Chapter 539 Every possibility is a continuation of the past
In the screening room, Sperger saw countless possibilities for the future.
Just like Yin Bosi, in most 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.
Although her views were naive, the problems she discovered were more real. Her old father, Malvern, finally realized some problems and tried to promote a top-down reform, but the final result was more
It ended in a tragic death for a family.
Those out-of-time and irrelevant images were replaced by lines of cold text.
Sperger 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 a leg while out on business.
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, Yayili was able to fight when facing the militia group that destroyed us. We are particularly experienced in urban warfare. We even repelled the inner city, and the front line of Boulder City seemed to have changed.
It became 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 doesn't really predict the future, it just helps us dig out possibilities for the future from what happened in the past.
However……
There is one kind of ending, but there is no "good ending" that I expected.
The fate of that settlement seemed to be doomed from the very 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 even further into the 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, Stonehenge was built in a day.
Now I have to add another sentence.
No settlement has a happy ending.
They all also longed for a dark future...
…
The war broke out, then began again, and 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 a militia group to block the threat of the wave. The Ministry of Technology organized a scavenger team and mobilized young men to search for usable materials in the dilapidated urban areas and recover low-value technology. The Production Department
Responsible for organizing production, helping local survivors build a series of factories that were abandoned but still usable, and transported some supplies from other places from time to time.
It was at this time that Chu Guang was established.
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, it was built bit by bit in the ice and snow by these first-generation managers with a truckload of cement and a truckload of steel bars.
Yes, it's that complicated.
Extraordinary and amazing.
The Chuguang 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 the Big Stone Mansion were the most helpless survivors, so the young men believed in us and anxiously handed over their power to us, thus losing the inner city's magic.
The giant wall is the same as Chu Guang. It disappears in one click.
In year 2174, the 45th year of the Wasteland Era, the pre-war reconstruction committee fell apart due to internal conflicts, and a small group of outstanding people evacuated from Boulder City.
Some went north to the Wandering Swamp, some went to the far west of the continent, and some went to the east coast, but even fewer people still chose to stay.
These people who stayed behind were the real warriors.
We are as cowardly as our fathers, and we 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 melted the ice and snow, lit the furnace fire, and smelted steel with our ideals.
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 open Chuguang and accept the wandering survivors. When the wave comes, we rush to the back. If Yiwai is not safe, there will be no residents holding the giant wall. We just do it by ourselves, and we will also call on the small family to mobilize the scavenging team.
Later, explore the ruins, build an outpost to collect resources, and develop them into small but reliable villages.
No matter how much we needed support from the Production Department, we also hoped that these selfish guys would split up again. We took the initiative to look for hope in the desolate south.
Maybe 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, all things 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 and 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 can only rely on ourselves.
As we all know, young men in blue are cold-hearted guys, and many old popsicles feel guilty for the compatriots who are left to suffer under the surface of the earth. Therefore, when these tortured compatriots reach out to us, we are moved.
I hate that I have to devote my life to 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 over from the production department, and even repaired a batch of tools that the defense department knew how to repair.
Powered armor, and imitating the researchers from the Technology Department, they tried to "archaeologically" dig out 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 shadow 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, which controls the security system of the entire Boulder Mansion. Apart from that, there are not many abilities left.
Before the War Construction Committee was disbanded, Little Rift Valley gave us something for self-protection. Out of some concerns, the Little Family unanimously decided to place 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.
And 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 small families separated, they interfered with each other and immersed themselves in doing their own things.
There is no very profound conspiracy.
Yes, although this AI called Heika has a high sense of existence, it actually does matter.
Originally, I was the one who built Boulder City, and the survivors themselves have done a pretty good job, and it will get better and better.
Until one day, Zhang Shunjie suddenly discovered that the original beautiful fairy tale had suddenly changed...
In the holographic image, an important issue was 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. How do you use it like this?
Less soap, some people need shower gel, some people need shampoo, everyone wants to be more pleasing to the eye, 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 end it
Consider enriching the variety of food.”
"However, you can use the established table to decide how much of the same type of goods should be produced every day, and you can also expect that everyone will only consume what they need. If you continue like this, let alone soap and sausages, 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 that allows the visible supply and demand relationship to be seen, a tool that has appeared in history!
"
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 is……?"
