The official website of Wasteland oL.

The forum was as lively as ever.

It's the most well-informed hub in the entire wasteland, and while it's not as big as the Ideal City's endpoint cloud, the realm that spans the two worlds is something that the latter can't keep up with on a warp speed ship.

No family: "Big news! A new 'Shadow Harbor' has been added to the southern border between Golden Gallen Harbor and the Western Lan Empire! The key landmark's abandoned ship's hometown, the hotel, the abandoned freighter stranded on the beach is! Having a conversation with the bartender triggers the Smuggling Mission! Any Xilan coins that can't be used can be used there!"

Flying Pig: "666!"

Let's get a spicy strip: "Big guy! Is there a level requirement? (Color)"

No family: "No! Just watch your waist! If you don't worry, you can bring two forces to tie livestock, of course, one iron can of our burning corps is enough! (bared teeth)"

No family: "Ah! By the way, the people of the empire will go there at night, and if there are people who are interested in smuggling, try to go during the day! Or train a few NPC agents to do it for you!"

Shortly after the post was sent.

The professional players who are active in the area of Golden Gallen Harbor have poured in, and hundreds of floors have been built for the post in just ten minutes.

Lao Bai, who had been confused by Fang's riddles for a long time, finally saw this station, and couldn't help but go back to the herd of cattle and horses to complain.

"Damn, that's it."

Fang Chang: "You finally found out? (squinting smiles)"

Lao Bai: "But don't you need to worry about smuggling?"

Fang Chang: "Look at what kind of goods it is, the crops in the Golden Gallen Harbor are mainly cash crops, and these things can't be eaten. At this stage, all the goods that come in are the goods that the locals need, and the goods that we need, and the loss of a little tax revenue can export the accumulated inflation to the Xilan side, which is acceptable to the new authorities of the Golden Gallen Port."

In the market model of classical times, the flow of inflation and money were the same, and the flow of goods was reversed.

The Alliance's ability to spread inflation evenly among its allies is largely due to the fact that silver coins have flowed out of the hands of their administrators into the pockets of others. And the allies of the alliance are willing to pay for this small price for some greater good.

Not even just in-game, but also outside the game, the participants in the "Silver Exchange" are not only players, but also some cloud players who follow the trend. The exchange ratio of silver coins to other currencies reflects a similar relationship between supply and demand. The fact that the price of silver coins fluctuates significantly at each auction is a clear indication of the supply and demand that is reflected in the lots at auction.

The same is true of the Golden Gallen Harbor, not only the money stored in the treasury of the Emperor of the Xilan Empire, but also a large number of nobles and private banks that are ready to get rid of the Xilan coins in their hands. And "shadow ports" such as Jiaotou Bay provide them with a channel.

The people on the other side collect the Xilan coins, which can provide them with the goods that are piled up on the side of the empire, but are urgently needed on the side of the Golden Gallen port. And they can use these goods to exchange the "new money" of the silver coin-pegged gallons from the hands of laborers, factories, shopkeepers, etc.

Emperor Xilan thought that the embargo would collapse the port of Golden Gallen, but he may have forgotten that the force was reciprocal.

There are so many villages, settlements and even aristocratic estates around the port that they need to digest the mountains of monolithic cargo.

The Golden Gallen Harbor is facing nothing more than the inflation of the West Dollar, and they are facing even more severe deflation.

If they couldn't sell the piles of goods, they had to dump them into the Yongliu River, and in order to prevent this from happening, the local nobles would definitely try their best to open up the border import and export routes, whether it was to buy the border army or use their authority to exert pressure.

The embargo was announced when the royal authority had already been damaged by the defeat of the Gray Wolf Army, and to a large extent, His Majesty had done something that had injured a thousand enemies and damaged ten thousand himself.

Once a new interest group is formed, both armies on the border will have to become warlords who will not accept the orders of the king.

If only this game were that real.

Fang Chang: "...... That Jiaotou Bay should have just popped up, in fact, there were people doing this business during the ceasefire. According to my observations, some of the busiest water rafting ports are mainly along the northwest coast of the Yongliu River, which is mainly the area actually controlled by the Black Panther Army, and at night the Yongliu River is full of boats drifting on the water."

