House: "Sink in dreams, perish in madness...... This is probably the truest portrayal of the survivors of Dawning City, a company that sells fish was fired by them to 25 billion silver coins, and the entire alliance does not add up to so much money, which is much more expensive than the S coins that destroyed Boulder City! ”

"It can be seen that they have not learned the painful lesson of Boulder City at all, but have treated garbage as a treasure in the palm of their hands, and the real treasure has been discarded as garbage."

"The greatness of Boulder City was not because of the chips, but because of the hard-working workers! But the alliance paid those guys...... Ahem, I mean what fool would work if people had an income without having to work? They are using the wrong methods to corrupt this group of hard-working people into slackers and drunkards! ”

"I'll put my words here, sooner or later the alliance will collapse, and now those who carry silver coins in their pockets will regret it in the end, that's sooner or later!"

Moderator (applause): "So Mr. House, what do you think is the right thing to do?" ”

House: "Mr. Sigma is a good one, and even though the Flint Group is the most profitable business in Bougerra, that gentleman wouldn't be stupid enough to pay dividends to the shareholders...... Of course, I mean it's a good thing, that the Flint Group has quietly moistened the pockets of all people in Bugra, giving back to the entire settlement, not to the wallets of a handful of shareholders. The loss-making financial report is the best proof of this, they have been losing money, but they have been operating diligently! Unlike managers who buy people's hearts, Mr. Sigma is an obscure philanthropist, a truly good person! ”

Host (drinking): "I also think Mr. Sigma is doing the right thing, but that gentleman is not something you can evaluate...... Well, that's all for our interview, today's topic is Baiyue Company, please ...... next interviewee"

Soft music plays on the radio at the bar, and the host interviews the next victim of the Boulder bankruptcy.

The recent events in Dawn City have stung the residents of Bougla, who need to give these children with heart-broken hearts and livers some blood pressure lowering psychomassages.

After all, the Alliance and Bougerra are too close, Heaven and Hell are actually in the same province, and there are often merchants and merchants with each other, which will inevitably bring with them some gossip.

It's true for each other.

Now, for example, the radio in Boulder can listen to this broadcast.

And for that very characteristic male duck voice, the residents of Boulder City are all too familiar.

"Sometimes I don't quite understand...... Did this guy really listen to what he had to say? The middle-aged man sitting at the dining table eating breakfast made a helpless expression.

It was his suggestion to see how Mr. House was doing, but now he regretted changing the channel.

Listening to that guy's dog bark, it is better to listen to the battle report from the front, although the latter is a little boring, but it is not so boring.

The waiter who came over with a plate shrugged his shoulders and placed a palm-sized roasted rib on the table.

"I don't know, but we seem to be breaking down again, it's morning, after all."

"Hahahaha."

The waiter amused the crowd, and the workers laughed so well that several of them almost choked.

This is a walnut tavern near the industrial area of Boulder City, and the old signboard looks a little old.

Workers who used to work in canneries used to come here to pick up cigarettes and smoke and drink low-quality liquor mixed with water, but now they are used to ordering a three-silver beef rib before going to work, so that they can keep their energy in the best shape between 8 a.m. and noon.

Drunken drunkards who get drunk early in the morning are only a minority, and most people still need to be decent, especially after they have savings and families.

It was only after they had everything that they realized that the so-called quality, elegance, decency, and other messy things were not the patent of the aristocracy at all, but just a series of lies woven by those unearned guys in order to suppress them mentally.

They saw it best for themselves, and when they got better, they knew much more about honesty and etiquette than the old nobles.

At least they don't use money to humiliate their fellow citizens, and they don't ask for privileges that override the dignity of others.

While the mainstream media in the Free State of Bougerra is accustomed to calling what happened in Boulder a "Great Rock Bankruptcy", the residents of Boulder themselves prefer to call it "The Great Rock Change."

For example, House, who was now invited to the radio to complain, was a "victim" of that change.

Looking at the group of workers who laughed at House, only one showed a slightly sympathetic look.

He was among them when Joey and Lovett led the men to occupy the radio station. When he let the house go, he could clearly see the expression on the guy's face.

