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Chapter 535: The ignited powder keg (Thanks to the Silver Alliance of 'Thousand Changes of Reincarnation'!)

 A small bungalow on the edge of Linghu Lake.

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

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

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

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

If his guess is correct, these thousand people cover at least half of the nobles and their relatives in the inner city, and 80% of these people bought in the electronic contract without reading anything. With the encouragement of the nobles, this kind of

The easy-to-participate drumming and flower-passing game will soon spread like a chain reaction to the next level of the drunken Queen of the Night bar, including the dancers on the stage and the mercenaries and merchants wandering off the stage.

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

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

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

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

But to be honest, making money from these people is no fun. After all, as we all know, bullying fools is immoral.

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

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

"I'm a reporter!" Dolly stared at him curiously and blinked, "Also, what exactly is a search officer? I thought he was an alliance guard, but when I asked everyone, they all said no.

heard about it."

As soon as he heard this, Fang Chang's face suddenly turned green, and he almost died from the spit. He coughed twice in a hurry and said, "Ahem! You, please stop asking around!" I will tell you later.

Of...Help! He doesn’t want to die!

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

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



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

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

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

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

Including "Worker's Daily", "Agricultural News", "Fashion Weekly" and so on...

The outflow of industries from Boulder City has injected fresh blood into the alliance, and the "Daily Survivor" is just a microcosm, and it is also the easiest to see intuitively. The greatest wealth left by the Prosperity Era is not a black box, but a human-linked language.

IEven though there are all kinds of strange names in the wasteland, some are called Table, Stool, Wrench and Hammer, and some are called Li Lei and Han Meimei, but everyone speaks the same language with slightly different pronunciation, so cultural exchanges and the spread of ideas are unrealistic.

There are so many obstacles in the world.

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

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

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

If not, who will you cut?

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

As long as the nobles of Boulder City do not earn so much local currency, and they lend chips to the alliance and allocate some silver coins or assets priced in silver coins, it will be very difficult for the alliance to cut them off. The ties of trade will truly bind the two parties together.

, became Chunshajihan's partner. But this was only an afterthought.

The managers saw through the nature of these guys from the beginning, so they never relented on the issue of "opening up the free exchange of silver coins and chips" from beginning to end. The Boulder City Bank may have gradually become aware of the danger, but just being aware of it has actually already

It's too late. In fact, the kind managers gave them a chance.

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

As long as Malvern can suppress inflation within five years, allow the alliance to survive the initial stage of development, and open up the free exchange of chips and silver coins, the bubble accumulated in the giant wall can be naturally squeezed out. The alliance wants to

If they become bigger and stronger, they will definitely not play any tricks of breach of contract. Their personal ethics will not be judged by the Alliance. That is the matter of the residents of Boulder City themselves.

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

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

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

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

Noticing the trading device on the table, Dolly reached out curiously and picked it up. She stared at it for a while without understanding it and whispered, "You have been staring at it since the morning. You didn't hide anything, and returned to normal."

The calm Fang Chang smiled and said softly. Good children should not touch the tools of bad guys. "...Tools of construction" "Yeah."

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

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

Although this way, he would not be able to maximize his profits, and his chips in the inner city bank would also be frozen, but he actually didn't care about those false things. Originally, the plan was just to verify the conjecture in his mind.

.It’s okay for a Pomeranian to smile.

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

"Really... Is this so scary?" Looking at Fang Changyun's gentle smile, Dolly's eyes gradually filled with suspicion and she raised her eyebrows. She always felt that this guy was teasing her again.

Of course it is true, and a conservative estimate... I am afraid that more than a few people died. He reached out and rubbed the emerald green hair, Fang Chang looked into the suspicious eyes, smiled softly and said.

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

………It’s so disgusting!” Dolly jumped to the side with a red face.

Even though she said this, she still couldn't help but feel sweet in her heart. She even decided to change the story, but he still remembered...

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

In fact, I don’t hate those people that much anymore. Don’t deliberately seek revenge on them. I won’t go back anyway... But then again, since you are so vindictive.

"No, it's about holding a grudge. This is called..." Fang Chang was not very good at saying earthy love words. After thinking for a while, he smiled and continued, "I remember everything about you." In reality, he would get a blank stare.

The routine unexpectedly worked in the wasteland.

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

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

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

The editor of the "Economic News" newspaper made up a joke to tease the neighbors. The merchants of the alliance went to a restaurant in Boulder City to dine and found that people were paying with paper. They were shocked and asked where your chips were? The waiter proudly told him that we are now popular.

Pay with an IOU, and then take out a small receipt with a string of zeros.

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

This seems to be a spoof contribution from a player.

And most of them are players who are doing tasks in Boulder City and find players from the Alliance to vote on their behalf. However, it also reflects what is happening in Boulder City from the side. What’s even more interesting is that when they should take a nap most, they don’t.

