A small bungalow on the edge of Linghu Lake.

Alerting to the beating lines and numbers on the trader, he sat at the table and looked at the square length of the newspaper, and curled the corners of his mouth upward. Just now, someone injected five million chips into the market.

Although it was bought in small orders, he could see at a glance that those small orders were all written by the same person.

In order to facilitate these gamblers to play zero-sum games and reduce the friction and loss of "chips", he did not even set a transaction fee.

And the young man who has known him for less than a month has really lived up to his expectations, and there are already a thousand people on the S-coin trading platform.

If his guess was correct, the 1,000 men covered at least half of the nobles and their relatives in the inner city, and eighty percent of these people bought them without even reading what was written on the electronic contract. With the help of the aristocracy, this easy-to-participate game of drumming and passing flowers will soon be transmitted to the next level of drunken gold fans in the Night Queen's Bar like a chain reaction, pulling some of the dancers on the stage and the mercenaries and merchants who wander under the stage.

These people are definitely the high-income group in Boulder City, and the chips in their pockets can reach four figures, or even five, six, or seven figures!

As for the clerks of the banks, the clerks of the town hall, the boutique designers of the tailors...... Although these middle-income groups do not have enough wealth and their savings are in the highest five figures, their thirst for wealth is the most staggering.

It's a pity that there is really not much oil and water to squeeze in Boulder City, otherwise the final ending must be very exciting.

As a developer of a trading system, he can see everyone's hole cards at the table and don't even have to look at their trading behavior to guess.

But let's be honest, it's not much fun to make these people's money. After all, it is well known that bullying fools is immoral.

"Wow, how many newspapers do you order?" There was movement at the entrance, and Dolly walked in from the outside with a newspaper in her arms.

"I've ordered everything I can," Fang Chang smiled and said as he got up and took the newspaper from her hand, "Isn't this supporting Miss Investigator's career?"

"I'm a journalist!" Dolly stared at him curiously and blinked, "Also, what the hell is a searcher?" I thought it was the League's guard, but when I asked the guys, they said they hadn't heard of it. "

As soon as he heard this, Fang Chang's face suddenly turned green, and he almost didn't die of spittle, so he coughed twice hurriedly and said. Cough! You, don't ask everywhere!" I'll tell you later...... Help me! He doesn't want to die!

Seeing a big bad guy looking at her pleadingly, Dolly curled her lips triumphantly, but she didn't intend to spare him just like that. ''Pull the hook!'' She held out her little thumb.

′ Pull ...... Hook. Fang Chang also stretched out his hand in embarrassment, but when he thought of explaining it to her clearly later, he couldn't help but blush. This thing was explained yesterday. The sun can't talk about the things of another world.........

Always can't, put the movie... No, it's dirty! And the data transmission has to be reviewed, Ah Guang will definitely see it! In other words, does this kind of thing really have to be so formal, and it still has to be hooked......

However, Dolly was as coaxing as ever, and did not wonder why he blushed, and after pulling the hook, she sat down contentedly across the table and enjoyed her breakfast.

Fang Chang also picked up a bun and stuffed it into his mouth to bite it, cooling down his uncalm mood, and then turned his attention to the tall stack of newspapers on the table

Speaking of which, the Daily Survivor has recently added a series of sub-issues.

Including "The Worker", "The Agriculture", "Fashion Weekly" and many more......

The outflow of Boulder City has injected fresh blood into the Alliance, and the Daily Survivor is just a microcosm and the easiest to see. The greatest wealth left by the Prosperous Era is not the black box, but the human language.

Even though there are all kinds of names in the wasteland, some are called tables, stools, wrenches, hammers, and some are called Li Lei and Han Meimei, but everyone speaks the same language, but the pronunciation is slightly different, so there are not as many obstacles to cultural exchange and the spread of ideas as in the real world.

It is precisely because of this that the effects of industrial transfer and population siphoning are magnified, and what should have been a slow and long-lasting process is now as crazy as free fall.

But he doesn't sympathize with those people. Arrogance is the greatest original sin.

Those aristocrats are not only arrogant but also greedy for dreams, and the money printing machine that should serve more than 500,000 people has become an ATM for a few VIPs, and they prefer to play a debt game with the alliance even though they have no foreign exchange reserves

If you don't cut it, who will you cut?