Fang Chang: "Some of the nobles of the Golden Gallen Harbor sent their Xilan coins there to exchange them for goods such as double-headed cattle, sugar, sand and gravel, flax, spices, etc., but the capacity of the inland port is limited, and if Jiaotou Bay can be developed, it may be possible for us to dump the Xilan coins faster."

Tempest: "What about when you're done with your Silan coins?" (curious)"

Fang Chang: "By then, the reconstruction of the Golden Gallen Harbor will be almost complete, and the survivors of the Xilan Empire will be interested in anything other than waste paper."

Night Ten: "MMP, I knew I was messing with you. (funny)"

Lao Bai: "By the way, you're still in Dawning City?"

Night Ten: "I haven't been there for a long time, as soon as Ice Sea City's archives opened, Tempest and I passed."

Tempest: "To be exact, there are the Academy NPCs named Jiang Xuezhou and Jiujiu. (squinting smiles)"

Fang Chang: "We're really 108,000 miles away. (laughing and crying)"

Night Ten: "Small problem, at least on one planet. (funny)"

Tempest: "+1."

There may be a vacuum in order, but there is one thing that does not.

That's power.

As soon as a vacancy arises, a new one will fill it.

For better and for worse.

Even if it's just a momentary gap......

On the second day after the curtain came down on the first "Investment Promotion" dinner in Golden Gallen Port, the entrance of the Golden Gallen Port City Hall was full of people.

The man in the exoskeleton walked to the door, turned on the speaker of the helmet, and shouted into the crowd.

"Everyone, be quiet, don't crowd."

"Our rules here, bidding is not in order, admission qualifications and audit standards, processes, etc. have been posted on the public notice board, after reading it, go to the door to get the number and wait for the number to enter, any interested individual or collective can participate! Anyone!"

At this time, someone from the crowd of foreigners soon shouted.

"Sir! Is it okay for a pigeon-people?"

"I said it, anyone!" Looking at the surging crowd, he shouted, "Also, don't call us master! The Alliance doesn't have that!"

The crowd crowded at the door of the city hall suddenly erupted in warm applause and cheers, and some people looked displeased, but for the sake of money, they could only endure it.

Looking at the young man who arched his hands and thanked him for a thousand thanks, he smiled and waved his hand, but then he suddenly came back to his senses.

Wait a minute.

This guy is a pigeon?

In just one day, nearly 200 bids were received for 37 infrastructure projects, more than half of which were from Silvermoon Bay and lifestyle professionals operating in the area of Golden Gallen Harbor.

It took three days to carry out the work of background adjustment and capital verification.

In the past three days, Fang Chang found more than a dozen players who had worked in the municipal department or had served as administrators in large enterprises from among the Burning Corps and the players operating in the vicinity, and while guiding the two hundred newly recruited civil servants of the Golden Gallen Port City Hall to familiarize themselves with the business, he completed the review of the more than two hundred bidding documents.

After excluding more than 100 companies and individuals whose qualifications failed or had serious false concealment, a total of 22 infrastructure projects were finally found to be specifically responsible for the company or individual.

The remaining 15 projects are mostly asset-heavy projects, such as the reconstruction of main roads and highways, the construction of ports, freight railways, civil railways, and so on. Without a certain strength, even if you are greedy, you can't eat the considerable follow-up benefits behind it.

Although the Bank of Gold Gallen is not fully 100% reserved, it is not necessary to issue 10 gallons

It is necessary to really prepare 1 silver coin, but the printed money should not deviate too much from the silver coin reserve, otherwise it will cause systemic financial risks.

Printing money and then releasing it to the contractor and forcibly feeding the thin man to the fat man will not work here.

The fragile economic conditions in the local area do not have the basis for "spending money in this life", and the survivors who are already eating food cannot suffer anymore.

As a result, the chief CEO of Baiyue Company pulled a discussion group on the forum, convened the shareholders of Baiyue Company, and held a shareholders' meeting, and voted after explaining the project situation, and finally decided to invest in these 15 asset-heavy projects by Baiyue Company.

