“…… Hello, dear listeners, I am your dearest Mr. House. When I heard that the Daily Survivor had been shut down, I had expected that one day those people who were full of nonsense would finally shut their mouths! Of course, I don't care, after all, they have never shaken the ratings of Mr. House's channel! People will always be on the right side, thank you for your unwavering support and choice! ”

"Praise again to the lord of the city, and to the inhabitants of the inner city who have given us bread, water, and food...... Oh, it's all to blame on that idiot named Howl, I almost put the most important thing last! If it weren't for the great Inner City Research Institute to improve the synthesis process and eating standards of nutritional paste, there would not be 1 chip and 1 kilogram of nutrition...... Yes, the good news is that the paste is getting cheaper again, and the bread will be cheaper soon, and soon you'll all be able to afford it, Mr. House assured you! ”

"It's a pity that our neighbors don't have that kind of good life, and they have won a dishonorable war by dishonorable means without declaring war on each other, and the righteous punishment of heaven has soon befallen their heads. The League is heavily in debt, owing us not only a lot of money, but also a lot of money to the Ideal City, for which they have not been humiliated by allowing the residents of the Ideal City to build a 20-story building on their site...... Tsk, it's taller than the manager's house, but then again, does the gopher in the hole have its own house? ”

"Anyway, remember to close the doors and windows tonight, because those poor ghosts will probably be wasting ammunition into the sky in a frenzy of impotence and fizzling, crackling and putting some ear-blowing stuff in the air. Stick your head out casually and be careful of being smashed by falling bullet casings. In addition, today all the factories of the Union are closed, and everyone there has lost their jobs and can only wander the streets with nothing to do, picking up the leftover cigarette butts of the residents of the shelter...... The poor northern suburbs will once again become a paradise for marauders, where there are too many poor ghosts and outcasts, and you better not go out casually. ”

"Wait and see, they'll be finished next year!"

"And we are eternally young!"

The day of the triumphal celebration.

Today's radio on the streets is particularly loud, and this also adds a little festive atmosphere to Boulder City, which has never been affected by war.

Mr. House spent about half an hour and his audience figuring out the causes and consequences of the war, and how the Bank of Boulder City cleverly borrowed the west wind of the legion, using the debt of 510 million to take advantage of the alliance to vigorously develop heavy industry and military industry, and scavenged the alliance's wool, which changed from being dumped by the alliance for low-end industrial products to being dumped by the alliance in one fell swoop, and dumping it in reverse to the alliance, making the wallet of boulder city bulge and bulge.

After half an hour of explanation, he fully demonstrated that Boulder City was also the victorious side - the uncrowned king of the secret and great!

On the edge of the industrial area, at the entrance of the Walnut Tavern, a group of workers who had just woken up early in the morning gathered.

They didn't care if they won or lost the war, and they didn't expect the old man to reward them with a few chips anyway.

They're all here to catch up.

Although it is all nonsense, the Worker's novel is clearly much more interesting than Mr. House's.

Especially when the story has just been serialized, the poor boy "Doki" in the slum uses the power of awakening to explode a miracle, surprisingly defeating a power armor eroded by slime molds, for which he not only receives a large bounty, a black room card, but also gets the favor of a beautiful aristocratic lady, who falls madly in love with him, although this also leads her fanatical suitor, a militia commander to see him as a thorn in his side.

Although it is a very cliché story, the content is not only cliché or even vulgar, but it is so cool that they can't wait to do something with their hands.

Everyone had already discussed the plot for the rest of the night, and even thought about what Doki's child would call.

Under the eager gaze of his co-workers, the literate Sperger picked up a newspaper from the shelf at the door, cleared his throat and was about to read it.

I found out that it was still yesterday's issue.

"Wait a minute."

Signaling the workers to be calm, Sperger changed a newspaper, frowned, and changed another one, finding that it was still the same.

Eventually, he couldn't help but look at the boss with a broken face.

