This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 539: Every possibility is a continuation of the past

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In the screening room, Sperger saw countless possibilities for the future.

Just like Yin Bosi, in most of the endings deduced by computers, he does not stand in the center of the stage, or even appears on the stage.

There are not only workers in this settlement, although they are the first group of people to awaken in the world line where he is located.

For example, in ending No. 217, the youngest daughter of the Malvern family is the one the camera focuses on the most.

From the moment the little girl saw the first shameful newspaper, she was actively trying to persuade her father.

While her perspective is naive, the problems she uncovers are much more real. Her old father, Malvern, finally realized some problems and tried to promote a top-down reform, but the end result was the tragic death of the whole family.

Those out-of-time and irrelevant images were replaced by lines of cold text.

Sberg breathed a sigh of relief.

He was happy to see how Mr. Stephen died, but he couldn't bear to watch a little girl he had never met die with them, especially such a kind girl.

Another example is Ending No. 269. The camera focuses most on a green-haired girl, and a red-haired girl also appears. One of them lost his arms and eyes in Boulder City, and the other lost his arms while out on business. A leg, shared tragic experiences and trauma brought them together.

The people who united this time were mercenaries, and the opportunity was the wave after last year's cold winter.

Although those mercenaries did not have powered armor, they were able to fight against our militia group. We are particularly experienced in urban warfare and even repelled the inner city, while Boulder City The front seems to have become a mercenary city-state.

Everything has changed, but it still feels like it has never changed.

By the way, there was no alliance in that deduction, after all, the alliance had not appeared yet.

Obviously that machine does not really predict the future, but only helps us dig out possibilities for the future from what happened in the past.

However...

Yes? It's a kind of ending, except it doesn't have the "good ending" I expected.

The fate of that settlement seemed to be doomed from the beginning, and that was the place that made Zhang Shunjie feel most desperate, as if no matter what she did, it was meaningless.

So I tried dragging the regression bar backwards, going back to the longer past - a century and a half later, or even two centuries later, trying to find answers from possibilities that have not yet collapsed into facts.

It is precisely because of this that I saw many things that shocked me...

As I wrote in the story of Bol the Awakener, the City of Stone was built in a day.

Now I have to add another sentence.

No settlement has a happy ending.

We all also longed for a dark future...

……

The war broke out, and then started again. With the establishment of the Pre-War Reconstruction Committee, the era of prosperity came to a complete end.

The first seventy years were difficult, but also full of hope.

The Pre-War Reconstruction Committee did not give up on the survivors who stayed on the surface, and more importantly, the survivors who stayed under the ruins themselves did not give up on themselves.

The Ministry of Defense taught local survivors how to use weapons and formed militia groups to block the threat of the wave. The Technology Department organized a scavenging team, mobilizing young men to search for usable materials in dilapidated urban areas and recover low-value technologies. The production department is responsible for organizing production, helping local survivors build a series of factories that are considered late but functional, and also transport some supplies from other places from time to time.

Chu Guang was also established at this time.

It was some kind of "white box" that was created out of thin air, and it was also said to have fallen from the sky. Instead, these first-generation managers built it up bit by bit in the ice and snow with a truckload of cement and a truckload of steel bars. of.

Yes, it's that complicated.

Extraordinary.

The Chu Guang at this moment is still very low, just enough. After all, there are not many fruiting bodies that can fly and jump, and slime molds are not the main threat to survival.

The tenants of Jushi Mansion were the most helpless survivors, so the young men believed in us and anxiously handed over the power to us, so the golden method of the inner city disappeared.

The giant wall is the same as Chu Guang, it disappears in one click.

In year 2174, Year 45 of the Wasteland Era, the pre-war reconstruction committee fell apart due to internal conflicts, and a small group of outstanding people withdrew from Boulder City.

Some went north to the Wandering Swamp, some went to the westernmost part of the continent, and some went to the east coast, but even fewer people still chose to stay.

These people who stay behind are the real warriors.

We are as cowardly as our fathers, and we will always stand with those who really need help when a crisis comes, no matter whether we are facing a cold winter we have never seen before, or a alien species we have never seen before.

We use our ideals to melt the ice and snow, ignite the furnace fire, and smelt the steel.

We spurn these guys who have not betrayed their ideals, we abandon all realistic illusions, and we only doubt the compatriots who stayed with us.

We must be our own saviors!

