This Game Is Too Realistic

With the mood of not crying until he saw the coffin, Arman took the bus from Settlement No. 1 to the ruins of Haibei City and completed the last 100 kilometers of the journey.

There was no surprise. Seeing the piece of paper in his hand, the centurion rolled his eyes.

"Whoever wrote this piece of paper for you, you can ask for it, or you can ask for it from General Wumu."

I want to buy a ton of arms for 10,000 dinars. According to this calculation, a tank only costs more than 500,000 dinars!

The price given by the alliance when converted into dinars is more than three times this number!

This guy wants to break the price with just a piece of paper. What a fool!

Arman asked without giving up.

"Then...where is he?"

Anthony said impatiently.

"On the Loyalty airship, if you are not in Shifeng Mountain, you will have to go back to the west to cross the border."

In fact, this question is purely redundant. How can a general who has won a battle not return to the Triumph City to show off?

The legion gained a lot from this battle.

Although they could not obtain the information related to the "Gestalt Life Form" technology that they were most concerned about in the hands of the Torch, the genetic samples collected alone were enough to keep the technical officers of various research institutes busy for a while.

Not surprisingly, General Qianwumu will probably be promoted to a three-star captain of ten thousand men this time.

The last hope was dashed.

The corner of Arman's mouth twitched, and finally he put away the pile of waste paper in his hand.

He swore.

He wants to put this thing in a photo frame and hang it in the most conspicuous place in the study, and add the instructions he wrote himself to pass it down from generation to generation——

Only pigs believe in the promises made by Valeant people!

If he hadn't listened to Governor Huye's call at this time, he would have done the opposite and asked the fleet to follow the route it came from to deliver tea and sugar to the Triumph City. He might also be able to take advantage of the large number of people arriving from Borneo. Earn a premium for delayed delivery of goods!

And because it was a familiar route, there was no need for him to go out to sea with the ship himself. In this way, he can stay with his family and spend the most important festival of his life in peace, instead of looking at the faces of these big shots and being kicked around among a group of big shots. .

He was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly noticed that the exoskeleton he had seen at the pier was also here.

not only that--

It seems that the people wearing those exoskeletons are not Valantian soldiers, but their captive slaves.

Arman stopped and asked curiously.

"...I'm surprised, you have so many exoskeletons here that they can be used by slaves."

It’s so extra and you might as well sell it to him.

Anthony's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed, he coughed and said.

"...That's not considered a slave, it's a hireling."

Hired?

Arman was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously.

"……how much?"

Anthony explained.

"It's not expensive, 8 silver coins an hour."

The moment he heard this number, Arman's eyes almost bulged out.

"What?! You actually paid him 8 silver coins for one hour! Are you crazy?!"

Even according to the highest exchange ratio between dinars and silver coins, if three dinars are exchanged for one silver coin, that is still 24 dinars!

According to this conversion algorithm, wouldn’t the people here earn more from one day’s work than the workers in Saipan Port for one month’s work? !

"Are you lacking anyone here?" Arman's eyes sparkled and he continued to ask non-stop.

Looking at this guy with fiery eyes, Anthony felt his anus tighten.

"Que, that's so short... Well, calm down first. I know what you are thinking. According to the agreement of the sticky body, we cannot use the alliance's transportation system to transport slaves here, so Qi There’s nothing you can do—”

"We have a boat!" Arman's whole body was shaking with excitement. "How many do you want? I'll pull it over for you!"

Anthony rolled his eyes.

"Do you think I can't think of shipping by sea? This useless area to the north is considered our 'enclave'. Unless you transport the slaves over by plane, they can be detained by you if they pass through the alliance's territory. And the trouble is not just that, they don’t recognize the legality of the personal free sale contract. Once the slaves escape to their territory, they become wastelanders, do you understand what I mean?”

Arman was stunned for a long moment before saying with a wry smile.

"You...just listen to them?"

"Why do you listen to them?"

Jian was dissatisfied with what this guy said, and Anthony gave him a sideways glance.

