Chapter 526 I Will Consider Giving Myself a Few Days Off (1/2)

Queen of the Night Bar.

Recently, the opening hours here are getting earlier and earlier, especially for those VIP customers who spend a lot of money, it is open around the clock.

To the slight disappointment of guests, the devilish silk artwork seems to have disappeared from the bar recently, replaced by nylon imitations.

Although this has become more convenient in a sense, people still feel that something is missing.

After all, humans are not animals. Apart from those things, there are still some spiritual pursuits. And the artwork made of indestructible devil's silk can just make the originally vulgar dance look less vulgar.

What can arouse people's desire to conquer more than rejection?

People complained that the thing was too strong, but they were more willing to spend money on it.

However, regarding the matter of "banning the devil's silk art", the owner of the Queen of the Night Bar, Rob Bo, was very determined.

Even if he is the first to taste the sweetness.

It doesn't matter if the sub-magazine of "Daily Survivor" teases his girl. Neither he nor they care about face anyway, they only care about the chips. But that guy dares to tease the aristocratic grandfather in the inner city casually. He simply doesn't want to live anymore!

He didn't want to get blood splattered on him...

At this moment, in the box that best demonstrates your identity.

Several young men with oily hair and pink faces were leaning on the soft sofa, hugging a group of disheveled beauties on the left and right.

From the belts they casually threw aside, it can be seen that they are worth a lot of money-it is the skin of the Death Claw.

And it’s still the death grip of age.

Indulging in the gentleness surrounding him, Ji Xiu narrowed his eyes comfortably, and after a dull shiver, he smacked his lips and smiled.

"Still happy in Boulder City."

Over there, he had to take matters into his own hands every time, but here he didn't even have to move, he could understand everything with just one look.

And extremely gentle and considerate...

The young man sitting opposite him asked with a curious look on his face.

"Aren't there many androids in Utopia?"

His name was Kumit and he was Sid's son.

As for Sid, he is a well-known noble in the inner city. He has shares in both Vega Trading Company and Boulder City Bank. To a person like him, the bargaining chip is just a number.

Logically speaking, his father's status is higher than that of Jixiu's father, and Jixiu should be his follower. However, Kumit admires the guy in front of him and is willing to lower his status and let him sit in the position of "big brother" superior.

Because this guy always has countless clever ideas, and every time they feel bored, he can lead a group of them to come up with new things.

But that time five years ago, they did go a little too far.

The girl was about the same age as his sister, so it was a blessing that he could come up with that idea. And after the incident was exposed, the blind old man refused to accept their bargaining chip, and kept pestering them with snot and tears, asking them to take responsibility... But how could he be responsible?

Did they draw lots to choose someone to marry that girl home? Then their dad will not only piss them off but also beat them to death!

They had no choice but to let that family disappear.

It's a pity that this matter was not handled well, and the fire accidentally set the surrounding houses on fire, making the city defense chief furious. It was precisely because of that incident that his father gave Ji Xiu to an outside businessman and took him to the distant Ideal City to escape the limelight. And they were criticized by their families and punished for several days of confinement and reflection.

Kumit originally thought he would never see this good brother again, but he didn't expect that the company suddenly opened a flight to Qingquan City.

And his good brothers did not disappoint him and came back to reunite with them as soon as possible.

Ji Xiu curled his lips in disdain.

"How can bionic people understand people better than humans...and can you guys make some progress? It's vulgar to still worry about that thing every day after so long!"

Kumit said with a playful smile.

"We don't have any other entertainment here. You kid is so elegant, tell me about some interesting ways to play on the east coast."

Others also cheered.

"that is!"

"You should just talk about it."

All the friends looked expectantly at this good friend who had returned from afar, hoping that he could talk more about the East Coast.

Although most of their parents are high-class people in the inner city, not all of them have the opportunity to send their children to the ideal city.

Three thousand kilometers is too far.

And the power in their hands becomes less valuable the further away from Boulder City they are.

Unless they are the most trusted and powerful merchants, no one dares to entrust their own flesh and blood to them.

In the wasteland beyond the giant wall, it only takes a small accident to send someone away, especially in a place where chips are not circulating and human life is thinner than paper.

