Chapter 536 The Ignited Powder Keg (Thanks to the Silver Alliance of "Thousand Changes of Reincarnation"!) (1/2)

"...Oh, another big fish is hooked."

A small bungalow on the edge of Linghu Lake.

He glanced at the dancing lines and numbers on the trading machine, sat at the table and looked at the square length of the newspaper, and raised the corners of his mouth.

Just now, someone injected five million chips into the market.

Although he bought in small orders, he could tell at a glance that those small orders were all written by the same person.

In order to facilitate these gamblers to play zero-sum games and reduce the friction and loss of "chips", he did not even set a transaction fee.

And the young man he had known for less than a month had indeed lived up to his expectations. A thousand people had already entered the S-coin trading platform.

If his guess was correct, these thousand people covered at least half of the nobles and their relatives in the inner city, and 80% of these people bought in without even reading anything written in the electronic contract.

With the help of the nobles, this easy-to-participate drumming and flower-passing game will soon be passed on to the next level like a chain reaction - the lavish Queen of the Night bar, where the dancers on the stage and the mercenaries wandering off the stage will , The merchants also pulled in some of them.

These people are definitely the high-income group in Boulder City, and the chips in their pockets can reach four figures, or even five, six, or seven figures!

As for bank clerks, city hall salesmen, and boutique designers at tailor shops... although these middle-income groups do not have enough wealth and have savings of up to five figures, their desire for wealth is the most astonishing.

It's a pity that there really isn't much to squeeze out of Boulder City, otherwise the final ending would have been exciting.

As the developer of the trading system, he can see the cards in the hands of everyone on the poker table without even looking at their trading behavior to guess.

But to be honest, making money from these people is no fun.

After all, we all know that bullying a fool is unethical.

"Wow, how many newspapers have you subscribed to?" There was movement at the entrance, and Dolly came in from outside holding a stack of newspapers.

"I've ordered everything I can," Fang Chang stood up and took the pile of newspapers from her hands. Fang Chang said with a smile, "Isn't this supporting Miss Investigator's career?"

"I'm a reporter!" Dolly stared at him curiously and blinked, "Also, what exactly is a search officer? I thought he was an alliance guard, but when I asked everyone, they all said they didn't listen. Said."

As soon as he heard this, Fang Chang's face suddenly turned green. He almost choked on his saliva and coughed twice in a hurry.

"Ahem! You, stop asking around! I will tell you later..."

Help!

He doesn't want to die!

Seeing a certain big bad guy looking at her pleadingly, Dolly raised the corners of her lips proudly, but she didn't intend to just let him go.

"Hook!" She stretched out her little finger.

"Pull...pull the hook." Fang Chang also stretched out his hand in embarrassment, but when he thought about explaining it to her later, he couldn't help but blush.

How do you explain this thing?

We can’t mention things from another world…

You can't, make the movie... No, it's too dirty! Moreover, the data transmission must be reviewed, and Aguang will definitely see it!

By the way, does this kind of thing really have to be so formal?

Also need to pull the hook...

However, Dolly was still as easy to coax as ever, and she was not curious about why he was blushing. After pulling the hook, she sat contentedly across the dining table and enjoyed breakfast happily.

Fang Chang also picked up a bun and stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite to cool down his irritable mood. Then he looked at the tall pile of newspapers beside the table and shifted his attention to it.

Speaking of which, "Daily Survivor" has recently added a series of sub-publications.

Including "Worker's Daily", "Agricultural News", "Fashion Weekly", etc...

The exodus industry from Boulder City has injected fresh blood into the alliance, and "Daily Survivor" is just a microcosm and the easiest to see intuitively.

The greatest legacy of the prosperous era is not a black box, but Renlianyu.

Even though there are all kinds of weird names in the wasteland, some are called Table, Stool, Wrench and Hammer, and some are called Li Lei and Han Meimei, but everyone speaks the same language, with only slightly different pronunciation. Therefore, cultural exchanges and the spread of ideas have no place in the real world. So many obstacles.

It is precisely because of this that the effects of industrial transfer and population siphoning will be amplified. This should be a slow and long-lasting process, but now it is as crazy as a free fall.

But he has no sympathy for those people.

Arrogance is the greatest sin.

Those nobles were not only arrogant, but also greedy. The money printing machine that was supposed to serve more than 500,000 people became a cash machine for a few VIPs. They obviously had no foreign exchange reserves but still had to play the debt game with the alliance.

