This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 819: The big shot’s chess pieces

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With the mood of not crying without seeing the coffin, Arman took the bus from Settlement No. 1 to the ruins of Haibei City and completed the last 100 kilometers of the journey.

There was no surprise. Seeing the piece of paper in his hand, the centurion rolled his eyes.

"Go to whoever wrote this piece of paper for you, or go to General Liam to get it."

I want to buy a ton of arms for 10,000 dinars. According to this calculation, a tank only costs more than 500,000 dinars!

The price given by the alliance when converted into dinars is more than three times this number!

This guy wants to break the bones of the selling price with just a piece of paper. What a fool!

Arman asked without giving up.

"Then...where is he?"

Anthony said impatiently.

"On the Loyalty airship, if you're not in Shifeng Mountain, you're going back to the west to celebrate the New Year."

Actually, this question is purely redundant. How can a general who has won a battle not return to the Triumph City to show off?

The legion gained a lot from this battle.

Although they could not obtain the information related to the "Gestalt Life Form" technology that they were most concerned about in the hands of the Torch, the genetic samples collected alone were enough to keep the technical officers of various research institutes busy for a while.

No surprise, General Liam is expected to be promoted to three-star captain of ten thousand men this time.

The last hope was shattered.

The corners of Arman's mouth twitched, and finally he put away the pile of waste paper in his hand.

He swore.

He wants to put this thing in a photo frame, hang it in the most conspicuous place in the study, and add the training instructions he wrote personally to pass it down from generation to generation——

Only pigs believe in the promises of Weilante people!

If he had not listened to Governor Huye's call at this time, but had done the opposite and asked the fleet to follow the original route and send tea and sugar to Triumph City, he might also be able to take advantage of the large number of people arriving from Borneo. Delayed delivery of goods in the province can earn a premium!

And because it was a familiar route, there was no need for him to go out to sea with the ship himself. In this way, he can stay with his family and spend the most important festival of the year in peace, instead of looking at the faces of these big shots and being kicked back and forth between a group of big shots. .

He was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly noticed that the exoskeleton he had seen at the dock before was also here.

More than that——

It seems that the people wearing those exoskeletons are not Valantian soldiers, but their captive slaves.

Arman stopped and asked curiously.

"...It's strange, you have so many exoskeletons here that they can be used by slaves."

It’s so unnecessary, you might as well sell it to him.

Anthony's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed, he coughed and said.

"...That's not considered a slave, it's a job."

Hired?

Arman was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously.

"...how much?"

Anthony explained.

"It's not expensive, 8 silver coins an hour."

The moment he heard this number, Arman’s eyes almost bulged out.

"What?! You actually paid him 8 silver coins for 1 hour! Are you crazy?!"

Even according to the highest exchange ratio between dinars and silver coins, if three dinars are exchanged for one silver coin, that is still 24 dinars!

According to this conversion method, wouldn’t the people here earn more from one day’s work than the workers in Saifan Port for one month’s work? !

"Are you short of people here?" Arman's eyes sparkled and he continued to ask non-stop.

Looking at this guy with fiery eyes, Anthony felt his **** tighten.

"Que, that's so short... Hey, calm down first. I know what you are thinking, but according to the agreement of the Sticky Community, we cannot use the alliance's transportation system to transport slaves here. So there’s nothing we can do if we don’t have it——”

"We have a boat!" Arman's whole body was shaking with excitement. "How much do you want? I'll pull it over for you!"

Anthony rolled his eyes.

"Do you think I can't think of shipping? It's useless. This large area to the north is considered our 'enclave'. Unless you transport slaves over by plane, you can pass through the alliance territory Detain it for you. And the trouble is not just that, they do not recognize the legality of personal freedom of sale contracts. Once slaves escape to their territory, they become wastelanders. Do you understand what I mean?"

Arman was stunned for a long time, and then said with a wry smile after a while.

"You...just listen to them?"

"What do you mean by listening to them?"

Dissatisfied with what this guy said, Anthony glanced at him sideways.