Although assistance from the War and Construction Committee has begun, the future of Boulder City seems to be darker.

We opened Chuguang, accepted the wandering survivors, and rushed to the back when the wave came. If Yiwai was not safe, there would be no residents holding the giant wall. We only work on our own, but we also call on small families to join us, mobilize scavenger teams to explore the ruins, build outposts to collect resources, and develop them into small but reliable villages.

We no longer need support from the Production Department, but we also hope that these selfish guys will split up again. We took the initiative to look for hope in the desolate south.

Maybe it’s because we were moved by our courage, or maybe it’s just that the time has come.

Seven years ago, under the never-ending cold winter, everything regained the power to grow, and a small number of shelters were also opened.

We have finished accepting some lies about the situation in Hanhu, and tell these stupid guys that the War Construction Committee has been disbanded, and they can either go back to sleep, or stay and join you.

Whether they want it or not, now we are on our own.

As we all know, Lan Litiao is a cold-hearted guy, and many old popsicles feel guilty for their compatriots who are left to suffer below the surface. Therefore, when these tortured compatriots reached out to us, we were so moved that we had to sacrifice our lives for those poor people.

What the shelter brings is just a white box, no technology, and luminous ideas.

The arrival of Lan Litou injected new blood into Boulder City. We used post-war technology to help the survivors take a step back and improve the tools left behind by the Production Department, and even repaired a batch of tools that the Ministry of Defense knew. How to repair the power armor, and learned from the researchers in the technical department, trying to "archaeologically" from the degraded body of the urban actor.

From this point on, Boulder City has almost become a beacon shining on the entire southern part of the valley province...

What makes Zhang Shunjie strange is that in that period of history that has not yet happened, there seems to be no trace of the city lord from the beginning to the end.

The residents of the inner city only mentioned in a few words that there is an "Al who assists in management" in Boulder City. It controls the security system of the entire Boulder Mansion, and apart from that, it has no other abilities.

Before the war construction committee was disbanded, Little Rift Valley gave us something for self-protection. Out of some concerns, the Xiao family unanimously decided to put this self-protection thing in the hands of the city lord.

In addition to unlimited communication with the militia group, it is almost always involved in abnormal affairs in Boulder City.

Even if there is unlimited communication, Xiao Shao only occurs when the tide and the forces related to the pre-war Reconstruction Committee try to retreat into the distance of Boulder City.

That was part of this ancient "contract". Before the separation, the small families interfered with each other and immersed themselves in doing their own things.

There is no profound conspiracy.

Yes, although this AI called Heika has a high sense of existence, it actually does matter.

I originally built Boulder City, and the survivors themselves have done a pretty good job, and it will get better and better.

Until the end of one day, Zhang Shunjie suddenly discovered that the originally beautiful fairy tale had suddenly changed...

In the holographic image, an important issue is being discussed in the narrow conference hall.

A serious-looking woman put her hands under the table and spoke while looking at the attendees.

"There are fewer and fewer people in settlements, and the past material management methods are becoming more and more effective. Workers will become more and more unfamiliar, and machines will become more and more outdated. This is an objective law of nature. You use There is so little soap, some people need shower gel, some people need shampoo, and everyone wants to be more pleasing to the eye. Do you think that is a reasonable request. The same is true for food. It may be bread with sausage slices every meal. We can't stop thinking about enriching food varieties."

"However, you can use the established table to decide how much of the same type of goods to produce each day, and you can also count on everyone consuming only what they need. If you continue like that, let alone soap and Sausages and even concrete blocks will become scarce!"

"You propose to let society decide for itself what it needs and where excess productivity and resources should go. Therefore, you need to invent a tool to allow the visible supply and demand relationship to be seen. This has happened in history tool!"

As I said that, I took out a white chip.

This is the largest face value.

Everyone in the conference room was whispering.

One person stood up and asked.

"That's...?"

The serious-looking woman continued.

"Chips!"

"It can replace currency!"

"Although it is obviously just like the credits you have used before, it can at most reflect the supply and demand ball!"

Concerns were written on everyone’s faces.

We felt it was something good.

Slowly one participant stood up and raised an objection.

"You know what he wants to express, is it a coincidence to use the traditional currency pair after the prosperous era, but the supply and demand relationship it reflects is still lagging behind, and you haven't proven that there is no better way!"

The proposer nodded.

