Chapter 544 The Collapse of the Building (1/2)

The studio of the Boulder Voice newspaper.

House tremblingly looked at the thugs who entered the newspaper office, then glanced at Joey who was standing with the thugs, and said tremblingly.

"Mr. Centurion...you, what are you doing?"

The K-10 "Iron Wall" heavy-duty exoskeleton, the proud work of Jushi Military Industry, is generally equipped by forward heavy infantry or front-line combat officers such as captains and centurions. It is said that one punch can kill a two-headed cow.

Of course, the people wearing these guys use guns most of the time and rarely engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Knowing this, House was almost scared to death.

Joey glanced at House with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

He doesn't like this guy very much, although he liked him for a while before. Since he got the newspaper, he has discovered that there is simply no truth in this man's mouth, and it is as nutritious as nutritional cream.

"Come bring victory and glory to my children and be their example."

Joey looked back at Lovett, Alyssa, and everyone in the Workers' Association.

"Leave it to you."

Lovett nodded, walked up to House, looked at the pale clown and said.

"Let us use the radio."

He was borrowing it, but House didn't dare to say no. He nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and a flattering smile appeared on his pale face.

"Please, please use it! Do you need me to help you debug the equipment? Dear...Mr. Worker."

Judging from the sawdust stained on his pants, he must have been doing noble carpentry work.

"No," a worker came out and pushed away House who was trying to get close to them in disgust, "Your equipment is made by me... Damn it, I feel bad when I hear that duck voice of yours!"

Another worker laughed.

"Haha, I agree! It's even worse than the sound of Lovett sawing wood!"

"House! How about learning a duck call? It's definitely better than the stuff you usually say!"

House's anxious face turned blue and white, and his expression was so distorted that he almost cried.

At this time, a cough came.

"Ahem! Everyone, be quiet. We don't need to embarrass 'Ken'. We only take back those things that belong to us!"

After dragging House, who was almost scared to wet his pants, from the co-workers, Lovett patted him on the shoulder, led him by the neck to the door of the newspaper office, and said kindly.

"Go home, don't go out at night, wait until the door to the giant wall opens and find a way to escape."

"We won't beat you, but others can't tell you."

"Thank...thank you!"

House was moved to tears and exchanged words, thanked him profusely, and ran out of the newspaper office on a rolling crawl, disappearing like a mouse that fell into a snowdrift.

Looking at the figure disappearing into the night and smiling, Lovett closed the door, returned to the crowded studio, and took over the microphone that was adjusted by his coworker.

He cleared his throat and was about to speak when a crisp voice suddenly interrupted him from the side.

"Wait a moment."

People looked at the little girl one after another.

No longer afraid even if she was looked at by countless pairs of eyes, Alyssa continued with a serious voice.

"We have to prepare a broadcast script, or speech script. Everyone will hear your voice, and we have to convey every message accurately, not only to the residents of the outer city, but also to the residents of the inner city...Jian In other words, we need a specific program to tell them how we should win and what changes will happen after we win.”

Her eyes sparkled with wisdom and courage that were different from those of her peers. This experience seemed to have made her grow up several years at a time.

Lovett felt that there was something of Governor Malvern in her, but it was completely different.

But what does it matter?

In fact, there is only one idea between Boll and Mr. Stephen.

She is Malvern's daughter. It's so normal to look like her father, but it would be scary if she didn't look like him at all.

"She's right."

Lovett put down the microphone and looked at the workers' association, "We need to draft a platform to tell our partners that this is an uprising, not a riot."

One worker nodded.

"Yes, and tell those mercenaries to be honest! Don't think they are the only ones with guns!"

Looking at everyone talking about it, Alyssa's red face was filled with a happy smile.

Finally someone was willing to listen to her.

And there are so many people.

In fact, she was not helpless.

She believed that in the future she would be able to come up with a better and more mature solution than crying.

"We don't intend to destroy everything, but we want a new beginning!" Lovett looked at the workers and said sheepishly, "How about this opening statement?"

An electrician gave a thumbs up.

"marvelous!"

