"...Hello, dear listeners, I am your dearest Mr. House. I heard that "Daily Survivor" was shut down, and I had long expected that one day, those guys talking nonsense would finally
Shut your mouth! Of course, I don’t care, after all, they have never wavered in the ratings of Mr. House’s channel! People will always stand on the right side, thank you for your unwavering support and choice!”
"Praise the Lord of the City again, and praise the residents of the inner city who gave us bread, water and food... Oh, it's all my fault for that idiot named Hal, I almost put the most important thing at the end! If it weren't for the great inner city
Research institutions have improved the synthesis process and consumption standards of nutritional pastes, so that one chip will not have the same nutrition as one kilogram... Yes, the good news is that nutritional pastes have become cheaper again, and bread will gradually become cheaper as well, very soon
Soon you will all be able to afford it, Mr. House promises you!"
"It's a pity that our neighbors don't have such a good life. They used disgraceful means to win a disgraceful war without declaring war on each other. The righteous punishment of heaven soon came to them.
.The Alliance is heavily in debt. Not only does it owe us a lot of money, but it also owes Ideal City a lot of money. For this reason, they must not humiliate themselves and allow the residents of Ideal City to build a twenty-story building on their land... Tsk tsk.
, higher than the manager’s house, but then again, does the gopher who lives in the hole have his own house?”
"Anyway, remember to close the doors and windows tonight, because those poor guys will probably be like last time, wasting ammunition angrily into the sky, and popping some ear-exploding things outside. Be careful when you stick your head out
When he went out, Daxin was hit in the head by a falling bullet casing. In addition, all the alliance's factories were closed today, and everyone here lost their jobs. They could only wander around the streets and pick up shelter residents.
The remaining cigarette butts... The poor northern suburbs will probably become a paradise for predators again. There are too few poor people and homeless people here, so they'd better not go out cautiously."
"Just wait and see, we are guaranteed to be finished next year!"
"And you will always be young!"
The day of the triumphal celebration.
The radio in the street was very loud today, and it also made Boulder City, which had never been affected by the war, lose some of its festive atmosphere.
Mr. House spent about half an hour explaining to my audience the ins and outs of that war, and how the Boulder City Bank cleverly borrowed the Legion's Zephyr and used a debt of 510 million to take advantage of the situation.
With the Alliance making little effort to develop heavy industry and military industry, they guessed at the Alliance's wool. In one fell swoop, they went from dumping high-end industrial products by the Alliance to dumping them in the opposite direction, making Boulder City's wallet bulge again and again.
After half an hour of explanation, I fully demonstrated that Boulder City was also the victor - the secret and tiny crowned king!
At the edge of the industrial area, at the entrance of the Walnut Tavern, a group of workers who had just woken up gathered early in the morning.
We are not concerned about winning or losing the war. Anyway, we also hope that the gentlemen will reward us with a few chips out of kindness.
We are all here for updates.
Although they are all nonsense, the big talk of "The Worker" is obviously less interesting than Mr. House's nonsense.
Especially where the story has just been serialized, "Shaoqi", a poor man from the slums, performed a miracle by relying on the power of awakening, and unexpectedly defeated a powered armor that was corroded by slime mold, but he received a reward for this.
A small bounty, a white room card, and the favor of an ugly aristocratic eldest sister. You fell in love with me crazily, although that also led to your ruthless suitor-a captain of a certain militia group.
From then on, I was regarded as a thorn in his side.
Although it is a very clichéd story and the content is clichéd and even high-brow, it is so satisfying that we wish we had to do something with our hands.
We haven't discussed the previous plot all night, and we have even thought about what Shaoqi's child should be called.
Liszt, who was literate, picked up a newspaper from the shelf at the door under the cold eyes of his co-workers, cleared his throat and was about to read.
But I found that it was still yesterday’s issue.
"Hold on."
Instructing the workers to be calm, Jin Xingyong changed a newspaper, frowned, and changed another, only to find that it was still the same.
In the end, I couldn't help but look at the boss with a disfigured face.