"This is called a game. Both parties take a step back on mutually acceptable terms and resolve the conflict through dialogue. After all, it would not be beneficial to anyone if a fight broke out. But if you think we are afraid of them, you are really thinking too much. ...Okay, if there's nothing else, you can get out."

Arman: "..."

……

The Weiland people are quite polite to their own people, at least they won’t just wait on them with their rifles just because of one or two unpleasant words.

However, it is also true that the status of businessmen is not high.

The civil servant group itself is not very popular, let alone the businessmen supported by the civil servants.

Although Arman still wanted to try to win over him, the centurion in charge of that area didn't want to waste time with him and just blew him away.

Alman had no choice but to get in the car and return to the Death Coast.

The setting sun stretched to the west, stretching the shadow of the gate of Settlement No. 1.

The originally empty pier was filled with boats, and it was busy as far as the eye could see.

But looking at the empty deck, we know that most of the people who arrived today were busy in vain.

Drawing his tired body back to the port, Arman happened to see his crew members having fun at the door of the bar next to the port. They drank so much that they were leaning against the wall in broad daylight.

Although most of the houses here are containers, many wastelanders like to do small businesses, such as selling their own cocktails or rolled cigarette sticks. As long as it is not a prohibited product, the alliance guards will not care too much.

Arman suddenly felt a little envious of these drunken guys.

In the past, he felt that these rotten people had no future. They would spend a few days on alcohol or women if they could not save their wages. They would never get a wife, let alone financial freedom... But now he thinks about it. Thinking, at least they don't have to worry about whether they might lose everything on their next sale.

Unlike me, they can get money as long as they go to sea, and they can take the money to have fun when they land. It's not like me, who was frowning all day long, but in the end everything was emptied out of my pocket. What's the difference between them now?

Thinking of the bills he would have to face when he returned, Arman felt his scalp numb and didn't dare to think about it at all. He could only mumble something to the followers and bodyguards beside him.

"Damn it... go have a drink!"

A few people looked at each other, knowing that the boss was in a bad mood, but they didn't know how to comfort him, so they could only follow him to the busiest bar nearby.

Different from other wasteland-style small bars, this is one of the few houses built with bricks and cement. Standing in front of the bar is a one-eyed robot, and the clock above the bar is actually an image of a holographic projector. It's obvious that the owner of this store is a classy guy.

In addition to the workers working in the port, there are also some guys who have just gotten off the ship drinking here.

Seeing the frustrated faces of these guys, Arman felt a little relieved, at least he was not the only one.

The entire port was full of people from Willant who had lost money, sitting at tables and pouring beer one after another into their stomachs.

"Damn it!"

"That **** Huye! And that Benoit, none of these civil servants are reliable!"

"Not loyal at all!"

"I hope the mutants greet his family!"

Their praises were so disgusting when they went to sea, and now they are so vicious in their curses.

There are only a few businessmen like Yaman who have their own team, and most people rent their boats.

In particular, many people were counting on this transaction to make a comeback. To this end, they mortgaged everything they could and borrowed a large amount of money from the bank in Xifan Port to turn the port into a new one. All the boats were rented.

However, now they have missed the opportunity. All the unused equipment on the entire front line has been monopolized by that thing called "Goblin Technology".

For these people, that's a real life-threatening situation.

Sitting in front of the bar, Arman ordered a glass of beer. He thought the bodyguards and followers following him were an eyesore, so he sent them aside.

Looking at the large wine glass with a capacity of one liter on the table, he was about to raise his head and take a sip when a voice talking to him suddenly came from the side.

"Hey."

Arman glanced sideways, and when he saw an unfamiliar face, he frowned and asked.

"Who are you?"

It was a young man who looked young, wearing a gray rhino leather jacket.

I saw him grinning, sat down on the stool next to him, and spoke talkatively.

"Zhang Ze, come here a little earlier than you and do some things at the port."

Before the guy asked what he did specifically, Zhang Ze continued talking without stopping.

"Weilante people are rare here. Most of your compatriots are over there in Haibei City. Are you here to take them home?"

Arman said impatiently.