Encouraged by his co-workers, Lovett began to improvise, telling stories like Sperger reading the newspaper.

"...The visible Stephen can be destroyed, but the invisible Stephen cannot be destroyed. We are their ghosts, and they are our ghosts."

Joey coughed.

"Pause, this sentence can be changed. Except for those of you in the Workers' Association, many people don't know the story of Bol the Awakener, and may feel confused."

"Besides, it's too cumbersome. These words can be said during victory." Alyssa also nodded, "At this moment we should use the simplest language to tell everyone what to do next."

Just like the managers of the alliance!

Lovett scratched the back of his head.

"makes sense."

Most of the workers actually heard the story of Bol the Awakener through word of mouth. After all, Sberg was captured by the men not long after it started snowing.

Many people hear different versions.

If Sberg is still alive, after he is rescued, he must finish writing the story.

Everyone was thinking hard together.

Some people have proposed improving labor conditions, some have proposed lowering the price of bread, and some have called for raising taxes on the rich... But these various ideas seem to be just itching through the boots.

Alyssa suddenly thought of the alliance's 'fundamental law' and the administrator's declaration at the celebration, so she had an idea and spoke.

"Charter!"

Joey frowned slightly.

"You mean the law? There is a law in Boulder City."

"But nobles don't have to abide by it, right?" Alyssa looked at him intently, "As long as you hold a black card, you won't be punished if you violate it, and they didn't take Sberg away because he violated any laws, right? ?”

Joey nodded.

"It was the guards from the militia who took him away."

"It has to be different from now on, otherwise no matter what we do it will be meaningless and everything will be back to where it started!"

Alyssa looked at them with bright eyes and clenched her slender fists. "The inner city must release Sberg. From today on, we must discuss a 'fundamental law' that everyone abides by! We must give the black people the power we once gave them." Give it the power of the card!”

Joey stared blankly at the little girl in front of him.

He suddenly felt that the risk he had taken to risk his future and destiny was not meaningless. Perhaps this settlement would really be different after tomorrow, and his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren would also regard him as a true pride and pride in the future. example.

God be upon you, the big-antlered deer.

Although there was never a king in Rock City...

But he was willing to serve the queen if she would be crowned.

Lovett also stared at her blankly, muttering.

"Boll... is actually Boll... is she also Boll?"

He remembered Sberg writing.

Bol broke off his black card...

…

There is no eternal emperor, and there is no immortal city-state.

However, two centuries of hesitation will not be in vain.

It was precisely because people were fed up with the barbaric life of eating hair and drinking blood that they mustered up the courage to borrow the fire from the sky to dispel the dark age.

And when people finally learned to light the firewood pile by their own strength, the priests who watched the fire quietly exited the stage of history.

This is not a pity for those who watch the fire.

If he doesn't take the initiative to move towards a new era.

His tribe will one day be swallowed up by darkness.

The old man who designed this settlement may not have thought of what happened today - a future that even computers had not imagined.

He led the people to build the giant wall, designed the room, entrusted the descendants to take care of it, and designed the final death for it.

This is actually a gift.

Only life and death can be called real life. What remains unchanged is cold and hard stone.

It becomes human at the last moment.

And the "children" it watches over also usher in a new dawn after a long period of sinking.

Faced with inescapable danger, people gathered together again.

They worked together to light the fire, just like their ancestors more than two hundred years ago, who overcame the difficulties and faced the disaster that day when the earth collapsed.

People are leaning on each other's shoulders, sitting in front of the fire to keep warm regardless of high or low, old or young. There is no difference between the poor and the rich here, because everything is unimportant at this moment.

Starting tomorrow, everyone will be the same.

People threw their chips into the fire.

Watching the alternating yellow and green fire arcs dancing on the fire, the children's faces showed long-lost smiles.

Some people sang songs, some played the six-stringed harp, and some made their stories into a poem and taught it to the children to sing.

Winter suddenly isn't so cold anymore.

The workers took out the food from the warehouse and distributed it to everyone. Anyway, their boss had already run away from the settlement.

Of course, they didn't get it for free.

Inside they left little pieces of paper that were checks from their bosses - and now it was time to cash them.