Perhaps their ancestors did not expect that the chips invented in the first place so that the survivors of the wasteland would no longer barter would be moved around like toys by future generations.

But as long as the nobles of Boulder City don't earn so much local currency, and borrow chips to the alliance while allocating some silver coins or assets priced in silver coins, it will be very difficult for the alliance to cut them off, and the bond of trade will really tie the two sides together, becoming partners with cold lips and teeth. But that's an afterthought.

The administrators saw through the essence of these guys from the beginning, so they did not let up on the issue of "opening up the free exchange of silver coins and chips" from the beginning to the end, and the Bank of Boulder City may gradually sense the danger, but it is too late to realize it. In fact, benevolent managers have given them opportunities.

Until the end, these gamblers have the opportunity to step on the brakes and stop.

As long as Malvern can keep inflation under control within five years, let the alliance get through the early stages of development, and open up the free exchange of chips and silver coins, the bubbles that have accumulated in the giant wall can be squeezed out of the bubble in a logical way. If the alliance wants to become bigger and stronger, it will definitely not play any tricks of breach of contract, and their private morality will not be judged by the alliance, it is the business of the residents of Boulder City themselves

However, gamblers want to win so much, and so much so to be the only winner, that they have turned this game, which could have been played forever, into a "battle of life and death".

If it's a ring, someone has to die. This is a war, and it has already begun. But it's not the same as a hot war.

Often, by the time most people come to their senses, it has ended quietly, and people look back and realize what they have lost in this war.

It's a pity that there are still too few financial instruments in this game, otherwise you can make a lot of money by shorting chips. In this way, he is not only financially free in reality, but also in the game, so what the hell is this thing?"

Noticing the trader on the table, Dolly curiously reached out and picked it up, stared at it for a while without understanding, and muttered, "You've been staring at it since the morning." Without the slightest concealment, Fang Chang, who had regained his usual composure, smiled and said softly. The tools of the bad guys, good boys don't touch. "…… Crime Tools" "Hmm. "

Looking at Dolly, who was confused, Fang Chang continued to tease.

"For example...... There's a clearance button there, and if you press it, you'll have to kill a few people in the inner city not far from here.

Although he won't be able to maximize his profits and his chips in the inner city bank will be frozen, he doesn't really care about those empty things. Originally, the plan was just to test the conjecture in his mind. It's okay for the Pomeranian to laugh.

However, Dolly couldn't laugh at it, but was startled by his words, and hurriedly put the dangerous thing back on the table.

"Really...... This, so terrible?" Looking at Fang Changyun's light smile, Dolly's eyes gradually became suspicious, and she raised her eyebrows, she always felt that this guy was teasing her again.

Of course it's true, and it's a conservative estimate...... I'm afraid there are more than a few who died. Stretching out his hand and rubbing his emerald green hair, Fang Chang looked at the suspicious eyes, and said with a light smile.

"I haven't forgotten what those villains did, they dared to bully my gentle, lovely, and kind Miss Dolly, and of course I had to make them pay a little bit for their rudeness."

……… Belch! The flesh is numb!". Dolly blushed and jumped to the side.

Although the words were so, she still couldn't help but feel a burst of sweetness in her heart. ~ She decided to turn the page herself, and he still remembered......

Seeing that the look didn't look like a joke, Dolly hesitated and whispered.

Actually, I don't hate those people that much, and you shouldn't try to take revenge on them, I won't go back anyway... But then again, you're holding a grudge like that.

"No, it's a grudge, it's called...", he doesn't know how to speak earthy love words, Fang Chang thought for a while, smiled and continued, "I remember everything about you. "In reality, the trick of getting a white eye works unexpectedly in the wasteland.

Dolly's face flushed frequently, and she hurriedly picked up the file bag in her chair and rushed to the door like a frightened little animal. "I, I, I'm going to work!"

Looking at the clanging doorway, Fang Chang couldn't help but smile, and his eyes returned to the newspaper in his hand.

When he saw the report about the recent situation in Boulder City, he shook his head and complained to himself. "This year...... There are too many fools, and there are not enough liars. "

The editor of the "Economic News" newspaper made up a joke to ridicule the neighbors, and the merchants of the alliance went to the restaurants in Boulder City to eat, and found that people were paying with paper, so they were shocked and asked what are your chips? The waiter proudly told him that it was now fashionable to pay with IOUs, and then pulled out a receipt with a string of zeros.

