This Game Is Too Realistic

Boulder City.

In the conference room on the third floor of the city hall, the long conference table was completely silent, except for the cigarette ashes shaken off from time to time and the everlasting nicotine.

Legion is gone.

In other words, they were running with their tail between their legs, and probably wouldn't care about the Valley Province for a long time.

This is something to be happy about.

However...

Everyone sitting at the conference table was completely unhappy.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the conference room was solemn. It didn't look like a meeting, but like a funeral.

The only thing that was incompatible with this funeral-like atmosphere was probably the brown shirt Du Long wore inside out under his black coat.

It wasn't until he was sitting here that he realized that he had put it on backwards. He didn't have time to change it, so he could only repeatedly fiddle with the collar of his jacket with his hands.

The meeting lasted from late night to dawn.

Trying to hold up his heavy eyelids, Dulong quietly looked around the people at the conference table again, trying to read some changes in their positions from their expressions.

However, there is still no clue.

In order to ease the stiff atmosphere on the conference table, he cleared his throat and spoke in a tactful tone.

"...At least, he didn't lie to us."

Seeing that no one interrupted him, Du Long continued.

"Not a single bullet last night...even the bullet casings fell on our huge wall. Those ammunition they fired were undoubtedly fireworks."

"I think there is no need for us to be overly nervous. The Alliance is a very friendly neighbor and they have always been happy to have a relationship with us."

When he said these words, Dulong kept his posture very low and his tone was solicitous. After all, there are few people sitting here with lower status than him.

Except for Melvin, the president of the Bank of Boulder, and Yeager, the deputy director who is always at odds with him, the rest of the people are either nobles from the inner city or officers in the militia... These are the people who belong to Boulder City. A true dignitary.

In comparison, he is more like a servant to the Lord of the City, taking care of "non-core business" and a housekeeper for him.

Several people in front of the conference table exchanged glances and whispered a few words.

The expressions of several nobles in the inner city showed a trace of relaxation, and they felt that what he said was a bit unreasonable. After all, the Alliance had indeed not taken the initiative to provoke them, and had also sold them many interesting gadgets, which enriched their day and life. night.

Only the man in the militia uniform still had a straight face, staring at Dulong without any change in his expression, and snorted coldly in reply.

"Oh? So we still have to thank them?"

His name is Weilun, he is the commander of the 1,000-man unit of the Boulder City Militia, a veteran nobleman in the inner city, and the most difficult hardliner to deal with at the time.

Although isolation is the consensus of residents in the inner city of Boulder City, how and how to isolate is a matter that can be discussed.

"You misunderstood, that's not what I meant."

Du Long sighed softly, looked at the officer with a headache, and continued to talk.

"Let's look at the problem objectively. It's better for that airship... or that 400mm main gun to fall into the hands of the Alliance than to be taken by the Legion, right? Even if those people in the northern suburbs are a bunch of country bumpkins, playing in the mud." Split-claw crabs are also relatively civilized.”

The officer narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly.

"You mean I'm not objective enough?"

Dulong: "..."

Seeing that the meeting had reached a deadlock again, Malvern, who was sitting at the corner of the long table, coughed lightly and said in a tone of voice to smooth things over.

"I think Mr. Director wants to express that the situation we are facing has improved a lot compared to half a month ago, and there is no need to be so gloomy."

Seeing his ally speaking, Dulong immediately picked up his words.

"That's what I meant."

Sitting next to Weilun, an officer in charge of city defense suddenly sighed.

"Automated anti-aircraft firepower, hundreds of artillery pieces... God of Deer, how did they break through that thing?"

At 7:58 last night, the alliance set off fireworks for an hour and two minutes, and the anti-aircraft guns and missiles on the giant wall were also loaded and on standby all night.

If the dense pyrotechnics were replaced by artillery shells equipped with proximity fuzes, not a single plane in Boulder City would be able to successfully take off.

