. (Funny)"

Lao Bai: "By the way, are you still in Dawn City now?"

Ye Shi: "I haven't been there for a long time. As soon as the archive of Binghai City was opened, Kuangfeng and I went there."

Kuangfeng: "To be precise, there is also the college NPC named Jiang Xuezhou and Jiujiu. (Squints and smiles)"

Fang Chang: "There are so many people separated by us. (Laughing and crying)"

Ye Shi: "Little problem, at least it's still on a planet. (Funny)"

Gale: "+1."

…

There may be a vacuum in order, but one thing does not.

That's power.

Once a vacancy occurs, someone will immediately fill it.

No matter good or bad.

Even if there is only a moment's gap...

On the first day of the Golden Gallen Port's first "Investment Attraction" dinner, the door of the Golden Gallen Port City Hall was crowded with people.

The man in the exoskeleton walked to the door, turned on the helmet's speaker, and shouted at the crowded crowd.

"Everyone, be quiet and don't crowd."

"Our rules here are that bidding does not follow the order of priority. The venue qualifications, review standards, flow, etc. have been posted on the sign board. After reading, go to the door to get the number and wait for the venue to be called. Any interested individuals or Everyone can participate!"

At this time, someone from the periphery of the crowd shouted.

"Master! Can the pigeon people do it?"

"I told you, anyone!" [Half Years Wasted] looked at the surging crowd and shouted, "Also, don't call us master! The Alliance doesn't have that kind of thing!"

The crowd crowded at the door of the city hall suddenly burst into enthusiastic applause and cheers. Some people looked unhappy, but they could only endure it for the sake of money.

Looking at the young man who was holding up his hands and thanking him profusely, he half-year-old smiled and waved, but then he suddenly came back to his senses.

etc.

Is this guy a pigeon?

…

In just one day, nearly 200 bid documents were received for 37 infrastructure construction projects, and more than half of them were from professional players in Silver Moon Bay and around Golden Gallon Port.

It took a full three days to complete the back-end procedures and capital verification.

During these three days, Fang Chang found a dozen players from the Burning Corps and other players operating nearby who had worked in municipal departments or held administrative jobs in large companies, while guiding Golden Gallen Port. The two hundred clerks recruited by the city hall are familiar with the business and completed the review of the more than two hundred bidding documents.

After excluding more than 100 companies and individuals with unqualified qualifications or serious false reporting, a total of 10 infrastructure projects were finally identified with specific responsible companies or individuals.

The remaining fifteen projects are mostly asset-heavy projects, such as the reconstruction of trunk roads and the construction of port freight railways and civil railways. Without a certain level of strength, even if you covet the considerable follow-up benefits, you won't be able to take advantage of it.

Although the Golden Gallon Bank does not fully implement the "100% reserve" system and does not actually need to prepare 1 silver coin to issue 10 gallons, the banknotes printed do not deviate too much from the silver coin reserves, otherwise it will cause systemic financial risks.

The method of printing large amounts of money and then lending it to labor contractors, forcing the thin people to become fat in one bite, does not work here.

The fragile local economic conditions have no basis for "spending money in this life and the next life", and the survivors who are already eating dirt can no longer suffer.

So Fang Chang, the chief CEO of Baiyue Company, held a discussion group on the forum and summoned all the shareholders of Baiyue Company to hold a shareholders' meeting. After explaining the project situation, they held a vote and finally It was decided that Baiyue Company would finance these 15 asset-heavy projects.

This approach is actually the same as what Shuguang City did when it was engaged in infrastructure construction.

That is, the powerful Shelter Collective Holding Company will be able to gnaw off the most difficult and unavoidable bones. After the cake becomes bigger, the management will take action and slowly give the cake to the local area. The other survivors let the descendants also eat their fill.

And those "cattle and horse groups" that have grown into giants follow the alliance's army or caravans out of the alliance's territory to create profit growth points in the wider wasteland - such as ideals. City, Luoxia Province, the Stone City before the revolution, and even the unrelated Free State and Falcon Kingdom, etc.