This approach is actually the same as the practice of Dawning City when it was engaged in infrastructure construction.

That is, the powerful Shelter Collective Holding Company will gnaw off the most difficult bones that have to be gnawed, and then the managers will take action when the cake is bigger, and slowly distribute the cake to the other local survivors, so that the latter can also be fed.

And those "Cow and Horse Group" that have grown into behemoths follow the Alliance's armies or caravans to go out of the Alliance's territory and create new profit growth points on the broader wasteland - such as Ideal City, Luoxia Province, Boulder City before the Revolution, and even the Free States and Falcon Kingdoms that are not on good terms.

In fact, both the French Fries Harbor and the Golden Gallen Harbor are products of this model, but the strategies implemented by players in the two places are quite different due to the specific situation. Once all 37 infrastructure projects at the Port of Golden Gallen are completed, the port's economy is expected to surpass that of Silver Moon Bay and become a new trading hub on the Borneo Sea.

After all, Silvermoon Bay is only backed by a kingdom of one million people, but it itself is a settlement of one million people, and there is a feudal dynasty called a thousand tribes and thousands of gods behind it.

In this sense, the 37 infrastructure projects underway at the Port of Goldgallen, as well as hundreds of projects formed by the private sector, large and small, and the port and submarine pipeline construction projects underway at the Port of French Fries, are just as important as the coalition that is trying to unite the survivors of the scraps.

The latter is the visible bond.

The former is invisible, but real......

The June sky is like a child's face, one second the port is still cloudy, and the next second the scorching sun hangs in the sky.

It was just after seven o'clock, and the whole harbor was already as hot as noon, and even the seagulls around the masts let out a mournful cry of dying of heat.

Paru, who was on duty, yawned and prepared to walk to stand under the watch booth for a while.

It seems to be about the same time last time, maybe a little earlier.

Standing here, he just yawned, and in a moment of opening his eyes, he knocked out the Governor and His Majesty the Emperor here, and the thief-eyed Mandal directly became a police officer in the port area, and the original sheriff was even worse than Harry, and directly became the sheriff of the entire settlement.

Sheriff.

For the Golden Gallen Port is undoubtedly a new word.

After all, it is well known that except for the real guards in the port area, there are no patrol guys in other places, and if there is a murder or the nobles' cats and dogs are lost, even if they report to the official, no one will care.

Girls from rich families don't go down alleys at all, and the population of those poor families is always changing, counting how many people in each family this year, and how many people next year, how the dead people die, is purely thankless.

They are like grass growing on red soil, and after the spring breeze blows, they are stubble, and now there is finally a group of guys who treat them as people, but they are really cheap.

Palu felt that this was somewhat due to his yawn.

If he hadn't been lazy, the city defense army might have discovered a group of vicious guys landing in the harbor earlier, and General Alayan of the Gray Wolf Army would not have suffered that defeat outside the city.

It would be nice if one more yawn could knock the alliance away, after all, it is very annoying to be kicked in the face by a group of "snakes, rats, insects, and blacks".

He just wants

Those high-spirited old men who usually call him politely call him a police officer or sir, and do not want to be equal to those who are born lowly.

For example, in the past, he could use the butt of his gun to teach those subordinates a lesson, but now if he does it and can't say why, those "iron men" will go to greet his dear Sheriff Mandal, who will have ten thousand ways to make him unspeakable when he is reprimanded.

Rotten will not work.

Those iron men are very smart, they never look for them, only their heads, and they directly pinch their key heads.

It is precisely because of this that although he has no feelings for this position, he still has to put on an appearance of impartial law enforcement.

Fortunately, the port is as peaceful as ever, the construction site is dusty, the road is full of people, and the busy people have no leisure time to make trouble.

Whether it was the merchants who shuttled on the docks, or the laborers who shuttled between the storage area and the docks with their boxes, they all racked their brains and worked hard to get themselves two more "gallons" in their pockets. Even the seagulls flying in the sky were busy snatching chips from the iron men and the bears they raised.

