This Game Is Too Realistic

No. 97 Street is located in the West District of Boulder City, where sewage flows across the street, the air is polluted, and dilapidated tube buildings are crowded together. It is often criticized as a "crow's nest" by nearby citizens.

Due to its proximity to the giant wall, residents here can only enjoy the morning and midday sun.

At dusk, the street is cast in the shadow of the giant wall.

Objectively speaking, if you ignore the lighting, life here is much better than the slums outside the giant wall.

Most of the people living here are workers from nearby factories.

Except for the residents of this place, few people want to get close to it.

There is almost no entertainment here, and almost no one will open a shop among a bunch of poor people.

People who have a job need to work for 16 hours and fall asleep when they get home. People who don't have a job will not take out a chip from their pocket to spend even if they are idle all day.

But there are not exceptions.

At the border with the industrial area, there is a beer hall called "Walnut". Its iconic sign is a pile of empty walnut barrels at the door.

These wine barrels are not big and can be used as tables or benches, and can even be used to deal with hygiene problems.

When workers passing by after a day's work, they would occasionally take out a chip awarded by the foreman, drink a cheap and large draft beer, and forget about the day's worries before going home.

Some unemployed workers also come here to kill the whole day.

Although the money is tight, it would be nice to smell the beer or take a few puffs of second-hand smoke.

No matter what, it's better than sitting at home and listening to that yellow-faced woman sighing and saying that she can't live her life anymore.

Since few mercenaries will come here, tourists and traders from other places will not approach the Western District at all.

Over time, this place became a club for workers in Boulder City.

Everyone not only drinks, but also gathers in small groups to discuss family affairs or gossip they have heard.

Especially the gossip in the factory district.

Of course, what people are most looking forward to is hearing the news about which factory is short of workers, but this has not happened for a long time.

An unshaven unemployed worker suddenly spoke.

"...How about we become mercenaries."

His co-workers, who had also been laid off from the cannery, gave him a look.

"Have you ever touched a gun?"

"No, but I heard it's not difficult. Turn on the safety, aim the gun, and then pull the trigger to drive the hot metal fragments into the gnawing head." The unshaven worker gestured with the broom beside the barrel. With one shooting movement, "Look, it's that simple."

The crowd burst into laughter.

"The wave will have to wait until it clears up. It's summer now, and your opponent will most likely be a plunderer."

"I heard that the Gust Caravan is recruiting people. They plan to open a new trade route from here to the Great Rift Valley."

"The Great Rift Valley... I heard it's in the northernmost part of the Valley Province."

"It's really far away."

Beside the door beam, a group of workers gathered together, taking turns smoking the butt of a cigarette that was about to burn out.

Siberg couldn't help but take one more puff, and found that everyone was staring at him, so he quickly gave the cigarette in his hand to the next friend.

Picking up the cigarette butt and taking a drag, Pique, who had a bandage on his arm, suddenly spoke.

"Speaking of which, why haven't you seen Kent recently?"

"I don't know, last time he led us to surround the city hall. It was so refreshing to see those well-dressed bastards look scared and pale!"

"It'll be nice to do it again anytime."

They didn't have anything else to do anyway, so maybe they could do some good by going to the streets to make some noise.

At this time, the pot-bellied tavern owner walked out of the utility room next to the tavern, holding a huge wooden frame.

His name is Tang, which is a very short word in Renlian, with only one syllable.

Looking at these idle poor people, Tang couldn't help but complain.

"How long are you going to waste time here? Can't you find a job if you don't have money?"

The worker who was smoking said with a smile.

"We also want to work. Do you have a shortage of cleaning staff, waiters, or handymen?"

Tang chuckled and said unceremoniously.

"Why should I hire a handyman who wants breasts but no breasts and a butt but no butt."

Another tall and thick man raised his hand and said with a playful smile.

"Are you going to hire the boss lady? I'll sign up."

"Go away." Tang cursed.

Times at the Hickory Tavern have been tough lately.

There are more and more poor people, and even the butts of cigarettes have to be smoked by different people, let alone taking out chips to buy alcohol.

Sberg suddenly discovered that the old girl and the young man who helped pour the wine had been fired.

Now even this kind of physical work is done by the boss himself.

At this point in the past, this fat pig was sitting behind the bar, napping and lazy.

At this time, Sperger noticed the wooden frame in his hand and the stack of papers in the wooden frame, and couldn't help but asked curiously.

