Tourists from international servers, especially those from European and American national servers, are more... developed than tourists from Chinese national servers.
How to say?
It should be said.
Just like when tourists in the American national server came online, all walks of life were quickly formed. Those who made taverns, hotels, materials purchase, primary processing, human resources intermediaries, etc. Anyway, tourists can
The industries he got involved in were quickly occupied, and he quickly became the property owner in the game.
Other tourists form employment relationships with them that are similar to reality. The national server also encourages this kind of behavior, and also creates 'high-level' organizations that are not found in the Chinese national server, such as various guilds, various gameplay consultations, training groups, and various
It has little to do with game content, but guild organizations that address the various needs of tourists, etc.
Money is water, and when floods flood the land, all things naturally become more expensive. Correspondingly, the price of human resources also soars again and again.
For tourists like Anderson, he does not need to go to great lengths to find tasks or chance opportunities. Naturally, there are relevant guilds, information companies, human resources agencies, etc. to make arrangements for them. These institutions are open to business, but they are not recognized by the system.
That’s all.
The Chinese national server also has institutions, but they are more rooted in certain resources, certain gameplay, and certain industries. After the tossing of the first few tests, each one is relatively low-key, and generally uses players and tourists as white gloves.
, embedded in the game narrative and content, is not so blatant.
In a word, the privatization, service and financial industries of the United States have surpassed those of China, showing a growing momentum.
The human resources of tourists are well arranged by the invisible hand of the market. Every tourist does not need to do anything. Someone will naturally tell him what to do.
Chinese tourists are still in a state of herding sheep, and the gameplay and game awareness are closer to the players. The direction of the national server guidance is to cut off from reality, rather than introducing realistic things.
Which of the two development directions is more effective remains to be tested by time.
For now, the American national server still has more control over tourists than the Chinese national server.
There is no mandatory agreement for tourists to sign in the American national server, but domestic tourists are still firmly controlled. Not only that, its degree of freedom and privatization also attract many non-European and American players and tourists, and gradually
Showing the momentum of catching up.
This Tourist Guild is a kind of "high-level organization" that has little to do with game content. It competes with the North Micana Business Group Company offline and the national server online.
It was initiated by the wealthy class among tourists. All tourists can become its members, but they have to pay a fee. The routine is the same as in reality. Since its birth, it has caused trouble for the national server.
"Listen man, conspiracy theories have been around before and they're not going away in the future!"
After listening to Anderson's concerns, Joey stood up and closed the door, sat down and put his arms around his shoulders, saying with some seriousness, "Then we don't do anything? Can you give up your status as a tourist?"
"But we can unite to fight them."
"Who are you fighting with? Come, don't be naive, man, no one is on our side this time."
"But you are a tourist guild. You should protect our interests instead of siding with the national server and the capitalists."
"So?" Joey spread his hands, "Where are the tourists you mentioned? Apart from you?"
"I don't believe it, I'm the only one who thinks something is wrong!" Anderson shouted: "I don't want to move, I don't want to leave the community where my ancestors have lived for generations, I..."
"Then you reject them, as long as you can afford the price of rejection."
Anderson opened his mouth.
"Let me calculate the price you will pay. First, you have violated the tourist agreement, and you will be involved in a long lawsuit. Second, the national server will not target you, but your online income will be greatly affected.
With a big impact, no one will hire you, and you can only find opportunities by yourself. Third, people in your community will reject you. Believe me, they can do it. Then you can’t make mistakes because you have no more mistakes to make.
capital, they will keep an eye on you and use your fate to warn others.”
"Soon, you'll have nothing, and you'll still have to move out, but you'll be evicted from your home after bankruptcy."
"The court will rule next. There is no doubt that you will lose your tourist status, and then you will become a homeless person, living with drug addicts, bankrupts, illegal immigrants... Tell me, Anderson, you can afford this
The price?"
Anderson remained silent.
