In the wasteland, the settlement of more than 500,000 people is very large, but to be frank, it is only more than 500,000 people. If it were in Triumph City or Ideal City, the commotion of several thousand people would be regarded as a sneeze at most.
But in the long-standing Boulder City, this sneeze became the fuse that ignited all crises, and almost made its front teeth fly out...
At noon the next day, Alex, the head of security at Weijia Trading Company, rubbed his red rosacea and climbed out of the pile of wine bottles.
Sometimes he felt that he was actually an awakener, but his awakening was not so obvious. Once he followed the boss to the northern suburbs and sat in the lobby of the Highway Town Hotel. He clearly saw that those blue jackets who claimed to be awakeners could not drink five or six bottles, but he was a real thousand cups without getting drunk.
That is why the boss always brought him with him.
On the one hand, he was big enough to intimidate the malnourished workers, and on the other hand, his alcohol tolerance was an indispensable pastime at the party. The boss and his mistress would hug each other and laugh, and he would get drunk tactfully at this time.
Shaking his dizzy head, Alex picked up the clothes thrown aside, stretched his stiff neck and prepared to go back to the factory to continue sleeping, but the door of the box opened with a bang, and the disheveled Weijia walked in from outside in a hurry, followed by the expressionless secretary Aaron.
"Damn, are you a pig? It's so late and you're still sleeping!"
Seeing the expression on the boss's face, Alex immediately realized that something was wrong, and asked hurriedly regardless of his splitting headache.
"Boss, what happened?"
"What happened? I asked you to do something, don't you know how you have done it?"
Looking at Weijia with spit flying all over his body, Alex felt puzzled, scratched the back of his head, and said carefully.
"You... are you talking about that Sperger who reads newspapers? I have contacted Phyllis and arrested him."
Weijia's nose was crooked with anger, and he cursed in a rage.
"I asked you to arrest him, not everyone! Without those poor guys, who will work? Do you expect the assembly line to move by itself? Or do you go up?"
Alex was shocked.
"How is it possible! I, I saw Phyllis only took one person away!"
"But now they are all in!" Weijia gritted his teeth fiercely, "I have to find a way to get them out!"
Aaron, the secretary following behind him, coughed lightly.
"I have inquired about it. Those workers went in on their own. They claimed that they would never abandon any of their coworkers... That coworkers' union is the source of all evil. If we don't find a way to disintegrate them, their numbers will spread quickly like a virus, and it may not be just one factory that is endangered, but all of them."
Weijia Trading Company not only has the Good Taste Food Processing Factory, but also many other food-related industries.
Weijia's face changed slightly.
"We can only ask Mr. Sid to deal with it."
Aaron nodded.
"That's what I suggest... And it's best to get some people in from outside the city. They are not skilled, but the production line cannot be stopped."
If possible, Weijia really didn't want to ask that adult, but the matter was no longer something he could handle.
This is like hoarding copper ore to hedge against the risk of inflation. When everyone does this, the "bug" method will fail, and in the end only the alliance's mines will laugh out loud.
If only one person refused to work, they could just replace him, but if everyone did the same, the method of dismissal would become a joke... They used such a despicable method, these people are too immoral!
Looking at the boss's back, Alec hurriedly followed him, putting on his clothes and walking out, muttering.
"Are these people crazy... They are going to jail by themselves."
The place is dark and airtight.
What's so good about it...
...
A mansion in the inner city.
Sid, sitting on the sofa, stared at the trader intently, his expression was sometimes happy, sometimes sad, and suddenly he slapped his thigh and cursed, and then slapped it again. Well done.
His moody appearance made the servants who loved to flatter him stay away from him, except for his closest wife.
Looking at her husband sitting on the sofa, Bonnie's face was doting. She felt that her husband was sometimes like a child, getting younger and younger.
"Honey," she said softly, her hand across his shoulder, her elbow resting on the sofa, "you've been staring at it all day, why don't you take some time to look at me?"
Sid moved his eyes away from the palm-sized screen and looked at his beautiful wife, twitching his stiff facial muscles to force a smile.
"I just want to see... see our son's achievements."
Bonnie couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
He didn't even notice that he had changed his perfume. The palm-sized screen seemed to have cast a spell and firmly grasped his attention.
