This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 535: The ignited powder keg (thanks to the Silver Alliance of “Thousand Changes of Reincarnation”!)

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A small bungalow on the edge of Linghu Lake.

Looking at the dancing lines and numbers on the trading machine, he sat at the table and looked at the square length of the newspaper, raising the corners of his mouth. Just now, someone injected five million chips into the market.

Although he bought in small orders, he could tell at a glance that those small orders were all written by the same person.

In order to facilitate these gamblers to play zero-sum games and reduce the frictional loss of "chips", he did not even set a transaction fee.

And the young man he had known for less than a month had indeed lived up to his expectations. A thousand people had already entered the S-coin trading platform.

If his guess is correct, these thousand people cover at least half of the nobles and their relatives in the inner city, and 80% of these people bought in without even reading anything written in the electronic contract. With the help of the nobles, this easy-to-participate drumming and flower-passing game will soon be transmitted like a chain reaction to the next level of the drunken Queen of the Night bar, bringing together the dancers on the stage and the mercenaries wandering off the stage. , The merchants also pulled in some of them.

These people are definitely the high-income group in Boulder City, and the chips in their pockets can reach four figures, or even five, six, or seven figures!

As for bank clerks, city hall salesmen, and boutique designers at tailor shops... although these middle-income groups do not have enough wealth and have five-digit savings, their desire for wealth is the most astonishing. of.

It's a pity that there really isn't much to squeeze out of Boulder City, otherwise the final ending would have been exciting.

As the developer of the trading system, he can see the cards in the hands of everyone on the poker table, without even looking at their trading behavior to guess.

But to be honest, making money from these people is no fun. After all, we all know that bullying a fool is unethical.

"Wow, how many newspapers have you subscribed to?" There was a movement at the entrance, and Dolly came in from outside with a newspaper in her arms.

"I've ordered everything I can," Fang Chang stood up and took the newspaper from her hand. Fang Chang said with a smile, "Isn't this to support Miss Investigator's career.

"I'm a reporter!" Dolly stared at him curiously and blinked, "Also, what exactly is a search officer? I thought they were guards from the alliance, but I asked everyone, they They all said they had never heard of it."

As soon as he heard this, Fang Chang's face suddenly turned green. He almost died from the spit, and he coughed twice in a hurry and said. Cough! You, stop asking around! "I'll tell you later... Help! He doesn't want to die!

Seeing a certain big bad guy looking at her pleadingly, Dolly raised the corners of her lips proudly, but she didn't intend to just let him go. ''Hook!" She stretched out her little finger.

'Pull... hook. "Fang Chang also stretched out his hand in embarrassment, but when he thought about having to explain it to her later, he couldn't help but blush. 'This thing was explained yesterday. I can't mention things from another world...

You can't, make the movie... No, it's too dirty! And the data transmission must be reviewed, and Aguang will see it! Does this kind of thing really have to be so formal? Do you have to pull the hook...

However, Dolly was still as easy to coax as ever, and she was not curious about why he was blushing. After pulling the hook, she sat contentedly across the dining table and enjoyed breakfast happily.

Fang Chang also picked up a bun and stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite to cool down his irritable mood. Then he looked at the tall pile of newspapers beside the table and shifted his attention to it

Speaking of which, "Daily Survivor" has recently added a series of sub-magazines.

Including "Worker's Daily", "Agricultural News", "Fashion Weekly", etc...

The outflow industry from Boulder City has injected fresh blood into the alliance, and "Daily Survivor" is just a microcosm and the easiest to see intuitively. The greatest legacy of the prosperous era is not a black box, but Renlianyu.

I Even though there are all kinds of strange names in the wasteland, some are called Table, Stool, Wrench and Hammer, and some are called Li Lei and Han Meimei, but everyone speaks the same language, with only slightly different pronunciation, so cultural exchanges and the spread of ideas There are not as many obstacles as in the real world.

'It is precisely because of this that the effects of industrial transfer and population siphoning will be amplified. This should be a slow and long-lasting process, but now it is as crazy as a free fall.

But he has no sympathy for those people. Arrogance is the greatest original sin.

Those nobles are not only arrogant but also greedy for dreams. The money printing machine that was supposed to serve more than 500,000 people has become a cash machine for a few VIPs. They obviously have no foreign exchange reserves but still insist on playing the debt game with the alliance

If you don’t cut, who will you cut?

