This Game Is Too Realistic

It is worth mentioning that when Chu Guang opened the "Survival Daily" of Settlement No. 1, Yaman's team had not yet docked, but had just passed through the southern sea area and the North Island.

Due to the increasingly fierce competition in the newspaper industry, in order to compete for the timeliness of the news, the newspaper wrote the newspaper headlines in advance and completed the printing last night.

More than a thousand immigrants came from the west of Central Continent.

This is almost equivalent to one twentieth of the current population of Settlement No. 1!

And these people are still Weilant people.

Considering the strategic hostile relationship between the Alliance and the Southern Army at the moment, this huge batch of immigrants is full of topicality, not to mention the thousands of tons of gold.

At a breakfast shop not far from the pier, several people on the pier wearing safety helmets read the news in the newspaper and gasped in surprise.

Several of the people were Willantites.

Compared with other wastelanders from the eastern provinces, they are the most sensitive to gold.

"Thousands of tons of gold...how many dinars does this cost?!"

"The minimum denomination is 5 grams... thousands of tons, at least 200 million!"

A Weiland man who once served in the Eastern Legion couldn't help but sigh.

"Mom... those guys in the south are rich."

In the Eastern Legion, gold is generally in the hands of manor owners who own large tracts of land.

These people are usually military nobles. They are either active captains of ten thousand who have been rewarded with land, or someone in their family has served as a captain of ten thousand.

From this point of view, the Southern Army does have certain institutional advantages over the Eastern Army.

Their property does not depend on land, but more on mines and factories.

Not only that, the gold of the Southern Legion is only monopolized by the Weirant people, not by the Captain.

It's no wonder that merchants and immigrants from Triumph City like to go to the colonies of the Southern Legion.

While these Weirant people were arguing about how many silver coins 200 million dinars could be exchanged for, Henk, who was also wearing a safety helmet, held his breath in excitement.

Two hundred million dinars!

He is worried that he does not have the start-up capital to start his own plan, won't the money just come? !

A few months ago, he had promised Arman that he would make money by losing him in Settlement No. 1. However, unfortunately, a few months passed and he was still working on the dock. The grand blueprint in his mind has not even begun.

No way.

Alliance Bank's risk control is too strict, and it is not friendly at all to people like him who have ideas but lack the strength to start a business.

Although he honestly found a job to repair his credit and obtained a temporary status, a job at the dock with a monthly salary of only 2,000 silver coins was not enough for him to borrow more than one million silver coins to start up and start rolling his career.㱕Snowball.

However, just when he was at a loss, the more than a thousand tons of gold that was docking gave him hope!

He hurriedly dropped the half-eaten noodles and trotted over to Youtou's place, getting straight to the point.

"I want to take a day off."

This guy asked for leave every now and then, and he had already memorized this face.

Looking at Hunk in a hurry, he said with a smile.

"Ask for leave? Where does it hurt this time?"

Faced with the teasing from the boss, Henk looked a little embarrassed, but he did not flinch and coughed slightly.

"Ahem... did you read the headlines of this morning's "Survivor Daily"? There are some acquaintances of mine on the ship, and I have to entertain them."

He actually didn't lie. The captain named Arman was indeed his acquaintance and his savior.

Yutou was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

But he didn't say anything in the end, and still gave the guy named Henk a leave note.

"...I advise you to be a little more serious about your work. You have to work for forty hours a week, right? If you don't work 168 hours this month, I have to give your work to Bo Luo. "

Taking the leave note from the boss, Henke walked down the road without blushing.

"Thank you for being so tolerant to me. I will definitely treat you to a drink when I become rich."

He didn't take his drawing of pancakes seriously at all, the man said with a grin.

"Just drinking? I'm already daydreaming. I thought you would at least let me be a general manager."

Hunk said with a grin.

"Those are two different things. I have to give priority to my investors. However, if you are interested in changing careers, I will consider introducing you to my competitors."

The man was stunned for a moment, then looked at the cunning man and cursed with a smile.

"Go away, you ungrateful bastard, don't even think about getting another leave note from me this month!"

Henk waved the leave note in his hand and said with a smile.

"With your good words, I hope so! If it happens this time, I won't have to trouble you to issue a leave note anymore, and you can leave my exoskeleton to those Borneos."

Although Henk is not a big shot, he still owns two large ships and weapons.

