On the desolate Gobi Desert, countless engineering vehicles were gathering. Philip stood on a huge tower, watching the entire construction site from scratch and getting into place at an extremely slow pace. He smiled and said to the people on the side, "I
I bet they can build the road within 10 years."
The Gobi Desert is located 150 kilometers south of Seattle. The United States is a vast and sparsely populated country. Such Gobi Desert can be said to be full of no-man’s land. Unlike China, if you want to find such a place, there are only two places: XZ and XJ.
Chosen.
10 years?
Robert knew that what he said was not an exaggeration. With such efficiency, a city composed entirely of players might not be able to be built until the end of this century.
The efficiency of American workers is too low, and the costs are exaggeratedly high. Not to mention guaranteed 8 hours of working time every day, even during working hours...it's impossible to say.
Just like the workers who are operating the tower, they are drinking coffee and chatting with the buddies under the tower through video calls. The two of them are chatting about the rugby team they are interested in. When they think of it, they move the operating table, and the buddies under the tower are magically
They maintained a tacit understanding with him, and the two of them just worked hard. As soon as the four-hour working time in the morning was up, they immediately shut down the computer and left. They didn't care that they were halfway through the project. They continued to work in the afternoon. A lot of work was in vain and needed to be postponed.
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Such efficiency, such waste... cannot guarantee full capacity operation. If you complain a little or be strict, the union will come to your door... Alas!
In the past, Philip naturally stood on the side of the workers and thought this was a matter of course. But now, his butt has become crooked, not because of the blueprint drawn by Robert, let alone the offline network, but because of the death of Kelanwo.
Require.
Philip felt that this god on the line of faith was even more urgent than Robert beside him.
What the gods want is naturally what believers pursue. How else to please the gods and get closer to them?
End of this century?
It's simply an international joke.
"There must be a way, damn, there must be a way."
Robert put on his helmet with an ugly face, turned around and walked into the elevator.
The two people got off the tower, took a tattered off-road vehicle, and came to the headquarters at the edge of the construction site.
Robert went in to negotiate with the leader of the project team, while Philip wandered around idle.
A worker who was sitting under a pergola watching his colleagues digging a water pipeline saw him raise his coffee cup and motioned for him to come over and chat for a while.
"Hey man, you're a gamer right?"
"Yes."
"Haha, what am I talking about? You players have a special temperament, and it's especially obvious in you."
"How to say?"
"It's that kind of...that kind of...", the rough white man couldn't find the right words to describe it after gesticulating for a long time, "it's just very different. This is to praise the man, I have no other meaning."
"Thanks man!"
Philip smiled and shook hands with him.
"Confidence, ah, yes, it's just like you. Confidence is something that can only be seen in big people. It seems, as if we are all Muggles..."
The rough white man didn't know the expression "Everyone in the world is drunk and I am sober", so he was so happy that he finally expressed his meaning accurately, and his mouth split open with a smile.
"Tell me about our online territory? New America, how long will it take for me to build my farm? Do you have a timetable?"
Phillip shrugged, "God knows, it may take a long time."
"How long?" The rough white man's hand gestured to the entire construction site, "Do we have to wait until this place is built?"
"Maybe!"
"We'll have to wait, maybe until I retire... Damn it, this is a big pie, isn't it? Did the capitalists use it to deceive us?"
"No, this city should be an important prerequisite for everyone to set foot on the land of New America."
"Poulter, did you hear that? Damn it, cheer up and work as fast as you can. The way you do it, I won't even be able to own my new farm before I retire."
Not far away, he threw away the tools in his hand, and the black guy who was arguing with someone on the phone gave him a middle finger.
"Seriously, I know I shouldn't say this, but you should really think about it. Maybe asking Chinese people to come and help is the ideal choice... I mean, build this city."
"This...I'm afraid it won't work."
"I understand, I understand, competitors... If it doesn't work, workers from other countries can do it, Japan? Southern Korea? Or Africa... Sorry, no offense."
"I will respond to your suggestions."
"It's settled?"
"It's settled."
"Come have a drink mate, for my new farm."
Anyway, there was nothing wrong, so Philip sat down next to this man, poured a cup from his thermos, and leisurely enjoyed the 'leisurely' time approaching noon.
