"...Oh, another big fish has taken the bait."
A small house by Linghu Lake.
Glancing at the lines and numbers jumping on the trader, Fang Chang, who was sitting at the table reading a newspaper, curled up his lips.
Just now, someone injected five million chips into the market.
Although it was bought in small orders, he could tell at a glance that those small orders were all from the same person.
In order to facilitate these gamblers to play zero-sum games and reduce the friction loss of "chips", he didn't even set the transaction fee.
And the guy who had known him for less than a month did not disappoint his expectations. There were already a thousand people entering the S coin trading platform.
If his guess was correct, these thousand people covered at least more than half of the nobles and their relatives in the inner city, and most of these people bought in without even reading what was written in the electronic contract.
With the help of the nobles, this easy-to-participate game of passing the parcel will soon be transmitted to the next level like a chain reaction - the Queen of the Night bar, which is full of luxury and extravagance, and will also pull in some of the dancers on the stage and the mercenaries and merchants wandering under the stage.
These people are definitely the high-income group in Boulder City, and the chips in their pockets can reach four digits, or even five, six, or seven digits!
As for bank clerks, city hall salesmen, and boutique designers in tailor shops... Although these middle-income groups do not have enough wealth and their deposits are only five digits, their desire for wealth is the most amazing.
It's a pity that Boulder City really doesn't have much money to squeeze, otherwise the final ending must be very exciting.
As the developer of the trading system, he can see the cards in the hands of everyone at the table, and he doesn't even need to stare at their trading behavior to guess.
But to be honest, it's meaningless to make money from these people.
After all, it is well known that bullying fools is immoral.
"Wow, how many newspapers have you subscribed to?" There was a noise at the entrance, and Dolly came in with a pile of newspapers.
"I've subscribed to all that I can," Fang Chang said with a smile, standing up and taking the pile of newspapers from her hands, "Isn't this supporting Miss Investigator's career?"
"I'm a reporter!" Dolly stared at him curiously and blinked, "Also, what exactly is an Investigator? I thought it was a guard of the Alliance, but when I asked everyone, they said they had never heard of it."
Upon hearing this, Fang Chang's face turned green, and he almost choked to death on his saliva. He coughed twice in a hurry and said.
"Cough! You, don't ask around anymore! I'll tell you later..."
Help!
He doesn't want to die!
Seeing a big bad guy looking at her pleadingly, Dolly raised the corners of her lips proudly, but she didn't intend to let him go.
"Pin it!" She stretched out her little finger.
"Pin...pink." Fang Chang also stretched out his hand in embarrassment, but when he thought about explaining it to her later, he couldn't help blushing.
How to explain this thing?
Can't mention the things in the other world...
Can't, the movie... No, it's too dirty! And the data transmission must be reviewed, A Guang will definitely see it!
By the way, do things like this really have to be so formal!
And pinky promises...
However, Dolly was still as easy to coax as always, and didn't wonder why he blushed. After pinky promises, she sat across the table with satisfaction and enjoyed breakfast happily.
Fang Chang also picked up a bun and put it in his mouth and took a bite to cool down his uncalm emotions, then cast his eyes on the tall pile of newspapers beside the table and shifted his attention to it.
Speaking of which, "Survivor Daily" has recently added a series of sub-publications.
Including "Workers' Newspaper", "Agriculture Newspaper", "Fashion Weekly" and so on...
The outflow industry of Boulder City has injected fresh blood into the Alliance, and "Survivor Daily" is just a microcosm and the easiest to see directly.
The greatest wealth left by the prosperous era is not the black box, but the human language.
Even though the names on the wasteland are all kinds of strange, there are people called tables, stools, wrenches and hammers, and there are also people called Li Lei and Han Meimei, but everyone speaks the same language, but the pronunciation is slightly different, so cultural exchanges and the spread of ideas are not as many obstacles as in the real world.
It is precisely because of this that the effects of industrial transfer and population siphoning will be amplified. This should have been a slow and long-lasting process, but now it is as crazy as a free fall.
But he will not sympathize with those people.
