When Singer walked out of the gang's temporary camp, he thought angrily in his heart that if he continued like this, he would be cornered.
No matter what, he was unwilling to turn back. Didn't he hear what Bangzhu said just now that the Chinese national server is now eager to throw these hot potatoes back? If someone takes advantage of this, they will fight for their lives. In terms of public opinion and high moral standards,
There is a natural family of dwarves on the ground, and players like them do not bring much actual benefits. Compared with the huge scale and wealth of the national server, hundreds of thousands of low-level players are really a drop in the bucket, and the gain outweighs the loss.
Because there is a system ban, you cannot rush out immediately, but there may not be any preferential treatment in the future, and there may be discrimination, such as work visas, etc., let alone immigration?
The more this happened in the Chinese server, the more unwilling he was to leave. Compared with the foreign server, he found more and more that the current game environment was like heaven.
Sure enough, happiness comes from comparison.
The Forever Alliance has not yet been launched. He was so impatient that he couldn't find anyone to discuss it with. He reluctantly went to the task of killing monsters, but he was absent-minded. After completing the daily required courses of the national server and gang building tasks, he went offline.
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It was not yet dark in the small village in reality, and the three women at home were still busy cleaning up. A large number of malnourished children gathered outside the hospital. They all clasped their fingers, biting their mouths, and looked timidly into the door.
Singer was ready to drive them away, but...he took out some candies and sprinkled them out, not for anything else, just because he might have to rely on the protection of this small village in the future, and he must live in harmony with their parents.
The village is very poor, so poor that many people have neither enough clothes nor enough food to eat.
Most of the villagers do not have their own land, and the land is in the hands of a few wealthy landowners. This is the result.
Although Singh was born in a slum, there are many opportunities in the city and he can make a living in any way. These villagers are tied to the land and work as sharecroppers. What do they expect to do with the little food they dig out of the soil?
Whenever there is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, the suicide rate among hard-hearted farmers remains high. The fifth largest economy is still unable to feed its people. GDP continues to develop, and the hunger index continues to rise. It has the largest number of malnourished people in the world.
, but exporting large amounts of cheap grain.
The poorer we are, the poorer we are, and the poorer we are, the euphemistically called demographic dividend, but the population without good education and vocational skills training is not a dividend, but a burden.
These were not what Singer thought of, but what he said to the people inside, and he used him as an excuse to talk about it.
At that time, he was quite unconvinced. It was so hard that even if there was one, it was only a minor problem. But now, looking at these clay children competing for candy, he became uncertain.
Damn it, what does it have to do with me?
Singer irritably shook these messy thoughts out of his mind, and after finishing packing, he went to visit the largest landowner's house in the village with gifts.
"no problem!"
The largest landowner actually controls the largest population in the village, and is also the de facto local bully in the village. With the hardness of the country, his words are more effective than the law on this three-acre land.
Of course it's because of these valuable gifts.
"...Isn't that game a Chinese conspiracy?"
"...When will our own game be developed?"
"...When our game is developed, it will definitely far surpass that of the Chinese. The whole world will be shocked by the hardness. You have to have confidence in the hardness, it is so great!"
Listening to these words again, Singer only felt extremely ironic and harsh. Once upon a time, he was also such a person, blindly optimistic, neurotic arrogance, turning a blind eye to some obvious facts, and only willing to see what he originally intended to see.
He only wants to believe what he means to believe.
Nowadays, such people are all standing on his opposite side, and they are all so radical and fanatical that they scare him.
"Stay for a meal, you're not married yet, right?"
The big landowner called out her granddaughter to warmly receive her, but Singer dealt with it perfunctorily.
"...Just now, Navi Mumbai suffered a large-scale and shameless sneak attack online, and fierce fighting is still going on on various fronts online."
An urgent news message suddenly broke on the TV, causing Singh and the landlord's family to stop talking and look at the TV together.