And to be honest, even if they have the opportunity to go to Ideal City, they don't really want to stay there for a few years.

But this does not prevent them from hearing stories from people who have been there.

Moreover, the personal experience of a good friend is more reliable than the words of those businessmen who don’t know whether they have actually been there...

Enjoying the star-studded gaze, Ji Xiu unconsciously had a sense of superiority in his eyes and spoke slowly.

"The ideal city...is actually not as good as you think."

Kumit looked at him in disbelief.

"But it's better than Boulder City, right?"

"You're overthinking," Ji Xiu shook his head. "There are a lot of rules and regulations there. What can't be done and what can be done are all clearly written. There is no room for accommodation at all."

Actually, maybe there is.

It's just that his level is not high enough for the council to be accommodating, so naturally he doesn't know where he can be accommodating.

Kumit still had an expression of disbelief on his face and continued to ask.

"What about the nobles in the inner city over there? They should have a better life, right?"

Ji Xiu said calmly.

"That's for sure, but in my opinion, those people have little vision, and can even be said to be short-sighted. Maybe the real big shots are different. I heard that they are more secretive and conservative in their affairs... But other than that, they are actually the same as us. It makes no difference. That’s why life there is so boring, otherwise why would they run outside the city?”

To him, it was a wasteland in another sense—a spiritual wasteland.

He can only live in a kennel of forty square meters, wearing a neural connection device and communicating with the garbage on the endpoint cloud through the air... That is the most economical and trouble-free way of entertainment. At least he does not have to worry about inexplicable violations and being raped. They were locked up and forced to watch movies, or they were thrown out by the guards.

The rules there are so complex that it's conceivable how inefficient it is, which is unimaginable in Boulder City.

Enjoying the adoring gazes of the rubes, Jixiu took a bite of the grapes fed by the beauty and lazily commented on his hometown.

"But... the changes here have been huge. It used to take at least two days to walk from here to the northern suburbs, but now it doesn't even take one day."

Kumit said with a smile.

"That's true. Those nosy guys in the northern suburbs fight with predators every day. Almost all the predators in the north have gone south to hide."

Another little fat man also said excitedly.

"I also heard that there has been a lot of construction work there recently, and the road under the elevated road out of the city has been renovated!"

A tall man said with bright eyes.

"I know! My father invested a lot of money!"

Ji Xiu curled his lips.

"How much money can you make from selling those steel bars and cement... By the way, aren't you interested in real profitable business?"

Kumit's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Do you have connections?"

"It's more than just a way."

Ji Xiu smiled mysteriously, looked at a group of good buddies with fiery eyes, and waved to them, gesturing for them to come closer.

He cleared his throat and lowered his voice.

"...I have a project here that can make a lot of money."

"You don't have to do anything, you can make money by just lying down!"

…

A certain mansion in Dawn City.

Sitting in the study, Liszt played with the black key card in his hand, glanced at the clock on the wall, and yawned out of boredom.

He was starting to feel a little bored.

For this "black card", he spent a lot of money to smoothen the relationship. He spent at least several million. Finally, with the help of several nobles, he paid a large sum of "replacement fees" to bring a down-and-out The poor nobles were politely invited out and replaced by the new rich in the inner city.

There, the dignity and elegance of the nobles are more important than anything else, but the identity of the nobles itself is not that mysterious.

As long as you own a single room in the Boulder Building, no matter how small, you can be considered a member of the inner city aristocracy and enjoy the right to vote on major decisions.

As for how to own it, it depends on whether you know how to be a good person. This is not something that is put on the market with a clear price tag.

Most nobles do not actually live in that huge stone mansion. The number on the key card symbolizes status and power. In addition to the pre-war megalithic building, there is also a circle of buildings built later, which are also included in the inner city.

The living conditions in those places will be much better.

In addition, if a nobleman lives in the small room on the key card every day, it basically means that he is not far from bankruptcy.

People will tacitly agree that he intends to sell the power in his hands for a good price, and will help him find trading partners very considerately.

For example, the nobleman he replaced is an example.

That guy lives at the bottom of the building, has no children, and has no skills. He is like a fat pig in captivity, looking forward to selling the key card in his hand day and night "without offending himself, Don’t offend the neighbors” for a good price, and then take the chips and go outside to start over.

