This Game Is Too Realistic

Letting the Weiland people build their own homes is a compromise. After all, the authorities of Settlement No. 1 cannot conjure up a new city that can accommodate a thousand people out of thin air.

In particular, Settlement No. 1 itself has received wasteland visitors from the eastern provinces. The expansion speed of the settlement and the growth of the population have achieved a fragile balance, and no one is willing to break it.

Furthermore, these immigrants themselves bring a large amount of capital and manpower.

The labor force needs jobs, and funds need to be allocated appropriately. With a little allocation of resources, the needs of both can be met in a timely manner.

Genk looked for this opportunity to satisfy the demands of all parties.

The authorities of Settlement No. 1 only need to produce a blueprint to build a high-growth new district. The construction site in the new area will not only stimulate the local economy, but also solve more problems caused by the continued integration of Weirant people in the future.

And with the dinar as a guarantee, the alliance's banks would be happy to provide loans.

After all, using real gold and silver foreign exchange as collateral is much more reliable than using gold bars or stocks as collateral.

Although there are some Borneo people who embroider the word "homeland" and shout online that this is a "soft colonization" conspiracy by the Wilantes, not many people actually buy it.

After all, in terms of numbers alone, there are many more Borneos who went to the Alliance than the Wilantes.

First they were the Yue Clan people, and then they were the residents of Jingallang Port. These guys had run away since the Xilan period.

In a sense, they are actually beneficiaries of the Union Constitution.

A person who crosses a river and then wants to tear down the bridge is not liked anywhere.

In fact, after some Borneo people calmed down, they realized that the reason for protest was untenable.

They tried to use racial narratives to win over others, but the survivors in the eastern provinces didn't buy it.

The Alliance supports the war in Borneo not because of their bloodline or hatred of the Velant people, but because of the similarity of class positions - they are also the survivors of suffering in the wasteland.

Back then, they themselves suffered humiliation because of racial issues and fled to the Alliance to seek asylum. But now they use racist reasons to attack their class brothers, which is unjustifiable both emotionally and rationally.

What's more, through such a drastic method...

It was noon, and most of the protesting crowd gathered in front of the city hall had dispersed, but there were still about a hundred stubborn guys who still stood their ground.

The settlement's guards pulled a cordon around them.

Although there were several pushes and shoves during this period, it did not turn into a conflict.

Compared with the wastelanders in the eastern provinces, the survivors in Borneo are actually less aggressive and have a relatively docile personality.

As for paranoia, that's another story.

Most Borneo people are keen on being reasonable only when it benefits themselves, and regard both sides of logic as enemies, even if this kind of behavior that harms others rather than themselves has made them You suffered a lot.

Standing outside the isolation line and looking at the excited old man holding the flag of the Mammoth Kingdom, the young guard couldn't help but curl his lips.

"Since they like that Laxi so much, why don't they go back? Now is the time when Laci needs them the most."

The old man standing next to him grinned and said jokingly.

"Haha, I'll bet you a silver coin that if he really went to Laxi's territory, he would be more honest than if he went to our prison."

The young guard couldn't help laughing, but was glared at by the old man carrying the flag of the Mammoth Kingdom.

"Why are you laughing! I paid taxes!"

The young guard said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, your Majesty, if you think anyone around here has not paid taxes, please tell me."

The old man's face turned angry.

The manager standing aside quickly pulled the young guard and gave him a warning look, telling him not to cause trouble.

The latter made a helpless expression and turned back to the car.

At this time, the mayor who did not show up seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure and finally sent his secretary out.

Perhaps seeing the dawn of victory, the hundreds of Borneo people protested louder and became more excited.

The mayor's secretary, who was pushed out to block the thunder, felt dizzy. He took the loudspeaker from the hands of the city hall staff and shouted at the hundreds of Borneo people who were shouting slogans.

"Ahem... Friends from Borneo, please calm down. No matter what your demands are, this is only an administrative agency, not a legislative or judicial agency, let alone the Duke's estate. We, like you, must Abide by the laws of the commonwealth. If you feel that taking in those Weirant people violates the laws of the alliance, or there are any problems with our laws, you should go to the representative council or the court——"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a series of voices.

To be honest, it was the first time for him, who had never been on the front line, to see such a brave Borneo. He saw the old man carrying the mammoth flag yelling at him with a red face and a thick neck.

"Is this a legal issue?"

"Then what's the problem?"

His words were interrupted again, and the young man following the old man shouted at him.

"That's right! The law is just the bottom line! It doesn't mean it's right!"

"That's right! This law is unreasonable. Why should we let the Wilante people share the fruits of our labor!"

"And they're still members of the Southern Legion's Willantes! Who knows if there might be a few decathurions or centurions among them!"

The sound of one after another echoed at the door of the city hall. The protesting Borneo people seemed determined to turn the cement floor here into mud, and then waited for someone to stir it up.

The mayor's secretary was dumbfounded.

