This Game Is Too Realistic

At the port in front of Settlement No. 1, two men with red faces were holding hands tightly.

One of them is the boss of Goblin Technology, and the other has a very good background. He is a quartermaster under the warlord of the Tiger Army.

Although this brother's military rank is not high and he is just a captain of thousands, he has spent more than 10 billion.

Even for the sake of Qian's face, Mosquito showed some respect and courtesy and shook his hand enthusiastically.

“Happy to work with!”

"Hahaha! Happy cooperation!"

When Chopra said this, although her heart ached, she still had a forced smile on her face.

One silver coin is exchanged for 100 Xilan coins...

This price is enough to go to my grandma’s house!

Seeing the pain on his client's face, Mosquito couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

It's not that he felt sympathy, the main reason was that he didn't specialize in reverse exchange transactions. In the end, that piece of shit Fang Chang helped him exchange money, and he also paid 20 points of profit for this.

In other words, Fang Chang did nothing but took 20 points from his own profits in the name of "financial service fees".

Although this meant he could earn more, Mosquito still felt angry when he thought of that proud face.

Let that bitch win again!

Gan!

But at this moment, he rolled his eyes and suddenly thought of a brilliant idea. He looked at Captain Chopra and said this with a smile on his face.

"Friend, I treat you as one of my own, and my clients are all my family members, but there is something I don't know whether to say or not."

Chopra heard this and said quickly.

"Please tell me!"

"I guess this Xilan coin will be finished sooner or later. Instead of letting you be cut off by the Golden Gallon Port, you might as well let me - cough! I mean I can help you!"

Mosquito originally wanted to slowly educate him about the relationship between currency circulation and value from the perspective of inflation, but he gave up the idea when he saw the smart look on his face.

No idea.

Even if he drains his saliva, I'm afraid this guy still won't understand the internal logic of Xilan currency depreciation.

Moreover, even if this guy understands it, when he relays it to his boss, General Jha, the confidence level of the information will be compromised again. Only if the latter can understand it.

The mosquitoes rolled their eyes again and put on that spring breeze smile on their face, and continued to speak earnestly.

"This Xilan coin keeps falling, and I'm worried about you. Now you want to buy a tank for more than 100 million, and maybe next year it will cost 1 billion. How many shirts do you have to knit to buy a tank? Not to mention. "Our wardrobe is almost full of you. If we don't change things, you may not be able to afford so many Xilan coins this year."

Chopra said with a bitter expression.

"Do you think we think about it? We are not helpless. The money printing machine is in the hands of His Majesty, and he has the final say on how to use it. The same goes for silver coins, including dinars... We earn foreign exchange and export settlements. All customs duties are deposited with the Royal Mint. We received Xilan coins from them at a price of 1:12.5, but we couldn't exchange them for silver coins at this price."

Mosquitoes are sad and sad.

"What a fool! Why do you want His Majesty the Emperor to print money? Can't you just print it yourself?"

When Chopra heard this, she suddenly broke into a cold sweat and said, "Oh!"

"Don't talk nonsense. Printing money privately will make you lose your head!"

The mosquito clicked his tongue and said "Hey."

"Who asked you to print Xilan coins? There is a hammer for printing the waste paper. Why don't you just print cat coins and tiger coins?"

Chopra couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this. He really didn't know how to complain about this guy's bad idea.

Isn’t that still the same thing?

No--

To be precise, the nature is actually different. If you don't, you will be offended by one level.

Local authorities issue currency privately and endorse it with their own sovereign credit.

Is this tantamount to treason?

Chopra felt cold sweat forming a stream, and raised her arm to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Seeing that this guy was as timid as a mouse, Mosquito didn't dislike him. Instead, he smiled and handed him a cigarette.

"Don't be so nervous. I just saw that you bought so many money printing machines but didn't plan to use them. I thought it was a pity."

After taking the cigarette, Chopra was stunned for a moment, not listening to what this guy said.

"Buy... a money printing press?"

Mosquito glanced around, especially looking at the Conqueror 10 tanks.

"Isn't this thing just a money printing machine? If you buy one or two hundred of them, I won't believe that Wutuo dares to trouble you."

Chopra, who was smoking a cigarette, swallowed and felt a little moved, but his eyes showed that he was still a little uneasy.

"You are oversimplifying things. No matter how you say it, issuing a sovereign currency is a face-breaking act. Not to mention that no one recognizes our currency. The political risks are not small. Even if the royal family is doing it for the sake of face, it is impossible -"

Mosquito sighed and said.

