In the village next to the industrial zone, the sun-tanned boy returned to his tent and sat down on the bench angrily.

This anger was not only directed at the Willants, but also at the Allianceists who prevented them from taking revenge, and even partly at themselves who were not angry.

He was the bravest young man in the village, and he was supposed to lead the people of the village to fight for reason, but his shoulders were still shaking uncontrollably.

He hated being a scumbag, though he didn't know exactly how to make himself unsucked.

Looking at his grandson, the wrinkled old man sighed and said in a slow voice.

"Bossaka, you're too impulsive."

Bossaka glared back at him, spitting out the anger and grumbling in his chest.

"I don't understand, what the hell are they trying to do, aren't the Willantes their enemies? We can solve their enemies for them, and we don't want much! ”

The old man shook his head.

"There is a clear distinction between enemies and friends in the desert, but there are more than just two concepts outside the desert. Your approach will work in the Great Desert, but it won't work outside the Great Desert...... There was a man in Borneo named Rasi, and someone wrote an autobiography for him, which I bought from the merchants of Eternal Night Harbor and put it on your bedside table, and you never turned it over. If you want me to say, you should learn more from him and see how he does in the same situation. ”

Bossaka's eyes were blank.

Lassy?

The world beyond the Great Desert?

Does that have anything to do with his confusion?

He had seen the book on the bedside table, but he didn't know a few words, and it was too much trouble to learn.

Looking at the child who was still not enlightened, the old man said a serious admonition.

"Anyway, now that the Alliance is the master here, if you really don't know what to do, keep a low profile and follow the people you think are powerful."

Bossaka said with a look of resentment.

"And then work for the Alliance? What's the difference between that and before they came here? ”

"The difference is that before you talked back to the Willant, the Willant would whip you, they would tie you to a pillar and torture you until you had your last breath, but now no one does that...... Although I don't think you've ever been afraid of the whip of the Willantes, otherwise you wouldn't have provoked them again and again. ”

The old man glanced at the roof of the tent, tapped the cigarette stick in his hand on the sole of his shoe, and suddenly sighed.

"You don't have to hate them so much, did you think the Ravenca River was a fairytale paradise before the Willantes came here? Don't be naïve, the most fertile land is never in our hands, but in the hands of mutants and xenomorphs. ”

Looking at the old man at home, Bossaka sneered.

"You old thing actually speaks for the Willants, have you lived enough?"

The old man shook his head.

"I've lived enough, I just don't want to see my only child miss the opportunity to become a good person and turn back into a beast."

"I don't want to be a good person, that kind of weak thing will only be bullied, and I can only become a poor worm who picks up garbage and eats behind other people's butts...... But you're right, I should be following the powerful and drinking soup even if I can't mix meat to eat. ”

Bossaka clenched his fists and looked out of the tent, muttering a chirp.

"I don't know when the alliance will pay me."

The old man admonished.

"I hope you remember what you said and follow behind the powerful. Also, stop absenteeism, the tobacco at home is running out. ”

Looking at the old immortal fellow, Bossaka said impatiently.

"Got it, I'll get some money back, I seem to be lazy."

……

With the arrival of waves of engineers, orders, and funds from the Alliance, and the successive seizure of mines and power stations by the 100th and 101st Divisions of the Enterprise from the Southern Corps, the Ravenca Industrial Region is finally showing signs of recovery after returning to its former order.

It's December.

Under the coordination of the head of the party, the Autonomous Council of La Venca first started with property rights and introduced the first plan for the "transformation of production capacity" - the "December Act".

According to the provisions of the Act, in order to finance the Ravenca Development Fund, the Autonomous Council of La Venca will sell 172 facilities in the industrial zone.

These facilities are mainly backward production capacity that needs to be eliminated, and there are more or less problems, such as steel mills that produce steel billets, aluminum factories that process aluminum, garment factories that produce military uniforms, stamping shops that produce bullet casings, and fuel power stations.

According to the Alliance's engineers, if the Alliance funds the renovation of these 172 facilities, it will not only waste a huge amount of taxpayers' money, but also may be thankless.

These factories will be auctioned off by the Dawning City Stock Exchange and the five major banks of the Alliance.

