97th Street is located in the western part of Boulder City, where sewage flows, the air is foul, and the dilapidated buildings are crowded, often criticized by nearby citizens as "crow's nest". 14

Due to its proximity to the giant wall, the inhabitants of this area can only enjoy the morning and noon sun. 1

At dusk, the streets are shrouded in the shadow of the walls. 3

Objectively speaking, if you ignore the lighting, life here is still much better than the slums outside the giant wall.

Most of the people who live here are workers from nearby factories.

Unless there are local residents, few people want to come near here.

There's almost no entertainment here, and almost no one shops in the middle of a bunch of poor ghosts. 7

People who have jobs need to work 16 hours and fall asleep when they get home, and people who don't have jobs won't take a chip out of their pockets to spend even if they stay all day.

But not without exceptions.

On the border with the industrial area, there is a beer hall called "Walnut". Its signature sign is the pile of empty walnut barrels at the door. 5

These barrels are small enough to be used as tables or benches, and can even be used to deal with hygiene problems. 10

At the end of the day, when workers pass by, they occasionally pull out a chip for the foreman's prize, drink a cheap draft beer, forget the worries of the day and go home.

Some unemployed workers also come here to spend the whole day.

It's a bit of a bag, but it's good to smell a beer or take two puffs of secondhand smoke.

Anyway, it's better than sitting at home and listening to the yellow-faced woman sigh and talk about the life that can't go on. 8

Since almost no mercenaries will come here, and out-of-town travelers and merchants will not approach the West End at all.

Over time, it became a club for the workers of Boulder City.

Not only do people drink, but they also get together in groups to discuss some of the parents' shortcomings or gossip.

Especially the gossip in the factory area. 1

Of course, what people are most looking forward to is hearing about which factory is short of workers, but this has not happened for a long time.

An unemployed worker with a scruffy beard suddenly spoke.

“…… Why don't we become mercenaries? ”

Like him, the workers who had been fired from the cannery glanced at him.

"Have you ever touched a gun?" 1

"No, but I've heard it's not that hard, turn on the safe, aim the gun, and pull the trigger to shoot the hot metal shards into the corpse nibler's head." The bearded worker gestured with the broom next to the barrel to shoot the shot, "You see, it's as simple as that."

”7

The crowd burst into laughter.

"The tide will have to wait for next year, it's summer, and your opponent is most likely a predator."

"I've heard that the Liszt caravan is hiring, and they plan to open a new trade route from here to the Great Rift Valley."

"The Great Rift Valley...... I heard that it is in the northernmost part of the province of the river valley. ”

"It's far enough."

Next to the door beam, a group of workers gathered together, taking turns smoking a cigarette butt that was about to burn out. 4

Pers couldn't help but take an extra puff, and when he found that everyone was staring at him, he quickly gave the cigarette in his hand to his next friend. 4

Taking the cigarette butt and taking a puff, Peake, who had a bandage wrapped around his arm, suddenly spoke.

"Speaking of which, why haven't you seen Kent lately?"

"I don't know, he took us around the city hall last time, and it was so relieving to see those well-dressed bastards turn pale with fright!" 1

"It would be nice to do it again sometime."

They don't have anything else to do anyway, so maybe they can mix up some benefits by going to the streets.

At this time, the pot-bellied tavern owner, holding a huge wooden frame, walked out of the utility room next to the tavern.

His name was Tang, and it was a very short word with only one syllable in Renlian. 1

Looking at this group of poor ghosts who had nothing to do, Don couldn't help but complain. 1

"How long are you going to spend time here? Can't you get a job if you don't have money? ”1

The worker who was smoking a cigarette said with a smile.

"We want to work too, do you have a cleaner here, or a waiter? Miscellaneous? ”

Tang smiled and said unceremoniously.

"Why should I recruit someone who wants to have no breasts and no breasts, and who wants to fart. Shares don't fart. The big men of the stock do miscellaneous. ”9

Another man with five big and three thick raised his hand and said with a hippie smile.

"Is that a trick to recruit the boss lady? I'll sign up. ”3

"." Tang scolded and scolded.

The Walnut Tavern hasn't had a good time lately either.

There are more and more poor ghosts, and even cigarette butts have to be smoked by different people, let alone take out their chips to buy alcohol.

Sperger suddenly found that the old girl who had helped pour the wine and the boy who was doing chores had actually been fired.

Now even this kind of manual work is done by the boss himself.

In the past, this fat pig sat behind the bar and dozed off and was lazy.

