This Game Is Too Realistic

If we were to rank the moral standards of the various factions within the legion, the Civil Service Corps who stayed with His Majesty the Marshal would undoubtedly be ranked at the top.

While the Eastern Legion was still figuring out how to squeeze the last drop of oil out of indentured slaves, the civilian regiment had already referred to the colonial management methods of the Southern Legion and figured out a "systematic" method to transform indentured slaves into debt slaves.㱕Method.

Don't think this is some kind of evil emotion. Considering the background of the wasteland era, turning people from livestock into goods can definitely be regarded as a "good deed".

The poor people in Bugla Free State can at most complain that the advertisement time for opening the refrigerator door is too long and the iris detection device is too anti-human, while the slaves in Borneo Province may not be merciful after hearing their troubles, but will I am confused and ask what refrigerators and advertisements are. Why waste 75 seconds of your life without spending any money?

In short, although the civil servants of Triumph City did not allow the survivors of Xifan Port to use refrigerators, they at least opened a window for their hopeless lives.

These civil servants first cooperated with the nobles of Shizhou, renting slaves from the nobles for 50 dinars a month, and then they gave those slaves an additional 50 to 150 dinars as a "reward" at the end of each month. .

How much you can get depends purely on your performance during the game.

Of course, this money will not be put into the pockets of those slaves. It will be recorded in their accounts. When enough money is saved, they can redeem themselves and their families.

And after these slaves redeemed themselves, they were considered skilled. Not only did they have rich working experience, but they were also more motivated to work.

The legion will continue to hire them to work, and the original reward is their monthly salary.

As far as the Wilantes are concerned, the money they pay these people has not changed. Instead, they have saved the 50 dinars they pay to the nobles every month in rent, which is equivalent to hiring a group of more skilled people at a lower cost.㱕Labo㦂.

For the nobles, how much slaves work does not affect their income. Although it is a pity to sell the slaves, the ransom fee of one thousand dinars is not a loss, which is equivalent to 20 months of income at one time. .

Moreover, they can also make a fortune by relying on the Labor Registration Office, a packaged labor agency.

The only losers are the free people.

It turns out that their food and accommodation were on the nobles' real estate, but now they have to rely on themselves...

…

Sails Harbor.

Compared with the busy and busy days where people were sweating and sweating like rain in the past, the atmosphere on the pier today was a bit weird and unusual.

Black crowds crowded the port, and the entire road from the dock to the warehouse was blocked by water. Their faces were filled with suppressed anger.

They were the first batch to work in Xifan Port. Every brick in this port was condensed with their blood and sweat. However, these people were not only satisfied with stepping on those bricks under their feet, but also wanted to use the little they had. Dignity and hope are also trampled underfoot.

Orsa was not the first coolie to die in Saipan Port, or even the first freeman to die on the job. However, his death was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, leaving the entire port with a wave of shock. The freedmen were completely outraged!

They work hard like donkeys and don't complain. Why do they live?

Isn't it just to get the piece of paper proving that they are free citizens?

Man is an animal that lives on hope as food. When there is hope, he can survive even if he eats dirt.

"As long as you work diligently, you will be free" is like a carrot hanging in front of them. For this carrot and for their family to eat this carrot, they do not hesitate to endure prison. The whips and curses have caused illnesses all over the body, and even broke one's own spine...

However, the old men of Xifan Port pulled off the carrot hanging in front of them and threw their only hope to the ground.

So what if you get it?

With that piece of paper, I can’t control you anymore?

In the end, it's still the same. The only real free people in Saipan Port are those who don't need paper coupons to prove themselves.

No one would ask the Velant people for that thing, and no one would ask the nobles for that thing. Even the priests of Silver Moon Bay and the merchants of the Southern Seas didn't need it. agreement.

Olsa spent a thousand dinars to redeem himself, and he spent an unknown amount to redeem the lives of his family members, and he may have borrowed some from the Wilantes.

However, the compensation for his death was only a pitiful eight hundred dinars!

Eight hundred!

According to the worst worst exchange rate of 1:5, you can't even exchange for 200 silver coins!

This money can neither repay the debt nor sustain the family's expenses for long.

Once he is buried in the ground, his family will either make the same mistake as him, or have the same fate as him.

Or——

You can only sell yourself and start the next cycle of despair.

If the fresh wind in the wasteland never blows here, people here may be able to work hard and endure this without complaining, and even don't wake up until the moment they enter the soil, and the pain for a moment is not a kind of happiness.

