In the projection room, Sperger saw a myriad of possibilities for the future.

And as Ibs said, in most computer-deduced endings, he doesn't stand in the center of the stage, or even appear on stage.

There were not only workers in this settlement, although they were the first to awaken on his part of the world.

For example, in ending 217, the most focused camera is on the youngest daughter of the Malvern family.

From the moment the little girl saw the first newspaper, she was actively persuading her father.

While her views are naïve, the problems she finds are real. Malvern, her old father, who was in love with her, eventually realized that something was wrong and tried to push for a top-down reform, but the end result was a tragic death for the family.

Those images that are out of place and inconsequential are replaced by lines of cold words.

Spurg breathed a sigh of relief.

He would love to see how Old Master Stephen died, but he couldn't bear to see a little girl he had never met die with them, especially such a kind girl.

Another example is ending No. 269, where the camera focuses most on a green-haired girl, and a red-haired girl appears, one of them lost her arm and eye in Boulder City, and the other lost a leg on a mission out to get them together.

This time it was the mercenaries who united, and the opportunity was the wave after last year's cold winter.

Although those mercenaries did not have power armor, they were surprisingly able to fight against the militia that called on them, and they were especially experienced in urban warfare, even entering the inner city, and Boulder City seemed to have become a mercenary city-state in the end.

Everything has changed, but it seems like it hasn't changed.

By the way, there was no alliance in this deduction, after all, the alliance had not yet appeared at that time.

Obviously, this machine is not really predicting the future, but only helping them dig out the possibilities of the future from what happened in the past.

However......

Either way, there was no "good ending" he expected.

The fate of the colony seemed to be sealed from the start, and this was where Pers despaired the most, as if there was no point in doing anything.

So he tried to drag the progress bar forward, to a much further past—a century and a half ago, or even two centuries ago—to find answers in the possibilities that had collapsed into facts.

It was because of this that he saw many things that struck him......

As he writes in the story of Pol the Awoken, Boulder wasn't built in a day.

Now he had to add one more.

Every settlement has a great start.

They have all longed for a bright future......

……

The war broke out, then ended, and with the establishment of the Post-War Reconstruction Commission, the era of prosperity came to an end once and for all.

The first fifty years were difficult, but also promising.

The Post-War Reconstruction Committee did not abandon the survivors who remained on the surface and, more importantly, the survivors who remained on the wasteland themselves.

The Ministry of Defense taught local survivors how to use weapons and formed militia groups to stop the threat of the wave. The Technology Department organized a waste collection team to mobilize everyone to go to the dilapidated urban area to search for usable materials and recover high-value technology from them. The production department was responsible for organizing production, helping local survivors to build factories that were not advanced but functioning, and occasionally bringing in supplies from other places.

It was at that time that the giant wall was built.

It is not some kind of "black box" conjured out of thin air, nor did it fall from the sky as rumored, but those first managers built it little by little in the ice and snow.

Yes, it's as simple as that.

Ordinary and great.

At that time, the giant wall was not very high, it was only enough, after all, there were not many fruiting bodies that could fly and jump, and slime molds were not the main threat to survival.

The tenants of the Great Stone Mansion were the most capable survivors, so they trusted them and put the power in their hands with confidence, so there was a talk of the inner city.

The black card, like the giant wall, was not available at first.

In the year 2174, the 45th year of the Wasteland Era, the post-war reconstruction committee fell apart due to internal conflicts, and a large number of outstanding talents were withdrawn from Boulder City.

Some went north to wander the swamps, some to the westernmost part of the continent, and some to the east coast, but many more still chose to stay.

Those who remain are true warriors.

They are as brave as their fathers, and they will always stand with those who really need help in times of crisis, whether they face a cold winter they have never seen before or a xenomorph they have never seen before.

They melted snow and ice with ideals, lit furnace fires, and smelted steel.

They spit on those who have already betrayed their ideals, they throw away all unrealistic illusions, they believe only in their compatriots who stayed with them.

They want to be their own saviors!

Although the aid from the War Construction Committee is over, the future of Boulder City seems to be brighter.