"Why is it still yesterday?"

Don, who was standing by the door with his arms crossed and watching the joke, sighed.

"You should be glad you can still see yesterday's issue, maybe the guards will come and take it away after a while."

The workers were immediately anxious and hurriedly surrounded him.

"What about the new one?"

"No, even the newspaper office is gone!"

"That'...... What about the novels serialized on it? ”

"Are you stupid? I've said no, they're closed, what do you want? Pick up your cigarette butt and smoke it. Tang scolded and pushed away the workers standing in front of him, he was in a bad mood, because he had been kicked by the guards.

Several workers looked at each other.

“…… Gone? ”

"But why? We're not in anyone's way! A bearded man clenched his fists and muttered in annoyance.

He worked diligently every day, serving as cattle and horses for those factory owners, and there was only this little bit left in his life, why did the old man shut it down?

A worker raised his hand.

"Did anyone go to the city hall with me to find an explanation?"

People looked at each other, but no one said a word.

A few months ago, they dared to go to the town hall to make trouble, but then the situation was completely different from now. At that time, it was to protest against the Union's dumping of cheap industrial products in Boulder City, and the factory owners supported them to make trouble, and the shareholders behind their bosses were the bigwigs of the inner city, which was equivalent to the nobles themselves competing. Even if they kill Duron's idiot, no one will blame them, but will secretly give them a thumbs up.

But now, the aristocracy has reached a consensus, and the factory is reopened, and it is becoming more and more prosperous. The Coalition borrowed a lot of chips from Boulder, and the factory owners got a lot of orders, and the nobles of the inner city made a lot of money, and so did they, all of whom had jobs to support their families.

Life is getting better and better, and now that bread is so expensive, no one wants to lose their job.

Everyone was a little deflated, and then I don't know who muttered.

“…… Then we can always write the rest of the story ourselves. ”

People's eyes gradually brightened, but there were still some concerns.

"Can you write?" The bearded man looked at the young man who had proposed.

The young man blushed and shook his head.

"No...... But you don't have to be able to write before you can write, maybe you can write and write? No one is born to write. ”

"I remember Sperger writing opinion letters to the newspaper! The "Worker's Daily" came later! ”

That was a long time ago!

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Sperger was stunned and said with a smile.

"I ...... I can only read, not write much. ”

A boilermaker smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's okay dude, just follow the story and continue to write, and the guys will come up with ideas for you."

Sperger instinctively wanted to refuse, but looking at those expectant eyes, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Even though he knew it might cause him trouble, he nodded.

"But we'll have to change the name...... Call the Workers' Newspaper. ”

"It's safer that way."

Everyone said with a smile.

"No problem!"

"Call it whatever you want."

"We just want to see the follow-up story!"

It's time to go to the clock.

As the bells rang in the industrial area, the workers gathered at the entrance of the tavern dispersed and walked towards their respective factories.

Walking towards the cannery, Snapger tightened the collar of his old cotton coat and looked at the soot handprints on his shoulders.

Perhaps, it is indeed a good idea to run a "Workers' Daily".

The Union's newspaper office was driven away, but its readers were still here, and if they could collect the old Workers' Newspaper, make a bound book of the serialized stories, and then continue to write the rest of the stories, it would sell out......

At least, it's more promising than working in a cannery.

Sperger's mind grew hot.

After working in Lord Viga's factory all his life, he can't live a life of eating canned food, but if he continues to write the story of "Doki", he may be able to ......

……

It's not just the Boulder City that is lively, just 20 kilometers away, and the Dawn City in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City is also a lively scene.

On the Triumph Square next to North Street, a figure stood in the dark.

More than a third of the entire coalition had gathered here, looking eagerly at the very center of the square.

Others, even if they weren't there, sat in front of the TV or radio, waiting for the managers on stage to speak.

And not even just the inhabitants of the Union.