If he hadn't remembered it carefully, he would have forgotten what had happened here more than a month ago......

At this moment, there was a jingling sound outside the duty booth, and a bicycle with a police sign braked sharply at the door.

A young man in a police uniform pushed the door and stepped into the duty booth and stuffed a thick briefcase into the yawning arms of Palu.

"Please send this to the branch office north of the knight's road, the one next to the station, they are in a hurry to use it."

Seeing that it was almost time to get off work, Palu couldn't help but ask.

"Why am I going?"

The young man's name was Bashak, and he felt a bit like a Yorkie, a newly recruited guard.

Although his colleagues in the Security Bureau had a good opinion of him, not only were he warm-hearted, but he was also agile and serious, but to be honest, Palu didn't like this rat-people boy very much.

One is naturally because of this guy's identity, and the second is that this guy is a little too enthusiastic about this new job, and he doesn't have the majesty of being a guard at all.

Are you in such a hurry to get the praise of those iron men?

"You're about to get off the night shift, and your family lives there, so stop by and bring it for me," the rat man smiled and folded his hands, "Please, please, I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow!"

Although Palu rolled his eyes speechlessly, he still reached out and took the sealed file bag and stepped out of the door at the thought of being able to leave work early and have a white breakfast.

looked at Palu, who was walking towards the distance with his legs outstretched, and shouted.

"Aren't you riding?"

"I'm not going to ride that." Pa Snorted through his nose, always feeling that the kid was showing off the benefits he had received from the Iron Man, and his voice couldn't help but be a little unpleasant.

Divine anger what.

The bike isn't yours!

Bashak didn't care, and said with a hearty smile.

"It's pretty handy, and it's said that the guards of Dawn City ride this thing, too, and have one more battery than us! If you're free another day, I can teach you! If someone teaches you, you won't be afraid of falling."

"I don't need to."

With his back to him, Palu waved his file bag impatiently and walked away from the street at a quicker pace.

Everything is changing here.

Whether it's something on the street or a person on the street, when he wakes up by chance, he always has a feeling of being left behind by everyone.

Tulip Street used to be populated by nobles and ladies in long dresses, but now even pesky rats are mixed in.

It's called Ah Xin, the family over there.

Palu looked at the mansion that once belonged to the Willant not far away, and there was a trace of disgust and disgust in his eyes, like looking at a piece of cake that had been bitten by a rat.

The property earned by the people of Willant by hard work and bravery was snatched by a rat who did stealing chickens and dogs, and I really don't know what is good about this so-called order.

If he had a choice, he would have preferred to go back to the days of Governor Nehak, when people were much more polite than they are now......

Quickening his pace away from the depraved Tulip No. 1 Street, Palu soon crossed the knight's road that separated the rich from the poor.

It was a ring road around Tulip Street.

A bloody battle broke out between the city defenders and the Alliance, who had previously been loyal to the Governor, but there was no sign of a battle here.

Houses riddled with bullet holes and streets that had been blown up by shells were demolished.

Recently, the Coalition has been building a lot of construction here, not only demolishing the roads that were blown up, but also turning over the roads that were originally good and connected to the roadbed, leaving several nearby streets soaked in dust all day long.

The security station near the station site that Bashak said was nearby.

As he walked that way, Palu glanced into the pit fenced by the barrier, and saw several shirtless laborers carrying thick, heavy pieces of wood to the ground.

He had seen that kind of wood in the port storage area, and it seemed to have been pulled from the port of French fries by a cargo ship leased by the Baiyue Company.

The Golden Gallen Harbor had never imported such a thing before, and he didn't know what the workers were doing with it, so he cleared his throat and shouted.

"What are you doing here?"

The busy workers ignored him, and they couldn't hear his shouts even in the tinkling sound.

The workers who had just gotten off work and were resting on the side raised their heads, saw the police uniform on his body, and thought that they were here to investigate, so they explained.

"Master, this is the Alliance's construction site, and we have a construction permit."

The look of respect and fear gave Palu a somewhat comfortable look on his face, and he nodded pretentiously and continued.

"Hmm! It's good to have permission......