If not, who will you cut?

Perhaps their ancestors did not expect that the bargaining chips originally invented so that the survivors in the wasteland would no longer barter would be moved around like toys by future generations.

As long as the nobles of Boulder City do not earn so much local currency and lend chips to the alliance while allocating some silver coins or assets priced in silver coins, it will be very difficult for the alliance to cut them off. The ties of trade will truly bind the two parties together. Become a companion of the dead lips and cold teeth.

But this is only an afterthought.

The managers saw through the nature of these guys from the beginning, so they never relented on the issue of "opening up the free exchange of silver coins and chips" from beginning to end. The Boulder City Bank may have gradually become aware of the danger, but just being aware of it has actually already That's too late.

In fact, kind managers gave them a chance.

Until finally these gamblers have a chance to put on the brakes and stop.

As long as Malvern can suppress inflation within five years, allow the alliance to pass through the initial stage of development, and open up the free exchange of chips and silver coins, the bubble accumulated in the giant wall can be naturally squeezed out. If the Alliance wants to become bigger and stronger, they will definitely not play any tricks of breach of contract. Their personal morality is not the Alliance's turn to judge. That is the matter of the residents of Boulder City themselves.

However, gamblers want to win so much, and want to be the only winner, that they turn this game that could have been played forever into an arena of "high and low, and life and death."

If it's a ring, then someone has to die.

This is a war, and it has already begun.

But it is different from hot war.

Often when most people come back to their senses, it has ended quietly. Only when people look back on the past will they gradually realize what they have lost in this war.

It's a pity that there are still too few financial instruments in this game, otherwise you can make a lot of money by shorting chips.

In this way, he becomes financially free not only in reality, but also in the game...

"By the way, what exactly is this thing?"

Noticing the trading device on the table, Dolly reached out curiously and picked it up. She stared at it for a while without understanding it and muttered, "You've been staring at it since morning."

Without any concealment, Fang Chang, who regained his usual composure, smiled and said softly.

"Good children should not touch the tools of the bad guys."

"...Tools of crime?"

"Um."

Looking at Dolly who was confused, Fang Chang continued to tease.

"For example... there is a clearance button there. If you press it, several people will die in the inner city not far from here."

"Want to try it?"

Although this way he would not be able to maximize his profits, and his chips in the inner city bank would also be frozen, he actually didn't care much about those fictitious things.

Originally, the plan was just to verify the conjecture in his mind.

It’s okay for a Pomeranian to smile.

But Dolly couldn't laugh. Instead, she was startled by his words and quickly carefully put the dangerous thing back on the table.

"Really or not...is this so scary?" Looking at Fang Changyun's gentle smile, Dolly's eyes gradually filled with suspicion and she raised her eyebrows.

She always felt that this guy was teasing her again.

"Of course it's true, and a conservative estimate... I'm afraid more than a few people died."

Reaching out to rub the emerald green hair, Fang Chang looked into the doubtful eyes, smiled softly and said.

"I have not forgotten what those bad guys did. They dared to bully my gentle, lovely and kind Miss Dolly. Of course I have to make them pay a little price for their rudeness."

"...Oh! It's so numb!"

Dolly jumped aside, blushing.

Even though she said this, she still couldn't help but feel sweet in her heart.

She herself decided to change the story, but he still remembered...

Seeing that the look didn't look like she was joking, Dolly hesitated and whispered.

"Actually, I don't hate those people that much anymore. Don't deliberately seek revenge on them. I won't go back anyway... But then again, you are so vindictive."

"It's not about holding grudges, it's called..." Fang Chang didn't know how to speak earthy love words. After thinking for a while, he smiled and continued, "I remember everything about you."

A routine that would be frowned upon in reality unexpectedly works in the wasteland.

Dolly's cheeks suddenly turned red. She hurriedly picked up the file bag on the chair and ran towards the door like a frightened animal.

"I, I, I, I went to work!"

Looking at the clanking entrance door, Fang Chang couldn't help but smile and turned his eyes back to the newspaper in his hand.

When he saw the report about the current situation in Boulder City, he shook his head and muttered to himself.

"These days... there are too many fools and not enough liars."

The editor of the "Economic News" newspaper made up a joke to tease the neighbors. The merchants of the alliance went to a restaurant in Boulder City to dine, and found that people were paying with paper, so they were shocked and asked where are your chips? The waiter proudly told him that it is now popular for us to pay with IOUs, and then took out a small receipt with a string of zeros.

