As it turned out, the director of the Glenkin factory was right, and the paid lads spent a week's worth of wages in just three days, and then reluctantly returned to the factory.

Rasoff initially complained about the "animality" of the locals, but quickly accepted the premise and accepted all the bad things about the locals with satisfaction.

Because his new gas tank production line has not yet started production, the bicycles wholesaled from Golden Gallen Port are selling out!

When the locals saw this kind of transportation, which was "fast like the wind with two feet and one kick", their eyes turned into brass bells.

And after hearing that you don't need the title of ten-captain or certificate to buy this thing, you only need a few hundred silver coins, these native lads immediately put their hands into their pockets without saying a word—

And then the cents didn't.

No money...... Let's make money.

In order to live a life of riding the 28th pole on the dirt road in the countryside, and for the priority of mate selection in the tribe, this group of the most primitive and avant-garde spiritual guys in the wasteland have enthusiastically signed up and reluctantly joined the wave of production capacity transformation.

At first, they wanted to work two jobs and owe more money to the two factories, but the shrewd Moon merchant predicted that they would definitely get this wool, and took precautions to plug the loophole.

In order to protect the factory they had bought at great expense, they took the initiative to form the first civil organization in the Ravenca industrial area, the Chamber of Commerce and Industry.

This federation is different from the two federations in Borneo province in that it does only one thing.

That is to register the biological information of their own employees and share information with each other, which is equivalent to the early version of the "credit system".

This technique is not very difficult.

There's just no internet in the wasteland, but it's not like there's no computer and no camera.

You can't do it in the Union just because you will be killed if you do it, but the Autonomous Council of the Ravenca Industrial Zone has not yet implemented the law to protect labor rights, so naturally there are not so many obstacles.

This time it was the turn of the natives of the industrial area of Ravenca to be dumbfounded.

When they received the wages of the first company and wanted to go to the second company, they just blew them out, and it was the same when they went to the third and fourth companies.

The factory owners were united.

Now I can only work......

Originally, the governor felt that the local people did not have the conditions to form a social organization, so he postponed the plan to set up a representative council, but he did not expect that this blueprint that had been postponed to the future would be completed by a group of most apolitical Borneo people who came from Borneo Province.

In fact, he also made the mistake of empiricism, and the Brahminas are not completely apolitical and do not understand unity, but they do not talk about it when it is not their own business.

When the fire burns on their buttocks, if they don't talk about it, they can only cry out to the king of Hades, and they still have to talk about it.

Like now.

If they don't show some real skills, they will have to go bankrupt if they count one of them.

But the irony is here, when the fire is not so hot, they may in turn praise the fire is really warm, and the people who shout hot butts are really noisy.

But in any case, humans are more advanced than animals.

The natives of the industrial area of Ravenka frightened the Borneo bosses who came ashore by their "animality", but in the end they were picked up by the latter who "rushed to the beach".

As for whether the workers' union will catch up and clean up the latter, it depends on how the latter develops.

If they can replicate the success that Fang Chang himself can't replicate, let the "Golden Gallen Port Model" shine in the Ravenca industrial area, and make the locals not mind that little pain, the radicals of the alliance will not have any chance.

But that's all for later.

In short, the 3,000 bicycles that Rasoff had brought from the port of Golden Gallen were looted as soon as they landed.

The local guys who had found work lined up in front of his factory, looking forward to their wages that had not yet been covered.

The master workers from Jingallen Harbor did not stop for a moment, and loaded the truck at the door of the factory, put it on the chain, and applied the engine oil...... It's almost like assembling one and selling one!

Lasoff was collecting the money next to him, looking at the wad of banknotes in his hand, and his mouth couldn't close.

With a wholesale cost of 300 gallons (about 30 silver coins), he can sell it for 200 silver coins, and the supply exceeds the supply!

If all these 3,000 bicycles are sold, the profit alone will be 510,000 silver coins!

It's a huge profit!

Not only did he earn back the wages he had sent out, but he also earned the wages sent out by others!

The workers who loaded the bicycles had red eyes when they looked at it, and they were eager to quit their jobs on the spot and go home and become second-hand dealers.

Glenkin wasn't surprised that these bikes would sell out, but he looked at the batches of bikes with envy.