"You have to get the iron man's construction site right, don't steal the girl and play tricks, we caught you having good fruit to eat!"

Although he doesn't like the alliance, he never dares to come to the alliance's construction site to find fault.

Several men all showed innocent expressions when they heard this.

"How dare we, officer."

"Yes, the foreman is in strict control!"

"And don't be lazy...... We just can't work for a little longer, we can only work a maximum of 10 hours a day in each shift, and no matter how much we want to do it, not only will the performance and wages be counted on the next shift, but we will also be punished!"

Palu was stunned, not understanding why he was punished for working more.

However, he didn't ask any more questions, just coughed and asked about something more curious.

"What is this doing?"

"Railroad!" One worker replied with a smile.

Palu was stunned for a moment.

"Railroad? What are you doing with that thing?"

Several workers looked at each other, not knowing how to answer, but one of them, a young man who looked at the cleverness, shouted with an idea.

"Modernize the port."

"Modernization?" Palu muttered to himself, "I've never heard that word before."

"Coincidentally, we don't actually know it, it's all those iron men talking! Anyway, I just knew that this thing could carry things!"

As soon as the young man finished smiling, someone next to him picked up and said, "It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it, you can earn money anyway!"

Palu couldn't help but ask.

"Where is this going to be pulled?"

A tanned worker replied.

"The ones buried under the ground are pulling people, and the ones who go around the port are pulling goods, and there are other construction teams repairing them, and it's not the same project as us, so you have to ask them where to pull the goods."

"Pull people?!" Palu's eyes widened,

His eyes were full of disbelief that these few wooden sticks could pull people away.

Seeing his shocked look, the young man said with a smile.

"Yes! I heard that the train is running fast on the tracks, and people who live in the suburbs can come to work in the port area in the future!"

Palu opened his mouth and couldn't help but continue to ask.

"That...... How much does that give? How much do the iron men pay you a month?"

Speaking of the wages paid, the dark-skinned worker from before grinned the corners of his mouth and said with a smug expression.

"2200 gallons!"

"2200 gallons?!"

Hearing this number, Palu was taken aback again and secretly calculated it in his heart.

Isn't that ......

Can you exchange fifty-five kilograms of corn ?!

Recently, many citizens of Golden Gallon Harbor have learned the skills of cooking corn and cornmeal from the iron men, and imitating the diet of those iron men has also become a new fashion for the citizen class in this settlement, and the price of corn has also risen from the original 1 gallon to 2 gallons and taels.

That's the equivalent of 20 gallons a pound.

But if you buy those coarse grains such as black beans or chickpeas that are transported by water, it only takes about 8 gallons per catty!

As for the Nishilan coins, they are rarely found in the stalls frequented by the townspeople, and it is said that only some big people can use them for trading.

Palu couldn't figure out how many pounds of beans he could exchange for 2,200 gallons for a while, but he only worked 1,800 gallons a month.

These coolies earn more than him!

"How can there be so many!? I remember recruiting on ...... Isn't it 1,600 gallons?" Pa Shi couldn't help but ask jealously.

The workers laughed again.

"That's the base salary! In addition to the base salary, we also received a 600 gallon bonus last month!"

"The foreman told us that as long as we do our work fast and well, and get the nods of those iron men, we can even get as much bonus as our salary!"

"I'm alright, do you want to rest for a while?"

"Let's go back together...... I'll buy some steamed buns later."

"I'll stop by and buy some fried beans."

"Where did you get the wine?!"

"Hehe, I'm whispering to you, those iron men never finished drinking......

The group seemed to have had enough rest, and climbed up the ladder from the pit and returned their hats to the shelves beside them.

Palu looked at them blankly, as if he saw something different in the sweaty lads, but couldn't say why.

There used to be a lot of coolies, but he had never seen anyone laugh after their work.

Nope-

To be precise, he had never seen the slaves finish their work, let alone have a chance to think about what to eat after they got off work.

Maybe......

The world has really changed.

Palu left with a worried face, went to the next branch of the Port Guard Bureau, and was reminded by a colleague to find the head of the station.