"...Canaan Hardness Company did not explain the reason for the sudden interruption of the live broadcast signal. According to sources, it was to avoid further stimulating national sentiment and triggering larger-scale riots in the worst case scenario. In other words, online
Navi Mumbai is likely to fall, and subsequently, Online Hardness is likely to be 'annihilated' and lose all its online territory."
"Ding dong!" With a sound, Singer's spoon fell onto the dinner plate.
"...The emergency closed-door meeting in New Delhi has not ended yet, but some professionals have analyzed that offline intervention will not have any effect. This is a purely 'commercial behavior' between operating agents and is in line with Canaan's game.
Rules. Out of huge practical interests, operating agents will not spit out the hardness of the national server they have invaded. If the established fact is caused, it will be irreversible!"
"What, are we going to be 'annihilated'?"
The big landowner put down his dinner plate and asked seriously.
Singer hesitated and found it difficult to answer.
"...Who will be responsible for the current situation? Canaan Hardness Company is the first to be blamed!"
"...They didn't pay enough attention from the beginning. During the critical period of fighting for the game quota, dereliction of duty, insensitivity, and bureaucracy resulted in the fifth largest economy with a population of 1.4 billion, only getting 15,000
Thousands of players qualified.”
"The last thing is corruption. The fifteen thousand player qualifications were not allocated to the most suitable people. They were either sold at a high price, were embezzled, or were obtained by opportunistic means by some people who have no sense of morality and responsibility."
"All of these people eventually transferred to other operating agencies, and out of the 15,000 players, there were only less than 10,000 left to guard our online territory... Only less than 10,000."
Singer felt the eyes of the big landowner burning like fire.
"Are you the traitor mentioned above?"
Singer: "I..."
"Take your filth and get out of my house!"
"It's not what you think, listen to me..."
"You traitor and spy, haven't you heard that we are all going to be 'annihilated'?"
"That's just a game, virtual, not real."
"...Uh, isn't the hardness invaded?"
"No, no, it's just a game, just a game."
"Damn it, I really don't understand why we are so serious about a game made by the Chinese. We have a lot of talents, our IT industry is number one in the world, and we have the greatest programmers in the world. How can we not develop a game that can compete with the Chinese?
A competitive game?”
Singer: "..."
"Turn off that damn TV. From now on, I don't want to hear anything about this Chinese game... If you ask me, Hardness should ban it, right, just like it did before, are you right?
"
"...Yes, yes, you are absolutely right."
What else could Singer say except nod wildly?
This meal was so frightening that after finally dealing with this local snake, Singer's legs were weak when he came out of his house.
He knew that this was a big event, and it seemed like there was no way he could escape this time.
The hardcore national server is going to be wiped off the game map, and people like him are the best scapegoats.
Yes, there is no more suitable candidate than him.
What to do, this small village can't protect his safety, he can only leave, leave as soon as possible.
Back home, I hurriedly went online.
The game time has arrived in the afternoon and is approaching dusk. For the hardness national server, this is a big deal, but in the Chinese national server, there is no trouble at all.
The time for the gang family reunion is coming soon. Except for those who are too far away to make it back, most of the gang members have returned to the temporary gang station.
A huge fire was lit in the center of the station square. More than a hundred people were sitting around the fire, drinking and chatting. Experience points were given out every ten meters, and there were gang activities, contributions, points, etc.
It is relatively symptomatic to increase the bonding force between the national server and the gang in this way, but only the Chinese national server has such generosity, and other national servers do not need to think about it.
After hearing his dilemma, the Forever Alliance was also very anxious and came up with the idea of trying to immigrate to other places first and then find a way to obtain a work visa later.
Singer also pays this attention, but his connections in this area are very shallow. Most of the people he knows are Chinese players. The few hardcore players are all 'traitors' like him. This will be all mud.
A Bodhisattva crossing a river cannot save himself.
"Is the situation in the hard-core national server really that bad?" asked a person sitting next to him.
"...Besieged by seven or eight national server players, I guess I won't be able to hold on for long." Singer answered bitterly.
