It's an old friend, and you can't give less than outsiders, right?

Chu Guang originally thought so, but when he saw the acquisition proposal of 1 billion Cr, the whole person was still stunned for a moment.

It's okay to buy it with money...

Is you the kind of person who will be bought by money?!

In the conference room of the Alliance Building, Chu Guang and Yi Chuan sat in front of the round conference table.

Thinking that the manager was disgusted with the money given, Yi Chuan coughed dryly, lowered his voice and continued.

"The price is negotiable······ In addition, in addition to the amount on the surface, we can also deposit a sum of money into your personal account privately.

This situation is not uncommon in Yunjian Province, and many bigwigs in the settlement have bought mansions with a view of the sea of clouds in Ideal City. Even outside of Yunjian Province, Boulder City, which is far away in Qingquan City, River Valley Province and is not a partner at all, has many big names who will send their families there before.

It's just that because the two sides are too far away, the so-called nobles in those settlements usually can't get too much Cr, and at most they can live a similar life to ordinary people in Ideal City.

The alliance is an important strategic partner of the enterprise, which is naturally not comparable to Boulder City.

The two sides have signed a currency swap agreement a long time ago, and its strategic significance is naturally more strategic than the company's general partners in the cloud-to-cloud province.

At least in Yi Chuan's opinion, this is not a taboo that cannot be discussed, but after hearing his hints, Chu Guang's expression became serious.

"Mr. Yi, how long have we known each other?" Yi Chuan was stunned.

"It's been more than half a year······ What's wrong?" Chu Guang said bitterly.

"Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Seeing his expression, Yi Chuan was dumbfounded. Without waiting for this guy to speak, Chu Guang continued.

"It's true that our alliance is still very backward and can't catch up with your prosperity, but I'm willing to stay with my companions."

"Don't say anything that hinders unity!" Yi Chuan nodded with a smile.

"I'm sorry····· I was presumptuous, but this is just a plan we offer, no offense."

Chu Guang sighed and continued.

"I understand that spending money to solve it is the easiest way to solve it, and it is not a problem to solve it with gold, but what we are discussing now is a new thing that may determine the future of the planet beneath our feet······ Let me put it another way, will you sell products that are not yet mature to customers?"

Yi Chuan subconsciously shook his head. "Surely not."

Chu Guang looked at him and said sincerely. "So are we."

"We have carved out a whole new route in the research branch of the mutant slime mold, and we have high hopes that it will put an end to the wasteland and that it will bring us a better and more harmonious future······ In the new world we envision, the slime mutant will no longer be used as a weapon, but as a medium that can help us understand ourselves and the universe."

"Because we expect so much from it, we don't want to burn ourselves too soon when it's not perfect."

Yi Chuan nodded in understanding, but couldn't help but ask. "But······ Wouldn't it be more helpful to involve more scholars and experts to realize your dreams?"

Guessing that he would say this, Chu Guang sighed and said.

"Yes, but we are well aware of the unreliability of human nature, and we must be wary of it being used for other purposes. Whether this is done with good intentions or with bad intentions, there can be unpredictable consequences······ You should have seen what has become of the province of Geumcheon."

Yi Chuan looked at Chu Guang dumbly.

"That······ What kind of cooperation would you like to take?" "At least not in this way," Chu Guang gently pushed back the agreement on the table and continued, "I can tell you the bottom line on our side.

Yi Chuan nodded seriously.

"You say."

Chu Guang raised three fingers.

"First, the brood is not transferred, and 'Little Feather' must remain in the Alliance, and it must be in our refuge, so that the brood can be absolutely controlled."

"Second, in order to prevent new mutations from occurring, we will not breed new mothers with independent consciousness, so as to avoid the mother's loss of control."

"Thirdly, we will reach out to areas that need to be cleared of the brood, but the assistance plan needs to be based on the input of our researchers, and our people must lead the implementation process."

"Except for these three non-negotiable ones, everything else can be discussed." To put it simply, Xiao Yu is like the "giant panda" of the alliance.

It's just that its significance is not only to watch, but also to unlock the "blind boxes" on the wasteland that have been sealed by mutant slime molds for more than 200 years.