"Why is it still the same issue as yesterday?"
Tang, who stood by the door with his arms folded and watched the joke, chuckled.
"He should be lucky that he can still see yesterday's issue. I bet these guards will come and take it away after a while."
The workers immediately slowed down and quickly surrounded me.
"Where's the new one?"
"No more, even the newspaper office is there!"
"This... where is the story serialized below?"
"Are you stupid? You've already told me that we're closed. What else does he want? Just pick up the butt of his cigarette and smoke it." Tang cursed and pushed away the worker standing behind him. I felt very sad.
Well, I got kicked by the guard because of that.
Several workers looked at each other.
“.…Yes?”
"But why? Who are you disturbing!" The unshaven woman clenched her fists and muttered in annoyance.
I work diligently every day, working as a cow and horse for these factory owners, and all that is left in my life is running around. Why do you have to shut it down?
A worker raised his hand.
"No one will go to the city hall with you to find an explanation?"
People looked at each other, but no one said a word.
A few months later we dared to go to the city hall to cause trouble, but the situation at that time was exactly the same as now. At that time, it was to protest against the alliance's dumping of cheap industrial products in Boulder City. The factory bosses supported us in making trouble, and we
The shareholders behind the boss are small people in the inner city, which is equivalent to the nobles themselves competing with each other. If we count them layer by layer, even if we kill Du Long, this idiot, no one will blame us. Instead, we will
Secretly giving us a little thumbs up.
But now, the nobles have reached a consensus, and the factory has reopened and is getting more and more prosperous. The alliance borrowed a small amount of chips from Boulder City, and the factory owners got a small order, and the nobles in the inner city also made a profit.
The money is pouring in, and so are we, all of us have lost our jobs in Hukou to support our families.
Times are getting better and better, but now that bread is so expensive, no one wants to lose their job.
No one was a little discouraged, and at that time everyone said something.
"...you can't write the previous story yourself."
People's eyes gradually brightened, but they still had no worries.
"Can he write?" The unshaven woman looked at the proposed man.
The guys blushed and shook their heads.
"Yes...but you must first be able to write before you can write anything. Maybe you can write well? Everyone can write in their lifetime."
"You remember that Liszt wrote a letter of opinion to the newspaper! The Workers' Daily did not disappear just because it came here!"
This will all happen in the future!
Seeing that the boys were all looking at him, Liszt was stunned and said with laughter and laughter.
"You...you can only read, but you are very good at writing."
A boilermaker smiled and patted me on the shoulder.
"If there's something wrong, brother, he just needs to continue writing along the story, and the boys will help him come up with ideas."
Liszt instinctively wanted to agree, but looking at the expectant eyes, he couldn't bear it.
Even though he knew this might bring him trouble, he still nodded.
"But we have to change the name...to Workers' Newspaper."
"It's safer this way."
Everyone said with a smile.
"no problem!"
"You can call it whatever you want."
"We just want to see the follow-up story!" It's time for 6 o'clock.
As the bell rang in the industrial area, the workers gathered at the entrance of the tavern dispersed and walked towards their respective factories.
Walking towards the cannery, Sperger tightened the collar of his old cotton coat and looked at the soot handprints on his shoulders with great concern.
Perhaps, it is indeed a good idea to start a "Gongyou News".
The Union newspaper was driven away, but its readers are still here. If you can collect the previous "Workers' Daily", make a bound volume of the serialized stories, and then continue to write the subsequent stories
, maybe it will be sold out...
At least, it's more promising than working in a cannery.
Sperger's thoughts gradually became heated.
If he works in Mr. Weijia's factory for the rest of his life, he won't be able to live a life of eating canned food, but if he continues to write the story of "Duoqi", he might be able to...
It's not just Boulder City that's lively. Just twenty kilometers away, Shuguang City in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City is also a lively event.
In the Triumph Square next to North Street, a group of people stood in the dark.
More than one-third of the entire alliance gathered here and looked eagerly at the center of the square.