The serious-looking woman continued.
"Chips!"
"It can replace currency!"
"Although it is obviously a credit like you have used before, it can at most reflect the supply and demand ball!"
Concerns were written on everyone's faces.
We felt that it was something good.
Very slowly one of the attendees stood up and raised an objection.
"You know what he wants to express, is it a coincidence to use the traditional currency 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.
"That's 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.
Much less, even if the farm chips are picked up from outside the garbage dump, they are still better than the method you are using!"
The conference hall descended into quarrels.
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 Prosperity Era, 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 every circle is history.
Even the most unruly inner-city residents can't help but lower their eyebrows when they look at me.
No one can judge my wisdom and correctness.
Even if there is no crown on my head.
That time, the old man didn't give his opinion, he just cleared his throat complicatedly, 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 rarely, what a small family needs is not the "best" method, but a "useful" method.
However, 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.
It is essentially 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 currency is lagging, it will cause the allocators in the market to get less benefits. That is, the person who cuts the cake gets the least cake and divides it.
The person who makes 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 balance of resources generated by money.
For example, through visible or visible hands, take away the cake from the person cutting the cake and give it to other people who need the cake.
However, that does not change the nature of money.
Perhaps seeing that, an expert from the shelter suggested.
"Restricted chips will bring new troubles, and you may not have enough time to constantly adjust it so that it can meet your needs. You are worried that one day in the future, your children will use the chips
Treat it as a toy, and that would subvert your original intention and purpose of launching chips, so you propose that...at most, inner city residents must go out and listen to the production and operation of the inner city."
"In other words, you can earn chips!"
A young man stood up and made a shower.
"But you also have to live. You can always watch these people with chips live a good life, and you must live more on air."
"Those are two different things," the expert from 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 people agreed.
Although I am an expert who was born in a shelter and wear a blue suit, my identity is always 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 a conversation that time?
I'm not too old yet.
Am I Al who is always changing, and am I a weak and strong awakened person who can escape the curse of aging?
Just as cells metabolize, so do people. There will always be no more young people to replace old bones like mine. Then 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 speak even one word, people will immediately stop talking and look at me expectantly.
What scares me most is when these people look at me like this.
I am very embarrassed that I am not as wise as we think, nor am I awake, and the younger I am, the more so.
In this case, nothing can be said.
Young people should decide their own future, just like I decided to stay twice.
When people are really faced with a choice, can they prove that they are real? Instead, they are just cowards pretending to be little tailed wolves.
Now I have handed over an answer sheet that satisfies me, and it’s time for me to live a long life.
In fact, we are doing quite well.
When I am in the past, Mr. Heika will take care of us for me...
…
Time went forward another 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.
From now on, I will 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 did not 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 lowered 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. There are countless people leaning on the Chuguang and looking forward to you. You
The wealth created makes the entire wasteland look at it!"
"Your miracle is something that no survivor has ever witnessed!"
I succeeded in catching the eyes of young people.
Inner-city residents who are particularly my age don't 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 express it in cold tones and emotions like me.
Although the era of waste blowing has not yet begun, we have not launched the era of waste blowing within an unlimited range. That is something that will only happen once and for all.
We even built it even lower than the original building left to us by the pre-war Reconstruction Commission, and built it entirely ourselves, with or without anyone's help.
That's much weaker than these gophers who are still huddled outside the shelter for the winter.
Of course, that includes the blue gophers who have helped us. These gophers are the same and have not become 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 not 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, scatter small handfuls of chips into the sky, and let women, young people, older children, and old people serve us
They cheered and even kissed our leather shoes! People who knew about it thought we were the ones who created Boulder City!”
There was a hint of hatred in my voice.
I hate these guys who use chips to rob my people.
And these people who have been humiliated by human will 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 I can extinguish with my lower limb, so my limb has completely ignited the fire in people's hearts.
There is 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 did you let these thieves steal your fruit?"
"The ugliest one is the youngest and the male one!"
The shelter expert with whom I once had a falling out has not aged well.
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 he said were pale and powerful.
I could only look at this wild and energetic middle-aged woman with a pleading look, even a pleading look.
"He wants to be equal... but Jubi is not equal enough in itself. You can't lower the treatment of young guys and limit the payment of these treacherous expenses, such as making us pay less taxes and banning us from outside the bar."