The merchants of the alliance couldn't find that many chips after turning their pockets over, so they had an idea, tore off the napkin, wrote a string of longer zeros, and bought the entire restaurant.

This is a spoof of the player's contributions.

And most of the players who are doing tasks in Boulder City are looking for players from the alliance to cast on their behalf. However, it also reflects what is happening in Boulder City from the side, and what is even more interesting is that when it is time to sleep, they bucket themselves and bury their heads in the sand as ostriches.

Some of the residents of Boulder City were convinced of Mr. House's tone, believing that the nobles must have a way, and that the inner city not only had a real research institute, but also a division of think tanks, but everyone would close the door and whisper during the discussion, so as not to be heard by the hyenas in the wasteland. After laughing, Fang Chang became a little serious.

One problem that cannot be ignored is that the league does not currently have a complete "financial law", but only makes some similar provisions in the player's manual that other games have, restricting players from using illegal means to defraud the league's people or other players of ill-gotten gains.

Now that the scale of the game is getting bigger and bigger, both the number of players and the number of people are increasing dramatically, and Bao Buqi will mix in a few black sheep that attack his own people, making the alliance repeat the mistakes of Boulder City.

He loved the collective more than anyone else, after all, the first brick here was burned by him and the others, and the land was sprinkled with their blood. His heart moved slightly, and the corners of Fang Chang's mouth curled up with a smile.

"Speaking of which...... The version just happened to update 'Public Affairs'. "I'll have to draft a proposal for a 'financial law' later...... Time passed day by day, and soon it was December.

At least one thing Mr. House is not lying, this winter is indeed not as cold as usual, last year this time many people froze to death, and this year I have not heard of anyone dying in the house.

The turnaround in the savings head factory is a good sign that some of the survivors from the out-of-town are also getting richer. For example, Malvin's tutors for his youngest daughter have recently been wearing Deathclaw's leather shoes.

Since discovering that the Alliance had given each of the survivors who went to the celebration a Deathclaw in return, the Deathclaw was suddenly less sought after by the nobles of the Inner City. Possible......

Only the ideal city is worthy to be the eternal god in their hearts.

Perhaps he would have to keep up with the times and change the material of the Centurion's leather shoes from the Claws of Death to something else to show off the identity of the great man.

What is the scalp like for mutants? He doesn't have enough imagination.

Aside from the treacherous variety of "evolutions", I can't think of anything more terrifying and numerous, and there are enough xenomorphs in the wasteland, but in short, everything seems to be slowly getting better.

Sperger's heart was comforted, and perhaps one day in the future this favor would favor his head.

The only thing that made him a little sad was that this month Mr. Weijia wanted to fool them with IOUs, which made everyone angry, and even Kent scolded a few stinky and shameless profiteers, who simply didn't give people a way out.

Later, something happened, someone secretly dismantled the slicer's wire, and the others were bad enough to keep silent and pretend not to see, causing their assembly line to waste a whole line of cans, and their boss Weijia's nose was crooked.

Of course, the villain was found out, and I heard that someone exposed him.

But in any case, thanks to him, Vega was a little more careful with their attitude, and did not pay off last month's interest, although only some nutritional paste was given that was not sold......

Sperger was a little frustrated.

He had never imagined that the boss would give them the dried cans, but what he didn't expect was that his boss Shouke would pour those things in front of them and not give them a share, and let people pee on those precious grains.

On the same day, Mr. House's radio had an advertisement that the good taste food processing factory would rather destroy the defective product than let a bad can go to the market. But fortunately, there is only one bad thing that affects the mood, and there are more good things than bad things. In order to listen to the story of Pol the Awoken, more and more workers gathered at the door of the walnut beer can.

And not only from Mr. Vega's factory, but also from the steel mill, from the sawmill, and even from the weapons assembly station...... It turns out that the really literate people also love their stories and sympathize with their plight.