He stabbed himself, then buried his head in the sand and acted like an ostrich.

Some residents of Boulder City have no doubts about Mr. House's tone and believe that the noble gentlemen must have a way. Not only is there a real research institute in the inner city, but there is also a division's think tank living there. However, when discussing, everyone will

He closed the door and whispered, so as not to be overheard by the hyenas in the wasteland. After laughing, Fang Chang became slightly serious.

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

fiscal.

Nowadays, the scale of the game is getting bigger and bigger. Both the number of players and the number of people's congresses are increasing sharply. If we don't keep it together, a few black sheep will sneak in and attack our own people, making the alliance repeat the mistakes of Boulder City.

He loves this collective more than anyone else. After all, he and everyone else burned the first brick here, and this land is covered with their blood. His heart moved slightly, and the corners of his square mouth curled up.

There was a smile.

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

At least one thing Mr. House did not lie about. This year's winter was indeed not as cold as in previous years. Last year, many people froze to death, but this year, we have not heard of any deaths at home.

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

leather shoes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Later, something happened. Someone secretly removed the threads of the slicer. Others were bad enough and kept silent and pretended not to see it. As a result, their assembly line wasted an entire line of cans, and their boss Weijia was killed.

His nose was so angry that he was crooked.

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

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

Sperger was a little frustrated.

He had imagined that his boss would give them those dried cans, but what he didn't expect was that his boss Shou Ke would pour those things in front of them and not share them with them.

Let people urinate on those precious grains.

That day, Mr. House's broadcast had an additional advertisement - Good Taste Food Processing Factory would rather destroy the defective products than let an inferior can flow to the market. But fortunately, this is the only bad thing that affects your mood. Good things will eventually come.

There are more bad things than bad things. In order to listen to the story of Bol the Awakener, more and more workers gathered at the door of the walnut beer can.

And they come not only from Mr. Weijia’s factory, but also from steel plants, sawmills, and even engineers from weapons assembly stations... It turns out that those really educated and good people also love them.

stories and expressed sympathy for their experiences.

The engineer is not tall, and his left eye is an electronic eye produced by Jushi Military Industry. He is a healthy person, and he occasionally invites everyone to have a drink...even if it is just low-quality watered down beer.
.One day he drank too much and was waiting for the day when Jushi Military Industry dared to use IOU Lake to trick him. He would definitely not suffer in silence. He vowed to stuff more gunpowder into each cartridge case and add some syrup from Nianhu Lake.

That's no joke.

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

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

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

Those profiteers would not consciously take out the things in their pockets and give them to them unless someone pointed a gun at them and forced them to change. Hearing the young man's beeping, Sperger couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

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

Next year, when the wave has passed, let's go there together. I heard that the raiders in the north are about to be killed by those blue coats.' But I heard that they only give silver coins, not chips... What does it matter? I heard that at night

All the dancers in the Queen Bar are collecting cash!”

That's it!" A man with a beard cursed and said, "No matter what you give, it's better than an IOU!" Some people also showed worried expressions. But what about the wave of the next year? Are you coming back to hide?" the old fitter pointed.

He nodded and said nervously. I heard that the wave would sweep across the entire wasteland, leaving no grass growing wherever it passed...

If it weren't for the pressure of life, no one would be willing to leave the giant wall. After all, they would have to give 1 to 2 chips when they come back, depending on the mood of the man at the door. If they were not afraid of the aliens and predators outside, they would have become mercenaries long ago.

They will not stay and work in the factory honestly. Those who stay are all honest people. They have been here for generations.

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

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

A lot of money for bodyguards.

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

"Come on, you must not have read the newspaper," I remember one issue of "Daily Survivor" mentioned that those mouth eaters are all fruiting bodies of mutant slime mold, and that mutant slime mold has something called self-limiting.

Sexual things. Anyway, they can’t expand after they expand to a certain scale. I’m afraid the wave in the suburbs is not as exaggerated as in the city. Otherwise, how did the survivors in the northern suburbs survive? They didn’t come from the cracks in the cement.

It popped out.

Everyone looked at each other in shock when they heard this, and Sberg also showed a surprised expression. This was indeed his knowledge blind spot.

He has been staring at the "Worker" as his own, so much so that he forgot that there is also a "Daily Survivor" and "The Mercenary", which will share some common sense and experience in the wasteland. Obviously, the giant stone

The military engineer was a reader of the main publication of "Daily Survivor" and happened to have read that issue.

The surprised expression turned into excitement. Sberg clenched his fists excitedly, looked at the crowd of workers at the door of the beer hall and said. Great! Since the wasteland is actually not that scary, let's go and take a look when spring comes next year.