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

Zhang Ze smiled and said.

"It doesn't matter, I'm just curious. After all, it's rare for a ship to come here empty. This port is like a hungry death claw, even containers can be digested... Is there any treasure in this?"

Hearing this, Arman's brows suddenly twitched hard, he slapped the bar with his right hand and stood up.

"Are you really here to cause trouble?"

At the same time as he clapped his hands on the bar, the waiters and bodyguards at the next table also stood up.

Seeing this guy getting angry, Zhang Ze quickly stood up and raised his hands to indicate that he had no ill intentions.

"Calm down brother... I know you may have lost a lot, but you have lost money anyway. Why don't you just listen to what I have to say?"

Although he was furious, when he saw everyone in the bar looking at him, Arman suppressed his anger and winked at his bodyguards. Then he calmed down his heaving chest and sat back. on the stool.

"Then let me see what kind of ivory can come out of your mouth."

Zhang Ze smiled, shamelessly sat back next to him, lowered his voice and continued.

"...I can't spit out the ivory, but I have a way to make you make back the money you lost."

"Oh?" Arman curled his lips, looked at him and laughed, "Do you want to tell me that you can make a fortune by towing those broken containers to Saifan Port?"

Not paying attention to the distrustful look, Zhang Ze shook his head and said in a relaxed tone.

"Of course not...how much money can you make."

Arman sneered again, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"I don't think there are more profitable specialty products here."

Zhang Ze said patiently.

"Indeed not, this place is still in the development stage, but precisely because of this, the demand for certain things here is not small, such as...population."

Arman's brows frowned slightly.

"Population? But I heard that the Alliance prohibits the slave trade."

"You are right, but it is not accurate," Zhang Ze nodded and continued with a smile, "The alliance does not recognize only the slave contract, but it does not prohibit another more euphemistic restraint. The way of personal freedom."

Arman snorted noncommittally.

"For example?"

“For example, debts, especially debt relationships within a reasonable range, are recognized by the alliance.”

Hearing this unexpected answer, Arman was stunned for a moment.

"...What does it mean?"

Zhang Ze continued with a smile.

"This means that if you just take out a piece of IOU and say that someone owes you money that you will never repay in your lifetime, then the relevant departments of the alliance will not admit it, and they will probably investigate you. There's nothing wrong with him... What kind of lunatic would lend him money when he knows he will never be able to repay it in his lifetime?"

“But in another situation, if you take out an IOU and also issue a reasonable reason, explain clearly how the debt arose, and make sure that the lender can handle it without affecting your life. , the debt will be paid off within 20 years or 10 years...then the alliance will recognize this debt."

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Arman frowned, "Are you in the loan business? I don't need a loan now, and I don't have any spare money for this business."

"No, no, no, I am not in the loan business, but...I am very interested in another business." Zhang Ze put his hand on his shoulder and said in a coaxing way, "Look, There is a shortage of people here, and there is a very, very shortage. We need to build ports, build railways, build our cities and streets, and there are places for people everywhere... And there is a place just a few thousand kilometers away, and the most indispensable thing is people. , if we buy them over——"

Armen said mockingly.

"Slave trading can't be done here. Should we buy people and release them later?"

"So you need to change your thinking mode. Can't we just find a way to turn their slave contract into a debt contract? Do you really want them to call you master?"

Looking at the stunned Arman, Zhang Ze continued to explain patiently.

"The specific operation is also very simple. We can register a labor agency and a loan company in the alliance, and then register a labor dispatch company in Xifan Port to buy healthy slaves from the nobles, or help those Free men who have redeemed themselves."

"Of course this is not free. We are just giving them a second possibility in life, and they need to pay the money themselves."

“The redemption fee of 1,000 dinars, the settlement fee of 3,000 dinars, the ship ticket and travel expenses of 10,000 silver coins plus 3% interest, a total of nearly 30,000 silver coins will be repaid in 20 years. It sounds scary, isn’t it? ? But evenly divided into only 125 silver coins per month!"

"I think this profit is enough. We can even waive their labor agency fees and financial service fees depending on the situation."