They opened the huge wall to accept the wandering survivors, rushed to the front when the tide came, and where there was danger, there were residents with black cards. Not only do it themselves, but they also call on everyone to mobilize scavenging teams to explore the ruins, build outposts to collect resources, and develop them into small but solid villages.

They no longer need the support of the Ministry of Production, and they don't expect the selfish guys to reunite, so they take the initiative to go to the barren south in search of hope.

Maybe I was moved by their courage, or maybe it was just time.

Five years later, the never-ending winter ended, everything regained its momentum to grow, and a large number of shelters were lifted.

They began to accept some blue coats that didn't know what was going on, and told the stunned guys that the War Construction Committee had been disbanded, and you should either go back to sleep or stay and join us.

Whether you like it or not, now we're on our own.

It is well known that most of the blue coats are warm-hearted guys, and quite a few old popsicles feel guilty for their fellow citizens who have been left to suffer on the surface. Therefore, when the tortured compatriots reached out to them, they were moved to give their lives to these poor people.

Evacuation brings not only black boxes, but also technology and luminous minds.

The arrival of the Blue Coats injected new blood into Boulder City, and they used pre-war technology to help the survivors further improve the tools left over from the Production Department, and even repaired a batch of power armor that the Defense Department didn't know how to repair, and learned from the researchers of the Technology Department to try to "archaeology" from the evolution in the city center.

Since then, Boulder has become a beacon of light for almost the entire southern part of the province of River Valley......

It's just that what makes Spurg strange is that in this history that has taken place, there doesn't seem to be a shadow of the city lord from beginning to end.

The residents of the inner city only mentioned in a few words that there is an "AI that assists in management" in Boulder City, which controls the security system of the entire Boulder Building, and has no other abilities.

After the dissolution of the War Construction Committee, the Great Rift Valley gave them something to protect themselves, and everyone unanimously decided to put the self-protection thing in the hands of the city lord out of some concerns.

Aside from limited communication with the militia, it rarely participates in the normal affairs of Boulder.

Even if there was limited communication, most of it only happened during the Wave and when the relevant forces of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee tried to enter the vicinity of Boulder City.

This is part of the old "contract", where everyone does not interfere with each other after separation, and buries themselves in their own business.

There is no such thing as a deep conspiracy.

However, although the presence of the AI named Fang Ming is very low, it doesn't matter.

Originally, Boulder City was not built by him, and the survivors themselves did a good job, and it will get better and better.

Until one day, Spurg suddenly found that the originally beautiful fairy tales suddenly gradually changed their taste......

In the hologram, a large conference hall is being discussed.

A stern-looking man spoke with his hands propped on the table, staring at the audience.

"There are more and more people living in the settlements, and the material management methods of the past are becoming less and less effective. It is an objective law of nature that workers will become more and more skilled, and machines will become more and more advanced. We don't use that much soap, some people need shower gel, some people need shampoo, and everybody wants to be a little more pleasing to the eye, and I think that's a reasonable appeal. It's the same with food, you can't just have bread and sausage slices for every meal, we can start thinking about enriching the variety of food. ”

"However, it is not possible to determine how much different types of goods are produced each day through established tables, nor can we expect everyone to consume only what they need. If you continue like this, not to mention soap and sausages, even concrete blocks will become scarce! ”

"I propose that society decide for itself what it needs and where its excess productivity and resources go. So we need to invent a tool that allows the invisible relationship between supply and demand to be seen, a tool that has been there in history! ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a white chip.

That's the smallest denomination.

Everyone in the meeting room whispered.

One of them stood up and asked.

"...... this?"

The serious-looking man continued.

"Chips!"

"It can replace money!"

"It's obviously not as good as the credits we used to use, but it at least reflects supply and demand!"

Concerns were written on everyone's faces.

They don't feel like it's a good thing.

Soon, one of the participants stood up and objected.

"I know what you're trying to say, using traditional currency pairs from before the Age of Boom? But it reflects that supply and demand are still lagging behind, and we have shown that there is a better way! ”

The proposer nodded.

"That's right! But the 'better way' is useless right now, we don't have that much computing power, and we don't have that many production tools. The level of productivity in our settlements is not much different from that of the pre-Boom era, and even if the 'chips' are picked up from the garbage heap, they are better than the methods we are using! ”

The conference hall was bogged down in a bicker.