I am afraid that their ancestors did not expect that the chips originally invented so that the survivors in the wasteland would no longer barter would be moved around like toys by future generations.

As long as the nobles of Boulder City do not earn so much local currency and lend chips to the alliance while allocating some silver coins or assets priced in silver coins, it will be very difficult for the alliance to cut them off. The bond of trade will make the two sides truly Bund together and become partners with lips and teeth cold. But this is only an afterthought.

The managers saw through the nature of these guys from the beginning, so they never relented on the issue of "opening up the free exchange of silver coins and chips" from beginning to end. The Boulder City Bank may have gradually become aware of the danger, but it was only an awareness of the danger. In fact, it was already too late. In fact, kind managers gave them a chance.

Until the end, these gamblers have a chance to put on the brakes and stop.

As long as Malvern can suppress inflation within five years, allow the alliance to survive the initial stage of development, and open up the free exchange of chips and silver coins, the bubbles accumulated in the giant wall can be naturally squeezed out. . If the Alliance wants to become bigger and stronger, they will definitely not play any tricks of breach of contract. Their personal morality is not the Alliance's turn to judge. That is the residents of Boulder City themselves.

However, gamblers want to win so much, and want to be the only winner, that they turn this game that could have been played forever into an arena that distinguishes high and low, as well as life and death.

If it is a ring, then someone must die. This is a war, and it has already begun. But it is different from hot war.

Often when most people come to their senses, it has ended quietly. Only when people look back on the past will they gradually realize what they have lost in this war.

It's a pity that there are still too few financial instruments in this game, otherwise you can make a lot of money by shorting chips. In this way, he will be financially free not only in reality, but also in the game. What exactly is this thing?"

Noticing the trading device on the table, Dolly reached out curiously and picked it up. After staring at it for a while without understanding, she whispered, "You have been staring at it since morning. There is no hiding anything." , Fang Chang, who had regained his usual composure, smiled and said softly. Good children should not touch the tools of the bad guys. "...Tools of the killers" "Yeah." "

Looking at Dolly who was confused, Fang Chang continued to tease.

"For example... there is a clearance button there. If you press it, several people will die in the inner city not far from here. "Do you want to try it?"

Although this way he would not be able to maximize his profits, and his chips in the inner city bank would also be frozen, he actually didn't care much about those fictitious things. Originally, the plan was just to verify the conjecture in his mind. It’s okay for a Pomeranian to smile.

But Dolly couldn't laugh. Instead, she was startled by his words and quickly carefully put the dangerous thing back on the table.

"Really or not...is this so scary?" Looking at Fang Changyun's gentle smile, Dolly's eyes gradually filled with suspicion and she raised her eyebrows. She always felt that this guy was teasing her again.

Of course it is true, and a conservative estimate... there may be more than a few dead. Reaching out to rub the emerald green hair, Fang Chang looked into the suspicious eyes, smiled softly and said.

"I have not forgotten what those bad guys did. They dared to bully my gentle, lovely and kind Miss Dolly. Of course I have to make them pay a little price for their rudeness."

…………It’s so disgusting!” Dolly blushed and jumped to the side.

Despite what she said, she still felt a sweetness in her heart. ~She decided to change the story herself, but he still remembered...

Seeing that the look didn't look like she was joking, Dolly hesitated and whispered.

Actually, I don’t hate those people that much anymore. Don’t deliberately seek revenge on them. I won’t go back anyway... But then again, since you hold a grudge so much.

"No, it's about holding a grudge. This is called..." Fang Chang was not very good at saying earthy love words. He thought for a while, then smiled and continued, "I remember everything about you." In reality, it would be The routine of being looked down upon unexpectedly worked in the wasteland.

Dolly's face suddenly turned red. She hurriedly picked up the file bag on the chair and ran towards the door like a frightened little animal. "I, I, I, I went to work!"

Looking at the clanging entrance door, Fang Chang couldn't help but smile and turned his eyes back to the newspaper in his hand.

When he saw the report about the current situation in Boulder City, he shook his head and complained to himself. "These days...there are too many fools and not enough liars."