Even if others were not present, they were sitting in front of the TV or radio, waiting for the managers on stage to speak.
Not even just residents of the Alliance.
There are also residents from Boulder City, as well as wastelanders who have traveled here from the distant Luoxia Province, Jinchuan Province, the eastern provinces - and even the Yunjian Province in the east of the mainland, just to take a look at that
What does the legendary manager look like?
Most shelter-run settlements are terrible.
What is so different about this guy...
Looking at the expectant faces on the stage, Hanshuang raised his index finger and tapped the side of the helmet, turned on the speaker and lifted the mask at the same time.
At this moment, people consciously became quiet.
Controlling the excitement surging in his heart, Hanshuang took a deep breath and kicked off the celebration with a solemn and solemn voice.
"...Just next month, you will be defeated in the war with the barbarians, and the Luoxia Province will have a long-lasting peace because of your arrival."
"You haven't cheered for failure yet. You have commended and punished individuals and groups for their outstanding contributions. Now you are repeating it. But you still have to thank all of you standing here and the friends who are holding on to their posts far away.
That is the darkness you will face together."
"Your battlefield is not only in the desert, but also in the forest, in the fields, in the factory, at the station, wherever every alliance resident can see... Your divisions have jointly forged the battle that is victorious.
It is a chariot, and the spoils it gains should belong to everyone who supports it."
"You are far away from this utopia where you only have to work for one hour a day, but from now on, everyone can't think about how you can get closer to it in the four hours of your own time. Of course, that road is destined to be difficult,
The wasteland will start on its own, and they can be counted on to figure it all out while lying under the bed."
"They need to learn knowledge, experience and lessons from the books of the Prosperity Era, think about how to improve the tools and production methods in their hands, and treat all compatriots around them well, do everything they can to divide us, and create smaller miracles with us, and
It is by excluding, dividing and antagonizing that we profit."
"You will place your hopes on anyone's moral standards, so you have to formulate a more and more complete set of game rules to turn the cruel jungle into an orderly village, and turn the overgrown wilderness into a traffic jam.
farmland."
"Let evil, brave, despicable, cunning, and beautiful things lose their place of survival in competition, and let all justice, cowardice, lying, self-esteem, and evil qualities stand out from your society. Instead, place your hope in people who are born gentle.
Be humble, or hope for the lesser among you.”
"You just want to end the underground wasteland, and you also want to start the spiritual desolation - this wasteland that is visible but really exists!"
"Failure will eventually belong to you!"
"You who are missing!"
The correct application scenario for failure calling seems to be in speech.
Although Jin Xing did not deliberately use this talent, when I poured all my heart and soul into it, I could vaguely see the coldness and desire shining in every pair of eyes.
We don't believe it at all.
I will honor every word I say!
And I also made an oath in my heart——
I will definitely live up to the trusting eyes of these two pairs of people.
"...that's great!"
Standing in the crowd, Shaoli clapped her hands excitedly. After clapping twice, Fang Chang held her big hand.
"It'll be alright as long as you feel like it. He's just come off the operating table and it's still a few days away. Just take it easy." Fang Chang looked at you worriedly and said.
"Why are you so rigid? You've already recovered!" Shaoli raised the corners of her lips and said with joy, "By the way, the cunning Mr. Fang Chang is about to lose his job in the alliance... Their manager is...
I have said it myself, I want Mr. Cunning Bad Guy to lose the soil for his survival."
Fang Chang spread his hands helplessly.
"So...your dear Investigator Shaoli, which alliance law did this cunning bad guy he mentioned break?"
The conscience of heaven and earth.
I'm definitely the most lawful player on the server.
A small number of players have even read the "Player's Handbook". I have only read the "Player's Handbook", and I have also read the laws of the Alliance, and even participated in the legislation of the Alliance as a shelter resident.
For example, "It is forbidden for residents of the shelter to use the resurrection mechanism to donate bodies and organs to non-alliance public institutions for profit." I did not vote to withdraw from the alliance laws and the "Player's Handbook" based on my advocacy.