The merchants in the alliance searched their pockets but couldn't find so many chips, so they had an idea, took off their napkins, wrote a longer string of zeros, and bought the entire restaurant.

This seems to be a spoof contribution from a player.

And most of them are players who are doing tasks in Boulder City and find players from the alliance to invest on their behalf. But it also reflected what was happening in Boulder City from the side, and what was more interesting was that when they should be most alert, they stabbed themselves, and then buried their heads in the sand and acted like ostriches.

Some residents of Boulder City have no doubts about Mr. House's tone and believe that the noble gentlemen must have a way. Not only is there a real research institute in the inner city, but there is also a division's think tank living there. However, when discussing, everyone will Keep the door closed and whisper, so as not to be heard by the hyenas in the wasteland.

After laughing, Fang Chang became slightly serious.

A problem that cannot be ignored is that the alliance does not yet have a complete "Financial Law". It only has some similar provisions in other games in the player's handbook to restrict players from using illegal means to defraud NPCs or other players in the alliance. wealth.

However, the scale of the game is getting bigger and bigger now. Both the number of players and the number of NPCs are increasing sharply. If the game is not kept intact, a few black sheep will sneak in and attack their own people, causing the alliance to repeat the mistakes of Boulder City.

He loves this collective more than anyone else. After all, he and everyone else burned the first brick here, and this land is covered with their blood.

He must do something for the common good of all.

There was a slight movement in his heart, and the corner of his square mouth turned up into a smile.

"Speaking of which... the Beta 0.5 version just updated 'Public Affairs'."

Let’s draft a proposal on the Financial Law later...

…

Time passed day by day, and it was December soon.

At least one thing Mr. House didn't lie about. This winter was indeed not as cold as in previous years. Many people froze to death at this time last year, but this year I haven't heard of anyone dying in their home.

The efficiency of the cannery has improved, which is a good sign, indicating that some of the survivors in the outer city have also become rich.

For example, the tutors Malvern hired for his youngest daughter have recently been wearing Deathclaw shoes.

Ever since it was discovered that the Alliance had given a Death Claw in return to every survivor force that went to the celebration to congratulate them, the pursuit of the Death Claw by the nobles in the inner city suddenly became less intense.

possible……

Only Ideal City is worthy of being the eternal god in their hearts.

Sperger couldn't help but murmur in his heart, maybe his novel must keep pace with the times and change the material of the captain's leather shoes from death claws to something else to highlight the identity of this big man.

How about a mutant scalp?

He is not imaginative enough.

In addition to the weird and diverse "evolved bodies", I really can't think of any alien species in the wasteland that is more terrifying and abundant in number than the Death Claws.

All in all, everything seems to be slowly getting better.

Sperger felt a little more comforted, maybe this favor would come to him one day in the future.

The only thing that made him a little sad was that this month, Mr. Weijia tried to fool them with IOUs again, which made everyone angry. Even Kent called him a shameless profiteer, which was really giving people no way to survive.

Later, something happened. Someone secretly removed the threads of the slicer. Others were bad enough and kept silent and pretended not to see it. As a result, their assembly line wasted an entire line of cans and their boss Weijia was killed. His nose was crooked with anger.

Of course the bad guy was found out, I heard someone exposed him.

But no matter what, thanks to him, Weijia was a little more careful with them and didn't waste last month's interest, even though he only gave them some unsold nutritional ointments...

Sberg was a little frustrated.

He had imagined that his boss would give them the dried cans, but what he didn't expect was that his boss would rather pour the stuff in front of them than give it to them, and he would also let them have it. People peed on those precious grains.

That day, Mr. House's broadcast included an advertisement - Good Taste Food Processing Factory would rather destroy the defective products than let an inferior can flow to the market.

Fortunately, there is only one bad thing that affects your mood. After all, there are more good things than bad things.

In order to listen to the story of Bol the Awakener, more and more workers gathered at the entrance of the Walnut Beer Hall.

And not only from Mr. Vega’s factory, but also from steel plants, sawmills, and even engineers from weapons assembly stations... It turns out that those really educated and good people also like to listen to them. stories and expressed sympathy for their experiences.

The engineer was not tall, and his left eye was an electronic eye produced by Jushi Military Industry. He was a generous man, and he would occasionally treat everyone to a drink...even if it was just low-quality watered down beer.