He had never thought about working on the dock for the rest of his life, and this job was just a transition for him.

…

Just as Henke hurried towards the passenger terminal, the twelve passenger ships full of immigrants finally sailed into the port of Settlement No. 1.

On the deck of the "Salvation Nest", Armen looked at the nearby dock, with a hint of fascination in his bright smile.

Thanks to the good weather along the way, the average speed of his fleet when crossing the Borneo Sea was basically more than 30 knots, and the Baidu Strait slowed down the ship speed.

Since the ship carried more than 5,000 people, and all of them were from Wilante, in order to avoid accidents, he did not dock at any port along the coast of Borneo Province.

It is precisely because of this that they can reach the Death Coast before the first weekend of September.

To be honest, the changes here are really quite big.

Speaking of this port alone, the passenger terminal and cargo terminal were originally crowded together. However, with the increase in cargo throughput and passenger flow, the port terminals have been divided into different areas according to their uses.

Not only that, shore infrastructure connected to the dock has also been built one after another.

For example, it is connected to the port reservoir area by freight rail, such as the passenger terminal is connected to the shipping building and minibus station, etc.

Yalman still remembers that the area used to be lined with rows of container houses, but now it has a green belt road and is dotted with wooden country villas with sea views.

Although he comes here often, and the intervals are not long, every time he stops here, he will have the illusion that it has been a long time.

While Arman was looking at the shore, Kuruan, who was standing beside him, was also carefully observing the situation on the shore.

Unlike Arman, this was his first time here and he had never seen what this place looked like before, so there was not much surprise on his face.

Compared with Yongye Port, which has a population of hundreds of thousands, Settlement No. 1, with a population of just over 100,000, is more like an urban-rural fringe between a village and a city, while the port, which is still under expansion, is more like It is a busy place.

The living conditions here are definitely not as good as those in Yongye Port, especially for people like them who have left their hometowns.

But that's not what he cares about.

And as a starting point, it's pretty good here.

"By the way, why is this place called the Death Coast?"

Hearing Kuruan's curious inquiry, Armen answered in a chatting tone.

"Because... this place was really not a good place before. Even when the Iron Tower Organization was still there, the locals were not willing to get close to it easily. I heard that before the Alliance came here, the entire coastline was dotted with mutant tribes of all sizes. And it’s the kind of mutant with gills and fins.”

A look of surprise appeared on Kuruan's face.

"And there are mutants with gills and fins?"

Arman said with a smile.

"Of course there are, but they can't stay under the sea all the time, and all the nest bases on the coastline were destroyed by Alliance patrols... I heard from Alliance people that some aquatic mutants retreated before the war. There are sewers in the era, but the entrances to these places are generally far away from the settlements, so there is no threat to the people living here. "

Kuruan nodded to express his understanding and turned his attention to the beach not far away.

Apart from the rugged rocks, he could only see folding deck chairs, a few folded sun umbrellas, and sparse figures in twos and threes.

It was morning now, and there were not many people passing the time on the beach, but he could still feel the peace and tranquility from the slowed down time.

Unbelievable, it was once a mutant lair and a battlefield where Alliance landing forces fought...

Kuruan couldn't help but have a bit of envy in his eyes, but he couldn't tell what it was that he envied.

"...It seems that the alliance management did not lie to them. They have indeed finished the battle."

Armand's wife Margery was holding on to little Ruby's hand tightly, and she was so excited that she almost hung on the railing of the deck.

A pair of bright eyes were full of curiosity. She was chattering and asking questions all the way, but now her eyes were looking at the gantry crane in the distance.

This thing was not unusual in the league, but it made little Ruby's jaw drop.

She had never seen such an interesting thing. It was so tall that there were actually wheels installed under the door. It could not only change the width freely, but also move flexibly around ports and docks.

The large red iron pliers hanging on the door frame are also unusually flexible.

It just stretched and retracted slightly, and then it carried the large box more than ten meters wide from the deck to the shore.

"What a big door!"

Seeing her excited daughter shouting and screaming, Margaery couldn't help but smile.

"That's a gantry crane."

"Gantry crane?" Ruby turned her head and looked at her mother, her two big eyes blinking curiously.

Looking at this little guy with a strong thirst for knowledge, Margery said with a smile.

"Used to load and unload packing materials."

She has seen this thing before, but this is the first time she has seen it in reality.