"In this game, both parties have to take a step back on mutually acceptable terms and resolve the conflict through dialogue. After all, it will not be beneficial to anyone if they actually fight. If you think we are afraid of them, you are really thinking too much... Okay Well, if there is no one else, you can get out."

Armen: "..."

…

The Weiland people are quite polite to their own people, at least they won't wait for them just because of one or two unpleasant words.

However, it is true that the status of businessmen is not high.

The civil servant group itself is not very popular, let alone the businessmen supported by the civil servants.

Although Arman still wanted to try to win over him, the centurion in charge of that area did not intend to waste time with him and immediately drove him away.

Armen had no choice but to get in the car and return to the Death Coast.

The sun sets in the west, stretching the shadow of the gate of Settlement No. 1.

The originally empty pier was full of boats, and looking at the boats thousands of miles away, it was very busy.

But looking at the empty deck, you can tell that most of the people who arrived on the shore on the same day were busy in vain.

After dragging his exhausted body back to the port, Arman happened to see his crew members having fun at the door of the bar next to the port. They were drinking so hard that they were leaning against the wall in broad daylight.

Although most of the houses here are containers, many wastelanders like to do small businesses, such as selling their own cocktails or rolled cigarette sticks. As long as it is not a prohibited product, the alliance guards will not care too much.

Arman suddenly felt a little envious of these drunken guys.

In the past, he thought that these rotten people didn't come here. He couldn't save the salary in his pocket and spent it on alcohol or women for a few days. He would never be able to marry a wife in his life, let alone have financial freedom... Now think about it, At least they don't have to worry about whether they might lose everything on their next sale.

Unlike me, they can get money as long as they go to sea, and they can take the money to have fun when they land. It's not like me, who was frowning all day long, but in the end, my pockets were all emptied. What's the difference between them now?

Thinking of the bills he would have to face when he returned, Arman felt his scalp numb and didn't dare to think about it at all. He could only mutter something to the followers and bodyguards beside him.

"Damn...drink two glasses of wine!"

Several people looked at each other, knowing that the boss was in a bad mood, and they didn't know how to comfort him, so they could only follow him and go to the busiest bar nearby.

Different from other wasteland-style small bars, this is one of the few houses built with bricks and cement. Standing in front of the bar is a one-eyed robot. The clock above the bar is actually the image of a holographic projector. You can see The owner of this store is a classy guy.

In addition to the workers working in the port, there are also some guys who have just got off the ship drinking here.

Seeing the depressed faces of these guys, Arman felt a little relieved, at least he was not the only one.

The whole port was full of Wilrantians who had lost money, sitting at the table and drinking beer one glass after another.

"Damn it!"

"That bastard Huye! And that Benoit, none of these civil servants are reliable!"

"Not loyal at all!"

"Want mutants to greet his family!"

When they went to sea before, their praises were disgusting and their curses were vicious.

There are only a few businessmen like Yaman who have their own team, and most people rent their boats.

In particular, many people were counting on this business to make a comeback. To this end, they mortgaged everything they could and borrowed a large amount of money from the bank in Xifan Port to rent all the ships in the port. All rented.

However, they missed it. All the unused equipment on the entire front line was monopolized by that "goblin technology" thing.

For these people, that's a real life-threatening situation.

Arman, who was sitting in front of the bar, ordered a glass of beer. He thought the bodyguards and followers following him were an eyesore, so he dismissed them.

Looking at the large wine glass with a capacity of one liter on the table, he was about to raise his head and take a sip when a voice talking to him suddenly came from the side.

"Hey."

Arman glanced sideways, and when he saw an unfamiliar face, he frowned and asked.

"who are you?"

It was a young man who looked young, wearing a gray rhino leather jacket.

I saw him grinning, sitting down on the stool next door, and talking talkatively.

"Zhang Ze, come here a little earlier than you and do some favors at the port."

Before the guy could ask what he did specifically, Zhang Ze continued talking without stopping.

"Weilant people are rare here. Most of your compatriots are over there in Haibei City. Are you here to take them home?"

Arman said impatiently.

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

Zhang Ze smiled and said.