The engineer was not very tall, with an electronic eye produced by the Great Stone Military Industry in his left eye, and he was a generous man, occasionally inviting everyone for a drink...... Although only inferior mixed with water beer

One day he drank too much and yelled that one day the Great Stone Military would dare to fool him with an IOU, and he would not be angry, and he swore that he would stuff each cartridge case with more gunpowder, and add some slimy syrup by the way. That's no joke.

Spirger stopped reading the story at the time, and immediately covered his mouth, hoping that he would not do anything stupid, and that the early spring wave was no joke. In the cold winter, a few poor ghosts froze to death at most.

When the warm winter comes, the next spring is like hell...... That's nice.

Listening to him finish reading the contents of the "Workers' Daily", a young man had an envious expression on his face, and he couldn't help but mutter. "If only we had managers. He saw it through.

The profiteers don't consciously take out the contents of their pockets for them unless someone puts a gun at them and forces them to change. Hearing the young man's muttering, Sperger couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

Everyone here had read him a letter from the editor-in-chief of the Daily Survivor, who had not only invited him to the Alliance, but also promised him to try on power armor. It's really an approachable adult.

Next year the tide is over, let's go there together, I heard that the marauders of the north are about to be killed by those blue coats. But I've heard that they only give silver coins, not chips... What does it matter? I've heard that the dancers at the Queen of the Night Bar are cashiering!"

That's it!" A man with a long beard scolded, "No matter what you give, it's better than an IOU!" There were also worried expressions. But what about the wave of the following years? Do you want to come back and hide?" The old fitter nodded and said nervously. I've heard that waves sweep across the wasteland, leaving nothing in their path......

If it weren't for the force of life, no one would want to leave the giant wall, after all, you have to give 1~2 chips when you come back, depending on the mood of the uncle at the door. If they weren't afraid of the xenomorphs and marauders outside, they would have gone to work as mercenaries a long time ago, and they wouldn't have stayed in the factory to work honestly. Those who stayed were honest people. Generations have been.

Sperger had the same concerns, so he mentioned in his reply that he would have to save some money for the journey.

The twenty or thirty kilometers of road was not easy to walk, and he didn't know what dangers were hidden in the concrete ruins, he hadn't seen those mutant rats and dogs that drank blood, but he had seen President Malvern come out on a visit, with a large number of bodyguards with him.

But then, the engineer who always invited them to drink laughed.

"Come on, you definitely haven't read the newspaper," I remember mentioning in an issue of the Daily Survivor that those mouth-eaters were some fruiting body of the mutant slime mold, and that the mutant slime mold had something called self-limiting. Anyway, they can't expand after they expand to a certain size, and the wave in the suburbs is probably not as exaggerated as in the urban areas, otherwise how did the survivors in the northern suburbs survive? They didn't jump out of the cracks in the concrete.

Everyone looked at each other when they heard this, and Sperger also showed a surprised expression. This is indeed his knowledge blind spot.

He kept an eye on the Worker's newspaper as his own, so much so that he forgot that there was also a Daily Survivor and a Mercenary, which shared some common knowledge and experience in the wasteland. Obviously, the engineer of the Great Stone Military Industry, who is a reader of the main issue of the "Survivor Daily", happened to have read that issue.

His expression of surprise turned to excitement, and Sberg clenched his fists excitedly as he looked at the crowded workers at the entrance of the beer hall. That's great! Since the wasteland is actually not that scary, let's go and see it when spring begins next year! Sure enough, there are a lot of people!

As long as one person is willing to tell everyone what he knows, the united workers will become more and more knowledgeable, and knowledge is power. However, at this moment, a group of fierce guards walked not far away, and Sperger's face changed slightly when he saw those people.

At the head of the pack was Phyllis, the head of the guards in the industrial area, and he was followed by Alec, the captain of the security guards, and his "old friend" Kent. What are you doing here? Want to rebel?" Phyllis snorted and used his stick to drive away the drunkards who were gathered at the door of the tavern. Spirg looked at the tavernkeeper Don, who shook his head palely. I didn't call ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Kent suddenly rushed out, grabbed Sperger's collar like a hero, and looked excitedly at Alec, the captain of the security guard. That's it! He's noisy here every day! Read his disgusting ...... What a Pol story. Sperger suddenly became angry, and rarely mustered up his courage, glared at him and scolded. Did I read mine at your doorstep? What's in your way?"