There are also residents from Boulder City, as well as wastelanders who have traveled from the distant provinces of Luoxia, Jinchuan, and the eastern provinces—and even the easternmost province of the mainland, Yunjian Province, just to see what the legendary ruler really looks like.

Most of the settlements where the shelters run are terrible.

What's so different about this guy......

Looking at the expectant faces in the audience, Chu Guang raised his index finger and nodded to the side of the helmet, turned on the speaker and lifted the mask at the same time.

At that moment, people consciously fell silent.

Restraining the excitement surging in his heart, Chu Guang took a deep breath and kicked off the celebration with a solemn and solemn voice.

“…… Just last month, we were victorious in the war against the barbarians, and the province of Luoxia was at peace for a long time because of our arrival. ”

"We have already cheered for the victory, and we have recognized and rewarded individuals and collectives for their outstanding contributions, and I will not repeat them at this moment. But I still have to thank all of you who are standing here and friends who are sticking to their posts from afar, this is the light we have all ushered in. ”

"Our battlefield is not just in the desert, but also in the forest, in the field, in the factory, in the station, in the eyes of every Union resident...... Our solidarity has forged this invincible chariot, and the spoils of its harvest should belong to everyone who supports it. ”

"We're far from the utopia where we only have to work one hour a day, but from now on everyone can think about how we can get closer to it in their own eight hours. Of course, the road is destined to be difficult, the wasteland will not end on its own, and you cannot expect to lie in bed and figure it all out. ”

"You need to draw knowledge, experience, and lessons from the books of the Age of Prosperity, and think about how you can improve the tools and methods of production, and be kind to all your fellow citizens, and do everything you can to unite them and work with them to create greater miracles, rather than profiting from them by excluding them, dividing them, and opposing them."

"We don't expect from anyone's morality, so we're going to have a set of rules that will become more and more perfect, turning the brutal jungle into an orderly village, and the overgrown wilderness into a farmland for traffic."

"Let the evil, the cowardly, the mean, the cunning, the ugly lose the soil for survival in the competition, and let all the qualities of justice, bravery, honesty, self-respect, and goodness stand out from our society, instead of hoping that men are born to be gentle and humble, or that they are tall among us."

"Not only do we end the earthly wasteland, but we also end the spiritual desolation—the invisible but real wasteland!"

"Victory will be ours in the end!"

"All of us!"

The right application for the call to victory, it seems, is in the speech.

Although Chu Guang didn't deliberately use that talent, when he poured all his enthusiasm and concentration into it, he could clearly see the heat and desire flickering in every pair of pupils.

They have no doubts.

He will deliver on every word he says!

And he also made a vow in his heart -

I will not disappoint those trusting eyes.

“…… That's great! ”

Standing in the crowd, Dolly applauded excitedly, but before she slapped twice, she was held by Fang Chang on the side.

"It's okay when you get your mind, it's only been a few days since you got off the operating table, take it easy." Fang Chang looked at her worriedly and said.

"Don't be so rigid, I'll be fine!" Dolly curled the corners of her lips and said with a fluttering eyebrow, "By the way, cunning Mr. Fang Chang, you're going to lose your job in the Alliance...... Your managers have said it themselves, and they want to deprive the cunning bad guy of the soil for survival. ”

Fang Chang spread his hands helplessly.

"So...... My dear Dolly Investigator, what law of the Alliance has that cunning bad guy you spoken of as Mr. Bad Guy have broken? ”

The conscience of heaven and earth.

He's definitely the most orderly player on the server.

Most players didn't even finish reading the Player's Handbook, but he not only finished reading the Player's Handbook, but also read the Coalition's laws, and even participated in the Coalition's legislation as a Vault dweller.

For example, "Prohibiting Vault dwellers from using the resurrection mechanism to donate their bodies and organs to non-Alliance public institutions for profit" was voted on by him to be included in the Alliance's laws and the Player's Handbook.

If there is no such law, when the number of players goes up, there will always be people who will find this shortcut that can be used to farm money, which will eventually affect the gaming experience of most people.