The Southern Army is not short of steel, nor is it short of rubber and engine oil, and there are many more awesome technologies than this.

However, it is such simple materials, assembled together with not too complicated technology, but it has become a "light luxury" that can only be consumed by more than ten masters.

Either you have to make a lot of money and buy dinars in the market outside the logistical supply system.

Of course, he has a bicycle, and his son and daughter have it, but he has never seen this kind of "selling bicycles like nail clippers".

Before, he didn't believe that ordinary people in the league could afford a car, with or without the title of captain, but now he did.

Thinking that he could buy one himself in the future, he missed the Southern Army a little less in his heart...

After the sun went down, Lasoff handed over the day's earnings to the staff of the White Bear Bank branch.

Looking at the non-stop money counter, his face was full of bright smiles, and he was in a good mood to send a red envelope of 1,000 silver coins to the loading masters, and finally stuffed a stack of banknotes into the hands of the director of Glen Gold.

"Haha, man, your idea is a genius! A little heart, please don't be kind! ”

"It's you who are the genius," he said without any idea of the silver coins, and the director of the Glen Gold Mill did not count the number of bills, but casually stuffed them into his pocket, and then said with emotion, "in less than two weeks...... It takes so long for the troops of Eternal Night Harbor to sail to Xifan Harbor, and your container is faster than them. ”

For Glenkin's shock, Lasoff was unimpressed, after all, no matter how fast the container runs, it is the ability of the shipping company.

As long as he is willing to spend money, he can even go a little faster.

For example, by airplane.

However, it is not possible to transport such low-value-added goods by airplane.

"It's not surprising, time is money for us, and you'll know if you follow me for a while." Rasov squeezed his eyebrows at him and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I have never treated my brother badly, and I have earned money without your benefits." ”

Glen Kim was also a little hot in his heart by what he said.

Although he has no idea about silver coins, the money he carries in his pocket is heavy.

He suddenly had the idea of pulling out and counting how many there were, but he was too embarrassed to do so on the spot.

That pile had at least 5,000 silver coins......

I heard that in the Alliance, it is enough to buy an LD series assault rifle for only 200 silver coins.

"So do we still produce gas canisters? I feel like bikes are more profitable. ”

"Of course, you have to produce, don't be carried away by short-term benefits, this transaction can only be regarded as a quick money." Smiling and patting Glenkin on the shoulder, Rasoff rolled his eyes and continued, "But you reminded me that we can develop some production lines that meet the needs of the locals...... How do you say that, yes, according to local conditions! ”

Glenkin: "For example? ”

Lasov said with a smile.

"For example, pots and pans, three-wheeled goods pulling, or furniture and the like."

Glenkin frowned slightly.

"Furniture made of iron? Although the iron ore here is cheap, it will not be too heavy. ”

Lasov shook his head into a rattle.

"Of course it's made of wood, what added value can an iron thing sell, and selling something for 1 silver coin for 1.1 silver coin is not called ability, but it is called ability to let people buy it for 10 silver coins and be grateful to us. We sell not only sofas made of wood, but also leather and cotton. ”

Looking at the talkative boss, Glenkin said with a wry smile.

"I have to warn you that although there are a few trees on the land on the banks of the Ravenca River, this place is also called the Great Desert."

Lasov said with a smile.

"Of course I know, but there is a lot of wood in the port of fries, and there is also a lumber mill in the port of mantou...... I remember that the factory there was still owned by you Willantes. ”

The wasteland is becoming a whole, and the thinking is too small to be confined to the Great Desert.

He could hire the noblest artists from Dawning City, import the finest wood, furs, and cotton from Baiyue Province, and send them to the factories in the port of Golden Gallen for rough processing.

Looking at Lasoff, who was depicting his business territory, Glenkin suddenly felt a little dumbfounded, and couldn't believe that this guy was actually a Brahman.

He had seen the Brahmen.

That submissive appearance once made him look down on them in his heart, and even didn't take them seriously at all.

Now he finally figured out why the league had won.

Solidarity is the means.

Equality is at the heart of who they are.

The Legion turned the Wastelanders into livestock.

And the alliance turned them into people.

