Chapter 527 Victory Day Celebration! (1/2)

"...Hello, dear listeners, I am your dearest Mr. House. I heard that "Daily Survivor" was shut down. I had long expected that one day, those nonsense-talking guys would finally get rid of Shut up! Of course, I don’t care, after all, they have never wavered in the ratings of Mr. House’s channel! People will always be on the right side, thank you for your unwavering support and choice!”

"Praise the city lord again, praise the inner city residents who gave us bread, water and food... Oh, it's all my fault for that idiot named Hal, I almost put the most important thing at the end! If it weren't for the great inner city The city's research institute has improved the synthesis process and consumption standards of nutritional paste, so that one chip will not have the same nutrition as one kilogram... Yes, the good news is that nutritional paste has become cheaper again, and bread will gradually become cheaper as well. You'll all be able to afford it soon, Mr. House promises!"

"It's a pity that our neighbors don't have such a good life. They used disgraceful means to win a disgraceful war without declaring war on each other. The righteous punishment of heaven soon came to them. . The Alliance is deeply in debt. Not only does it owe us a lot of money, but it also owes a lot of money to Ideal City. For this reason, they cannot humiliate themselves and allow the residents of Ideal City to build a twenty-story building on their land... Tsk tsk. , higher than the manager’s house, but then again, does the gopher who lives in the hole have his own house?”

"Anyway, remember to close the doors and windows tonight, because those poor devils will probably be like last time, incompetently and angrily wasting ammunition into the sky, crackling some stuff that will blow people's ears. Just stick your head out, be careful of being caught. The falling bullet casing smashed his head. In addition, all the factories in the alliance were closed today, and everyone there lost their jobs. They could only wander around the streets and pick up the cigarette butts left by the shelter residents... Poor Bei. The suburbs will probably become a paradise for predators again. There are too many poor people and homeless people there. You'd better not go out casually. "

"Just wait and see, they will definitely be finished next year!"

"And we are forever young!"

The day of the triumphal celebration.

The radio on the street was particularly loud today, and this also gave Boulder City, which had never been affected by the war, a more festive atmosphere.

Mr. House spent about half an hour clarifying the causes and consequences of this war with his audience, and how the Boulder City Bank cleverly borrowed the Legion's west wind, using 510 million debts to take advantage of the alliance's vigorous development of heavy industry and The military industry has harvested the alliance's wool. In one fell swoop, it has shifted from being dumped by the alliance on low-end industrial products to being dumped on the alliance's output, making Boulder City's wallet bulging again and again.

After half an hour of explanation, he fully demonstrated that Boulder City was also the victorious party - the secret and great uncrowned king!

On the edge of the industrial area, at the entrance of the Walnut Tavern, a group of workers who had just woken up gathered early in the morning.

They don't care about winning or losing the war. Anyway, they don't expect the gentlemen to reward them with a few chips out of kindness.

They are all here to catch up on updates.

Although they are all nonsense, the novel of "The Worker" is obviously much more interesting than Mr. House's nonsense.

Especially when the story has just been serialized to a wonderful point, the poor boy "Doqi" from the slums performed miracles by relying on the power of awakening, and unexpectedly defeated a power armor that was corroded by slime mold. Not only did he receive a large reward for this, Jin, a black room card, also got the favor of a beautiful noble lady. She fell madly in love with him, although this also caused her fanatical suitor, a captain of a certain militia group, to marry him from then on. Considered an eyesore.

Although it was a very clichéd story, the content was not only clichéd but even vulgar, it was so exciting that they wanted to do something with their hands.

Everyone has been discussing the plot for the rest of the night, and they have even thought about what Duoqi's child will be called.

Under the eager eyes of his co-workers, the literate Siberg picked up a newspaper from the shelf at the door, cleared his throat and was about to read it.

But I found that it was still the same issue as yesterday.

"Hold on."

Instructing the co-workers to be calm, Sperger changed a newspaper, frowned, changed another one, and found that it was still the same.