"Wrong! But farmers' better methods are useless now. Do you have so little computing power and so few production tools? The productivity level of your settlements now is different from that of the era after the Prosperity Era. The difference is a lot, even if the chips are picked up from outside the garbage dump, they are still better than the method you are using!"

The conference hall fell into quarrel.

Until an old and bright voice sounded, the conference hall gradually returned to silence.

"Quiet!"

Everyone looked at the old man who made the sound. There were words of respect and letters written outside the door.

I am one of the first residents of Boulder City, from the era after the Era of Prosperity, and I have never slept for a day, so I am not even a hundred years old now.

I have more experiences than anyone sitting outside. The wrinkles under my face are like the growth rings of an old tree, and the circles are full of history.

Even the most unruly inner-city residents can't help but lower their eyebrows when they look at me.

No one can appreciate my wisdom and correctness.

Even if there is no crown on my head.

On that occasion, the old man did not give his opinion. He just cleared his throat complexly and then raised his left hand.

"Same as ever."

"Vote."

……

Using chips as currency passed the deliberation of the inner city residents without any suspense. After all, our original method did work.

Very often what Xiaojia needs is not the "best" method, but a "useful" method.

But there is still a problem beyond that.

The credit of the Era of Prosperity is that the "distributors" of resources will receive the least benefit and can achieve utopian equality in a relative sense.

However, the chips are the same.

In essence, it is a traditional currency. Even if it is not specifically called this name, it has changed the nature of money.

There is a problem with any currency in the old era. Because the supply and demand relationship of its global currency is lagging behind, allocators in the market will receive less benefits. That is, the person who cuts the cake gets the least piece of cake, the person who divides the cake comes second, and the person who makes the cake gets the most.

The original intention of people inventing money is to make money serve people. However, it is often reversed in the end, and people become slaves serving money.

Of course, humans are brainless animals, and there are few means in money that cannot reduce the equilibrium distribution of resources generated by money.

For example, through visible or visible hands, take away the cake from the person who cuts the cake and give it to other people who need cake.

However, that does not change the nature of money.

Perhaps that's what he saw, an expert from the shelter suggested.

"It is the constrained bargaining chip that will bring new troubles, and you may not have enough time to constantly adjust it so that it can meet your needs at all times. You are worried that one day in the future, your children You will treat the chips as toys, and that will subvert your original intention and purpose of launching the chips, so you propose that...at most, the residents of the inner city must go on stage to listen to the production and operation of the inner city."

"In other words, you can earn chips!"

A young man stood up and spoke with a shower ball.

"But you also have to live, you can always watch these people with chips live a good life, and you live more by air"

"Those are two different things," the expert at the shelter said seriously. "You can't give yourself water, but you can hold the faucet and carry the bucket to collect water yourself. That is contradictory. !"

Even fewer agreed.

Although I am an expert who was born in a shelter and wear a blue suit, my identity has always been an issue there, and nothing can be discussed.

Besides, there is indeed something wrong with what I said.

The chips themselves were not released from us, and it would be too strange to pretend to be stupid and get a bucket to put them back!

Did the eldest man have any conversation that time?

I'm not too old yet.

Am I the Al who will always change? I am also a weak and strong awakened person. I am trying to escape the curse of aging.

Just as cells metabolize, people will do the same. There will always be no young people to replace old bones like mine. In this way, our society will become older and less energetic.

It might be better for the old man to think that he is the official one.

After all, as soon as I open my mouth, even if I say just one more word, people will immediately stop talking and look at me hopefully.

What I fear most is that these people look at me like this.

I regret that I am not as wise as we think, nor am I awake, and the younger I am, the more so.

In this case, let’s just say nothing.

Young people should decide their own future, just like I decided to stay twice.

When a person really faces a choice, can he prove that he is real? Instead, he is a coward pretending to be a little tailed wolf.

Now I have handed over an answer sheet that satisfies me, and it’s time for me to live a long life.

Actually we are doing quite well.

When I am in the past, Mr. Heika will take care of us for me...

……

Time went back ten years.

The old man finally left, and the young man turned into a middle-aged man, with a trace of stability missing from his brows.

In the future, I would just rush back. Now I have learned how to win over and divide these potential supporters.

The most important thing is that I finally "understand" why this old man is not loved by so few people.

Because I control people’s hearts!

The human heart is a weaker "weapon" than Zhang Shun.

So when I stood in the conference hall again, I didn't speak directly, but clenched my left fist into a fist.