The editor of the "Economic News" newspaper made up a joke to tease the neighbors. The merchants of the alliance went to a restaurant in Boulder City to dine and found that people were paying with paper, so they were shocked and asked where your chips were? The waiter proudly told him, It is now popular for us to pay with an IOU, and then take out a small receipt with a string of zeros.

The merchants in the alliance searched their pockets but couldn't find so many chips, so they had an idea, took off their napkins, wrote a longer string of zeros, and bought the entire restaurant.

This seems to be a spoof contribution from a player.

And most of them are players who are doing tasks in Boulder City and find players from the alliance to invest on their behalf. However, it also reflected what was happening in Boulder City from the side, and what was even more interesting was that when it was time to take a nap, they stabbed themselves, and then buried their heads in the sand and acted like ostriches.

Some residents of Boulder City have no doubts about Mr. House's tone and believe that the noble gentlemen must have a way. Not only does the inner city have a real research institute, but there is also a division's think tank living there, which is just for discussion. Sometimes everyone would close the door and whisper, so as not to be overheard by the hyenas in the wasteland. After laughing, Fang Chang became slightly serious.

A problem that cannot be ignored is that the alliance does not yet have a complete "financial law". It only has some similar provisions in other games in the player's handbook to restrict players from using illegal means to defraud the alliance's National People's Congress or other players. Ill-gotten gains.

Now that the scale of the game is getting bigger and bigger, both the number of players and the number of people's congresses are increasing sharply. If they are not kept intact, a few black sheep will sneak in and attack their own people, making the alliance repeat the mistakes of Boulder City. .

He loves this collective more than anyone else. After all, he and everyone else burned the first brick here, and this land is covered with their blood. There was a slight movement in his heart, and the corner of his square mouth turned up into a smile.

"Speaking of which... the version just happened to be updated with "Public Affairs". "Let's draft a proposal on the "Financial Law" later... Time passes day by day, and it will soon be December.

At least one thing Mr. House didn't lie about. This winter was indeed not as cold as in previous years. Many people froze to death at this time last year, but this year I haven't heard of anyone dying at home.

The efficiency of the savings factory has improved, which is a good sign, indicating that some survivors in the outer city have also become rich. For example, the tutors Malvern hired for his youngest daughter have recently been wearing Deathclaw shoes.

Ever since it was discovered that the Alliance had given a Death Claw in return to every survivor force that went to the celebration to congratulate them, the pursuit of the Death Claw by the nobles in the inner city suddenly became less intense. Maybe...

Only Ideal City is worthy of being the eternal **** in their hearts.

Sberg couldn't help but feel sarcastic in his heart. Maybe he had to keep pace with the times and change the material of the captain's leather shoes from death claws to something else to highlight the identity of this big man.

What about the mutant's scalp? He's not imaginative enough.

Except for the weird and diverse "evolved bodies", I really can't think of anything more terrifying than the death claws in the wasteland, and there are enough alien species. In short, everything seems to be slowly getting better.

Sberg felt a little more comforted, maybe one day in the future this favor would come to his head.

The only thing that made him a little sad was that this month, Mr. Weijia tried to use the IOU lake to trick them again, which made everyone angry. Even Kent cursed a few shameless profiteers, which simply gave people no way to survive. .

Sometimes something happened. Someone secretly removed the threads of the slicer. Others were bad enough and kept silent and pretended not to see it. As a result, their assembly line wasted an entire line of cans and put them to death. The boss, Weijia, had his nose crooked with anger.

Of course the bad guy was found out. I heard that someone exposed him.

But no matter what, thanks to him, Weijia was a little more careful with them and didn't forfeit last month's interest, even though he only gave them some unsold nutritional ointments...

Sberg was a little frustrated.

He had imagined that his boss would give them the dried cans, but what he didn't expect was that his boss Shoko would pour the cans in front of them and not share them with them. , and also let people urinate on those precious grains.

That day, Mr. House's broadcast included an advertisement - Good Taste Food Processing Factory would rather destroy the defective products than let an inferior can flow to the market. Fortunately, there is only one bad thing that affects your mood. After all, there are more good things than bad things. In order to listen to the story of Bol the Awakener, more and more workers gathered at the entrance of the walnut beer can.

And not just from Mr. Weijia’s factory, but also from steel plants, from sawmills, and even engineers from weapons assembly stations... It turns out that those really educated and good people also come from Love their stories and sympathize with their experiences.