"It's okay, I'm just curious. After all, it's rare for a ship to come here empty. This port is like a hungry death claw. It can even destroy containers... Is there any treasure in this?"

Hearing these words, Arman's brows suddenly twitched fiercely, he slapped his right hand on the bar and stood up.

"Are you really here to cause trouble?"

Just as he clapped his hands on the bar, the waiters and bodyguards at the next table also stood up.

Seeing this guy getting angry, Zhang Ze quickly stood up and raised his hands to indicate that he had no ill intentions.

"Calm down, brother... I know you may have lost a lot. You have lost money anyway, so why don't you just listen to what I have to say?"

Although he was furious, when he saw everyone in the bar looking at him, Arman still suppressed the anger in his heart and winked at his bodyguards. Then he calmed down his heaving chest and sat back on the stool. superior.

"Then let me see what kind of ivory can come out of your mouth."

Zhang Ze smiled, shamelessly sat back next to him, and continued in a lowered voice.

"...I can't spit out the ivory, but I do have a way for you to make back the money you lost."

"Oh?" Arman curled his lips, looked at him and laughed, "Do you want to tell me that you can make a fortune by towing those broken containers to Xifan Port?"

Not paying attention to the distrustful look, Zhang Ze shook his head and said in a relaxed tone.

"If not... how much money can you make?"

Arman sneered again, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"I don't think there is a more profitable specialty here."

Zhang Ze said patiently.

"Indeed not. This place is still in the land reclamation stage, but precisely because of this, the demand for certain things here is not small, such as...population."

Arman's brows frowned slightly.

"Population? But I heard that the Alliance prohibits the slave trade."

"What you said is correct but not accurate," Zhang Ze nodded and continued with a smile, "What the Alliance does not recognize is just the slave contract, but it does not prohibit another more euphemistic way of restricting personal freedom."

Arman snorted noncommittally.

"for example?"

"For example, debts, especially debt relationships within a reasonable range, are recognized by the alliance."

Hearing this unexpected answer, Arman was stunned for a moment.

"……What's the meaning?"

Zhang Ze smiled and continued.

"It means that if you just take out a piece of IOU and say that you will not be able to repay the money for the rest of your life, then the relevant departments of the alliance will not admit it, and they will probably investigate you to see if there is anything wrong with you. ...What kind of lunatic would lend him money knowing that he will never be able to repay it in his lifetime?"

"In another situation, if you can provide a reasonable reason when taking out an IOU, explain clearly how the debt was incurred, and make sure that the loan will not affect your life, 20 If the debt is paid off within 10 years or 10 years...then the alliance will recognize the debt."

"I don't understand what you are saying." Arman frowned, "Are you in the loan business? I don't need a loan now, and I don't have any spare money for this business."

"No, no, no, I'm not in the loan business. I'm...I'm very interested in another business." Zhang Ze put his hand on his shoulder and said seductively, "Look, there is a shortage of people here. , and it is very, very lacking. We need to build ports, build railways, build our cities and streets. There are places for people and people everywhere... and there is a place just a few thousand kilometers away. The most indispensable place is People, if we buy them over—"

Armen said mockingly.

"Slave trading can't be done here. How about buying people and releasing them later?"

"So you need to change your thinking mode. Can't we just find a way to turn their slave contract into a debt contract? Do you really want them to call you master?"

Looking at Yaman who was stunned, Zhang Ze patiently continued to explain.

"The specific operation is also very simple. We can register a labor agency and a loan company through the alliance, and then register a labor dispatch company in Xifan Port to buy healthy slaves from the nobles, or help those who have already given He redeemed himself and became a free man."

"Of course this is not free, we are just giving them a second possibility in life, and they need to pay the money themselves."

"1,000 dinars as ransom fee, 3,000 dinars as settlement fee, 10,000 silver coins, ship tickets and travel expenses plus 3% interest. A total of nearly 30,000 silver coins will be repaid in 20 years. Sounds scary, doesn't it? It’s only 125 silver coins per month!”

"I think this profit is enough. We can even waive their labor agency fees and financial service fees depending on the situation."