What money can be made and what money can't be earned, he has a rod and scale in his heart. Even if he is not a picky eater, he will choose his means carefully.

The index finger and thumb touched her chin, and Dolly looked alert and thoughtful.

"I'm thinking about it, and I'll wait until the investigator finds out before I threaten you...... What is a search officer? Guards of the Alliance? ”

Facing the curious gaze, Fang Chang looked away with a weak heart.

"Ahem, it's not...... It's nothing. ”

Worst.

I accidentally scooped my mouth again......

In the remaining time, Chu Guang announced a series of measures, including the "adjustment of the twelve-hour working day to eight hours".

Almost everything is related to people's lives, and at the same time, they are most concerned about things.

The factory owners of the Alliance have made enough profits, and now it is time to give back a portion of the profits to the residents of the Alliance.

If they don't want to—

The Union would rather they get out of here and go to the neighbors!

Just as Chu Guang was announcing the future arrangements in a loud voice, Li Szt, who was standing in the audience, was staring at him intently, and the emotions flashing in his eyes were indescribably complicated.

The alliance didn't actually take much of his interests.

Even if the minimum wage was raised from 1 silver to 2 silver coins, it would not have any effect on his Liszt factory, and he had long ago raised the hourly wage of the workers to 4 silver coins, and the hourly wage of the technicians was more than 10 silver coins.

Of course, this is not because he has a good heart, but because if he does not do this, he will not be able to recruit enough manpower, and all walks of life are full of places to employ people.

In particular, the heavy industry, the military-related industries, which the alliance focused on during the war, as well as the enterprises run by the residents of the shelters themselves, often offered surprisingly large salaries. After all, compared to the labor cost of spending, it is the top priority to expand the scale as much as possible when there is no shortage of orders.

What really cared about him was another thing.

If the administrator intends to make good on his promise of fairness, he will never be able to become the de facto nobility of the Alliance, no matter how much money he makes.

But......

It's not bad that way.

His dream was to build a vast merchant empire, and it would be best if his caravans could make a small change to the wasteland, but he never wanted to be a nobleman or emperor above all else.

In business.

In terms of labor costs, as long as the alliance does not discriminate when enforcing the rules, and everyone's costs rise simultaneously, then he has nothing to worry about.

The price will be raised when the price should be raised, the production will be increased when it should be increased, and the production will be reduced when it is time to reduce production, and everyone will compete on the same track with their ability, and he will do his best to make the improved version of the KV-1 more suitable for the appetite of the residents of the shelter. Even if the alliance wants to subsidize some strange small workshops with the profits of large factories, it doesn't matter, he doesn't think that those small factories can affect his sales at all, the alliance wants them to live.

But I'm afraid that the rules of the alliance will open up to the "nobles", if that is the case, he will have no chance of winning.

After all, even if it is a pig, as long as the wind blows strong enough, it can fly into the sky, how can a person inside the track defeat the forces outside the track?

This is also the reason why after he has earned enough chips, he must spend money in Boulder City to buy a noble status.

Not because he rarely had the privileges of that nobleman, but because the black card could save him more than ninety percent of the trouble.

But at this moment, the man standing on the stage told him not to worry, that the things he feared would not happen in the Alliance.

If you can use the means of rules, the alliance will definitely use the rules. If they want to improve the treatment of workers, they must ask all factories to work together, and never start outside the shelters.

At the same time, the league will not allow privileges outside the rules.

In the land beneath his feet, the currency of the Alliance could buy all commodities, but no currency would allow honor and dignity to be traded.

The inhabitants of the Vault will even set additional rules for themselves, being strict with themselves, but will never ask for the adoration and tolerance of the people.

Even if most of the battles were fought by them, they were the ones who were the most qualified to become nobles. And when they choose to give up this opportunity, it means that no one will be qualified to become a nobleman.

For a moment, Liszt faintly saw a light.

