This Game Is Too Realistic

You are an old friend, so you can't give me less than others, right?

Chu Guang thought so. When he saw the 1 billion Cr acquisition proposal, he was still stunned for a moment.

It’s okay to buy it for the money...

Are you the kind of person who will be bribed with money? !

In the conference room of the Alliance Building, Chu Guang and Yi Chuan were sitting in front of the round conference table.

Thinking that the manager thought the money was too little, Yi Chuan coughed dryly and continued in a lowered voice.

"The price can be negotiated... In addition, in addition to the above amount, we can also deposit a sum of money into your personal account privately."

This kind of situation is not uncommon in Yunjian Province. Many important people in the settlement have bought luxury houses overlooking the sea of ​​clouds in Ideal City. Even outside the Yunjian Province, as far away as Qingquan City in the River Valley Province and Boulder City, which is not a partner at all, many big shots have sent their families there before.

It's just that because the two sides are too far away from each other, the so-called nobles in those settlements usually can't afford much Cr, and at most they can live a life similar to that of ordinary people in the ideal city.

The alliance is an important strategic partner of the enterprise, and it is not comparable to Boulder City.

The two parties signed a currency swap agreement a long time ago, and its strategic significance goes beyond the general partners of enterprises in the cloud industry.

At least in Yi Chuan's view, this was not a taboo that could not be discussed, but after hearing his hint, Chu Guang's expression became serious.

"Mr. Yi, how long have we known each other?"

Yi Chuan was stunned for a moment.

"It's more than half...what's wrong?"

Chu Guang said sadly.

"Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Seeing his expression, Yi Chuan was immediately dumbfounded.

Before this guy could speak, Chu Guang continued.

"Our alliance is indeed still lagging behind and cannot keep up with your prosperity, but I am willing to stay with my companions."

“Don’t say this kind of thing that hinders unity again!”

Yi Chuan nodded dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry... I was presumptuous, but this is just a plan we provide, no offense is intended."

Chu Guang sighed and continued.

"I understand that money is the easiest way to solve the problem. It is not a problem if it can be solved with gold coins. But what we are discussing now is a new thing that may determine the future of the planet under our feet... Let me ask another way. , will you sell immature products to customers?”

Yi Chuan shook his head subconsciously.

"Of course not."

Chu Guang looked at him and said sincerely.

"The same goes for us."

"We have opened up a new route in the research branch of mutant slime mold. We have high hopes for it, hoping that it can end the wasteland, and hope that it will bring us a more beautiful and harmonious future... In We envision a new world in which mutant slime molds will no longer be used as weapons, but as a medium that can help us understand ourselves and the universe."

"Because we have so much expectation placed on it, we don't want to burn ourselves prematurely while it's not perfect yet."

Yi Chuan nodded to express his understanding but couldn't help but ask.

"But... wouldn't it be more helpful to realize your dreams if more students and experts are involved?"

Guessing that he would say this, Chu Guang sighed and said.

"Yes, but we know that human nature is unreliable, and we must be wary of it being used for other purposes. Whether this is done with good intentions or malicious intentions, there may be unpredictable consequences... You should have seen it, right? , what has Jinchuan province become now.”

Yi Chuan looked at Chu Guang dumbly.

"Then...in what form do you want cooperation to unfold?"

"At least it's not this kind of buyout," Chu Guang gently pushed the agreement on the table and continued, "I can tell you the bottom line here."

Yi Chuan nodded seriously.

"You said."

Chu Guang raised three fingers.

"First, the brood nest will not be transferred. 'Xiao Yu' must stay in the alliance and must be in our shelter. Only in this way can we ensure that the brood nest is absolutely controllable."

"Secondly, in order to prevent new mutations from occurring, we will not breed new mothers with independent consciousness, thereby preventing the mother from losing control."

"Thirdly, we will extend a helping hand to areas that need to clear out brood nests, but the assistance plan needs to be based on the opinions of our researchers, and our people must lead the entire implementation process."

"Except for these three items, which are non-negotiable, everything else is negotiable."

To put it simply, Xiaoyu is like the "Giant Panda" of the Alliance.

But its significance is not only for viewing, but also for unlocking more than two dozen "blind boxes" sealed by mutant slime mold in the wasteland.

