In the north of Jinchuan Province, surrounded by mountains and jungles, there is an old ruin.
Its name is Jinhe City, which is about 700 to 800 kilometers away from Qingquan City, which is equivalent to the distance from Jiangcheng to Shancheng in reality.
In the suburbs of Jinhe City, on the gentle slope at the edge of the forest, there is a small settlement called "Dust Town".
There are two or three hundred families living here. The town is surrounded by a one-meter-high low wall, and there is a granite turret in the town.
This type of settlement is very common in Jinchuan Province.
After all, this place is not like Luoxia Province, which has deserts and riverbanks as natural barriers to limit the migration and predation of alien species.
On the contrary, because it is located in the subtropics, the climate is humid, warm and rainy, so a large number of alien species migrate here from other provinces.
Here, the mutant slime mold is not the most dangerous. The most dangerous are the mutants who migrated here from the east coast and the radioactive waste scattered on this land.
About a month ago, when the Alliance's army was fighting fiercely with the Legion in Luoxia Province, this remote Dust Town was still making a fortune quietly. The mayor made a lot of silver coins by doing business with the Alliance.
Then he used the silver coins to buy a lot of LD-47 and Maxim exchanged from the front line, replaced the original iron barrel rifle and rusty short knife, and hired some vicious thugs as bodyguards, so that he could further exploit the old farmers working in the fields and keep the silver coins he hoarded in the turret.
However, the good times did not last long.
The mayor is a man with ideas, and coincidentally, the thugs who were invited are also.
Seeing that there were mountains, water and fields here, and that they could make money by doing business with the rich people who opened factories in the north, these thugs, who had already had a bad record, immediately hit it off and decisively returned to their old ways, using the mayor's gun to slaughter the mayor's family.
This was the first time that the town of Dust changed hands.
Those thugs had been bullying men and women for a while, and most of the merchants did not care about it. If nothing unexpected happened, after a few years, when most of the people who could work were killed, one day a villain would become bold and this place would become a new predator camp.
Unfortunately, a talking lizard, a talking mouse, and a human who could not talk read the map wrong and came here by chance.
Originally, they just wanted to ask how to get to the beach, so they sent the only guy who looked most like a human to ask.
However, the thugs laughed out loud when they heard the newbie's brainless speech, and they were thinking about the silver coins in his pocket, so they had the idea of killing people and robbing.
Want to kill people and rob.
That must be the looters.
Then what happened was logical.
More than 20 looters were no match for this group of ruthless people. Let alone the new human, Trash and Qiangrensunan were old players of the Alpha version. One was a searcher and the other was a damage dealer. They didn't even use a gun to kill the looters in the whole town as red monsters.
The townspeople were really scared to death at first, but after finding out that the death claw could talk, they were not afraid anymore.
After all, there are too many strange things in the wasteland.
There is nothing surprising about the little thing that the death claw speaks human language. And it is not surprising that the death claw can talk, and it is even less surprising that the mouse can talk.
The survivors in the town like these two guys.
Compared to the extortionate mayor and the robber who bullied them, the lizard who called himself Garbage Old Man and the mouse who called it a strong man's way were just a little ugly, but not so scary.
In order to thank these three good "people" who helped the weak, the villagers built statues for them and even built a temple to worship them.
At first, the three little players refused, but they couldn't resist the feeling of being worshipped, so they half-heartedly accepted it with a smile.
Then, the big lizard promised them that he would guarantee the safety of the villagers. The mouse even said that with it, no other mouse would dare to steal the grain in the barn.
The townspeople promised to give them 20% of the grain as an offering... This is much less than the 70% collected by the old mayor and the 90% collected by the thugs!
The players were flattered.
Twenty percent of the output of a town of two or three hundred households, even if Garbage King is a good eater, he can't eat so much.
So the three "people" decided to sell the uneaten food to the passing merchants, and then use some of the silver coins earned to help these poor people buy some tractors and fertilizers from the alliance to increase the output of farmland, and buy some tools for digging wells and repairing houses, so that they can have more offerings.