In fact, both French Fries Port and Golden Gallon Port are products under the guidance of this model, but the strategies implemented by players in the two places are quite different due to different specific circumstances.

After all 37 infrastructure projects of Golden Gallen Port are completed, the port's total economic output is expected to even exceed that of Silver Moon Bay and become a trading hub on the Borneo Sea.

After all, Silver Moon Bay is only backed by a kingdom with a population of one million, but it is a settlement with a population of one million, and behind it is a feudal dynasty known as Thousands of Races and Thousands of Gods.

In this sense, the 37 infrastructure projects underway at Golden Gallen Port, as well as hundreds of private projects of various sizes, as well as the ongoing port and submarine pipeline construction projects at Fries Port, are important indicators of the ongoing efforts to convert wasteland into It is equally important for the survivors to join forces to form an alliance.

The back is the visible link.

The front line is invisible, but it is real...

…

The sky in June is like a child's face. One second the port is covered with dark clouds, and the next second the scorching sun is hanging in the sky.

It was just early seven o'clock, and the entire port was already as hot as noon. Even the seagulls surrounding the mast screamed as if they were about to die from the heat.

Palu, who was on duty, yawned and was about to go and stand under the duty booth for a while.

The last time I saw him was about the same time, maybe a little earlier.

Standing here, he just yawned, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he wiped out the governor and the emperor. The sly Mandal directly turned into a police officer in the port area. The original police chief Biha What's more, you directly became the police chief of the entire settlement.

Sheriff.

There is no doubt that Golden Gallen Port is a new word.

After all, as we all know, except for the real guards in the port area, there are no patrols in other places. Unless there is a murder or the nobles' kittens and puppies are lost, no one will take care of them even if they are reported to the police.

Girls from rich families simply won’t go to the alleys, and the population of poor families is constantly changing. Count the number of people in each family this year, and the number of people next year. How did the dead people die? It's just a thankless job.

They were like grass growing on the red soil, growing again and again after the spring breeze. Now finally a group of guys came who regarded them as human beings, which really gave them an advantage.

Palu felt that this was somewhat due to his yawning.

After all, if he had not been lazy, the city defense army might have discovered a group of evil guys landing at the port earlier, and General Alaiyan of the Gray Wolf Army would not have suffered a defeat outside the city.

It would be a big deal if another yawn could drive away the alliance. After all, being kicked in the nose by a group of "snake, rat, insect, and bird birds" is an annoying thing.

He just wanted those arrogant gentlemen to call him police officer or Mr. He politely. He did not want to be equal to those lower-class people who were born low.

For example, in the past, he could use the butt of his gun to teach the servants a lesson, but now if he did it and couldn't explain why, those "iron men" would greet his dear Sheriff Mandal, and then get killed. Reprimanding will have 10,000 ways to make him feel miserable and unable to speak out.

It won't work if it's messed up.

Those iron warriors are so smart that they never look for them. They only look for their leaders, and they directly pinch their vital leaders.

It was precisely because of this that, although he had no feelings for this position, he still had to act like he was enforcing the law.

Fortunately, the port is as peaceful as ever today. The construction site is dusty and people are coming and going on the road. The busy people have no free time to cause trouble.

Whether it was the businessmen who shuttled on the dock or the workers who carried boxes between the warehouse area and the dock, they were all busy with their brains and strength, trying to get two more "gallons" in their pockets. Even the seagulls flying in the sky were busy snatching the chips from the hands of the iron men and the bears they raised.

If he hadn't recalled it carefully, he would have almost forgotten what happened here more than a month ago...

At this moment, there was a sound of jingling bells outside the duty booth, and a bicycle with a police license plate stopped at the door.

A young man in a police uniform quickly pushed open the door and stepped into the duty booth. He stuffed a thick briefcase into the arms of the yawning Palu.

"Please send this to the bureau north of Knight Road, the one next to the station. They are in a hurry to get it."