Unlocking the ruins in the center of Qingquan City is enough to usher in a technological explosion for the Alliance, which is not inferior to that of Qingquan City. There are still many ruins in the wasteland.

Not even just Middle-earth, not even just on land.

The Alliance can share the research results for the benefit of all mankind, but for the benefit of the Alliance, Chu Guang must keep this Xiaoyu in Vault 404.

Through human radio, mind interference and quantum computer technology, Xiaoyu can get rid of "self-limitation", "insufficient computing power" and other self-constraints, and open "bases" throughout the planet.

As long as Xiaoyu's body remains in the shelter, these bases across the world will also be safe and controllable.

After hearing Chu Guang's conditions, Yi Chuan opened his mouth, but he didn't expect such a profound thing. After all, the company's understanding of Xiaoyu was only the series of smoke bombs released by "Qingquan City Daily".

After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but ask.

"Then what about the data exchange agreement we signed... on the research on mutant slime mold?"

Seeing the concern in Yi Chuan's eyes, Chu Guang said with a smile.

"If it is effective, we just hope that before this technology matures, we will lead how to continue this new technology route."

After a pause, Chu Guang continued speaking as he looked at Yi Chuan who breathed a sigh of relief.

"We do not necessarily mean the end of the future, but currently this is the most promising route we have explored to solve the current problem. I believe in our academics and technical staff, and I will support them until the end without any interference."

Looking at the shorthand content on the holographic screen, Yi Chuan stretched out his index finger and pinched the center of his eyebrows, and sighed after a while.

"I will report your request to the council...but honestly I can't think of a better alternative than 1 billion Cr, maybe you can give me a hint or suggestion."

The biggest difference between the two major forces, the enterprise, the legion, and the academy, on issues related to the Brood is that they do not have a large territory, only a prosperous ideal city.

There are mother nests in Yunjian Province, but after all, those mother nests are not on the company's own territory.

Moreover, according to their discovery that the expansion of mutant slime mold is self-limiting, the small population and wild alien species in the wasteland are not enough to support their crazy reproduction like two centuries ago.

In other words, companies are very interested in the mutant slime mold in Qingquan City. After all, it can unlock large unexplored areas for them. In fact, they have no urgent need to solve the problem of the mother nest of Yunjian Province.

This is why the Council prefers to negotiate a suitable price with the Alliance.

In contrast, the Legion, which has conquered a vast territory but is helpless to deal with the problems on its own territory, is more eager to obtain the technology to control slime mold.

There are more mother nests entrenched in the territory of the Weiland people than the Wandering Swamp, Cloud Province, and River Valley Province combined...

Now colleges and companies are coming to visit one after another. As the news spreads, 80% of the legion representatives will come to Dawn City in the near future.

It's hard to get much concessions by negotiating with those lunatics alone, unless companies and colleges are brought together...

Chu Guang thought for a moment, suddenly something moved in his heart, and he blurted out.

"We can establish a multilateral and cross-regional cooperation committee to solve the problems related to mutant slime mold."

Yi Chuan hesitated and asked.

"Similar to the Post-War Reconstruction Commission?"

Chu Guang shook his head.

"No, this committee does not have any administrative binding force and does not involve other fields. It only focuses on issues related to mutant slime mold. All parties can put forward their own demands at the meeting and discuss with other members to seek common ground while reserving differences."

If consensus can be reached on the agenda related to mutant slime mold, cooperation in other fields can also be carried out on this basis.

At least gain a basis of trust.

Yi Chuan thought for a moment and seemed to realize the reason for establishing this committee. His eyes became brighter and he spoke.

"This idea sounds good! Including the demands you made before, I will give feedback to the council!"

A smile appeared on Chu Guang's face, and he stood up with Yi Chuan from the conference table, extending his right hand to him who was coming towards him.

"I hope we have a happy cooperation!"

…

While Chu Guang was discussing the details of the "Symbiotic Slime Mold Research Committee" on behalf of representatives of the alliance and enterprises, Hindison, who was imprisoned in a small dark room, was being interrogated by the Guards Corps.

To the surprise of the interrogator in charge of the interrogation, they had just been asked to sit on the chair before the interrogation started. Xin Dison explained everything in one go.