"I don't really hate him, that guy is a poor man, and he's even more pathetic now. We were all hamsters in a cage that managed to break free and run outside the wheels, but he panicked into the new cage before dawn...... I have to admit that we did freak him out. ”

The studio was not a different kind of assembly line, and the high-flying host obviously didn't respect that House very much, and even less so the Sigma he praised.

The people sitting at the table looked at each other.

"I can't agree with you, at least in my opinion that guy doesn't deserve sympathy, he never said a good word for us, until the end he said he was forced. And now, he was also lying, this guy never reflected. ”

"Yes, if he really felt that he was wrong, he wouldn't have run away from here. Isn't there a saying that a liar is not afraid of the lie being exposed, but that someone remembers that he lied, and everyone here remembers. ”

This remark has been agreed by many people, but it is not all.

“…… But that's why I think it's understandable that he ran away, we made the law, but there are too many people who hate him. Even if we don't systematically persecute him, we can't stop our emotionally uncontrollable friends from throwing wine bottles at him and even shooting him in the back of the head. ”

The noisy argument continued until the bell rang and the workers threw down their cups and plates and headed for work.

In the past, they had to arrive at the canneries on time when the bell rang, but the workers would demand either free working meals or a 20-minute commute on the grounds that "the workers do not have watches and only know the time when they hear the bell when they leave home" and that "they can work energetically when they are full".

Although the reason may sound absurd, the "lesser of two evils" was chosen by the Owners' Association, which gave the workers 20 minutes of "paid commuting" in exchange for not affecting production plans and not drinking alcohol before work.

For the factory, allowing these drunkards to drink less alcohol can already increase the production capacity a lot.

And for those workers, even if it is to maintain the dignity they have won so hard, they will be a little more serious when they work.

But what no one expected was that the biggest beneficiary of the bargaining between the workers' union and the owners' association was the vendors pushing food trucks by breakfast sellers around the industrial zone, so that some pubs that were closed in the morning even became open 18 hours or even 24 hours a day.

Longer hours meant more staff, or expensive overtime pay, so even Boulder City, which had no shortage of people, experienced a labor shortage.

Thankfully, the influx of survivors has filled the gap, especially from Borneo and the central provinces, most of whom start by washing dishes.

That doesn't mean all, though.

Nyyan, for example, is a special case.

At a time when most people were washing dishes to get their ID cards, he immediately came up with the idea of paying to work and hire Union citizens to be his bosses.

And that's not all.

While the stupid wolf guard was still thinking of ways to make the Duke happy, he had already come up with a brilliant idea - to open a newspaper of his own, specializing in the things that the Duke of Galava liked to read.

It was easy, and he didn't even have to think about it in his brain, because House had already thought about it for him, and he just had to pinch his nose and copy the guy's nonsense in the studio onto a piece of paper, and then add some condiments and bring it to Duke Galava's table.

The name of this newspaper is "Shuguang Garden Street Newspaper", Shuguang naturally refers to Shuguang City, and Huayuan Street subway station is the historical place name of Qingquan City.

No one will know that this newspaper is just a small newspaper that does not go into the stream, because this newspaper will not be released to the public at all.

This can actually be regarded as a small loophole in the law of the alliance, just like when he first got his identity.

Only the public newspaper needs to be certified by the industry committee, and the newspaper he runs is only read by the Duke of Garava and a group of staff from the embassy of the Xilan Empire, and it is printed in the name of office consumables, and there is no need to add even the "Entertainment News" logo.

In fact, "Shuguang Garden Daily" is not registered in the name of a newspaper at all, and the business category is filled in with office utensils and baby products.

It's just a newspaper.

Of course, due to the ruthless suppression of honest people who dare to tell the truth, the survival of the "Dawning Garden" is in jeopardy, and it needs the sponsorship of well-wishers to continue telling the truth.

In addition to selling badly, Nyan's editor in charge of typesetting left the last page of the newspaper with the bank card number to receive the donation.

Sure enough, his newspaper received one "anonymous donation" after another.

These donations are sometimes signed by "the supreme giant of the White Elephant City", sometimes by "the benevolent and caring elephant poet", and "by the boatmen who fought for equality on the Eternal River", but Nyyan knew better than anyone that the vests were actually a man.