One day he drank too much and made a fuss. One day, Jushi Military Industry dared to fool him with IOUs. He would definitely not suffer in silence. He swore that he would stuff more gunpowder into each cartridge case and add some sticky syrup.

That's no joke.

Sberg stopped reading the story at that time and immediately covered his mouth, hoping he wouldn't do anything stupid. The early spring wave was no joke.

In the cold winter, at most a few poor people will freeze to death.

When the warm winter comes, the coming spring will be like hell...

"so good."

After listening to him finish reading the contents of the "Worker's Daily", a young man had an expression of envy on his face and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.

"It would be great if we had managers too."

He finally saw it through.

Those profiteers will not consciously take out the things in their pockets and give them to them unless someone points a gun at them and forces them to change.

Hearing the young man's muttering, Sperger couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Everyone here has heard him read the reply to him from the editor-in-chief of "Daily Survivor". The administrator not only invited him to be a guest in the alliance, but also promised to let him try on power armor.

What an approachable adult.

"Next year the wave has passed. Let's go there together. I heard that the raiders in the north are almost being killed by those blue coats."

After hearing this, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and started talking in low voices.

"But I heard that they only give silver coins, not chips..."

"What does this have to do with anything? I heard that the dancers at the Queen of the Night bar are collecting coins!"

"That's right!" A man with a beard cursed, "No matter what you give, it's still better than an IOU!"

Some people also showed worried expressions.

"But what about the wave the year after tomorrow? Will it come back to hide?"

The old fitter nodded and said nervously.

"I heard that the wave would sweep across the entire wasteland, leaving no grass growing in its path..."

If not forced by life, no one would be willing to leave Jubi. After all, you have to give 1 to 2 chips when you come back, depending on the mood of the man at the door.

If they really weren't afraid of the aliens and predators outside, they would have become mercenaries long ago, and they wouldn't just stay and work in the factory.

The only people left behind are honest people.

It has been for generations.

Sberg also had the same worries, so he mentioned in his reply that he needed to save some travel expenses before going there.

The 20 to 30 kilometers of road is not easy to walk, and there are dangers hidden in the concrete ruins. He has never seen those mutated hyenas that drink blood from their fur, but he has seen President Malvern bring a Big money bodyguard.

But at this time, the engineer who always invited them to drink laughed.

"Come on, you must not have read the newspaper! I remember that "Daily Survivor" mentioned in one issue that those nibblers are all fruiting bodies of mutant slime mold, and that mutant slime mold has something called self-limiting. Anyway, they can't expand after they expand to a certain scale. I'm afraid the wave in the suburbs is not as exaggerated as in the city. How else did the survivors in the northern suburbs survive? It's not like they jumped through cement cracks. from."

Everyone looked at each other in shock after hearing this, and Sperger also showed a surprised expression.

This is indeed his knowledge blind spot.

He had been staring at the "Worker" as if it were his own, so much so that he forgot that there was also a "Daily Survivor" and a "Mercenary", which would share some common sense and experience in the wasteland.

Apparently, the engineer from Jushi Military Industry was a reader of the main publication of "Daily Survivor" and happened to have read that issue.

The expression of surprise turned into excitement. Sberg clenched his fists excitedly and said while looking at the crowded workers at the door of the beer hall.

"Great! Since the wasteland is actually not that scary, let's go and have a look when spring comes next year!"

Sure enough, it’s good to have more people!

As long as one person is willing to tell everyone what he knows, the united workers will become more and more knowledgeable, and knowledge is power.

However, at this moment, a group of fierce guards came not far away. Sberg's expression changed slightly when he saw those people.

The leader was Phyllis, the head guard of the industrial area, and following him were the security captain Alec and his "old friend" Kent.

"What are you doing here? Do you want to rebel?" Phyllis roared and used sticks to drive away the drunkards surrounding the entrance of the tavern.

Siberg looked at the tavern owner Tang, who looked pale and shook his head.

"I didn't call you..."

Before he could finish his words, Kent suddenly rushed out, grabbed Sperger's collar like a hero, and looked at the security captain Alec excitedly.

"It's this guy! He makes a lot of noise here every day! Reading his disgusting... story about Boer."

Sperger suddenly became angry, and rarely summoned up the courage to glare at him and cursed.

"I recited mine at the door of your house? What did it do to you?"

Unexpectedly, this coward would dare to talk back to him. Kent was about to spit at him, but when he saw the workers around him looking at him in silence, his heart trembled.