It’s not just Cindyson.

The same goes for the other six suspects.

They are all in the business of making nutritional pastes and fertilizer materials. Today, they plan to take advantage of the peak of the wave to buy a batch of fruiting body remains and sell them to the Free State. However, the Alliance authorities suddenly issued a document stating that the fruiting body remains will not be sold. .

Not only will it not be sold this time, it will also not be sold in the future.

Seeing that the cooked duck was about to fly away, these merchants were immediately frightened. They even looked for buyers, but the alliance told them that they would not sell it.

As a result, Cindyson came up with a plan and planned the "Qingquan City Daily" case, hoping to incite public opinion in Dawn City to put pressure on the alliance authorities.

He obviously underestimated the cohesion within the alliance society. This move may be a little bit beneficial to the former Boulder City, but for the survivors of Dawn City, doing so will only make them lift stones. Smash yourself in the foot.

Looking at the three-page transcript, the two people sitting in front of the interrogation table exchanged glances. One of them looked at Hindison and couldn't help but ask.

"...Is this all you want to do?"

Sindison nodded tremblingly and tried to explain.

"This... is not a trivial matter. This is a billion-dollar deal."

More than a billion cloth dollars are only about 10 million dinars when converted into alliance silver coins, which is only about 10,000 yuan.

The two interrogators didn't know what to say for a moment, so they exchanged glances and made eye contact.

'Is it possible he's lying? ’

‘The confessions of several suspects were similar, and no other physical evidence was found in the room... This possibility is very small. ’

‘Mom… I thought it was a big case just because of this. ’

‘%￥#@! ’

Seeing the interrogator's face getting darker and darker, Cindyson felt even more frightened. Finally, she couldn't help but asked cautiously.

"Two eldest brothers...I, I am really not a spy."

The interrogator sitting on the right said with a dark face.

"The existing evidence does not prove that you are a spy, but your behavior still caused extremely bad effects and indirectly caused serious losses to the property of the people of the Alliance."

Another interrogator continued.

"Just last night, protesters burned down the warehouse of Tujia Printing Factory. The whole city's newspapers were out of stock that day. The estimated loss was probably tens of thousands of silver coins. Even if you are not a spy, you can't escape the crime of inciting destruction. "

When he heard that the protesters actually ordered the printing house to be destroyed, Cindyson broke out in a cold sweat. This was completely different from the script he originally thought.

He simply couldn't imagine what would happen if he fell into the hands of [those people]. What made him even more panicked was that now everyone would know that he was taken away from the Highway Town Hotel.

In other words, they already know who he is...

"I admit the compensation! I pay the money!" Xindison said pleadingly as she clenched her handcuffed fists, "I am willing to pay double the compensation, as long as you are willing to let me leave here... I promise not to do it again in the future. He knows how to do this kind of thing!"

The interrogator chuckled and cast a look of disdain on him.

"You regret it now? What did you do earlier?"

Another interrogator said in a teasing tone.

"The crime of incitement to sabotage is a public prosecution. There is no reconciliation. Financial compensation can exempt you from hard labor, but you cannot escape a sentence of more than ten years. If you ask me, that's all if you are really a spy. Maybe you can get leniency. Deal with it. You did this stupid thing just for tens of thousands. We just want to find opportunities for you to make meritorious deeds, but there is nowhere to find them."

After working hard all night, he caught a little mouse. Both of them were speechless and took their anger out on this guy.

Seeing that his plea was in vain, Cindyson completely tore off the mask of humiliation and yelled at the two people at the interrogation table with a sullen expression.

"I am a businessman from the Bugla Free State. I am not your citizen. You have no right to arrest me! I, I want to see your administrator!"

Seeing his ugly appearance, the two interrogators laughed.

"You're the only one who still wants to see the manager?"

"We don't care where you are from. Even if you are a relative of the legion commander and you break the law on our territory, you will still be punished by the law."

Cindyson's eyes were filled with fear, but he couldn't help but speak in a threatening tone.

"Aren't you... afraid of causing diplomatic disputes?"

Looking at this incompetent guy, both interrogators laughed.

"Diplomacy? What do we have to discuss with you?"

"If you are not convinced, let your army try it."