"Of course, if they develop well in the future and want to redeem their family members or send money back to support them, we can also provide them with similar services."

"125 silver coins per month is scary enough..." Arman smacked his tongue, took a sip of fragrant beer, and even spoke in a polite tone without realizing it.

If we transport 10,000 people here, wouldn't we be able to collect more than 1.2 million silver coins every month? !

And it lasts for 20 years!

Although it cannot keep up with the profits from arms, it is still quite scary.

Thinking that Arman was worried that the workers could not afford the money, Zhang Ze smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"The money of Saifan Port has been made by you big noses. Of course they can't afford so much money. This is the territory we respect and manage. Even if you have no hands or feet, we can still lend you money to install it." Arm. As long as you are willing to work, it is easy to earn more than a thousand silver coins a month... How about it? "

Having already figured out the deal in his mind, Arman didn't spend a long time hesitating. He drank half a glass of beer in one gulp and slammed the glass on the table.

Those decadent eyes seemed to be glowing with a second spring, filled with the light of ambition again.

"Fuck it! Damn it...I have to at least make back the money from this transaction."

If this deal goes through, Saifan Hong Kong Bank might be able to loosen the rope around its neck!

Mom!

When he makes money, he must pay off all the loans!

Seeing Yaman regaining his composure, Zhang Ze finally showed a happy smile on his face.

In the past few days at the dock, he has saved enough money to register a company. If this can be done, he will reach the peak of his life just around the corner!

"Wait a moment, my partner will be here soon..."

"Partner? Do you have other partners?" Arman raised his eyebrows slightly, showing an interested expression.

Zhang Ze glanced at the time on the holographic wall clock, then at the door, and said with a smile.

"Of course, I can't handle such a big deal by myself, and the idea of ​​exporting labor is actually brought over by my partner from Beidao next door... People have already arrived, right over there."

Arman followed his line of sight and saw four guys in blue coats standing at the door.

Seeing this, an expression of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

It's actually a blue gopher? !

Tuo guy!

This business is stable!

Although he doesn't like the alliance, and he was just cheated by the alliance's goblin technology, if he were a teammate, it would be a different situation.

No one would think that their allies are too reliable.

The four people looked around the bar and soon saw Zhang Ze waving to them, so they walked over.

Arman's face immediately showed a graceful smile, and when he saw the four friends coming towards him, he took the initiative to extend his right hand.

"I am Arman, a merchant from Sifan Port. Who are the merchants?"

The man in front of him had a warm expression and took his right hand.

"My name is Vision Eagle, and the one next to me is the Fighting Wolf... We are all residents of Vault 404. My name is a bit strange, so please don't excuse me."

"You're stupid."

The combat-savvy wolf nodded, his taciturn appearance making him look like a master of concealment.

In fact, the reason why he behaved like this was simply because he had not learned a few sentences in Renlianyu.

That's what's wrong with strength.

The intelligence attribute in the early stage is too low, with only three measly points, and it plays like a mentally retarded player.

What a strange name...

But when he thought that the other party came out of the shelter, Arman was not surprised.

"Then...where are these two?"

His eyes fell on the two friends behind Brother Eagle and Brother Wolf.

They seemed to be residents of the shelter, so he asked their names out of politeness.

However, for some reason, the four people in front of them all showed subtle expressions on their faces.

Farsighted Eagle coughed dryly.

"Don't ask these two questions...just pretend that they don't exist."

"Gan! What do you mean by non-existence!" [Shit Stirring Stick] glared at him, then greeted the Weiland man in front of him with a smile, stuttering and said with great effort, "My name is Stick, My brothers all call me Brother Guan, and that guy is called Brother Guan. You can call him Brother Guan or Brother Guan.”

Catheter dog: "???"

Arman's brows twitched involuntarily. He always felt that these guys in front of him were unreliable, so he decided to observe first before drawing any conclusions.

So he looked at Zhang Ze aside and said.

"When do we leave?"

Zhang Ze glanced at Brother Eagle, then at Arman, and said with a smile.