The auction will be open to the public in its entirety.

Any qualified individual or organization can raise a sign at the entrusted party's branch.

Dawning City, Golden Gallon Harbor, Silver Moon Bay, Settlement No. 1, French Fries Harbor, South China Sea Alliance North Island, Crater, Coral City, and even Ideal City on the East Coast all have branches of the Dawning City Stock Exchange, and it is easy to participate in trading.

At the same time, Baiyue Company and Niuma Group, which are involved in the ownership reform of the Lavenca Industrial Zone, will not participate in the first round of auctions, and will only raise their cards for unsuccessful bids.

This was done for the sake of fairness and to prevent the loss of wealth from the citizens of the Union.

After all, if Baiyue Company ends up with the wealth of the citizens of the alliance, the citizens of the alliance will not be able to play.

In this way, 172 facilities were quickly auctioned off, and although these assets were more or less problematic, they were still looted by the owners.

In addition to the players and citizens of the Alliance, there are also some wealthy people from the Golden Gallen Port and the South Sea Alliance, and even the owners of Ideal City.

Some of them saw the dividends of the post-war reconstruction of the province of Batoya, while others aimed at the space elevator in the southern seas.

Although Ideal City has a large number of factories of its own, considering the exchange rate and local labor costs, the factories in the Ravenca Industrial Zone do not have their own advantages.

They just need to bring a little bit of the technology of the Ideal City with them.

In any case, thanks to these people running in with money and technology, the Coalition was able to integrate the Lavenca industrial area of the Southern Army into its own supply chain without a penny.

And in the process, the Ravenca Industrial Zone has raised a huge amount of funds of nearly 1.5 billion silver coins!

When Baiyue Company entered the Golden Gallon Port, it didn't get so much money.

With this huge amount of money, the Autonomous Committee has more confidence and confidence in the reform, and President Antoine patted his chest and said to the chief that he will definitely build the Ravenca Industrial Zone into a pearl of the great desert, the golden gallon port on the west coast of the entire Zhongzhou mainland!

That's a lot of talk.

This guy has jumped out of the Great Desert and started to target the city of Avent and the city of Triumph.

However, Fang Chang didn't think he was bragging, and even felt that he was conservative.

With a bomb in one hand and a post-war reconstruction and a space elevator, he couldn't think of any reason not to take off.

In this big wave of "capacity transformation", everyone is ready to do a big job.

Whether it is the director and manager of the Wellante factory who has changed the owner, or the new owners who have run from the alliance.

For example, Lasoff from the port of Golden Gallen is one of them.

In his early years, he followed Ah Xin to make his first pot of gold by demolition, and later, like most of the hot-blooded rat people, he took the money into the real industry, and set up a factory with the idea of industrial salvation to produce natural gas canisters and gas canisters.

The industry may seem unremarkable, but it is quite lucrative and in high demand.

While the alliance is highly electrified, Borneo and Baiyue provinces are very different, and even the port of Golden Gallen and the port of French fries have many restaurants that rely on natural gas cylinders to light fires.

Not to mention the land seized by the warlords, many warlords even bought the gas canisters they produced as ammunition reserves, and when the gas canisters in the fire room were burned out, they were directly stuffed with explosives and dragged to the front line for artillery battles.

In other words, his customers included not only small vendors who owned restaurants, but also officers who led troops to war.

Due to the strong demand for products, he has always had the idea of opening a new factory, and even chose a good site near Jiaotou Bay, next door to Jingallen Port, and almost paid for it.

At this moment, however, news of the liberation of the industrial area of Ravenca by the Union and the public tender of the Autonomous Council spread through the Daily Survivor newspaper.

Seeing this cake falling from the sky, Lasov's heart suddenly became hot, and he fell in love with one of the auction bids for one of the steel mills that supplied steel for the Conqueror X tank!

Although the alliance looked down on this steel plant, and even labeled it as "backward production capacity", he didn't think it was backward, and even looked at it as if he had seen an artifact.

This thing is for the tank factory!

With this thing, the output of his gas tank factory must not go up even more?!