"It's not that I'm oversimplifying things, it's that you don't know how to change your mind. You don't dare to issue a sovereign currency, but you don't dare to issue a silver coin voucher at the Jinggong Port? Every time you reserve a silver coin in cash, Or issue ten vouchers with equivalent financial assets, and you can just use the vouchers to settle the matter."

The moment he heard these words, Chopra felt as if a switch had been turned on in his brain, and something suddenly clicked.

Yes……

They copied the Golden Gallon Port banking system, but they forgot to copy this most critical operation!

With Huzhou's economic scale and trade throughput with the alliance, it is fully capable of issuing silver coin vouchers. At that time, they can bypass Xilan coins for trade settlement and completely get rid of the Tiandu royal family's blood drain on them.

Once his thoughts opened up, Chopra's breathing gradually became rapid.

If this matter can be done, it will be equivalent to solving Huzhou's troubles!

And his labor is even greater than that of purchasing arms!

Chopra looked at the mosquito excitedly, and imitated the movements of the Alliance people and clenched her fists.

"Thanks! Brother!"

Seeing that his understanding was so high, Mosquito also had a happy smile on his face.

"You're welcome... Well, I'm just saying this casually. You'd better find someone to perfect the details. I heard that there are many people working in finance in Golden Gallen Port."

He also got his little knowledge of bulk economics from Fang Chang. At most, he only knew that there was such a thing.

After all, this stuff is not his specialty, so it would be useless if he deceives his customers.

After all, no matter how cheap the arms he has are, someone has to buy them.

Not long after Mosquito sent Chopra away, Yalman, who was near the pier, finally walked ashore along the gangway.

Desolate but full of mechanical texture, like a spaceship stranded in the desert, this was his first impression of the port and even the settlement behind the port.

One-third of the piers here are made of metal, like pontoons made of steel plates. The remaining three-thirds are concrete piers that are almost the same as Saipan Port. They are drawn from the coastline towards the deep water area.䮍extend.

In addition, there are some terminals under construction, which seem to be prepared for large cargo ships carrying containers.

Not only are these piers much wider than other piers, they are also equipped with fixed cranes like cranes and a door-type suspension.

Not only was the dock part impressive, but the situation in the warehouse area also made him look askance.

Containers are stacked like building blocks on the wide cement floor.

Forklifts and lift trucks shuttle back and forth between containers. In addition, there are people wearing exoskeletons at the dock who are busy unloading goods from open containers...

I have to admit that the Alliance's mechanical technology is really impressive. People at these docks work in pairs, and one person can do more work than one person in Saifan Port.

Although Arman was surprised, he didn't pay much attention.

After all, although exoskeletons are rare in Borneo Province, they are not rare in the Legion. Of course, he can afford it if necessary.

As for container transportation, although it is indeed more efficient than bulk transportation, the demand for shipping on the wasteland is not that great.

If you want to open container flights, you need not only a specialized ship, but also a specialized terminal.

Compared with the expensive maintenance costs, the increased efficiency is completely useless.

At least that's what Arman thinks.

Moreover, the backlog of containers is also a big problem. The containers are not only piled up at the port, but even piled up in settlements.

However, the survivors were quite smart. They then modified the iron boxes with doors and windows and used them as houses.

It's not too cold for Haiyang Province, which is located in the subtropics. The only thing we need to worry about seems to be the extreme weather. Those empty boxes can be blown away by a gust of wind.

In short, compared with Saifan Harbor, which is covered with marble buildings and luxurious street lamps, this place is undoubtedly much shabbier.

Arman did not waste time looking at the port carefully, because he had more important things to do.

Seeing another container ship loaded with arms leaving the port, he hurriedly walked away from the port operator who was approaching.

"We have eight ships in one yard, what procedures do we need to go through?"

Looking at the empty decks of the cargo ships, the staff of the port office standing on the dock looked at the Weiland man who got off the ship with a strange expression.

It's not unusual to have one or two empty ships, but it's really rare for a whole fleet of eight ships to be empty like this.

"...There are no formalities to be completed when docking. All you need to do is pay the berthing fee before leaving the shore. However, the goods arriving at the shore need to be registered before being unloaded. This is a necessary procedure to prevent smuggling... Do you need a cargo declaration form?"

Armen shook his head quickly.

"No."

"...Well, I guess you won't need it. If you need to supplement the information later, you can apply for it yourself at the Port Affairs Office."

The port office staff shrugged and closed the opened bill book again.

Seeing the staff member turning around to leave, Arman quickly stopped him and asked him.