Arrogance is the greatest original sin.
Those nobles are not only arrogant, but also greedy. The money printing machine that should have served more than 500,000 people has become an ATM for a few VIPs. They obviously have no foreign exchange reserves but still want to play the debt game with the Alliance.
Who else should I cut off if not you?
I'm afraid their ancestors didn't expect that the chips, which were invented to stop the survivors in the wasteland from bartering, would be moved around like toys by their descendants.
If the nobles of Boulder City didn't make so much money in their own currency, and lent chips to the Alliance while allocating some silver coins or silver-priced assets, it would be difficult for the Alliance to cut their leeks. The bond of trade would really tie the two sides together and become partners who would die together.
But this is also hindsight.
The managers saw through the nature of these guys from the beginning, so they never gave in on the issue of "opening up the free exchange of silver coins and chips". The Boulder City Bank may have gradually realized the danger, but it was too late to realize it.
In fact, the kind managers gave them a chance.
Until the end, these gamblers had the opportunity to step on the brakes and stop.
As long as Melvin can suppress inflation within five years, let the alliance pass the initial stage of development, and open up the free exchange of chips and silver coins, the bubbles accumulated in the giant wall can be squeezed out naturally. If the alliance wants to become bigger and stronger, it will definitely not play any tricks of breach of contract. It is not the turn of the alliance to judge their private morality. That is the business of the residents of Boulder City.
However, the gamblers wanted to win too much, and they wanted to be the only winner too much, so that this game that could have been played forever turned into a "both high and low, and life and death" arena.
If it is a ring, then someone must die.
This is a war, and it has already begun.
But it is different from a hot war.
Often when most people come to their senses, it has ended quietly. People will gradually realize what they have lost in this war when they look back.
It's a pity that there are still too few financial instruments in this game, otherwise shorting chips can make a lot of money.
In this way, he is financially free not only in reality but also in the game...
"What on earth is this thing?"
Noticing the trader on the table, Dolly curiously reached out and picked it up. She stared at it for a while but didn't understand it. She muttered, "You've been staring at it since morning."
Without hiding anything, Fang Chang, who regained his usual composure, smiled and said softly.
"It's a tool for bad guys to commit crimes. Good kids shouldn't touch it."
"... Tool for committing crimes?"
"Yeah."
Looking at the confused Dolly, Fang Chang continued to tease.
"For example... there is a button for clearing the warehouse. If you press it, several people will die in the inner city not far from here."
"Do you want to try it?"
Although this would not maximize the benefits, and his chips in the inner city bank would be frozen, he didn't really care about those virtual things.
Originally, the plan was just to verify the conjecture in his heart.
It's not a bad idea to make the beauty smile.
But Dolly couldn't laugh. Instead, she was frightened by his words and hurriedly put the dangerous thing back on the table.
"Is it true... Is this so scary?" Looking at Fang Chang's calm smile, Dolly's eyes gradually showed suspicion and raised her eyebrows.
She always felt that this guy was teasing her again.
"Of course it's true, and conservatively estimated... there may be more than a few dead."
Reaching out and rubbing the emerald green hair, Fang Chang looked at the doubtful eyes and smiled gently.
"I haven't 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."
"...I mean! So disgusting!"
Dolly blushed and jumped aside.
Although she said so, she still couldn't help but feel sweet in her heart.
She herself has decided to turn the page, but he still remembers it...
Seeing that the look didn't seem to be joking, Dolly hesitated and whispered.
"Actually, I don't hate those people that much anymore, so don't deliberately retaliate against them. Anyway, I won't go back... But then again, you actually hold a grudge like that."
"It's not holding a grudge, it's called..." Not very good at saying cheesy love words, Fang Chang thought for a while, smiled and continued, "It's called I remember everything you did."
The routine that would be frowned on in reality unexpectedly works in the wasteland.
Dolly's cheeks flushed red, and she hurriedly picked up the briefcase on the chair and rushed to the door like a frightened little animal.
"I, I, I, I'm going to work!"