The ruins unlocked in the center of Qingquan City are enough to usher in a technological explosion in the Alliance, and there are many ruins in the wasteland that are not inferior to Qingquan City.

Not even just Middle-earth, not even just on land. The alliance can share the research results for the benefit of all mankind, but for the benefit of the alliance, Chu Guang must leave this little feather in Vault 404.

Through human radio, telepathic interference, and quantum computer technology, Xiao Yu can get rid of a series of natural constraints such as "self-limitation" and "insufficient computing power", and open "sub-bases" all over the planet. And as long as Xiao Yu's body stays in the shelter, then these sub-bases that open all over the world will also be safe and controllable.

After listening to Chu Guang's conditions, Yi Chuan opened his mouth, but he didn't expect such a deep thing, after all, the company's understanding of Xiao Yu was only a series of smoke bombs released by the "Qingquan City Daily".

After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but ask.

"What we signed earlier······ What about the data exchange protocol for the study of the slime mold variant?"

Seeing the concern in Yi Chuan's eyes, Chu Guang said with a smile.

"Of course it works, we just hope that before this technology matures, we will lead how this new technical route will continue to go down."

After a pause, looking at Yi Chuan, who was relieved, Chu Guang continued.

"We don't necessarily mean the final future, but for now this is the most promising route we have explored to solve the problems at hand, and I believe in our scholars and technicians, and I will support them to the end without any interference."

Looking at the content of the shorthand on the holographic screen, Yi Chuan stretched out his index finger and pinched his eyebrows, and sighed after a while.

"I will report your request to the Council······ But honestly, I can't think of a better alternative than 1 billion Cr, maybe you can give me a hint or advice."

The biggest difference between the two major forces, the Corporation, the Legion, and the Academy, on brood-related issues is that they don't have a lot of territory, just a prosperous ideal city.

There are broods in the province of the clouds, but those broods are not on the company's own territory after all.

And based on the self-limiting nature of the slime mold variants they discovered, the little population and wild xenos in the wasteland weren't enough to support them to multiply like they did two centuries ago.

In other words, companies are interested in the slime mold variant in Clear Springs City, as it unlocks large areas of unexplored territory. However, they don't really have an urgent need to solve the brood in the Cloud Province.

This is why the Council is more inclined to negotiate a suitable price with the Alliance.

In contrast, the Legions, who have conquered vast territories but are helpless about the problems of their own turf, are more desperate to obtain the technology to control slime molds.

There are more broods entrenched in the territory of the Wilantes than in the swamps, clouds, and valleys combined······

Now that the academy and enterprises have come to the door one after another, as the news spreads, eighty percent of the representatives of the legion will soon come to Dawning City. It's hard to negotiate with those lunatics alone to get much of a concession unless you bring the company and the academy together······

Chu Guang pondered for a moment, and suddenly blurted out in his heart. "We can solve it

and set up a multilaterally involved cross-regional cooperation committee on issues related to the slime fungus."

Yi Chuan hesitated and asked.

"Is it similar to the Post-War Reconstruction Committee?" Chu Guang shook his head.

"No, this committee is not administratively binding, and it doesn't deal with other areas, just about the slime fungus variant. All parties can put forward their own demands at the meeting and discuss them openly with other members to seek common ground while reserving differences."

If consensus can be reached on the agenda related to the straelus variant, cooperation in other areas can also be carried out on this basis.

At least a foundation of trust.

Yi Chuan thought for a moment, seemed to realize the benefits of setting up this committee, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he spoke.

"That sounds like a good idea! Including the previous demands, I will also give feedback to the council!"

A smile appeared on Chu Guang's face, and he got up with Yi Chuan, who got up from the conference table, and stretched out his right hand to him who was walking towards him. "I hope we have a good time working together!"

While Chu Guang was discussing the details of the "Symbiotic Slime Research Committee" on behalf of the alliance and the representatives of the enterprise, Cindison, who was imprisoned in a small black room, was being interrogated by the Guards Corps.

To the surprise of the interrogators in charge, before they had even begun the interrogation, Cindison, who had just been invited to sit in a chair, confessed everything in one go.