"Are they all in national uniforms? Are they so ruthless? In reality, we might have to break off our relationship, right?"
More than that!
Singer wanted to say.
All it takes is a real person pk, alas.
After listening to the several national costumes mentioned by Singer, the man suddenly realized and said bluntly, no wonder, they are all your enemies. How come the relationship between you and your neighbors is so bad, and none of them are good?
What Singer could say was a wry smile.
The Forever Alliance member was very enthusiastic. He knew many players in the international server and helped Singer inquire about contacts. He also mobilized his cousin, Mrs. Helper Pig, to help. Finally, he found a way out before the gang gathering time ended.
"Maozi?"
"They are the only ones left. The relationship with you is pretty good. The work visa may be granted..."
"Is the third child okay?"
"No problem, no problem!" Singer said quickly, "As long as we can leave the hardness as soon as possible."
"That's good, did I reply to my friend?" Mrs. Pig was very enthusiastic about helping, and Singer was grateful. It was just a small thing for her, and she helped casually, but for Singer, it was a big deal.
thing.
It's too dangerous to stay in Hardness any longer.
The subsequent development was as expected.
Before Maozi's work visa could be issued, the small village was "humanized". That night, a large group of radicals from New Delhi blocked the entrance and exit of the village, demanding that the village toughen him as a traitor.
Come out for adultery.
At this time, while Singh was still on the line, the big landowner came forward and mobilized the villagers to drive these people away.
At the same time, the news that the hardness national server was about to be ‘annihilated’ also made headlines in various media outlets.
The melon-eating crowd was having fun watching the fun. On Twitter, under the ridicule, ridicule, and joking from various countries, many hard-duty Internet celebrities were furious. No matter how hard they spoke, they couldn't stand it anymore. They blamed this and that, and they were blamed for everything.
Those who were called one after another sat on the crater of a volcano that was about to erupt, and tried to save themselves.
What follows is all kinds of shirking of responsibilities, all kinds of scapegoating, and all kinds of conspiracy theories, but the spiritual victory method is not easy to use at this time. The national uniform is about to be destroyed. The iron-clad facts cannot be said in vain?
Hardcore players began to come under pressure, especially the "traitors" who transferred their game status to other national servers. Every one of them was "human fleshed out", and everyone shouted and beat them, and the crowd was furious.
But this is not the time to hold people accountable. How can we save the national server, or simply quit and avoid such extreme humiliation?
There is a quarrel in the country about hardness, and there are many people who support quitting the national server before it is destroyed. Their fragile and proud "self-esteem" does not allow them to watch the national server be eliminated. Taking the initiative to withdraw seems to be a way to save face?
Reasonable people strongly criticize this kind of "self-destruction" and "hiding one's ears and stealing the bell" views. As the whole world is catching up with this trend, doing so is undoubtedly self-exile outside the trend of the times.
Since we can't quit, we have to find a way to save it, but...the several operating agents who are encroaching on the territory of the national server have no intention of letting go. No matter how they protest or how they threaten, it won't work.
"Canaan has Canaan's game rules. Some national servers try to use offline influence and measures to influence our online measures that are in line with the rules of the game and legitimately seek reasonable and legitimate interests. It is in vain!"
"Here, we want to advise them that we have major interests and concerns in Canaan. No threats or pressure can make us give up. Canaan must return to Canaan, or let them seek solutions to the problem within the framework of the rules of the game.
Find a way, this is the only way and the only possibility."
Such an announcement naturally made everyone in the Hardness National Server furious.
These robbers, invaders!
It really didn't work out, so I had no choice but to compromise with my old opponent (who I had chosen) on certain issues.
The parent company of Canaan wanted to consider the consequences of the destruction of the Hardness National Server, so it received a request for help, but after a little consideration, it readily agreed.
"What, participating in a hard-core national server battle?"
"Do they have money?"
"National service guarantee?"
"Lao San, Lao San, you can go back and join the war now, haha..."
The pressure on Singer finally eased a little, and he didn't know what to say for a while.