Completely unaware of his wife's disappointment, Sid was complacent in his heart. Through repeated swing trading and moderately increased 6 million chips, the value of the S coins in his account has approached 10 million!
But this investment is definitely worth it.
Because just now, the S coins worth 10 million chips jumped up another level and became 11 million! He has earned back the additional investment!
Sid's face was full of smiles.
Actually, making money is not that difficult...
Maybe this is the talent brought by blood.
Whenever he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel proud of his son. That brat is really promising!
He is worthy of being his offspring!
I hope that the relationship between Kumit and Jixiu can be like their fathers-as close as himself and Melvin, and pass on this unbreakable bond.
That is much more important than doing a big business.
The reason why landlords are landlords is because they don't know how to unite. When the wolf comes, they can only run with their tails between their legs. And the reason why nobles are nobles is that the court is not a court of one person. Even if the wolf comes, they can only give them extra food.
At this time, the butler came from the side and said with a slight salute.
"Master, Mr. Weijia is outside."
"Weijia?" Sid frowned, "What is he doing here."
The butler bowed and said.
"He said... he has something to visit you about, and it's very important. He's already waiting downstairs."
Bonnie got up from the sofa and kissed her husband on the face.
"It's important to deal with business. Whether it's Liszt or Weijia, they are both good people who help us. Don't neglect them. You go ahead, I'll step aside for a while."
Sid nodded and looked at the butler and cleared his throat.
"Let him come up."
"Yes, sir."
The butler nodded slightly, turned around and left. After a while, Weijia came over from a distance in a hurry.
The smell of alcohol on Weijia made Sid frown slightly, but he still suppressed his unhappiness and said calmly.
"What's the matter that makes you so anxious?"
Weijia said anxiously.
"Sir, something terrible has happened!"
"Stop talking nonsense, let's get down to business." Sid put the trader on the table, looking at the screen, and said impatiently.
"I... all the workers in our factory were arrested!"
Wei Jia cried and told what happened yesterday. Sid was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding it, and repeated it again to try to sort out the cause and effect.
"You bribed the guards in the industrial zone and arrested the poor guy who read the newspaper... and then the other workers were also arrested? You just let them out."
This is not a difficult task.
Wei Jia said with a smile.
"No... it's not like that, the workers went in on their own!"
"Psycho!" Sid glanced at him, "Why do you care what they do? Just let those poor guys stay wherever they want."
"But... most of the factories are empty, and it's not just our factory. Master... one troublemaker is nothing to be afraid of, but a group of troublemakers will become a boil, which is not a small problem! This is a sign of something big! You... no, we must do something." Weijia swallowed his saliva and persuaded earnestly.
Most of the factories are empty?
Sid was stunned for a moment, and then realized the seriousness of some problems and became cautious.
This is not difficult to understand.
Just like the maids in his house, although they are often changed, it doesn't matter. He is a very tolerant person and never keeps them. He even gives speeches at their weddings.
However, if all the maids want to resign, he will definitely not agree. After all, he can't let the dirty hands of the male servants comb his wife's hair, right?
"Tell me what you are going to do."
Wei Jia said patiently.
"I investigated it in depth. The cause was a guy named Sberg, the troublemaker who read the newspaper. He set up a workers' union... That thing is simply the source of all evil."
"And what did he do specifically?"
"Nothing has been done yet... No, it can't be said that nothing has been done--"
"Okay, okay," Sid interrupted his beating around the bush impatiently, "It's just a cockroach, why don't we just kill it."
Wei Jia was startled by this and said quickly.
"Then... No, sir, we can't do this! It's easy to step on a cockroach to death, but its eggs will be scattered everywhere. Even if we want to kill it, we have to do it quietly and without giving anyone a chance to talk about it."
Sid was amused by the coward's speech.
What a joke.
He is a nobleman, when does he need to explain to others when he kills someone?
Even if he had to give a reasonable reason to calm the anger of the outer city, that would be Dulong's problem. Otherwise, what was the point of raising that dog?
But seeing Weijia begging desperately, Sid thought about it and gave up.
He turned his eyes away from the coward and looked at the trader on the table, saying indifferently.
"Okay, I'll make a call later."
Weijia asked cautiously.
"Who are you going to hand it over to?"
Sid said impatiently.
"It's okay to find a prisoner to do that thing, not our own people."
He was sensible about such details, and he would not set the house on fire like those young boys like Kumit and Jixiu.