If the entire Boulder City is compared to a large casino, then buying a door card with "gambling money" will undoubtedly mean going ashore.

It was precisely because of this that he took out that huge sum of money at all costs.

Not only because of this status, other nobles in the inner city cannot use methods outside the rules to mess with him, but also because he has ambitions far beyond ordinary people - he plans to rely on his outstanding business acumen and business Power, change Boulder City and even the entire river valley province, and build a huge business empire!

If he could enter the core power circle of Boulder City and make some like-minded partners, his plan would be much smoother.

However, not long after entering this circle, he quickly became disappointed.

There are no like-minded partners there, not even a moderately competent person.

Those guys are like a bunch of inbred pigs.

There is not a shred of wisdom that humans should have in their minds, or they have spent all their brains on internal friction between each other.

Even slave owners know that shovels are faster than digging soil by hand, and they occasionally buy wood-burning generators and tractors from merchants like him to update their production equipment. However, those pigs who have been raised cunningly want to The hooves of the cattle and horses were removed and eaten, and they proudly claimed it as a credit.

How can a guy like this get along better than the old mayor of Bate Street and the farmer of Brown Farm?

Liszt thought about it for several nights but couldn't figure it out.

In the end, we can only draw one conclusion——

They do have a good dad.

Those survivors who had the courage to stand outside their shelters and face the fallout and the never-ending winter were truly heroes.

Not only did they withstand the despair of falling from Utopia to the abyss, but they even finished things in advance for the descendants who should have done it themselves.

This is also the most inappropriate thing to do.

They created a "fairy tale-like world" for children, so that the wasteland was over in the eyes of the nobles two hundred years later.

In fact, this understanding is correct.

Their wasteland has ended long ago...

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the study, and his most capable subordinate, Han Long, opened the door and walked in from the outside.

"Sir, the manager is here."

Liszt threw the black card aside, looked at him immediately and said.

"Invite him in quickly."

"Yes." Han Long nodded slightly, swung his electronic prosthetic eyes left and right, turned around and walked out of Liszt's study.

Not long after, Chu Guang opened the door and walked in from the outside with a smile.

"Your house is really big."

He did not bring any guards, and he was still wearing the power armor. Liszt had long been accustomed to this, and even replaced all his sofas with iron core ones for fear that there would be no place to entertain him.

"You should live in a bigger one. I happen to have a new house that I can't live in temporarily, or else——"

"The environment in the shelter is pretty good."

"But I see that your residents are quite happy to build beautiful houses, aren't they?" Liszt smiled and persuaded, "The shelter is too crowded after all. Even if you don't care, you can't wrong the future manager's wife. and the future heirs of the alliance.”

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

"We've known each other for so long, don't you still understand me?"

Liszt was silent for a moment, sighed softly, completely gave up the unrealistic idea, and leaned back on the chair.

"To be honest, the longer I know you, the less I know about you... Occasionally, I even feel scared when I'm in front of you."

"Did I do anything to scare you?"

"No."

Seeing him not speaking, Chu Guang vaguely guessed something, then smiled and said pointedly.

"Old Brown is still running his farm. He accepted our transformation, freed the slaves at home, and disarmed. The past things were wiped out, and we allowed him to continue living on his land as a Union citizen. The person who did this was Luca, the city lord of Dawn City who was almost executed by him. You see, we can even forgive our enemies, and you haven't done anything to regret us, so what's the point. So worried.”

Liszt shook his head.

"The mismatch between money and status is a natural original sin. At least I can bribe nobles in the inner city, and even become a noble... But here, I have no way to become a resident of the shelter, and I can't figure out your operating logic, let alone I don’t understand what you want to do sometimes. Anyway, I just hope you can give me a chance to hand it over when you need it.”

Chu Guang couldn't help but said.

"Why can't you change your thinking a little bit? The alliance is an alliance, we use our own rules, we are different from any survivor colony... Look at Bucky, he is almost not even a human being, it is different here every day Are you having a good time?"

Liszt said helplessly.

"He is a resident of Ideal City. Even when he does big things, someone will take care of him...and I can't see his face."