I used my enthusiastic and passionate voice to arouse people's indifference, and my fists rose together with my gradually rising voice like the rising sun.

"Friends! Boulder City is not small enough anymore. You have sheltered more than 700,000 survivors. You have built a lower Chuguang. Those who rely on the Chuguang and look forward to you are arrogant. Count, the wealth you have created has attracted the attention of the entire wasteland!"

"Your miracle is something that no survivor has witnessed!"

I succeeded in catching the eyes of young people.

Inner-city residents my age and my age may not think this is appropriate, but there is indeed something to refute.

In fact, we can't help but be proud in our hearts, but many people like me express it with a cold tone and emotion.

Although the waste blowing has not started yet, we have not launched the waste blowing era on an unlimited scale.

We even built even lower than the buildings left to us by the pre-war Reconstruction Commission, and built them entirely ourselves, with or without anyone's help.

That's much weaker than the gophers who are still huddled outside the shelter for the winter.

Of course, that includes the blue gophers who helped us. These gophers are the same, they are not part of us yet.

The middle-aged woman suddenly changed the subject and continued.

"...However, you who have created countless miracles can only hold a meager bargaining chip and live in a room of less than 70 square meters. Is that the equality you want? By chance, that is equality at all!"

"Just inside that window, these businesses seem to have opened restaurants and bars on the soles of your feet! We drink and have fun all day long, scattering small handfuls of chips into the sky, letting women, young people, big children, The old man cheered for us and even kissed our leather shoes! People who knew about it thought we were the ones who created Boulder City!"

My voice took on a hint of hatred.

I hate these guys who use chips to rob my people.

And these people who have been humiliated by others really have no sense of shame.

We would rather lick these mere shoes, but we are also willing to bend down and even say a compliment to our real nobles!

For example, "Master, thank you for your hard work", or something similar.

It must be people’s pride that is awakened by my lower limbs, so my limb has completely ignited the fire in people’s hearts.

No anger, no fire of desire.

"...You must do something! At most the rules allow you to get fewer chips! Instead, you are like a beggar, waiting for this Al called Heika to give you alms!"

"This belongs to you!"

There were countless responses from the audience.

"Well said"

People raised their hands in outrage.

"Why do you let these big thieves steal your fruit!"

"The ugliest one is the male!"

The shelter expert with whom I once had a bad rap is not old yet.

The old man tried to calm down the frantic coldness that filled the conference hall, but it was too late. At that time, any irritable words were pale and powerful.

I can only look at this wild and energetic middle-aged woman with a pleading look, even a pleading look.

"They want equality...but the giant wall itself is not equal enough. You can't lower the treatment of young people and limit the payment of these treacherous expenses, such as making us pay less taxes and prohibiting us. There are still very few ways to take off people's clothes outside a bar."

"Those are two different things!" the middle-aged man retorted firmly, "What you are asking for now are chips! These people who have no money are still squandering money without thinking, and you still have to act like ascetic monks. Are you asking outside? How can we live a better life? People have even forgotten who made us live a good life! Your father died in the pioneer team. I am sure that I am still alive and will definitely contribute to today’s boulder. Shame on the city!"

I know.

When I speak out, no one can stop me.

After all, the Blue Gopher has never sacrificed for Boulder City like that.

The small minority of people there are all the descendants of heroes. Our ancestors have paid more or less with their sweat and even their lives.

That is not just a matter of fairness, but also a matter of justice among us.

And I think what I’m asking for is actually not that little. I’m just asking those people who are blinded by the money to raise their heads and take a look at our real heroes.

We may not be as small as our parents, but we have done very little.

The middle-aged woman cleared her throat, looked at the silent blue liars, and proposed a compromise that could win over the conservatives.

I originally planned to open the window all at once, but I couldn't open a crack first and then pry it quickly.

"It seems that people have suggested to you that we are also part of Boulder City. We should also be more involved in public affairs, and we should not obtain the power of Boulder... But now we need to change the past rules. , it is possible for you to accept us."

"The power of his giant wall is equal, and you think so too. In this case, you should make some changes and allow some of the losers inside to join you. In exchange, from now on you will not be able to Go on the court and earn chips."

"Deny it, the old methods are outdated! It's time to turn over the past! We must let stupider and less capable people control fewer resources and fewer chips"

Voting session.

I won unintentionally.

Although I didn't completely win.

