When they saw the familiar face appear at the door, everyone from the workers' association immediately rushed forward excitedly and surrounded him.
"Wait a minute! Don't ask me about the manuscript yet!" Looking at the surging crowd, Sperger seemed to have guessed what they would say, and immediately screamed, "I have something important to say!"
"Hurry up! Stop talking nonsense," Lovett urged, reaching out and hooking his shoulder, "You said you wanted to go to the northern suburbs, and now you have also been there. What's the story behind it? A chapter in the Great Revolution.
How's it going?"
"Now I have something more important to say than that!"
Pushing Lovett's hand away, Sperger signaled everyone to be quiet, cleared his throat and said.
"He let me try on his power armor, and that thing is really extraordinary... Even with a physique like mine, wearing power armor can still gain the strength of a giant!"
An electrician couldn't help but said.
"It's incredible...he really let you wear it."
Other workers also jokingly shouted.
"I don't believe it! Your coat doesn't stink him to death?"
"that is!"
"You're bragging!"
Sperger didn't take everyone's teasing to heart, because he knew that what was true could not be faked, and what was fake could not be true.
"Whether you believe it or not, that gentleman is actually a very easy-going person, and he doesn't care too much. Although his guard is a bit scary, the young man kept staring at me, so that I didn't even dare to mention borrowing the bathroom.
Son...but these are not the point."
Lovett swallowed.
"What's the point?"
Is there anything more outrageous than a canner being treated to a guest appearance by the Alliance's administrators and being asked to try on power armor?
Everyone stared at Sperger intently, waiting for him to continue.
A happy smile appeared on Sberg's face, as if his dream had come true.
"Awakened ones can defeat powered armor! This is what the manager told me personally! He is both an awakened one and has powered armor. No one knows better than him!"
There was an exclamation of exclamation from the crowd.
That title really bothered them for a long time.
Even because of the title, Bohr's story was often laughed at by the illiterate members of the militia.
Although it was just a trivial matter, the controversy is finally over.
Lovett clenched his fists excitedly: "I'm just saying that the title is not an exaggeration at all! I'm going to tell him about Joey's bastard!"
Seeing Lovett turning around excitedly and about to go out, Sperger quickly stretched out his hand to hold him.
"Stop it, it's not worth it."
He doesn't like people from the militia.
But the Great Revolution is over, and what is needed most now is unity.
The workers standing nearby laughed and patted Sberg on the shoulder.
"Don't look at Lovett like that, he and Joey have a good relationship."
Another worker also said with a smile.
"That's right! Joey is not a stingy person. He is one of the few people in the militia who is willing to tell the truth. Don't make his ending too miserable."
"Joy? Is he in the book? Forget it..." Sperger scratched his head, unable to remember that this character existed in Boll's story.
But he actually planned to write about a centurion who stood on the side of the people.
After all, when he was in prison, he did make the militia a bit too dark, but in fact there were good people among those soldiers.
Regardless of whether those guys sided with the poor guys because they couldn't get paid, couldn't get money, or for some other reason, this was a victory won by all of them.
This will never change.
Alyssa stood at the edge of the crowd.
She held a letter in her hand. She wanted to squeeze in but couldn't squeeze in. She could only try to stand on tiptoes and shake her arms.
Siberg quickly noticed her, opened a path through the crowd, came to her, and said with a smile.
"Can I help you?"
Alyssa nodded vigorously, and a rare nervousness appeared on Alyssa's face.
"Um...is there any reply?"
Upon hearing this, Sperger scratched his head.
He came back empty-handed.
The alliance has already stated their attitude and choice with actions, and this is more important to them than anything else, but he feels that the little girl in front of him expects more than this.
But he still chose to tell the truth.
"No……"
Looking at Alyssa's disappointed eyes, Sperger thought for a moment, sighed and continued.
"Actually...I feel that the gentleman is a little guilty."
Alyssa was stunned.
"……Guilty?"
"Well," Sperger nodded and said while recalling the situation at the time, "After reading your letter, I noticed a clear change in his expression... It's as if he was your choice.
It’s the same as expected.”
Those big shots don't always have everything figured out, he was convinced of this after meeting Mr. Fang Ming.
Even if you are as smart as that gentleman, you will have an outcome that you cannot predict.
As for the manager of the alliance, as he saw, he was just an ordinary human being, not one with three heads and six arms.
It's just that the worship of him by many followers has given different meanings to his identity.
It is precisely because of this that he will carefully consider the impact of every choice and will regret unexpected mistakes.
"Why?" Not understanding the truth, Alyssa looked at him anxiously and asked, "Did I...do anything wrong?"