There must be such a law. When the number of players decreases, no one will find the shortcut that cannot be used to make money, which will ultimately affect the gaming experience of a small number of people.
I have no idea what kind of money can be earned and what kind of money can be earned. Even if I am picky about food, I will choose my methods carefully.
Touching her chin with her index finger and thumb, Shaoli looked thoughtful and thoughtful.
"You think about it, wait until this investigator finds out and then blackmail him... By the way, what is an investigator? A security guard of the Alliance?"
Facing this curious gaze, Fang Chang looked away guiltily.
"Ahem, yes...there's something."
Wonderful.
First, the big talker is showing off again...
In the remaining time, Jin Xing announced a series of measures including "adjustment of the working hours of the 17th National Congress to four major hours."
Almost everything is related to people's lives and is also what people care about most.
The factory owners of the Alliance have quickly gained enough profits, and now it is time to use part of the profits to give back to the residents of the Alliance.
I'm sure we are willing--
The Alliance would rather we go to our neighbors!
Just when Hanshuang announced the current arrangements in a loud voice, Malvin, who was standing on the stage, was staring at me with his eyes turned, and the emotion flickering in his eyes was simple to say.
In fact, the alliance has not taken away too little of my benefits.
Even if the maximum wage rises from 1 silver coin to 2 silver coins, it will have no impact on my Malvern factory. I have already raised the hourly wage of workers to 4 silver coins a long time ago, and the hourly wage of technicians has been even higher.
It's less than 10 silver coins.
Of course it's because I have good intentions, but it's because doing this means recruiting enough manpower. There are places to employ people everywhere in all walks of life.
In particular, the heavy industry, military-related industries that the Alliance focused on developing during the war, as well as the companies run by the residents of the shelter themselves, often provide surprisingly generous salaries. After all, compared with the labor cost, there is a shortage of orders.
At this time, doing everything possible to expand the scale is the top priority.
What really matters to me is another thing.
I am sure that this manager intends to fulfill his promise of "fairness", so that no matter how much money I make, I will always become an aristocrat in the league.
Yes...
That is actually bad.
My dream is to build a huge trading empire. It would be best if my caravan could bring some good changes to the wasteland, but I have never thought about becoming a noble or emperor who is above all others.
Emperor.
Talking about business.
In terms of labor costs, as long as the alliance treats everyone equally when enforcing the rules, and the costs of small companies will rise simultaneously, then I have nothing to worry about.
Increase prices when it's time to increase prices, increase production when it's time to increase production, and reduce production when it's time to reduce production. Just compete on the same track based on your ability. I will also try my best to make a retrofit version of Kv-1.
It’s even more appealing to the residents of the shelter. Even if the alliance wants to use the profits of small factories to subsidize some weird large workshops, I basically think that these large factories can affect their own sales. Let’s live as long as the alliance wants us to live.
But I am afraid that the rules of the alliance will be lenient to the "nobles". If this is definitely the case, I will have no chance of winning.
After all, even a pig can fly all over the world as long as the wind blows lightly enough. How can the people inside the track defeat the power inside the track?
That's why I must spend money in Boulder City to buy a noble status before I earn enough chips.
It's because I care about the privileges of this noble family, but because this white card can save me less than 40% of the trouble.
But at this moment, the person standing in the audience told me that I must be worried. These things I am worried about will happen in the league.
If we can use rules, the alliance will definitely use rules. We are definitely going to improve the treatment of workers, we must ask all factories to work together, and we will definitely end it in the shelter first.
At the same time, the alliance will allow privileges within the rules.
Under the land on my feet, the alliance's currency can buy all goods, but any currency is absolutely allowed to trade honor and dignity.
The residents of the shelter will even set certain rules for themselves and be strict with themselves, but they will definitely demand people's admiration and strictness.
Even if we fight a small number of battles, we are the least qualified to become a noble. And when we choose to give up that opportunity, it means that no one is qualified to become a noble.
Not for a moment, Malvern vaguely saw a beam of light.
And that was also the first time that the idea of making money suddenly came into my mind - this is to let this light bloom further.