After all, there was only one person in the entire Xilan Empire's embassy who would see the "Dawning Garden Newspaper" from beginning to end.

What's more, every time he went to the bank to make a payment, he went for the Duke of Galava.

If it weren't for the bank's receipt, he would have saved the step of sending money.

Occasionally, the Duke of Galava was overjoyed by the newspapers, and would ask him to send a telegram to the heavenly capital of Borneo Province to share the simple joy with the esteemed Lord Witch.

However, it was not clear to either the Duke of Galava or His Majesty that the entire newspaper office was run by his faithful servant himself from beginning to end.

"You're playing with fire, my boss...... Dawn is not a Boulder City, and the people here will not tolerate anyone making fun of their esteemed administrators, not even the most outrageous Goblin Observatory making fun of the living gods. Looking at the increasingly excessive content of the newspaper, the editor in charge of typesetting shook his head and looked at the man standing by the blind.

He is a recent newcomer, he has not experienced the previous things, he has not even obtained an ID card, and his feelings for managers are not as fanatical as ordinary people, just ordinary respect.

After all, after seeing Sigma's hypocrisy, he realized how good it is to be a leader who truly cares for his subordinates.

But the guys of Dawning City don't think so, and their feelings for the administrator are like the residents of Luoxia Province for the "Spirit of the Sand Sea".

Niyan didn't look back, but looked through the cracks in the shutters in the direction of the embassy street not far away, and said in a very soft voice.

"No one knows the alliance better than I do, and no one knows managers better than I do...... I'm a real fan of him, and we're okay as long as we don't foul. ”

The editor said with a wry smile.

"You must not have heard of the Cindison case."

Before coming to the League, he had heard about it, after all, the television station of the Free State of Bugra had made a fuss about it and mocked the freedom of the Union.

Nyan continued slowly.

"Of course I've heard about it, I've even seen the verdict in court and studied the dossier carefully. But you, eighty percent only know the name Cindison, and you think you have seen through the entire league. You're actually like the guys in your hometown of Bugerra Free State, who have lost their sense of taste by drinking too much sewage, and can't live without simple definitions and labels. ”

The editor was obviously not convinced, but because the other party was the boss, he still suppressed his temper and asked rhetorically.

"Isn't that true? He had the Guards arrest the guy. ”

Niyan looked back at him and said with a smile.

"And guess what would have happened to that guy named Cindison if he hadn't done it? It's a wasteland, and the law can punish the wrongdoers, but it can't raise the dead. I bet he wouldn't have even made it out of the hotel alive if it hadn't been for the Guards arriving in time. ”

The editor laughed and said, "According to what you say, can he still protect that guy?" ”

Niyan said with a smile.

"Protect that guy? Haha, sure enough, I am the only one who really knows that gentleman...... He protects neither the Cindison, nor the guys who heckle in his name, but the order of the Alliance. ”

In fact, it was the Cindison case that caused the citizens of the Union to explode with unprecedented enthusiasm, spontaneously participate in the affairs of the Congress, and perfect a series of legal designations, such as the regulation of the newspaper industry, and so on.

Unlike the Emperor of Silam and the Sigmar of the Free State, he channeled people's fanaticism and loyalty to him to the right place.

And this is what Nyyan admires most about him.

Looking at the dumbfounded editor, Nyan continued.

"Just do as I say, that gentleman is not a stingy person, I told you a long time ago that our job is to cheat, and I need the Duke of Galava's money, and I need him to continue to be stupid, and I have to do a lot of things, not just to improve my own life...... Gotta do a little bit of good, too. ”

In fact, after spending some time in Aurora, his mindset has shifted somewhat, especially after reading Pol the Awoke.

He couldn't forget that sentence the most-

"The visible Stephen can be destroyed, but the invisible Stephen cannot be destroyed. We are their ghosts, and they are our ghosts. ”

That sentence was like an initiation, which made him, who was walking in the maze and couldn't find a way out, suddenly sober up, and what the province of Borneo needed was not the adult he admired.