After all, even if a vertical take-off and landing fighter jet can switch to fixed-wing mode, it still needs a distance of more than ten miles to fully accelerate.

Before this, it did not require sophisticated technology to shoot it down. A single salvo of broadside firepower was enough.

There is no doubt that the hillbillies from the northern suburbs are showing off their pitiful muscles in the name of the celebration.

Thinking of this, the officer couldn't help gritting his teeth and cursing in his heart.

It was just a fluke that he won a battle with the Legion, so he showed off his power in front of them.

This villain has such a handsome face...

What a beating!

"I still have that view," Weilun said expressionlessly, "We should tighten our assistance to them! Immediately!"

Dulong sighed.

"for example?"

Weilun did not hesitate.

"Suspend loans! Suspend trade with the north!"

Dulong was not surprised at all that he would say this. The big bosses of these militia groups had no idea that firewood, rice, oil and salt were expensive.

He was about to say something.

However, before he could speak, a man in luxurious clothes said everything he wanted to say.

"The latter one is unrealistic. What you eat, what you wear, what you eat...all come from trade between us and other surviving settlements."

Du Long glanced at this man. He recognized this man. His name was Sid. He was a famous nobleman in the inner city. He was also the major shareholder behind Weijia Trading Company at that time.

This guy's property is not just Weijia Trading Company, nor is it just Boulder City, he has shares in the farm in the south and the mercenary group there. His family background is so rich that it is difficult to calculate it with chips.

At that moment, Du Long also noticed the devil's silk clothes on his body and the leather shoes made of death claw skin on his feet.

In a sense, what he said is indeed correct. All of his food, clothing, and clothing do come from trade with the outside world.

As soon as Sid finished speaking, another noble from the inner city, whose status was equally high, spoke immediately.

"Yes, it is simply unrealistic to suspend trade with one party alone! After leaving the giant wall, those caravans will not let you know where they have gone. Even if you close the northern door, even if you only leave the southern one, As long as there is still money to be made in the northern suburbs, they will go around in a big circle."

Weilun's brow twitched.

Although his attitude was still tough, he may have realized that his words had not been thought through, so he changed his words and made a slight concession.

"Ignore trade for now, at least the loan must be stopped!"

He knew that the money belonged to Boulder City Bank.

It's easy to stop a loan, and you can freeze hundreds of millions of chips with just a few clicks of your finger.

The nobles didn't have any objections. Anyway, the alliance's money bag had nothing to do with them. However, just when Weilun's face was about to show a smile, the bank president Malvern coughed dryly and suddenly said: .

"About this... I also have something to say."

Seeing everyone looking at him, he continued to talk.

"Those loans are not so much an aid to them as they are to ourselves. The residents of Boulder City cannot afford to buy our things. If we suspend loans to the alliance, at least half of the factories will Therefore it closed down.”

Hearing this, Sid quickly spoke.

"That's not possible! Loans cannot be stopped!"

All the nobles nodded in agreement and expressed several opinions.

"That's right!"

"This idea of ​​suspending loans is simply stupid! Our factories have already started operations, but if we suspend their loans, who will pay the workers wages!"

"Even if we want to stop, we still have to wait until those country bumpkins settle the payment!"

Seeing that there were more and more allies on his side, Malvern breathed a sigh of relief and continued to strike while the iron was hot.

"I think so too. The economy that has been stagnant for a century has finally shown signs of recovery. We cannot let it be interrupted...at least not now."

The officer sitting next to Weilun couldn't help but clenched his fists and scolded you.

"Are you going to just watch them grow bigger?"

Du Long whispered.

"I have to explain this. Their strength is indeed growing, and we have become stronger in the same way."

"Don't talk about it. Just say that among the three thousand mercenaries who were hired to fight on the front line, except for those who died and stayed there, at least one or two thousand came back... They are all soldiers who have been on the battlefield, not that This kind of battlefield to clean up slime mold is a hot battle between firepower and firepower. We can definitely recruit them and train them as grassroots officers!"