It wasn't until an old, loud voice sounded that the chamber gradually returned to silence.

"Silence!"

Everyone looked at the old man who made the voice, and their pupils were full of respect and trust.

He was one of the first inhabitants of Boulder City, from the pre-wasteland era, and had not slept for a day, and was now more than a hundred years old.

His experience is richer than anyone sitting here, and the wrinkles on his face are like the rings of an old tree, and the circles are full of history.

Even the most unruly inhabitants of the inner city can't help but lower their eyebrows when they look at him.

No one will doubt his wisdom and correctness.

Even if he doesn't have a crown on his head.

This time, however, the old man did not give his opinion, but simply cleared his throat and raised his right hand.

"Same as before."

"Let's vote."

……

Using chips as currency, it passed the deliberations of the inhabitants of the inner city without any suspense, after all, their original method really didn't work.

In many cases, what people need is not the "best" solution, but a "usable" solution.

There's still a problem here, though.

Prosperity Era credits do not allow the "allocators" of resources to reap the most benefits, and can achieve utopian equality in a relative sense.

However, the chips are different.

It's essentially a traditional currency, and even if it doesn't have that name, it doesn't change the essence of money.

There is a problem with any old-era currency that leads to more benefits for the allocators in the market due to the lag in the supply and demand of the supply and demand that it reflects. That is, the person who cuts the cake gets the most cake, the person who divides the cake follows, and the person who makes the cake will get the least.

People invented money with the intention of making money serve people, but often it ends up being reversed, and people become slaves to money.

Of course, people are not brainless animals, and many means other than money can alleviate the uneven distribution of resources generated by money.

For example, with a visible or invisible hand, take the cake from the person who cut the cake and give it to someone else who needs it.

However, this does not change the nature of money.

Perhaps that's what you see, an expert from the vault suggested.

"Unchecked chips can lead to new problems, and we may not have enough time to constantly adjust it to meet our needs at all times. I'm worried that one day in the future, our kids will use chips as toys, and that will reverse the purpose and purpose of our chips, so I propose...... At the very least, residents of the inner city are not allowed to participate in the production and operation of the outer city. ”

"In other words, we can't earn chips!"

A young man immediately retorted.

"But we also have to live, and we can't watch those with chips live a good life while we live on the air, right?"

"These are two different things," said the shelter specialist seriously, "we can pay ourselves a salary, but we can't hold the faucet and carry the bucket ourselves to get the water, it's a contradiction!" ”

More people agreed.

Although he was a Vault-born expert and wore a blue coat, identity was never an issue here, and anything could be discussed.

And there really was nothing wrong with his words.

It's weird that the chips themselves were released from them, and they pretended to be clever enough to get a bucket back to fill them up!

The oldest man didn't speak this time.

He's too old.

He is not the AI that will never change, nor is he a strong awakened person, after all, he can't escape the curse of aging.

Just as cells metabolize, so do people, and there will always be young beings who replace old bones like him, so that their society will become younger and more vibrant.

The old man felt that he might be better off not talking.

After all, as soon as he opened his mouth, even if he said even one word, people would immediately stop talking and cast hopeful glances at him.

What he feared most was those people looking at him like that.

He knew he wasn't as wise as they thought he was, and he had his time when he was confused, and the older he was, the more so.

In that case, let's not say anything.

Young people should decide their own future, just as he decided twice to stay.

Only when people are really faced with a choice can they prove that they are truly brave, and not cowards who pretend to be big-tailed wolves.

He had handed in an answer sheet that satisfied him, and it was time for him to retire.

Actually, they're doing pretty well.

When he is gone, Mr. Fang Ming will take care of them for him......

……

Time has gone forward another ten years.

The old man finally left, and the young man became middle-aged, with a hint of stability between his eyebrows.

Previously he would just rush forward, but now he has learned how to woo and rally potential supporters.

The most important thing is that he finally "understands" why that old man is loved by so many people.

Because he holds the hearts of men!

And the human heart is a more powerful "weapon" than the black card.

So when he stood in the chamber again, he didn't speak directly, but clenched his right fist into a fist.

He aroused enthusiasm with an impassioned voice, making his fists rise like the rising sun, along with his rising voice.