The Workers' Association occupied the radio station of the Voice of Rock City, and a representative named Lovett announced the platform of the uprising on the radio.

That was meant for the nobles in the inner city.

I also say it to my own people.

The never-ending cycle ends here, and after the endless night comes a new beginning.

The sun does not rise just because people want to get up.

But the sun will rise eventually.

This is also the eternal destiny and truth...

…

The next morning.

The heavy snow finally stopped, and a ray of rising sun emerged from the thick cloud cover, coating the snow-covered streets of Boulder City with a layer of golden yellow.

After announcing the program of the uprising, the Workers' Association called on the residents to unite through the Voice of Boulder City radio and cooperated with the militia group to uniformly ration the inventory of materials in the city.

After discussions between the Workers' Association and the militia, they decided to jointly establish a "crisis response office" with the city hall and transition to the new Boulder City authorities.

The top priority is to solve the immediate problem.

In order to keep everyone hungry, some workers returned to work under the mobilization of the Workers' Association.

The nutritional paste production plant reopened, and the Boulder City Prison, the welfare home of the Workers' Union, also began to open to the public.

However, the material gap is still huge.

Even though Malvern intercepted a batch of goods that were supposed to be sent to the Alliance to deliver orders some time ago, the remaining food and daily necessities were still in short supply.

There are also big differences between the Workers' Association and the militia on whether to forcibly requisition supplies from residents who have large amounts of food hoarded.

Some people think that heavy codes should be used in troubled times, others think that this is a robbery by Chi Guoguo, and some people propose to give some compensation to the expropriated people... But now all fools know that the chips are worthless.

No one acknowledges that stuff anymore.

Giving chips is tantamount to stealing!

The Workers' Association can mobilize workers, and the militia can mobilize soldiers who stand on the side of the residents of the outer city, but these people are not the only ones in Boulder City.

Who will mobilize the citizens and mercenaries?

Seeing that they could not take advantage of the situation, some mercenaries clamored to leave the city, and some citizens also wanted to follow. I heard that it was more comfortable to beg for food in the alliance than here.

If last night, all the residents of this city stood gloriously on the side of ideals, then today they have to face a grim reality——

The inner-city gentry left them with a huge mess.

The Boulder City that was handed over to the residents of Boulder City has been riddled with holes by countless moths...

An office in the city hall.

Alyssa was carefully flipping through the account book in her hand and checking it with the documents spread out on the table.

As a member of the crisis office, and the youngest, she was responsible for liquidating the assets now available to Outer City City Hall.

Although some people expressed doubts about her experience and stance, everyone in the Workers' Association expressed support.

Most of the people in the Workers' Association have simple values.

They would rather trust a little girl who is not so skilled but is at least willing to tell them the truth than those smart guys who are full of lies and cunning.

It doesn't matter if the calculation is wrong.

Just change it.

We are not unreasonable barbarians.

And Alyssa did not disappoint everyone's expectations.

The first thing she did was to confiscate her home in the outer city, and then also confiscated the properties of her brother's friends in the outer city.

The computer of the Boulder City Bank records every chip expenditure, and it is easy to find out the assets hidden in the outer city by the nobles.

These are ill-gotten gains.

It should belong to all the residents of Boulder City.

Looking at the thick stack of account books in her hand, Alyssa's eyes were filled with sadness.

It was only now that she realized what her father had carried for his family and this settlement.

The economy is only a means of allocating materials and cannot create something that does not exist out of thin air.

As my father said before going out, he had tried every method he could think of, but he still couldn't stop the train rushing down the mountain.

Thinking of her sad old father, Alyssa couldn't help but whisper a few words to the spiritual support in her heart - the respected manager.

"What you did was too cruel..."

The frowning Alyssa sighed and gently closed the account book in her hand.

The liquidated damages of private factories are already a mess.

No matter how much the league's factories complain, all they can do is apologize.

After all, the bargaining chip has been completely destroyed, and continuing to make orders priced with chips is equivalent to working for the alliance in vain.

Not to mention that the bosses who signed those orders have already run away. We can't let the workers who are also creditors pay off the debts for those profiteers, right?