Looking at the clanging entrance, Fang Chang couldn't help but smile, and his eyes returned to the newspaper in his hand.
When he saw the report on the recent situation in Boulder City, he shook his head and complained to himself.
"These days... there are too many fools, and there are not enough liars."
The editor of the Economic News made up a joke to tease his neighbors. A merchant from the Alliance went to a restaurant in Boulder City to eat and found that people were paying with paper. He was shocked and asked where were their chips? The waiter proudly told him that it was popular to pay with IOUs now, and then took out a small receipt with a string of zeros.
The merchant from the Alliance searched his pockets and couldn't find so many chips, so he had an idea and tore off a napkin to write a longer string of zeros and bought the entire restaurant.
This is obviously a spoof submission by players.
And most of them are players who are doing tasks in Boulder City and ask players from the Alliance to submit on their behalf. However, it also reflects what is happening in Boulder City from the side, and what's more interesting is that when they should be most alert, they stab themselves and bury their heads in the sand like ostriches.
Some residents of Boulder City believed Mr. House's tone and thought that the nobles must have a way. There was not only a real research institute in the inner city, but also a think tank of a division. However, when discussing, everyone would close the door and whisper, so as not to be heard by the hyenas in the wasteland.
After laughing, Fang Chang became a little serious.
One problem that cannot be ignored is that the Alliance does not have a complete "Financial Law" at present. It only has some similar regulations in the player manual that other games have, restricting players from using illegal means to defraud ill-gotten gains from the Alliance's NPCs or other players.
However, the scale of the game is getting bigger and bigger now, and both the number of players and the number of NPCs are increasing rapidly. It is possible that a few black sheep who attack their own people will sneak in and let the Alliance repeat the mistakes of Boulder City.
He loves this group more than anyone else. After all, the first brick here was burned by him and everyone, and this land is covered with their blood.
For the common interests of everyone, he must do something.
With a slight movement in his heart, Fang Chang's mouth curled up a smile.
"Speaking of which... Beta 0.5 version has just updated 'Public Affairs'."
I'll draft a proposal on the "Financial Law" later...
...
Time passed day by day, and soon it was December.
At least one thing Mr. House did not lie about, this winter is 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 families.
The performance of the cannery has improved, which is a good sign, indicating that some of the survivors in the outer city have become rich.
For example, the tutor that Melvin hired for his little daughter has recently worn Death Claw leather shoes.
Since discovering that the Alliance gave a Death Claw back to each survivor force that went to the celebration to congratulate, the inner city nobles' pursuit of Death Claws has suddenly become less intense.
Maybe...
Only the Ideal City is worthy of being the eternal god in their hearts.
Sberg couldn't help but grumble in his heart, maybe his novel should also keep up with the times, and change the material of the centurion's shoes from death claws to something else to highlight the identity of this great man.
How about the mutant's scalp?
He didn't have enough imagination.
Apart from the bizarre and diverse "evolutionary bodies", I really can't think of any other species in the wasteland that is more terrifying than the death claws and has enough numbers.
In short, everything seems to be getting better slowly.
Sberg felt more comforted in his heart, maybe one day in the future this favor will be rolled up on his head.
The only thing that made him a little sad was that this month Mr. Weijia wanted to use the IOU Lake to mess with them again, making everyone angry, and even Kent scolded a few shameless profiteers, who simply didn't give people a way to live.
Later, something happened. Someone secretly removed the wire of the slicer. Others were bad enough to keep silent and pretend not to see it, which caused their production line to waste a whole line of cans, which made their boss Weijia's nose crooked.
Of course, the bad guy was caught. I heard that someone exposed him.
But no matter what, thanks to him, Weijia was a little more careful with them and did not default on the interest last month, although it was only some unsold nutritional paste...
Sberg was a little depressed.
He had imagined that the boss would give them those dried and waste cans, but what he didn't expect was that his boss would rather pour those things in front of them than give them a share, and even let people urinate on those precious grains.
On that day, Mr. House's broadcast had an additional advertisement-the Good Taste Food Processing Factory would rather destroy defective products than let a single inferior can flow into the market.