The engineer is not tall, and his left eye is an electronic eye produced by Jushi Military Industry. He is a healthy person, and occasionally he will treat everyone to a drink...even if it is just low-quality watered beer

. One day he drank too much and shouted that one day Jushi Military Industry would dare to use IOU Lake to trick him. He would not suffer in silence. He vowed to stuff more gunpowder into each cartridge case and add some sticky lake lake by the way. of syrup. That's no joke.

Sberg stopped reading the story at that time and immediately covered his mouth, hoping he wouldn't do anything stupid. The early spring wave was no joke. In the cold winter, at most a few poor people will freeze to death.

When the warm winter comes, the coming spring will be like hell...so good.

After listening to him finish reading the contents of the "Worker's Daily", a young man had an expression of envy on his face and couldn't help but whisper. "It would be great if we had a manager too. He's seen it all.

Those profiteers will not consciously take out the things in their pockets and give them to them unless someone points a gun at them and forces them to change them. Hearing the young man's cry, Sperger couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Everyone here has heard him read the reply to him from the editor-in-chief of "Daily Survivor". The administrator not only invited him to be a guest in the alliance, but also promised to let him try on power armor. He is a really approachable adult.

Next year the wave has passed, let's go there together, I heard that the raiders in the north are almost being killed by those blue coats. 'But I heard that they only give out silver coins, not chips... What does it matter? I heard that all the dancers in the Queen of the Night bar accept silver coins!"

That's right!" A man with a beard cursed and said, "No matter what you give, it's better than an IOU!" Some people also showed worried expressions. But what about the wave of the next year? Come back to hide?" The old fitter nodded and said nervously. I heard that the wave would sweep across the wasteland, leaving no grass growing in its path...

If not forced by life, no one would be willing to leave Jubi. After all, you have to give 1 to 2 chips when you come back, depending on the mood of the man at the door. If they really weren't afraid of the aliens and predators outside, they would have become mercenaries long ago, and they wouldn't just stay and work in the factory. The only people left behind are honest people. It has been for generations.

Sberg also had the same worries, so he mentioned in his reply that he needed to save up some travel expenses before going there.

The 20 to 30 kilometers of road is not easy to walk. I don’t know what dangers are hidden in the concrete ruins. He has never seen those mutated rats and dogs that drink blood from their hair, but he has seen President Malvern when he visited. I brought a lot of bodyguards with me.

But at this time, the engineer who always invited them to drink laughed.

"Come on, you must not have read the newspaper," I remember one issue of "Daily Survivor" mentioned that those mouth eaters are all fruiting bodies of mutant slime mold, and that mutant slime mold has another species called What a self-limiting thing. Anyway, they can no longer expand after they expand to a certain scale. The wave in the suburbs is probably not as exaggerated as in the city. Otherwise, how did the survivors in the northern suburbs survive? They didn't pop out of the cement cracks.

Everyone looked at each other in shock after hearing this, and Sberg also showed a surprised expression. This is indeed his knowledge blind spot.

He has been staring at the "Worker Newspaper" and regarded it as his own, so much so that he forgot that there are also "Daily Survivors" and "Mercenary News", which will share some common sense and experience in the wasteland. Apparently, the engineer from Jushi Military Industry was a reader of the main publication of "Daily Survivor" and happened to have read that issue.

The expression of surprise turned into excitement. Sberg clenched his fists excitedly and said while looking at the crowded workers at the door of the beer hall. Great! Since the wasteland is actually not that scary, let’s go and have a look when spring comes next year! Sure enough, it’s good to have more people!

As long as one person is willing to tell everyone what he knows, the united workers will become more and more knowledgeable, and knowledge is power. However, at this moment, a group of fierce guards came not far away. Sberg's expression changed slightly when he saw those people.

The leader is Phyllis, the head guard of the industrial area, and following him is Alec, the security captain, and his "old friend" Kent. What are you doing here? Do you want to rebel?" Phyllis shouted and used a couch stick to drive away the drunkards surrounding the door of the tavern. Sberg looked at the tavern owner Tang, who shook his head with a pale face. Shake your head. I didn’t call you..."

Before he could finish his words, Kent suddenly rushed out, grabbed Sperger's collar like a hero, and looked at the security captain Alec excitedly. This is the guy! He makes a noise here every day! Reading his disgusting... story about Bohr. "Sperger suddenly became angry, and rarely summoned up the courage to glare at him and cursed. "I recited mine at the door of your house? What's wrong with you?"