At this time, Sperger noticed the wooden frame in his hand and the pile of paper contained in the wooden frame, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"What is this?"

"Daily Survivor." Don didn't say much, and moved it into the tavern with a sigh.

Survivor Daily?

Everyone looked at each other, they had never heard of this name.

Of course, it could also be because they don't read newspapers.

Although most of the workers are literate, they basically only know a few words, and they can probably understand the level of equipment operation manuals and recruitment revelations.

Workers who can afford newspapers will not have time to read them. 2

Reading books and newspapers is a pastime that only people who sit in the office deserve to have. 1

"How much does this stuff cost?"

"You don't need money, you can look at it casually, but you can't take it away." Don said impatiently.

The newspapers are provided free of charge by the Daily Survivor newspaper and come with a case of Nuka-Cola each month. 1

Anyway, the area is not large, and it can be used as a pastime for drunkards, and in line with the principle of taking advantage of it and not taking advantage of it, he brought it back.

"Don't want money?!"

When the people heard this, they were shocked.

And this good thing? 2

What's even more incredible to them is that this is actually said by this iron rooster who doesn't pull out a hair.

Spirger walked up, took a newspaper from the wooden frame, and unfolded it in his hand.

Pique, who was smoking, also threw away the cigarette butt in his hand that had finally burned out, and curiously leaned in to watch.

“……”

"The negotiations between the town hall and the new coalition authorities are going well, and the 200 million aid loan will be a win-win situation for both parties...... What is Win-Win? ”7

"I just want to smash the factory of the new alliance! Throw the rags they produce out of the walls! ”5

"But it doesn't seem bad to be their creditors...... The Kate textile factory resumed work, and according to this newspaper, it was because it received an order worth millions of chips. ”

"Alyssa has lost a Southern Shorthair, and if anyone sees it, please contact the address in the newspaper for 25 chips...... Eliza...... It's a familiar name. ”3

"I remembered...... It's the youngest daughter of President Malvern! ”

There is no entertainment industry in Boulder City, let alone celebrities, and the top brands of the Queen of the Night Bar and the families of dignitaries are the objects of gossip of most ordinary people. 3

Naturally, everyone will be familiar with President Malvern, after all, there is only one bank in Boulder City.

As soon as they heard the name of this adult, everyone immediately came back to their senses, and their eyes showed envy.

“…… It's actually the daughter of the president's family. ”

"If anyone can marry her, they won't have to worry about it in the next life." 3

"Stop dreaming, it's not dark yet." 2

"25 chips to find a cat...... It's enough to change to a nutritional paste for 25 kilograms! Do these people have a lot of money and have nowhere to spend it? ”2

"You know, I think it's cheap!"

"Hey, it's nice to be rich......"

The crowd gathered in front of the newspaper was full of discussions.

Although the reward of 25 chips was eye-catching, no one set out to look for it.

Boulder City is so big, where are they going to find a cat? 3

Not to mention whether the cat is still in the giant wall or not is a problem.

The crowd talked excitedly about gossip, while Sperger's attention was on the last line of the newspaper.

[We are committed to creating a newspaper that serves all survivors, if you see this newspaper on a public newsstand, please leave your valuable suggestions on it, we will use it as a reference after recycling.] 】

A newspaper for all survivors?

Scold.

It's really unusual.

Although everyone is a survivor and lives in the same wasteland, Sperger can vaguely feel that people are different. 3

Some people are born with a golden spoon in their mouths, and some are born to live like cockroaches. 9

Like that Miss Elisa.

What is the wasteland like, does it have a lot to do with her?

She'd probably never seen a nourishing paste, let alone tasted it. 11

After hesitating for a moment, Sperger finally borrowed a pen from his boss and wrote at the bottom of the newspaper.

"We're interested in what the town hall is doing."

"I'm frustrated by the president's cat, and 25 chips are my ten days' salary when I still have a job." 1

“…… If only you could publish more information about your work. ”1

"Have a great day."

Having written these words, he returned the pen to the tavernkeeper.

At this time, Sperger suddenly remembered that the newspaper mentioned that ten empty Coke bottles could be exchanged for one newspaper to take home.

He couldn't help but think in his heart, or maybe when it was completely dark, he would go to the bar street to pick up empty Coke bottles.

It's good to change a newspaper and bring it home to give my son literacy, at least it won't look like he's wasted all day...... 7

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……

It's not just Spurg who has similar ideas.