After hearing these words, Xindison suddenly slumped on the chair like a deflated rubber ball, his eyes filled with darkness and despair.

The army of the Free State would definitely not go out for such a small character like him. Even if his confidants outside could help him hire mercenaries who were paid to do things, those stragglers would definitely not be opponents of the Alliance Army.

I heard that a long time ago, the Legion's agents in the Free State had bribed mercenaries there and tried to attack the northern part of the Alliance, but they were beaten to death.

It is said that those guys who bumped into them are not regular members of the Alliance.

The two sides are not opponents in the same dimension at all.

It seems that he is settled in this prison...

…

On the other side, the Great Rift Valley, Origin City.

The man sitting in the living room was quietly looking down at the settlement outside the floor-to-ceiling window, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

Stale, depressed, depressing, lifeless, like a sleepy sunset... Every negative description he could think of could be accurately placed on this settlement.

This settlement, known as the City of Origin, was the earliest settlement in the wasteland, even older than the Ideal City on the east coast.

However, with the dissolution of the Construction Committee after the war, this settlement has lost sight of its former glory, leaving only a thin afterglow lingering on the barren yellow land.

This settlement resembles an old man with half a foot in a coffin, and his whole body exudes a frowning corpse odor.

However, when he saw the chief secretary wearing a robe emerging from the room, the man still had a respectful and humble expression on his face and nodded slightly.

The chief secretary stared at him expressionlessly, like a priest, and spoke in a solemn voice without any emotion.

"Please come with me."

The man nodded slightly again, without communicating with him verbally, and followed his footsteps through the open door and entered the conference room with the long obsidian table.

An old man with beard and hair was sitting at the head of the conference table.

That old man is from the Great Rift Valley.

The man bowed slightly and said politely.

"Dear Mr. Chief, may I ask for your instructions?"

The old man who was called Chief did not speak immediately, but spoke in a kind tone.

"Please take a seat."

The man nodded, pulled out a chair at the end of the conference table and sat down.

His name is Odo, and he is the mayor of the Free State. This position is equivalent to the city where ordinary survivors live.

The previous mayor was impeached and resigned because Bugla secretly supported the Legion's rampage in Luxembourg Province. The new mayor is an out-and-out pro-enterprise faction - that is, he supports the Free State Parliament's move to a corporate management system. Move closer to reform.

Although there are constant accusations that he received black money from Sigma, the owner of Firestone Group, he is still an approachable leader in the eyes of many citizens of the Free State.

The same goes for the chief executive sitting at the conference table.

He admires this young man with a humble attitude more than the previous unruly mayor who was hooking up with the Legion's eastward expansionists behind his back.

He is young, capable, and courageous, and his pupils are as clear as a burning torch.

The old man didn't like the companies that had betrayed the War and Construction Committee, and he didn't agree with the choices of those rebels, but he admitted that those people had something worth learning from.

Looking at Odo sitting at the conference table with a humbly asking for advice, the old man slowly spoke.

"I heard that the brood in Qingquan City has been eradicated by the alliance. It seems to be a young force that has just been established. Their leader is the manager of Vault 404."

Otto nodded respectfully.

"I heard about this too."

The old man had a satisfied smile on his face and slowly continued.

"It seems that you have not forgotten your mission, I am very happy. Mutant slime mold is one of the most important threats in this wasteland. We have made many attempts in the past years, but it is a pity that we have to fight After the construction committee was disbanded, we were unable to really solve it..."

Otto listened respectfully to the old man's tale of the past, but with a hint of disdain and disdain in his heart.

In his opinion, the war two years ago was stupid enough in itself. A group of people destroyed two worlds for an inexplicable belief, and everyone had to live a hard life together.

If it becomes like this, it will be even more stupid and hopeless.

A group of old people who are already lying in their graves do not want to take their failure and shame into the grave to reflect on, but they still want to talk endlessly and point fingers at young people like them.

To put it bluntly, he didn't care about the mutant slime mold at all, and he had no interest in worrying about the wastelanders outside, and he didn't understand why he should care about their life and death.

Just let them die?

Once they are all dead, there will be no wasteland.

However, seeing the old man's approval, Otto still agreed against his will for the sake of his supporters.

"...This is indeed an amazing miracle. They have a lot to learn from."