Knocking on the office door, he walked in, and was fortunate to see the sub-chief sitting there about the same age as him, that is, in his thirties.

And the lighter complexion looks like a citizen who is rarely exposed to wind and rain, and the temperament of knowledge and reason is more like a decent cultural person.

Palu subconsciously took on some humility, slowed down the pace of entering the door, and handed over the file bag in his hand with a friendly smile.

"Bashak asked me to bring it."

The chief glanced at him and said in surprise.

"So fast?"

As he spoke, he quickly reached out and took the file bag from Palu's hand, tore open the seal and took out the thick stack of documents inside, and took it in his hand and roughly flipped through it.

After a moment, he nodded approvingly.

"Yes, thank you for me, boy, I'll write to your branch

Thank you for your cooperation."

Despite some jealousy, Palu still squeezed a smile out of his face and nodded.

"I'll tell you that."

Speaking of this, he paused again, and couldn't help but ask more.

"By the way, Director, I can ask conveniently...... What are these pieces of paper?" The director took a sip of tea from his cup, moistened his throat, and said concisely.

Household registration documents.

Palu was stunned.

"Household registration?"

"That's right, at the request of those iron men. Recently, many Jimin have swam from the Yongliu River, and according to them, there has been a famine in several nearby villages. The Governor's Office asked us to put up an identification system for local residents as soon as possible, at least to register their names, ages, genders, and the streets in which they live...... Your port area is full of people with status, and our side is in a lot of trouble, there are shacks everywhere, and some guys who work in the port don't go home for days, thanks to your cooperation."

As he spoke, the sub-bureau chief sitting at the desk pinched his eyebrows with a little headache, and it could be seen that he had been worried about this matter a lot during this time.

Palu was stunned when he heard this.

He did hear a little rumor that the Governor's Mansion was going to issue something called ID cards to the residents of Port Kinggallen.

At that time, he was still glad in his heart that these iron men finally planned to do something really good, such as completely separating the rat people from the crowd for them, but he didn't expect that these were the only things that were registered.

"That's it...... Do you want to register these?" Palu couldn't help but ask, looking at the sub-chief with a look of hope, hoping to hear words like "almost forgot" or "remembered" from his mouth.

To his disappointment, however, the man just stared blankly at him.

"That's all, anything else?"

"Nothing ......"

Palu suddenly lost his soul, and in a confused look, he turned and left the office.

He was actually looking forward to drawing a horse on the card.

Although the horses are not a particularly noble race, they are still much better than those snakes, rats, insects and birds......

Palu, who left the police station, dragged his tired body in the direction of home, and the rising morning sun made his neck and back a little hot.

Muttering curses to the rat that had stolen his time home, he unconsciously quickened his pace to get back before the street warmed up.

However, just as he stepped through the door of the house with his front feet, the bell rang at eight o'clock in the direction of the port, startling a group of seagulls lying on the eaves.

Palu's old face turned red involuntarily.

It was only then that he realized that he had arrived home much earlier than usual today.

Just as the sun at eight o'clock gilded the port of Golden Gallen, the sky on the west coast of Borneo was still a hazy shimmer.

A majestic giant freighter is slowly approaching the newly built concrete wharf, which is connected to a moss-like shack growing on the yellow earth.

A man in a crisp military uniform was standing on the deck, smiling at the morning light in front of him.

"Westsail Harbor, and Westsail City, and even the fertile and fertile state of Narsit adjacent to it...... Everything here is our trophy, and your father's Mr. Bennott, so take a picture of it from a good angle, and remember to let the morning light be on our stern, I like the sparkling feeling."

Penny, who was standing behind him, sighed helplessly, and said with a few glances at the harbor and the stern, and then shook the hair that fell on her shoulders.

"Then we'll probably have to stay on deck for another hour...... And, Your Excellency Governor Huyer, you don't need to teach me how to take pictures, I know how to make your ship big and beautiful. Why don't I give you the camera and you take a picture for me?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily, but did not reach out to take the camera.

"Worthy of Mr. Bennott's daughter!"

"I'll leave it to you

That's it!"