!Sure enough, it’s good to have more people!

As long as one person is willing to tell everyone what he knows, the united workers will become more and more knowledgeable, and knowledge is power. However, at this moment, a group of fierce guards came not far away, Sperger

Seeing those people, his expression changed slightly.

The leader is Phyllis, the head of the guard in the industrial area, and beside him is Alec, the security captain, and his "old friend" Kent. What are you doing here? Do you want to rebel? "Phyllis?"

He shouted and used a couch stick to drive away the drunkards gathered at the door of the tavern. Sberg looked at the tavern owner Tang, who shook his head with a pale face. It was not me who called him..."

Before he could finish his words, Kent suddenly rushed out, grabbed Sperger's collar like a hero, and looked excitedly at the security captain Alec. This is the guy! He makes noise here every day! Read him

That disgusting book... what the story of Bohr." Sperger suddenly got angry. He rarely plucked up the courage to glare at him and cursed. "I read mine in front of your house? Did it bother you?

What's going on?"

Unexpectedly, this coward dared to talk back to him. Kent was just about to spit at him, but when he saw the workers around him looking at him silently, he couldn't help but look at him... and hired him! Sue, what's the point of being an awakened person?

Can you win the power armor? "Aren't you talking nonsense and harming people?" However, there was really no ink in his stomach, and he couldn't make sense. He could only read Mr. House's words again, and then looked at him for help.

Alec. He swore.

If the illegitimate son of the city lord who was hiding in the city accidentally took over the Alliance's power armor, then he would definitely not have any objections and would excitedly shoot it at the wall... But the bad thing is that these bullshit, why do they have to do it?

When writing about what these poor people like to read, can't you write in the style you like? Kent was so angry that his teeth hurt.

Alec was not interested in the barking of several wild dogs. Whether it was Kent or Sperger, they were all the same in his eyes. They were nothing more than incompetent wretches.

After a while, he was going to the Queen of the Night Bar to show off to his boss and his boss's wife. His drinking capacity was an impossible pastime at the party. At this moment, he just wanted to get the matter over with quickly, so he looked at Fei who was standing aside.

Leith said softly.

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

Phyllis looked down upon the security captain of a mere factory, but Alec's boss was Vega, and Vega's boss was the famous Sid. That grown-up was a big deal.

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

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

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

Phyllis strode forward, took the newspaper in his hand and unfolded it, looking around with a sinister and arrogant look. It seemed as if what he held in his hand was a sword. The Worker's Newspaper! This thing has been banned by the city hall.

Son!"

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

"Haha, you're from the Alliance...he's guilty!" Phyllis glanced at the pale Sperger jokingly, and his face gradually turned cold. "Take this traitor away!"

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

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

Kent excitedly grabbed the chips.

He nodded and bowed and thanked Alec's back, then looked at the back of Sperger who was being taken away, and cursed happily. "Good job catching the damn traitor!" That voice was particularly conspicuous in the crowd, because there was only one person in the crowd.

His own voice.

Kent couldn't help but panic. He instinctively hid the chips in his hand, looked nervously at the eyes that were staring at him, and took a step back. "Why...are you looking at me? I...I'm doing this for your own good too!"

I don’t want to lose my job because of that despicable guy—" Stop being hypocritical. An angry voice interrupted him.

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

tIf you were given a chance, you could go to the ground and lick Mr. Malvern's shoes, and you would even be willing to taste his family's feces. You actually had the nerve to say it was for our own good, but you clearly wanted us all to die. Hello.

One person took over all the work." Kent's eyes widened. "You, how dare you call Mr. Malvern by his first name."

The young man looked at him coldly.

"Yes, I said it, and now I'll say it again, call your Mr. Malvern to teach us a lesson. It's best to take us all in to accompany Sberg. Anyway, it's so cold, and it's better outside than inside.

Not much, I just happened to go there to listen to him continue telling stories. But it's a pity, I guess that gentleman will not pay attention to you. After all, dogs only lick their own owners, and your tongue is much dirtier than that of a dog. Kent cursed angrily

."You are the one who is dirty! You and your whole family are so bad!"

The bearded man looked at him and shrugged boredly.

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

I wish I could hold that whip." Someone in the crowd shouted.

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

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

Small time:

Kent's eyes widened, almost bulging out. "You're talking nonsense! I, I -" He really hadn't read the newspaper.

It was precisely because of this that he felt a trace of uncontrollable panic. It felt as if he had been excluded from the team, and he was left alone. That damn Sberg... How dare he, actually

Dare to write yourself into his

Kent didn't know that Sperger had never actually written his name, and there was no character like him in his books, but people seemed to know him, as if they were familiar with him... It was as if they were replacing that nasty guy.

His name was written in. The crowd began to move.