In order to facilitate management, they let the survivors vote to elect a new mayor, and then find a few respected people to manage the militia and weapons, money and food respectively.
This is the second change of ownership of Dust Town.
Although it was only a short month, everything seemed to be getting better.
Until a strange patient appeared in the town.
He had sores on his hands and feet, pus in the sores, fever, runny nose, and looked like he was terminally ill. However, strangely, these symptoms did not make him lie weakly on the bed and wail, but instead made him uncharacteristically strong and eat amazingly.
Such a strange thing has never happened in this area.
The survivors in the town were terrified, so they locked up the healthy patient and immediately reported it to the three gods who protected them.
After questioning, the man confessed that he had caught a cold a few days ago. He listened to a hunter from another village and ate a green fruit that was said to cure all diseases. His condition did improve.
However, the good times did not last long.
After some time, the cold showed no signs of recovery and even became more and more severe. In order to suppress the torture of the disease and not affect his daily work, he could only keep eating the green fruit and even secretly planted it in his yard.
In the end, his body seemed to have reached a certain reconciliation with the virus. As long as he kept eating the green fruit, he could be free from the torture of the disease and become stronger in infinite joy... even if his body had become a breeding ground for the virus.
But if he stopped eating the fruit, the reconciliation between the body and the virus would end, and his health would take a sharp turn for the worse, and he would gradually rot like a rotten wood.
After understanding what happened, the three little players immediately took it seriously. It didn't take much effort to find the hunter mentioned by the patient, and quickly locked the source of the green fruit.
It was a place called Hope Town...
...
Dust Town.
A temple dedicated to "gods".
"By the way, do you still remember...we originally planned to go to the south to see the sea?" I want to be quiet, sitting on a wooden chair, suddenly sighed and said.
I yawned.
"I remember."
"Then when will we set off?"
"Emm..."
"Damn! Are you addicted to being a savior?"
Looking at I want to be quiet, I rolled my eyes.
"Tsk, aren't you enjoying it too!"
I want to be quiet said with a smile.
"I... that's nothing I can do alone! Besides, we haven't saved the game for more than a month. Is that really okay?"
Before he entered the game, he boasted on the forum every day that he wanted to explore the boundaries of the map. When he really entered the game, he found it was as difficult as climbing to the sky.
The first one is the language problem.
At present, even among the old players of the Alpha version, there are only a few who can speak fluent "human language". The translation function of VM in offline mode has too obvious traces of machine translation. Some things are not understood even if they are translated, and some are simply not translated.
Until now, he can only communicate in daily life.
Relying on this half-baked human language to want to venture into the wasteland, it is simply looking down on those man-eating things in the wasteland.
However, Junji Jun was indifferent to his words.
Save the file?
What do you need that thing for.
Human things are just weak!
"Oh, it's nothing if you don't have a save file. You'll know after playing this game for a long time that the level is actually just a very small part of all the elements of this game, just like the dragon in Elder Scrolls 5, the wizard in Gwent 3 and the rainbow in Rainbow Six."
"Pfft, what the hell is the rainbow in Rainbow Six!"
The garbage picker 99 said proudly: "It's the same idea. What the hell is the sequence level in Wasteland OL? Is it very important? Does my low level affect my pretense? Is the NPC here not realistic enough? Or is it not exciting enough to let you live again with another identity?"
"Oh... I really envy you alien players." I want to say quietly with envy.
If you are an alien player, you can probably walk freely in the wasteland.
After all, most aliens will walk around when they see the death claws, and ordinary survivors will rarely provoke them when they see them.
"Danding, this is like a QQ with consecutive numbers. That is the treatment that only the European emperor can have." Looking at the envious expression of this newbie, Garbage Jun laughed, but tears were flowing in his heart.
He is very strong.
And there is no doubt that he is very strong.
But unfortunately, no matter how strong he is, he has no penis.
At least he has a group of spiritual wives, but he will only be laughed at by other Deathclaws.
Yes.
Other Deathclaws look down on him as a "stunted" guy from the bottom of their hearts, even White Bear can be liked by other local bears because of his white hair.