"I can do either. Anyway, I'll be here at the port. You can discuss the departure time."

Arman looked at the four residents of the shelter, and the leader [Farsighted Eagle] said immediately.

"The sooner the better, I don't want to stay here for a moment... If we return now, we might be able to catch up with my birthday next month."

Arman suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, I have to buy a souvenir for my daughter... Is there a store near here?"

The four players were stunned when they heard this and looked at each other.

"The souvenirs are okay... There is some kind of souvenir here."

"How about buying a rag doll?" Brother Dog suggested.

"That's too featureless," Brother Gun shook his head, "It's better to put a bottle of sand back in it."

Shanzhan㱕wolf㱗vm clicked on it, and after checking the translation, he suddenly stammered.

"What do you think of the mutant logo? The mutants here are quite special, the ones with long fins."

The other three were shocked when they heard this.

"That guy."

"Fuck."

"You are too curious!"

"That won't work..." After barely understanding their exchange, Arman said with an embarrassed look, "I've given mutant heads as gifts before, but my little Ruby didn't like...my wife. Yes, I said it was scary when I saw it at night.”

Vision Eagle: "...?"

Catheter dog: "..."

Bullshit: "Awesome..."

Listening to what these people were saying, Zhang Ze couldn't help but cover his forehead and pat his head, suddenly having an idea.

"How about taking some photos? Your child must have never been to the wasteland. The scenery here should be quite special."

Arman's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his hands excitedly hugged his shoulders.

"My friend, you are so smart! Why didn't I think of that!"

Vision Eagle patted him on the shoulder.

"Then hurry up and take a photo. The sun is going to set soon. There aren't as many street lights as North Island and Potato Chips Harbor here. It's dark and you can't see anything."

The group of people left the bar noisily and took some photos before the sun completely set, recording the dusk scene in Settlement No. 1.

Standing on the deck of the cargo ship that was about to set sail, Arman was playing with the Polaroid camera he bought from the port grocery store. He suddenly laughed innocently and touched the back of his head.

"Why haven't I thought of this idea before...taking pictures? What a stupid idea."

A camera is not a rare thing, and he has been to many more interesting settlements than this one.

If they were all taken, those photos would have covered an entire wall.

What a pity!

While he was talking, he took another picture of the setting sun sinking into the sea.

"It's okay. It's not too late to start recording now. There is still a long way to go in life..." Yuan Yuan patted him on the shoulder in an old-fashioned way and spoke earnestly. He pretended to be cool and practiced his unskilled couplets.

"That's right..."

Arman grinned and put the camera away.

He suddenly felt that these shelter residents were not so annoying. Putting aside their opinions, it was actually quite interesting to be friends with them.

These people's minds work very fast, and they can always come up with some fantastic ideas... including the legendary space elevator.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like for these people to call him "Master", and it would be quite disappointing if he did.

The crew members, who had not finished drinking yet, went up to the deck through the gangway one by one. After the captain counted the number of people, he walked up to Arman.

"It's ready, we can set off at any time... Speaking of which, is it okay to go back with an empty boat? We've made two trips in vain."

Arman said enthusiastically.

"No problem, and this trip is not in vain. After this trip back, we can soon start a new more profitable business... Ah, I'm sorry, the dividends from this business may be——"

Looking at the boss who was high-spirited one second and stammered the next, the captain made an indifferent expression, shrugged his shoulders and said.

"It doesn't matter. In fact, when I heard you say that there is such a high profit, I knew it would be fine... If not, there would be nothing. Now I just hope that I don't miss my birthday. My family is still waiting for me to go back."

Yuanyuan Yingqi asked.

"What's your birthday?"

"This is the day when the Weirant people were born and the beginning of a great legend."

Arman raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looked at the sea in the distance, and shouted loudly.

"Set sail!"

The air horn sounded.

While those empty cargo ships were still refusing to leave the port, a group of eight cargo ships had already embarked on a new journey chasing the setting sun.

Fiery red light shone on the ground where they were moving forward, and the afterglow of the setting sun filled the entire sparkling ocean.

That burning color.

Just like blood staining red.