"What is this?"

""Survivor Daily." Tang didn't say much and moved it into the tavern.

Survival Daily?

Everyone looked at each other, having never heard of this name.

Of course, it could also be because they don't read newspapers.

Although most workers are literate, they can basically only recognize a few words and can probably understand equipment operation manuals and recruitment instructions.

Workers who can afford newspapers will not have time to read them.

Reading and reading newspapers are pastimes that only those who sit in the office deserve to have.

"How much does this thing cost?"

"No money, you can look at it as you like, but you can't take it away." Tang said impatiently.

These newspapers are provided free of charge by the "Survivor Daily" newspaper company, and come with a box of Nuka-Cola every month.

Anyway, it doesn't occupy a large area, and it can be used as a pastime for drunkards. In line with the principle of taking advantage of it and not taking advantage of it, he brought it back.

"No money?!"

When everyone heard this, they were shocked.

Is there such a good thing?

What makes them even more unbelievable is that these words were actually said by this iron rooster who had no hair left.

Sperger walked up, took a newspaper from the wooden frame, and unfolded it in his hand.

Peake, who was smoking, also threw away the finally burned out cigarette butt in his hand, and curiously came up to watch.

"..."

"The negotiations between the city hall and the new alliance authorities are smooth, and the 200 million aid loan will win a win for both parties... What is the win?"

"I just want to smash the factories of the New Alliance to pieces! Throw the junk they produce out of the giant wall!"

"But their creditors don't seem to be bad... Kate Textile Factory resumed operations. According to this newspaper, it was because it received an order worth one million chips."

"Alyssa has lost a Southern Shorthair cat. If anyone sees it, please contact the address in the newspaper for 25 chips... Alyssa... this name sounds familiar."

"I remembered...she is the youngest daughter of Governor Moore!"

There is no entertainment industry in Boulder City, let alone celebrities. The top names in Queen of Night Bar and the families of dignitaries are the objects of gossip for most ordinary people.

Everyone will naturally be familiar with the Governor of Melbourne. After all, there is only one bank in Boulder City.

As soon as they heard this adult's name, everyone immediately came back to their senses, with envious looks in their eyes.

"...She is actually the daughter of the president's family."

"If anyone can marry her, they won't have to worry about it in the next life."

"Stop dreaming, it's not dark yet."

"You can find a cat with 25 chips... if you exchange it for nutritional cream, it would be enough for 25 kilograms! Do these people have too much money and no place to live?"

"What do you know? I think it's cheap!"

"Hey, it's nice to have money..."

The people gathered in front of the newspaper were talking a lot.

Although the reward of 25 chips was enviable, no one set out to look for it.

Boulder City is so big, where can they find a cat?

Not to mention whether the cat is still inside the giant wall is a question.

Everyone was chatting excitedly about gossip, but Boisberg's attention was on the last line of the newspaper.

[We are committed to creating a newspaper that serves all survivors. If you saw this newspaper on a public newsstand, please leave your valuable suggestions on it. We will use it as a reference after recycling. 】

A newspaper that serves all survivors?

Ah.

It's really strange.

Although everyone is a survivor and living in the same wasteland, Sberg can vaguely feel that people are different.

Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth, and some people are born like cockroaches.

Just like that Miss Alyssa.

What does the wasteland look like, does it have much to do with her?

She may have never seen nutritional cream, let alone tasted it.

After hesitating for a moment, Sberg finally asked his boss to borrow a pen and wrote at the bottom of the newspaper.

“We’re interested in what City Hall is doing.”

"The president's daughter's cat makes me frustrated. When I still had a job, 25 chips were my ten days' salary."

"...It would be great if you could publish more information about work."

"wish you a happy life."

After writing these words, he returned the pen to the tavern owner.

At this time, Sberg suddenly remembered that the newspaper mentioned that ten empty Coke bottles can be exchanged for one newspaper to take home.

He couldn't help but think in his mind, how about waiting for it to get completely dark and go to the bar street to pick up empty Coke bottles.

It would be a good idea to change a newspaper and take it back to teach my son how to read. At least it won't look like I've wasted the whole day...

…

Sperger wasn't the only one with similar ideas.

In the past two days, there have been a lot of "scavengers" picking up empty bottles around the tavern in Boulder City.

10 empty Coke bottles can be exchanged for a copy of "Survivor Daily". Even if you don't need to read it, you can take it home to pad the table or make the bed.