Chu Guang sighed and said.

"I have said many times that identity does not matter in the league. Even if he does not even recognize his father, as long as he identifies with us, we will unite with him."

Liszt said with a wry smile.

"I hope you will keep your promise as always... So, what do you want me to do for you when you come here this time?"

Seeing that Liszt had guessed that his visit was for a purpose, Chu Guang stopped going around in circles, leaned back on the chair, and said with joy.

"I'm going to issue something called a bond."

"what is that?"

"A financial tool that can not only solve our capital problem, but also solve the investment difficulty problem of the inner-city aristocrats."

Liszt coughed.

"If you are short of money, just tell me and I will lend it to you."

Chu Guang said with a smile.

"It's not that I'm short of money, it's that the alliance is short of money, and it will always be short of money. We need a lot of chips here. How much can you lend me? 100 million?"

Liszt said with a numb scalp.

"That... is indeed a bit difficult."

He didn't expect the manager to have such a big appetite.

Chu Guang spread his hands.

"Really? This is not a cake that one person can eat. We need a lot of chips to buy Boulder City's products and increase our market size, and now the pockets of the nobles in the inner city happen to be full of chips, so why not use them How about doing some profitable business with the money you can’t use temporarily?”

Liszt touched his chin with interest and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"This sounds interesting..."

Chu Guang smiled and continued step by step.

"We can provide five-year and ten-year bonds with a total issuance amount of one billion and two billion respectively. The chips are purchased and the chips are redeemed. It is very fair, and the most important thing is safety! The coupon rates are 3% and 2 billion respectively. 4%. Taking a ten-year bond as an example, a 100-chip bond can earn 4 chips of interest every year and receive a lump sum of 100 chips of principal in the tenth year.”

Liszt's eyes flickered slightly, and he was keenly aware of his intentions.

"This is equivalent to splitting the debt... Now not only banks can invest, but also some large and medium-sized chambers of commerce and even individuals can participate."

Chu Guang said with a smile.

"That's right! We even provide physical coupons and supporting electronic accounting services... People who hold our bonds can even buy and sell them freely on our trading platform. In this way, even if someone is in a hurry to use money, they can still use the bonds in their hands. If you sell it for cash, you only need to pay a small handling fee.”

It's a pity, it seems that Liszt didn't see what his real intention was, but instinctively felt that he would not be at peace with it.

"Then why don't you go find Malvern?" After staring at Chu Guang for a while, Liszt couldn't help but ask, "I work in a factory, not this."

Chu Guang shook his head.

"Melvin is an old fox. He wants to get something from me, but he will definitely not allow me to use the borrowed money to repay my previous debts. Starting from the 200 million chip loan, we and Boulder City Bank Each loan stipulates how the loan should be used, and the money must be deposited in an account at Boulder City Bank and subject to their supervision.”

After a pause, he continued.

"So I need two issuance channels to issue chip-denominated bonds. But I guarantee that the bonds issued through the two channels will have the same exercise rights. It's just that one is issued by the Alliance Central Bank itself, and the other is issued through the banks in Boulder City. "

"I regard you as one of my own, so I plan to let you be the distribution channel of the alliance."

Liszt looked at Chu Guang blankly, not expecting that he had told him all about "using borrowed money to repay previous debts".

He asked cautiously after swallowing.

"Are you...really planning to pay it back?"

Chu Guang gave him a strange look.

"If I don't plan to pay back the money, why would I put so much effort into it?"

Liszt was silent for a while and then said bravely.

"let me try."

He must listen carefully to the alliance's opinions.

no way.

Who wants him to make his fortune from the alliance?

If it weren't for the Liszt Factory, he would never be a noble in the inner city. Let alone asking him to help make money, even if he was asked to help kill people, he would have to think of a way.

"Go try it!"

Chu Guang stood up from the sofa and walked to the door of the study. He suddenly stopped, looked back at Liszt, and encouraged him with a smile.

"Try your best to try. The alliance's business opportunities are all written in the newspapers. I will try my best to cooperate with you. Believe me, if this matter comes true, both the alliance and Boulder City will thank you. If it doesn't work, It doesn’t matter, I’ll find someone else.”