Of course, they will also waive debts denominated in chips for the alliance... After all, there is no point in having more chips.

Boulder City must use the few remaining supplies to survive the cold winter. Boulder City's foreign trade can only be suspended for a while.

But the problem is that Boulder City's raw materials are completely dependent on imports!

Whether it is industrial products or food raw materials.

They may not sell things to outsiders, but outsiders will not give them to them for no reason.

Alyssa suddenly had a whim.

perhaps……

Should everyone be encouraged to grow some vegetables in pots?

But where do the seeds come from?

She heard that farming was not easy.

Like the league next door.

They cultivate seeds in CNC planting towers and shelter planting areas in the northern suburbs, and use chemical fertilizers produced in the industrial zone to maintain high crop yields on the north bank of Linghu Lake.

But now the crops in the northern suburbs alone are no longer enough to fully meet the needs of the alliance residents.

Recently, they have transformed some of the outside fields into breeding fields, which are managed by the Seed Research Section of the Biological Laboratory. They will then export the produced seeds and fertilizers from the industrial zone to Luoxia Province in exchange for a large amount of foundation. Crops filled the stomachs of all the residents of the alliance.

And there were countless details that she couldn't see.

The food issue alone contained more knowledge than could be written in a book. Although she had gone to school, the teacher had never taught her these things in depth.

Alyssa felt a dull pain between her eyebrows.

Ahhhh...

too difficult!

She didn't sleep all night yesterday. Even though she was always in a state of excitement, she couldn't hold it anymore.

Alyssa stretched out her little hands and lay on the table, her face pressed against the account book, and she fell asleep. Her dizzy mind couldn't help but think wildly.

or……

How about being coquettish to managers?

This might be a good idea.

Maybe for the sake of his cuteness, he might give some supplies to everyone in Boulder City?

As long as everyone can spend the winter safely, she is willing to do anything. After all, her family owes a lot to the residents of this settlement.

People kindly forgave her, but the unilateral giving was just charity. She also wanted to do something for everyone and pay off the debts owed by her father, mother, brothers and sisters.

This is the only thing she can do...

As she thought about it, Alyssa's face suddenly turned red, and she shook her head vigorously to drive out the unrealistic thoughts that popped up one after another from her steaming brain.

She can't be like her father...

There is no use asking for help.

"...He said I would become an outstanding person." After muttering quietly, Alyssa moved her face away from the ledger and cheered up again.

It was those words that encouraged her.

She stood up bravely at that critical moment that determined her own fate and that of everyone else.

If she had chosen to stand by and watch as silently as she did, they would not have walked towards that one-in-a-million possibility.

"I've accomplished one thing...I can't let him down."

Her eyes were clear again, Alyssa's eyes shone with wisdom, and she thought to herself.

"...However, there should be hope for diplomatic negotiations with the Alliance on the refugee issue."

The Alliance should also be unwilling to see hundreds of thousands of refugees destroy the order they have managed to maintain. Helping Boulder City is also helping themselves.

Their temporary apartment building can currently accommodate up to 40,000 people, and it is said that more than half of them are already occupied.

Apparently they also underestimated how "bad" Boulder was.

That respected manager, right now, he must be having a headache on how to dismantle the bomb that is so close, right?

uh-huh.

Finding a breakthrough to solve the problem, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"Dear Mr. Administrator, we will close the door tightly and persuade everyone to wait patiently for the winter and spring wave to end. At the same time, we also implore the alliance to support us with some nutritional paste and winter fuel we need for survival... We We sincerely ask you to lend a helping hand to us.”

"Such negotiations should be feasible."

If it really doesn't work, you can take out a loan.

The new authorities of Boulder City borrowed a special loan from Alliance Bank to purchase emergency relief supplies such as nutritional ointments.

She heard that the food was not tasty and nutritious, but she was willing to eat it with everyone until everyone's lives were on track again.

As for the future...

Alyssa's eyes were a little confused.

The best result for Boulder City is naturally to join the alliance, or at least become a collaborator of the alliance like the countries in Luoxia Province.