Unfortunately, the merchant ships from the east brought more than just wealth and technology.

There is also the idea of ​​enlightenment.

The free people standing here may not recognize many words, but from the priest from Silver Moon Bay, they already know that there is a settlement called Boulder City thousands of kilometers away and an awakened person named Boer.

The strength of one person is very small, but when a hundred thousand survivors unite, even the giant wall hundreds of meters high will tremble, and the building thousands of meters high will collapse!

There are more than 100,000 survivors in Saifan Port, but over a million!

Encouraged by the power of example, the people who originally dispersed as soon as the gunshots were fired united once again...

They've had enough of the lies.

They have to fight for their own rights with their own hands.

Facing the growing crowd, Najib broke into a cold sweat, but he still mustered up the courage to shout at them.

"What are you doing here! Why don't you go to work...your skin is itchy again, aren't you!"

People didn't speak, and they didn't step forward to challenge the Wilant soldiers like last time. They just stood there in silence, looking at him with their eyes.

Najib was so panicked by those eyes that he swallowed nervously. His hand holding the whip kept shaking, as if he had muscle weakness and couldn't move at all.

There were at least 20,000 to 30,000 people gathered here, more than ten times the number the day before yesterday.

Not only did these people not do anything themselves, they also blocked the way back to the warehouse.

Now the entire port is like an alarm clock that has been broken, and loading and unloading operations have come to a complete standstill.

If he can't unload all the cargo on the dock before dark, the Wilante ships and the local nobles will all come to trouble him!

When Najib thought about that scene, cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead, and he looked at the port guard next to him for help.

The guards were also whispering to each other, seeming to be discussing countermeasures.

"Why don't we disperse these people first?"

"But the dock still needs them to work."

"If they stay here now, they are just a hindrance."

"But what if we don't have them? The slaves will be so busy that we won't be able to finish it tomorrow."

"The governor told us that our work is to ensure the order of production here... We must find a way to get them back to their jobs, and we must let them work conscientiously."

The captain of the guard glanced at the group of workers and frowned tightly.

He had underestimated these guys before. Although they were as timid as mice, they were not without merit.

Such as being cunning enough.

Strikes by "freedmen" also occurred in other colonies of the Valeant people. This usually occurred when there was a complete imbalance between debt interest and income, and rarely occurred in the initial stage of the transition from indentured slaves to debt slaves.

This was supposed to be the honeymoon period for both parties.

However, as if someone told them how far this scam would develop next, they suddenly woke up from their illusory dream.

And I also learned to stop this worst and worst bad habit.

They can drive these people from one cage to another with guns, but they can't force these people to be motivated to work.

Whenever this time comes, even the Wilantes can only make some compromises by weighing the pros and cons.

It's a pity that the Governor returned to Triumph City to spend time there, and is probably still floating on the sea.

The guard captain strode up to Najib, looked at the pale man and said in a commanding tone.

"... Such a stalemate is not an option. You should talk to them and see how you can get them to return to work."

Najib quickly returned to the crowd, trying to regain his usual domineering expression, but he couldn't find the confidence to be vicious and vicious, so he could only lower his attitude and spoke sincerely.

"What's the use of just standing here? You have to tell me what you want!"

With the support of his companions, a worker stood up and stared at him.

"We lost an Orisa."

Najib said through gritted teeth.

"We have already given compensation, what else do you want!"

The laborer said angrily.

"...Too little! Eight hundred dinars is not enough for his family to survive in Saifan Port!"

"Then go back to the countryside -" Najib opened his mouth to refute, but was interrupted by the other party's angry eyes.

"Stop pretending to be stupid over there. The fertile land in Shizhou is covered with plantations. Where is there any land where they can survive!"

This sentence resonated with many people, especially those who originally worked on plantations.

If they really had a choice, they wouldn't want to come to this damn place to work hard.

They have the ability to farm, but unfortunately they have no land to farm.

"That's right! There's no way they can go home!"

"Should we let Orisa's wife and daughter return to his original master's plantation?"

"Then what are we trying to redeem ourselves for? In the end, it's not the same!"

The noise is getting louder and louder, and people are getting more and more excited.

Najib suddenly panicked and shouted regardless.

"Then what do you want? Do you want us to raise them for a lifetime? Why!"

The moment they heard these words, everyone was in an uproar, and their eyes became even more angry.

"Why!"