"Friends! Boulder City is great enough, we have sheltered more than 500,000 survivors, we have built higher walls, countless people have leaned on the edge of the walls and waited for us, and we have created a wealth that will make the entire wasteland look away! ”

"Our miracle is obvious to all survivors!"

He managed to catch the attention of young people.

The inhabitants of the inner city his age vaguely felt that something was wrong, but there was really nothing to refute this sentence.

In fact, they can't help but be proud in their hearts, but they rarely express it in a fiery tone and emotion like him.

The Wasteland isn't over yet, but they've ended the Wasteland Age to a limited extent, which is a pretty remarkable thing.

They even made the huge wall left to them by the post-war reconstruction committee even higher, and built it entirely by themselves without anyone's help.

This is much better than the gophers who are still huddled in shelters for the winter.

Of course, this does not include the blue gophers who have helped them. Those gophers are different and have become a part of them.

The middle-aged man suddenly changed his words and continued.

“…… However, we, who have created countless miracles, can only hold a meager chip and live in a room of less than 50 square meters, is this the equality we want? It's not equal at all! ”

"Just outside this window, the merchants have opened restaurants and bars under our feet! They drink and have fun all day long, throwing a lot of chips into the sky, making men, women, children, and the elderly cheer for them, and even kiss their leather shoes! Those who don't know still think that they created Boulder City! ”

There was a hint of hatred in his voice.

He hated those who humiliated his people with chips.

And those who are wantonly humiliated really have no shame.

They would rather lick the shoes of the merchants than bend down or even say a flattering word to them, the true nobles!

For example, "Master, you have worked hard!" ", or something like that.

If the last sentence awakened people's pride, then his sentence completely ignited the fire in people's hearts.

There is anger and there is fire of desire.

“…… We have to do something! At least the rules have to allow us to get more chips! Instead of being like a beggar, waiting for that AI named Fang Ming to give us alms! ”

"That's ours!"

The audience responded with countless voices.

"Well said!"

People raised their hands in indignation.

"Why did those thieves steal my fruit!"

"That's the biggest injustice!"

The Vault Specialist who had once contradicted him was old.

The old man tried to quell the frenzy that permeated the chamber, but it was too late, and any gentle words would pale at this point.

He could only look at the ambitious middle-aged man with a soliciting gaze, even a pleading look.

"You say equality...... But the black card itself is unequal enough, we can improve the treatment of the people, limit the expenses of the profiteers, such as making them pay more taxes, and prohibit them from taking off people's clothes in bars...... There are still many ways. ”

"These are two different things!" The middle-aged man retorted without hesitation, "We're talking about chips now!" The rich businessmen can squander it as much as they want, and we have to be here like ascetics to discuss how to make their lives better, and people have forgotten who made them live a good life! My father died in the Pioneer Corps, and if he were still alive, he would be a shame on Boulder City today! ”

He knows.

When he said this, no one could stop him anymore.

After all, the Blue Gopher had never sacrificed for Boulder City like this.

Most of the people here are descendants of heroes, whose ancestors paid more or less with their sweat and even their lives.

It's not just a matter of fairness, it's about justice in their hearts.

And he thinks that he doesn't really ask for much, just that those who are blinded by money also look up at their real heroes.

They may not be as great as their parents, but they have done a lot of things.

The middle-aged man cleared his throat, looked at the silent blue coats, and proposed a compromise that would win over the conservatives.

He hadn't planned to open the window all at once, but he could open a crack first and then pry it slowly.

"The merchants have proposed to us that they are also part of Boulder City, and that they should also participate in public affairs and have the power to obtain black cards...... But if we don't change the rules of the past, we can't accept them. ”

"You said that the power of the black card is unequal, and I think so too. In that case, we're making some changes and allowing some of the Wastelanders from outside to join us. And in exchange, from now on we can also play to earn chips. ”

"Admit it, the old ways are outdated! It's time to turn the page with the past! Smarter and more capable people must be given more resources, more chips! ”

Voting session.

He won, unsurprisingly.

Not outright winning though.

The parliament negotiated a compromise by adding a few words to the original rule, so that the change was not very significant, and all controversy was settled.