Animals are destined to defeat people, and the defeat of the Southern Legion and even the entire Legion is almost inevitable......

……

Small goods from the port of Kim Gallen have created a wave of fashion in the industrial area of Ravenca.

The dusty dirt road is full of "Odebiao", but it is just a banana that lacks a little soul.

It's not tropical, it's temperate technically, and the reason it's hot is simply because it's the Southern Hemisphere, and December is the hottest time for summer.

That's why it's not just the Golden Gallen Harbor bikes that sell well, but also short-sleeved T-shirts and sandals.

Especially the latter.

Those styles that have been outdated in the port of Golden Gallen have become the most sought-after hits in the local area!

The group of aborigines, who were as savage as the orcs, could even fight over a dirty colored shirt.

As for artworks such as the "Rattan Hut" certified by the residents of the Vault, no one cares, and both men and women are allergic to the low-key luxury.

On the contrary, it is the exaggerated design that some players have come up with all their lives, and there is an extreme market here.

For example, a red T-shirt with a baby face printed on it, and that cheerful smile has almost become a spiritual totem for several tribes.

Looking at the group of spiritual guys who stepped on Doudou shoes and wore Wangzai's baby bottle on their bodies, Irena had a subtle expression.

This kind of performance art appeared briefly in Dawning City during the previous "Closed Beta Qualifications", but I didn't expect it to reappear on the Wasteland Guests after the closed beta qualifications were tightened.

"Is this a Renaissance?"

The elf king Fugui scraped his eyes according to his temples, relieving his mental fatigue.

"Ah...... I guess so. ”

There are more and more new faces in the server, and it is no longer a small circle of their old players, although "Wasteland Online" has not been in public beta so far, but it is actually no different from the open beta.

Mosquitoes are still flying planes on the front lines, tails building snowmen in the Arctic Circle, and some of the most famous living treasures are not there.

At least he couldn't guess who did the work, and it wasn't even the players who did it.

Just when the eyes of the players were opened, the 172 wrongdoers who bought the factory finally found the trick to develop this market, and wrote to the autonomous committee to ask them to lift the gantry at the port as soon as possible to facilitate unloading, and then imported light industrial products from the port of Jingallen to play dumping.

This did stimulate the market in the industrial area of Ravenca to a certain extent, but the market was separated from the factory by a river after all.

The lads who owed money were indeed shoved back to the factory by the bosses that the league brought from all over the world, but they clearly didn't really want to build their hometown, they just wanted to make a quick buck and get a bike back.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with thinking like this, and even if you don't like to save money, it is not a problem, people should give priority to living for themselves, and live for the present...... But you shouldn't have any plans for the future.

Especially when all the people in a society do not have any plans for their future, whether good or bad, the society will almost inevitably stagnate and even go downhill.

In such a situation, any stimulus aimed at civilized society will be ineffective.

The natives live like animals, looking for food when they are hungry, water to drink when they are thirsty, mating when they want to mate, doing daily work, and never mastering a core skill, even expecting them to become skilled laborers.

Although in the short term, the nimble Goldgallen Harbor merchants, led by Rasov, made a fortune, but this money was largely a dividend from the auction of the assets of the Southern Corps in the Ravenka Industrial Zone.

Local workers were able to borrow money because of this dividend.

Otherwise, no one would have advanced their salaries, just as no one would lend money to the seagulls in Port Fries.

And once this bonus is eaten, everyone here will suffer.

Fang Chang believed that an experienced Goldgallen Harbor merchant like Lasoff would be able to escape before the flood came, but as the captain of a ship, it meant nothing to him who the final lifebuoy was.

The lifebuoy must not be enough for everyone.

What he had to do was to steer the ship so that it didn't run aground, so that every passenger on board could successfully get ashore.

At the meeting of the Autonomous Committee of the Ravenca Industrial Zone, the head of the table, who was sitting at the head of the table, looked at the members sitting at the conference table and said.

“…… The wastelanders of the Vale don't like to save money either, and follow the philosophy of life, but even so they have an idea of what to do tomorrow. ”

So when we hand them the books and tell them that tomorrow will be better, it takes almost no effort to get them to get them to learn. And when we come up with a better plan in front of them, they will work hard with us. ”

Xiaoyu and Boss Xia should be typical examples, including a series of survivors such as the more accomplished Liszt and Sun Shiqi.