"Just because Orisa died while working for you!"

"We have worked hard for this port, why is there no place for us here!"

"That's right! We not only want justice for Orisa! We also want justice for ourselves!"

"The money for working must be increased!"

"Either give us at least 10 dinars a day! Or allow us to organize ourselves to contract the dock! Let's compete fairly. We can eat as much as we do, and we will never rely on you!"

The entire dock was full of workers roaring angrily, and even the slaves who wanted to squeeze through the crowd stopped involuntarily.

Listening to the increasingly excessive demands, Najib felt his scalp go numb.

These guys are asking for a lot of money!

10 dinars a day!

That’s 300 a month! This is equivalent to doubling the previous maximum capital!

It costs so much money to move a few boxes, why don't they grab it!

As for letting them organize themselves to contract the dock, that is absolutely impossible.

This is not just a matter of interests but also other more difficult issues.

Neither the Willantes nor the nobles would agree to allow these low-class people to organize themselves.

They dare to ask for the contracting of the dock today, and tomorrow they will rush to ask for the city hall, bank and post office to be contracted as well!

Who else will be named in Saifan Harbor then? Do you have the same name as these rats?

Najib's brows twitched fiercely, and he yelled at the crowd with all his strength.

"Are you crazy! Do you know what you are asking for? You might as well let us give you this port!"

"Then give it to us!"

Standing in front of the crowd, Erlao didn't show weakness at all, and he had no intention of giving in.

As if he heard some funny joke, Najib sneered and said.

"For you? You will destroy everything here in less than a day!"

The man at the dock stared at him.

"Then it's ruined. Anyway, everything here never belonged to us!"

Seeing that the crowd was getting more and more excited, the Wilante guards standing aside finally couldn't stand it anymore.

The guard captain walked up to Najib, pulled him aside, stared into his eyes and spoke word by word.

"Are you a pig? I asked you to negotiate terms with them and coax them back to their posts, but I didn't ask you to quarrel with them! Do you still need me to teach you what to do!"

Seeing that the Weirant people were angry, Najib hurriedly explained painfully.

"Sir, you don't understand... You can't give them a good look! Once you let them taste the sweetness, they will immediately crawl up the baton in your hand like a snake."

"I don't understand?" the guard captain sneered, and patted his head with a smile, "How many colonies have you been to? You've only been a leader for a few days, and you dare to talk to me like this?"

Najib broke into a cold sweat and lowered his head with a pale face.

"I don't dare to..."

The guard captain looked at this helpless guy with disdain, and the expression on his face became more and more disgusted.

He doesn't reject obedient dogs. This dog must be of some use, right?

He has been a guard in the Southern Legion for more than ten years, and has often interacted with the local natives around the colony. Although he did not directly participate in the game among the big shots, he still understood some basic consensus.

Whether it is the Southern Legion, the civil service group, or the local indigenous chiefs or nobles, they all prefer to fatten the cows before milking them.

This is good for everyone.

And these guys, as if they had never seen money, wanted to use a knife to slit the neck of the cow, skip the milking process, and just lie on it and drink the blood.

There was no time to wait for this guy to figure it out on his own, the guard captain said in a tone that left no room for doubt.

"Raise the standard of compensation for dead people and increase their money. You can't give it to them all at once. You can bargain with them... You can decide this yourself. I only have one request, please respond as soon as possible and don't make the matter a big deal. Otherwise, if Mr. Governor finds out, you will suffer no good consequences!”

Upon hearing these words, Najib immediately cried and begged.

"But sir, our profit is only a little bit. How can we make money if they increase their money..."

"Don't pretend that I don't know!"

Seeing that this guy was still trying to act like a fool, the guard captain couldn't help but burst into laughter, pointed at his nose and cursed.

"You charge based on the weight of the goods! The money you give them is not even ten cents of what you earn! What will happen if you just give out ten cents? You are wasting this time and money. It’s far more than that! Do you still need me to teach you how to do business?”

Seeing that the scolded man was so angry that he didn't dare to take a breath, the guard captain sighed and said in a gentle tone.

"...Be kind to your compatriots, don't push them too hard, and don't always think about winning the last dinar, otherwise it won't be good for anyone."

"yes……"

Najib reluctantly agreed, even though he didn't feel at all that these snakes, rats, insects, and birds were his compatriots.

He is also a lion tribe after all.

Even if he is not a noble, he is still much nobler than these guys.