"Yes, there are many tourists who have found the guild, and the guild is also obliged to help you fight for your rights, but... this time is different, man, they are serious and will not allow you to resist. They will use everything, the whole world
The power to suppress different voices, we have no chance, no."
"Damn it, what conspiracy are they carrying out?"
"Well……"
"Tell me Joey, for old time's sake."
"Okay, do you know about the eternal life plan?"
"I knew it, I knew it..."
"Don't worry, this is not a bad thing. The big capitalists and old men have a chance, and we also have a chance. There are more than 300 million people in the country. Even if the world ends and we board a spaceship, we can still get a ticket."
"You mean..."
"I didn't say anything. It is a city of angels. We want to cheer, sing, and praise, but we should not question it... Let's change the angle, man, since you can't resist, just join. No matter what the conspiracy is, big
Guys always need someone to serve them."
"These vampires!"
"They are really vampires, vampires lying in coffins who are about to gain immortality."
"Damn it!"
"The real world is so cruel."
"I know, Joey, thank you for telling me this."
"Don't say that, we are friends, right? We've known each other for a long time. I'm tired of logging."
"Tired of logging!"
The two laughed, fist-bumped and hugged, and then Joey put his arm around Anderson's shoulders and sent him out of the office.
"When will the national server be notified of moving out?"
"tomorrow"
"Then I won't see you off."
"Well, when are you moving?"
"At the end of the day, you don't know how busy I am, with guys like you every day, Farke."
"Ha ha……"
After seeing Anderson off, Joey returned to the office, took out a roster, found Anderson's name, and ticked the back.
After thinking about it, I put an uncertain question mark behind the check mark.
At this time, the charming secretary knocked on the open office door and pouted outside.
"Damn it!"
Joey cursed and put the roster back, slamming the drawer shut. The second visitor had already entered.
"Hi, Sura, long time no see, how are you?"
"That's not good at all, Mr. Joy, I'm here to ask for help."
"Let's sit down and talk."
In this way, a busy day of work begins with each visitor.
On the other side, Anderson left the guild, got on a public carriage, and headed to the West City where his workplace was.
There are both passengers and players on the carriage, and the two are clearly separated. The players are dismissive of the tourists, looking at the arrogance of country people, while the tourists deliberately ignore the players, treating them as nothing, and they go their separate ways, with no one paying attention to them.
Players have various private channels, and tourists cannot hear what they say. In order not to suffer a disadvantage, tourists do not speak on such occasions, just like "disabled people" taboo to show their "disability" in front of able-bodied people, which is very interesting.
The city is very big, and relying on your legs alone is a waste of time and inefficient. Many national servers have begun to provide basic services such as public transportation. On the one hand, it solves the employment problem of some tourists, and on the other hand, it also embodies the 'people-oriented' policy of the national server.
care.
Players pay to ride the public carriage, but tourists are free, at least in the North American server.
The Tourist Association led people like Anderson to fight for this unearned right. This alone has saved a large number of tourists a lot of commuting time and expenses.
Time online is equivalent to money, which in disguise also increases tourists’ income.
However, tourists’ online time is also limited due to various offline concerns and public opinions. People who are online 24 hours a day are like corpses in reality. In this regard, the Chinese national server does not have it, which is exactly the opposite of Omi.
Coming here, it sounds amazing.
It took half an hour to reach the destination, and when I got off the bus in a block that had not yet been named, I was greeted by a group of non-players and non-tourist aboriginal NPCs.
Anderson saw the priest NPC accompanying him and quickly stepped aside.
The surrounding tourists also gave way. This attitude of avoiding snakes and scorpions shows that they are afraid of NPC clergy.
Let's put it this way, tourists can make trouble with the national server and compete with players for various resources and benefits, but they dare not stab NPC clergy.
Guys who do this will have a miserable end. At the very least, they will be thrown into the prison of the church and suffer enough. At the worst, they will be tried by the church for blasphemy. The most serious end is... burned at the stake.