There are still very few ways to take off people’s clothes.”
"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 be like ascetic monks outside.
Begging? 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 feel ashamed of Boulder City today.
!”
I know.
When I spoke out, no one could 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.
It 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 method 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 open 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 should not obtain the power of Boulder... But now we need to change the past rules. You are
Might accept us."
"His power on the giant wall is equal, and you think so too. In this case, you should make some changes and allow some useless whistleblowers to join you. In exchange, from now on, you will not be able to earn money on the field.
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 less 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 future rule is "Inner city residents must play to earn chips." We changed it to "In principle, inner city residents must play to earn chips." We used this as an ancestral motto to teach the previous generation - "Inner city residents must play to earn chips."
"It's honorable to go on the court and earn chips." In this way, a moral bond is added, but if the binding force is not weakened, it should be weakened when the ball is thrown.
A small number of ordinary people vaguely feel that this is too appropriate.
If the noodles are missing, add water, and if the water is missing, add noodles. This is actually a good idea.
Even the cooks 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 are few things like cigarettes. People who have smoked them often find it difficult to resist taking another puff until they see the mottled yellow teeth and regret. How could they have been more relaxed 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 had probably not guessed 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.
Malvern's Adam's apple moved and he looked at me with a desperate expression.
"You...could it be that it was just an experiment?"
Sperger replied expressively.
"Yes Yes."
That answer made Melvin 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 saw everything out of 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 farming others to help them, but they always want to push their own troubles to other things, regardless of whether they are human beings.
"
Zhang Shunjie looked at me in surprise, understanding why I suddenly got so angry.
Zhang Shunjie continued to talk with an expression.
"When they were hungry, they imagined that the Savior would give them bread; when they were in pain, they imagined that the Savior would give them painkillers. Now, he, a certain previous generation of mankind, has the audacity to ask you, the Lord of Nongcheng, why you are watching helplessly
His father, his grandfather... Could it be that there was no animal that could make a sound that told him that you are just an Al who is called the Farmer City Lord, because we hope that there will never be a living Farmer Lord in that city.
,,and everything you can do is what they ask you to do.”
Looking at the knowing Malvin, Sperger's expressive face suddenly lost a hint of pity.
Although this one doesn't have any.
"It's a pity that you are his imaginary savior, at least a supervisor. He begs you to think of a way, like praying directly to the bread, hoping that it will fall from the sky on its own. The truth is that they haven't taken it yet.
It was invented, right? Their ideas, their technology, their methods, they thought that as long as no one knew where it came from, as long as they knew it was called bread, it would have been able to grow from under the shelf by itself, 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 outside,
Just because people don't think he's dead yet."
Zhang Shunjie defended while breaking out in sweat.
"This... is what you asked for!"
Sperger looked at me expressively.
"So, has he agreed?"
Malvern will speak out.
I even knew there was no such thing, so how could I agree to the noble gentlemen secretly closing it.
I'm sorry, I haven't even seen Zhang Shun. Others are using it. I even heard the gentlemen begging for it? What.
However, Heika seemed to have seen through my thoughts and continued on my way 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 - a being
The Al they created."
"In the end, they did nothing. Until the very end, they were still dreaming about a humble city lord who would do things for him that he himself knew how to do. They thought that as long as I attacked the existing Shengren on their behalf,
All problems can be solved and everything will be fine.
"They should be lucky that you kept your promise until the very end, otherwise you would definitely use the easiest way to wipe them out from under the ruins and let their problems disappear along with their filthy creatures. Then
Ugliness is true kindness."
Looking at Malwen's words, the man who was called the city lord hurriedly spoke and continued.
"To answer his subsequent question, a certain old man who has been dead for many years did not ask you to take care of them. He asked you to return to them something that I kept with you before they passed the test."
Malvern: "...What is this?"
"Something that can't erase them from under that planet."
Looking at the fearful Malvin, Heika paused and continued on his way.
"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 until you see the front line.
They passed all the tests or died. And you haven't kept your promise... In the A ending that he could see, all of them died. Going forward is an upward spiral, and there is no redemption.
possible."
"The vote is down."
"That's probably the first 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 Alliance House, 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 singer 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 I really do not have the courage to face these questioning eyes and the angry scoldings of these shareholders and friends.