Under the urging of the guard captain, he had to return to the crowd again.

"...Thank you for your kindness, Lord Governor! We can give you a money increase! But don't go too far, how about eight dinars a day? That's 240 dinars a month! Mom, I envy your money. Yes, I can buy a little wife after working for 5 months!”

After hearing that the money had increased by eight gold coins a day, the originally angry crowd gradually became divided, and some people's eyes once again revealed their expectations for life.

As Najib said, 240 dinars a month is a lot!

However, not everyone is so easy to buy.

There were still many people staring at the person who was pushed in front of the stage with expressions of indignation.

"What about Orissa?"

Najib gritted his teeth, thinking that after all the money had been thrown out, it wouldn't be so bad, so he said with a heartbeat.

"The Labor Registration Office will give his family an additional 3,000 dinars... However, this money is not compensation, it is a donation entirely out of goodwill and kindness! We cannot let the people who have worked hard for Saifan Port feel cold, he The family should be supported by Saifan Harbor!"

3000 dinars is not bad!

Even if calculated based on the salary after the increase, it is still one year’s salary!

Everyone's eyes finally glowed with hope. Unexpectedly (there are also good people among these nobles), some people even couldn't help but whistle and clapped their hands in praise.

This time, even those who were originally filled with indignation gradually began to have differences, and only a handful of people were left staring angrily.

Looking at the already shaken crowd, Najib continued in a soothing tone.

"Okay, let's all disperse. If you still want to take [today's] money, then go back to work quickly, or do you expect the gold coins to fall from the sky on their own?"

The crowd gradually dispersed, and Najib finally breathed a sigh of relief, but thinking about spending the money still made his heart hurt.

I hope you won’t blame me...

If he were to blame, he would have no choice but to use the Weirant people as a shield.

Let's just say that he originally adhered to the bottom line, but it was the Weiland guards who forced him to increase his money.

Seeing the commotion, people all went back to work, and the Weilande guards who lined up in front of the port also disbanded the team and went about their own business.

It's the New Year's Eve soon, and after the New Year's Eve it's their birthday. In fact, they don't have any intention to work, let alone find things for themselves, and their thoughts have long since drifted back home.

The guard captain returned to the police station and first sent a [Crisis Resolved] telegram to Yongye Port via a dedicated line, and then reported the incident to the secretary of the Governor's Office.

Governor Huye returned to Triumph City and brought half of the guards of the Governor's Mansion. General McClun and other instructors also went to Yongye Port to take a boat some time ago. Only the port guards and local troops were left in the Xifan Port army. People were organized into a city defense army, and the defensive strength was unprecedentedly empty.

If possible, he hoped that the Governor's Mansion could borrow a team of men from the Southern Corps.

Even if it is a servant army.

The trouble is that there is not a single ship on the entire route. The available ships have been sent to the east by the civil service group. It may not be easy to transfer people here...

On the other hand, with the matter finally settled, Najib returned to the labor registration office and reported on the situation at the port and the money increase to several major shareholders one by one.

Before he could take a breath after being scolded, he saw his men running fast again, shouting and yelling as they ran.

"Sir, something serious has happened!"

Before his butt could warm the chair, Naji felt his heart skip a beat and stood up from the chair again, cursing.

"What happened again? Didn't I give them a raise!?"

His subordinates turned pale with anxiety and spoke in a hurry.

"Well, this time it's not the dock, it's the steel factory... and the cement factory. As soon as the workers in the factory heard that the dock had increased their money, one or two of them stopped working, and they also clamored for money. Increase the money.”

Upon hearing this, Najib almost spit out a mouthful of blood and cursed loudly.

"These greedy vultures!"

The result was as he expected.

He knew it would end up like this!

Those Weirant people don't know much about the situation in Borneo. Those mud-legged people cannot be tolerated. Once their lives are comfortable, they will fix these problems.

When the money at the steel factory rises, people at the dock will probably make noise again, saying that the work of transporting goods is more tiring, and how can they get the same money as the people at the steel factory?

They don't want to make money anymore, they might as well close all the port factories!

Najib was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. He stood aside and frowned, muttering in a low voice.

"I always think something is wrong about this matter, as if someone is fanning the flames."

Najib was shocked.

"You mean the Alliance?"

Naruen shook his head.

"It's not like that. It's impossible to reach the limit with eight poles."

The alliance's merchant ships will also come here to buy steel and cement. The demand for building materials in Golden Gallon Port and French Fries Port is not small, and the southern sea area and Haiyada Province are being rebuilt.