Container transportation is not popular in the Legion territory. Even the Port of Triumph City is mainly based on bulk cargo transportation. At most, conveyor belts are installed between the main storage areas of the port and the docks.

The reason is also very simple. The main reason is that the foreign labor force is too cheap, and during the period of stagnant expansion of the legion, the cargo throughput of the dock itself will not fluctuate greatly.

As a supporting facility for packing and transportation, this kind of large-scale loading and unloading equipment naturally cannot become popular.

Even though there are similar hoisting technologies in the Legion Factory, these technologies have not spread to other fields.

"Then...why isn't there in Evernight Port?" Ruby asked, breaking the casserole and continuing.

Margaery gently stroked her hair, which was ruffled by the sea breeze, and held her in her arms.

"This is a good question. Mom hopes you can think about it yourself instead of waiting for others to give you the answer."

Ruby tilted her little head and thought seriously. It was obviously too early for her to ask such a profound question.

The ship slowly approached the dock, and the sailors dropped the anchor chain amid shouts.

Arman lifted up his sleeves and glanced at the time on the watch, then walked to his wife and daughter's side.

"We are almost about to disembark. I have to go to the port authority to register first... There are more than a thousand immigrants, and I have never crammed so many people here at once. My dear, take Ruby to your room and pack your luggage. Bar."

Margery: "Have you contacted a place to stay?"

Arman nodded.

"It's just a hotel I've stayed in a few times. The environment and facilities are not bad. It's better than the boat anyway... We'll rest there for a few days and then look for a house."

He is not worried about where he lives. After all, he has been here for several years and is relatively familiar with the local situation.

In contrast, he was more worried about the more than a thousand compatriots on his ship.

Unlike him who was used to wandering, most of these people came to such a far away place for the first time.

Their food and accommodation are a problem.

However, Yaman believes that the local authorities in Settlement No. 1 must have more headaches than he does.

What he has to do next is to talk to the authorities about how to solve the problem.

"...According to your arrangement."

Margery kissed her husband lightly on the cheek, and then took little Ruby to the cabin.

Looking at the backs of mother and daughter, Arman couldn't help but smile happily as he thought about his new life in the future.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from the dock not far away.

"Haha, Mr. Armen! We meet again!"

Looking in the direction from which the sound came, Armand quickly saw Henk standing on the pier waving his hand.

He was wearing a crisp formal suit, his leather shoes were polished, and his oiled hair was shining in the morning light.

This Weiland man from the New World seems to have completely adapted to the local life, and even used the money he saved to buy himself an outfit.

Arman looked at him in surprise, then smiled and waved to him.

"Henk? Long time no see. Did you come here specially to wait for me?"

"Of course! I came to make an appointment to discuss business. When I heard you were coming, I immediately turned down the business!"

Henk lifted up his sleeves and wanted to take a look at the time, but he remembered that he had pawned the watch, so he touched the back of his hand in embarrassment and put his hand away again.

Arman did not notice his embarrassment, but noticed another person standing next to him.

The man's appearance and that of his partner Zhang Zejun should also be survivors from the eastern provinces.

After getting off the deck, he hugged Henk, and then politely turned his eyes to the stranger.

"Who is this?"

"I was planning to introduce you!" Henk had a bright smile on his face, then looked at the person next to him and said, "This is Gu Ning, the local representative of Settlement No. 1."

"Hello, Mr. Arman, I have heard your name."

As he spoke, the man named Gu Ning smiled friendly and extended his right hand.

Arman shook hands with him and said with a rather surprised expression on his face.

"Nice to meet you...Mr. Gu."

Rather than being surprised by this man's identity, Armen was more confused about why Henk brought him here.

However, before he had time to ask, the Director of the Port Authority hurriedly came from the direction of the Port Authority office, forcing him to put things aside for the time being.

"Sorry, I have something going on here."

Looking at the slightly apologetic Arman, the representative named Gu Ning smiled modestly and said.

"Understood, you get down to business first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

The beaming Henk also continued.

"Business matters, we are not in a hurry."

Arman nodded and immediately walked towards the port director.

Before docking at the port, he contacted the port authorities via radio and obtained permission to dock.

It was Director Sun Youcheng of the Port Authority who approved the matter.

However, the expression on the director's face told him that things might not be as simple as he thought.

And things developed exactly as he expected.

When he walked up to Director Sun and was about to say hello, the other party spoke first.