Every time he thinks of Neeko's contemptuous eyes, he is so angry that he grimaces, but he can't do anything.
Damn it...
This damn game setting!
It is precisely because of this that when the new mayor of Dust Town carefully asked him if he wanted to prepare a priestess to serve the gods for the ancestral temple, he almost refused without hesitation.
Just kidding.
I was the one who started the fight, why should the new guy next to me enjoy it!
The tail of this feudal era must be cut off!
At this moment, Jingjing didn't know what wonderful show he missed. His attention was completely attracted by the rats that slipped in from the door.
I saw a fat rat, calling a few rat brothers, carrying a sack in and throwing it on the ground.
Jingjing walked forward, opened the mouth of the sack and took a look inside, and was immediately numbed by the stench that hit her face.
"Damn!? What is this? It stinks!"
"Emerald fruit! The locals call this thing, it grows on a kind of tree, and it is said that eating it can cure all diseases," Qiangrensuan raised his slender arm to wipe the sweat, shaking his long beard and said, "Go to hell and get this thing back, and I'll kill several of my brothers."
It is the nature of rats to be sneaky and cunning. Those little rats who succumb to his force do not completely listen to his orders, especially in places out of his sight.
Cheating is a common thing, not to mention cheating, his "harem" often gets pregnant suddenly for no apparent reason.
In the end, the one who obeys his orders the most is not the pure mouse, but a groundhog who has been with him for a long time.
Since he ordered a set of steel claws from Mosquito to install on that grandson, it has bitten many traitors in the tribe to death for him.
Resisting the stench, I quietly opened the sack again and studied the emerald fruit inside. He found that it was not the fruit itself that smelled, but the layer of dark green mucus attached to the surface of the fruit and the soil soaked in green.
Junji also stared at the things in the sack curiously for a while, and then looked at the fat mouse sitting on the stool to rest.
"Don't you have an iron stomach? Take a bite."
"Get lost! I have an iron stomach, but it doesn't mean I have a high resistance to poison!" Qiangrensuonan rolled his eyes, "You have a good physique, why don't you take a bite!"
Ji Lajun chuckled and scratched his head with his thick claws.
"My good physique doesn't mean I like to eat shit... Let's be frank, I can see that this thing doesn't look like a good thing!"
Looking at the green.
As a pure love warrior, he felt physically uncomfortable.
Qiangrensuonan coughed lightly.
"In short... the information is accurate, just as the patient confessed, this thing suddenly appeared in Hope Town. At first, only a few people planted this fruit, and later the land that had been planted with fruit trees could only plant this thing, and the local landlords were greedy for this thing to sell for money, so more and more people planted it."
I want to ask quietly curiously.
"Is this thing expensive?"
Qiangrensuonan continued.
"It's definitely more expensive than food. Although there aren't many merchants, I heard from the local survivors that they did plant it for money at first, but as they planted it, they felt that it didn't matter whether they made money or not... After eating it, you won't be afraid of illness, you don't need to wear clothes, you don't need to suffer from the cold, and you can see the paradise. Money is like dirt in front of it."
Hearing this, Jingjing's expression gradually became serious.
"If you eat this thing, you will lose all hope... This thing is undoubtedly poisonous."
"Nonsense, do you need to tell me that?" Patting the back of the newbie's head, Garbage King looked at Qiangren Suonan and asked, "So this thing came out of that Hope Town?"
To his surprise, Qiangren Suonan shook his head.
"No, they also got the tree species from others. It is said that... the first fruit tree seedling came from a mutant tribe called 'Qi', in an abandoned urban area about 20 kilometers away from us."
I want to be quiet and open my eyes wide when I hear that.
"Mutants?!"
The strong man laughed.
"Surprised, right... But if you look at the observation and description of mutants on the official website, it's not difficult to understand."