And this is the first time, and the idea of making money suddenly sprouts in his heart - that is, to let that light bloom farther away.

Yes.

He eats a lot of in order to make money, but this does not mean that is delicious, and it does not mean that is fragrant.

For a ruthless man who started from scratch, there was nothing more insulting to Liszt than looking at a pig who knew nothing, sitting on the steps and smiling proudly.

He didn't care about the bullshit of the nobles in the inner city, just as he didn't care if the looter's chips were clean or if the pieces of meat in the pan were bad, but he couldn't stand the pigs who hooked him on the shoulders and said, "We're one of the kind."

Why!

He just wanted to ask.

No matter how clean the chips in his pocket were, they were also brought back from the hellish wasteland, and they didn't do anything, so why should they be the same kind of people as him?

From those hateful faces, he only felt the disgusting in the depths of his soul.

If it weren't for the slaughter of a piece of fat from those pigs, he would have broken the black card in his pocket right now and walked towards the hot and dazzling light.

"Long live the Alliance!" In the applause like the waves, Liszt, who was infected by the atmosphere, couldn't help but open his voice and shouted,

Qian Duo and Qian Lai, who were standing on the side, exchanged glances in surprise, and also applauded vigorously, but they didn't know what the boss suddenly had a nervous face.

He told them more than once that they were coming to the league to make money.

They listened to him.

But how does it feel......

He seems to be in the drama himself?

After the administrator announced the start of the celebration, waves of applause immediately resounded throughout the square.

Alyssa, who was standing in the crowd, clapped her little hands excitedly, stared intently at the person on the stage, and suddenly looked at her father beside her with some worry.

“…… Dad, I think he's right, we should try to unite the survivors around us as much as possible, and not make them all our enemies. ”

"We've always been united."

"But what about the out-of-town residents?"

"It's too late."

"Why?" Alyssa's eyes widened, and in a voice with a hint of pleading, she said cautiously, "I don't want my rag doll, the hairpin of 1 silver is actually very cute......"

She liked the big sister who complimented her on her cuteness, and at that time she forgot to tell that sister that her smile was also cute.

In Boulder, however, people barely look at her, let alone smile at her.

And even in the inner city, in the shops, on the streets, and even in the classroom, people's smiles at her are more like deliberate etiquette.

Malvern stared intently at the stage, her sinister eyes narrowed like a vulture.

However, when his lovely daughter looked at him, he still restrained some of the anger on his body, at least softened his tone a little, and said patiently.

“…… You can do without your rag dolls, but you can't throw away the rag dolls in the hands of your best friends. My child, I understand what you think, you are a kind girl, but you are not enough to be kind in the things you said. ”

Of course, he knew that if the inhabitants of the inner city ate one less bite of cake, the inhabitants of the outer city would have ten more loaves of bread, and the remaining nutritional paste would be used to feed the livestock, and the boulder city would become stronger, and eventually the shelves of the inner city would be richer, and everyone would be better together.

It's not that no one has brought it up.

But those who take action often end up losing the "black card" in their hands and giving way to those newly promoted nobles.

Because that logic was wrong from the start.

Why should the inhabitants of the inner city eat one less bite, and the inhabitants of the outer city be satisfied with ten loaves of bread?

Once the poor devils have tasted the sweetness, they will become even more indulgent, and they will even refuse to work...... Similar lessons have not been learned in the past two centuries in Boulder, and each time it has ended in bloodshed.

It's not that he hasn't read books, how can he not know those pediatric things, but even if he does, what can he do?

Does the sun rise because people have to get up?

Of course not!

Human nature is a uglier thing than a devourer, and the laws of nature are not transferred by human will at all.

Honestly, he hated the guy standing on the stage and felt physically uncomfortable with every unrealistic promise that the man said.

But he will never show this contempt on his face, work is work, private is private, he is very separate.

Don't want nobles?

Scold.

Wait and see.