Fortunately, there was only one bad thing that affected my mood. After all, there were more good things than bad things.
In order to listen to the story of the awakened Bol, more and more workers gathered at the door of the Walnut Brewery.
And they were not only from Mr. Weijia's factory, but also from the steel plant, the sawmill, and even engineers from the weapon assembly station... It turned out that those truly educated good people also loved to listen to their stories and expressed sympathy for their experiences.
The engineer was not tall, and his left eye was an electronic eye produced by Giant Stone Military Industry. He was a generous person and occasionally invited everyone to have a drink... although it was just low-quality watered-down beer.
One day he drank too much and yelled that when Giant Stone Military Industry dared to use IOU Lake to mess with him one day, he would definitely not keep silent. He swore to put more gunpowder in each shell and add some sticky lake syrup.
That was no joke.
Sperger stopped reading the story and immediately covered his mouth, hoping that he would not do anything stupid. The early spring tide was no joke.
A cold winter can only freeze a few poor people to death.
When a warm winter comes, the next spring will be like hell...
"That's great."
After listening to him read the content of the Workers' Daily, a young man showed an envious expression on his face and couldn't help muttering in a low voice.
"It would be great if we also had managers."
He saw through it.
Those profiteers would not consciously take out the things in their pockets and give them to them unless someone pointed a gun at them and forced them to change.
Hearing the young man's muttering, Sberg couldn't help but curl up his lips.
Everyone here has heard him read the reply from the editor-in-chief of the Survivor Daily. The manager not only invited him to visit the Alliance, but also promised to let him try on the power armor.
What an approachable adult.
"Next year, when the wave is over, let's go there together. I heard that the northern predators are almost killed by those blue coats."
Hearing this, everyone looked at each other and whispered.
"But I heard they only give silver coins, not chips..."
"What does it matter? I heard the dancers at the Queen of the Night bar all accept silver coins!"
"That's right!" A bearded man cursed, "No matter what you give, it's better than an IOU!"
Some people also showed a worried look.
"But what about the wave next year? Will we come back to hide?"
The old fitter nodded and said nervously.
"I heard the wave will sweep the entire wasteland, leaving no grass wherever it passes..."
If it weren't for the pressure of life, no one would be willing to leave the giant wall. After all, they have to give 1~2 chips to come back, depending on the mood of the uncle at the door.
If they were not afraid of the aliens and predators outside, they would have become mercenaries long ago, and would not have stayed in the factory to work honestly.
Those who stayed were all honest people.
They have been like this for generations.
Sberg also had the same concerns, so he mentioned in his reply that he would save some money for the trip before going there.
The twenty or thirty kilometers of road were not easy to walk. There was no telling what dangers were hidden in the concrete ruins. He had never seen those mutant hyenas that ate raw meat and drank blood, but he had seen President Melvin with a large number of bodyguards when he visited.
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 one issue of the "Survivor Daily" mentioned that those gnawers were the fruiting bodies of a mutant slime mold, and that mutant slime mold had something called self-limiting. Anyway, they can't expand after expanding to a certain scale. The wave in the suburbs is probably not as exaggerated as in the city. Otherwise, how did the survivors in the northern suburbs survive? They didn't jump out of the cement cracks."
Everyone looked at each other when they heard this, and Sperger also showed a surprised expression.
This is indeed his blind spot in knowledge.
He has been staring at the "Workers' Daily" and treating it as his own, so much so that he forgot that there is also a "Survivor Daily" and "Mercenary News", which share some common sense and experience in the wasteland.
Apparently, the engineer of the Giant Stone Military Industry was a reader of the main issue of the Survivor Daily, and had just read that issue.
The surprised expression turned into excitement, and Sberg clenched his fists excitedly, looking at the workers crowded at the entrance of the beer hall and said.
"Great! Since the wasteland is not that scary, let's go and have a look together in the spring of next year!"
It's really good to have more people!
As long as there is one person willing to tell everyone what he knows, the united workers will become more and more knowledgeable, and knowledge is power.