"Mutants are a special group. In the first stage, they will live in tribes and obtain food and reproduce through "hunting". In the second stage, they will breed a certain "civilization" from violence. The specific manifestation is the birth of the concepts of "farming" and "captivity", such as planting mutant fruits as food, raising a certain number of human females and a small number of males, allowing livestock to reproduce autonomously, and then "using" and slaughtering them in a planned way. I heard that there is a third stage, but this is just a guess at present."
"The "Black Stone" tribe discovered by other players in the Great Desert before is probably between the first and second stages, and this "Qi" is probably in the late second stage, and is even transitioning to the third stage..."
Trash touched his chin.
"What about the evidence?"
"Evidence? Isn't it obvious? I heard that there are tens of thousands of mutants there, even tens of thousands! It is impossible to maintain a group of 10,000 people by violence alone. They must have given birth to something else... just like Gul'dan of the orcs." As he spoke, excitement flashed in his eyes.
Perhaps he could learn from some sociological experience and find a way to build a huge rat empire.
I thought Jingjing's expression became serious.
"... This is not a small problem. The mutant tribe of tens of thousands of people is only 20 kilometers away from us, but we have been here for so long and have not heard any news."
Jun Laji also nodded and said seriously.
"Well, this group of mutants are not interested in plundering the surrounding small villages. This is too abnormal..."
Whether anyone cares or not, they have to synchronize this noteworthy news to the official website of "Wasteland OL".
Whether it is a story about "strange".
Or about that strange "Emerald Fruit"...
...
Just when the "pioneers" in the south were having a headache about how to deal with the patients in the village and how to send the samples of "Emerald Fruit" back to the Alliance for testing, the preparations for the triumphal celebration had entered the final countdown.
The streets and alleys were decorated with lights and people were bustling on the streets. The holiday started yesterday. The shops on the street started discount promotions one after another. The stalls in the market were more than doubled than before.
The stalls were not only for the local residents of Dawn City, but also for merchants from other survivor settlements such as Dawn City, Fallen Leaf City, and even Garbage City, Red River Alliance, etc.
The dazzling array of goods and business opportunities everywhere not only turned Dawn City into a living exhibition center, but also made silver coins a hot commodity in the eyes of countless merchants passing by.
Only those who come here and want to come again will keep silver coins in their pockets as currency. Looking at the warehouses and shelves filled with supplies, people have no doubt that the purchasing power of silver coins will remain as strong as ever in the future.
Especially as the residents of the shelters return from the front line, they not only bring the rare treasures of Luoxia Province, but also bring back the excitement they took away from here a few months ago.
Since the large army went to Luoxia Province, Shuguang City has not been as lively as it is today for a long time.
Such a grand occasion can be described as "all nations come to pay tribute"!
"It's so lively here!"
Looking at the people coming and going around, Alyssa was as excited as a bird out of a cage. Her pale face, which had not seen the sun for a long time, was now flushed with excitement.
Looking at his cheerful daughter, Melvin couldn't help but smile with relief.
"So you have to hold on to your father's hand."
"Yes!"
Alyssa nodded vigorously and held her father's hand tightly.
This was her first time in Dawn City.
Although it was only more than 20 kilometers away from their home, at least 10 kilometers of the road was difficult to walk.
For these 10 kilometers, his father brought at least 50 bodyguards, and the silent uncle seemed to be a cyborg produced by Giant Stone Military Industry.
Since she entered this settlement, she has been looking around curiously.
Everything here is full of novelty to her.
Those men and women who were picking and choosing on the street and the salesmen who greeted her with smiles were actually not much older than her. Most of them were 17 or 18 years old, and it was rare to see old faces.
When passing by a stall, she couldn't help but stop and her eyes stopped on a beautiful hair.
To be precise, it was a fishbone-shaped hairpin pinned on that hair.
The small fish bone looked like it had been gnawed by a cat, and it was very adorable. And in the shops in Boulder City, she had never seen such a cute accessory.
The sister wearing the hairpin was also very beautiful.
Her skin color was slightly darker, like wheat in the autumn sun, with a wild charm, but the smile on her face was gentle, forming a sharp contrast with her skin color.
Noticing Alyssa's gaze, Qiu Cao immediately realized that she was looking at the hairpin on her head, so she smiled slightly and looked at the little customer and said.