This kind of surprise is no less than the alliance's "legendary steel tycoon" Boss Sun, who used 2 million silver coins to buy the "Infinite" steel plant from Fred, an entrepreneur in Boulder City.

And Lasov is not only interested in the profits that this steel plant can bring to him, but also the technology that this factory has in Borneo Province!

It would be a great thing to bring the Legion's technology for the production of armor steel back to his hometown!

Although Absec is not a good thing, the country of Borneo is not Absec alone, and he still hopes to make his hometown better.

With this in mind, he did not hesitate to take out a huge sum of nearly 10 million silver coins, snatched the target from the hands of his competitors, and after taking the ownership of the factory, he went non-stop to the banks of the Ravenca River, less than 100 kilometers from the front line, and met the director of the factory, who had just been released from the Union prisoner of war camp.

The director was a Willant, his name was Glenkin, who held the rank of commander in the logistics department of the General Affairs Department of the Southern Corps, and had previously worked under the commander of Antoine.

Maybe because he was subdued by the Alliance, this guy didn't put any Willant shelves in front of him, and after the meeting, he began to talk about the resumption of production.

Hearing that "Glenkin's factory" was back in production, a group of local local boys also cooperated and flocked to the recruitment point at the entrance of the factory.

Looking at the long line of young and strong young men, Lasov's face was full of bright smiles.

He seems to have seen the boiling molten steel jump in the boiler, be poured into ingots, and then pressed into regular steel plates at high temperatures, and finally sent to the cutting and stamping workshops through the assembly line to become the shape that customers need!

As he had seen in the newspapers, it would be the largest industrial base in the entire Western Sea!

Maybe he should consider buying a few apartments around here......

His first pot of gold was earned from the house, and he certainly doesn't mind making a few more buckets if he can.

However, just when Rasoff was dreaming of getting rich, a quarrel in front of the recruitment office interrupted his dream.

I saw a slightly darker-skinned guy stretching out his hand to the staff at the recruitment registration point and said confidently.

"I've registered, when are you going to pay me?"

Having never seen such a strange request, Rasoff was dumbfounded.

The employee from the port of Golden Gallen was also obviously stunned.

He is not a person who likes to think about the boss, and only works for Lasov for the sake of money, but this guy reached out and asked for money as soon as he joined the company, which was too much.

Even the madmen of the workers' union have never been so radical.

After holding it for a long time, he held back a sentence from his mouth.

“…… You've just joined the company, and you haven't worked yet, what wages do we pay? ”

As soon as he heard this, the native guy immediately exploded and said angrily.

"What are you talking about? If you don't pay us, what will we eat? We've got to eat! Are you going to make us hungry to work for you? Are you still human! ”

Hearing this, the aborigines in the queue behind them also became angry and shouted noisily.

The Borneo employees who were sitting on the registration list at the recruitment point were overwhelmed for a while, and looked at the boss for help.

He'd seen people who had changed concepts and messed around, but for the first time, he had met an opponent in what he was best at.

Seeing that there was a commotion at the scene, Lasoff hurriedly stepped forward to play the round and shouted at the employees who had signed up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we know that you are difficult, and we understand you! In fact, we, like you, were enslaved by the Wilantes...... Well, for the sake of us all survivors, we'll solve your problems! We will set up an employee canteen in our factory, and all employees can eat for free! ”

When the Borneo employee heard this, he was shocked.

When did this guy become so generous?!

At least his boss's factory in Port Goldgallen doesn't have a staff cafeteria.

Unbeknownst to him, however, this was Lasoff's choice after weighing the pros and cons.

The cost of employment is much lower than that of the Golden Gallon Port, and the food is cheap, so it doesn't cost much to invite all the employees to eat.

But the young man didn't buy it, and still shouted aggressively.

"Staff cafeteria? We still have old people in our family, and I have three younger brothers and two younger sisters, can they also eat in the cafeteria? ”

Looking at the arrogant young man, Lasov's brows twitched, but in order to buy people's hearts, he finally gritted his teeth.

"Okay! You let them come, and I'll treat them to dinner for a month! It's only for a month, though! When you receive your salary, this benefit is over, and only you have it! ”

Suddenly, the guy didn't seem to expect him to agree, looked at him stunned, and then left without saying a word.