However, she couldn't decide this matter alone and needed to discuss it with everyone in the settlement.

And it’s useless for them to think about it themselves.

The population of Boulder City is larger than the four cities in the alliance combined. If you want to join others, you have to consider whether others are willing to take over.

This is a huge, huge mess...

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Lovett came in from outside.

Alyssa stood up immediately with her hands on the table.

"Mr. Lovett, you are here at the right time. I hope you can negotiate with the Alliance on behalf of Boulder City!"

Lovett was stunned for a moment, then frowned.

"Don't worry about it for now...there's something big going on in the inner city."

Alyssa was stunned for a moment.

"...inner city?"

Because there are still a lot of troubles in the outer city that have not been resolved, the new authorities of Boulder City did not force the residents of the inner city to surrender, nor did they urge them to come out immediately. They only unilaterally announced to them the uprising program and the establishment of the new authority, etc. matters.

The giant wall has been controlled by the rebel soldiers, and the control of the militia has basically been in the hands of Joey and other grassroots officers. If it was the inner city that kept the outer city out before, then now it is The outer city surrounds the entire inner city.

After settling the troubles in the outer city, the same goes for dealing with the problems of the residents in the inner city.

Alyssa didn't understand why Lovett mentioned the inner city at this moment, but after listening to his narrative, her whole face turned pale.

"What...the Rock is going to collapse?!"

Lovett nodded with a complicated expression.

"I think Stephen...I mean the residents of the inner city shouldn't be lying."

"They have stockpiled supplies in the inner city that will last them several months. If something terrible hadn't happened, based on their attitude last night, they probably planned to guard the wall until all of us died of old age."

Alyssa bit her lip.

Her mother and brothers and sisters are still inside...

"What...did they ask for?"

Lovett said after a moment of silence.

"It doesn't matter what they ask for. The question now is how we treat them after they come out. Of course, everyone in the workers' union said that as long as Sberg is still alive, they can spare their lives. But we all feel that, Sberg probably won't survive. After all, with the amount of bleeding, I believe you said a pig was killed there..."

The office fell silent.

Just when the atmosphere was extremely tense, a gentle cough suddenly entered the door along with the sound of footsteps.

"Ahem...my old friends, are you so eager for me to die?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Lovett turned around in surprise and saw Sperger standing at the door with a smile on his face, his arms resting coquettishly on the door frame.

"My God, the big-antlered deer..."

Lovett walked forward quickly and patted the guy's rough old face. Tears of excitement almost came out of his eyes. "You're still alive! How did you do it?"

"That's not my blood..." Patting Lovett's hand away, Sperger said with a smile, "You may not believe it, but thanks to the respected Lord of the City, I watched a very long scene. Movie."

"City Lord? What does it have to do with the City Lord..." Lovett suddenly remembered something, grabbed his collar, and said impatiently, "Don't worry about the electricity or not, what's the story behind?!"

Sperger looked at him sheepishly.

"Actually, you have already finished writing for me, and your writing is much better than mine..."

Lovett glared at him.

"Don't be too tempted to give up! We want to see what you write!"

"Okay, okay... I'll finish it in one go when I have some free time, but in order to collect materials, I may have to go to the northern suburbs first."

Holding down a bearded man who was going crazy, Sperger coughed, and then looked at a little girl with teary eyes in the room.

"This is the first time we meet... Are you Alyssa? My name is Sperger, a worker who works for nothing in the cannery. A young lady like you will probably never know a poor guy like me in her lifetime."

"Stop saying such bullying things. She is with us now."

A big hand was put on his shoulder, Joey walked in from the door, looked at Alyssa and continued.

"They released Sperger, and the workers' union decided to pardon the residents of the inner city for the sake of keeping him intact. They can stay and join us, after all, this is their home. Of course, they also You can go out, but the rules are still the same as ours, 20 kilograms of luggage per person——"

Sperger immediately added.

"Wait, you have to add one, the value is less than 10,000 silver coins——"

"Thanks!!!"

Holding back the tears that came to her eyes, Alyssa lowered her head hard and bowed deeply, but the tears hidden by her bangs still couldn't help but fall to the floor.