But he was a man who had seen the world, and his mind quickly turned around.

"Yes, the law is just the bottom line. We should use higher moral standards in our daily lives... But a person who doesn't even have a bottom line, can you believe that he has a higher moral standard than the bottom line?"

Perhaps because the players are very reasonable, he instinctively wanted to rely on reason to persuade these emotional Borneo people.

However, he did not realize that trying to reason with the Borneo people was a wrong decision in itself.

There has never been any Borno who became emperor by convincing others with reason. Without exception, he did not achieve his goal by cheating, stealing, robbing and other means.

"I want to see the manager!"

"We can't explain it clearly to you!"

"That's right! Let's meet the manager!"

The unreasonable roars turned all the coherent explanations into jokes. The secretary who was still trying to reason finally wondered why his superiors were unwilling to come out and face these guys on their own. The crowd also pretended not to see it.

What they want is not order, but something else.

He finally gave up and shouted in self-defeat.

"Okay! You go! If you don't go, I'll look down on you! Go buy your ticket and go to Dawn City to see your respected manager! You go and tell that gentleman in person, respected manager, you are a waste of effort... …No one is stopping you!”

The guards standing behind the isolation belt watching the show looked at each other in disbelief.

"I suddenly started to have a little affection for the mayor..."

"It's not just you."

It is worth mentioning that the Security Bureau is not a subordinate department of the city hall, and Settlement No. 1 is in the same line as Dawn City in this regard.

As long as things don't turn into violent conflicts, they won't take action. And if they obey the orders of the city hall or a powerful "big man" and disperse the crowd without taking further action, they may instead be punished by the Guards.

Those protesting Borneo people obviously understood this, so they did not block the door or occupy the road, they just shouted under the window of the mayor's office.

It was noon, and Gu Ning drove from the port area to the vicinity of the city hall. Not far from the door, he met another regional representative from the representative conference.

His name is Suka. If you only look at his ID card and appearance, even the Borneo people wouldn't be able to tell that he is from the Yue tribe.

However, Gu Ning from the regional representative association knew his identity, and also knew that he would send a quarter of his salary every month to the federation in Golden Gallen Port (not the one in Absaike).

Perhaps because of the suffering they have suffered in the past, these Yue people are more united than the "snake, rat, insect, and bird" people in Borneo.

Gu Ning adjusted his collar gently, stopped next to him, smiled softly and said.

"Aren't you going to speak for them?"

Sukka was silent for a moment, then sighed and said.

"Mr. Gu, can you understand the feeling of love and hate?"

Gu Ning understood the complexity and dilemma in his eyes, but didn't say anything more. She just smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Leave it to me."

Looking at Gu Ning walking in front of him in silence, Suka shook his head, and finally couldn't bear to look any further, so he turned and left.

They were all sitting together in a meeting, so how could he not know what was hidden in that guy's smile?

He was certain that what that guy planned to do might be bad for the alliance, but it might not be bad for his compatriots.

But he no longer has the ability to stop it, and he is not sure whether he should stop it or not.

After all, he is already a member of the alliance...

It is worth mentioning that there have always been two forces, radical and conservative, within the alliance, corresponding to the left and the left respectively. Although objectively speaking, these two forces are still very young and there are few public disputes, but it does not mean that they do not exist.

For example, Mr. Gu is a typical conservative.

They have no dispute with the radicals on the issue of "accommodating the suffering survivors in the wasteland". After all, this is the earliest clause written in the constitution.

However, for specific questions such as "what kind of survivors are worthy of acceptance", "what kind of people can be united", and "will uniting those who should not be united will shake the foundation of the alliance", they and the people they represent People have completely different views.

Another thing worth mentioning is that there are actually not as many people in the alliance who hate the Vaillant people as the Borneo and Vaillant people think.

After all, the Wilantes, represented by Vanus, had fought side by side with the survivors of the River Valley Province a long time ago, against the legion and the lackeys supported by the legion.

And the efforts of these people are seen by others.

The residents of the Vault don't follow the racial narrative. They think that the survivors of this planet going back two centuries are the remnants of the APC - even the Velantians created by the Ministry of Technology, using It is also the biotechnological crystallization of human DNA template and human civilization.

In addition, the Legion's ass is not clean, and the Empire's is not noble either.

Not to mention the things Wu Tuo has done, even the countries in Borneo Province that have drawn a clear line with him have committed "blatant assassinations in diplomatic settings", "squeezing overseas workers", "smuggling contraband" and so on. A series of shocking works.

There are many people who love them, and there are also many people who think they deserve it.

It is precisely because of this that it is difficult to gain the "favor" of the alliance public by resorting to misfortune, and it is extremely dangerous to try to use this "favoritism" to challenge the alliance's constitution.

Sukka actually saw clearly.

Compared with the "Southern Wilantes" who keep their tail between their legs and those who have distanced themselves from the Southern Legion, the guys gathered at the door of the Government Hall are actually doing a dangerous thing.