"Of course, if they develop well in the future and want to redeem their families or send money back to support them, we can also provide them with similar services."

"125 silver coins per month is scary enough..." Arman smacked his tongue, took a sip of the fragrant beer, and even his tone of voice became polite unconsciously.

If 10,000 people were transported here, wouldn't it be possible to collect more than 1.2 million silver coins every month? !

And it can last for 20 years!

Although it is not as profitable as arms, it is still quite scary.

Thinking that Arman was worried that the workers could not afford the money, Zhang Ze smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"You big noses have made all the money in Saifan Port. Of course they can't afford so much money. But this is the territory of our respected managers. You can still lend money to us even if you have no hands or feet." Just arm yourself. As long as you're willing to work, it's easy to earn more than a thousand silver coins a month... How about it? Do you want to do it?"

Having already figured out the deal in his mind, Arman didn't hesitate for a long time. He drank half a glass of beer in one gulp and slammed the glass on the table.

Those decadent eyes seemed to be glowing with a second spring, filled with the light of ambition again.

"Fuck! Damn it... I must at least earn back the cost of this transaction."

If this deal can go through, the bank in Saifan Port might be able to loosen the rope around its neck!

Damn it!

When he makes money, he must pay off all the loans!

Looking at Arman who had regained his composure, Zhang Ze finally showed a happy smile on his face.

After working at the dock for a few days, he has saved enough money to register a company. If this can be done, he will be at the top of his life just around the corner!

"Wait a moment, my partner will be here soon..."

"Partner? Do you have other partners?" Arman raised his eyebrows slightly, showing an interested expression.

Zhang Ze glanced at the time on the holographic wall clock, then looked in the direction of the door, and said with a smile.

"Of course, I can't handle such a big deal by myself, and the idea of ​​exporting labor was actually brought over by my partner from the neighboring Beidao... He's already here, right over there."

Armen followed his line of sight and saw four guys in blue coats standing at the door.

Seeing this, a surprised expression appeared on his face.

It’s actually a blue gopher? !

Good guy!

This business is stable!

Although he doesn't like the alliance and has just been cheated by the alliance's goblin technology, it would be a different situation if he were a teammate.

No one thinks their allies are too reliable.

The four people looked around the bar and soon saw Zhang Ze waving to them, so they walked straight over.

A graceful smile immediately appeared on Arman's face. He looked at the four friends walking towards him and extended his right hand.

"My dear, Arman, merchants from Sisail Port, who are they?"

The man walking in front also had an enthusiastic expression and took his right hand.

"My name is Far-sighted Eagle, and the one next to me is the fighting wolf... We are all residents of Vault 404. Our names are a bit strange, so please don't mind."

"Hello."

The fighting wolf nodded, his taciturn look making him look like a hidden master.

But in fact, the reason why he behaved like this was simply because he didn't learn a few sentences in Renlianyu.

That's what makes the power department unhappy.

In the early stage, the intelligence attribute is too low, with only three pitiful points, and it plays like a mentally retarded player.

What a strange name...

But when he thought that the other party came out of the shelter, Arman was not surprised.

"What about these two people?"

His eyes fell on the two friends behind Brother Eagle and Brother Wolf.

They seemed to be residents of the shelter as well, so he asked their names out of politeness.

However, for some reason, the four people in front of them all showed subtle expressions on their faces.

The far-sighted eagle coughed dryly.

"Don't ask about these two people...just pretend they don't exist."

"Gan! What do you mean non-existence!" [The Shit Stirring Stick] glared at him, then faced the Wilante man in front of him with a smile on his face, stumbling but trying hard to say, "My name is Gun, brothers all call me Gun brother, and that guy is called Guan, you can call him Guan brother or Guan brother."

Catheter dog: "???"

Arman's brows jumped involuntarily. He always felt that these guys in front of him were unreliable, but he decided to observe first before drawing any conclusions.

So he looked at Zhang Ze and said.

"When shall we leave?"

Zhang Ze glanced at Brother Eagle, then at Arman, and said with a smile.