Liszt said respectfully.

"I will do my best."

The study door is closed.

Listening to the footsteps walking away, Liszt leaned back on the chair and pressed his eyebrows with a headache.

The total issuance quota is one billion and two billion respectively...

Normal people would be scared away by this number, right?

The respected manager really gave him a difficult problem.

However, at this moment, Liszt's eyes suddenly fell on the black card on the table, and a flash of enlightenment suddenly surged in his heart.

Taking the black card in his hand again and playing with it, Liszt's eyes became more and more excited and he muttered a few words softly.

"Maybe it's really not that difficult..."

…

Just when Liszt ordered his men to pack their things and prepare to go back to Boulder City, something big or small happened in Boulder City.

The "Daily Survivor" newspaper, which had made the entire Boulder City popular a few days ago and almost caused Mr. House to lose his job, had finally gotten into trouble.

At this moment, the door of the newspaper office was sealed, and several guards standing in front of the door pushed and pushed away the idlers who were watching the excitement.

"Leave far away!"

"If you don't want to cause trouble for yourself, don't join in the fun!"

Hearing the stern tone, those who didn't want to cause trouble dispersed one after another.

Only one man didn't leave and couldn't help shouting.

"We are customers waiting for the new issue... we are not here to join in the fun!"

He was the owner of the Walnut Tavern, the one next to the industrial area. His name was Don.

Usually, workers after get off work would come to his place to pick up cigarette butts and smoke them, while looking for literate people to read the free newspapers.

Although he doesn't like those poor people with sad faces, they are almost his only customers, and usually when they see that they are happy, they can't help but buy a glass of beer or even a newspaper to take home as a souvenir. To commemorate.

Even for the sake of that glass of beer, he felt that he should say something for them.

However, after hearing this, the two guards looked at each other, laughed and kicked away the country bumpkin who appeared out of nowhere, and laughed at him as he rolled and crawled up from the ground.

"get out!"

"There's no more of that!"

Meanwhile, upstairs in the office.

When Hal heard about the decree issued by the city hall, his eyes darkened and he almost lost his breath. He stared intently at the guard who read out the order to him, wishing he could kill that man with his eyes.

However, the authority of the royal family is of no use here. The soldiers in Boulder City don't care about the prince in the desert. This thing can at most save him from being punched.

"Stop publication?! Why?" Hal roared with spittle flying around.

The guard looked at him sarcastically.

"The city hall thinks you are spreading false news, why do you want you to stay away from business all day long?"

Hal's face turned red with anger, and he held up the copy of Playboy in his hand. His fingers kept shaking, and finally he could only choke out one sentence.

"But this is just a joke! It's not even the news you said!"

The joke is probably about a guy wearing Deathclaw skins from head to toe, trying to prove to his friends that he's brave, so he brags that he skinned the Deathclaws himself with his own hands.

However, his friends obviously didn't believe it, so in order to prove his bravery, he, who did not dare to take a step forward from the giant wall, could only throw himself on the prostitute on the side. However, the unbreakable devil's thread revealed that he was actually mentally retarded...

This was originally a joke with two soft ads, and even a brand name. However, maybe his wording was too realistic, and he accidentally offended a certain aristocratic grandfather who had actually done this.

The guard's answer really confirmed his suspicion.

"Yes, but there is a certain inner-city resident who doesn't find it funny and is offended by it. Of course, you and I both know that he was definitely not the person in the joke and just kindly thought it was bad."

"What about the Workers' Daily? We haven't published news about wealthy people in it for a long time. It once helped an aristocratic lady find her lost cat!"

the guard asked rhetorically.

"So why don't you continue to publish those things? You were quite good before and could do something for the old men. But those serialized stories are too exaggerated. How could the unarmed awakened person defeat the power armor? The mercenary bought it The black card in the inner city is even more nonsense. What do you think of the identity given by the city lord? I have never heard of any mercenary who has such ability. Are you doing harm to others? "

Hal tried to argue.

“We can take this part out!”

"Mr. Dulong's opinion is that it is not possible."

"What about House? He's no better at talking nonsense than me! If you've ever listened to his radio broadcasts, you'll know that what I wrote isn't even a bad joke!"