"Do you like it?"
Alyssa nodded.
"Yes, I like it..."
Qiucao blinked and looked at the cute girl in front of her.
"Because the customer is very cute, it only costs 1 silver coin."
So cheap!
And...
This sister speaks very nicely.
Alyssa's cheeks flushed, and she always felt that if she didn't pay, she would be a little sorry for this sister, so she looked at her father pleadingly and pulled his sleeve.
Seeing his daughter like it so much, Melvin, who originally thought that the hairpin was a bit cheap, didn't say anything, and waved to his bodyguard with a smile.
The latter nodded silently, took out a silver coin from his arms and put it on the stall, completing the transaction.
Melvin looked at his joyful daughter and warned her.
"Don't wear it in front of your mother."
"Yes!"
Alyssa nodded obediently.
Melvin smiled and rubbed her hair, picked up the hairpin in her hand, and personally helped his daughter pin it on one side of her hair.
The delicate and small fish bone with a head of golden hair is very cute.
Of course, he knew very well that this was not because of how cute the hairpin was or how skilled the country folk in the northern suburbs were, but because his daughter had noble blood flowing in her blood.
Their destination for this trip was the most magnificent Embassy Street in Dawn City. He had already booked a VIP suite at the Ideal Hotel on that street in advance.
That is the most famous hotel in the area. It was invested and built by Ideal Group. It only supports Cr payment and is mainly for residents visiting Ideal City, but others can also book it if they can afford Cr.
The whole hotel has 20 floors, which stands out in Dawn City. The full set of furniture and even the cement for repairing the walls are shipped from Ideal City. The waiters are 100 android maids produced by Kangmao Group.
Whether it is living or talking about things, it is the first choice.
The Alliance's cameras are running around in the sky, but they will never drill into the hotel in Ideal City. He knows this very well.
On the way to the hotel, Alyssa looked around curiously and suddenly said something.
"Why do they all look so happy?"
Melvin said with a smile.
"Because the celebration is coming soon."
"What about us?" Alyssa tilted her head and looked at her father, "Why don't we also have a celebration? There will be a lot of interesting things."
"We?" Melvin was stunned for a moment, then he restored the smile on his face, looked at his daughter and said gently, "We don't need that kind of thing, there will be a lot of interesting things, remember the store I took you to?"
"Is it in the inner city?"
"Yes, all the good things in the whole settlement are there, we can even buy the bionic prosthesis imported from the ideal city, there is no need to go to the market to compete with those people."
Noticing that his daughter's expression was slightly regretful, Melvin touched her head lovingly.
"My child, how can you envy those people... It's just a hairpin. If you like, I can ask someone to make you any kind of hairpin, and it's a unique style. You should know that your life is much better than theirs."
Alyssa said sullenly.
"But in Boulder City, people always look down when they look at us."
Melven sighed and said patiently.
"That's because they respect us."
Alyssa looked at her father in confusion.
"But... you can't see their eyes, how do you know whether they have respect or hatred in their eyes?"
Hate?
Melven frowned.
"Who taught you these things."
He was really angry this time.
He had always been very careful to maintain the beautiful world in her daughter's heart. He didn't expect to live in that beautiful world, but he at least hoped that his beloved little daughter would never come into contact with the things he usually came into contact with for the rest of her life.
But there was always something annoying that got into his house and blew away the curtains he hung again and again.
Hatred?
How could that word appear in his daughter's dictionary!
Seeing her father's unhappy look, Alyssa closed her mouth, a trace of fear appeared on her face, she dared not say anything, and did not answer.
Realizing that his expression frightened his daughter, Melvin quickly put on a warm smile and touched her beautiful hair lovingly.
"My dear daughter... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to emphasize my tone. Please forgive Dad for occasionally bringing negative emotions from work back home. Please believe Dad, Dad will never hurt you."
After a pause, he said patiently.