Seeing that it was almost time to get off work, Palu couldn't help but ask.

"Why should I go?"

This young man's name is Bashak, and he feels a bit like a Yorkie. He is a guard that I recently recruited.

Although his colleagues in the Security Bureau have a good opinion of him, he is not only warm-hearted, but also agile and serious in his work, but to be honest, Palu doesn't like this rat tribe guy.

The first reason is because of this guy's identity, and the second reason is that this guy is a little too enthusiastic about this job and has no dignity as a guard at all.

Are you so anxious to get praise from those iron men?

"You're about to get off the night shift, and your family lives there, so why don't you help me pick you up on the way?" The rat boy smiled and clasped his hands together, "Please, please, I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow!"

"..."

Although Palu rolled his eyes speechlessly, thinking that he could get off work early and have a free breakfast, he still reached out to take the sealed portfolio and stepped out of the door.

Looking at Palu walking towards the distance with his legs spread, he shouted.

"Don't you ride a bike?"

"I don't know how to ride that thing." Palu snorted, feeling that this kid was showing off the strength he got from Iron Man, and his voice couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.

What an air.

That bike isn't yours!

But Basak didn't care and said with a hearty smile.

"This thing is very convenient. It is said that the guards of Dawn City also ride this thing, and they only have one more battery than us! If you are free some other time, I can teach you! If you have someone to teach you, you won't be afraid of falling."

"Nothing."

Palu turned his back to him, waved the file bag in his hand impatiently, and walked away from the street at a faster pace.

Everything is changing here.

Whether it's an object or a person on the street, when he wakes up accidentally, he always feels like he's been left behind by everyone.

In the past, the Tulip Street was inhabited by aristocrats and ladies wearing long skirts and gowns, but now even pesky rats have wandered in.

My name is Asin, that family over there.

Palu looked at the mansion not far away that once belonged to the Wilante people, with a trace of disgust and disgust in his eyes unconsciously, as if he were looking at a piece of cake that had been bitten by a mouse.

The people of Weiland earned their wealth through hard work and bravery, but they were robbed by a thief and thieves. I really don’t know what the so-called order is.

If he had a choice, he would definitely prefer to go back to the era of Governor Nihak, when people were much more polite than they are now...

Quickening his pace and leaving the fallen Tulip Street No. 1, Palu quickly crossed the Knight's Road that separated the rich area from the poor.

It is a loop road around Tulip Street.

A bloody battle broke out here between the city defense forces loyal to the Governor and the Alliance, but now there are no traces of the battle.

The houses riddled with bullet holes and the streets overturned by shells were completely demolished.

Recently, the Alliance has been carrying out a lot of construction work here. Not only have the roads that were destroyed by bombing been demolished, but the original roads have also been upturned along with the roadbed, leaving several nearby streets soaked in dust all day long.

Bashak said that the security substation near the station construction site was nearby.

When he was walking there, Palu glanced into the pit surrounded by the isolation belt and saw several shirtless workers carrying thick and heavy pieces of wood on the ground.

He had seen that kind of wood in the port warehouse area. It seemed that the Yue Company rented a cargo ship and brought it from the French Fries Port.

This kind of thing had never been imported into Golden Gallen Port before, and he didn't know the purpose of these workers laying this thing, so he cleared his throat and shouted in an accent.

"What are you doing?"

The workers who were busy at work ignored him and couldn't hear him amid the clanging and clanging sounds.

The workers who had just finished work and were taking a rest nearby looked up and saw the police uniform on him. They thought he was here for interrogation, so they started to explain.

"Sir, this is the alliance's construction site, and we have a construction permit."

The expression of respect and fear made Palu look a little comfortable. He nodded pretendingly and continued.

"Hmm! As long as you have permission... you have to take care of the Ironman construction site, and don't do anything sneaky or sneaky. If we catch you, you will reap the rewards!"

Although he didn't like the Alliance, he would never dare to come to the Alliance's construction site to find trouble.