The old man nodded slowly and stared at the young child in front of him with cloudy pupils.

"I'm very happy that you think so... To make a long story short, I'm worried that I didn't pay attention and stayed in a daze for a long time. My time is not worth your precious youth to wait."

After a pause, he continued in a gentle tone.

"I want you to do something."

Otto sighed in his heart, and the trouble came again, but he still maintained his respectful expression and humble attitude and continued.

"Please give me your orders."

The old man spoke slowly and continued.

"You and they are both survivors of the River Valley Province, but I noticed that [you are not very close, which is unwise]. I hope you can get along more harmoniously and start more work on the issues faced by all mankind." For example, now is a good opportunity for more cooperation. ”

Odo was stunned for a moment and said with a wry smile.

"We... are not opposed to cooperation, but whether they are willing to do so remains to be seen."

Still the same as before, this old man never considers the current situation when making unexpected plans.

The Bugla Free State and the Union are competitors in regional affairs, and the diplomatic relations between the two parties have not been harmonious from the beginning, and there has even been friction.

Not to mention whether they can establish friendly relations with the Alliance, the key point is that in their diplomatic strategic map, the Alliance is not a worthy opponent at all.

Even its existence was a mistake from the beginning.

The Bone Chewing Rebellion was supposed to destroy everything from the central to the southern part of the River Valley Province, paving the way for the southward expansion of the Free State that was "inconvenient to do it by yourself" like a prairie fire.

The previous mayor had even planned to join forces with the legion's eastward expansion faction in Qingquan City.

As a result, this alliance appeared out of nowhere, took in the refugees, and successively defeated the Bone-chewing tribe and the legion's eastward expansion, so that their plan completely came to nothing, and hundreds of millions of dollars were invested in the war. Flooded.

Although Otto is not a pro-Legion faction, and is even a pro-corporate faction that is completely contrary to the political views of the former mayor, they have one thing in common, and that is the desire to gain true freedom.

The survivors of Bugla do not want to be a puppet in the grave.

Whether they are looking for help to the west or east, the alliance entrenched in the southern part of the River Valley Province is the biggest obstacle.

Odo wished that the Alliance would blow up a bunch of fireworks tomorrow. How could he possibly establish cooperation with those wastelanders on an issue that they didn't care about at all.

They are even more willing to contact the Torch Church of the South!

But these are things that cannot be said, and it would be meaningless to say them.

That old guy is too old. He can't listen to other people's opinions, and he doesn't care about what other people care about. Those turbid pupils contained only dying fantasies and unrealistic longing for the past.

His greatest sin is living too long.

People shouldn't live that long.

"You have to try, right?"

Not knowing that the child in front of him was cursing in his heart, the old man smiled lightly and continued in a gentle tone.

"Go ahead and give it a try. Just treat this as a task I assigned you. If you pass the test, I will increase the amount of energy supplied to you by 15% in the next year. Of course, if you can't finish it, I can only Regrettably, energy prices will be raised appropriately in the next three years... I hope you understand that I am persuading you in this way, which is necessary."

Although the Bugla Free State also has its own solar, wind, and geothermal power generation facilities, these renewable energy sources alone cannot support the consumption of the entire settlement.

The Great Rift Valley supplies more than 70% of the Free State's energy consumption, and this is one of the reasons why this city that never sleeps can rise from the wasteland.

After more than ten generations, he didn't understand what the young men thought now, nor did he know how to communicate with them, but it was always a good idea to use energy as a bargaining chip to persuade them to obey.

A century and a half ago, those poor people needed energy to make fires to keep out the cold. A century and a half later, their children need energy to support their luxurious lives.

No matter how they use that energy, it all looks the same to him. Appropriate rewards and punishments can mobilize children's enthusiasm.

He has tried this method time and time again.

These inheritances belong to them after all, and he is just giving them appropriate guidance.

Just as the old man expected, the young man slowly lowered his head and said respectfully.

"Remember your teachings, we will try it."

A happy smile appeared on the old man's face.

But his cloudy pupils didn't pay attention. When Otto lowered his head and said these words, he couldn't help but clenched the fist hidden under the table...

This humiliation.

Sooner or later, he will repay you twice as much!