The previous rule was that "in-city residents are not allowed to play to earn chips", but they changed it to "In principle, it is not suitable for in-city residents to go down to earn chips", and taught the next generation as an ancestral motto - "It is not decent for in-city residents to go out and earn chips". In this way, a moral bond is added, and the binding force is not only not weakened, but theoretically strengthened.

Most people have a vague feeling in their minds that this is not appropriate.

It is not a good idea to add water to more noodles and add noodles to more water.

Even the cooks know that this will face the dilemma of "kneading more and more noodles", and in the end, they don't know what to do at all.

But some things are like cigarettes, and people who have smoked often find it difficult to hold back from taking a puff, until they see the mottled yellow teeth, they will regret it, why didn't they take it easy in the first place......

"Do you think you can do better than them?"

An abrupt voice came from behind him, interrupting Sperger's thoughts.

He turned around and saw a man with a blank face.

"You...... Are you Mr. Fang Ming? ”

"Yes."

Spirger had probably guessed that the man in front of him was not a human, but just an AI who "assisted the residents of the inner city in managing the affairs of Boulder City".

He is like the operating system of the machine, and he is also a part of the machine.

Sperger's Adam's apple moved, and he looked at him with a desperate expression.

"We ...... Is it just an experiment? ”

Fang Ming replied expressionlessly.

"It's not."

This answer made Sperger's heart feel a little better.

But he still couldn't understand it.

After a long silence, he said in a hoarse voice with a hint of questioning.

"The oldest...... That first resident, he asked you to take care of his descendants, you obviously saw it all, why didn't you do anything? ”

"Why?" Fang Ming repeated his words as they were, looking at him intently, "You actually asked me why I didn't do anything." ”

"You know what? The most disgusting and annoying thing about you creatures is that you always fantasize about 'someone else' helping you, and you always want to blame your own problems on something else, whether it's human or not. ”

Spurg looked at him in astonishment, not understanding why he had suddenly become so angry.

Fang Ming continued expressionlessly.

"When you are hungry, you fantasize that the savior will give you bread, and when you are in pain, you fantasize that the savior will give you painkillers. Now, you, the descendant of a certain human race, have the audacity to ask me, 'Why is the 'City Lord' watching? Your father, your grandfather...... Isn't there a single animal that can speak up and tell you that I'm just an AI called a 'city lord' because they want the city to never have a living 'owner' and that everything I can do is what you told me to do. ”

Looking at Spurge, who didn't know anything, Fang Ming's expressionless face suddenly had a faint trace of pity.

Although that's only a little.

"It's a pity, I'm not your fantasy savior, at most an overseer. You beg me to think of a way, but pray directly to the bread and hope that it would better fall from the sky on its own. You've already invented it anyway, haven't you? Your thoughts, your technology, your methods, you think that as long as someone knows how it came about, as long as they know that it's called bread, it will grow out of the shelves on its own in the future, right? ”

"The screening room is right at your feet, and you can come in and talk to it at any time. And then you did the stupidest thing ever, you locked this room completely, and I allowed you to stand here simply because people thought you were dead. ”

Spurg argued in a cold sweat.

"That'...... Not what we asked for! ”

Fang Ming looked at him expressionlessly.

"So what? Did you refuse? ”

Sperger was speechless.

He didn't even know that there was such a thing, and how could he refuse to be secretly shut up by the nobles.

To put it bluntly, he hadn't even seen the black card, let alone used it, and he couldn't even hear what the old men were discussing.

However, Fang Ming seemed to see through his thoughts, and continued without any mercy.

"The black card is nothing, if you read the past of Boulder City, you should know that it is just a room card. If there's any magic in it, it's you, not me, an AI you've created. ”

"In the end, you didn't do anything, and until the end you were fantasizing about a great lord doing things for you that you didn't know how to do. You feel that as long as he attacks the enemy that does not exist on your behalf, all problems will be solved and everything will be fine. ”

"You should be glad that I kept my promise until the end, otherwise I would have wiped you out of this ruin in the most convenient way, and let your problems disappear with you filthy creatures, which is true mercy."

Looking at Sperger, who was silent, the person who was called the city lord, slowly opened his mouth and continued.