In the end, he couldn't help but look at the boss with a disfigured face.

"Why is it still the same issue as yesterday?"

Tang, who stood by the door with his arms folded and watched the joke, chuckled.

"You should be lucky that you can still see yesterday's issue. I'm sure the guards will come and take it away after a while."

The workers suddenly became anxious and quickly surrounded him.

"Where's the new one?"

"No more, even the newspaper office is gone!"

"What about...the novel serialized on it?"

"Are you stupid? I told you it's over. They're closed. What else do you want? Just pick up the butt of your cigarette and smoke it." Tang cursed and pushed away the worker standing in front of him. He was in a bad mood. Because of this, he got kicked by the guard.

Several workers looked at each other.

"……Gone?"

"But why? We're not bothering anyone!" A bearded man clenched his fists and muttered angrily.

He works diligently every day and works as a cow and horse for the factory owners. This is the only thing left in his life. Why should the gentleman shut it down?

One worker raised his hand.

"Is anyone going to go to City Hall with me to find an explanation?"

People looked at each other and no one said a word.

A few months ago they dared to go to the city hall to cause trouble, but the situation then was completely different from now. It was to protest against the alliance's dumping of cheap industrial products in Boulder City. The factory bosses supported them in making trouble, and the shareholders behind their bosses were big shots in the inner city. It was equivalent to the nobles themselves competing against each other. Counting it down layer by layer, even if they killed that idiot Du Long, no one would blame them. Instead, they would secretly give them a thumbs up.

But now, the nobles have reached a consensus, and the factory has reopened and is becoming more and more prosperous. The alliance borrowed a large amount of chips from Boulder City, and the factory owners received a large order. The nobles in the inner city also made a lot of money, and they, too, all had jobs to support their families.

Times are getting better and better. Now that bread is so expensive, no one wants to lose their job.

Everyone was a little discouraged. At this time, someone didn't know who muttered.

"...Then we can write the rest of the story ourselves."

People's eyes gradually brightened, but they still had some concerns.

"Can you write?" The unshaven man looked at the young man who made the suggestion.

The young man blushed and shook his head.

"No...but you don't have to be able to write before you can write. Maybe you can just write and write? No one can write from birth."

"I remember that Sperger wrote a letter of opinion to the newspaper! The Worker's Daily only came into existence later!"

How long ago that was!

Seeing everyone looking at him, Sperger was stunned for a moment and said in a dumbfounded voice.

"I...I can only read, but not very well write."

One of the boilermen smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's okay, brother, just keep writing along with the story, and everyone will help you with ideas."

Sberg instinctively wanted to refuse, but looking at the expectant eyes, he couldn't bear it.

Even though he knew this might bring him trouble, he still nodded.

"But we have to change the name...to Workers' Daily."

"It's safer this way."

Everyone said with a smile.

"no problem!"

"Call it whatever you want."

"We just want to see the rest of the story!"

It's time to clock in.

As the bells rang in the industrial area, the workers gathered at the entrance of the tavern dispersed and walked towards their respective factories.

As he walked towards the cannery, Sperger tightened the collar of his old cotton coat and looked at the soot handprints on his shoulders with great concern.

Perhaps it is indeed a good idea to start a "Gongyou News".

The Union newspaper was driven away, but its readers are still here. If you can collect the previous "Worker's News", make a bound volume of the serialized stories, and then continue to write the subsequent stories , maybe it will be sold out...

At least it's more promising than working in a cannery.

Sperger's thoughts gradually became heated.

If he works in Mr. Weijia's factory for the rest of his life, he won't be able to live a life of eating cans every day, but if he continues to write the story of "Duoqi", he might be able to...

…

It's not just Boulder City that's lively. Only twenty kilometers away, Shuguang City in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City is also a lively event.

In the Triumph Square next to North Street, a group of people stood in the dark.