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

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

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

"Admit it, you don't actually love Mr. Shu Erwen nor Mr. Weijia, and of course you haven't loved any of us... You only have yourself in your eyes. How can the words "be good for us" fit in your words?

mouth? You want us all to die. You dream of sitting on all of our heads to shit. It’s a pity that it’s so difficult for you. You were born in a mouse hole. 25 chips can’t make you a

As a human being, you have to be a rat in the same nest as us.

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

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

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

The young man stopped, looked back at Kent, looked at the coward who wanted to shrink into a ball, and said mockingly. Of course, he is going to do what Bol should do! "That guy will not leave a coworker in trouble alone!"'

He told us to unite! "Something big happened! Dawn City.

In the Alliance Building, the manager's office, the hurried footsteps interrupted Chu Guang's thoughts, causing him to stop writing. Standing at the door was the person in charge of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs he appointed, a young man named Cheng Yan and the finance minister

Sun Ruicai from the Ministry was selected from the same group of young talents.

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

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

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

"Something happened in Boulder City!" Cheng Yan swallowed and continued hurriedly, "Our embassy sent a message saying that workers in the industrial zone surrounded the guard station and demanded the release of the captured people.

Workers, either arrest them all together. Chu Guang frowned and asked, "What happened next?" Cheng Yan said with a wry smile.

Later, their prisons were full..." There was silence in the office for a while.

Chu Guang felt mixed emotions in his heart, and sighed and said, "Is anyone dead?"

"No...but there were a lot of injuries, and because the guards in Boulder City found our newspaper, a letter from our editor to them, and a hundred chips at the home of the arrested person, the Boulder City authorities suspected that it was

What we did." Cheng Yan glanced at Chu Guang cautiously, "Our editor-in-chief mentioned you in the letter... I want to confirm, is it true?"'" I asked him to mention it.

.""I see, then I understand."

Cheng Yan nodded immediately, with a knowing expression on his face. If the collection was the manager's plan, then it would be fine.

He had no doubt that the manager was right. He only had one thing to worry about, and that was the editor-in-chief of "Daily Survivor" making a fuss. Chu Guang could guess by looking at the expression on his face that this guy definitely wanted to

It’s crooked, so he couldn’t help but laugh and said.

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

"

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

"Cheng Yan shook his head.

No more." No more?

Chu Guang couldn't help but snorted.

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

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

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

, not without reason.

But when he thought of this, Chu Guang was puzzled. It stands to reason that the folk customs in the River Valley Province are tough and fierce, and the most indispensable thing is the wastelanders who show off their fierceness. How come they have reached the level of the landlord? From Old Leech to Old Brown, everyone is more powerful than the other.

My legs are weak. Cheng Yan coughed dryly and said.

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

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

To be honest, everything went smoothly after the celebration, and there were even signs of economic recovery in Boulder City. He was a little relieved, thinking that he should be able to survive the wave of spring next year, but he did not expect that such a thing would happen.

.

He didn't want to guess the conspiracy behind it.

Not everything must have a well-thought-out origin. History itself progresses through countless coincidences. However,

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

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

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

Chu Guang: Good guy.

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

He installed the accelerator for Boulder City, and he also stepped on the accelerator for the first time, but he really didn't expect that this matter would get out of hand at the beginning. His players were all talented players, so they immediately went up and did it, and the alliance's

The NPCs didn't hold back, and followed closely to hit the target.

But the gentlemen in the inner city didn't think it was fast enough. Not only did they do it a few times, but they even welded the car door shut. And behind this, it's not just the alliance, but other forces are also intervening to add fuel to the fire, R

Malvern may be the most sober person and one of the few "good" people who is willing to benefit the residents of the outer city, at least compared to his shareholders. But it is too late for him to stop him, and he can only use his own

Give him a way to quench his thirst by drinking poison. Ironically, he who was the first to step on the accelerator is now the one who most wants to step on the brakes.

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

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

In the less than two centuries of history of Boulder City, similar things have actually happened, and they were all settled by those gentlemen in the end. Otherwise, the city lord there would have been replaced a long time ago... Not surprisingly, it should be the same this time.

Same. He whispered softly.

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

In addition, I would like to say a few words about military, economy, culture, industry, infrastructure, technology, farming, daily joy, and player adventures. This book will cover a little bit. Each settlement and refuge has a different ending. I won’t

If there are two identical 79s, there will not be two identical Boulder City. Jinchuan Province will not paint the map of Luoxia Province with green paint and even change the map. It is a complete story, after all, it is not

Short video, if you like a beautiful girl, I will only recommend beautiful girls to you next time. And why do some people always insist on connecting the wasteland with reality? Is that a dimensional thing? Even if it is said to be from the Ice and Steam Age

I think Winter Home is more reliable than talking about something specious.


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