As for where this "Daily Survivor" came from, no one has paid attention to it.

After all, it has just released its first issue and its popularity is too small.

It is impossible for factory owners, chamber of commerce bosses, and city hall officials as small as Boulder City to notice...

That night.

With an energetic expression on his face, President Malvern returned to his mansion on the inner edge.

The negotiations with the owner of Shuguang City went very smoothly. The other party came up with a beautiful purchase list, which included a large number of building materials, textiles and food.

This will create at least 50,000 jobs in Boulder City and solve the food and clothing problems of nearly 100,000 people.

By this time tomorrow, Boulder City's GDP will reach a new high!

The new alliance's repayment of interest and the influx of raw materials from the northern suburbs will give the factories in the industrial zone a new lease of life!

What makes Malvern most gratified is that recently many factories have begun to borrow money from him.

Some people borrow money for consumption, while others are willing to borrow money to expand production, and other banks can make money from both ends.

And there is almost no risk of bad debts!

Boulder City has entered a new cycle, and he seems to have seen the dawn of economic recovery!

"It seems that you are in a good mood today. Did something good happen to you?" The lady took the coat from his hand.

"Of course," Malvern said with excitement, "after so much back-and-forth, the negotiation is finally over. The representatives of the New Alliance signed the agreement. Our relationship with the New Alliance will enter a new chapter from now on. !”

Although the progress of the negotiations was full of twists and turns, thanks to his resourceful performance at the negotiating table and firmly controlling the pace of the negotiations, he finally forced the representatives of the new alliance to make concessions and reached an agreement.

"But...is it really okay to lend money to those country bumpkins?" The lady looked worried.

In her opinion, people outside the giant wall are either vulgar mercenaries, slovenly scavengers, or robbers.

It was hard for her to trust those people.

Even if those people looked at her for a second, she would get goosebumps all over her body and feel physically uncomfortable.

Malvin had a confident smile on his face.

"What's the problem? They have copper mines, farmland, and large forests... I even wish those country bumpkins could borrow more."

"Debt will turn them into our slaves, which is much better than shackles."

At this time, he suddenly noticed the newspaper on the table.

On the front cover of the newspaper, news of the smooth progress of the negotiations was published.

Malvern couldn't help but raise his eyebrows curiously.

The negotiations just ended today. Representatives of the new alliance reluctantly signed the loan agreement two hours ago, and neither party has had time to make an official announcement.

How did this little-known newspaper guess that the deal would be concluded today?

Meng is pretty accurate.

It couldn't have been printed a few hours ago.

"What is this?"

"Survivor Daily."

Sitting on the sofa, Alyssa was gently stroking the cat in her arms. After hearing the question, she raised her head and answered in a soft voice.

"Has our family subscribed to this newspaper?" Malvern asked doubtfully.

Alyssa shook her head slightly.

"No, but I think this newspaper is quite interesting... Didn't I lose a cat before?"

Melvin couldn't remember which one it was. His daughter had too many cats.

Seeing as if she was close, she didn’t remember this, so Alyssa continued in a soft voice.

"You told me at the time that you had already ordered the butler to post a notice for the missing cat in the tavern. It won't be long before a mercenary will help me bring it back."

"It seems like this happened...what happened next?" Malvern couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

It seems that the cat has not been found, and he has broken his promise in front of his daughter.

However, Alyssa, who was sensible, did not blame him and continued in a gentle tone.

"Later, the mercenary gentleman did not show up, but the newspaper found me through the cat search notice in the tavern, and said that they could place an advertisement for me in the newspaper for free. As long as they found Xiao Hei, I would be willing to do it for him. Just write a thank you note."

Malvern smiled after hearing this.

Is this because he wants to use his daughter's fame to become famous in newspapers?

These people are quite business-minded.

In the high society of Boulder City, his daughter's name is much more expensive than a few chips.

However, such a small thing was not worth worrying about. He just cared about his daughter.

"It would be great if I could find it."

"yes."

Caressing the kitten in her arms, Alyssa felt a trace of sadness in her eyes, "I'm really worried about whether it will be hungry."

…

at the same time.

There is a single-family building not far from the warehouse area. There is a plaque reading [Voice of the Alliance] hanging on the door.

Judging from the brand-new nail, this sign should have just been hung up not long ago.

Different from the deserted entrance, the door was busy at the moment.