Of course, those are not sad tears...

She couldn't describe the turbulent emotions in her heart at this moment.

Together they reach an almost impossible ending.

But here they stand now.

All together…

At this time, a small hand suddenly pulled her sleeve gently, and a crisp sound came from the side.

"Sister, don't cry...everyone is saved."

Alyssa opened her eyes wide and raised her head slightly, only to see a little girl of only six or seven years old looking at her worriedly.

"Who are you……"

"My child, Anna."

Walking to Alyssa's side, Joey picked up Anna and lovingly scratched the bridge of the little guy's nose with his index finger.

"She came back this morning, along with her brothers, sisters, and mother, following those who escaped from the inner city... I told them everything, and the little ones were clamoring to come and see Alyssa. elder sister."

Alyssa stared blankly at the father and daughter, and sniffed subconsciously, not wanting to leave a crybaby impression on her little fans.

But Anna didn't care much.

Perhaps because she was also a crybaby, looking at Alyssa who suddenly stopped crying, she immediately gave a thumbs up with shining eyes.

"Sister is awesome!"

Alyssa said with a blushing face.

"I...I actually didn't do anything. Your father is better."

"Hahaha, of course!"

Joey smiled heartily, and the corners of his unshaven mouth turned up unconsciously, not hiding the pride on his face at all.

"My precious daughter has said—"

"I'm proud of her."

…

The gloomy and cold stone building was now empty.

Rhine, who was slightly injured, worked hard and finally sneaked in at dawn, taking advantage of the opening of the inner city gate.

He hid in the inner city for a while to make sure no one was following him, and then he touched the huge stone building in the center.

When everyone was leaving, he was the only one running towards the inner city.

The residents of the inner city went crazy, crowding the exits and running away like pigs out of a cage.

But this played into his hands.

He doesn't care about the fight between the poor and the powerful. There are not so many bullshit things in Bugra. Every employee of the Firestone Group is extremely happy, and everything puts the interests of the company first.

As a member of the Firestone Group, he came to get something...

The same weapon that can allow the Free State to gain true freedom.

Pushing open the door of the conference hall, he stepped through the doorway that was littered with documents, and took a quick look around the messy hall with a flashlight pistol.

This is where noble gentlemen usually hold meetings.

"Damn...why don't you even turn on a light?" Rhine muttered.

Although the sky outside has been lit up by the dawn sun, there are circles of tall buildings surrounding the Monolith Building, resulting in not much light being able to find this place.

The light of the morning light stretched the shadows of the curtains...

"Hehe...hehe..."

The creepy laughter suddenly floated up, startling Rhine, and he quickly pointed the light and gun at the corner of the conference room.

There was a man sitting there.

Wearing a luxurious formal suit.

It seems that he should be a noble from the inner city.

Rhine felt happy, cleared his throat and shouted.

"Hey, friend, let's make a deal! As long as you help me find something, I'll take you out of this damned place!"

"Deal? Get out? Haha...heh...hahahahaha!"

Sid, who was smiling slightly, suddenly laughed maniacally.

The sudden burst of movement and laughter startled Rhine again. He thought this guy was going to play some trick, and the gun in his hand almost went off.

"Shut up! Are you crazy!?"

Rhine roared in annoyance and walked towards him, ready to show off this crazy guy.

Sid ignored him and just stared at the trading device in his hand, or at the line on the screen that was motionless and stuck to the edge.

"It fell, I actually took it down...hey...it fell down..."

"Falled?" Rhine frowned and looked at him, "What fell?"

Sid still didn't answer.

It seemed that he was the only one left in his world, and his heartbeat was like the line that was welded to the floor, completely losing its fluctuations...

There was an avalanche of S coins.

One S coin is worth less than 0.00001 chips.

He didn't know why he fell so hard.

It's like he doesn't know why that thing goes up.

It turns out that S coins can fall below the issue price...

Sid only knew now.

But no one ever told him.

"It's all over."

The ashen-faced Sid muttered to himself, looking up at the ceiling numbly like a living zombie.

He seemed to see his ancestors waving to him.