I didn’t expect that this coward would dare to talk back to me. Kent was about to spit at him but saw the workers around him looking at him silently. How can a person defeat powered armor? "Aren't you talking nonsense and hurting people?" However, there was really no ink in his stomach, and he couldn't make a big point, so he could only read Mr. House's words again, and then asked for help. He looked at Alec. He swore.

If the illegitimate son of the city lord who was hiding in the city suddenly took over the alliance's power armor, then he would definitely not have any objections and would excitedly shoot it at the wall... But the bad thing is that these bullshit, with all their strength Why do you have to write what these poor people like to read, why can't you write according to your own favorite routine? Kent was so angry that his teeth hurt.

Alec was not interested in the barking of several wild dogs. Whether it was Kent or Sperger, they were all the same in his eyes. Just a poor **** with no skills.

After a while, he will go to the Queen of the Night Bar to show off to his boss and his boss's petite head. His drinking capacity is an impossible pastime at the party. At this moment, he just wants to end the matter quickly, so he looks towards Phyllis on the side said softly.

"These people gather together every day and shout loudly. The day our assembly line broke down was the fault of our assembly line." Dear captain of the guard, please take care of it. "

Phyllis looks down on the security captain of a mere factory, but Alec's boss is Vijia, and Vijia's boss is the famous Sid. That gentleman is incredible.

However, it is not good for him to arrest people for no reason, otherwise he will easily be treated as an outcast by the big shots and left to these poor people to vent their anger.

So his little eyes searched for a while, and he spotted the newspaper on the wine table. He immediately seemed to have found some treasure, his voice of surprise was distorted, and he shouted loudly.

"What is that?" without waiting for others to answer.

Phyllis strode forward, took the newspaper in his hand and unfolded it, looking around with a sinister and arrogant look. It was as if he was holding a sword in his hand. Worker newspaper! The city hall has banned this stuff!"

This is not the one before!" - The engineer beside him couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but argue that this is a sub-issue of the Alliance's Survivor Daily, and the two are completely different!

"Haha, from the Alliance...the crime is plus one!" Phyllis glanced at the pale Sperger teasingly, and his face gradually became cold. "Take this traitor away!"

Several guards came forward, ignored Sberg's struggle and yelling, punched him, and then took him away from the door of the beer hall in full view of everyone.

Alec casually threw a 25 face value chip to Kent as a reward, then waved and left with a few thugs who were helping the scene.

Kent grabbed the chips excitedly.

He nodded and bowed and thanked Alec's back, then looked at the back of Sberg who was being taken away, and cursed happily. "Good job catching the **** traitor!" That voice was particularly conspicuous in the crowd. Because he is the only voice.

Kent couldn't help but panic, instinctively hiding the chips in his hand, looking nervously at the eyes staring at him, and took a step back. "What...are you looking at me for? I...I'm doing this for your own good too!" You don't want to lose your job because of that despicable guy - "Stop being hypocritical." An angry voice interrupted him.

A young man walked out of the crowd and stared at him intently.

If you are given a chance, you can go to the ground and lick Mr. Malvern's shoes, and you are even willing to taste the feces of his family. You actually have the nerve to say it's for our own good, but you clearly want us all to die so you can do all the work by yourself. "Kent's eyes widened. "You, how dare you call Mr. Malvern by his name"

The young man looked at him coldly.

"Yes, I said it, and now I will say it again, call your Mr. Malvern to teach us a lesson. It's best to take us all in to accompany Sberg. Anyway, it's so cold outside. It wasn’t much better inside, so I happened to go there to listen to him continue telling stories. But it’s a pity, I guess that gentleman will not pay attention to you. After all, dogs only lick their own owners, and your tongue is much dirtier than that of a dog. Kent was angry He cursed. "You are dirty! You and your whole family are so bad!"

The bearded man looked at him and shrugged boredly.

"Admit it openly, you just admire the whip in Master Stephen's hand. You don't care about Rudy, you don't care about Du Xi, and you don't care about why Bill lost his job. You have never loved anyone here. Man, you wish you could hold that whip yourself." Someone in the crowd shouted.