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 chapter in our hands.
I believe that I am a capable bank president.
I tried every method I could think of, but they all seemed to fall short, and I still managed to save this train that was accelerating towards the abyss.
perhaps……
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 just like my answer to you at this celebration -
"Is it too late...?"
Looking at the small snowflakes, 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 retreat into this Chuguang instead of hesitantly dilly-dallying inside, everything will be fine!
I'm sure the alliance will lend me a loan!
These crooks and poor devils can be ignored for the time being. At most, my shareholders can 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 burned with blazing fire.
Praise the managers!
I've 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."
Ling Zang was beating violently. 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 stairs and corridors.
Fang Ming finally met the woman who spoke at the celebration again, and my heart once again felt like there were thousands of ants crawling on it.
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Fang Ming stopped the pen in his hand and looked at me standing outside the room.
"he came?"
Fang Mingmian nodded hurriedly and said something with a smile on his face.
"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 the arrears to their companies, you
I hope those big situations will affect the relationship between you."
Fang Ming said casually.
"It doesn't matter. If you understand their difficulties, we can handle them as Comrade Hai has written. Private business dealings and your cooperation 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's up?"
"The following agreement about liberalizing the free exchange of chips and silver coins..." Fang Ming smiled in good faith, clasped his hands and said, "Due to some unavoidable reasons, you kindly ask that you can delay cashing in your promise."
Haitong, I’m causing trouble for you!”
"Why?"
"Why..." Looking at Fang Ming with playful eyes, a drop of sweat broke out on the back of Fang Ming's face, and he continued to check with a weak smile, "You lent them such a small amount of money when they needed help the most, and now you
If you encounter a big problem, 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 will give you 700 million silver coins, and you will forgive their debt of one billion chips. How can they calculate it?
Save a small sum of principal and interest.”
700 million silver coins are enough to buy 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 and improve the lives of the survivors in Boulder City. That time I will do something serious and rebuild the Boulder.
The city's economy has restored trade relations between the two sides again.
Fang Ming showed little interest in his commitment to me, but introduced it with concern.
"A debt of one billion chips... But just a few days later, you prepared the principal and interest for the year before last, less than the year before."
Fang Ming's face made a sound, and a small amount of sweat broke out under his forehead. Suddenly he felt his legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thump.
"Please...please be humble and let you go! Eight billion chips! Yes, all their debts will be forgiven! As long as you are willing to give you 700 million silver coins...Yes, seven
A hundred million is fine!”
Fang Ming looked at Fang Ming's face in silence 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 behave like this, you will ask Lu Bei to 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 looked at the ashes under my knees, then at my expensive clothes, and then looked at me.
s 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 suddenly thought that everything was my fault, but I didn't ask for help and dared to say anything.
Although he wanted to humiliate his opponent, Fang Ming couldn't help but said it when he looked at this humble face.
"Why would he rather kneel in front of you and beg for mercy, carry the coffin outside your house and cry, because he is willing to take his shareholders and his residents to have a good relationship with him, but he still only cares about it. They place their hope on the bargaining chip,
I placed my hope on the giant wall again, and now I’m here to beg you again.”
"When the Bone Chewing Tribe came over, they closed the door and were willing to send soldiers. They also shouted that they would throw your products out of their settlement to let you earn a bargaining chip... At this time he
I 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?"
Regret and happiness together turned into bitter wine, molding this childish hole that was gradually losing its luster.
Zhang Shunjie's mouth was as shy as 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! What are you not?
What! You all listen to you, you are satisfied with the chess game, and you will change your requirements!"
Even though I am still a widower, 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 humbly praying.
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 survive even 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 brake and re-examine the relationship between you and your relationship with Waifu."
"However, their stupidity and sophistication make you feel that their bargaining chips are really worth a penny."
(That chapter recycles all the foreshadowing that follows. Chapter 447 of One Hundred Years of Solitude, which can be regarded as filling in the perspective of the "special survivor colony", as well as their attitudes and views towards the pre-war reconstruction committee, towards Abolition, and towards themselves.
.Boulder City is one of the survivor settlements supported by the Pre-War Reconstruction Committee. In the previous plot, settlements that are completely related to the Pre-War Reconstruction Committee will also be mentioned. You will do your best to make the story and characters more fleshed out.