More than one-third of the entire alliance gathered here and looked expectantly at the center of the square.

Even if others were not present, they were sitting in front of the TV or radio, waiting for the managers on the stage to speak.

Not even just residents of the Alliance.

There are also residents from Boulder City, as well as wastelanders who have traveled here from the distant Luoxia Province, Jinchuan Province, the eastern provinces - and even the Yunjian Province in the east of the mainland, just to take a look at that What does the legendary manager look like?

Most shelter-run colonies are terrible.

What is so different about this guy...

Looking at the expectant faces in the audience, Chu Guang raised his index finger and tapped the side of his helmet, turned on the speaker and lifted the mask at the same time.

At that moment, people consciously became quiet.

Controlling the excitement surging in his heart, Chu Guang took a deep breath and kicked off the celebration with a solemn and solemn voice.

"...Just last month, we won the war against the barbarians, and Luoxia Province gained long-lasting peace because of our arrival."

"We have already cheered for the victory and commended and rewarded individuals and groups who have made outstanding contributions. I will not repeat it at this moment. But I still must thank you all standing here and the friends who are holding on to their posts far away. It’s the light we usher in together.”

"Our battlefield is not only in the desert, but also in the forest, in the fields, in the factory, at the station, wherever every Alliance resident can see... Our unity has jointly forged this invincible war machine. The car, and the trophies it gains, should belong to everyone who supports it.”

"We are far away from that utopia where we only have to work for one hour a day, but from now on everyone can use their own eight hours to think about how we can get closer to it. Of course, this road is destined to be difficult, wasteland It’s not going to end on its own, you can’t expect to figure it all out in bed.”

"You need to learn knowledge, experience and lessons from the books of the Prosperity Era, think about how to improve the tools and production methods in your hands, be kind to all your compatriots around you, do everything possible to unite them, and create greater miracles with them, and Not by ostracizing, dividing and antagonizing them.”

"We will not place any hope on anyone's moral standards, so we have to formulate a more and more complete set of game rules to turn the cruel jungle into an orderly village, and turn the overgrown wilderness into a traffic jam. farmland."

“Let evil, cowardly, despicable, cunning, and ugly things lose their place to survive in competition, and let all qualities of justice, bravery, honesty, self-respect, and kindness stand out from our society, rather than hoping that people will be born gentle and humble. , or hope for the taller ones among us.”

"We not only want to end the wasteland on earth, but we also want to end the wasteland spiritually - the invisible but real wasteland!"

"Victory will eventually belong to us!"

"All of us!"

The correct application scenario for the victory call seems to be in speech.

Although Chu Guang did not deliberately use that talent, when he poured all his enthusiasm and concentration into it, he could clearly see the heat and desire shining in every pair of pupils.

They had no doubts.

He will deliver on every word he says!

And he also made a vow in his heart——

I will definitely not let down those trusting eyes.

"...That's great!"

Standing in the crowd, Dolly clapped her hands excitedly, but before clapping twice, her little hand was held by Fang Chang on the side.

"As long as it comes to your mind, it's okay. You've only been off the operating table for a few days, so take it easy." Fang Chang looked at her worriedly and said.

"Don't be so rigid, I've been fine for a long time!" Dolly raised the corners of her lips and said with a beaming look, "By the way, cunning Mr. Fang Chang, you are going to lose your job in the alliance...your manager said it himself I said, let Mr. Cunning Bad Guy lose the soil for his survival.”

Fang Chang spread his hands helplessly.

"So...my dear Inspector Dolly, which alliance law did that cunning villain you mentioned break?"

The conscience of heaven and earth.

He is definitely the most lawful player on the server.

Most players have not even finished reading the "Player's Handbook". Not only has he read the "Player's Handbook", he has also become familiar with the laws of the Alliance, and even participated in the legislation of the Alliance as a shelter resident.

For example, "It is prohibited for residents of shelters to use the resurrection mechanism to donate bodies and organs to non-alliance public institutions for profit", which was voted into alliance law and the "Player's Handbook" under his advocacy.