"Your shoes, skirts, and beautiful dolls are not made out of thin air. The world has been destroyed for a long time. Those humble guys worked hard to present all the beauty to you, not because they love you as much as Dad does, but because of your dad, Uncle Du Long, and those shareholders who support us... all of us work together. You don't need to sympathize with those losers with bleak lives. If you really understand them, you will know that those people are not worthy of sympathy at all... Starting tomorrow, you don't need to read the "Survivor Daily"."
Maybe I should say hello to Du Long after I go back.
He supports those newspapers, radio and other entertainments. For example, Mr. House's channel is very good. In addition to teasing the ugly wastelanders to relieve boredom, he also teaches the surrounding survivor settlements to grow some economic crops... But the premise is that these things must be entertainment.
But now it seems that "Survivor Daily" is obviously not that kind of thing.
Although the sub-publications of "Playboy" are all some provocative and imaginative borderline balls, those harmless jokes always make him feel that he is the one who is offended after laughing. Are the nobles in the inner city so impatient? What kind of beauties have they not seen? How could they get angry because they can't tear the stockings made of devil silk!
What's more hateful is "Workers' Newspaper". Why are those serialized novels all about the rise of poor grassroots? Don't those guys who are brain-damaged by beer know that this is illogical? No matter how powerful a mercenary is, he is still a lackey even if he is full of it. Even if he is an awakener, what can he do? Can he bump fists with power armor?
Thinking of the workers holding the same newspaper, Melvin suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
Maybe his daughter was right.
How could he know whether the hidden look in those people's eyes was love or hate? People are much more complicated than mutants.
But this matter can be delayed.
The most urgent thing he needs to solve is the circulation of chips.
They have earned too much "local currency".
This won't do!
The essence of trade is mutual benefit, but now it seems that only the alliance can drink beer, and they drink a belly full of foam.
There must be a stable channel to exchange excess chips for silver coins, or better yet, skip the garbage silver coins and exchange them directly for Cr!
If this problem can be solved, all the nobles in the inner city will thank him, even if they are not his core customers!
No matter how life in the inner city is, it can't be more comfortable than the ideal city.
If they could exchange a large amount of chips for Cr, they could take the Cr they exchanged for the chips and go to Ideal City to live a fairy-like life that they had never dared to imagine before. The factories in Boulder City were running non-stop, and the excess chips flowed into a pool that never dried up.
Thank God, the Alliance did what he wanted to do most in his life but had no chance to do - solving the Cr exchange problem.
It was not the exchange of listing and consignment like the exchange at the exchange.
The soup and water spilled by those merchants when they shook the bottles were not enough for them to share, and he had to control the market carefully even to raise tuition for his son.
But the enterprises were too generous to the Alliance.
I heard that the profiteers on the East Coast gave the Alliance a preferential exchange rate of 1:3 in order to support the Alliance! 3 silver coins can be exchanged for 1 point of Cr!
It is not clear what the upper limit of the exchange is, but even if it is only one hundred million, it is enough for the nobles in the inner city to dance with joy.
Boulder City was also a victorious country, so he had to help the residents of Boulder City get a share of this real honeypot!
The alliance would become a bridge!
Just at this moment, he met an unexpected person at the entrance of Embassy Street.
He could guess who it was without asking because of the iconic azure power armor!
Motioning the bodyguards behind him to stay where they were, Melvin immediately walked up with his daughter and greeted them cheerfully.
"Dear Mr. Manager, I'm glad to meet you here!"
Hearing someone calling his name, Chu Guang turned around and saw a man with a grand appearance holding a little girl, greeting him.
"Who are you?"
"I am Melvin, the president of Boulder City Bank! I have heard of you for a long time!" Melvin performed a noble etiquette gracefully, looked at Chu Guang with a smile, and introduced his little daughter beside him, "This is my daughter, Alyssa... Alyssa, say hello to this gentleman."
"Hello, dear Mr. Manager," Alyssa imitated her father's actions and performed an elegant etiquette, looking at Chu Guang and blinking, "You look much younger than the legend, I thought you and my father were of the same generation."
Chu Guang laughed at the words, looked at the little girl, and said in a joking tone.