Sperger scratched the back of his head.
"No, this has nothing to do with right or wrong. It's better to say that you did so well that it made him feel a little guilty. He probably didn't expect that his words would push a passionate young man to the edge of the cliff.
How should I put it? I feel like he wanted to praise you for doing a great job, but he restrained himself."
Sberg felt that the reason why he could detect this might be because he had experienced the same feeling in his heart.
Especially when watching the A ending in the screening room.
The co-workers carried his body towards the inner city, and then fell in pieces, with blood staining the whole street... Even though he knew it was fake, he still couldn't help but shed tears.
Without the "Daily Survivor", the later "Workers' Daily", and the resulting "Boll the Awakener", I'm afraid there wouldn't be those passionate workers, and there is a high probability that this jungle-like casino would be
Still open for business.
He did not regret bravely reading out the contents of the newspaper, but he still felt a little scared when he thought about it. This was not a contradiction.
If one sentence can turn a cowardly person into a warrior who is not afraid of life and death, then it is entirely possible that a letter will be regarded as an imperial edict by a group of people.
Even if Alyssa doesn't have that idea, there will still be some speculators who have this idea.
Not surprisingly, the next city lord should be born from the workers' association or militia, or it may be a citizen.
But if the manager wrote that letter, fanatical people might push a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl to a place she shouldn't be.
She has done enough.
The current problem in Boulder City cannot be solved by calling on everyone to grow vegetables in flower pots. Many people do not have potted plants at home.
Ideals can bring almost impossible miracles to the earth, but more realistic methods must be used to maintain them.
Otherwise it will be another kind of hell...
Looking at the disappointed Alyssa, Sperger had an idea and spoke.
"It's normal that you don't understand. In fact, I only figured out some things after walking through the gate of hell...For example, you don't have to wait until spring to meet the people you want to see and do the things you want to do."
Alyssa was stunned for a moment.
"You don't have to wait until spring?"
"Yes, when I wrote back to my editor, Ms. Dolly, I said that I would go to the Alliance in the spring, but actually I should go right away... You have a letter you want to send to that gentleman, right?" Si
Berg looked at the envelope in Alyssa's hand and said with a smile, "Why don't you bring it to him yourself? He happens to be in this settlement and will probably stay for a few days."
"It's not convenient for him to reply to you, but if you want to talk to him in person, and it's in private, I think he won't be stingy with a few compliments!"
…
At the same time, a large and prosperous city-state was located in the northern corridor of the River Valley Province, on the plains adjacent to the Great Rift Valley.
This city of one million people is like an island in the wilderness.
The interlaced red and blue lights image the ideal city.
But it's just like.
Whether it's scale, population, productivity, or something at its core, this settlement called the Free State can be called the opposite of an ideal city.
Prosthetics and psychotropic drugs are rampant in the streets and alleys, and cheap virtual dreams are like fragile dreams, healing people's wounds and satisfying all their fantasies.
Of course, there is not only degradation and desolation here, but there is also a good side.
Just like here, there are free refrigerators but you need to watch a two-minute advertisement, and there are floor-to-ceiling apartments with spotless floor-to-ceiling windows both inside and outside.
Whether rich or poor, anyone of value to this settlement, no matter what the value, can live here.
The puppets supported by the Great Rift Valley built this settlement and laid down a series of rules over its head.
People of the old era had high hopes for it, hoping that it would become the second Ministry of Production - an ideal city that truly served the wasteland and obeyed the old era. However, those high-ranking planners did not ask where to live.
What do the survivors want to be?
The only power left to the people by their ancestors is to give themselves a name.
So people decided to call this place Bugla.
Bugra is both their currency and the name of the free state.
Because here, only "Bugla" can achieve true freedom, and those who hold "Bugla" can be called living people.
Office of the President of Firestone Group.
Standing in front of the desk, Xavier said respectfully.
"...Recently there has been a group of immigrants from the south who claimed to have been persecuted by the new authorities in Boulder City and applied for asylum from the Bugra authorities."
Sigma, who was sitting in the office chair, turned his back to him and asked casually.
"What's their opinion?"
"As before, they plan to hand over this problem to the Great Rift Valley for review... Xavier looked at the real emperor with respect and asked cautiously, 'What's your opinion?"
"I think they did a good job."
Sigma suddenly laughed out loud and said in a teasing tone, "Just so the old guys in the Rift Valley can see what a bunch of things they have raised."
certainly.
Following the style of the Great Rift Valley, they will certainly entertain these "disgraces" tolerantly and allow the Free State authorities to provide them with regular alimony for the rest of their lives.
I've heard of Sigma.