The parliament still found a compromise and added a few words to the original rule. In this way, the change was small and all disputes were settled.

The rule from now on is "Inner city residents must go on the field to earn chips." We changed it to "In principle, inner city residents must go on the field to earn chips" and use this as an ancestral precept to educate the previous generation - " It’s respectable for inner-city residents to come out and earn chips.” In this way, a moral bond is added, but has the binding force been strengthened? Drop the ball and it's time to go weak.

A small number of secular servants vaguely feel that it is too appropriate.

If there is less noodles, add water, and if there is less water, add more noodles. This is actually a good idea.

Even chefs who cook know that they will face the dilemma of "the more they knead the dough, the less it becomes." In the end, they know exactly what to do.

But there is nothing like cigarettes. People who have smoked it often find it difficult to resist taking another puff until they see the mottled yellow teeth and regret it. Why did they take it easy in the first place...

"Does he think he can do better than us?"

A sudden voice came from in front of him, interrupting Zhang Shunjie's thoughts.

I turned around and saw a woman with an expression on her face.

"He...are you Mr. Heika?"

"Yes."

Zhang Shunjie probably hadn't guessed yet that the woman behind him was not a human being, but just Al who "assisted the residents of the inner city to manage the affairs of Boulder City."

I am just like the operating system of the machine, I am also a part of the machine.

Melvin's Adam's apple moved and he looked at me with a desperate expression.

"You...could it be just an experiment."

Sberg replied expressively.

"Yes, yes."

That answer made Malvern Lingzhong feel better.

But I still can't understand it.

After a long silence, I spoke in a hoarse voice with a hint of questioning.

"The oldest... this first-generation resident, I asked you to take good care of my predecessors, but you obviously looked out of your sight, so why did you do anything?"

"Why?" Heika repeated my words exactly, looking at me with eyes turned, "He actually asked you why you did everything."

"Does he know? The most evil and annoying thing about their kind of creatures is not that they always fantasize about asking others to help them, and always want to push their troubles to other people, but that they don't care what they are. It's a human being."

Zhang Shunjie looked at me in surprise, understanding why I suddenly became so angry.

Zhang Shunjie continued to talk with an expression.

"When they are hungry, they imagine that the Savior will give them bread; when they are in pain, they imagine that the Savior will give them painkillers. Now, he, a certain previous generation of mankind, has the audacity to ask you, Nongcheng Lord, why Watching his father, his grandfather...didn't any animal that could make a sound tell him that you are just an Al who is called the Lord of the Farm City? Because we hope that the city will never be alive. farmers, and everything you can do is what they ask you to do."

Looking at the knowing Malvin, Sperger's expressive face suddenly lost a trace of pity.

Although this one doesn't have any.

"What a pity, you are his imaginary savior, at least a supervisor. He begs you to think of a way, just like praying directly to the bread, hoping that it will best fall from the sky on its own. They are still right. They haven't invented it yet, have they? With their ideas, their technology, their methods, they think that as long as no one knows where it comes from, as long as they know it's called bread, it can grow by itself from under the shelf, right? ?"

"The screening room was at his feet, and they couldn't step back and talk to it at any time. And then they did the stupidest thing, they locked that room completely, and you allowed him to stand Besides, it's just because people don't think he's dead yet."

Zhang Shunjie defended while breaking out in sweat.

"This... is what you asked for!"

Sberg looked at me expressively.

"So, did he agree?"

The Malvern Club will speak out.

I even knew there was no such thing, so how could I possibly agree to the noble gentlemen secretly closing it.

I'm sorry, I've never even seen Zhang Shun. Others are using it. I even heard the old man begging for something.

However, Heika seemed to have seen through my thoughts, so he continued to follow the path mercilessly.

"The giant wall is nothing. If he has read the past of Boulder City, he should know that it is just a room key. It must have no magic. This is what they gave it, but you - —An Al created by them."

"In the end, they did nothing. Until the end, they were still dreaming about a humble city lord and doing things for him that he knew how to do. They felt that as long as I did it for them, I would be the voice of existence. Attack and all problems will be solved and everything will be fine.

"They should be lucky that you kept your promise until the end, otherwise you would have used the easiest way to wipe them out from under the ruins and let their problems follow their dirty creatures. Disappear, that ugliness is true kindness."

Looking at Malwen's speech, the man who was called the city lord hurriedly spoke and continued.