There is no point in angry with the Duke of Galava, there is more than one white elephant city in Borneo, and there is more than one duke, not to mention that this duke has a large group of wives and a large number of sons, and he can pass on the title from generation to generation.

If you want to get rid of a nest of cockroaches, you can't just stare at one cockroach.

If he really him off, not only will the Xilan Empire not change anything, but will return to the light because of the loss of a stupid talent who is useless except blood unity.

It's possible, after all, there aren't many guys like the Duke of Galava who can pull hatred, and he can't slap the foreign minister of the alliance on the table angrily, but that guy doesn't even have to act to make Captain Benottwan, who is an ally, show a look of disgust.

At the end of the day, the Duke of Galava is dead, and he will lose the only tool at his disposal.

So instead of him off with the Goblin Watch, it is better to coax him like a baby with a pacifier and immerse him in the sweetness of milk and honey.

The Duke of Galava will never know exactly where his money is spent.

He was going to use that money to sponsor the Daily Survivor in Port Fries, and to sponsor the Moon Clan who had escaped from Camp Rowell to run more Daily Survivors in Port Kinggallen, in Port Saifan, and wherever a spark could be ignited.

Not only did he contribute money, but he would also contribute himself to the Daily Survivor in Port Fries, just like Mr. Sperger, who wrote "Pol the Awakened."

To this end, he made a special visit to Boulder, visited the people who experienced the revolution, even talked to the gray-haired Boulder Librarian, Mr. Malvin, and read the old man's draft chronicle for Boulder.

He and the old man agreed that it was Howl's Daily Survivor that lit the flame of enlightenment, and that Sperger's Bol the Awakened united the suffering poor people of Boulder City.

The beginning of change had already begun before anyone knew it, and it was too late for Sid to try to snuff it out in the cradle. As for a series of crises such as chips, S coins, and economic overheating, they are just the fuse that finally ignites the powder keg, so that the process can be accelerated, and a few fewer people can die.

Without the enlightenment of that new culture, no matter how many people died that night, it would be useless, and Boulder would always be Boulder.

And after talking to the old man, he had found a way to change the Xilan Empire.

At the same time that the Duke of Galava, as the "supreme giant of the White Elephant City", was generously pouring out and complacent to the Dawning Garden, he had already written in the newspapers of Port Fries under the pseudonyms "Mr. Rat" and "Bighorn Mouse" the things he hated the most—"The Emperor's New Carriage" and "A Thousand 'Needles'".

Compared to Sperger, he has a slight advantage, both in terms of writing and knowledge, which is much richer than that of a cannery worker, and most importantly, he does not have to start with literacy.

Thankfully, whether it was for the sake of the aristocracy or for the sake of the aristocracy, the Duke of Galava hired tutors for all his servants, even a guy as naïve as Babru could write, let alone him.

Looking at the editor sitting at his desk doing his honest work, Niyang, who was standing in front of the blinds, took a sip of his teacup.

Looking at the manuscript that slandered the manager, he didn't have a little wave in his heart, but at this time, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly had a new inspiration, and he thought with a slight smile.

"In fact, House has a lot of truth when he says that the 'lazy' Boulder City is doomed to ruin, and that scarcity is the best way to keep progressing...... Let me think about it, the next one will be called "Red Clay". ”

With the exception of the thousand pillars of the City of a Thousand Pillars, nothing touches the deepest depths of the souls of the survivors of Borneo more than the Red Earth......

……

Since the "Battle for Paradise" was mainly fought by the residents of the Vault on the front line, and the cost of the war was borne by the parties of the Sticky Community, the residents of the Alliance who were far behind did not actually feel that their lives were greatly affected.

On the contrary, because of the orders brought by the war, the factories in Dawn City and Boulder City were operating in three shifts, just like during the Battle of Luoxia Province.

However, the difference is that today's alliances are not the same as before, both in terms of productivity and material abundance.

In order to attract migrant workers to work in their factories, factories have also done their best, not only promising them free housing and insurance, but also paying them higher salaries.

Especially for those workers with skills and experience, those factories are eager to even give their next generation of education, and the treatment is more bells and whistles, highlighting an exaggeration.

As for those factories that have failed to attract people with all their might, they can only find ways to improve productivity or "bring in foreign labor."