"You're in trouble."

Seeing the expression on Director Sun's face, Arman was stunned for a moment.

"Trouble? Didn't I already agree with you before I came here?"

The expression on Sun Youcheng's face was a little embarrassed, and his eyes drifted to the side.

"That's right...there have been some changes in the situation."

Change?

He was most afraid of hearing this word. Arman's expression couldn't help but change slightly, and he said seriously.

"I hope you can explain clearly...we only docked at the port after getting your permission."

"That's right... I don't have the final say in this settlement alone."

Perhaps because of his misunderstanding, Sun Youcheng didn't feel confident when he said these words.

After hesitating for a long time, he sighed and said.

"Okay, let me tell you the truth. Some people from the Yue tribe raised signs in front of the city hall to protest, and you should know what they are protesting against...your compatriots did those things,"

I have to blame the damn "Daily Survivor". I don't know who leaked the news.

Sun Youcheng cursed and cursed in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

He can control the port, but he cannot control the repayment.

In fact, last night he had a premonition that these Weiland immigrants might be in trouble.

After all, there were thousands of people coming this time, not hundreds, not to mention that they came from the territory of the Southern Legion.

In order to prevent possible accidents, he held a meeting in the special bureau and repeatedly told people who knew about the matter not to disclose the information to the media. Unexpectedly, the ship was boarded by the "Daily Survivor" before it even docked. 》The headline, even the specific number of people was exposed.

Now that the City Hall is surrounded, the pressure is naturally on his side.

After listening to Director Sun's words, Arman couldn't help but argue.

"But my ship is full of civilians, what does this have to do with them? Not to mention that they are also victims of persecution by the legion, and that's why they came here."

Sun Youcheng looked at him affectionately, and in the end he just sighed helplessly.

"Have you explained to me? The Port Authority also listens to the city hall. You should go and explain to those who are protesting... But I have to tell you that they are not on good terms with you. Especially those from the Yue Clan, many of them are They have joined the alliance a long time ago, and they have citizenship and political power. "

Arman was speechless for a moment.

Just when he didn't know what to do, Representative Gu Ning's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"The identity of an Alliance citizen is not a talisman to do whatever you want, nor is it a sword to be superior to others. Provide shelter for survivors who are committed to ending the Wasteland Chronicle, and unite all suffering survivors... These words are written in the Alliance's constitution. . Are you going to allow our citizens to shake our foundation?"

"Ordinary people can be naive and willful, but this kind of thing should not happen to you."

Previously, Sun Youcheng's attention was all on Arman, and he didn't even notice the local representative here.

Seeing Gu Ning's face, the expression on his face suddenly turned into a bitter one.

Although it was not easy to offend the citizens of the Alliance, he did not want to face accountability from the Representative Council.

The pressure is much greater than shouting through the window.

If he was really pursued, he would be dismissed from class in minutes.

"I didn't mean that...but what about those who protested? Just leave them alone?"

He came to ask a rhetorical question, but he didn't expect Gu Ning to act like "that's it."

"They protested theirs, that's their right, you do your thing according to the rules and leave the rest to me."

Sun Youcheng was speechless for a moment and could only nod helplessly.

"Okay...I don't care what happens after that."

Anyway, it was the representative who asked him to let him go.

Even if the mayor asks after that, he will have something to hand over.

"Then it's none of your business."

As he said this, Gu Ning looked at Arman who was completely stunned, smiled and extended his right hand, "Welcome to the alliance, I hope that some small misunderstandings between us have not made you feel wronged."

"How could it be..." Arman, who was stunned, immediately held Gu Ning's extended hand and said gratefully, "Thank you... those Boluo people, I will explain to them."

Gu Ning let go of his hand and smiled, waving his hand gently.

"You're welcome. As for mediation and clarification, that's the job of us people."

After a pause, he continued.

"I assume you don't have a place to live yet, right?"

Arman swallowed and said truthfully.

"...Indeed, although my residence has been settled, most of the people on the ship have not."

"I understand the basic situation."

Gu Ning nodded seriously and continued.

"The alliance is not a wishing machine. We really can't immediately create a district that can accommodate a thousand people...but I believe we can find a solution. Can we go to the ship to chat?"

Unexpectedly, the other party was so concerned about the fate of these people on the boat. Arman was immediately flattered and made a gesture of invitation.

"Of course it's convenient, please come with me!"