In the past two days, around the taverns in Boulder City, there have been many "scavengers" picking up empty bottles.

10 empty Coke bottles can be exchanged for a copy of the Daily Survivor, even if you don't need to look at it, you can take it home to pad the table or make the bed. 3

As for where this "Daily Survivor" came from, no one has paid attention.

After all, it has just released its first issue, and its popularity is too small.

The factory owners, chamber of commerce owners, and city hall officials in Boulder City are unlikely to notice...... 2

That night.

With a radiant expression, President Malvern returned to his mansion on the edge of the inner floor.

Negotiations with the Lord of Dawn went well, and the other party came up with a beautiful purchase list, which included a large number of building materials, textiles, and food.

This will create at least 50,000 jobs for Boulder City and solve the problem of food and clothing for nearly 100,000 people.

By this time next year, Boulder City's GDP will reach a new high! 5

And the interest repaid by the new alliance and the influx of raw materials from the northern suburbs will give the factories in the industrial zone a new life!

The most gratifying thing for Malvern is that many factories have recently started to take out loans from him.

Someone borrows money for consumption, and naturally someone is willing to borrow money to expand production, and his bank can make money from both ends. 1

And there is almost no risk of bad debts!

Boulder City has entered a new cycle, and it seems that he has seen the dawn of economic recovery! 5

"It seems that you are in a good mood today, did you encounter something good?" Madame took the coat from his hand.

"Of course," said Malvern with a fluttering brow, "after so many days of pulling the skin, the negotiations have finally ended, and the representatives of the new alliance have signed the agreement, and our relationship with the new alliance will enter a new chapter from now on!" ”

The progress of the negotiations, although full of twists and turns, was thanks to his resourcefulness at the negotiating table, which firmly held the pace of the negotiations in his hands, and finally forced the representatives of the new coalition to make concessions and the two sides to agree. 6

"But...... Is it really okay to lend money to those hillbillies? Madame's expression was a little worried. 6

In her opinion, the people outside the walls were either vulgar mercenaries, scruffy scavengers, or raiders.

She had a hard time believing those people.

Even those people who looked at her too much would give her goosebumps all over her body and feel physically uncomfortable. 8

Malvern had a confident smile on his face.

"What's the problem? They have copper mines, farmland, and large forests...... I even wish the hillbillies had borrowed more. ”1

"Debt will make them our slaves, which is much better than shackles." 18

At this time, he suddenly noticed the newspaper on the table.

On the front page of the newspaper, the news was that the negotiations were going well.

Malvin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows curiously.

Negotiations have just ended today, and representatives of the new alliance reluctantly signed the loan agreement two hours ago, before both sides have had time to make an official announcement. 1

How did this little-known newspaper guess that it would be possible to negotiate today? 1

Meng's pretty accurate.

It couldn't have been printed a few hours ago.

"What is this?"

"Daily Survivor."

Alyssa, who was sitting on the sofa, was gently petting the cat in her arms, and after hearing her father's inquiry, she raised her head and replied softly. 3

"Do we have a subscription to this newspaper at home?" Malvern asked, confused.

Alyssa shook her head slightly.

"No, but I think it's interesting...... Didn't I lose a cat before? ”

Malvin couldn't remember which one, his daughter had too many cats. 3

Seeing that her father didn't seem to remember this, Alyssa continued softly.

"At that time, you told me that you had already instructed the butler to go to the tavern to post a notice to find the cat, and it would not be long before a mercenary would help me bring it back."

"Seems to be there...... And then? Malvern couldn't help but look a little embarrassed.

It seems that the cat has not been recovered, and he has broken his promise in front of his daughter.

However, the sensible Alyssa did not blame him, and continued in a gentle tone.

"Later, the mercenary did not show up, but the newspaper found me through the cat search notice in the tavern, saying that they could put an advertisement in the newspaper for me for free, as long as I found Xiao Hei, I was willing to write a thank you letter for them." 5

Malvern smiled after listening.

Is this trying to use his daughter's fame to make the newspaper famous?

These people are quite business-minded.

In the upper class of Boulder City, his daughter's name is much more expensive than a few chips.

However, this kind of trivial matter is not worth worrying about, he just cares about his daughter.

"If only I could find it."

"yes."

Stroking the kitten in her arms, Alyssa's eyes filled with sorrow, "I'm really worried about whether it will be hungry." ”19

……

At the same time.

A single building not far from the warehouse area has a plaque reading "Voice of the Alliance" hanging at the door. 1

Judging by the brand-new nail, the sign must have just been hung up.