Hal blushed. The last thing he wanted to mention was that idiot who talked nonsense, but now he had to use him as an example.

When it comes to bragging, he is not one ten thousandth as good as that guy. At least he can't brag black into white.

However, the guard was indifferent to his explanation and said impatiently.

"He has a license. By the way, he will need such a certificate in the future. I don't know the details. You can find out for yourself."

Hal looked at him pleadingly.

"Then I'll apply now! Please don't drive me away."

The guard shrugged impassively.

"This is your freedom, but you have to pack up the things here first. We will seal this place tomorrow. Anything that is not taken away will be thrown away as garbage by default."

If this guy hadn't been the prince of the Lion Kingdom, he wouldn't have bothered to talk to this guy so much, he would just put the gun on him and be honest.

The guard said the last words, then turned around and walked away with all the brothers, leaving Hal standing there in despair.

He felt like a clown.

The alliance defeated the invincible legion, and he was proud and proud for a long time. However, just the day before the victory celebration, his six months of hard work was taken away by one sentence.

Looking at the employees who dared not speak, the frustrated Hal spoke slowly.

"Do you understand... This feeling is like I put a flower on cow dung, but they want to compare themselves to cow dung. Is it true that in their shallow understanding, only cow dung is left?"

"I just wrote a guy wearing death claws in the joke to entertain everyone, but they insisted that he was offending the aristocratic grandfather in the inner city. Because humans need to have their nails trimmed, horses also need to trim their nails, so humans are equal to horses? Is this true? What nonsense logic?”

an employee whispered.

"...Indeed, the residents of the Alliance will also wear deathclaw clothes, and they like you more than Mr. House."

Another slightly younger employee couldn't help but ask.

"This is obviously a misunderstanding... Can I appeal?"

The older editor shook his head.

"Disaster."

Everyone fell into a long silence, and couldn't help but worry about the future. The two reporters looked at each other and couldn't help but look at him and ask.

"boss……"

"what should we do?"

Hal said with an annoyed look on his face.

"I don't know, don't ask me! You just watched the excitement without saying a word for me, and now you're here to ask me what to do! How do I know what to do?"

He originally planned to write a column about the league's celebrations and a series of recent drastic actions, and worked overtime to rush out the plan, but suddenly such bad news came.

Looking at the helpless employees, Hal suddenly seemed to have been drained of all his strength and let out a long sigh.

"...I will pay you your wages, and you can all go your own way from now on."

Perhaps, I am really not suitable for this industry.

All the employees showed reluctance.

The slightly older editor said immediately.

"Can I settle with silver coins?"

Hal was slightly stunned.

"silver?"

Several people standing next to the old editor nodded in unison and spoke in low voices one after another.

"We used to be Mr. House's employees... we were fired by him because of disagreements. He will definitely not want us to go back."

"And I also wrote articles mocking him..."

"We are going to try our luck in the Alliance. Isn't there also a "Daily Survivor" there? We should be needed."

"That's right! And now one chip can be exchanged for two silver coins, but in Boulder City, one chip can't even buy a piece of bread!"

"The alliance is actually not good either..."

"But I heard that you can buy a kilogram of corn for 0.9 silver coins there! The excess nutritional paste can even be used to feed pigs!"

Listening to the employees' chattering, Hal's originally depressed mood suddenly felt much relieved.

The wasteland is so big, there are many places to go.

Speaking of which, his original purpose of opening this newspaper was actually just to find a job to support himself, and then complete the trial assigned to him and his brothers by his father - to bring back a valuable treasure from the wasteland. .

But slowly, he became attached to this newspaper, so much so that he completely forgot about his father's instructions.

In fact, he increasingly felt that it didn't matter if he didn't fight for the throne. It was just a burden. Drinking and writing poetry were what he loved to do.

After he left, he didn't know how Mr. House would report on the alliance's celebration, but he had completely given up on everything here and no longer cared.

whatever.

Just a settlement.

He should be a cloud in the sky, write poems to those who are worthy, and sing to those who are worthy.

He said.

The "Daily Survivor" will be opened throughout the wasteland! His employees have not given up on this career, so how can he be dejected at this time?