"To answer your previous question, a certain old man who has been dead for many years has indeed asked me to take care of you, and asked me to return to you something that he kept with me after you have passed all the tests."

Sperger: "...... What is that? ”

"Something that can wipe you off this planet."

Looking at the frightened Sberg, Fang Ming paused and continued.

"Of course, it can also erase other people, and destroying each other is one of the guarantees of peace."

"The old man has seen through you, and he knows that your cowardice and greed will harm you and everyone, so he and the others begged me with me, hoping that I will watch for him until you pass all the tests or die all. And I've kept my promise...... In the A ending that you can see, all of you are dead, and then there is a downward spiral, and there is no other possibility of salvation. ”

"The voting is about to begin."

"This is probably the last one."

He turned his back to the dejected Sperger.

"Come with me."

"I'll take you to see the final ending."

……

Downstairs in the Union Building, it was snow-capped, and winter was almost at its coldest time.

Dressed in a warm and expensive tweed coat, Malvern looked up at the building in front of him, which was not yet fully completed, but had already been put into use.

He had many things to say in his heart, but he didn't know how to say them.

The Inner City Conference has begun again.

As the president of the Bank of Megalith, the honorable black card holder, he is the person who should not be absent, but he really does not have the courage to face the skeptical gaze and the angry scolding and reprimands of those shareholders and friends.

What's more, he didn't think they could reach any consensus at the meeting, it was not only the chips that were gradually failing, but also the black cards in their hands.

He admits to being an incompetent governor.

He used everything he could think of, but it seemed to be itching in his boots, and he still couldn't save the train that was speeding into the abyss.

Maybe......

Her daughter was right.

After all, it's really not something esoteric, even some smart kids can understand...... As long as she exchanged the rag doll in her hand for a wooden hair card for 1 silver coin, the little girl in the slum could get a new dress.

But just as he answered her at that celebration at that time—

"It's too late...... Is it? ”

Looking at the goose-feathered snow, Malvern muttered to himself.

In fact......

Not necessarily.

As long as the Alliance is willing to make good on its promise to let a shipment of silver-priced goods into that giant wall instead of hesitating outside, everything will be fine!

If only the alliance would lend him a loan!

Those profiteers and poor devils don't care for the time being, at least let his shareholders exchange their chips for silver coins first, after all, that's a lot of money!

A glimmer of hope reignited in Malvin's eyes.

That man......

The man who stood on the stage and spoke impassionedly, vowing to end the Wasteland Age once and for all, must be considerate of his own difficulties!

He's a truly good man!

Dearest Idealist!

Even the most despicable wasteland can be cared for by him, let alone someone as capable as himself?

A fire burned in Malvin's eyes.

Praise the manager!

He's never loved this guy so from the bottom of his heart!

At this time, old Charlie walked out of the main entrance of the building, looked at Malvern and said.

"Come with me, our administrator is waiting for you inside."

His heart was pounding, and Malvin squeezed a flattering smile out of his face, nodded and said.

"Thank you...... Thank you. ”

Old Charlie gave him a sympathetic look, but finally did not say the words "Thank you too soon", and led him into the building.

Walk through stairs and hallways.

Malvern finally saw the man who had spoken at the celebration again, and his heart was once again like a thousand ants crawling on it.

Chu Guang stopped the pen in his hand and looked at him standing in the room.

"You're here?"

Malvin nodded hurriedly and said with a smile.

"I'm here to apologize...... We had a bit of a situation where the town hall had to withhold a part of the goods, so that there were a lot of defaults in the industrial area. We will urge those factories to pay the arrears to your company, and I hope that these small situations will not affect the contract between us. ”

Chu Guang said casually.

"It doesn't matter, I understand your difficulties, how to write in the contract, just do it, non-governmental business and our cooperation are two different things."

Seeing that Chu Guang was so easy to speak, Malvin breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face became even happier.

"Thank you for your generosity and understanding! I...... Can I ask you one more thing? ”

"What's the matter?"

"The previous agreement to let go of the free exchange of chips and silver coins ......" Malvin smiled sheepishly and clasped his palms together, "For some compelling reasons, I implore you to honor our contract early, and I'm sorry for your trouble!" ”

"Why?"