Unexpectedly, this coward dared to talk back to himself, Kent just wanted to spit on him, but when he saw that the workers around him were looking at him silently, he couldn't help but look at him......... Hirer! Jue, how can the Awakened win the power armor?" Aren't you talking nonsense and hurting people!" However, there was really no ink in his stomach, and he could not make any sense, so he could only read Mr. House's words again, and then looked at Alec for help. He swears.

If it was the bastard of the city lord who was hiding in the city and took over the power armor of the alliance, then he would definitely not have any opinion, and he would be excited to shoot at the wall... However, the bad is bad in these dog things, why do you have to write what these poor ghosts love to watch, can't you write according to your favorite routine? The roots of Kent's teeth hurt.

Alec wasn't interested in the barking of a few wild dogs, both Kent and Sperger, all of them were the same in his eyes. It's just a poor worm with no skills.

In a while, he was going to the Queen of the Night Bar to show his boss and the boss's delicate head, his alcohol consumption was an indispensable pastime at the party, and he just wanted to finish it quickly, so he looked at Phyllis on the side and whispered.

"These people get together every day and shout loudly, but if our assembly line fails that day, it is the bad water that they discussed with each other." Dear Captain of the Guard, take care of it. "

Phyllis doesn't look down on the security captain of a factory, but Alec's boss is Vega, and Viga's boss is the famous Sid. That grown-up is terrible.

However, it's not good for him to arrest people for no reason, otherwise he will be easily thrown to this group of poor ghosts as an outcast by the big guys to vent his anger.

So his little eyes searched for a while, and when he saw the newspaper on the wine table, he immediately seemed to have found some treasure, and his surprised voice was out of shape, and he shouted loudly.

"What's that?" doesn't wait for anyone else to answer.

Phyllis strode forward, unfolded the newspaper in his hand, and scanned the surroundings with a sinister and haughty gaze. It was as if he was holding a sword in his hand. Worker's Daily! The town hall has banned this stuff!"

It's not the same as it used to be!" —The engineer next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but argue that this is a sub-issue of the Alliance's Survivor Daily, and the two are completely different!

"Hehe, the Alliance...... One more sin!" Phyllis glanced at the pale Spurg playfully, and his face gradually turned cold. "Take this traitor away!"

Several guards stepped forward, punched him, despite Sperger's screams, and then took him away from the beer hall door in full view.

Alec casually tossed Kent a 25 chip as a reward for the prize, then beckoned and left with a few of the thugs.

Kent excitedly grabbed his chips.

He nodded and thanked Alec's back, then looked at the back of Sperger, who had been taken away, and scolded bitterly. "Well caught, damned traitor!" The voice stood out in the crowd. Because there is only his voice.

Kent couldn't help but panic in his heart, instinctively hiding his chips, nervously looking into the eyes that were staring at him, and took a step back. "You ...... What are you watching me do? I...... I'm doing it for your good, too!" You don't want to lose your job because of that scumbag - "Stop being hypocritical. An angry voice interrupted him.

A young man stepped out of the crowd and stared at him intently.

If you are given a chance, you can go out on the ground and lick Malvern's shoes, and even taste the feces of his family. You are embarrassed to say that it is for our good, you obviously wish that we all died, and you are good enough to take over all the work alone. Kent's eyes widened. You, how dare you call Lord Malvern by his name"

The young man looked at him coldly.

"Yes, I said, now I'm going to say it again, go and call your Lord Malvern to teach us a lesson, it's better to catch us all in with Sperger, anyway, it's so cold, the outside is not much better than the inside, just so I'll go there and listen to him continue to tell the story." But alas, I don't think the old man will pay attention to you, after all, dogs lick their masters, and your tongue is much dirtier than dogs. Kent scolded angrily. "You're dirty! You, your whole family is terrible!"

The bearded man looked at him and shrugged his shoulders boringly.

"Admit it generously, you just worship that whip in Master Stephen's hand, you don't care about Rudy, you don't care about Dushi, you don't care why Bill lost his job, you never loved anyone here, you want to hold that whip yourself." I don't know who shouted in the crowd.

Hey, friend, he hadn't heard the story of Pol the Awoken, and he must be confused about the names you mentioned! Which voice was quickly answered, and it was a laughing response.