Several men showed innocent expressions when they heard this.

"How dare we, officer?"

"Yes, the foreman is very strict!"

"And don't call it lazy... We can't work even if we want to. Each class can only work ten hours at most a day. If we fail to work, our performance and wages will be counted on the next class, and we will be punished!"

Palu was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he was punished for working too much.

But he didn't ask in detail, he just coughed and asked about another thing that was more curious.

"What are you repairing?"

"Railway!" one worker replied with a smile.

Palu was stunned for a moment.

"Railway? Why are you repairing that thing?"

Several workers looked at each other, not knowing how to answer, but one of them looked at the young man with an alert look and shouted with an idea.

"Make the port more modern."

"Modernization?" Palu muttered to himself, "I have never heard this word."

"What a coincidence, we actually don't know, it's all the iron men who are talking about it! Anyway, we just know that this thing can transport things!"

As soon as the young man finished speaking with a smile, someone next to him added, "It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it, you can make money anyway!"

Pallu couldn't help but ask.

"Where are you taking the goods?"

A tanned worker replied.

"The ones buried under the ground are for pulling people, and the ones that go around the port are for pulling goods. Other construction teams are repairing it there. It is not the same project as ours. You have to ask them where to pull the goods."

"Pull someone?!" Palu's eyes widened, filled with disbelief that just these few wooden sticks could pull someone away.

Seeing his shocked look, the young man smiled and said.

"Yes! I heard that the car runs very fast on the track. In the future, people who live in the suburbs can also come to work in the port area!"

Palu opened his mouth and couldn't help but continue to ask.

"Then...how much do you pay? How much do the iron men give you per month?"

When he said he was going to pay his wages, the dark-skinned worker from before grinned and said with a rather proud expression.

"2,200 gallons!"

"2200 gallons?!"

Hearing this number, Palu was surprised again and secretly calculated it in his mind.

Isn't this...

Can I exchange it for fifty-five kilograms of corn? !

Recently, many residents of Golden Gallon Port have learned the skills of cooking corn and cornmeal from the iron men. Imitation of the diet of those iron men has become a new fashion among the residents of this settlement. The price of corn has also increased from 1 gallon at the beginning. One tael, up to 2 gallons.

Equivalent to 20 gallons per pound.

If you buy those whole grains like black beans or chickpeas that are transported by water, you only need about 8 gallons per pound!

As for Xilan coins, they rarely appear in the stalls frequented by the common people. It is said that only some big shots can use them in their transactions.

Palu couldn't figure out how many kilograms of beans 2,200 gallons could exchange for, but he only made 1,800 gallons in one month of work.

The income of these coolies is actually higher than him!

"Why are there so many!? I remember in the recruitment... didn't it say 1,600 gallons?" Palu couldn't help but asked jealously.

The workers said with a smile again.

"That's the basic salary! In addition to the basic salary, we also received a 600-gallon bonus last month!"

"The foreman told us that as long as we work fast and well, and get those iron men to nod, we can even get a bonus (as much as our salary)!"

"I'm fine, do you want to rest for a while?"

"Let's go back together... I'll buy some steamed buns later."

"I'll buy some fried beans on the way."

"Where did you get the wine?!"

"Hehe, let me tell you quietly, those iron men have never finished drinking..."

A group of people seemed to have had enough rest. They climbed up from the pit along the ladder and returned their work hats to the side.

Palu looked at them blankly, as if he saw something different from the sweaty young men, but he couldn't explain why.

There were many people working as coolies in the past, but he had never seen anyone smile after finishing their work.

No--

To be precise, he had never seen the slaves finish their work, let alone think about what to eat after they finished work.

Maybe...

The world has really changed.

With a worried look on his face, Palu went to the nearby Port Guard Bureau branch and was reminded by his colleagues to find the branch director here.

Knocking on the office door, he walked in. Fortunately, he saw the branch director sitting there who was about the same age as him, also in his thirties.

Moreover, the lighter skin color shows that he is rarely exposed to wind and rain, and his temperament is more like a decent person.