Hey, friend, he has never heard the story of Bol the Awakener. He must be confused by the names you mentioned! The voice responded quickly, and he responded with a smile.

Haha, he doesn’t know what Master Stephen’s whip is for!” “It doesn’t matter, but we all know who this guy is!” They have a common language.

Little time:

Kent's eyes widened, almost bulging. "You're talking nonsense! I, I——" He had indeed not read the newspaper.

It was precisely because of this that he felt a trace of panic. This feeling was like being excluded from the team, leaving me alone. That **** Sperger... how dare he, how dare he write himself into his book

Kent didn't know that Sperger never actually wrote his name, and there was no character like him in his books, but people seemed to know him, and be familiar with him... as if they were filling in for the hated guy Ghost, write his name in. The crowd began to move.

Those people seemed to know what they were going to do next, even if no one told them, they made up their minds. Thinking that they were going to team up to pick him up, Kent backed up, his face becoming more and more frightened.

The young man who stood up first suddenly looked at him with pity and raised his right hand.

Kent subconsciously raised his arm to resist, but the young man neither picked him up nor grabbed the chips in his hand, but just patted him on the shoulder.

"Admit it, you actually don't love Mr. Shu Erwen, nor Mr. Weijia, and of course you haven't loved any of us... You only have yourself in your eyes. How do you match the words "for our good"? Appear in your mouth? You want us all to die. You dream of sitting on all of our heads to shit. It's a pity that it's so difficult for you. You were born in a mouse hole. 25 chips can't let you go. You become a master, and you have to be a rat in the same nest as us.

People passed him one after another and patted him on the shoulder. We don’t blame you. 'Come on Kent.

Kent stepped back in fear, his shoulders were covered with engine oil, flour, and some colorful things...it came from one hand, and those people seemed to be possessed.

While protecting the chips in his hand, he looked at the people walking in the opposite direction to him and shouted in a panic. What are you going to do? Stop! Are you... crazy?" "What are you going to do?"

The young man stopped, looked back at Kent, looked at the coward who wanted to shrink into a ball, and said mockingly. Of course, go and do what Bol should do!" "That guy won't leave the workers in trouble alone!" 'He told us to unite!" Something big happened! Dawn City.

In the Alliance Building, the manager's office, the hurried footsteps interrupted Chu Guang's thoughts and made him stop writing. Standing at the door was the head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs appointed by him. A young man named Cheng Yan and Sun Ruicai of the Ministry of Finance were selected from the same batch of young talents.

Originally Shuyu was a more suitable candidate for this position, but the alliance needs to put the best diplomats in Ideal City. No one is more suitable to speak on behalf of the alliance at the Supreme Council than that calm young man.

Both of them are directly responsible for themselves, and Shuyu himself has no objections. He is willing to do anything for the alliance. Like Lu Bei, they are the most loyal young men in the league.

What's the matter? Don't worry, take a breath and speak slowly. "Chu Guang looked at him seriously and said without blaming him.

"Something happened in Boulder City!" Cheng Yan swallowed and continued hurriedly, "Our embassy sent a message saying that workers in the industrial zone surrounded the guard station and demanded the release of the prisoners. The workers who were captured were either captured together. Chu Guang asked with a frown. "What happened next?" Cheng Yan said with a wry smile.

Later their prison was full..." There was silence in the office for a while.

Chu Guang had mixed feelings in his heart and sighed. "Is anyone dead?"

"No... but there were a lot of injuries, and because the guards of Boulder City searched the arrestee's home, they found our newspaper, the letter written by our general editor to them, and a hundred chips, Boulder City The authorities suspected that it was us." Cheng Yan glanced at Chu Guang cautiously, "Our editor-in-chief mentioned you in the letter... I want to confirm, is it true?"'"I asked him to. He mentioned it." "I see, then I understand"

Cheng Yan nodded immediately. There was a knowing expression on his face. If it is the manager's plan, then it will be fine.

He has no doubt that the manager is right. There is only one thing to worry about, and that is the editor-in-chief of "Daily Survivor". Chu Guang could guess by looking at the expression on his face that this guy was definitely thinking wrong, so he couldn't help laughing.

"It is true that this matter has nothing to do with us, but it is definitely not what you think. A hundred chips bribed people who can't even fit in a prison... Even if I tell them that this is what I did, they Do you believe it?"