Haha, he doesn't know what Master Stephen's whip is for!" It doesn't matter, but we all know who this guy is!" They have a common language.

Small time:

Kent's eyes widened, their eyeballs almost bulging. "You talk nonsense! I, I ————" He really didn't read that newspaper.

It was precisely because of this that he felt a little panicked. It was as if I had been excluded from the group, and I was left alone. That damn Spurge.. How dare he, dare to write himself into his

Unbeknownst to Kent, Sperger never actually wrote his name, and there are no characters like him in his books, but people seem to know him as well as he does... It's as if they wrote his name on behalf of that nasty ghost. The crowd began to move.

Those people seemed to know what to do next, and even though no one told them, they made up their minds. Thinking they were going to pick him up together, Kent stepped back, his face growing more and more frightened.

The young man who stood up first suddenly looked at him with pity and raised his right hand.

Kent subconsciously raised his arm to parry, but the young man neither picked him up nor snatched the chips from his hand, but just patted him on the shoulder.

"Admit it, you don't really love either Lord Erwin, nor Lord Vega, and certainly not any of us...... You only have yourself in your eyes, how can these words appear in your mouth? You want us all to die, you want to on the heads of all of us in your dreams, but it's a pity that it's hard for you, you were born in a rat hole, 25 chips can't make you a human being, you have to be a rat in a nest with us.

People passed by him one after another and patted him on the shoulder. We won't blame you. 'Come on Kent.

Kent stepped back in fear, oil on his shoulders, lotus flour, and a few colorful things...... It came from one hand, and those people were like they were enchanted.

He shouted in panic as he guarded the chips in his hand as he looked at the people who were walking in the opposite direction from him. What are you going to do? Stop it! You guys...... Crazy?" What are you going to do?"

The young man stopped, looked back at Kent, looked at the coward who wanted to shrink into a ball, and said with a sneer. Of course it's going to do what Pol should do!" That guy won't leave a worker in distress alone!" He told us to unite!" Something is wrong! Dawning City.

The Union Building, the manager's office, the hurried footsteps interrupted Chu Guang's thoughts, and he couldn't help but stop the pen in his hand. Standing at the door was the head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs appointed by him, a young man named Cheng Yan and Sun Rui of the Ministry of Finance were selected in the same group of young talents.

Originally, Shuyu was a more suitable candidate for this position, but the League needed to put the best diplomats in the Ideal City, and no one was more suitable to speak on behalf of the Alliance on the Supreme Council than the young man who was not surprised at every turn.

Both are directly responsible for themselves, and Shuyu himself has no opinion, he is willing to do anything for the alliance. Like Lu Bei, they are the most loyal lads in the alliance.

What's the matter? Don't worry, take a breath and speak slowly. Without blaming him for the funeral, Chu Guang looked at him seriously and said.

"It's Boulder City, there's something wrong with Boulder City!" Cheng Yan swallowed his saliva and hurriedly continued, "Our embassy sent a message that the workers in the industrial area had surrounded the guard post and demanded the release of the captured workers, or they were taken together. Chu Guang frowned and asked. "And then?" Cheng Yan said with a wry smile.

Later, their prison was full of ......," there was silence in the office for a while.

Chu Guang had mixed feelings in his heart, and said with a sigh. "Dead?"

"No...... But there were a lot of wounds, and because the guards in Boulder City had found our newspaper and the letter we always wrote to him in the arrested's house, as well as a hundred chips, the authorities in Boulder City suspected that we were the devil. Cheng Yan glanced at Chu Guang cautiously, "Our editor-in-chief mentioned you in the letter...... I want to make sure, is it true?"'" I asked him to mention it. "I see, then I understand"

Cheng Yan nodded immediately. There was a knowing expression on his face. If the set is the plan of the manager, then it will be fine.

He had no doubts about the correctness of the managers, and there was only one thing to worry about, and that was that the editor-in-chief of the Daily Survivor was out of his mouth. Chu Guang could guess from the look on his face that this guy was definitely trying to be crooked, so he couldn't help but say.

"It's true that it has nothing to do with us, but it's not what you think. A hundred chips to buy a person who can't fit in a prison...... Even if I tell them that this is what Lao Tzu did, will they believe it themselves?"