He has always dreamed of having his own weapons in the city hall, and now is undoubtedly the best opportunity.

Seeing Weilun lost in thought, Dulong felt slightly happy. However, before he could be happy, his ally Malvern suddenly betrayed him.

"As for military expansion... I don't think it's necessary. It's enough for us to ensure that we and our neighbors have the ability to destroy each other. They are economically dependent on us and will be even more dependent on us in the future. Those loans are just a trap for them. Put on the chain... This is more effective than expanding the army."

Just kidding.

Once the army expands, it means raising taxes. The city hall won't do it, and he has no choice but to do it.

The residents in the outer cities have been squeezed dry, and there is no hope for them to make any profit. Only recently with the increase in jobs, the situation has improved a little.

Where this money will come from is obvious.

Ignoring Dulong's crazy look at him, Malvern continued.

"If we, the city lord, have no plans to expand our territory, raising so many troops will only be a burden for us."

The nobles sitting at the conference table also nodded.

Most of them have properties in the city. If they expand their army, it will inevitably lead to an increase in taxes, further increasing their operating costs.

At least on this matter, their position is consistent with that of Boulder City Bank.

Weilun frowned.

He could ignore the opinions of Du Long and Governor Malvern, but he could not ignore the nobles sitting here.

Two centuries of intermarriage have made the power structure of the inner city deeply entangled.

Especially those old nobles, many of them did not spend money to buy "tickets" to enter the inner city, but were inside the original building from the beginning.

Some of them maintain the operation of the City Lord's "core business", and some manage the assets in the distant world. Even the City Lord will listen to their opinions.

At least listen selectively.

At this time, Malvern coughed slightly and tried to smooth things over again.

"Actually, I'm not too worried. Our neighbors are very trustworthy..."

After a pause, he continued.

"Just yesterday, the manager sent his subordinates to deliver 12 boxes of treasures to us. Those were collected by General McClun. My professional evaluation team gave us an estimate of 8 to 9.6 million chips. …This amount will be used as an advance payment to repay interest over the next three years.”

Before he finished speaking, his eyes instantly became hot when he saw the nobles.

Especially the shareholders of Boulder City Bank.

Although these treasures entered the bank's vault and were not directly related to them, these treasures will soon appear at the auction.

To them, chips are just numbers, and only the money they get out can maintain their value forever, whether it is buying real estate, rare metals, imported goods from the ideal city, or treasures from the pre-war era.

The Legion Captain's Collection...

I'm sure they won't be disappointed.

The atmosphere at the conference table suddenly became lively. The excited whispers and sleepy faces caught Du Long and Weilun sitting at the table off guard.

"I didn't expect [those country bumpkins] to be quite generous."

"This is not generous, this is the interest that should be paid to us!"

A nobleman sighed.

"War... money comes in really fast."

Looking at the nobles chatting excitedly, Malvern breathed a sigh of relief and smiled on his face.

It seems that this card was played at the right time...

…

If there is anyone who would be least able to accept the termination of financial cooperation with the Alliance, it is undoubtedly Boulder City Bank.

The bankruptcy of the factories in Boulder City will make it difficult for the nobles in the inner city to eat, and even lead a period of poverty, but it will not break their bones.

But Malvern is different.

His bank is not only a creditor of the alliance, but also lends money to the factories in Boulder City so that the factory owners can expand their production.

If the alliance's loans are frozen, those factories will not be able to collect their debts and will not be able to repay him. Large-scale bad debts will instantly trigger systemic risks.

That is, liquidity dries up.

Those country bumpkins in the northern suburbs were so cunning that they signed a large number of orders with the factory in Boulder City as soon as they got the loan, and the production tasks were even scheduled for ten years.

Only now did Malvern realize why the representatives of the alliance were so quick when signing the contract. They agreed to all the unequal treaties including the prohibition of spot trading, the scope of the use of chips, the establishment of supervision accounts, etc.