To this day, the old man who has lived the longest is still bitter about the disintegration of the post-war reconstruction committee and the fact that each settlement was left to fend for itself.
He has no opinion.
Since the old man is so nostalgic, just let these bugs live.
Ugliness also has the meaning of being ugly.
Letting those maggots continue to live would be the greatest humiliation to the Zhan Zhan Construction Committee.
Xavier looked at Sigma with admiration in his eyes.
"You are indeed very good at predicting events. Boulder City will not be able to survive this winter."
Most of the senior management of the Firestone Group believe that Boulder City can at least survive this winter, and the wave of early spring is the straw that breaks the camel's back.
After all, logically speaking, the Alliance needs Boulder City to share the pressure of the wave. It will definitely not watch Boulder City collapse, and may even help them delay the crisis.
To think this way shows that they don’t understand the alliance and the manager at all.
As expected, there are people everywhere who ignore objective conditions and apply mechanically.
Sigma smiled lightly and said casually.
"...The demise of Boulder City is inevitable. A large amount of resources are concentrated in the hands of a group of wastes. They use a system that will not create any value for you to select the winners, and the winners will not have any property.
It is obtained from actual production and operations.
It's like putting a gun in the hand of a blind man and a cane in the hand of a strong man. It's a miracle that they can survive to this day."
Firestone Group is completely different.
Only those who create value for the company can be promoted in the workplace, and things like blood are worthless here.
Even the children of company executives must be selected by the education system before they can hold a specific position and become the company's dog.
He himself is the best example.
When the last CEO sat at this desk, he was just a ghetto thief.
"What about the Alliance?" Xavier asked curiously, "How far do you think those people can go?"
"The Alliance is another thing," Sigma said calmly. "They are another kind of legion. They may go very far, or they may disappear soon."
Xavier asked with a frown.
"Do you think they are also militaristic?"
Sigma curled his lips.
"Do you understand the Legion only as militarism? Like slavery, enfeoffment, and clone troops, they are just means to achieve an end. The Valantians use a racial narrative, while the Alliance uses another
Narrative. Their goals are very clear. One is to unite all the Wilrantians, and the other is to unite all the survivors. This is the fundamental difference in the line, and that’s it.”
If the Legion wins, an empire ruled by new humans will probably be born on this planet.
And if the alliance wins, a new People's Alliance will probably be born.
If Boulder wins...
The probability is so small that almost no one takes it seriously.
As for the Bugla Free State.
In the future he designs for the Free State, they need to first break away from the control of the legacy of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, and then win over all the wastelanders in this wasteland who were abandoned by the ideal city.
In fact, Firestone Group has been carrying out these two tasks simultaneously.
Whether it was the legion's expedition or the Bone Chewing Rebellion, they injected a lot of fresh blood and wealth into the Free State at his feet. Most of the officers who could not return to Triumph City stayed in the Free State and were driven away by the new authorities in Boulder City.
The nobles also ran over.
Eventually they will become an ideal city in another sense!
A paradise where all wastelanders can indulge in it without having to worry about drowning in their dreams!
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
Seeing the look in Sigma's eyes, Xavier bowed slightly, opened the door and left the office.
A man in formal attire passed by him, stood in front of Sigma's desk, and said in a deep voice.
"There's new news from Boulder City."
Sigma looked at him eagerly.
"Have you found that weapon?"
The man hesitated and shook his head.
"No……"
Sigma was silent for a while.
"Where's Rhine?"
The man lowered his head and said.
"……died."
Sigma took a deep breath, stood up from the office chair, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the room.
He looked beyond the neon-lit high-rise buildings to the endless wilderness to the south, and cursed after a long time.
"Oh shit!"
What a big loss!
…
Garbage City.
There was silence in the circular council chamber.
Just now, the news of the drastic changes that took place in Boulder City and the fact that it became the fifth settlement of the Alliance finally reached here.
After learning that a large number of inner city residents had been deported, almost all the congressmen had shuddering expressions on their faces.
As one of the old survivor forces in the wasteland, and a beacon shining on the southern part of the River Valley province for a century and a half, Boulder City has largely served as a role model.
Even if their method is not the best, it is indeed feasible to reverse history in the wasteland.
Whether it was the earliest Red River Town or the garbage city under their feet, they would have some shadow of the Stone City, imitating the ruling model of the inner city nobles.
And now, from the exiled residents of the inner city of Boulder City, they seem to see their own future.
Almost every congressman became nervous and talked among themselves on the conference table.
"I heard that Boulder City was overthrown by a group of workers and militiamen, and a group of scavengers also joined in the fun..."