Cheng Yan smiled bitterly and said, "This ...... I don't know, but it's actually not that serious, I don't feel like they plan to make a big deal out of it, they just warn us not to try to make small moves to get in their way, Chu Guang: "And then?" Cheng Yan shook his head.

Without. "Gone?

Chu Guang couldn't help but snort.

Seeing that you were in such a hurry, I thought he had closed our embassy.

In that case, he would also respect those nobles as a gentleman.

Like that guy Yard, who dared to go to the Alliance's station with a gun to ask for an explanation, he turned a blind eye and didn't care, but still looked up at that guy with admiration, and the people of the Honey Badger Kingdom were willing to support that guy, not for nothing.

But thinking of this, Chu Guang was puzzled for a while, it stands to reason that the people of the river valley province are fierce, and the most important thing is the fierce and ruthless wastelanders, how can they reach the level of the landlord and the old man, from the old leech to the old brown, one is weaker than the other. Cheng Yan coughed dryly and said.

That shouldn't be, they may also be worried that you won't pay back, and you won't be desperate because of a small thing...""This is not a trivial matter, as the fuse that detonated the crisis, this is already very serious. "

Chu Guang sighed, glanced at the scratch paper on the table, and crossed out the ones he had just written, because those gentle measures would definitely not be useful.

To be honest, there has been nothing wrong after the celebration, and there are even signs of economic recovery in Boulder City, and he is a little relieved, thinking that it should be able to survive the wave of spring next year, but he didn't expect such a thing to happen.

He didn't want to guess the conspiracy behind this.

Not everything necessarily has a reason to be filled in by thought, and history itself moves forward in countless coincidences. correct

Maybe it just started with a guy who smoked a cigarette and didn't step on the cigarette butt and happened to throw the cigarette butt into the trash can filled with gunpowder. Chu Guang suddenly remembered something.

Speaking of which, why did those workers suddenly surround the guardhouse?" Hearing the manager suddenly ask, Cheng Yan was stunned, frowned and thought for a moment before saying.

Listen to the head of the embassy over there...... It's as if the owner of a food processing factory bought off the guards there and arrested the man who reads the newspaper at the workers' union every day. ”

Chu Guang: Good guy.

After roughly sorting out the cause and effect relationship of the matter, Chu Guang's mood was quite complicated.

He installed the accelerator for Boulder City, and he stepped on the first accelerator, but he really didn't expect it to get out of control at the beginning. His players are all helpers, and they immediately went up to do a kick, and the NPCs of the alliance didn't hold back, and followed up to mend the knife.

But the old men in the inner city were not fast enough, not only did they slam a few feet, but even welded the car door shut, and behind this I am afraid that not only the alliance, but also other forces are also pushing the waves to meddle, R Malvern is probably the most sober person and one of the few "good" people who are willing to benefit the residents of the outer city, at least relative to his shareholders. But it was too late for him to stop him, so he could only use the method he gave him to drink to quench his thirst. The irony is that the one who stepped on the gas pedal first has now become the one who wants to step on the brakes the most.

"I hope I can at least survive this winter......" Chu Guang pressed his eyebrows, sighed and said, "Otherwise, the wave of spring will be a big problem." Cheng Yan was slightly stunned.

Because of the needs of his work, he has done serious research, and with the help of the embassy, he has collected some histories that the nobles of Boulder City themselves may not take seriously.

In the less than two centuries of the history of Boulder City, something similar actually happened, and in the end, it was settled by those old men. Otherwise, the lord of the city there would have been replaced long ago. Not surprisingly, it should be the same this time. He muttered something quietly.

It's not so serious, ......" (Thanks to the alliance leader of the big "Reincarnation Thousand Changes" and the Silver Alliance for the reward!!) Boss atmosphere!! ）

In addition, a few more words, military, economy, culture, industry, infrastructure, science and technology, farming, joyful daily life, the player's adventure, this book will write a little, each settlement and shelter has a different ending, there will not be two identical 79, there will not be two identical boulder cities, and Jinchuan Province will not paint the map of Luoxia Province with green paint even if the map is changed. It's a complete story, it's not a short video after all, you like the beauty, and next time I'll only push the beauty to you. And how can someone always have to associate the wasteland with reality, is it a dimensional thing, even if this is the winter home of the Frostpunk Age, I think it is more reliable than pulling some specious things.