Lasov breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and was proud of his ingenuity, but he didn't expect that after a while, the young man would bring dozens of people over.

The oldest of these dozens of people was an old man in his fifties and sixties, who had lost his legs and feet, and was on crutches. And the youngest was still in his mother's swaddling clothes, babbling and screaming, and he hadn't even learned how to speak.

This guy is afraid that not only the seven aunts and eight aunts have been called, but even the seven aunts and eight aunts of the neighbor's house have been called.

Without waiting for Lasov to speak, the young man took the initiative to introduce him, and anyway, he said with a clatter, and climbed all the people he brought with him to his relatives.

And it wasn't just this young man who did this, but several other natives who had registered for the job also made an appointment, calling for a large group of people.

The crowd in front of the factory has more than doubled, and more people are running to eat than the labor force has applied.

Seeing this battle, Lasoff almost gave his knees to kneel for these guys.

When he paid for this factory, he was really happy, and 10 million silver coins were shot out without blinking an eye.

However, it was bank money after all, and he borrowed it with the factory in the port of Goldgallen!

If the factory he just bought smashed on his hand, then his pants would have to be compensated to the bank!

Seeing that Lasoff looked like he was about to cry, the director of Glen Gold, who was standing aside and smoking a cigarette, looked not surprised.

When he finally finished his cigarette, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it, walked over to Lasov's side and said.

"The natives here are like this, you have to pay them to work first, or they will grind on the machine, or break the machine, and you can't whip them...... The relatives they called weren't really here to eat, you just give them your wages and take what you said before as a fart. ”

Lasov looked at him stunned, and held back a sentence for a long time.

"That's the same when you're in charge of this place?"

An intriguing smile appeared on the face of Director Glenkim.

"Do you know why we went to Borneo? When our men saw that the laborers of Westsail Harbour would rather die of exhaustion on the docks than cause us a little trouble, the officers of the whole city of Avent went crazy. We drool with envy and jealousy, and only hate ourselves for not discovering this gold mine under our noses earlier. ”

Although they had bought slaves from Wu Tuo before, and they had bought them at the port of Golden Gallen, the loss of transportation was too high, and they did not think that the thin slaves could be of any use in the factory.

In fact, it is true that most of the Borneo people who were transported to the industrial area of Ravenca were assimilated into the natives...... After all, they were originally of the same origin.

It wasn't until the civil officials of Triumph City went to Xifan Harbor to open a factory that the old men of the Southern Legion suddenly realized that this was the correct use of the Brahmans.

The Xifan Port tragedy is an inevitable occurrence.

If you want to blame it, the civilian clique itself is too weak to keep such a big fortune......

The boss was stunned for a long time, hateful, angry and helpless, and said with a long sigh.

"Come on, I admit it...... I paid them their salaries. ”

Director Glenkin nodded, slightly mocking, and said with a smile.

"A wise choice."

As the director of the Willant factory said, these indigenous lads received the money and dismissed the relatives who had been called.

Both sides took a step back.

Lasov took back the promise made about the staff canteen, but promised that he would be paid for the work later.

The native lads, though they cursed him for being a miser, did not act further.

Gradually, Rasoff felt that he had mastered the knack of dealing with the locals.

But then something happened that made him confused, and the boys who had taken the money suddenly dispersed, and one or two of them all ran away.

Looking at the people going to the empty recruitment point, Lasoff blushed angrily and clenched his fists.

"It's too much!"

Director Glenkim, who had already started smoking his second cigarette, smiled faintly and said comfortingly.

"That's right."

Looking at this Willant, who was not at all surprised, Rasoff couldn't help but complain.

"Are you here to do charity? You're so used to them? ”

"Accustomed to?" Glenkin narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled intriguingly, "If you had seen how we treated them, you wouldn't have said such things...... But that's the way it is, even if we hang them on pillars, whip them in salt water, whip them in salt water, and catch the laziest ones out to make an example, what will happen to them the next day. ”

Lasoff looked at him incomprehensibly, unable to understand how the Willantes could suffer from this group of people, nor why the locals were so lazy.

Seeing the confusion in his eyes, Glenkin said lightly.