However, at this time, a group of ferocious guards came not far away, and Sberg's face changed slightly when he saw those people.
The leader was Phyllis, the head of the guards in the industrial zone, and next to him was the security captain Alec and his "old friend" Kent.
"What are you doing here? Do you want to rebel?" Phyllis roared and drove away the drunkards who were surrounding the entrance of the tavern with a stick.
Sberg looked at the tavern owner Tang, who shook his head palely.
"I didn't call him..."
Before he finished speaking, Kent suddenly rushed out, grabbed Sberg's collar like a hero, and looked at the security captain Alec excitedly.
"It's this guy! He makes noise here every day! Reading his disgusting... Boll's story."
Sberg immediately got angry, and he plucked up his courage and glared at him and scolded him.
"I read my book in front of your house? What's wrong with you?"
I didn't expect this coward to dare to talk back to me. Kent was about to spit at him, but when he saw the workers around him looking at him silently, his heart trembled.
"It's... in the way! Awakened, how can the awakened defeat the power armor? You are talking nonsense and hurting people! Childish! Vulgar!" However, he didn't have much knowledge, and he couldn't speak any great truths. He could only read Mr. House's words again, and then looked at Alec for help.
He swore.
If it was the illegitimate son of the city lord who beat up the Alliance's power armor, he would definitely not have any opinions, and would excitedly shoot at the wall... However, the bad thing is these dogs. Why do they have to write about what these poor people like to read? Can't they write according to their own favorite routines?
Kent was so angry that his teeth hurt.
Alec was not interested in the barking of a few wild dogs. Whether it was Kent or Sberg, they were the same in his eyes.
Just poor and incompetent people.
Later, he would go to the Queen of the Night bar to support his boss and his mistress. His drinking capacity was an indispensable pastime at the party. He just wanted to get this over with quickly, so he looked at Phyllis and said softly.
"These people get together and shout loudly every day. It's possible that the problem of our assembly line that day was caused by their discussion."
"Respected captain of the guard, please take care of it."
Phyllis looked down on the captain of the security guard of a mere factory, but Alex's boss was Weijia, and Weijia's boss was the famous Sid.
That man was incredible.
However, he couldn't arrest people for no reason, otherwise he would be abandoned by the big guys and thrown to these poor ghosts to vent their anger.
So he looked around with his little eyes and glimpsed the newspaper on the table. He immediately shouted loudly, as if he had found something precious.
"What is that?"
Without waiting for others to answer.
Phyllis strode forward, took the newspaper in his hand and unfolded it, and scanned the surroundings with a sinister and arrogant look.
It was as if he was holding a sword in his hand.
"Workers' Newspaper! The City Hall has banned this thing!"
"This is not the previous one!" The engineer on the side couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but argue, "This is a sub-publication of the Alliance's Survivor Daily, the two are completely different!"
"Haha, the Alliance's... the crime is even worse!" Phyllis glanced at the pale Sberg jokingly, and his face gradually turned cold.
"Take this traitor away!"
Several guards stepped forward, regardless of Sberg's struggle 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 chip to Kent as a reward, then waved his hand and left with a few thugs.
Kent excitedly grabbed the chip.
He bowed and thanked Alec, then looked at the back of Sperger who was taken away and cursed.
"Good catch! Damn traitor!"
The voice was particularly conspicuous in the crowd.
Because it was only his voice.
Kent couldn't help but panic, instinctively hid the chips in his hand, looked nervously at the pairs of eyes staring at him, and took a step back.
"Why are you...looking at me? I...I'm doing this for your own good! You don't want to lose your job because of that despicable guy-"
"Don't be hypocritical."
An angry voice interrupted him.
A young man walked out of the crowd and stared at him intently.
"If you were given a chance, you could lie on the ground and lick Master Melvin's shoes, and even be willing to taste the feces of his family. You actually dared to say that it was for our good, but you clearly wished that we would all die. You took on all the work by yourself."
Kent's eyes widened.
"You, you dared to call Master Melvin's name!"