Nowadays, the newcomers of "Wasteland Online" have almost no impression of Xiaoyu, but Fang Chang is very impressed.

That guy had grown from a little girl counting coins in front of the nursing home to one of the architects of the Alliance's financial system, and even he was a connoisseur.

And Boss Xia has also become a very good engineer.

Although she is not wealthy, money is not the only measure of meaning in life, and her research and contributions are also visible to many players in the league.

As for here......

After a moment of silence, Fang Chang looked at the ceiling of the conference room and sighed, shook his head and said.

"The above is the experience of Dawning City, and it is also the root of the Boulder City model and the Golden Gallon Port model...... But based on my observations during this time, I regret to find that this set of low-level code does not apply here. ”

Locals have no idea what the future holds.

And their extreme swing and casualness is the root cause of the fact that the actual production capacity of the Ravenca industrial area is far from the theoretical output value.

The reasons for this are not that complicated at all, and they have nothing to do with Tyr and the Enlightenment.

And he did blame them.

It's not that they don't "resist", but they rebel all the time, and against everyone they meet......

If the same industrial zone is placed in the Lion State of Borneo Province, and the Borneo people are allowed to tighten their belts and make guns and cannons for the Southern Legion, it is not clear that Absec and Rasi will really be beaten out by the Southern Legion.

The people sitting at the conference table looked at each other, and finally focused their eyes on President Antoine.

Pushed to the front of the stage by everyone's expectations, President Antoine smiled bitterly, and turned his eyes to Fang Chang for help.

"Think of a way."

Fang Chang shook his head.

"You can't put all your hopes in me alone, or what will you do when I'm gone? I am holding this meeting today to hear your views. ”

President Antoine closed his mouth and set his eyes on the president of the Development Foundation.

That guy's name is Hope, his profession is an accountant, he is a Willant born in Avent City, I don't know which factory the alliance got from, in short, he is now in charge of the "money bag" of the entire Autonomous Committee, and he is holding a huge sum of 1.5 billion silver coins in his hand!

With such a large sum of money in his hands, he wanted to see what this guy was capable of.

Gazing into President Antoine's eyes, Hope knew he couldn't dodge, and coughed lightly.

"Maybe we can make some people rich first, and then others—"

Before he could finish speaking, the captain of the industrial zone guard interrupted him with a dark face.

"It's going to be robbed by other natives, just like Blackwater Alley in Eternal Night Harbor. In just one month, we've handled 37 robberies and 26 thefts, half of which are bicycle-related. ”

He is one of the few natives of Ravenca at the conference table, but he grew up in the city of Avent, so he is one of the few natives who have seen the world in person.

His mother was a servant of a captain, and because she had half of the blood of the Willantes in her veins, she was mixed up in the servant army to become a captain.

Later, with the defeat of General Lubis, he surrendered with a good attitude, so he was placed in the guard by the Alliance, and because of his outstanding performance and the recommendation of a battalion commander of the expeditionary force, he rose to the position of current sergeant.

It is precisely because of the blood of the locals flowing in his veins that he understands the temperament of the locals better than anyone else.

Without waiting for Hope to answer, he continued.

“…… Eventually, it will become the Port of the Night, where outsiders continue to live in the most prosperous neighborhoods, while locals still rot in the stinking gutters...... I don't think that's what the league wants to see. ”

As he spoke, he looked at Fang Chang, who didn't say anything, but still gave him an approving look.

Indeed, the Union does not want to see this happen.

However, to expect the alliance to forcibly intervene just because it doesn't want to see this happen is to know nothing about the alliance.

Peaceful coexistence is the wish.

They don't design a game that they can win and not lose just because of a wish, snatching the winner's trophy and forcing it to the weak who need help.

The fairness of the rules can at least ensure that the victory is meaningful, while the strong X rule not only does not help the weak, but also makes the victory itself a joke and ends up being a lose-lose.

He couldn't say that, but he did think this in his heart—

If the locals can't hold up the wall in the mud, then they should lie in the mud and watch the Willant neighbors return to their big houses with their hard work and bravery, and then think about whether they or the next generation should live differently.