Cheng Yan smiled bitterly and said: "This... I don't know, but it's not that serious. I feel like they don't intend to make this matter a big deal. They just warned us not to try to hinder them with small tricks. Chu Guang: "Then?" Cheng Yan shook his head.

No more. "No more?

Chu Guang couldn't help but snort.

Seeing how anxious you are, I thought he had closed our embassy.

In that case, he can be regarded as a man who respects those nobles.

Like that guy Yade, he dared to bring a gun to the alliance station to ask for an explanation. He turned a blind eye and didn't care. Instead, he admired the guy's two eyes and the people of the Honey Badger Kingdom were willing to There's a reason why you support that guy.

But when he thought of this, Chu Guang was puzzled. It stands to reason that the people of the River Valley Province are tough and fierce, and the most indispensable thing is the wastelanders who show off their fierceness. How come they have reached the level of the landlord, from Old Leech to Old Brown? One leg is weaker than the other. Cheng Yan coughed dryly and said.

That shouldn't be the case. They may also be worried that you won't pay back the money and won't do anything because of a small thing..." "This is not a small thing. As the trigger of the crisis, this is already very serious. "

Chu Guang sighed, glanced at the draft paper on the table, and crossed out what he had just written, because those mild measures would definitely be out of use.

To be honest, everything went smoothly after the celebration, and there were even signs of economic recovery in Boulder City. He was a little relieved, thinking that he should be able to survive the wave of spring next year, but he didn't expect that this happened. Such a thing.

He doesn't want to guess the conspiracy behind this.

Not everything must have a well-thought-out origin. History itself moves forward amid countless coincidences. Ran

Perhaps the cause of the incident was just that a guy who smoked without stepping on his cigarette **** happened to throw the cigarette **** into a trash can filled with gunpowder. Chu Guang suddenly remembered something.

Speaking of which, why did those workers suddenly surround the guard station?" When the manager suddenly asked, Cheng Yan was stunned for a moment, frowned and thought for a moment before saying.

I heard from the person in charge of the embassy there... It seems that the owner of a food processing factory bribed the guards there and arrested the man who read the newspaper in the workers' union every day. ”

Chu Guang: Good guy.

After roughly clarifying the cause and effect of the matter, Chu Guang felt quite complicated.

He installed the accelerator for Boulder City, and he also stepped on the accelerator for the first time, but he really didn't expect that this thing would get out of control at the beginning. His players were all talented players, so they immediately went up and kicked him. The NPCs in the alliance didn't hold back, and followed closely to hit him.

But the gentlemen in the inner city didn't think it was fast enough. Not only did they do it a few times, but they even welded the car door shut. And behind this, it was probably not just the alliance, but other forces were also involved to help. Oil, R Malvern may be the most sober person and one of the few "good" people who is willing to benefit the residents of the outer city, at least relative to his shareholders. But it was too late for him to stop him, so he could only use the method he gave him to drink poison to quench his thirst. The irony is that the person who stepped on the accelerator first is now the one who wants to hit the brakes the most.

"I hope I can at least survive this winter..." Chu Guang pressed his eyebrows and sighed, "otherwise the spring wave will be a big problem. Cheng Yan was slightly stunned.

, due to work needs, he has conducted serious investigations, and with the help of the embassy, ​​he collected some history that the nobles of Boulder City themselves may not take seriously.

In the less than two centuries of history of Boulder City, similar things have actually happened, and in the end they were settled by those gentlemen. Otherwise, the city lord there would have been replaced long ago. .No surprise, it should be the same this time. He muttered softly.

It’s not that serious..." (Thanks to the leader of the "Thousand Changes of Reincarnation" and the Silver Alliance for the reward!! The boss is so generous!!)

In addition, let me say a few words. This book will cover a little bit about military, economy, culture, industry, infrastructure, technology, farming, joyful daily life, and player adventures. Each settlement and refuge has a different ending. , there will not be two identical 79s, nor will there be two identical Boulder City, and Jinchuan Province will not change the map by painting the map of Luoxia Province with green paint. It's a complete story. After all, it's not a short video. If you like a beautiful girl, I will only recommend beautiful girls to you next time. And why do some people always insist on connecting the wasteland with reality? Is it a dimensional thing? Even if it is said that this is the winter home of the Ice and Steam Age, I think it is more reliable than talking about something specious.