"For ......" Looking at Chu Guang with playful eyes, a drop of cold sweat broke out on Malvin's forehead, and he continued with a smile, "We lent you so much money when you needed help the most, and now we have encountered a little difficulty, shouldn't you help us?" ”

Seeing that Chu Guang's expression did not change at all, he hurriedly continued.

"Of course! I'll admit that it's a bit difficult to ask you to do that right away...... We can negotiate, for example, a debt swap! How about you give us 500 million silver coins and we forgive your debts of 1 billion chips? In the end, you will save a lot of principal and interest. ”

500 million silver coins are enough to buy more than 500,000 tons of grain, enough for the people of Megalith City to eat for four years!

Of course, he won't spend all of it on food, he'll use most of it to buy industrial goods to improve the lives of the survivors of Boulder City. This time, he will seriously do something to restructure the economy of Boulder City and bring the trade relationship between the two sides back to normal again.

Chu Guang's promise to him was not interested, and he said indifferently.

"A billion chips in debt...... But just a few days ago, we prepared the principal and interest of the year after tomorrow and the year after the year that you said. ”

Malvin chuckled in his heart, sweat the size of a bean appeared on his forehead, and he suddenly felt his legs paralyzed, and fell to his knees with a thud.

"Please...... I beg you to raise your hand and let us go! Three billion chips! No, we've forgiven all your debts! As long as you are willing to give me 500 million silver coins...... No, 400 million is fine! ”

Chu Guang looked at Malvin in silence and suddenly sighed.

"Get up."

Malvin didn't move, and even stuck his head to the ground.

Chu Guang was a little impatient.

"I don't talk to kneeling people, if you continue like this, I'll let Lu Bei throw you out."

Malvin's shoulders trembled, he had no doubt that Chu Guang would do this, so he trembled and got up from the ground.

Chu Guang looked at the ash on his knees, then at his expensive coat, and finally at his eyes.

"Do you still think that the alliance made you what you are?"

Malvern was silent.

Chu Guang knew that this guy wanted to nod, and he thought that everything was his fault, but he didn't dare to squeak because he wanted it.

Although he didn't want to humiliate his opponent, looking at the face that was humble to the dust, Chu Guang couldn't help but say.

"Why would you rather kneel before me and beg for mercy, and carry the coffin to my house and weep, than take your shareholders and discuss it with your residents? You put your hopes in the chips, you put your hopes in the black cards, and now you are running to me. ”

"When the Chewing Bone Tribe came in, you closed the door, refused to send a single soldier, and yelled that we would throw our products out of your settlement, so that we would not earn a single bargaining chip...... Did you ever think that today we would fulfill you in this way? ”

"Why are you embarrassed to say that you reached out to help us? We haven't even settled this old account with you! ”

Remorse and pain blended into bitter wine, blurring the pupils that were losing their light.

Malvin opened her mouth, like an old gramophone, and muttered pleading in despair.

"Please, please, hold up your noble hand, if you are willing to help us through this...... We're willing to buy your stuff! From now on, you will be the master of Qingquan City and the master of the entire river valley province! Whatever you say is what it is! We all listen to you, where you are dissatisfied, we will change according to your requirements! ”

Although he also knew in his heart that the matter had come to this point, Chu Guang would never use the blood of the alliance to feed the whale in Boulder City, which still had half a breath left.

But he couldn't help but humbly pray.

At least better than nothing.

That's the only thing he can do now......

Chu Guang looked at him with pity.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't even survive this year, how can you make me believe that 500 million silver coins can save your life. And what you're doing at the moment makes me feel like I'm playing the piano to a cow. ”

"It's a pity, you've always had the opportunity to put the brakes on and re-examine our relationship, our relationship with the wasteland."

"However, your stupidity and naivety make me feel that your chips are really worthless."

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(This chapter recycles all the foreshadowing, combined with chapter 447 One Hundred Years of Solitude, to make up for the perspective of the "ordinary survivor colony", and their attitudes and opinions on the post-war reconstruction committee, the wasteland, and themselves.) Boulder City is one of the survivor settlements supported by the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, and the follow-up plot will also mention the settlement that has nothing to do with the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, so I will do my best to make the story and characters a little fuller, don't worry. ）

(End of chapter)