"It's... it's bothering me! How can an awakened person defeat a powered armor? Aren't you talking nonsense and harming people! Childish! Vulgar!" However, there was really no ink in his stomach, and he couldn't tell the truth, either. I could only read Mr. House's words again, and then looked at Alec for help.

He swore.

If the illegitimate son of the city lord who was hiding in the city violently beat up the alliance's power armor, then he would definitely not have any objections and would be excited to shoot it at the wall... But the bad thing is that these bullshit, why should they have to do it? If you want to write what these poor people like to read, can't you write according to your own favorite routine?

Kent was so angry that his teeth hurt.

Alec was not interested in the barking of several wild dogs. Whether it was Kent or Sperger, they were all the same in his eyes.

Just a poor bastard with no skills.

After a while, he will go to the Queen of the Night Bar to support his boss and his boss's mistress. His drinking is an indispensable pastime at the party. At this moment, he just wants to get this matter over with quickly, so he looks at Phillip who is standing aside. Si said softly.

"These people get together every day and shout loudly. The day our assembly line broke down was the fault of the failure of the guarantee. It was the result of their discussions."

"Dear captain of the guard, please take care of it."

Phyllis looked down upon the security captain of a mere factory, but Alec's boss was Vijia, and Vijia's boss was the famous Sid.

That gentleman is incredible.

However, it is not good for him to arrest people for no reason, otherwise he will easily be treated as an outcast by the big shots and left to these poor people to vent their anger.

So his little eyes searched for a while, and he caught a glimpse of the newspaper on the wine table. He immediately seemed to have discovered some treasure, and his voice of surprise was distorted, and he shouted loudly.

"what is that?"

Don't wait for anyone to answer.

Phyllis strode forward, took the newspaper in her hand and unfolded it, looking around with a sinister and arrogant look.

It was as if he was holding a sword in his hand.

"Worker newspaper! The city hall has banned this stuff!"

"This is not the previous one!" The engineer on the side couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but defended, "This is a sub-issue of the Alliance's Survivor Daily. The two are completely different!"

"Haha, you're from the Alliance...the crime is plus one!" Phyllis glanced at the pale Sperger teasingly, and his face gradually turned cold.

"Take this traitor away!"

Several guards came forward, ignored Sberg's struggling and shouting, punched him, and then took him away from the door of the beer hall in full view of everyone.

Alec casually threw a 25 face value chip to Kent as a reward, then waved and left with a few thugs who were helping the scene.

Kent excitedly grabbed the chips.

He nodded and bowed and thanked Alec's back, then looked at the back of Sperger who was being taken away, and cursed happily.

"Good catch! Damn traitor!"

That voice stood out among the crowd.

Because he is the only voice.

Kent couldn't help but panic. He instinctively hid the chips in his hand, looked nervously at the eyes staring at him, and took a step back.

"You...why are you looking at me? I...I'm doing this for your own good too! You don't want to lose your job because of that despicable guy, right?"

"Stop being hypocritical."

An angry voice interrupted him.

A young man stepped out of the crowd and stared at him intently.

"If you are given a chance, you can lie down on the ground and lick Mr. Malvern's shoes, and you are even willing to taste the feces of his family. You actually have the nerve to say it is for our own good. You clearly want us all to die. Hello. One person does all the work."

Kent's eyes widened.

"You, how dare you call Mr. Malvern by his first name!"

The young man looked at him coldly.

"Yes, I said it, and now I will say it again, call your Mr. Malvern to teach us a lesson. It's best to take us all in to accompany Sberg. Anyway, it's so cold, and it's better outside than inside. Not much, I happened to be there to listen to him continue to tell the story. But unfortunately, I guess that gentleman will not pay attention to you, after all, dogs only lick their own owners, and your tongue is much dirtier than that of a dog."

Kent cursed angrily.

"You are the one who is dirty! You and your whole family are so bad!"

The bearded man looked at him and shrugged boredly.

"Admit it openly, you just worship the whip in Master Stephen's hand. You don't care about Rudy, you don't care about Casey, and you don't care about why Bill lost his job. You have never loved anyone here. You I wish I could hold that whip."

Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Hey, friend, he has never heard the story of Bol the Awakener. He must be confused by the names you mentioned!"

The voice was quickly answered with a smile.

"Haha, he doesn't know what Master Stephen's whip is for!"