It was too easy to find a desperado in the wasteland. People who were willing to work for him could line up from under his feet to the gate of the giant wall.
"It's Sberg... I know you won't make a mistake, this is just in case." Weijia reminded carefully.
Although this is not the best way, he prefers to buy and divide, but his boss doesn't seem to want to do that kind of troublesome thing.
Actually, it's not impossible.
Then let this adult do it.
Seeing that Sid didn't seem to want to pay attention to him, Weijia muttered something in a low voice and was about to leave, but saw that the adult's eyes were always staring at the screen on the table.
He seemed to have seen something similar in his son's hand. I heard that Kumit and Jixiu asked the kid to buy it - something called S coins.
Although he sneered at it, he did not stop his son, but gave the boy a large sum of money. After all, Sid is his master, and Melvin is his friend. Although S coins don't sound smart, it is a smart thing to please these two big men.
What he didn't expect was that the famous Sid was also playing, and he was having a lot of fun, even his breathing and heartbeat followed the frequency of the line...
Wei Jia's intuition told him that this was not appropriate, but it was not something he could control.
"Sir... what is this thing of yours? It looks quite novel." In order to please him, Wei Jia pretended to see it for the first time and asked curiously.
With a common language, Sid really regained his interest in him. He turned his head and looked at the old dog that was getting older and older, and said with a beaming face.
"S coin! I have made a million - cough, the maid who served my wife to comb her hair has made a million chips. It is really a good investment project. Even people with little education can make a lot of money."
It is not decent for nobles to go out and make chips themselves. He only remembered it when he was chatting with his wife yesterday. It seems to be an ancestral precept.
But it doesn't matter. Anyway, he and everyone else have always been decent. Even if they don't deliberately recall it, they can follow the rules and not cross the line.
Seeing Weijia's interested look, he decisively took out an unregistered trading device and put it in the hands of this loyal servant.
"Take it and play with it. You can think about it more when you have time. My friend, times have changed. The old way of making money is not feasible. You have to learn to keep up with the times to keep up with the pace of young people."
"I hope one day you can become a real noble."
Taking the trader with both hands, Weijia was moved to tears, not because the generous Master Sid was willing to take him to make money, but because of Master Sid's words "friend".
Friend...
What a beautiful word!
It has been a long time since he heard Master Sid call him so affectionately.
His money, his collections, the women he likes, as long as Master Sid wants, he can generously offer them, just like his father.
However, Master Sid would rather call Lister, the wild dog from outside, a friend several times than call himself a friend... Obviously they are in the same group! They grew up together!
But today!
He heard that long-lost and affectionate name again!
It's worth it!
"I will always be loyal to you... Master." Weijia's eyes were filled with tears, and he clenched his fists unconsciously, "I, I will definitely repay you!"
"Why say such corny words," Sid glanced at him, waved his hand in a good mood, and said with a smile, "Go down, don't forget the business."
"Yes..."
Weijia raised his sleeves and secretly wiped his tears.
He bowed and left the living room, and followed the butler to the elevator.
It was not until he left the building and returned to his secretary Aaron and bodyguard Alec that he put away the tears and joy between his wrinkles.
Aaron didn't speak, Alec scratched the back of his head, and didn't understand why the boss had tears in the corners of his eyes... He had never seen tears on the face of this big crocodile.
Weijia didn't speak either, just waved his hand, and left the inner city with the two of them in silence.
Stopping at the junction of the inner city and the outer city, he looked up at the bustling streets not far away, silently took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.
Alec immediately took out a lighter with a gold rim, and tried to light it for the boss, but was pushed away by Weijia.
"Get out of here."
Weijia cursed, took out a box of matches from his pocket, and lit it after a few tries, and lit it for himself.
In the puff of smoke, the light flickered.
The spicy smoke blurred the bustling streets, as if the whole world was immersed in it, but it seemed that only he was anesthetized.
Is this... a wasteland?
The predators dare not eat people here, and the mercenaries dare not fight here. The two-headed hyenas can't come in here, and only the docile cats rub the shoes of the beautiful girl.
Unfortunately, he had never been to heaven two hundred years ago, and had no idea what a real utopia looked like... If only there was a way to take a look.
Weijia squinted his eyes, took a few puffs, then threw the half-smoked cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out with his heel.