It's not just Cindison.

The same goes for the other six suspects.

They are all traders in the raw materials of nutritional pastes and fertilizers, and this year they planned to take advantage of the peak of the wave to buy a batch of fruiting body wreckage to sell to the Free State, but the Union authorities suddenly issued a document saying that the fruiting body wreckage was not for sale.

And it's not just that it won't be sold this time, and it won't be sold in the future.

Seeing that the cooked duck was about to fly away, these traders suddenly blew up, and they even found a buyer, but the alliance told them not to sell it.

As a result, Cindison came up with a plan and planned the "Qingquan City Daily" case, hoping to incite public opinion in Dawning City and put pressure on the coalition authorities.

However, he clearly underestimated the cohesion within the Alliance's society, which might have been of little use to the former Boulder City, but to the survivors of Dawn, it would only allow them to shoot themselves in the foot.

Looking at the three-page transcript, the two people sitting at the interrogation table exchanged glances, and one of them looked at Cindison and couldn't help but ask.

「······ That's what you're doing?"

Cindison nodded tremblingly, trying to explain. "This······ It's not a trivial matter, it's a billion-dollar deal."

More than a billion cloth dollars, converted into dinars, is only about 10 million, converted into the alliance's silver coins is only a million.

The two interrogators didn't know what to say for a moment, and exchanged glances with each other, making eye contact.

Is it possible that he is lying? ＇

The confessions of several suspects were similar, and no other physical evidence was found in the room······· This is very unlikely.

it······ With this bit of, I thought it was a big case.

,i# Big%,

Looking at the interrogator's face getting darker and darker, Cindison felt even more panicked, and finally couldn't hold back her fear and asked cautiously.

"Two big brothers······ I, I'm not a spy. The interrogator sitting on the right said with a dark face.

"The available evidence does not prove that you are a spy, but your actions still have an extremely bad impact and indirectly cause serious damage to the property of the citizens of the Alliance."

Another interrogator continued.

"Just last night, the protesters burned down the warehouse of the Tujia printing house, and today the newspapers in the whole city are out of stock, and the estimated loss is in the millions of silver coins. Even if you're not a spy, you can't get away with inciting sabotage."

When he heard that the protesters had set the printing plant on fire, Cindison broke out in a cold sweat, which was completely different from the script he had originally thought.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if he fell into the hands of those people. What made him even more panicked was that now everyone was afraid that everyone would know that he had been taken from the Highway Town Hotel.

In other words, they already knew who he was... "I admit it! I'm losing money!" Clenching her cuffed fists, Cindison pleaded, "I'm willing to pay double as long as you're willing to let me out of here······ I promise never to do this again!"

The interrogator chuckled and cast a disdainful look at him. "Regret it now? What did you do earlier?"

Another interrogator said in a teasing tone.

"The crime of inciting sabotage is an indictment, there is no settlement, financial compensation can be exempted from hard labor, but a sentence of more than 10 years cannot be escaped. If you want me to say, if you are really a spy, you can probably get leniency. You're doing this stupid thing for millions, we just want to help you find opportunities to make meritorious contributions, and there is nowhere to find them."

After working all night, they caught a little mouse, and both of them were speechless, and they poured their anger on this guy.

Seeing that the plea was useless, Cindison completely tore off the mask of compromise and yelled at the two people in front of the interrogation table with a fierce expression.

"I am a merchant in the Free State of Bugra, I am not your citizen, and you have no right to arrest me! I, I want to see your managers! Looking at his ugly appearance, the two interrogators smiled.

"You still want to meet the manager?"

"We don't care where you are, even if you are a relative of the Marshal of the Legion, and you break the law on our territory, you must still be punished by the law."

Cindison's eyes were full of fear, but she couldn't help but say in a threatening tone.

"You ······ Aren't you afraid of causing diplomatic disputes?"

Looking at this guy with poor donkey skills, the two interrogators laughed.

"Diplomacy? What do we have to talk to you about?"

"If you're not convinced, let your army try it." Hearing this, Cindison suddenly slumped in her chair like a deflated ball, her eyes dark with despair.