Palu subconsciously adopted a humble attitude, slowed down the door, made a friendly smile and handed out the file bag in his hand.

"It was Basak who asked me to bring him."

The director glanced at him and said in surprise.

"So fast?"

As he spoke, he quickly reached out and took the file bag from Palu's hand, tore open the seal and took out a thick pile of documents inside, holding it in his hand and looking through it roughly.

After a moment, he nodded approvingly.

"Yes, thank that guy for me later. I will write to your branch to thank him for his cooperation."

Although he was a little jealous in his heart, Palu forced a smile on his face and nodded.

"I will tell you."

Here, he paused again and couldn't help but ask another question.

"By the way, Director, may I ask...what are these papers?"

The director picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and spoke concisely and concisely.

"Household registration document."

Palu was stunned for a moment.

"Household registration?"

"Yes, at the request of those iron men. Recently, many refugees have swam from the Yongliu River. According to them, famine has occurred in several nearby villages. The Governor's Office requires us to set up an identity authentication system for local residents as soon as possible, and at least register first Their name, age, gender, approximate street where they live, etc... The people who live in your port area are all people of high status, but we are in more trouble here. There are shacks everywhere, and some of them work in the port. This guy hasn’t been home for several days, thanks to your cooperation.”

As he said that, the branch director sat at his desk and pinched his eyebrows with a headache. It could be seen that he had been worried about this matter a lot during this time.

After listening to this, Palu was stunned for a moment.

He had indeed heard some rumors that the Governor's Office was planning to issue something called an identity card to the residents of Golden Gallen Harbor.

At that time, he was still glad in his heart that these iron men finally planned to do some real good things, such as completely distinguishing the rat tribe from the crowd for them, but he did not expect that [registration] would only be these things.

"Just...register these?" Palu couldn't help but ask, looking at the branch director expectantly, hoping to hear from him (such as "almost forgot" or "remembered")㱕 talk.

However, to his surprise, the man just looked at him blankly.

"That's it, is there anything else?"

"Nothing..." Palu suddenly felt a little lost. Under the eyes of a pair of confused eyes, he turned and left the office.

He was actually looking forward to having a horse drawn on the certificate.

Although the horse race is not a particularly noble race, they are still much better than those snakes, rats, insects and birds...

After leaving the police station, he dragged his tired body towards home. The rising sun burned his neck and back.

Muttering a curse on the mouse that stole the time for him to go home, he unconsciously quickened his pace so that he could go back before the street got hotter.

However, just as he stepped through the door of his house, the eight o'clock bell sounded from the harbor, startling a group of seagulls lying on the eaves.

Palu's old face couldn't help but blush.

It was only then that he realized that his home time was much earlier than usual today...

…

Just after eight o'clock, when the sun coated the Golden Gallen Harbor with a layer of golden color, the sky on the west coast of Borneo Province was still hazy and shimmering.

A majestic giant cargo ship is slowly approaching the newly built concrete dock. Connected to the dock is a shack that grows densely like moss on the yellow soil.

A man wearing a straight military uniform was standing on the deck, looking at the port bathed in the morning light with a smile.

"Sisail Harbor, the city of Saisail, and even the fertile and fertile Nasset State adjacent to it...Everything here is our trophy, and it is also the trophy of your father, Mr. Benoit. Pick a good spot. Let’s take a photo of it from an angle, remembering to let the morning light shine on the bow of our boat. I like the sparkling feeling.”

Standing behind him, Penny sighed helplessly, took a few photos of the port and the bow of the ship, then shook her hair that fell on her shoulders and said.

"Then we'll probably have to stay on the deck for another hour...and, respectfully, Governor Huye, you don't need to teach me how to take pictures, I know how to make your ship look big and beautiful. Or I can give you the camera, How about you take the photo for me?”

The man was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed heartily a few times, but did not reach out to take the camera.

"As expected of Mr. Bennot's daughter!"

"Then leave it to you!"