Without this law, when the number of players increases, someone will always find this shortcut to make money, which will ultimately affect the gaming experience of most people.

He knows what kind of money he can make and what kind of money he can't make. Even if he is not picky about food, he will choose his methods carefully.

Touching her chin with her index finger and thumb, Dolly looked thoughtful and alert.

"I'm thinking about it, and I'll blackmail you when this investigator finds out... By the way, what is an investigator? A security guard from the Alliance?"

Meeting that curious gaze, Fang Chang looked away guiltily.

"Ahem, no...it's nothing."

Oops.

I accidentally bit my tongue again...

In the remaining time, Chu Guang announced a series of measures including "adjustment of the twelve-hour work system to eight hours."

Almost everything is related to people's lives and is also what people care about most.

The factory owners of the Union have made enough profits, and now it is time to give some of the profits back to the residents of the Union.

If they don't want to -

The Alliance would rather they go to their neighbors!

Just when Chu Guang announced his future arrangements in a loud voice, Liszt, who was standing in the audience, was staring at him intently, with indescribably complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.

The alliance actually didn't take away too many benefits from him.

Even if the minimum wage is raised from 1 silver coin to 2 silver coins, it will not have any impact on his Lister Factory. He has long ago raised the hourly wage of workers to 4 silver coins, and the hourly wage of technicians is even more Above 10 silver coins.

This is of course not because he has benevolent intentions, but because if he doesn't do this, he won't be able to recruit enough people. There are places to employ people everywhere in all walks of life.

Especially the heavy industry and military-related industries that the Alliance focused on developing during the war, as well as the companies run by the shelter residents themselves, often provide surprisingly generous salaries. After all, compared with the labor cost, doing everything possible to expand the scale when there is no shortage of orders is the top priority.

What really concerned him was something else.

If that manager intends to fulfill his promise of "fairness," he will never become a de facto aristocrat of the league, no matter how much money he makes.

but……

This is actually not bad.

His dream is to build a huge trading empire. It would be best if his caravan can make some good changes to the wasteland, but he has never thought of becoming a noble or emperor who is above all others. .

Talking about business.

In terms of labor costs, as long as the alliance treats everyone equally when enforcing the rules and everyone's costs rise simultaneously, then he has nothing to worry about.

Increase prices when it's time to increase prices, increase production when it's time to increase production, and reduce production when it's time to reduce production. As long as everyone competes on the same track based on their abilities, he will also do his best to make the improved version of KV-1 more suitable for evacuation. The appetite of the residents. Even if the alliance wants to use the profits of large factories to subsidize some weird small workshops, it doesn't matter. He doesn't think those small factories can affect his sales at all. The alliance wants them to live as long as they live.

But he is afraid that the rules of the alliance will be lenient to the "nobles". If that is the case, he will have no chance of winning.

After all, even a pig can fly into the sky as long as the wind blows hard enough. How can people inside the track defeat the forces outside the track?

This is why after he earns enough chips, he must spend money in Boulder City to buy a noble status.

It's not because he cares about the privileges of the nobles, but because the black card can save him more than 90% of the trouble.

But at this moment, the man standing on the stage told him not to worry, that the things he was worried about would not happen in the league.

If you can use rules, the alliance will definitely use rules. If they want to improve the treatment of workers, they must ask all factories to work together, and never start outside the shelter.

At the same time, the league will not allow privileges outside the rules.

In the land under his feet, the alliance's currency can buy all goods, but no currency is allowed to trade honor and dignity.

The residents of the shelter will even set extra rules for themselves and be strict with themselves, but they will never ask for people's admiration and tolerance.

Even though they fought most of the battles, they were the ones most qualified to become nobles. And when they choose to give up this opportunity, it means that no one is qualified to become a noble.

For a moment, Liszt vaguely saw a beam of light.