"Father...Grandpa...I'm sorry."

"I lost."

"I can't beat them... They all want to go against me. They are really nothing, and neither am I."

Tears slid down the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, past his earlobes, and rolled to the floor, landing on the black card that was covered in dust.

He suddenly sat up straight as if he was electrocuted, covered his face with his hands, and shook his shoulders like a child who had done something wrong.

"woo woo woo woo……"

"I……"

"I'll apologize to you in person!"

In the end, he still didn't have the courage to face the people outside...

The floor suddenly began to tremble.

Rhine's expression suddenly changed.

He didn't know what was going on, but he knew that the building under his feet was probably as crazy as the old man in front of him.

"day--"

It was too late to escape.

The collapsing rubble quickly submerged everything here. With his last glimpse, he saw the crazy old man suddenly stood up and hugged the fallen ceiling...

The monolith collapsed.

The splashed dust swallowed up the entire inner city in an instant, and together with the rolling gravel and rubble, it hit the wall of the inner city hard.

Then roll up...

That building.

It finally collapsed.

…

Faraway Wind Hotel.

Luxurious suite on the highest floor.

The father and son stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the nearby Boulder City.

Standing here, you can just see beyond the giant wall and all the way to the inner city.

Weijia specially booked this room with the widest view, just to watch the last bustle of this settlement.

The boss here, Reston, is a big business man.

Even though he paid with chips, he didn't kick himself out just because the chips were worthless now.

Staring intently at the dust rising in the distance, Weijia poked all ten fingers on the window and murmured.

"It collapsed...it actually collapsed..."

He didn't expect that the Rock would be blown up.

Was it bombed by the mob?

still……

Has its "use by" date expired?

"Ah...my dear Mr. Sid, please be sure nothing happens to you."

A twisted smile gradually appeared on Weijia's face. In order not to let his son see it, he also poked his nose against the window.

Piru, the little fat man standing aside, muttered.

"It's a pity... I haven't sold out my chips yet."

"Take this as a lesson, kid." Weijia suppressed her distorted smile and put her hand on his shoulder. "If you want to be an excellent trader, you must first have a nose that is more sensitive than a hyena."

Piru tilted his round head.

"A nose more sensitive than a hyena?"

"Risk," Weijia said with a smile, "You have to know whether the person on the other side is a person or a ghost, and you also have to be careful whether the thing in your hand is money or paper. You did a good job with S coins, but it's not good enough. You just We noticed the risks of S-coin, but failed to notice that the chips it anchors may themselves become garbage.”

"Who would have imagined this...it has taken a century and a half." Piru muttered.

Weijia said with a slight smile.

"So the people there are now poor, and we got away with it."

While he was talking, there was a knock on the door, and Aaron opened the door and walked in.

Weijia immediately turned back to look at him.

"Where's Sid?"

He has transferred all his transferable property, and now the only person in the city that he can't let go of is his childhood friend.

Aaron shook his head regretfully.

"Not in the team evacuating the inner city... he must be dead."

A trace of disappointment appeared on Weijia's face, and she muttered in despair.

"Dead...actually dead."

Aaron paused and continued.

"But his wife and three children are still alive, including his eldest son who is married."

He thought this clue would be of interest to his boss.

Sure enough, when he said these words, the flame of desire was rekindled in those lost eyes.

After leaving the floor-to-ceiling window, Weijia walked up to Aaron excitedly and held his shoulders.

"We must fish them out! Everyone!"

After letting go of Aaron's shoulders, Vega rubbed her hands excitedly, walked to the table nearby, and poured herself a glass of red wine collected by General McClun.

"...I promised that I would repay Master Sid's kindness well. Now it's our turn to repay the kindness!"

He has never forgotten what he said to the old man personally at Sid's house that day -

'I will always be loyal to you...Master, I will definitely repay you. ’

Looking at those fiery eyes, Aaron nodded helplessly.

"learn."

What a nasty boss...

But in this wasteland.

How can there be so many good people?

Watching the door close, Weijia suddenly thought of something, shook her index finger forward, put down the wine in her hand, and returned to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The dust in the distance has dispersed.