I bet these guys had planned it from the beginning and tied him to their chariot.

There is no doubt that he is the richest man in the city, and not all of his money is his own. Most of it was given to him by others.

Including the residents of the outer city, the nobles of the inner city, and even the city lord. In addition to private accounts, there are also taxes from the city hall, military expenses from the militia, etc.

If this goes wrong...

It can't be solved by burning a few accounts and killing a few people.

Thinking about the consequences of that sequence, Malvern felt a headache, but he also felt dumbfounded.

He had never been to the Alliance, but he was forced to kill half of the Alliance's people, and even had to withstand the pressure from the inner city for the Alliance...

And he just couldn't quit.

Because the benefits given by those people are too many...

After the meeting, I finally went home.

Sitting on the soft sofa, Malvin rubbed the sore bags under his eyes and couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

"These cunning skunks..."

Alyssa, who was reading the newspaper, tilted her head.

"dad?"

"It's nothing...my good daughter," Malvern immediately put on a gentle expression and rubbed his daughter's fluffy hair lovingly, "Dad is just a little tired, just rest for a while."

Alyssa blinked and said intelligently.

"Because of the war?"

"It doesn't matter, it has something to do with it..." Malvern sighed and said to himself tiredly, "The ideal situation is that the Alliance takes our money and fights with the Legion to the detriment of both sides, so that we can While doing business with the alliance that wants us, let the alliance do things according to our requirements. "

"Something unexpected happened and they took the airship." Alyssa said thoughtfully.

Glancing at the newspaper in her hand, Malvin smiled and nodded.

"That's right... they took the airship and let us know that they had repaired it and even played with it... these cunning little foxes."

"Not a skunk?"

"Ahem," Malvin coughed dryly, "Don't imitate daddy's speech... By the way, why am I talking about these boring things."

He doesn't want his lovely little daughter to think about those annoying things. His two sons are both excellent people. One is familiar with business in the inner city, and the other travels in ideal cities. He can safely give them the future of the family. .

Malvern yawned.

"It's getting late, your music teacher will be here soon... You'd better put the newspaper away, otherwise your mother will see it and she will be upset again."

Alyssa made a helpless expression and put down the newspaper in her hand.

"All right……"

That voice was full of reluctance,

She dragged out the last syllable...

…

㱗The wasteland welcomes Li Da.

The evening celebration has come to an end, but the excitement on the forum continues.

And the cause of everything is naturally the announcement of A Guang's announcement by Gou.

[The "Battle of Ruigu City" campaign rewards have been distributed, and the lottery is open for a limited time. Please redeem your points for prizes in time! 】

[The "Ten Thousand Yellow Sands" expansion pack is officially launched. In order to consolidate the fruits of victory, we will support our neighbors and drive away the legions spreading chaos and plague to the west of the desert! 】

[Registration for the Expeditionary Force is open! (Note: Only combat professions are counted. Live professional players do not need to worry, there will be exclusive expansion-related tasks released in the future.)]

Tails: "Ouch! Golden legend! (✪ω✪)"

Roshan Big Momo: "!!! What did you smoke?"

Tails: "Wait a moment, wait until I'm healthy first! (•̀ω•́)✧"

Quit smoking: “???”

Si Si: "Oh, as expected of Ah Wei, compared to the lottery, the first floor is more important! (￣▽￣)"

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "I'm crying, I'm so fucking Luoxia Province... I can't claim the prize at all."

I was the darkest: "It's okay pangolin, let's save it for you first! (Funny)"

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Get out! Don't move! I'll be back! (Angry)"

Quit smoking: "Where's Fang Chang! The new expansion pack is out!"

Irena: "Where's the analysis? Where's the commentary? Why haven't you come out yet! Haven't you had enough to eat? (Funny)"

Crow Crow: "It's time for Master Yun to go to work!"