"It's okay, but we all know who this guy is!"

They have a common language.

Kent's eyes widened, almost bulging.

"You're talking nonsense! I, I -"

He certainly hadn't read the newspaper.

It was precisely because of this that he felt a trace of panic. This feeling was like being excluded from the team, leaving me alone.

That damn Sperger...

How dare he, how dare he write himself into his novel!

Kent didn't know that Sperger never actually wrote his name, and there was no character like him in his books, but people seemed to know him, as if they were familiar with him... as if they were filling in for that nasty guy, Put his name in it.

The crowd began to move.

Those people seemed to know what they were going to do next, even if no one told them, they made up their minds.

Thinking that they were going to gang up on him and beat him up, Kent backed away, his face becoming more and more frightened.

The young man who stood up first suddenly looked at him with pity and raised his right hand.

Kent subconsciously raised his arm to resist, but the young man neither hit him nor snatched the chips from his hand, but just patted him on the shoulder.

"Admit it, you actually don't love Mr. Malvern, nor Mr. Vega, and of course you haven't loved any of us... You only have yourself in your eyes. How can the words "be good for us" fit in your words? In your mouth? You want us all to die. You dream of sitting on top of all of us and shitting. It’s a pity that it’s hard for you. You were born in a mouse hole. 25 chips can’t turn you into a human. Master, you have to be a rat in the same nest as us.”

People passed him one after another and patted him on the shoulder.

"We don't blame you."

"Come on Kent."

"well done."

"Take the pocket money that the big guy gave you and buy some sweets while you can still buy them, hahahaha."

Kent stepped back in fear. His shoulders were dipped in motor oil, flour, and some colorful things...it came from one hand after another, and those people seemed to be possessed.

While protecting the chips in his hand, he looked at the people walking in the opposite direction and shouted in panic.

"What are you going to do? Stop it! Are you... crazy?"

"What to do?"

The young man stopped and looked back at Kent, looking at the coward who wanted to shrink into a ball, and said mockingly.

"Of course, do what Bol should do!"

"That guy won't leave a worker in trouble alone!"

"He told us to unite!"

…

"Something big happened!"

Dawn City.

In the Alliance Building, the manager's office, the hurried footsteps interrupted Chu Guang's thoughts, causing him to stop writing in his hand.

Standing at the door was the head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs appointed by him, a young man named Cheng Yan, who was selected from the same batch of young talents as Sun Ruicai of the Ministry of Finance.

Shuyu was originally a more suitable candidate for this position, but the alliance needs to put the best diplomats in Ideal City. No one is more suitable to speak on behalf of the alliance at the Supreme Council than that calm young man.

Both are directly responsible for themselves, and Shuyu himself has no objections. He is willing to do anything for the alliance.

Like Lu Bei, they are the most loyal young men in the league.

"What's the matter? Don't be anxious. Take a breath first and speak slowly." Chu Guang looked at him seriously and said without blaming him for his recklessness.

"It's Boulder City! Something happened over there in Boulder City!" Cheng Yan swallowed and continued hurriedly, "Our embassy sent a message saying that workers in the industrial zone surrounded the guard station and were arrested for demanding release. co-workers, or arrest them together.”

Chu Guang asked with a frown.

"and after?"

Cheng Yan said with a wry smile.

"Later, their prisons were full..."

There was silence in the office for a while.

Chu Guang felt mixed emotions in his heart and sighed.

"Is anyone dead?"

"No...but there were a lot of injuries, and because the guards in Boulder City found our newspaper, a letter from our editor to them, and a hundred chips at the home of the arrested person, the Boulder City authorities suspected that it was us Damn it." Cheng Yan glanced at Chu Guang cautiously, "Our editor-in-chief mentioned you in the letter... I want to confirm, is it true?"

"I asked him to mention it."

"I see, then I understand!"

Cheng Yan nodded immediately, with a knowing expression on his face.

If it was the manager's plan, then it would be fine.

He had no doubt that the manager was right. The only thing he was worried about was that the editor-in-chief of "Daily Survivor" would make a fuss about it.

Chu Guang could guess by looking at the expression on his face that this guy was definitely thinking wrong, so he couldn't help laughing.

"It's true that this matter has nothing to do with us, but it's definitely not what you think. A hundred chips bribed someone who couldn't even fit in a prison... Even if I told them that this is what I did, would they believe it themselves? ?”