It's very leisurely.
After a while, all the nearby workers arrived.
"...is it a conspiracy of the Chinese, right? I mean that the war of national uniforms was suddenly ended? The Chinese will not allow the United States to have a territory larger than theirs? Everyone says so."
"...Probably not, Canaan is an alien...ah, it is a game made by God...Yes, that's it, otherwise there is no way to explain it...nor can the Chinese control it."
"That means God does not allow us to have a larger online territory than the Chinese?"
"Uh...this..."
"Whatever, Philip, Philip, tell me about the online things. When is the next draw?"
"I don't know either. Maybe I have to wait until the end of this test?"
"Is that one month or two months? Seriously, I thought it was a scam before, but now I have changed my mind. The stock market is going crazy. God, I have lost count of how many dollars I have missed."
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"Brother, if you don't mind, can you tell me how many... uh... copper coins you can earn in a day?"
"I heard that the land of Canaan is full of gold, right? Anyway, every player has made a fortune. A boy who lives near my house is going to move in just a few days. His family will move to a wealthy area in the suburbs. Damn it,
How long does it take, how long does it take?"
"I heard that Canaan is not a game at all, but..."
"Canaan is a game, God's game, God's gift."
"Then why is it God's first morning? Chinese people don't believe in anything."
"There are also many people in China who believe in God. I have read the information and there are hundreds of millions of people who believe in God."
"Wow, don't you mean they don't believe in anything but money? They also eat cats and dogs."
“Man, how are the Chinese people you meet online?”
The atmosphere of the chat was very lively. Blue-collar workers have always been the base of conservatives. Normally, they would not be so friendly to an outsider, especially a black person. This was only the case during the special period when the online national server was opened. At another time,
Let's try a black guy who's not a player?
No, as soon as Robert came out, these people's faces changed. They all pursed their lips, turned their heads, and winked... They were very unimpressed with this kind of intellectual black man.
"Come here Philip!"
Philip greeted his co-workers and came to his compatriots.
"What's there to talk about with these guys?"
"They are very curious about the players...how was the conversation inside?"
"Seriously, Philip, we have to find another way. Anyway, this is a project funded by the foundation and no taxpayers' money is used. I think we should find some people to replace these..." Old Porter pointed at the people who were already in groups.
The co-worker who got out of the way was a little confused about how to describe it. He finally became irritated.
He waved his hand as if to drive away an annoying fly, "Anyway, I'll find a way. Your task is to contact the players, especially the old players, and ask them to volunteer... Note that it is voluntary. This is a sensitive stage and cannot be used.
Use force to make them move to this city voluntarily."
"It depends on how long it took for your city to be built."
"Damn, there's no time. I'm going to Washington. How about you?"
"I'm going home!", Philip shrugged, "It's better to contact players online."
"Okay then...let's contact you by phone."
"bye!"
Canaan, the national uniform of Northern America.
Players from Ji Nan City have come and gone. Nowadays, players from China no longer occupy the mainstream, and players from the international server account for the majority.
The American national server starts from an unnamed canyon 25 kilometers south of Extreme South City, extends south to the Red Castle, a famous commercial city in the former Kingdom of Kane and famous for its handicrafts, and extends east to the Earl of Odyssey.
Bordering - Barony of Katebost, extending to the west
Stretching to, the Hunter Trail, the famous approach road to the Hengduan Mountains, is a long and narrow irregular terrain, nearly 500 kilometers long from north to south, with the narrowest point from east to west only 21 kilometers, covering nearly 100,000 square kilometers, and
The national costumes of more than 20 European and Mongolian countries are generally similar.
In the game map of the Chinese server, there are fewer resource points than in the Chinese server, but most of them are familiar areas that have been developed for a long time. Although they have been ravaged by the Centaur tribe coalition forces, it is not difficult to recover.
It also has an advantage that far exceeds the Chinese national server, which is the aboriginal population.
They were scattered in various shelters and settlements. When the centaurs invaded, they had no time to retreat to the rear. It was initially estimated that there were no less than 100,000 of them.
Such a large aboriginal population is a huge wealth, and the system will naturally not let it go.