The young man looked at him coldly.
"Yes, I said it, and now I will say it again, go and call your Master Melvin to teach us a lesson, it's better to catch us all in to accompany Sperger, anyway, it's so cold outside than inside, and it's just right for me to go there to listen to him continue telling stories. But it's a pity, I guess that master won't pay attention to you, after all, dogs only lick their masters, and your tongue is much dirtier than a dog's."
Kent cursed angrily.
"You are dirty! You, your whole family is bad!"
The bearded man looked at him and shrugged boringly.
"Admit it openly, you just worship the whip in Master Stephen's hand. You don't care about Rudy, nor do you care about Kathy, and you don't care why Bill lost his job. You have never loved anyone here, and you wish you could hold the whip yourself."
Someone in the crowd shouted.
"Hey, friend, he hasn't heard the story of the awakened Bol, and he must be confused by the names you mentioned!"
The voice was quickly responded, and it was a laughing response.
"Haha, he doesn't know what Master Stephen's whip is used for!"
"It doesn't matter, but we all know who this guy is!"
They have a common language.
Kent's eyes widened, almost bulging out.
"You're talking nonsense! I, I--"
He really hadn't read the newspaper.
It was precisely because of this that he felt a little panic. It felt like being excluded from the team, and he was the only one left there.
That damn Sberg...
How dare he, how dare he write himself into his novel!
Kent didn't know that Sberg had never written his name, and there was no character like him in his book, but people seemed to know him and were familiar with him... It was as if they wrote his name in for that annoying guy.
The crowd began to move.
Those people seemed to know what to do next, even if no one told them, they made up their minds.
Thinking that they were going to team up to beat him, Kent stepped back, his face becoming more and more scared.
The young man who stood up first suddenly looked at him with pity and raised his right hand.
Kent subconsciously raised his arm to parry, but the young man neither beat him nor snatched the chips in his hand, but just patted his shoulder.
"Admit it, you actually don't love Master Melvin or Master Weijia, and of course you haven't loved any of us... You only have yourself in your eyes, how can the words "for our own good" appear in your mouth? You wish we were all dead, and you dream of riding on all of our heads and shitting, but it's a pity that you are in a rat hole since you were born. 25 chips can't make you a superior person, you have to be a rat in the same nest with us."
People passed by him one after another, and patted his shoulders at the same time.
"We won't blame you."
"Come on, Kent."
"You are great."
"Take the pocket money given by the big guy and buy candy while you can still buy it now, hahahaha."
Kent retreated in fear, his shoulders were stained with motor oil, flour, and some colorful things... It came from hands, and those people were like possessed.
While protecting the chips in his hand, he looked at the people walking in the opposite direction of him and shouted in panic.
"What are you going to do? Stop! Are you... crazy?"
"What are you going to do?"
The young man stopped and looked back at Kent, the coward who wanted to shrink into a ball, and laughed at him.
"Of course, we are going to do what Bol should do!"
"That guy will not leave his coworkers in trouble!"
"He told us to unite!"
...
"Something big has happened!"
Dawn City.
Alliance Building, Manager's Office, hurried footsteps interrupted Chu Guang's thoughts and made him stop writing.
Standing at the door was the head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs he appointed, a young man named Cheng Yan, who was selected from the same batch of young talents as Sun Ruicai of the Ministry of Finance.
Originally, Shuyu was a more suitable candidate for this position, but the Alliance needed to put the best diplomats in Ideal City, and no one was more suitable than that calm young man to speak on behalf of the Alliance at the Supreme Council.
Both were directly responsible for themselves, and Shuyu himself had no objection. He was willing to do anything for the Alliance.
Like Lu Bei, they were the most loyal young men in the Alliance.
"What's the matter? Don't worry, take a breath first and talk slowly." Without blaming him for his recklessness, Chu Guang looked at him seriously and said.