But there was another person staring there intently, as if he was missing something.

They can't miss it.

Any regrets must be settled now.

Putting her hands on her son's fat shoulders, Vega said softly.

"My child... is there anyone you can't let go of? I'll ask Uncle Aaron to help you buy him out."

"Kumit!"

Piru's eyes lit up and he said with a smile.

"I really like playing with him, but he is too domineering. He always steals the toys and girls I like. He never does this to Ji Xiu."

Weijia frowned.

"This problem needs to be corrected."

Piru immediately lowered his head in fear.

"sorry……"

"Lift your head, my child," Weijia patted his shoulder and said softly, "It's not you who should apologize. It's human nature to be greedy. What I want to tell you is... your willful habits must be changed. Change, you can't be as arrogant as those rude guys, you see, that's their end."

Piru nodded seriously.

"I will remember this lesson."

A satisfied smile appeared on Weijia's face.

As expected of his son.

There is no problem in inheriting his mantle.

"I'm very happy, but you can't just care about yourself. You also have to help your good friend. After all, he's 'taking care' of you. From now on, we all have to make a living in the cannibal wasteland, and he can't No longer as willful as before.”

The small mung beans squeezed into the fat meat shone brightly. Piru nodded vigorously and said in a deep voice.

"I know! I will help Master Kumit get rid of his willful and rude habits, and let him remember not to always steal other people's things."

"That's great." Vega gave a thumbs up, laughed and patted her son on the shoulder, "After that, I will send you to the Bugra Free State, and Master Kumit will go to school there with you. Remember to take care of you. Give him a try."

"Don't worry, father!" Piru nodded excitedly and said, "But why don't we go to Ideal City?"

"It's not suitable for us there. Their ideals are poison to anyone except them. You will understand when you grow up," Vega smiled, "Besides, you don't want to become an idiot like Ji Xiu. Bar."

"That Jixiu is indeed not very smart. He is the most tiring to praise," Piru muttered, "By the way, there is another Jixiu... Dad, don't we also help Malvern's family?"

Piru didn't care about Jixiu, but he remembered that Jixiu had a beautiful sister.

She was almost the most beautiful of all the women he had ever seen, and the old girls at the Queen of the Night bar couldn't compare to her.

But Ji Xiu never wanted to bring her into their circle.

Weijia's eyes suddenly showed a hint of fear, she stared into her son's eyes and said in a non-joking tone.

"He has his own father, so we don't need to worry about him."

certainly.

Weijia did not tell his son that what he was afraid of was not the collapsed Malvern, but his little daughter Alyssa.

To be precise, it was the person standing behind her.

Until the end of this "war", Weijia Trading Company did not fully investigate all the cards played by the alliance in the "Boulder City Crisis".

They finished everything neatly, taking out the chips and black cards. No one died, and they packed up the loot and went home in style.

Even he, the "big soldier" who was squatting in the trench and being beaten until he was dizzy, couldn't help but admire them. They really played a good game.

His Lord Sid lost unjustly.

All the overt and hidden lines pointed to the manager. He was not sure whether Malvern had secretly reached an exchange of interests with the alliance, but he had to pay enough attention to an inconspicuous piece of information.

According to the results of Aron's investigation, Alyssa had a chance encounter with the manager at the alliance's triumphal celebration.

The ruler of the alliance seemed to have said a lot of words, praising her for being a capable woman.

Then, the day after Malvern settled in the hotel owned by the company's subsidiary and met with Luca, the Lord of Dawn City, he secretly went to the alliance's bank to apply for a card.

Although these are just rumors, and maybe the old fox Malvern spread the rumors himself, but considering that "Xinweijia Trading Company" will have to do business in the River Valley Province in the future, this matter still needs to be carefully considered. .

He is risk averse.

Especially unnecessary risks...

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(The ending of Fang Ming was actually written at the beginning. Its name is a metaphor. In fact, smart readers discovered it a long time ago. It is a homophone of format. Go through life without leaving any regrets. At the last moment Understanding love and hate, and getting to know his designer again, this is the best ending for him.)