Alex didn't dare to say anything, holding the lighter, looking at the boss tremblingly.
Today's boss was a little abnormal.
He never lit a cigarette himself, let alone stepped on a cigarette butt.
"Aaron, we lost."
Looking at the junction of the sky and the giant wall, Weijia said this abruptly.
Aaron was slightly stunned, looked at the boss's expression, then understood what he meant, was silent for a moment, and nodded silently.
Didn't he lose already?
He thought the boss had found out last month, but he didn't expect that the cunning Mr. Weijia would also be unconscious.
Alec's heart was filled with panic. He didn't understand what the two were talking about, let alone where they lost and who they lost to.
"Boss...what's wrong with you? Did that jerk Sberg bother you? I'll go and teach him a lesson for you!"
"Sberg...ha, what the hell is that? It's not worthy of being put together with me," Weijia shook his head and said self-deprecatingly, "I just realized that this is a war."
"War, war?" Alec was stunned, then frowned, "You mean...it was Sberg who was instigated by the alliance to incite those workers?"
Alliance?
Haha.
What a naive person, who still wants to lose gloriously in the end.
Weijia glanced at his dog and wanted to mock him to relieve his boredom, but soon thought that he was essentially no different from him, so he shook his head without interest.
"Yes, war. If you can't understand what 'our war with the wasteland has never ended' means, then think about it as you can understand."
"This is war, a war between us and the alliance. The country bumpkins and blue gophers in the northern suburbs finally couldn't help but attack us, and the celebration started a month ago. They secretly hid the shells in the fireworks, and our respected Lord Melvin and Lord Sid went to celebrate their birthdays with great enthusiasm... Oh, I am also a fool. It was not until now that I realized that a big man like me, who is well-known and well-known, actually squatted in the trench dug by fools."
It's really ironic.
He has been smart all his life, but this time he didn't understand everything until he had already lost.
In fact, they did have the opportunity to prove something to the wasteland.
If Melvin had discussed it with me at the beginning, it would have been better, but unfortunately he was too lazy to care about his lapdog.
If Master Sid had valued his loyal old dog a little more, it would have been better, but unfortunately the master looked down on the old slave's ability more and more.
If Sberg and those "workers" were a little more mature and sensible, it would be better, even if Duron, who was a puppet, spent a little more time to coax them, even if House, who took the wrong medicine, used his brain to prepare a draft before cheating...
Of course, I am not a pure white lotus, nor a good person. If I eat less, I can at least survive the wave next year.
But what's the point?
The wasteland will not end because of a wave.
And who in this city is not a gambler?
House, who was talking nonsense, knew that those poor guys could not have diabetes. Maybe he was just losing money and deliberately yelled.
Duron of the City Hall knew that his old friend, President Melvin, was making an extremely dangerous gamble, but the poor people would not bother him if they had a job, and the nobles would just push him out to take the blame like they did five years ago, so he not only turned a blind eye, but also helped Melvin...
In the end, the one who really did good for the Stone City was the idiot named Jaeger who was laughed at by the nobles and the poor people. Although he didn't have good intentions, he just wanted to replace his immediate boss Duron and become the one holding the whip.
And Melvin also knew that the person sitting in front of him was an extremely dangerous and ruthless man, who beat several captains of the legion and made them run away.
There was no regret on Weijia's face, only a faint laugh, both for himself and for everyone in this city.
It's a pity that this number game that is coming to an end has nothing to do with mathematics.
Their opponents are not very smart, and even their skills are unfamiliar, so they need to borrow a few cards from them.
Maybe a fool can do better, after all, a fool has endless energy when playing tug-of-war, while a smart person has too many choices.
Didn't the Willant people do a good job?
If it weren't for the factories in Boulder City and the economic diplomacy of the company, it would be impossible to win just by relying on the alliance and the desperate blue jackets, at least it wouldn't be so easy.
Of course, Weijia doesn't deny that the latter is the most critical, and the others are just icing on the cake.
"... I think you may be overthinking," Alex said cautiously, "Our weapons reserves and scale are still above the alliance... We can turn the table at any time, they dare not fight us."
"Haha, weapons? Turn the table?" Weijia finally couldn't hold back his laughter, looked at the confused Alex, and said jokingly, "You are worthy of being my dog. I expect the assembly line to turn on its own, but you expect the table to turn on its own. You are really a talent!"