Perhaps it was because he understood his meaningful eyes, and Hope felt a little more confident in his heart, watching the captain of the guard argue with reason.

"Then it has to at least become the Eternal Night Harbor first, right? At least the aliens in Blackwater Alley are different from the aliens in the industrial area of Ravenca, and the poor ghosts in the slums are no more decent than the animals in the primeval forest, can you deny that? Besides, you yourself are from the city of Avent, and you know better than anyone why the locals are poor, and why you are different when you have foreign blood in your veins! ”

The captain of the guard was speechless for a moment, he was not good at debating, and because he was in contact with the thoughts of civilized people, he lacked the nonsense and unreasonable temperament of Bossaka.

He couldn't say a word with his eyes stared, and stubbornly held back his words.

Not only him, but even the elders of several large tribes sitting in the corner of the conference table could not say anything to refute.

They knew in their hearts what virtues the young men of their people were, and they knew what virtues they were.

In fact, to put it bluntly, they never imagined that one day they would be able to sit at the same table with the people of Willante and talk about the future of the Ravenca industrial area on an equal footing.

If none of their clansmen can compete with the Wilantes, then no one is to blame......

Fang Chang looked at Hope.

"You want to use the 'Golden Gallen Harbor model', right?"

"It's the Eternal Night Harbor mode!" Hope plucked up the courage to continue, "There is no capital, no technology, no market in Eternal Night Harbor...... And we have all of this, and we are standing on the cusp! ”

"The sale of 172 factories has raised 1.5 billion silver coins, which should not only be used for transformation, but also for infrastructure investment...... For example, a local development bank was set up, tenders were invited through a qualification committee for the renovation of the old town, and the renovation of old civil docks, roads and municipal systems. ”

As he said this, he looked at the four tribal elders sitting at the conference table.

"You may not understand, but in short, we will take a sum of money from the development fund to help you renovate your house! Let's move from your tent to a big house where you can see the sea! ”

As soon as they heard this, the four old men were immediately excited, and almost regarded him as a savior.

Fang Chang probably finished listening to what he said.

This is actually the Golden Gallen Harbor model, but the difference is indeed slightly different.

After all, at that time, the port of Golden Gallen had just gotten rid of the "Niehack period", and knew nothing about the rules of the market, whether it was the old aristocracy or the new class, they were on the same starting line, and the latter had more motivation for change, so it quickly became a leader in the ideological avant-garde in the changes of society.

But the industrial area of Ravenca is different.

The Willant people are a dimensionality reduction blow to the locals in terms of ability and experience, and now raising this starting pistol is equivalent to making adults and children race.

But as Hope said, now that they're on the cusp, there's still a chance to do it.

When the wind passes, it is difficult to say what role these 1.5 billion silver coins can play.

Maybe they don't even have a chance to move their mouths, and these dividends are either consumed by themselves or eaten up by outsiders.

"There is no harmless choice for this kind of thing, I can't decide for you, the only advice is to give up the illusion of wanting and wanting...... Vote by a show of hands. ”

Fang Chang knocked on the table and handed over the choice to the locals themselves.

"The left hand is in favor, the right hand is against, and the hand on the table is abstention."

As he spoke, he put his hand under the table and signaled to himself—or rather, that the Coalition would not participate in the vote.

There were 14 people seated at the round table, six of whom were Willant, six of whom were Aboriginal, and one of whom was of mixed race.

At least now it is fairest to vote.

A pair of hands were raised, a total of ten people were in favor, two were against, and one abstained.

Interestingly, one of the two opponents is a mulatto and the other is a Willant.

Antoine abstained from voting without hesitation, this guy is a typical "capable speculator".

As for the four tribal elders sitting at the conference table, they all raised their left hands high.

After all, they had already chosen their leader.

"It was the first meeting of the Industrial Region of Ravenca, and the representatives of the Union witnessed its impartiality...... At least in terms of process, it is relatively fair. ”

Fang Chang looked at the energetic Hope and presented him with the winner's red badge with his eyes.

"Don't let down the expectations of the survivors of the Ravenca Industrial Zone and let it go for the future you envision."