"I can do it. Anyway, I'm right here at the port. You can discuss the departure time."

Arman looked at the four residents of the shelter, and the leader [Farsighted Eagle] said immediately.

"The sooner the better, I don't want to stay here for a moment... Maybe I can make it back in time for my birthday next month."

Arman suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, I have to buy a souvenir for my daughter... Is there a store near here?"

The four players were stunned when they heard this and looked at each other.

"The souvenirs are okay... What kind of souvenirs are here."

"How about buying a rag doll?" Brother Dog suggested.

"That's too featureless," Brother Gun shook his head, "I might as well put a bottle of sand back in."

The fighting wolf clicked on vm, checked the translation, and suddenly stammered.

"How are the mutant specimens? The mutants here are quite special, the ones with long fins."

The other three were shocked when they heard this.

"Good guy."

"Holy shit."

"You are too curious!"

"That won't work..." After barely understanding their exchange, Arman said with an embarrassed look, "I have sent specimens made of mutant heads before, but my little Ruby didn't like...I My wife also said that she saw something scary at night."

The far-sighted eagle: "...?"

Catheter dog: "..."

The shit-stirring stick: "Awesome..."

Listening to what these people said, Zhang Ze couldn't help but cover his forehead and pat his head, suddenly having an idea.

"How about taking some photos? Your children must have never been to the wasteland. The scenery here must be quite special."

Arman's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his hands hugged his shoulders excitedly.

"My friend, you are so smart! Why didn't I think of that!"

The far-sighted eagle tapped him on the shoulder.

"Then hurry up and take a photo. The sun is going to set soon. There are not as many street lights as North Island and Potato Chip Port. It's dark and you can't see anything."

The group of people left the bar noisily and took many photos before the sun completely set, recording the scene of Settlement No. 1 at dusk.

Standing on the deck of the cargo ship that was about to set sail, Arman was playing with the Polaroid camera he bought from the port grocery store. He suddenly laughed innocently and touched the back of his head.

"Why haven't I thought of this idea before...taking pictures, what a great idea."

A camera is not a rare thing, and he has been to many more interesting settlements than this one.

If they were all taken, those photos would have covered an entire wall.

What a pity!

As he spoke, he took another photo of the sunset sinking into the sea.

"It's okay. It's not too late to start recording from now on. There is still a long way to go in life..." The far-sighted Ying patted him on the shoulder angrily, speaking earnestly and pretending to be cool, practicing his unskilled couplets. .

"That's right..."

Arman grinned and put the camera away.

He suddenly felt that these shelter residents were not so annoying. Putting aside their stance, it was actually quite interesting to be friends with them.

This group of people's minds work very fast, and they can always come up with some fantastic ideas... including the legendary space elevator under construction.

He couldn't imagine these people calling him master, and it seemed quite disappointing if that happened.

The crew members who had not yet finished drinking went up to the deck through the gangway one by one. After the captain counted the number of people, he walked up to Arman.

"It's ready, we can set off at any time... Is it okay to go back with an empty boat? We've made two trips in vain."

Arman said with high spirits.

"No problem, and this trip is not in vain. After this trip back, we can quickly start a new, more profitable business... Ah, I'm sorry, the dividends from this business may be——"

Looking at the boss who was high-spirited one second and stammered the next, the captain made an indifferent expression, shrugged his shoulders and said.

"It doesn't matter. In fact, when I heard you say there was such a high profit, I knew something was going to happen... If not, there would be nothing. I just hope I don't miss my birthday. My family is still waiting for me to go back. ”

The far-sighted eagle asked curiously.

"What is your birthday?"

"It is the day when the Weilant people were born and the beginning of a great legend."

Arman raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looked at the sea in the distance, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Set sail!"

The air horn sounded.

While those empty cargo ships were still lingering in the port and refused to leave, a group of eight cargo ships had already embarked on a new journey in the direction of the setting sun.

Fiery red light shone in the direction they were heading, and the afterglow of the setting sun filled the entire sparkling ocean.

That burning color.

It's like blood stained red.