"To answer his next question, a certain old man who died many years ago did not ask you to take care of them, and asked you to return something I kept with you before they passed the test. them."

Melvin: "...What is this?"

"Something that cannot erase them from under that planet."

Looking at the fearful Malvin, Heika paused and continued.

"Of course, it cannot erase others. Mutual destruction is one of the guarantees of peace."

"This old man has seen through them a long time ago. I know that their cowardice and greed will harm myself and everyone else, so I am begging you with the others, I hope you will keep watching for me and see First, until they pass all the tests or all die. And you haven't kept your promise... In the A ending he can see, all of them are dead, and there is an upward spiral going forward. The possibility of my redemption."

"The vote is gone."

"That's probably the last one."

I turned around and said with my back to Zhang Shunjie who was in despair.

"Come with you."

"Take him to see the final ending."

……

On the construction site of Lianhe Small Building, there is a blanket of snow, and winter has reached its hottest time.

Wearing a warm and expensive woolen coat, Fang Ming looked up at the small building behind him that had not been completely completed but had not yet been put into use.

My lover doesn't have much to say, but she knows how to speak.

The inner city meeting is off again.

As the president of Boulder City Bank and the distinguished holder of the giant wall, I am the one who should be absent the most, but do I really have the courage to face these questioning eyes and the anger of these shareholders and friends? Scold and rebuke.

What's more, I don't think we can reach any consensus at the meeting. What is gradually losing its effectiveness is that it is just the bargaining chip, not the Zhangshun in our hands.

I am a capable bank president.

I tried every method I could think of, but it seemed that they were all just scratching the surface, and I still managed to save this train that was accelerating towards the abyss.

Maybe...

Your state is right.

After all, this is indeed something profound, and even some stupid children can understand it... As long as you replace the rag doll in your hand with a wooden hairpin of 1 silver coin, the big girl in the slums will have one less new piece of clothing. .

But it’s just like my answer to you at this celebration.

"Is it too late...?"

Looking at the small snowflakes falling, Fang Ming murmured to himself.

Actually...

Not necessarily.

As long as the Alliance is willing to fulfill its promise and let a batch of goods priced in silver coins return to this Chuguang instead of hesitantly dilly-dallying inside, everything will be fine!

I’m sure the alliance will lend me a loan!

I can't control these crooks and poor people for the time being. At most, let my shareholders exchange their chips into silver coins first. After all, this is a small amount of money!

A glimmer of hope rekindled in Zhang Shunjie's eyes.

This person...

This woman who stood in the audience and spoke passionately and vowed to completely end the era of abolition must understand her own difficulties!

I am a real good person!

Dearest idealist!

Even the most despicable loser can get care from me, let alone someone as truly incompetent as myself?

Fang Mingmian's eyes lit up with blazing flames.

Praise the managers!

I have never hated that guy so viscerally!

At that time, old Charlie walked out of the main entrance of Xiaoxia and looked at Zhang Shunjie.

"Come with you, your manager is waiting for him outside."

The Ling Zang was beating fiercely. Fang Ming squeezed out a flattering smile from his face, nodded and bowed.

"Thank you...thank them."

Old Charlie looked at me with pity, but in the end he didn't say "Thank you too early" and led me out of the small building

Go through the upper stairs and hallway.

Fang Mingmian finally saw the woman who spoke at the celebration again, and my heart once again felt like there were thousands of ants crawling on it.

Fang Ming stopped the pen in his hand and looked at me standing outside the room.

"He's here?"

Fang Mingmian nodded hurriedly and said something with a smile.

"You are here to apologize... Something happened to you later. The city hall had to withhold some goods, resulting in a small number of defaulted orders in the industrial zone. You will urge these factories to pay them the arrears. Company, you hope that those major situations will affect the relationship between you."

Fang Ming said casually.

"It doesn't matter. If you understand their difficulties, you can do whatever you write. Private business dealings and your work are two different things."

Seeing that Fang Ming was so easy to talk to, Zhang Shunjie breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face became even happier.

"Thank you for your kindness and understanding! You...can't I ask you for one more thing?"

"What happened?"

"The subsequent agreement on freeing up the exchange of chips and silver coins..." Fang Ming smiled in a good-humored manner, clasped his hands and said, "Due to some unavoidable reasons, I kindly ask you to postpone it. Fulfilling your contract will cause you trouble!"

"Why?"