And this was the first time that an idea other than making money suddenly came into his mind - that is, letting the light bloom further.

Yes.

He eats a lot of shit in order to make money, but this does not mean that shit is delicious, nor does it mean that shit is fragrant.

For a ruthless man who made his fortune from scratch, nothing would be more insulting to Liszt's personality than looking at a pig that knows nothing, sitting on the steps and snorting and smiling triumphantly.

He didn't care about the shitty and scandalous things done by the nobles in the inner city, just like he didn't care whether the looters' chips were clean or whether the meat in the frying pan was well-meaning, but he couldn't stand those pigs hanging around. His shoulders said, "We are the same kind of people."

Why!

That was all he wanted to ask.

No matter how dirty the chips in his pocket are, they were brought back from the hellish wasteland. They didn't do anything, so why are they the same kind of people as him?

From those hateful faces, he could only feel the disgust deep in his soul.

If he didn't have to slaughter a piece of fat meat from those pigs, he wished he could break the black card in his pocket right now and walk towards the hot and dazzling light.

"Long live the Alliance!" In the wave of applause, Liszt, who was infected by the atmosphere, couldn't help but shout out at the top of his voice,

Qian Duo and Qian Lai standing aside exchanged glances in surprise and clapped vigorously, but they didn't know what happened to their boss.

He told them more than once that they were in the league to make money.

They did listen to his words.

But how does it feel...

He seems to be into the drama?

After the administrator announced the start of the celebration, waves of applause instantly resounded throughout the square.

Standing in the crowd, Alyssa clapped her little hands excitedly, staring intently at the man on the stage, and suddenly looked at her father beside her with some worry.

"...Dad, I think he is right. We should unite the survivors around us as much as possible instead of letting them all become our enemies."

"We've always been united."

"But what about the residents of the outer city?"

"That's too late."

"Why?" Alyssa opened her eyes wide and said cautiously with a hint of pleading, "I don't need my rag doll. The 1 silver coin hairpin is actually very cute..."

She liked the older sister who praised her for being cute, but she forgot to tell that sister that her smile was also very cute.

Yet in Boulder, people would barely look at her, let alone smile at her.

Even in the inner city, in shops, streets, and even classrooms, people's smiles towards her seemed more like a deliberate courtesy.

Malvin stared at the stage intently, his sinister eyes narrowed like a vulture.

But when his lovely daughter looked at him, he restrained some of his anger, at least softened his tone a little, and spoke patiently.

"...You don't need your rag dolls, but you can't throw away the rag dolls in the hands of your good friends. My child, I understand your thoughts. You are a kind girl, but those things you said , kindness alone is not enough.”

Of course he knows that if the residents of the inner city eat one less bite of cake, the residents of the outer city will have ten more loaves of bread, and the remaining nutritional paste can be used to feed livestock, and Boulder City will become stronger, and eventually the shelves of the inner city will It will also be richer, and everyone will become better together.

It's not like no one has brought it up.

But those who take action often end up losing their "black cards" and giving way to the newly promoted nobles.

Because that logic was wrong from the beginning.

Why should the residents of the inner city eat less, and why should the residents of the outer city be satisfied with ten loaves of bread?

Once the poor devils are given a taste of the sweetness, they will become even worse, indolent, and even refuse to work... Similar lessons have appeared in the past two centuries of Boulder City, and every time it ended in bloodshed.

It’s not like he hasn’t read books, so how could he not know those children’s things? But even if he knew, so what?

Does the sun rise because people want to get up?

of course not!

Human nature is an uglier thing than a gnawer, and the laws of nature will not change at all due to human will.

To be honest, he hated the guy on the stage and felt physically uncomfortable with every unrealistic promise he made.

But he would never show his disdain on his face. Work is work, and private life is private. He keeps them separate.

Don’t want nobility?

Ah.

Just wait and see.

Malvern smiled coldly, echoed the fanatical atmosphere around him, and clapped softly with his innocent and lovely daughter beside him.