"They don't call it lazy, it's called animality, and you'll understand it after dealing with them for a long time."

After a pause, he added.

"You don't have to be too frustrated, when they run out of money, they'll come back to work...... Rest assured, it won't take long, they never have the habit of saving money. And they already owe you money, and there's no reason to ask you for an advance anymore. ”

"Then the debt will be your rope, and you can take the debt with them, whether you whip them on the buttocks, or ask someone of prestige in their village to go to their house to ask for the debt, or sleep with their chicks in front of them...... As long as you can accept it, most of them don't have the habit of brushing their teeth. Of course, I recommend hiring some locals or mutants to do the job, or simply selling the rights to their neighbors. ”

Lasoff looked at him with black lines on his head.

"I'm here to make money, not pimp."

Glenkin smiled.

"Am I not teaching you to make money? If you don't learn to follow the local customs, they will join forces to deal with it. And, apart from the last one, I offer other options. ”

He felt that he was still more kind, and passed on all the "core secrets" of the Southern Legion to this Brahman.

They were able to conquer such a large territory and make a little use of this barren land, but they didn't just have the ability to wield sticks and whips.

Debt is the core of their fundamental exploitation, and everything else is just a means.

The natives would automatically transform themselves from wild animals into domestic animals by putting the rope of debt around their necks, and this was the only thing they were better than the Borneos.

Although the Borneos are very manageable, they are so fond of saving money that they have to save a few dollars when they tighten their belts, and they don't get into this rope at all, so that neither the Southern Legion nor the civilian clique dare to give them too many dinars.

Deducting and searching on that little salary actually did not exploit anything, and no man was inferior to those two gold coins, and the main purpose was to keep them in a state of poverty.

The Southern Legion's rule over Saifan Harbor was too short, and the clever minds of the city of Avent had not yet thought of a way to put the rope of debt on the heads of the Borneos, and could only continue the strategy of the civilian clique and use poverty to make them obedient.

And their approach has proven to work, and given them twenty years, the state will be able to develop into a much larger industrial center than the Ravenca Industrial Area.

But now, this kind of thing can only happen in the imagination......

Looking at the boss who was still worried, Glenkin continued.

"Also, if I were you, I could go buy some scissors, lighters, and nail clippers and come back."

Lasoff was stunned.

"What do you buy those things for?"

Glenkin smiled and pointed out to him.

"Locals like to buy useless but cheap gadgets, didn't I say? They will naturally come back to work after spending the money, and you want them to come back soon, right? ”

It's a pity that the light industry of the Southern Army is not very developed, and it costs a lot of dinars for the gadgets they use to coax these guys.

However, Glenkin heard that the Alliance's supply chain didn't seem to be short of this thing, and a silver coin could wholesale a lot of nail clippers.

In fact, in his opinion, this is one of the reasons why silver coins can become hard currency in the wasteland.

Not only has the Alliance built a stable supply chain in the wasteland, but it has also provided an unimaginably rich supply of light industrial products to the vast majority of the wasteland's chaotic areas.

As with the "scarcity" of Cr, the person who issued the silver coin was well aware of his advantage and how to expand it.

As for the dinar, although it has its own advantages, it can only show its purchasing power when buying slaves and tanks, which the vast majority of people do not need in their daily lives.

Perhaps getting rid of the dinar system and issuing a sovereign currency would allow the city of Avent to last a little longer, the precious metal currency is too heavy, and the Triumphal City that has mastered it carries too much historical baggage......

This is Glenkin's reflection on the reasons for the failure of the Southern Army from the perspective of an industrial owner.

Lasov was silent for a while, pressed his index finger to the center of his eyebrows, and said a little tiredly.

"I know the owner of a bicycle factory in Port Kingallen, and I can get a batch of bicycles to ......"

If you sell nail clippers, you have to sell them until the Year of the Monkey.

Glenkin's eyes lit up, and he looked at the boss who was already on the road, and gave a thumbs up appreciatively.

"That's a good idea! It also allows them to spend less time on the way to work. ”

Lasoff looked at him stunned.

"Wait...... You mean, they used to be late a lot? ”

Glenkin laughed.

"Late? Often? Let me think about which question is better to start with. ”