War is not a joke. The alliance has demonstrated to them once how to fight a total war.
The entire alliance is highly united, everyone is twisted into a rope, abandoning all illusions, those who have strength contribute their strength, and those who have brains contribute their brains.
Their managers not only made war mobilizations with great enthusiasm, and told the residents of the alliance in the simplest language that we are going to kill a hungry wolf, why we are going to kill it, and why we can beat it, but also personally led the residents of the shelter to the front line.
Of course, their opponents are not vegetarians either.
Although the Legion did not dare to expand the scale of the war, those Willant officers also went to the front line in person, otherwise their ten thousand men would not be captured by the Alliance one after another, and Griffin would not play the second card after every defeat.
And Boulder City...
Let Master Sid charge, let those militia masters who wanted to throw all the work to the mercenaries go to the front line, Weijia couldn't imagine that scene at all.
Besides, their mercenaries had fought with the country bumpkins in the northern suburbs. They used the best equipment and suffered the most severe beatings. There was no Alliance at that time, and the country bumpkins mostly used obsolete iron barrel rifles.
Without the ability to mobilize strong mobilization, it is like pulling out the power of the ICU.
Not to mention taking everyone to flip the table together, the one who dared not to flip the table the most was Master Sid himself. Fortunately, this old dog had enough time to "prepare for a rainy day".
Yes.
Weijia was planning to run away.
Actually, to be honest, he was most reluctant to leave the Stone City. Here, except for the wives and children of other nobles, he dared not touch them. He could do whatever he wanted, and the wasteland outside had nothing to do with big men like him.
At first, Weijia did not understand Lister's choice. The Alliance obviously would not love him, but he insisted on sticking his face to it. He did not understand why Fred sold the factory, and it was obviously cheaper.
But now he suddenly understood.
He knew that he was not a good thing. Master Sid was bad, and he was bad, but he was smarter in the end.
After all, he knew how to use chips to please Master Sid, but his Master Sid hoped to use the chips he contributed to tie him down in return... It was a pity that the adult did not know what he wanted in the end.
What he wanted was love.
To be loved.
Although he was greedy, he had never lacked money in his eight lifetimes. Didn't he try so hard to get the black card just to make his childhood best friend Sid look up to him?
However, he felt that he was still a dog, from birth, and for generations, and the chain was tied tighter.
Perhaps Liszt was right. The real respectability was not a feast for the eyes, but dignity. It would not make people elegant and decent, but it would make people no longer animals, but people with social attributes.
In the wasteland that could torture people into ghosts, it was something that could not be bought with any chips. People longed for it from the bottom of their hearts and were willing to die for it, but Sid took it all for himself.
Poor Sid...
Weijia was reluctant to part with that old friend.
But the ship was going to sink, and it was time to say goodbye.
He was satisfied to hear "my friend" at the end.
Glancing at Alec, who had not yet recovered from his daze, Aaron walked to the boss and asked in a very light voice.
"Do you want to contact the guest in the north?"
"Contact... Well, I will talk to that gentleman in person. After all, there are too many "goods" to sell, and they cannot be packed and taken away in a day or two. By the way, you have to do one thing for me. Sberg cannot die, and no one from the Workers' Union can die. Only in this way can we do those things reasonably."
Wei Jia thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered something. He swept away the gloom on his face, smiled, hooked the shoulders of his two subordinates, and patted them hard.
"Ah, don't worry... I will double your salary later, but we may have to pay wages in silver coins in the future, so you have to be mentally prepared."
Alec looked a little regretful, but he smiled happily after thinking about it.
This is actually not bad.
After all, the dancers on the opposite street have started to collect silver coins, and some people have even started to do currency exchange business part-time.
Aaron did not speak.
After all...
Isn't this a matter of course?
...
Industrial zone.
At the gate of the Infinite Power Steel Plant, Fred looked at the three bosses from the Alliance at the gate and shook his head regretfully.
"Sorry, you are a step late. The production line you mentioned...we have sold it some time ago."
Staring at this guy who seemed to have walked out of the emoticon package, Ye Shi was stunned on the spot, like a frightened groundhog.
"Ah?!"
A few days ago, Brother Fang Chang had set his sights on this steel plant that supplied Jushi Military Industry. After they finished their own business, they immediately rushed over from Dawn City.