"By the way, what is this place?"

The staff member heard his inquiry and looked at him with a strange expression.

"You mean here? This used to be the landing site of the Burning Legion. The respected administrators planned to help the locals rebuild their homes, so now this is the Alliance's No. 1 settlement."

This guy doesn't even know where this place is, why is he here to join in the fun?

Arman was even more stunned when he heard his explanation, and subconsciously glanced to the side again.

This settlement...

Was it only built in the past two months? !

"Is there... no name here?" Arman was shocked and couldn't help but ask.

The staff member said with a smile.

"Not yet, the manager said it's all a trivial matter. That gentleman plans to wait until the number of survivors to settle here exceeds 100,000, and let the locals decide what name it should be... You can ask a local about these things yourself. , If I have nothing else to do, I’ll be busy with other things.”

Arman nodded blankly, watched the staff member leave, and then looked in the direction of the port area, feeling his scalp numb.

He was convinced that those things were definitely the equipment of the Eastern Corps Expeditionary Force!

However, what he couldn't understand was why these equipment appeared in the alliance's port?

Could it be...

That respected General Liam, has he sold them to the Alliance? !

Arman's expression changed slightly, and an ominous premonition gradually arose in his heart.

In order to reach the coast of death quickly, he deliberately emptied the warehouse and ran over with an empty ship.

If this deal fails, he will really lose it to his grandma's house!

Apparently he also noticed the situation in the port warehouse area. The leading captain got off the cargo ship and looked at Arman and asked.

"What exactly is going on..."

He gets a share of the deal, and even for the sake of dinars, he has to care about it.

Arman looked at him with an ugly face and shook his head.

"I don't know...there seems to be something wrong with the situation here."

Just a little problem?

The captain looked at Arman nervously and continued to ask in a hesitant tone.

"Do you still want to go to Haibei City?"

"Of course I have to go, but before I go there, I have to ask around..."

He needs to find out what's going on with the arms stored here!

Without hesitation, Arman immediately went to the boat, picked a few followers, and led everyone in the direction of the warehouse.

Coincidentally, when he walked to the door of the warehouse area, mosquitoes were coming out of it.

The two met each other and immediately realized that the other party's identity was not simple.

Looking at the big nose, Mosquito took the lead in handing over the business card in his hand and said with a smile.

"Goblin Technology! We provide the most professional hard work. Wherever there are explosions, we will be there. This is my business card, get to know it!"

Arman took the business card from his hand with a confused look on his face. Just then he saw the words "Military Equipment" written in the business scope column on the business card.

"Wait a minute, you are in the arms business?"

As soon as the other party mentioned arms, Mosquito immediately became energetic and spoke eagerly.

"That's a must! Our company's hottest sales are arms, ranging from rifles to aircraft and tanks! Do you need me to recommend it to you?"

"Wait...just wait a moment!"

Armen didn't bother to listen to his introduction, and hurriedly rummaged around on his body, and quickly found out the subscription certificate issued from the Governor's Palace and the letter of introduction.

Seeing the paper this guy handed to him, Mosquito was stunned for a moment.

"What the hell is this?"

Arman swallowed, forced a smile on his face, and said nervously.

"Subscription certificate and letter of introduction issued by the Governor's Office of Saigon Port..."

At this moment, he was like a man falling into the water, trying with all his strength to catch all the straw floating in front of his eyes.

He also knew that this was unrealistic, but he still had a ten thousandth hope that the Governor's Mansion had communicated with the alliance and that the person in front of him could recognize this thing.

However——

The man who took the paper had a confused expression on his face. He looked at the paper and then at him.

"What the hell is this?"

Facing the expression that showed that he didn't recognize the book, Arman was completely desperate.

All negotiation skills are useless at this moment.

He felt like a clown standing here at this moment, but he still subconsciously spoke in a stammering voice.

"That's it, the subscription certificate and letter of introduction I mentioned. We are here to help transport arms at the call of the Governor's Office in Sifan Port..."

Mosquito interrupted him impatiently.

"Okay, okay, I don't want to hear these things. If you want, just give me a price."

He didn't care where these Wilantes were transporting this equipment.

The last thing they wanted was to sell to the Empire.

In this way, he could sell gadgets that can cut off these iron lumps to various warlords in Borneo Province.

For example, the Type II B tank, the W-2 aircraft, and even the W-3 under development, etc.

With the last glimmer of unrealistic hope, Arman spoke almost desperately.