Some of the older production lines, which are more involved in human labor, are slowly being phased out in favor of more electrified and automated lines.

Thanks to the controllable fusion reactors in Xizhou City, the energy cost of the alliance is very cheap, and the experts at Camp 101 and the students trained by them help in automation.

In addition, with Borneo, a "pond" that can accommodate backward production lines, a series of equipment such as obsolete sewing machines and pot camel machines have also gotten a place.

The inhabitants of the Alliance, especially those of Dawning City, have put an end to the wasteland around them through their diligence and wisdom within a certain range.

Chu Guang didn't expect much from them, he just hoped that they would continue to keep up, live their lives well, and influence the other wastelanders in the wasteland within the scope of their ability......

The front line of Haiya Province.

Today's front line is still the same as before, the only difference is probably that those newcomers who have adapted to death are becoming more and more proficient in grinding meat.

The changes that have happened to them are obvious.

Originally, players who could only kill a dozen or twenty fungus variants in one life and hit the streets, even if the level did not change much, the number of heads could easily reach three digits.

Attributes are only one aspect of combat effectiveness, not the only determining factor.

This is probably the most authentic part of the game.

Chu Guang, who was on the Heart of Steel, received two reports from afar.

One of the reports was from Camp 101 and was written by Xiao Yu.

The report mainly describes the listing of Baiyue Company and the opinions of the expert team of Camp 101, including the current market problems and the loopholes that need to be fixed.

For this report, Chu Guang was quite satisfied.

Not only because the report was written that even if he only had half a bucket of water in his stomach, he could understand it, but also because he saw the growth of the little fish between the lines of the report.

Thanks to the scholars at Camp 101, the little girl didn't waste her talent for being sensitive to numbers, and she also found a career that she was passionate about.

Sure enough, it was a wise decision to let her follow Pai to Camp 101 for further study.

After all, if she follows herself, she will be able to learn a quadratic function and bulk economics even if she dies.

As for the more difficult things, he himself had to consult the advice of professionals.

Looking at Juanxiu's handwriting on the tablet, Chu Guang sighed lightly with some emotion.

"Time flies so fast, and in a blink of an eye, the little fish have grown up."

Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the pen holder, nodded lightly, and said with both hands on his cheeks.

"Yes...... It feels like you taught her arithmetic and literacy as if it was yesterday. ”

Chu Guang coughed lightly.

“…… That's not going to be it. ”

Although he does occasionally feel like he is in a different world, this guy's insensitivity to time is inevitably too exaggerated.

With a flick of his index finger, Chu Guang put the report aside for the time being and looked at the second report.

The report was written by Ms. Han Mingyue, who was investigating the local cultural and local customs in the port of Jingalun.

He wasn't very familiar with the name, but remembered that it seemed to be the "Xiaoice Stick" unearthed by the Thorn Corps on the side of Pioneer City, which was once part of Vault 288.

The conditions of the Great Desert are unlike any other, as it has endured the "Great Collapse" of an entire space elevator and even the terminal orbital space station, and is the most complicated place in the wasteland, as are the shelters there.

For example, the administrator of Vault 288 lost his log, and opened the door early. In addition, the various circumstances that happened to Han Mingyue were also quite similar to Heya, and the report on her life story was a total of 5 pages.

In short, something seems to be happening in a place he doesn't know, and this lady Han is influenced by Rama, the commander of the Thorn Corps, and becomes interested in the great migration of survivors that has taken place in the Borneo region.

Her work is not just about investigating what happened in the past, but also about the changes that are taking place at the Port of Goldgallen.

Because she found a lot of good things in the Governor's Mansion in Golden Gallen Harbor, the scientific expedition team has always been more supportive of her project, and Chu Guang has always paid attention to the report she submitted.

There are no shelters in Borneo, but there are a large number of survivors.

In a sense, her research fills in the missing managerial logs.

【…… Under the influence of the Baiyue Company, the authorities of the port of Jingalun used the foreign exchange reserves of the Xilan Emperor to build a large number of schools and night schools for adults in the settlement, and promoted a compulsory education law similar to that of Dawning City, which increased the local literacy rate to a certain extent.