The Mole Escaped from the Canyon: "Damn it...this guy must have won the first prize and dared not take the risk!"

Commander of Fountain: "(trembling.jpg)"

Debt-eyed: "Fuck! The Dogecoin European Emperor is out! (angry)"

The boy and brick at the construction site: "Why are you so honest? (Angry)"

Commander of the Fountain: "Ahem... lollipop."

The construction site boy and Brick: "Hahahaha! Noob!"

Teng Teng: "You...you really believed what he said. (Squints)"

Ye Shi: "Damn, that bitch Fang Chang has really disappeared... Damn it, no wait, it's going to be o'clock in a few minutes, see you online, brothers!"

Lao Bai: "See you online. (Baring teeth)"

Guangfeng: "(squinting smile)"

Garbage Picking Level 99: "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,,, yeah, yeah, that, that's that, we're at the gate of No. 117 of the sewer mission! The train leaves on time at seven o'clock, come quickly if you want to brush up on the serial level!"

"..."

Seeing the noisy little players on the forum, Chu Guang was sincerely happy for them.

Although he suffered a heavy hemorrhage this time, and in just one month, the alliance lost its expected entire year's budget, his young players have gained a lot.

The rewards for most players are more than 2,000 silver coins, which is enough to buy a Miner Type I exoskeleton, and many players who have made outstanding contributions are even rewarded more than 20,000 silver coins.

Excluding ammunition, supplies, weapon losses, logistics losses, etc., the "direct rewards" issued to players in this battle alone amounted to 30 million silver coins!

This is not counting the lottery.

At present, the silver price on the official Yiyi platform is also fluctuating violently, but Chu Guang is not unreasonable.

A bank is not a casino, let alone a financial product.

It is a "financing" channel for the closed beta test of "Wasteland OL" and the players, or it is a tool for them to "pay wages and subsidies" to the players.

After the market volume shrinks and most speculators leave the market, he will put in some technologies that are not too difficult to eliminate in the 21st century.

Alternative options include aviation fuel, laser components to ignite controlled fusion, etc... These are all technologies before the prosperity era.

As for how to properly use these technologies, that is not his concern, and I believe it does not need his concern.

Chu Guang also discovered it suddenly.

Although his "business ability" was a bit lacking at the beginning, he has become more and more comfortable handling these affairs after staying in the position of manager for a long time.

In addition, the accumulated savings from the previous expansion pack were finally put to use.

Except for the small fractions from the elementary blind box and the intermediate blind box, he has listed most of the equipment from the advanced blind box as raffle prizes on the official website.

Chu Guang will award three "reward pools".

The first-level reward pool mainly consists of trophies seized from the legion, as well as basic weapons produced by the alliance, light weapons aided by the Boulder City military, etc., and is worth between 1 and 500 silver coins.

The secondary reward pool is mainly composed of relatively expensive equipment, including weapon accessories and exoskeletons, which are worth 500 silver coins to a range of 2000 silver coins.

The third-level reward pool is mostly the prizes that Chu Guang opened the blind box himself, as well as the good things he got from Ideal City, etc.

The quality of these equipment is quite good. Chu Guang believes that his young players can give full play to their imagination and maximize their value under appropriate circumstances.

As for Chu Guang himself, his need for equipment is not that great.

Not to mention that there are not many opportunities for him to go to the front line. This magical outfit is already close to full. If he is given another ax, he will not change from "Karl Franz" to "Hill". "Dwarf"?

That’s too much money!

Now that even Nicole is wearing an exoskeleton, Chu Guang is even confident that he can defeat a tank alone on the frontal battlefield.

It is no exaggeration to say so.

After all, that nitrogen-powered hammer was designed to destroy bunkers and resist armor.

In addition, in addition to the high-tech equipment obtained from the blind boxes, Chu Guang was even more surprised by the changes he had made.

This time back from the front line.

His level finally broke through level 30!