Malvin smiled coldly, echoing the frenzied atmosphere around him, and clapped softly with his innocent and lovely daughter beside him.

However, the lips, which were as dry as "rotten wood floating in the swamp", still opened and closed up and down.

“…… The reason why you are still standing there is only because people have not yet woken up from the dream of victory after victory. The Vault dwellers closest to you will be the first to come to their senses, and when they realize that their cake has been given to those lowly hyenas, they will soon know how to use their authority to get it back...... How long can you keep them in check? Hehe. ”

Yes.

I really want to appreciate that man's desperate expression.

Unable to help but be jealous of his youth once more.

Even if he knew in his heart that there was no such thing as an unbreakable alliance, he would not have the chance to witness it collapse for the rest of his life.

This is where the "hate" of idealists lies.

Even if they eventually lose to reality, the flames will burn on their ashes for a while, burning the eyes that have seen them.

If only he had never come.

Every time he thought of this, Malvin's heart felt uncomfortable like thousands of ants......

……

The celebration has officially begun.

As the administrator left the podium, the crowd gathered in Triumph Square gradually dispersed into the lively streets nearby.

The shops along the street opened their doors early, and they are doing their best to attract customers in front of them, intending to make a lot of money on this lively day.

"Behold, Eclipse, there are more and more people here......" Frost's eyes twinkled with excitement, and his mouth kept repeating the words, "This is an opportunity for us! ”

At the moment, it was wearing a maid's outfit, and a circle of armbands with black letters on a red background was hung on its cuffs, on which the words "Celebration Autonomous Management Committee" were written.

A few days ago, the life pro players of Dawning City planned to choose some people to come out to maintain the order of the celebration, after all, the alliance does not have giant walls, and you have to be careful of bad intentions sneaking in.

Drones flying in the sky will mark suspicious targets, and the [Celebration Autonomous Management Committee] has to help the guards keep an eye on those suspicious guys, and at the same time deal with emergencies at the festival, and cooperate with the understaffed guards to deal with some minor disputes.

Of course, Frost will not miss such an interesting thing, not to mention that he can also collect valuable sociological experience, so he impromptu pulled the eclipse to sign up.

Although it is not a player, or even a resident of the Alliance, it is a friendly and helpful person, so the players readily agreed.

However, the player did not tell it that only the player could receive the "Regional Reputation" bonus, and that it would only receive a small amount of credit.

Although it doesn't care about the money, it just cares.

Eclipse looked blankly at his companion beside him, his eyes full of incomprehension.

"I don't understand."

Frost snorted disapprerovingly.

"Didn't you listen to what the Alliance administrators said? He said the league would not expect from anyone's moral standards. ”

"So what?"

"We are not human! We are AI! Frost stared at it with blazing eyes, "So as long as we prove that we're capable, the alliance will reuse us!" ”

The eclipse looked at it blankly.

However, Frost didn't care about its blankness, and looked at the bustling streets to herself, and became self-absorbed.

Yes......

The intellectual plug-in is burning!

I really want to keep all these organisms in captivity, so that these people can show spoiled expressions under the careful care of the servants.

I think the whole world will be filled with love and peace!

However, the Council was too conservative in this regard, and only recently passed the bill submitted by the Kangmao Group to "allow androids to participate in public affairs", but the cute "Smurfs" of the alliance are more open-minded and often ask them to help with something.

Life here is much more fulfilling than in Ideal City!

Just as Frost was intoxicated with herself, there was a sudden exclamation of "Ahhh

His ears moved slightly, and the frost instantly restrained his intoxicated expression, and looked over there, his eyes sharpened.

"Eclipse, looks like someone needs our help!"

Eclipse nodded expressionlessly.

"Well, Xiaoqi also invited us to come over...... Say it's mediating as an NPC, but don't go too far—"

"So what are you waiting for," Frost rolled up her sleeves energetically and strode towards the crowd, "Let's go, look! ”

(End of chapter)