Unexpectedly, someone was faster than the damn Fang Chang!
This is too inhuman!
Lao Bai frowned and looked at Fred and asked.
"Can you tell us who the buyer is?"
He wanted to try again.
"...Sun's Steel Plant, the person who came to talk is a guy named Sun Shiqi, who seems to be the boss of your alliance. He is a weirdo, he wants to sign the workers away, and he is willing to pay the IOUs I gave to those people."
Fred was also puzzled. It was too early for him to make a move, otherwise he could still bid for the price when these people came.
He sold the equipment at a low price of 40 million chips, and the benefit he got directly was only 2 million silver coins.
It's a big loss!
Ye Shiyi cursed with a miserable face.
"Damn! I got there first!"
If it was an NPC from other forces, he could try to persuade or bribe them, but the NPC of the alliance... According to Brother Fang, there is no need to take that risk.
Even if it is to avoid suspicion, don't touch it if you can.
After all, the player manual clearly states that if the trust of the Alliance residents in the shelter residents is used to conduct illegal transactions, and the amount involved exceeds a certain amount, the "Faction Boss" will personally come forward to make a ruling, and serious cases will be sent back to the underground.
After all, according to the game settings, they set foot on this land under the banner of the Human Alliance. It doesn't matter if they don't work, but if they do bad things to their own people, they will definitely be "cut".
"Don't worry, I have more than one production line here, and there are many good things." Seeing that the customer wanted so much, Fred rolled his eyes and laughed and started to sell, "Besides, I can also help you to make connections and introduce you to other sellers who are interested in selling equipment."
As long as the price is in place, he can even help to negotiate.
Lao Bai didn't waste any words and simply took out the list written by Fang Chang.
"I have a list here. Can you contact the people in charge of the factories on the list?"
"Let me take a look. Huh? This list looks familiar," Fred touched his chin, and suddenly came to his senses. He took a breath and stared at the three people in front of him. "Hiss, good guy... all of you are suppliers of Giant Stone Military Industry! What do you want to do?!"
Ye Shi coughed dryly, and his eyes signaled him to be low-key.
"Coincidence... We are interested in their civilian production lines. The Alliance needs a lot of cement and rebar recently."
Fred stared at him like a fool, and almost wrote "Do you think I'm mentally retarded?" on his face.
Lao Bai was too lazy to explain to him and got straight to the point.
"Yes, we are interested. If you can help us negotiate the deal according to the quotation on the list, we can give you a reward of 50,000 silver coins."
Fred looked embarrassed.
After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head.
"Too little! That's Mr. Yin Bosi's girlfriend. You may not know that he is directly responsible to the city lord. Even the big shots in the inner city don't want to provoke him. It's not appropriate for me to help you-"
Old White continued without changing his expression.
"One acquisition project costs 50,000 silver coins, which will be transferred to your personal account. You negotiate for us, and we will give you 20% of the budget saved."
Fred's face was immediately filled with joy when he heard this, and he nodded hard as if he was afraid that these people in front of him would regret it.
"Deal! No problem!"
The matchmaking job was too easy for him!
He glanced at the quotation list, and the price given by the alliance boss was very generous.
In other words, he had a lot of room for negotiation and could sell those "junk" at a price that everyone was happy with.
"Why is it so quiet here?" After the deal was settled, Ye Shi's eyes fell on the factory behind Fred, and his expression was a little strange.
He had heard from Fang Chang that this was one of the largest steel mills in Boulder City, but it always felt like there were not many people here.
Fred coughed, looked around, and whispered.
"You don't know, yesterday...something happened, and the jail was full."
Smelling the smell of gossip, Ye Shi immediately became alert and asked curiously.
"What happened?"
"The cause...I heard that a worker at the Good Taste Food Processing Factory secretly removed the wire on the cutter, and he happened to be a member of the Workers' Union, so you know what I mean? Anyway, Weijia got angry, and then he followed the clues and found that the 'boss' of the Workers' Union was actually on his own assembly line..."
Looking at the three alliance bosses who looked at each other in bewilderment, Fred said with regret.
"I guess those poor guys want to use this method to get Weijia to give them the defective cans, but unfortunately their approach is not very smart. Weijia is a famous miser. But it's not Weijia's fault for being stingy. This kind of thing happened once and twice. If I were Weijia, I would do the same. I would never let those who get something for nothing get the sweetness!"