Especially Hal, who served as the newspaper chief, was busy from morning to evening without a moment's rest. He wished he could split himself into two people.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

Since the newspaper had just been established and was short of manpower, he had to wear multiple hats. He was responsible for both the content and layout of the newspaper, as well as the newspaper's contact with the outside world.

As for why it became like this, we have to start from that afternoon three days ago.

According to the instructions of the administrator, the new alliance needs its own voice channel.

Because the New Alliance's office in Boulder City was short of manpower, Shuyu and Luka had some discussions, and this important task fell on Hal.

Hal was flattered by the new alliance's trust.

Although he also wanted to repay these people for saving their lives and taking them in, and to prove his ability, he had never run a newspaper after all, and he didn't even know what a newspaper was.

Fortunately, Shuyu didn't really dump all the work on him. Instead, he went to the talent market to find a few employees who had worked in "The Voice of Boulder City" for him. Busy, but not in a hurry.

"Daily Survivor" is the first product they launched, and its distribution scope is mainly in the outer city of Boulder City.

1,200 copies of the first issue were printed, and were placed in pubs, grocery stores and mobile vendors with relatively low consumption levels.

These newspapers are printed at the local printing factory in Boulder City. The printing volume is less than 10,000 copies. The factory cost of each newspaper is about 0.5 chips.

If you include labor, rent, water and electricity, their expenses for the whole day today reached thousands of chips.

As for the collection, there is no need to think about it for the time being.

These newspapers are provided to those partners almost free of charge.

The retail price of each newspaper is one chip. If it is sold, after deducting the profits belonging to the partners, they can recover the cost of printing the newspaper at most.

In order to promote these newspapers, they also sent fifty boxes of Nuka-Cola!

But these efforts are all worth it.

There was a meeting in the conference room on the second floor of the newspaper. Hal summoned the only editors of the newspaper to collect suggestions left by readers in the newspaper and discuss the content of the next issue.

At this time, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and a staff member walked in hurriedly.

"Good news! Half of the 1,200 newspapers have been sold!"

After hearing this, many people at the conference table relaxed their brows and showed joy on their faces.

When you can browse it at will, you can sell half of it. For a new newspaper with no reputation, this result is quite good.

At least it means there is nothing wrong with their content.

The staff member paused for a moment and continued.

"...But the bad news is that we didn't make any money. We only recovered 120 chips and more than 3,000 empty bottles."

After hearing the second half of this sentence, the editors sitting at the conference table looked at each other.

"...Maybe I can make a profit by selling these bottles." An editor glanced at the newspaper editor and suggested in a low voice.

It's not easy to find a job here.

Especially newspapers are not necessities of life.

He was really worried that the job he finally found would be lost again.

Seeing the concern in everyone's eyes, Hal, who was sitting at the conference table, stood up and cheered everyone up with an enthusiastic voice.

"Don't worry about losses, profits are not our goal! There is only one thing we have to do now, and that is to become famous as soon as possible!"

"I just carefully studied the feedback and suggestions. The title "Daily Survivor" is still too general, and the content is not targeted enough!"

"No one sitting in the office is interested in which factory's assembly line is short of workers, and workers in Boulder City are not even interested in what the Queen of the Night is wearing today."

“I think that in addition to the Survivor Daily, we should also establish different sub-magazines such as the Workers’ Daily, the Citizen’s Daily, and the Young Master’s Daily to target different customer groups with different content! "

"Since "Voice of Boulder City" has occupied the upper-class society in Boulder City, then we will go to the areas where they have set foot and open up a new battlefield!"

When he said these words, Hal felt that every cell in his body was boiling, and his eyes were shining with excitement and ambition.

If this plan can be realized, the newspaper he founded will occupy every hour of the residents of Boulder City after dinner, and the words he wrote will be read repeatedly by hundreds of thousands of people.

He will become the "uncrowned king" of this city!

After being away from home for so long, this was the first time he encountered such an exciting thing.

Listening to him describe this amazing blueprint, everyone's faces showed expressions of surprise.

one editor couldn't help but ask.

“Do we have that much budget?”

Hal said firmly.

"...There will always be a way! Didn't our boss say that? The alliance will not be stingy in investing in the cultural industry!"

"What's more, we just got a 200 million chip loan. There must be a place for the money, right?"

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(Thanks to the leader "Ah Nie" for the reward!!! I got up late today...T.T)