Of course, the Free State's army would not be mobilized for such a small role as him, and even if his henchmen outside could help him hire paid mercenaries, those stragglers would definitely not be the opponents of the Alliance Army.

I heard that a long time ago, the Legion in the Free State had bribed mercenaries there to attack the northern part of the Alliance, but they were defeated.

It is said that those guys did not run into the regular army of the Union. The two sides are not opponents in one dimension at all.

He seems to be in this prison······ On the other side, the Great Rift Valley, Origin City.

The man sitting in the reception room was quietly looking down at the settlement outside the floor-to-ceiling window, with a mockery on the corner of his mouth.

Stale, depressed, depressed, lifeless, like a sleepy sunset······ He could think of any negative description that could be placed on this settlement without mishesitation.

Known as the City of Origin, this settlement was once the earliest settlement in the wasteland, even older than the Ideal City on the East Coast.

However, with the dissolution of the post-war reconstruction committee, the settlement has lost its former glory, and only a little bit of faint afterglow remains in the barren yellow earth.

The settlement resembles an old man with half his feet in a coffin, with a frowning stench of corpses.

However, when he saw the chief secretary in a white robe walking out of the room, the man's face still showed a respectful and humble expression and nodded slightly.

The chief secretary looked at him expressionlessly, like a priest, and spoke in a solemn voice without a hint of emotion.

"Please come with me."

The man bowed slightly, did not speak to him, and followed his footsteps through the open door into the conference room with its obsidian table.

An old man with a white beard sat upright at the head of the conference table. The old man is the master of the Great Rift Valley.

The man bowed slightly, politely

Said.

"Dear Chief Sir, what are your instructions?"

The old man, who was called the chief, did not speak immediately, but spoke in a kind tone.

"You may be seated."

The man bowed his head and pulled out a chair at the end of the conference table and sat down.

His name is Odo, and he is the mayor of the Free State, a position equivalent to that of the lord of a general survivor colony.

The previous mayor was impeached for Bugra's implicit support for the Legion's atrocities in the province of Lok Ha, and the new mayor is an out-and-out pro-business faction – that is, a supporter of the Liberal State Assembly's reforms in favor of the corporate management system.

Despite accusations that he had received black money from Sigma, the owner of the Flint Corporation, he was still an approachable leader in the eyes of many citizens of the Free State.

And the same is true for the chief sitting at the conference table. He admired this humble young man more than the previous unruly mayor who carried him behind his back and hooked up with the eastward expansion faction of the legion.

He was young, capable, and courageous, and his pupils were clear, like a burning torch.

The old man did not like the enterprises that had betrayed the War Construction Committee, nor did he agree with the choices of those who rebelled, but he admitted that those people had something to learn from.

Looking at Otto sitting at the conference table with an open mind asking for advice, the old man spoke slowly.

"I've heard that the brood in Clear Springs has been eradicated by the Alliance, and it seems to be a young force that has just been formed, and their leader is the administrator of Vault 404."

Otto nodded respectfully. "I've heard about it, too.

With a satisfied smile on the old man's face, he slowly continued.

"It seems that you have not forgotten your mission, and I am gratified. Mutant slime molds are one of the main threats to the wasteland, and we've tried many things over the years, but unfortunately we haven't been able to really solve them until the post-war Reconstruction Committee was disbanded

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Otto listened respectfully to the old man's recounting of the past, but with a hint of disapproval and disdain in his heart.

In his opinion, the war of two hundred years ago was stupid enough in itself, a group of people who had smashed the two worlds into ruins for the sake of inexplicable faith, and everyone had to live a hard life together.

Now that it has become like this, it is even more hopelessly stupid.

A bunch of old things who have been lying in the grave, unwilling to bring their failures and shame into the grave for reflection, and who are babbling at them young people.

To put it bluntly, he didn't care about any mutant slime molds, and he wasn't interested in worrying about the wastelanders out there, and he didn't understand why he cared about their lives or deaths.

Wouldn't it be nice to just let them die?

When they're all dead, there's no wasteland.

However, looking at the old man's approving appearance, Odo still echoed it against his will for the sake of his supporters.