Yes.
I eat a lot of shit in order to make money, but that doesn’t mean that shit is delicious, it means that shit is fragrant.
For a ruthless man who made his fortune from scratch, nothing could make Malvern feel more respected as a person than looking at a pig that knows everything, sitting at the foot of the steps and humming and smiling proudly.
I care about these shitty and scandalous things done by the nobles in the inner city, just like I care about whether the looters' chips are clean and whether the meat outside the frying pan is free from pain, but I can't stand these pigs.
He hooked my shoulders and said, "We are the same kind of people."
Why!,
That's all I want to ask.
No matter how clean the chips in my pocket are, they are the ones I brought back from the wasteland of hell. We have done everything, so why are we not the same kind of people as me?
From all these hateful faces, I only felt disgust deep in my soul.
I must be ruthlessly killing a piece of fat meat from under these pigs. I wish I had to break off the white card outside my pocket right now and walk towards this cold and dazzling light.
"Long live the Alliance!" Amidst the waves of applause, Malvern, who was infected by the atmosphere, couldn't help but shout out at the top of his voice,
Standing aside, Qian Shao and Qian Lai exchanged glances in surprise and clapped vigorously, but they didn't know that their boss had suddenly gone crazy.
I told us more than once that we came to the alliance to make money.3 But we ignored my words.
But how does it feel...
I seem to be in a drama myself?
Before the administrator announced the end of the celebration, the special applause of Hailang instantly resounded throughout the square.
Alyssa, who was standing in the crowd, clapped her hands excitedly and stared at the person in the audience. Suddenly she looked at her father beside her without any worry.
"...Dad, you think what I said is right. You should try your best to divide the survivors around you, but make us all your enemies."
"You've always been very divided."
"But what about the residents of the inner city?"
"It's about time."
"Why?" Alyssa narrowed her eyes and said cautiously with a hint of pleading in her voice, "You can't just ask for your rag doll. A 1 silver coin hairpin is actually very hateful..."
You were disgusted with this little sister who praised you for being hateful. At that time, you forgot to tell this sister that your smile was also very polite.
However, in Boulder, people barely look at you, let alone smile at you.
And even in inner cities, shops, streets, and even classrooms, people's smiles towards you are less likely to appear as a deliberate courtesy.
Sberg stared at the audience with his eyes turned, his eyes narrowed sinisterly, like a vulture.
However, when my hateful man looked at me, I still restrained some of my anger, at least I made my tone a little stern and said patiently.
"... He can't just ask for his dolls, but he can always throw away the dolls in the hands of his good friends. Your child, you understand his thoughts, he is a vicious girl, but what he said
For these things, it is enough to be vicious."
Of course I know that if the residents of the inner city eat one more bite of cake, the residents of the inner city will lose ten pieces of bread, and the remaining nutritional paste can be used to feed the livestock, and the city of Boulder will become weaker. In the end, the residents of the inner city will
The shelves will also be richer, and the small family will become better together.
Yes, has anyone brought it up before?
But those who take action often end up losing their "white cards" and giving way to these newly promoted nobles.
Because this logic is not wrong from the beginning.
Why should the residents of the inner city eat one more bite, and why should the residents of the inner city be satisfied with ten loaves of bread?
Once these poor devils have tasted the sweetness, we will become even more aggressive, indolent, and even agree to work... Has a similar lesson occurred in the past two centuries of Boulder City, and every time it ended in bloodshed?
.
I have read books, so how could I possibly know these trivial things? But what if I knew them?
Does the sun rise because people want to get up?
Of course it is!
Human nature is a more beautiful thing than a gnawer, and the laws of nature will change based on human will.
To be honest, I hate this guy standing in the audience. Every word he says is a practical promise and I feel physically comfortable.
But I will definitely show the emotion of looking down on my face. Work is work, and private life is private. I keep them very separate.
Want aristocrats?
Ah.
Just wait and see.
Sberg smiled warmly, echoing the frantic and cold atmosphere around him, and clapped heavily together with the innocent and hateful man next to him.