Unlike the desertion at the door, the newspaper office is busy at the moment.

In particular, Hal, who is the president of the newspaper, has never stopped from morning to evening, and he can't wait to divide himself into two people. 7

In fact, it is.

Since the newspaper had just been established and was short of manpower, he had to wear many hats, taking care of both the content and layout of the newspaper, as well as the newspaper's contact with the outside world. 1

As for why this happened, it has to start with that afternoon three days ago.

According to the instructions of the manager, the new alliance needs its own voice. 2

However, due to the lack of staff in the New Alliance's office in Boulder City, Shuyu and Luka discussed that this significant task fell to Hal. 3

Hal was flattered by the trust of the new alliance.

Although he also wanted to repay these people for saving their lives and taking them in, and prove his ability, he had never run a newspaper after all, and he didn't even know what a newspaper was.

Fortunately, that Shuyu didn't really dump all the work on him, but went to the talent market for him to find a few employees who had worked in "The Voice of Boulder City", which made him busy, but not in a hurry. 1

The Daily Survivor was their first product, and it was distributed mainly in the outer cities of Boulder.

The first issue was printed in 1,200 copies, which were placed in pubs, grocery stores and mobile vendors with relatively low consumption levels. 1

These newspapers are printed in the local printing house in Boulder City, and the factory cost of each newspaper is about 0.5 chips for a print run of less than 10,000 copies. 6

If you count labor, rent, water and electricity together, their expenses for the whole day today will reach thousands of chips.

As for income, don't think about it for now.

These newspapers are offered almost free of charge to those partners.

The retail price of each newspaper is one chip, and if it is sold, minus the profits belonging to the partners, they can recover the cost of printing the newspaper at most.

And in order to promote these newspapers, they also hitched fifty-six cases of nuclear coke!

But it's worth it.

In a meeting room on the second floor of the newspaper, Hal gathered the paper's only six editors to compile the suggestions left by readers in the paper and discuss the next issue.

At this time, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and a staff member walked in hurriedly.

"Good news! Half of the 1,200 newspapers were sold! ”

Hearing this, many people at the conference table frowned, and their faces showed joy.

Half of it was sold when it was readily available, which was quite good for a new newspaper that was not well known.

At least there is nothing wrong with their content.

The staff member paused for a moment and continued.

“…… The bad news is that we didn't make a penny, only 120 chips and more than 3,000 empty bottles. ”

Hearing the second half of the sentence, the editors sitting at the conference table glanced at each other.

“…… Maybe you can make a profit by selling these bottles. One of the editors glanced at the newspaper director and whispered a proposal. 1

It's not easy to find a job these days. 1

In particular, newspapers are not necessities.

He was really worried that the job he had so hard found would be gone.

Seeing the concerns in everyone's eyes, Hal, who was sitting at the conference table, stood up and cheered everyone on in an enthusiastic voice.

"Don't worry about losses, making a profit is not our goal! There is only one thing we have to do now, and that is to make a name for ourselves as quickly as possible! ”3

"I've just carefully studied the feedback suggestions, and the title "Survivor Daily" is still too general and the content is not targeted enough!" 4

"People sitting in offices won't be interested in which factory's assembly line is short of people, and the workers in Boulder City won't care what the Queen of the Night's top brand wears today." 3

"I think that in addition to the "Survivor Daily", we should also set up different sub-magazines such as "Workers Daily", "Citizen Daily", "Playboy Daily" and so on, and put different content for different customer groups!" 25

"Since "Voice of Megalith" has occupied the upper class of Megalith, UU reads books, then we will go to the fields they have not set foot in and open up new battlefields!" 5

As he said these words, Hal felt every cell in his body boil, and his eyes flashed with excitement and ambition. 3

If this plan can be realized, the newspaper he founded will occupy every minute after the tea and dinner of the residents of Boulder City, and the words he wrote will be read by hundreds of thousands of people over and over again.

And he will become the "uncrowned king" of the city! 7

It was the first time he had encountered something so exciting after being away from home for so long.

Listening to him draw this amazing blueprint, everyone's faces showed surprised expressions.

One editor couldn't help but ask.

"Do we have that much budget?"

Hal said firmly.

“…… There's always a way! Didn't our boss say that? The alliance will not skimp on investment in the cultural industry! ”

"What's more, we just got a loan of 200 million chips, so there must be somewhere to spend this money, right?" 54

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