Cheng Yan smiled bitterly and said: "This... I don't know, but it's not that serious. I feel like they don't intend to make this matter a big deal. They just warned us not to try to hinder them with small tricks."

Chu Guang: "Then?"

Cheng Yan shook his head.

"there is none left."

Gone?

Chu Guang couldn't help but clicked his tongue.

"Seeing how anxious you are, I thought he had closed our embassy."

In that case, he can be regarded as a man who respects those nobles.

Like that guy Yade, he dared to bring a gun to the alliance station to ask for an explanation. He turned a blind eye and didn't care. Instead, he looked at the guy with admiration.

There is a reason why the people of the Honey Badger Kingdom support that guy.

But when he thought of this, Chu Guang was puzzled. It stands to reason that the folk customs in the River Valley Province are tough, and the most indispensable thing is the wastelanders who show off their fierceness. How come they have reached the level of the landlord? From Old Leech to Old Brown, everyone is more powerful than the other. Legs are weak.

Cheng Yan coughed dryly and said.

"That shouldn't be the case. They may also be worried that you won't pay back the money, so they won't do anything because of a small thing..."

"This is not a trivial matter. As the trigger of the crisis, this is already very serious."

Chu Guang sighed, glanced at the draft paper on the table, and crossed out what he had just written, because those mild measures would definitely be out of use.

To be honest, everything went smoothly after the celebration, and there were even signs of economic recovery in Boulder City. He was a little relieved, thinking that he should be able to survive the wave of spring next year, but he did not expect that such a thing would happen. .

He didn't want to guess the conspiracy behind it.

Not everything must have a well-thought-out reason. History itself moves forward amid countless coincidences.

Maybe it happened because some guy who smoked without stepping on his cigarette butt happened to throw the cigarette butt into a trash can filled with gunpowder.

Chu Guang suddenly remembered something.

"Speaking of which, why did those workers suddenly surround the guard station?"

When the manager suddenly asked, Cheng Yan was stunned for a moment, frowned and thought for a moment before saying.

"I heard from the person in charge of the embassy over there... It seems that the owner of a food processing factory bribed the guards there and arrested the man who read the newspaper in the workers' union every day."

Chu Guang: "..."

Good guy.

It really is? !

After roughly clarifying the cause and effect relationship of the matter, Chu Guang felt quite complicated.

He installed the accelerator for Boulder City, and he stepped on the accelerator for the first time, but he really didn't expect that this thing would get out of control at the beginning.

His players were all talented players, so they immediately went up and kicked him. The NPCs in the alliance didn't hold back, and followed closely to hit him.

But the gentlemen in the inner city didn't think it was fast enough. Not only did they violently kick the car a few times, they even welded the car door shut. Behind this, it was probably not just the alliance, but other forces were also meddling in to take advantage of the situation.

Malvern may be the most sober man, and one of the few "good guys" willing to benefit the residents of the outer city, at least relative to his shareholders.

But it was too late for him to stop him, so he could only use the method he gave him to drink poison to quench his thirst. The irony is that the person who stepped on the accelerator first is now the one who wants to hit the brakes the most.

"I hope I can at least survive this winter..." Chu Guang pressed his eyebrows and sighed, "otherwise the spring wave will be a big problem."

Cheng Yan was slightly stunned.

Due to work requirements, he had done serious research, and with the help of the embassy, ​​he collected some history that the nobles of Boulder City themselves might not take seriously.

In the less than two centuries of history of Boulder City, similar things have actually happened, and in the end they were settled by those gentlemen.

Otherwise, the city lord there would have been replaced long ago.

Not surprisingly, it should be the same this time...

He muttered something under his breath.

"It's not that serious..."

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(Thanks to the leader of the boss "Thousand Changes of Reincarnation" and the Silver Alliance for the reward!!! The boss is very generous!!!)

(In addition, I would like to say a few words. This book will cover a little bit about military, economy, culture, industry, infrastructure, technology, farming, joyful daily life, and player adventures. Each settlement and refuge has a different ending. There will be two identical 79s, and there will not be two identical Boulder cities. Jinchuan Province will not change the map by painting the map of Luoxia Province with green paint. The novel is a complete story. After all, it’s not a short video. If you like a beautiful woman, I will only recommend beautiful women to you next time. And why do some people always insist on connecting the wasteland with reality? Is that a dimensional thing, even if it is said to be ice? I think the winter home in the steam era is more reliable than talking about something specious.)