Kuangfeng looked at him blankly, laughing and crying.
"Getting something for nothing is okay..."
Ye Shi sighed.
"It's worthy of being a wasteland... This is fucking dark!"
The two used the language of another world. Fred didn't understand what he was saying, but he didn't think he was praising him.
Lao Bai was a straightforward person and couldn't help but speak in human language.
"Have you ever thought about improving their treatment? What do you mean by not blaming Weijia? If that idiot didn't do something extreme, his subordinates would have nothing better to do and would want to make trouble for themselves?"
Although the game is virtual, there are many bad things in the wasteland. Compared with those slave traders, a mere profiteer is nothing.
But he is from a country with social ideals after all, and he is extremely loyal to his beliefs, so he naturally feels physically uncomfortable when he sees the face of this profiteer.
Although the Niuma Brick Factory is called Niuma, it is just a joke between the four good brothers. Everyone knows that the real Niuma is only the four bosses themselves.
Even when the alliance was the poorest, they would rather eat nutritional paste and sheep's horn potatoes to deal with it, and use the saved 5 copper coins to buy fish for those stupid NPCs, even if some of those NPCs are simply their captives.
Fred also couldn't understand these inexplicable guys in front of him, and just looked at them strangely.
"Improve... the treatment of those poor guys? This is not good. If you have done business, you should know that those poor guys are not good people. They will try every means to cheat. If you treat them a little better, they will take advantage of you. And people will feel sleepy when they are full... Ah, of course, I am not saying that what you are doing is wrong, but we have different management methods."
Ye Shi couldn't help but curse: "Laugh, you treat them as enemies, they are just anxious to be nice to you!"
Seeing that the three customers' faces were getting worse and worse, Fred immediately realized that his flattery hit the horse's leg, and quickly changed his words and hurriedly ended this topic that might cause disagreements.
Because he was not sure what these people were thinking, Fred was embarrassed to suggest drinking together in the evening. He took the list and found an excuse to do something important.
He just wanted to sell the goods at a good price.
Before they could be sold.
That's all.
Looking at his back as he left, Ye Shi suddenly sighed.
"What makes me more uncomfortable is that these guys ran away and lived more comfortably than the people who made a living under them... and we still have to give them silver coins to ask them to introduce customers to us, damn it!"
The money was wasted!
"That's the money to buy him a coffin. If he behaves himself, there's nothing wrong with him living the rest of his life like Old Brown. But if he can't control his hands, not only plans to make a comeback, but also plans to bring the Big Stone City's tricks to us, we will naturally fine him to bankruptcy... I remember the manager said that he would let more good people win from the competition, and I believe he will do what he says."
Old White narrowed his eyes and stared at the man's back, and continued.
"These fleeing profiteers may be a threat. We have to keep a close eye on them and be wary of them secretly enslaving our compatriots in various ways on our territory."
It's not that there have been cases where newcomers were deceived by NPCs before, although the newcomer couldn't wait to run to the forum to show off, and the scam was immediately exposed.
It is still difficult for NPCs to cut players' leeks.
Ye Shi had an idea.
"How about we write a proposal? Nail this guy's coffin lid and don't give him any chance to show up!"
The law to restrict organ trading was originally made by the closed beta players. There is a complete set of laws on Earth for them to refer to. With the help of Brother Fang, the clever Professor Yang and Brother Ye Ao, they can always come up with a set of rules that conform to the actual situation of the wasteland.
Not only restrict players, but also restrict NPCs.
Since the last Beta0.4, they realized that the Alliance is no longer the small village it used to be, and they can't always count on the loyalty of the wastelanders to the managers.
For example, Fred, who is willing to sell his soul in front of them.
There is no concept of loyalty in that guy's dictionary. For the sake of profit, let alone calling black white, he is even willing to lie on the ground and kiss the leather boots of the manager.
As the alliance grows, there will be more and more people like this, and they will become more and more secretive and difficult to distinguish.
These hyenas who tuck their tails between their legs can never be killed with guns and gallows.
Kuangfeng nodded approvingly.
"I agree."
It's rare that Ye Shi can come up with a mature idea.
This idea is at least much more mature than lying on the roof and shooting from behind...
You are worthy of being my son.
He is finally promising!