Of course, nominally, they all belong to the Chinese national service, but in Canaan, they have automatically belonged to the subjects of the Norman Grand Duke.
It's not the system function NPPC, the pseudo-gods of the system are salivating, but if they want to connect them all to the magic network, they can't pass Bei Gaoyang's level.
How could Bei Gaoyang access such an aboriginal population, let them enter the Magic Network, let their ideas and definitions conflict with the players, and then allow the Magic Network to mix in non-earth genetic impurities, thus increasing the possibility that the Magic Network will exceed its own control?
Son?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
However, it is impossible to leave such abundant manpower without using it. Besides, smashing an old world to build a new world cannot be said to kill all the people in the old world, right?
We must transform them all, from the brainwashing and depression of the rule of gods, from the backward and decadent culture and historical traditions, from the numbness and resignation of high-pressure rule... Otherwise, how can we embody the goodness of the new world?
After careful consideration and balancing of various aspects, the system has made the following adjustments for these indigenous populations.
First: Preserve the settlements of the indigenous people and give them the identity of neutral camp NPCs, but not all of them are connected to the magic network.
Second: The next generation, the next generation is the key. There are too many dregs in the minds of adults. It is very difficult to reform, and the results are not necessarily very good. Control their next generation, unified management, unified education, and cut them off from the root.
Cut off their connection with the old world and fill their heads with the ideas and order of the new world.
Third, adult aborigines cannot be wasted. Let them open up wasteland, build, restore, contribute to the production of the system, and relieve the system's manpower strain.
Tens of millions of players consume an astronomical amount of supplies every day. Could it be that the Magic Network uses resources to spawn them all?
What a waste.
Let’s just say that 80% of the daily rations are provided by Canaan’s parent company. After the ‘door’ stabilizes, the largest amount of supplies will be these survival necessities.
This has exposed part of the truth about Canaan, and it is nothing more than a tacit understanding by everyone.
Only food is provided, and only basic living supplies are provided. Daily necessities are self-sufficient except for players and system props... With a population of 100,000 aboriginals, warriors can alleviate their hunger and thirst.
Fourth: It can enrich the gameplay and content of the game, as well as the breadth and depth of random events, accidental events, and adventure events.
Even the system was not known in advance, so it was accidental enough. It satisfies the exploration and puzzle-solving needs of some players, allows them to have a deeper understanding of the world background of Canaan, and better integrates into the narrative of Canaan.
fifth……
Forget it, that’s all for now.
Therefore, when the Black Pharaoh went online, he saw groups of aboriginal children being guarded by the system. The guard NPCs were herding sheep into the 'sheep pen'. There were also many players from the national server accompanying them to complete the mission, and the system randomly selected some.
Children, identify their requests as tasks.
Centralized... ah, no, a collective full-time residential school has been built in this safe zone designated as 'New New York'. It is completely funded by the system and of course owned by the system. The national server has no involvement.
The office of the national server requisitioned an abandoned temple of the goddess of the night, and it was also very busy. Offline staff received special visas to provide services to players on their own national server. When they walked in, they all spoke with the same offline accent.
, just like being in a busy government agency.
The Black Pharaoh is not only a player in the national server, but also the representative of Kelemvor, the god of death, in the national server. He has the rank and status of a high-level priest equivalent to a bishop. He is treated with "warm hospitality" and enjoys exclusive VIP access.
The system gods are part of the public services of the system, and their status is transcendent. It is the same in every national server. The staff do not dare to make things difficult and decisively stamp the documents. The god of death, Kelanwo, captured it in the battle of the national server.
The resource points and territory were thus managed by the church.
The ownership still belongs to the national server. In name, taxes need to be paid to the national server, and general affairs are also managed by the national server.
But today, the Black Pharaoh is not here for these things.
The national servers of the United States and Europe were established, and other operating agents swarmed in. The horse race and enclosure within the red line was in full swing, especially when the hostile camps within the red line were retreating significantly. Such national servers were different from those picked up for free.
Same.
It seems that all the national servers have been secured, completely exceeding the most optimistic expectations.
——The entire Canaan game has developed by leaps and bounds.