"It seems that I am not mature enough. I need to learn more from your father."
"You are joking!" Melvin took over the conversation from his daughter with ease and said respectfully, "Of all the settlement leaders I have met, you are the one who impressed me the most. Please forgive my rudeness."
"How can it be rude? Youth is the morning sunshine and the hope shining on the door of the shelter. This should be the best compliment," looking at the little girl with a blushing face, Chu Guang smiled gently and said, "I have a hunch that you have a pair of smart eyes and you should become a very outstanding person."
Alyssa's eyes lit up and she said flattered.
"Really?"
"Of course," Chu Guang nodded, glanced at her hairpin, and said with a smile, "Your hairpin is very beautiful."
"I hope my daughter can live a peaceful life," Melvin smiled, looked at Chu Guang and continued, "I came here to send you congratulations from all the shareholders of Boulder City Bank. Congratulations on your victory over that barbaric legion and bringing the light of order to the River Valley Province! Our future is unprecedentedly bright! Common light!"
Chu Guang also smiled and said politely.
"Thank you, on behalf of the residents of the alliance, I thank you for your blessings, and welcome you to visit Dawn City. There are fine wines and delicious food to welcome friends. Everyone who comes is a guest and a friend!"
This is also the first time Chu Guang has seen Melvin. Before, it was Luca who was communicating with him, and he did not participate.
In fact, this encounter itself was also a coincidence. He just went to Embassy Street to visit and comfort Yi Chuan who was still missing his brother. By the way, he found Li Changkong, the representative of Ideal Group, to discuss the recent infrastructure projects.
He now holds a subsidy of 1 billion Cr, and the five major groups are very interested in the money allocated to him by the Council.
While Chu Guang was curiously looking at the richest man in Giant Stone City, Melvin was also carefully observing the man in front of him.
Young, tall, and full of energy, this guy has everything he envied... especially those eyes that were as sharp as a torch.
He didn't know what the man was thinking, but when he looked at that person, he couldn't help but want to move his eyes away.
Sometimes he couldn't help but think that it would be better if his eldest daughter and second daughter didn't get married.
Betting on both sides is a good choice.
With the "appreciation" of the inner city nobles for this political strongman who can help them make a fortune, even if he behaved a little shaky, they would feel that he was pretending to be submissive for the benefit of everyone. After all, it takes a little courage to marry a noble bloodline to the land of the barbarians.
"Well... I'll be taking my daughter to the hotel in a while. I want to talk to you alone later. Is it convenient for you?" Melvin knew that his time was precious, and he was embarrassed to delay him for too long.
According to the procedure, he had to talk to Luca first, and then make an appointment with this gentleman for negotiation. This is a procedure and a courtesy.
Chu Guang smiled and nodded.
"Of course, but it may be difficult before the celebration... Can it wait until after the celebration?"
He couldn't wait to put the bonds into the pocket of the pot-bellied man in front of him, but before that he had to make some necessary preparations.
Preparations that could help him sell the bonds at a better price.
After all, talking about this now would make him misunderstand that he was in urgent need of money... This must not be shown.
Melvin was slightly stunned.
Chu Guang's reaction was indeed beyond his expectations.
He thought Chu Guang would make an appointment right away, but he was not in a hurry at all, as if he had already known the principal and interest of the 10 million chips to be paid.
That's 10 million chips.
At least 50 chips are spread out to each resident of the alliance.
Is this guy going to default on his debt?
Melvin had a grumble in his heart. Although he instinctively felt that this was unlikely, an ambitious guy would not do such a short-sighted thing, but he couldn't help but wonder where this guy was going to get the money from.
Chips are not printed randomly.
After all, that thing was made by the casino before the war.
"Okay, then I'll follow your arrangement!" Melvin patted his daughter's back gently and said with a smile, "It just so happens that I'm taking little Alyssa for a walk nearby... I've been in meetings these days, and I haven't spent time with my baby daughter for too long."
Looking at the father and daughter, Chu Guang smiled and nodded and said.
"Well, I wish you a good time at the celebration."