"Then let's go together. It's safer if there are more people!"

Everyone looked at him in surprise.

Especially the old editor asked in disbelief.

"Are you planning to leave with us?"

"What are you talking about? I was not a survivor here. I said I came from a place shrouded in rays of light... Although I gave up so easily and did not live up to Mr. Manager's expectations, I will sincerely express my gratitude to you." He apologized."

A smile appeared on Hal's face again, he coughed slightly and continued.

"If you like me as a boss, you can continue to follow me after joining the Alliance... The survivors in the desert don't have their own newspaper yet. They should know what happens in this wasteland every day. We can go there and start over. ! Be bigger and stronger and create greater glory!”

"Although, it is much poorer there than here."

At this moment, Miss Dolly didn't know that she had been unemployed, and was dragging Fang Chang around the streets of Dawn City with great enthusiasm, collecting materials for the celebration column that had been scrapped.

Avni from the Honey Badger Kingdom was sitting by the window of the attic of the embassy, ​​sighing as she looked at the setting sun gradually setting towards her hometown, and was worried about whether the gift she was about to send could represent the feelings of the royal family and the people of the kingdom.

The mosquito implanted with the Xiaoyu brand symbiote was once again stuck in the tin can made by himself, and by chance, it was photographed by a passing crow, and it was posted on the forum and ridiculed. It can be regarded as revenge for a long time ago.

Shao Duzi took Maka Bazi and Boring Tiger to go fishing at the lake. Commander Quan Shui and other brothers from the Storm Corps were in the lobby of the Highway Town Hotel, facing Zhang Hai, the owner of the ramen restaurant who boasted that he would never be able to finish a thousand cups. They took turns drinking, and Lisa was on the sidelines trying to persuade them to drink less. She wanted to find out about pangolins, but was too embarrassed to speak.

Kuangfeng and Doomsday Lone Wolf went to Xizhou City to study the reactor again, while Ye Shi took his old sister Jiujiu to level up Claw Claws nearby.

Lao Bai and the female researcher from the college went to the East Forest in Qingquan City. She was very curious about the psychic interferometer there. Irena brought back a lot of magical ingredients from the desert, and she seemed to be thinking about a new dark cuisine with tomatoes and scrambled eggs. .

There is only one night left before the triumphal celebration.

Dawn City is as lively as ever.

Chu Guang, who had just come out of Liszt's house, did not return to the shelter. Instead, he went to the farmland east of the city, looking at the reclaimed land and thinking.

Seeing him staring into the distance for a long time, Lu Bei, who was following him, asked softly.

"Sir...is there anything over there?"

Chu Guang said casually.

"No."

Lu Bei scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

"I saw you were looking over there...I thought there was something wrong there."

"Well...there is indeed something wrong."

Chu Guang thought for a moment and then said.

"I'm thinking, I can't treat them badly."

Food security is a top priority and cannot be completely handed over to vassal countries. These cultivated lands are precious resources. Perhaps he should use part of the tax revenue to subsidize those who stay in the fields to dispel their concerns about next year's food prices. concerns.

Thinking of this, Chu Guang had another headache.

He didn't feel anything before, and a series of numbers came out with a wave of his hand.

When the alliance grew in size, he immediately felt how difficult it was to maintain the smooth operation of a huge settlement.

There are so many places to spend money...

And one of his thoughts no longer just determines the jobs of a few people, but a group of families who are eagerly waiting for it.

If he makes a mistake, someone will starve.

Some methods are effective when there are few people, but not so effective when there are more people. However, how much is too much and how much is too little is too difficult to grasp.

Looking at the thoughtful manager beside him, Lu Bei hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Master Manager..."

Chu Guang looked at the young man beside him.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Bei looked at him seriously and said.

"I think you should take a proper rest... It's been three days since you came back from the front line, but you haven't had a day's rest."

Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry about me, kid. I know when to rest."

"...I just hope you can pay more attention to your body," Lu Bei said in a low voice, "This is not my suggestion alone. I feel... everyone hopes so."

Seeing the young man's concerned eyes, Chu Guang smiled and nodded.

"I'll consider giving myself a few days off."

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(Can ten thousand words be counted as two chapters? T.T)