"According to the quotation on the subscription certificate, we can receive this batch of weapons at a price of 10,000 dinars per ton——"

After hearing this outrageous offer, the mosquito almost choked to death on its own spit.

"Ten thousand dinars per ton? What are you here to buy? Cabbage?"

He also traded in the excavator for those tanks!

This group of profiteers actually want to wholesale by the ton, and they even call it "Yo Shu". How shameless!

"Yes, but the Governor's Office..."

Looking at the stuttering big nose, Mosquito interrupted him impatiently.

"Don't talk to me about your governor's office. We are an alliance! Why don't you give me this piece of paper and give me Xilan coins... Bah, we don't accept Xilan coins here. You have to pay silver coins or Cr!"

Arman felt that all the cells in his body were trembling, and he finally squeezed out a sentence from his blue lips.

"Then...how much do you sell it for?"

I don't have much hope for this buyer, Mosquito said lazily.

"It depends on what you want to buy. For Conqueror No. 10, one million silver coins."

"One million silver coins?!" Arman's eyes widened and he glared at him angrily, "How dare you sell second-hand equipment at such a high price? Why don't you go grab it!"

If it was one or two hundred thousand silver coins, he could endure the pain and buy it, and he wouldn't lose too much if he sold it for six to seven million dinars.

However, Mosquito was not polite to him at all, and did not even intend to discuss the price with him.

"If it's too expensive, don't buy it!"

Rolling his eyes, he stuffed the stack of paper into the big-nosed hand, and took away the business card he had just handed out.

MMP!

I've been doing this for a long time. These people are here for free!

He was so excited for a long time in vain!

Without stopping for a moment, Mosquito took his little brother and got into the off-road vehicle parked at the door. In less than half a minute, he disappeared at the end of the road, leaving only a group of Weiland people standing at the entrance of the warehouse area. Messy.

After watching the boss move for a long time, a follower behind Arman said cautiously.

"...Maybe the Eastern Legion has only sold off part of it, and there is still inventory in Haibei City that has not been sold out. How about...we go there to try our luck?"

"I hope..." A bitter smile appeared on his face. At this moment, Arman seemed to have aged more than ten years, and there was no trace of the high-spiritedness he had when he came.

This time he wasted at least a month.

Originally, he was counting on the money earned from this transaction to be a little more than a profit, which would be used to pay liquidated damages for delayed delivery of goods such as sugar cubes and tea.

But now it seems he will have to absorb the losses himself.

Not only that, those goods stored in the warehouse at Saifan Port Terminal need to pay rent, which is also a big expense...

Just when Arman was worrying about the bills, another ship silhouette appeared on the sea in the distance.

Like playful ducks, they rushed towards the port of Settlement No. 1.

Zhang Ze, who was carrying goods in the port area, raised his head with a surprised expression on his face.

"Why so many ships?"

This porter job was introduced to him by the Employment Guidance Center in Settlement No. 1. The hourly wage was the same as that of Renault, who got off the bus halfway, which was eight silver coins. As for the intensity of the work, it was hard to say which one was higher and which one was lower.

However, he is still young and cannot work here for the rest of his life. This job is just an excess for him.

After he saves a sum of capital and obtains the status of the alliance, sooner or later he will go back to his old business and do some business.

The man wearing an exoskeleton put down the cargo box in his hand and said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter how many ships they come, it has nothing to do with us. I'll go to the pub for a drink after get off work later."

Another worker standing nearby grinned and raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"I'm afraid that with so many ships, they will have to work overtime...maybe they will be busy until dark."

This is not a French fries port. There are bars open until midnight. Most of the small-scale shops serve the scavengers who come from the nearby ruins. They close after eight o'clock.

Zhang Ze stared into the distance for a while, thought for a moment and said.

"...Not necessarily. It seems to me that the cargo ship that just arrived was empty."

"Empty ship?" The worker who was working with him was stunned for a moment, "Come here?"

The entire No. 1 settlement is still in the initial stage of construction, and there is no output. What can an empty ship do here?

Buy junk?

Everyone had confused expressions on their faces, looking at the cargo ships rushing to the dock in confusion.

Not only the workers at the dock were puzzled, but the director of the port office was also stunned after listening to his subordinate's report.

"Weird...Are these Wilantes here for vacation?"

There are even a few passenger ships among those teams, although they seem to be empty...

Just as the alliance staff were stunned, the Wilante people standing at the port were also stunned when they saw the cargo ships loaded with arms passing by them.

Dude guy...

They had just arrived in Haiyatang Province, and no one had already returned home with a full load? !

This is too fast!