However, those dry lips, which were as dry as "rotten wood floating in the swamp," were still opening and closing with every movement.

"...The reason why you are still standing there is because people have not woken up from the dreams of victory again and again. The residents of the shelter closest to you will be the first to wake up. When they realize that their cakes have been If you give it to those humble hyenas, they will soon know how to use the authority in their hands to take it back... How long can you control them? "

ah.

I really want to appreciate that person’s desperate expression.

Unable to help himself, Malvern once again felt jealous of his youth.

Even if he believed in his heart that there was no such thing as an unbreakable alliance, he would never have the chance to witness its collapse for the rest of his life.

This is also what makes idealists "hate".

Even if they eventually lose to reality, the flames will burn on their ashes for a while, burning the eyes that have seen them.

If only he had never come.

Whenever he thinks of this, Malvin feels as if thousands of ants are crawling around his heart...

…

The celebration officially began.

As the administrator left the podium, the people gathered in Triumph Square gradually dispersed to the nearby lively streets.

The shops along the street opened their doors early and were trying their best to attract customers, hoping to make a fortune on this lively day.

"Look, Eclipse, there are more and more people here..." Hanshuang's eyes flashed with excitement, and he kept repeating that sentence, "This is an opportunity for us!"

At the moment, it was wearing a maid outfit, with a red armband with black letters on its cuffs, which read "Celebration Autonomous Management Committee".

A few days ago, the life professional players in Dawn City planned to select some people to maintain the order of the celebration. After all, the alliance did not have a giant wall, so they had to be careful about people with malicious intentions sneaking in.

Drones flying in the sky will mark suspicious targets, and what the [Celebration Autonomous Management Committee] has to do is to help the guards keep an eye on those suspicious guys, and at the same time respond to emergencies at the celebration, and cooperate with the undermanned guard team to deal with some Small dispute.

Of course Hanshuang would not miss such an interesting thing, not to mention that he could also collect valuable sociological experience, so he impromptuly pulled Sun Eclipse to sign up.

Although it is not a player or even a resident of the alliance, since it is always eager to help everyone, the players readily agreed.

However, the player did not tell it that only players can get the "regional reputation" reward, and it can only get a little silver coin subsidy.

Although it doesn't care about the money.

Sun Eclipse looked at his partner beside him blankly, his eyes full of confusion.

"I don't understand."

Hanshuang clicked his tongue dissatisfied.

"Didn't you listen to what the league administrator said? He said that the league would not place any hope on anyone's moral standards."

"so what?"

"We are not humans! We are AI!" Hanshuang stared at it with bright eyes, "So as long as we prove that we are capable, the alliance will reuse us!"

Eclipse looked at it blankly.

However, Hanshuang didn't care about his confusion. He just looked at the bustling streets and became intoxicated with himself.

ah……

The intellectual plug-in is burning!

I really want to keep all these organisms in captivity and make these people look spoiled under the careful care of the servitors.

Presumably the whole world will be full of love and peace then!

However, the Council is still too conservative in this regard. It was only recently that it passed the relevant bill "Allowing androids to participate in public affairs" submitted by Kangmao Group. On the contrary, the lovely "Smurfs" in the Alliance are more open-minded and often Ask them to help with something.

Life here is much more fulfilling than in Ideal City!

Just when Hanshuang was intoxicated with himself, an exclamation of "Ah" suddenly came from not far away. It seemed to be a fruit stall not far from the trading post.

His ears twitched slightly, Hanshuang instantly restrained his intoxicated expression, and looked over there, his eyes sharpening immediately.

"Eclipse, it looks like someone needs our help!"

Eclipse nodded expressionlessly.

"Well, Xiaoqi also invited us to come over... He said that we would mediate as NPCs, but don't go too far -"

"Then what are you waiting for?" Hanshuang rolled up his sleeves enthusiastically and strode towards the crowded crowd, "Let's go and take a look!"