"It's Boulder City! Something happened in Boulder City!" Cheng Yan swallowed his saliva and continued hurriedly, "Our embassy sent a message saying that the workers in the industrial zone surrounded the guardhouse and demanded the release of the captured workers, or to arrest them together." Chu Guang frowned and asked. "What happened later?" Cheng Yan said with a wry smile. "Then their prison was full..." There was silence in the office for a while. Chu Guang sighed with mixed feelings. "Did anyone die?" "No... but many were injured, and because the guards in Boulder City searched the homes of the arrested people and found our newspapers and the letter written by our editor-in-chief to them, as well as a hundred chips, the Boulder City authorities suspected that we were behind 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 plan of the administrator, then it would be fine.
He had no doubt that the administrator was right. The only thing he was worried about was that the editor-in-chief of the "Survivor Daily" had slipped his tongue.
Chu Guang could guess from the expression on his face that this guy must have thought wrongly, so he couldn't help laughing and said.
"It's true that this matter has nothing to do with us, but it's definitely not what you think. One hundred chips bribed a person who couldn't even fit in a prison... Even if I told them that this was 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 that they don't intend to make a big deal about this matter, but just warn us not to try to make small moves to hinder them."
Chu Guang: "Then?"
Cheng Yan shook his head.
"No more."
No more?
Chu Guang couldn't help but sigh.
"Seeing you so anxious, I thought he had closed our embassy."
In that case, he would be a man to those nobles.
Like Yade, who dared to go to the Alliance's headquarters with a gun to ask for justice, he turned a blind eye and looked at him with admiration.
There is a reason why the people of the Honey Badger Kingdom are willing to support that guy.
But thinking of this, Chu Guang was puzzled. It stands to reason that the people of the River Valley Province are tough and there is no shortage of violent wastelanders. Why is it that when it comes to the landlords, from old leeches to old Brown, each one is weaker than the other.
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. They won't do anything over a small matter..."
"This is not a small matter. As the fuse that detonates 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 not be used in time.
To be honest, everything has been peaceful since the celebration. There are even signs of economic recovery in the Stone City. He was a little relieved, thinking that it should be able to survive the wave of the next spring, but he didn't expect such a thing to happen.
He didn't want to guess the conspiracy behind it.
Not everything has a carefully thought-out reason. History itself is advancing in countless coincidences.
Maybe the cause of the incident was just a guy who smoked without stepping on cigarette butts and happened to throw his cigarette butts into a trash can filled with gunpowder.
Chu Guang suddenly remembered something.
"Speaking of which, why did those workers suddenly surround the guardhouse?"
Hearing the manager suddenly ask, Cheng Yan was stunned, frowned and thought for a moment before saying.
"I heard from the head 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 every day in the workers' meeting."
Chu Guang: "..."
Good guy.
Really? !
After roughly sorting out the cause and effect of the matter, Chu Guang felt quite complicated.
He installed the accelerator for the Boulder City, and he was the one who stepped on the accelerator for the first time, but he really didn't expect that the matter would get out of control at the beginning.
His players were all talented, and they immediately went up to do it, and the NPCs of the Alliance couldn't help but followed up to finish off the enemy.
But the masters in the inner city thought it was not fast enough, not only did they do it a few times themselves, but they even welded the car door shut. Behind this, it is not just the Alliance, but other forces are also adding fuel to the fire and intervening to take advantage of it.
Melvin may be the most sober person, and he is also one of the few "good people" who are willing to benefit the residents of the outer city, at least compared to his shareholders.
But it was too late for him to stop it, and he could only use the method he gave him to quench his thirst with poison. And the irony is that he who stepped on the accelerator first has now become the one who wants to step on the brakes the most.
"I hope I can at least survive this winter..." Chu Guang pressed his eyebrows and sighed, "Otherwise, the tide in the spring will be a big problem."
Cheng Yan was slightly stunned.
Because of work needs, he did a serious investigation, and with the help of the embassy, he collected some history that the nobles of Giant Stone City might not take seriously.
In the less than two centuries of history of Giant Stone City, similar things actually happened, and in the end they were all settled by those masters.
Otherwise, the city lord there would have been replaced long ago.
If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the same this time...
He muttered softly.
"It's not that serious..."