Influenced by the improvement of literacy rates and the citizens of the South China Sea Alliance who went to the area to teach, some new music, paintings, and written artworks began to appear in the port of Kingalen.

The local population is not only actively pursuing a better life, but also actively exploring new theories beyond the "thousand races and thousands of gods", and trying to critique and decompose some of the outdated and feudal traditions and concepts, the idea that "gods do not exist" has become popular among some progressives, and this is what surprised me the most.

Normally, the local conservative forces should be more entrenched than the Lion Kingdom and the Hump Kingdom, but the result is exactly the opposite of what I see. In this "new cultural activity", "keeping up with the East" soon became the unanimous consensus of the upper and lower classes, just as they had looked to the West before. The conservative forces, which were supposed to be in opposition to the progressive forces, did not work at all, but were unexpectedly compliant. Having judged that they could not resist, the conservatives immediately surrendered.

I don't think this is out of some kind of capitulationism or pro-foreignism, nor is it really a capitulation, but more like "forbearance" integrated into the civilization attributes of the local survivors.

The endurance of the local survivors was something I had never seen in other settlements, and the farmers of the Jinchuan province did not dare to do this to their serfs, but they were accustomed to it.

Not only that, but their "endurance" is as ingrained in their "stubbornness" as rarely revealed in their personalities, and these survivors will never change themselves easily, but they are not reluctant to bow their heads and make the appearance that they have changed.

Like the old nobles who learned to dress and eat in the Alliance, they immediately distanced themselves from the Majesty and the Doge to whom they had been loyal, cooperated with your men immensely, and tried to appear more progressive and studious than the pro-Alliance faction.

You may think it's a good thing and your subordinates don't think it matters, but I have to say something I disagree with. The hidden force is more like pus disguised as blood hiding in the veins, they are waiting for an opportunity, and once they find an opportunity, they will immediately transform themselves and block the original leaky window, making it harder for the wind to blow in.

Of course...... There are two sides to everything. Even if there are a number of concerns, the number of innovative initiatives you have implemented on the ground is recognizable, and the results are visible to all.

At present, my research is still ongoing, and there may be some omissions, but I hope I am just thinking too much.

】

Chu Guang saw the report at the end, touched his chin, and wanted to reply "Sociology +3", but thinking that it was a report written by an NPC, he finally replied "Read".

He looks at the problem from a different angle than Fang Chang, and of course it is different from the scholars of the Alliance.

Of course, the problems she said were there, and he could see them, but as she herself had already mentioned in her report, the local survivors were spontaneously seeking progress under the influence of the inhabitants of Vault 404, and the progress they were exploring would not change the hidden dangers buried deep in their civility.

It's not that sitting and talking doesn't hurt your back, it's destined to be a difficult task for the local survivors to overcome on their own.

Even if Han Mingyue pointed out the problem, he was too difficult to do.

His players have already done a lot of things, and any step further would be too much.

He believed that Fang Chang had actually sensed something.

Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the pen holder, looked at him and teased playfully.

"Master, you said you weren't optimistic about the players' practices before, but they seem to be doing well, right?"

Chu Guang made a helpless expression, stretched out his index finger and turned off the report from behind.

"You've been with me for so long, you should know that my judgments aren't always right."

The unexpected is the normal state of life, and only the gods are omniscient and omnipotent.

If he can really be so godly, why do he need so many experts and scholars?

He didn't do all the work alone.

And it's too early to draw conclusions.

However, to his surprise, he just said something unintentionally, but for some reason Xiao Qi was stunned there, and the movement of shaking his calves also stopped.

There was a glimmer of hope in those pupils, but it seemed like an illusion.

Looking at it stunned, Chu Guang frowned slightly, and his index finger tapped on its head.

"What's wrong? Stuck? ”

"No......" Xiao Qi looked at him as if he came back to his senses, and then smiled, "It's nothing...... is worthy of being the master, let Xiaoqi's intellectual plug-in pound, and almost burned it. ”

As he spoke, he shook his calves again and looked at him with a sparkling gaze.

Chu Guang made a helpless expression.

It's okay to burn it.

I always feel that this guy is talking more and more.

(End of chapter)