Tourists who die in this way will permanently lose the opportunity to be resurrected (the system gods will not help them resurrect), and thus lose their qualifications as tourists.
There is nothing the national server can do about this, because this is the content of the public server and symbolizes the highest rights of the system.
The situation for players is just the opposite. Few players really care about NPCs. Even the legendary highest NPC, the Duke of Normandy, doesn't have much respect and only uses other NPCs.
The system shows its harshness towards tourists at every turn, causing widespread criticism from tourists regardless of nationality.
Anderson's workplace is nearby, which happens to be the same destination as the pair of aboriginal NPCs, an inn.
When we arrived, the player boss Wilson was busy settling down the aboriginal NPCs, and was especially careful with the NPC clergy for fear of offending them.
"Anderson, quickly, go to the kitchen to help."
"Okay, boss!"
Players and tourists can visit NPC shops, and NPCs can naturally take care of their business. This group of aboriginal NPCs is sent to the public server from nearby settlements. There are many such settlements in the territory of the national server, and there are often
Anderson was not surprised to encounter such a migratory team.
Several tourist colleagues were already busy beside the stove in the kitchen. Anderson, under the instruction of the squad leader, picked up a heavy wooden barrel and put it on the cart outside the kitchen.
With more than a dozen wooden barrels piled high, he set out with an assistant, creaking along the narrow path towards the city wall not far away.
"Hey Anderson, are you a little late today?"
The NPC guard on the city wall greeted him from a distance. Anderson quickly stopped the cart, smiled and bowed slightly to the NPC on the city wall, "I'm quite busy today, Master William!"
City guard William nodded and waved for him to pass.
As a tourist, you must not offend such a famous and intelligent NPC. The opponent is also the captain of the city guard, and there are many ways to make things difficult for him.
In the rules of the system, tourists are just civilians, and their 'status' is far lower than that of the other party. This is the system's narrative, and it is best to integrate and abide by it, otherwise he will be the one who suffers.
It's fucked up to say the least. Players can easily improve their status through meritorious deeds, and can be ranked above intelligent NPCs through the mission and reputation system. Visitors can only change their 'origins' through donations, and huge donations, otherwise they will never change their 'origins'.
It's a head lower than them, but at this stage, there are tourists who spend huge sums of money on these 'insignificant' details.
In the small river outside the city, Anderson struggled to fetch a bucket of water. He lost his balance and almost fell into the river.
Not far away, two goblins wandered over. Perhaps seeing that these two humans were easier to move, they rushed over waving their ridiculous sticks.
Two thick crossbow arrows were fired from the wall behind him, scaring the goblins away.
"I really wish I was a player too!" said a fellow tourist who was traveling with me.
Yes, if you are a player, this is money and experience delivered to your door.
There was a shortage of monsters in the national server, so these two blind goblins were quickly picked up by players passing by. Seeing the players skinning and cramping the goblins and using them without any waste, Anderson was very envious.
"There are more and more monsters in the national server." Anderson heard a passing player say.
"I heard it was exchanged with the system?"
"It's still not enough. We shouldn't have opened the server in a place like this in the first place. We could only become bandits..."
"Shh~, don't talk nonsense."
"What are you afraid of? You're just a tourist...after level 20, you can only go to the Chinese national server to work?"
"Chinese players are not easy to mess with."
"Otherwise, go to the public server. The national server has no resources."
"Let's take a look again."
"By the way, has your relocation order been issued?"
"Well, I am the day after tomorrow, and the whole family will move here together."
After fetching water and pushing the heavy cart, Anderson and his companions followed the group of players and staggered into the city gate.
"The weather will be nice tomorrow, right?"
William, the city guard, was in a good mood and shouted to the people below the city.
"Boss William, do you have a mission?"
The players from the returning team took advantage of every opportunity to ask questions.
Behind him, Anderson struggled to push the water cart. Because the player blocked the way, he had to stop and wait.
The sun sets in the west, and under the red-burnt clouds all over the sky, it looks like a rich oil painting.