"But we can't close down all the factories and drive away the scavengers."
"Maybe we should improve their treatment."
"At least improve the treatment of soldiers!"
"Reserve some dinars or Cr. At least if our currency is destroyed, we can still use foreign currency to pay soldiers..."
This sentence has been recognized by many people.
Many members of Congress couldn't help but nod, and even the Speaker, who was sitting at the top of the chair, rarely expressed his position early.
"This is a good idea."
Not only dinars and Cr, but also silver coins must be included in the foreign exchange that needs to be reserved!
Otherwise, Boulder City’s today will be their tomorrow!
Garbage City will gradually increase its holdings of silver coins through trade in a planned manner until the reserve of silver coins approaches around 200 million.
At the same time, they also had to purchase bonds denominated in silver coins issued by the Union Bank to hedge against the inflation of the silver coins themselves.
Although everyone knows that doing so only treats the symptoms rather than the root cause, it is better than doing nothing.
Just think of paying protection fees to this powerful neighbor.
What makes all the members of the Garbage City shudder is that less than a year after the alliance was established, those poisonous ideas have already riddled the towering dam full of holes.
They couldn't help but think of the future.
I heard that some wastelanders from Dawn City brought the "Daily Survivor" there, and some even started a newspaper printing business and talked about Boer's story in the beer hall.
story.
They can't take newspapers away from people's hands, right?
But if the survivors of the garbage city follow suit...
The more the members of the House of Representatives thought about it, the more frightened they became. Finally, someone couldn't help but raised his hand and suggested.
"How about we follow the example of our neighbors, the Red River Alliance, and change the name to...the Garbage Alliance?"
Before he could finish his words, he was sprayed back by the congressman sitting not far away.
"Are you crazy?! Do you think you have a long life?"
The man was stunned for a moment, and then he thought about it and read it again, and then realized that he had thought of some damn name.
He said his apology with a dumbfounded look on his face, and took his hand back dejectedly under the murderous glares of the crowd.
But other than that, he really couldn't think of any better and usable method...
The same scene is not only playing out in Garbage City, but also in various settlements in the River Valley Province.
Facing the collapsed stone building, some people saw the long night that was falling, while others saw the dawn breaking through the darkness.
They are insignificant people in the wasteland, including slaves in the mines, wandering herdsmen, and scavengers soaking in the garbage.
Most of them don't know Bol's story.
But they knew that in a place called Qingquan City, a group of survivors united and defeated the evil dragon that enslaved them!
This devastated ruins finally ushered in a new light...
…
The very center of Boulder City.
Facing the ruins of the Monolithic Building, Malvern's weather-beaten face was filled with haggard and dejection.
Old Luca glanced at him.
"Do you regret it?"
"I... have nothing to regret?" Malvern looked away from the ruins and sighed softly and said, "Sooner or later."
He knows it very well.
What defeated them was neither the debt of more than 3 billion, nor the S coins that were fired to the sky, but the greed in their hearts.
But there was nothing he could do.
He has used every method at his disposal.
Luka withdrew his gaze from him and looked at the aged ruins in front of him and said.
"The manager said you are a smart person. You were the first person to notice that this train must apply the brakes."
Malvern smiled bitterly and said mockingly.
"On the contrary, not only am I not a smart person, but I am also hopelessly stupid, otherwise I wouldn't have seen it clearly until the end..."
In the end, their family's sins will have to be washed away by the fairy tale he left in his little daughter's heart...
This is what makes him most ashamed.
Luca didn't look at him, but explained his purpose briefly and concisely.
"The administrator asked me to give you a task."
Malvern looked at him and asked.
"Any mission..."
Luca continued.
"Compile your history into a book and record objectively and in detail what happened in this settlement over the past two hundred years.
He needs a book like this in his library, and the Alliance's library will also need it."
Malvern said with a wry smile.
"What kind of collecting habit is this?"
"He said this was one of his jobs," Luka glanced at the old man, who was only a few years younger than him, and continued, "If you really want to atone for your past sins, do this last thing seriously.
Or do you think you can still do physical work at your age?"
Malvern was slightly stunned.
His Adam's apple moved slightly, and after a long time, he nodded slowly.
"I will do this seriously."
Atonement...
ah……
What a kind man.
Malvin suddenly felt a little sore in his eyes.
What he said is correct.
If you don’t want to bring regrets and remorse into the coffin, this is the only thing you can do and you can do it in time——
Put the final nail into this rotten coffin.
Seeing the gratitude that appeared behind his cloudy pupils, Luka said nothing, just nodded briefly, and left with his back to the ruins of the Stonehenge Building...
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