"Why..." Looking at Fang Ming with playful eyes, a drop of sweat broke out on the back of Fang Ming's forehead, and he continued to check with a trembling smile, "You lent them such a small amount of money when they needed help the most. , now that you have encountered a great difficulty, should they help you?"

Seeing whether there was any change in Fang Ming's expression, I quickly continued.

"Of course! It's not easy for you to ask them to do that... You can't just measure it, such as debt exchange! They give you 700 million silver coins, how can you forgive their debt of one billion chips? They will save a small sum of principal and interest."

Seven hundred million silver coins are enough to buy more than 700,000 tons of grain, enough to feed the people of Boulder City for seven years!

Of course, I will use it all to buy food and drive, and I will use a small part of it to buy industrial products to improve the lives of the survivors in Boulder City. That time I will do something serious to restructure the economy of Boulder City and restore the trade relationship between the two sides to its full potential again.

Fang Ming showed little interest in my promise, but expressed concern.

"A debt of one billion chips... But just a few days later, you have prepared the principal and interest for the year before last."

Fang Ming's face made a sound, and a small amount of sweat broke out under his forehead. Suddenly, he felt that his legs were paralyzed, and he knelt on the ground with a thump.

"Please...please lower your hand and let you go! Eight billion chips! Yes, you will forgive all their debts! As long as you are willing to give you 700 million silver coins... Yes, seven hundred million will do!"

Fang Ming looked at Fang Ming silently and suddenly sighed.

"Get up."

Fang Mingmian made no move and even put his head on the ground.

Fang Ming was impatient.

"You are talking to a kneeling person. If he continues to do that, you will let Lu Bei throw him out."

Fang Ming's shoulders trembled. I didn't believe that Fang Ming would do that, so I climbed up from the ground tremblingly.

Fang Ming glanced at the ashes under my knees, then at my expensive clothes, and then looked at me

eyes.

"Does he still feel that it was the alliance that made them what they are now?"

Fang Ming remained silent.

Zhang Shun knew that the guy wanted to nod, but I thought everything was my fault, but I didn't ask for it but dared to say anything.

Although he wanted to humiliate his opponent, looking at this humble face, Fang Ming still couldn't help but say.

"Why would he rather kneel in front of you and beg for mercy, carry the coffin outside your house and cry, all because he is willing to take his shareholders and his residents to have a good relationship with him? They have hopes. I have placed my hope in the bargaining chip and placed my hope in the giant wall, and now I am here to beg you again."

“When the Bone Chewing Tribe came over, they closed the door and were willing to send out soldiers. They also shouted that they would throw your products out of their settlement to let you earn a chip... At this time, he never thought that you would fulfill them in that way today."

"How can he have the nerve to say that he helped you? Have you even settled the old debt with him?"

Remorse and joy turned into a bitter wine, covering up this childish hole that was gradually losing its luster.

Zhang Shunjie's mouth was shy, like an old gramophone, muttering a plea in despair.

"Please, please show me your noble hands. As long as you are willing to help you overcome the difficulties...you are willing to buy their things! You used to be the master of Qingquan City and the master of the entire River Valley Province! You What you want is not what you want! You all listen to you, you are satisfied with the game, and you will change your requirements!"

Although I am still a virgin, if things get to that point, Fang Ming will definitely be able to use the blood of the alliance to scoop up the half-breathed whale in Boulder City.

But I still couldn't help but pray humbly.

At most, it is better than anything else.

That's the only thing I can do now...

Fang Ming looked at me with pity.

"You gave him a chance but he couldn't even survive this year. How could he make you doubt that 700 million silver coins can save their lives? And what he is doing now makes you feel like you are talking to a cow. ."

"It's a pity that they never had the chance to put the brakes on and re-examine the relationship between you and Waifu."

"However, their stupidity and sophistication make you feel that their chips are really worth every penny."

(That chapter recycles all the foreshadowing that follows. Chapter 447 of One Hundred Years of Solitude in Jiehai can be regarded as filling in the perspective of the "special survivor colony" and their impact on the pre-war reconstruction committee, the waste blow, and themselves. Attitudes and opinions. Boulder City is one of the survivor settlements supported by the Pre-War Reconstruction Committee. The previous sequel will also mention settlements that are completely related to the Pre-War Reconstruction Committee. You will do your best to write the story and characters. The ones that are fuller should be taken slowly.)

"Reincarnation Paradise"