It would not do them any good to make a mess at Westsail, and at most it would give the Legion and the Empire a headache.

At this moment, the servant who came to report suddenly felt something in his heart and spoke quickly.

"By the way, I heard that the people who took the lead in making trouble seemed to be members of the Silver Moon Church! And the ones who were making the loudest noise just now!"

When Najib heard this, he became angry and cursed loudly.

"Are those idiots crazy?"

The eyes of Labor Registrar Ren's eyes flickered slightly and he said thoughtfully.

"The Silver Moon Sect's teachings include the tenet of mutual help. The reason why this matter is such a big fuss...maybe it has something to do with them."

The servant quickly continued.

"Right! I always feel that those gangsters are not good people. By the way, I heard that Orisa is a believer of the Silver Moon Sect. This time, those who took the lead in teasing often worship with him."

Najib's eyes gradually narrowed, and there was an imperceptible evil light shining in the slits of his eyes.

"It took me a long time because of this..."

It was indeed his negligence.

He almost forgot that the church is also an organization.

Not to mention that the Silver Moon Sect is not honest. Not only does it teach its followers how to read, it also runs a newspaper.

As if he had grasped the root of the problem, he immediately started thinking about it.

"...We have to find a way to get rid of that church."

Na Ren shook his head after hearing this.

"This matter is difficult to handle... We can't touch the people of Silver Moon Bay. They are residents of the Camelback Kingdom and are protected by the relevant treaties of the Community. If we attack them without a reason, it's hard to say what will happen. Big question."

"Why do you have to do it yourself..."

Najib suddenly smiled sadly, and the two of them looked at each other with surprise and said slowly.

"It's the residents of Saifan Port who took it upon themselves to drive them away. This can't be blamed on us, right?"

…

Although the steel mill has a lot of orders, after all, the work is not as urgent as the port.

Before the guards of the Valeland men rushed to the port, Najib took a hundred slaves borrowed from the laborers and formed a "long stick team" without promising them freedom. and dinar rewards, and promised not to treat them badly in the future.

As soon as these slaves heard that they had money and could be reused by the master, they picked up sticks without saying a word and dispersed the group of people who had gathered together not to work.

Looking at the crowd of people running around with their heads in their arms, Najib showed a proud and evil smile on his face.

If you don’t do it, don’t do it!

At worst, the steel factory will be closed for two days to see who will starve to death first!

After learning from the port, he understood that he must not hesitate on this matter. He must be tough when it is time to be tough, and he must be decisive when it is time to take action.

It is always better to strike first than to strike later!

Even if some people die, it's better than being beaten up by the gentlemen of the troublesome [Wayland people].

After getting rid of the trouble in the steel plant, Najib followed the same pattern and took people to the cement plant, commanding those who were loyal to him with sticks, and gave the troublemakers a lesson.

After a lot of vigorous and violent tossing, Xifan Harbor, which was full of gunpowder barrels, finally returned to its former tranquility, but it seemed that a greater crisis was brewing in the endless greed...

In three days, with the hard work of the people at the dock, all the cargo ships blocking the port were finally unloaded, and the dock was finally empty.

The caravans who went into battle lightly took the authorization letters from the Governor's Palace and killed the legendary dream land - Haiyatu Province in the far east!

At the same time, Najib, who was so distressed by the porters, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The most difficult days were over, and he was finally free to do something.

Whether it’s those who work hard, or the Silver Moon Sect who instigates those who are too lazy to work...

He swore he would make them pay!

Time passed day by day, and Xifan Port seemed to be silent for a while.

At the same time, the caravans that first set off from Xifan Port to the dead coast finally arrived at the coast in their dreamland one after another.

After floating on the sea for a full eleven days, Arman finally showed an excited expression on his face while standing on the deck as he looked at the coastline and the port.

It's a port!

They finally did it!

The nearest unit of the Eastern Army is stationed in Haibei City, a hundred miles away from the coastline. As long as you give those people the letter issued by the Governor's Palace, they can sell the arms by the pound!

"Quick! Move the boat over!"

Armen shouted to the crew behind him and excitedly took out his telescope.

The moment he took out his binoculars and looked at the coastline, he was completely dumbfounded.

I saw jet-black tanks parked neatly next to the containers, waiting for professional suspension equipment to load them onto the ship.

Which models——

Why does it look so familiar?