「······ It's truly a miracle and they have a lot to learn from us."

The old man nodded slowly, staring at the young child in front of him with cloudy pupils.

"I'm glad you think so······ To cut a long story short, I'm worried that I've been in a daze for a long time without paying attention, and my time is not worth the precious youth you have to wait for.

After a pause, he continued in a gentle tone. "I want you to do something."

Otto sighed inwardly, and sure enough, it came again, but he continued with that respectful expression and humility.

"Please."

The old man spoke slowly and continued.

"You and they are both survivors of the River Valley Province, but I note that you are not very close, which is unwise, and I hope that you can get along more harmoniously and cooperate more on the common problems faced by all mankind······ For example, now is a good opportunity."

Otto was stunned for a moment and said with a wry smile.

"We······ Not against cooperation, but it's hard to say whether they want to or not

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As before, the old man never thought about the status quo.

The Bougra Free State and the Union are rivals in regional affairs, and diplomatic relations between the two sides have not been harmonious or even frictional from the beginning.

Not to mention whether they can establish friendly diplomatic relations with the alliance, the key is that in their diplomatic strategic map, the alliance is not a worthy object at all.

Even its existence was a mistake from the start.

The Bone Chewing Rebellion was supposed to destroy everything from the central to the southern part of the River Valley Province, paving the way for the southward expansion of the "inconvenient to do it yourself" free states like a fire.

The previous mayor had even planned to join forces with the legion's eastward expansion in Qingquan City.

As a result, because this alliance came out of nowhere, sheltered the fleeing homeless, and successively defeated the eastward expansion faction of the Chewing Bone Tribe and the Legion, so that their plans were completely in vain, and hundreds of millions of investments were wasted.

While Otto is not a pro-legionist, or even a pro-corporate, at odds with the former mayor's politics, they have one thing in common: a desire for true freedom.

The survivors of Boguerra do not want to be puppets of a grave.

However, whether it was to the west for help, or to the east, the alliance entrenched in the southern part of the valley province was the biggest obstacle.

Otto wished the Alliance would explode into a cloud of fireworks tomorrow, how could he possibly cooperate with the wastelanders on an issue they didn't care about.

They would even prefer to connect with the Torch Church in the south!

But none of this can be said, and besides, it doesn't make any sense to say it.

The old thing was so old that he couldn't listen to anyone else's opinions, and he didn't care about what anyone else cared about. In those cloudy pupils, there was only the fantasy of dying, and the unrealistic longing for the past.

His greatest sin is that he has lived too long. People don't deserve to live that long.

"You have to try, don't you?"

Unaware that the child in front of him was cursing in his heart, the old man smiled faintly and continued in a gentle tone. "Go ahead and try it, as if this was the subject I gave you. If you pass the test, I will increase the amount of energy you will supply you by 15% for the next five years. Of course, if you can't do it, I can only regret to raise energy prices appropriately for the next three years······ I hope you understand that I am persuading you in this way, it is a necessary urging."

Although the free state of Bugra also has its own solar and wind geothermal power generation facilities, these renewable energy sources alone cannot support the consumption of the entire settlement.

The Great Rift Valley supplies more than 70% of the energy consumed by the Free State, and

This is one of the reasons why this city that never sleeps has been able to rise from the wasteland.

More than a dozen generations later, he doesn't know what the boys think now, and he doesn't know how to communicate with them, but using energy as a bargaining chip to convince them to be obedient has always been a good idea.

A century and a half ago, those poor people needed energy to make a fire to keep them warm, and today, a century and a half later, their children need energy to support a life of luxury.

It doesn't matter how they use that energy, it seems to him that it's all the same. Moderate rewards and punishments can motivate children.

This method has been tried and tested time and again.

These legacies belong to them after all, and he is just guiding them properly.

Just as the old man had expected, the young man slowly lowered his head and said respectfully.

"Remember your teachings, and we'll try." A relieved smile appeared on the old man's face.

However, his cloudy pupils didn't pay attention, and while Otto bowed his head and said this, he couldn't help but clench his fist hidden under the table...

This humiliation.

Sooner or later, he will double it!

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