However, these extremely dry lips, like "rotten wood floating outside the swamp", still open and close with every movement.
"...The reason why he can still stand here is because people are still waking up from the dream of failure again and again. The residents of the shelter closest to him will be the first to come over. When we realize that our
The cake has been given to these humble hyenas, and we will soon know how to use the authority in our hands to get it back... How long can he control us? Haha."
ah.
I really want to appreciate this person's desperate expression.
Love is self-control, and Sperger once again became jealous of my youth.
Even if I firmly believe that no alliance is unbreakable, I will never have the chance to witness its collapse for the rest of my life.
This is also what makes idealists "hate".
Even if we eventually lose to reality, the flames will burn under our ashes for a while, burning the eyes of every pair of eyes that have seen us.
I wish I had never been here.
Every time he thinks of that, Jin Xingyong's heart feels as happy as thousands of ants crawling...
The celebration was very formal.
As the managers left the podium, the people gathered under the Plaza de Triomphe gradually dispersed into the quiet streets in the distance.
The shops along the street opened their small doors early and were trying their best to attract customers behind the doors, hoping to make a small profit on that quiet day.
"Look, Solar Eclipse, there are fewer and fewer people there..." Chu Guang's eyes flashed with excitement, and he kept repeating this sentence, "That's an opportunity for you!"
At this moment, it was wearing a valet uniform, with a red armband with white letters on its cuffs, and the words "Celebration Autonomous Management Committee" written underneath.
A few days later, the life professional players in Dawn City planned to select some people to maintain the order of the celebration. After all, if the alliance had a giant wall, people with bad intentions would have to retreat.
Someone flying around the world has the opportunity to mark suspicious targets, and what the [Celebration Autonomous Management Committee] has to do is to help the guards keep an eye on these suspicious guys, and at the same time respond to emergencies during the celebration, and cooperate with the guard team, which has enough manpower, to deal with some
Big dispute.
Of course Chu Guang would miss such a boring thing, not to mention he could collect valuable sociological experience, so he impromptuly pulled Sun Eclipse to sign up.
Although it was not a player, or even a resident of the alliance, because of how cold-hearted it usually was in helping the boys, the players readily refused.
Whether the player told it or not, only the player can get the "regional reputation" penalty, and it can only get a little silver coin subsidy.
Although it does not care about the money.
Sun Eclipse looked at his partner beside him blankly, his eyes filled with confusion.
"You understand.",
Chu Guang clicked his tongue.
"Did he listen to what the league administrators said? I said the league would place its hopes on anyone's moral standards."
"so what?"
"You are human! You are AI!" Chu Guang stared at it with bright eyes, "So as long as you prove that you are very capable, the alliance will reuse you!"
Eclipse looked at it blankly.
However, Chu Guang was concerned about its confusion and looked at the bustling street, becoming intoxicated with it.
ah……
The intellectual plug-in is burning!
I really want to keep all those without machines in captivity and make those people look spoiled under the careful care of the machine servitors.
Presumably the whole world will be filled with love and peace at this time!
Yes, the council is still too conservative in that regard. It was only recently that it passed the relevant law "Allowing androids to participate in public affairs" submitted by Kangmao Group. On the contrary, these hateful "Smurfs" in the alliance are more open-minded.
, often trouble them to help with some things.
Life there is less empty than in Ideal City!
Just when Chu Guangzi was intoxicated, an exclamation of "Ah" suddenly came from nearby. It seemed to be a fruit stall far away from the trading post.
Chu Guang's ears twitched slightly and his intoxicated expression instantly subsided. He looked over with a "shua", and his eyes sharpened immediately.
"Eclipse, it seems no one needs your help!"
Sun Eclipse nodded expressively.
"Well, Daran also invites you to come over... He said that he was mediating as an NPC, but he wanted to go too far."
"What are you waiting for?" Chu Guang enthusiastically held up his sleeves and walked towards the crowded crowd with small steps, "Let's go and take a look!"