The more they emphasize their bloodline and the tragic fate attached to it, and try to kidnap those progressive voices against their original intentions, the more they will awaken the backlash from conservative voices within the alliance——

[We have done enough to help you, let’s stop. 】

Conservatives will definitely use the topic to their advantage.

And he didn't have time to stop it...

Seeing the people from the representative meeting coming, Secretary Richang, who was standing downstairs to calm the emotions of the Borneo people, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're finally here."

Gu Ning, who rushed to the scene, didn't talk nonsense. He counted the heads of people present and then pulled the secretary aside.

"Help me order one hundred and twenty box lunches for them, as well as mineral water. I'll pay for it... Don't order anything too expensive. The budget is only two hundred silver coins, as long as you can eat enough."

Thinking that this guy was here to come to the rescue, the secretary gave him a strange look.

"Bring them food? If I were them, I would be able to mess around here at night!"

Gu Ningyan spoke concisely and concisely.

"People don't listen to anything when they're hungry. It's better to let them run wild in the evening than to let them continue to come tomorrow... Don't forget to order one for me, I haven't eaten it since morning [yet] A mouthful of rice.”

The secretary looked at him with a strange expression, but in the end said nothing and turned back to the government office.

Not long after, one hundred and twenty-one lunch boxes were delivered. One meat and two vegetables was not a rich meal, but it was not too shabby either.

Those Borno people happened to be hungry, and their voices were even hoarse from shouting, but they did not refuse the food and water provided by the representative.

Gu Ning personally distributed it to the protestors present and sat with them to eat.

Perhaps he was moved by his act of being close to the people. All the Borneo people regarded him as a family member who talked about everything.

In response to their compliments, Gu Ning just smiled modestly, quietly ate until he was seven-tenths full, and then waited for them all to finish eating.

This is not a show.

Or to put it more strictly, at least not the part about treating guests to dinner.

At best, it's politeness first and then fighting.

It was finally time for lunch break, and there were gradually more residents working nearby on the street. Most of them were survivors from the eastern provinces, and there were also Weirant people from the Eastern Legion. Most of them came here with the mentality of watching the fun.

Seeing more and more people around, the Borneo people who had eaten and drank enough wiped their hands and picked up the sign on the ground again, ready to strike while the iron was hot.

At this moment, Gu Ning spoke in a gentle tone.

"Friends, I have never asked you what your appeal is. Now please tell me. Only when I know your appeal can I solve the problem for you."

"We don't like the Vaillant people."

"Get them out of the alliance!"

"Speaking of which, they are a created problem, right? Why can't these big noses be deleted from the world?"

Looking at the excited people, Gu Ning smiled in a friendly manner and took the speaker from the secretary's hand.

"I don't like... That's a good reason. Just like you, I have a lot of things I don't like, such as things that are too sweet and too salty. However, what I hate more than these two things are those who think that the whole world has to be... Guys who revolve around themselves.”

"That kind of person is like a baby with a big head that can't fit into a stroller. Today they hope that this person will die, and tomorrow they hope that person will die. If they want to satisfy their appetite, they have to tear everything down and start over. It’s better to sew his bad mouth... I want to say, since all the problems are caused by these things, why can’t they be the ones who die?”

The scene was quiet.

Everyone, including the secretary who handed him the horn, opened his mouth in shock.

However, not everyone was surprised.

For example, the young boy who was sitting in the police car earlier couldn't help but excitedly clapped his hands twice...in a place where no one could see him.

The Baro people who came back to their senses understood his accusations and cursed at him one after another.

"What the hell do you mean?!"

"It's really unreasonable...it's obviously those big noses, is it our fault?!"

"You betrayed the Alliance!!"

Each of them scolded her more harshly than the other, but maybe it was because they were full, or maybe they were short-tongued, but their yelling voices did not have much confidence.

Faced with the overwhelming curses, Gu Ning turned a deaf ear and continued speaking louder and louder to more people standing behind them.

"I will always be loyal to the Alliance. No one loves the Alliance more than me. Guys who run away with their tail between their legs are less qualified to judge me."

"Besides, I'm not targeting anyone, I'm just talking about the kind of guys I hate. If I have the chance, I really hope to build a large colony ship and send those lunatics to a planet alone."

"They can stay with themselves, just use the old tricks they are best at, kill themselves on that planet, match with what they want to match, lick the toe they want to lick, and that's it. Just like the animals do and think all day long, just stay out of our way!”

I have never seen a representative be so down-to-earth. People watching on the street cheered and whistled.

A player with a prosthetic body even laughed and commented.

"I'm with you, I guess you mean Legion!"

Gu Ning pointed at him and followed his words.

"You're right. What the Legion lacks the most is the kind of guys who want to ride on other people's heads all day long! Especially those captains. They use lies to start wars, passively or actively participate in the war, and use their compatriots to They smear their ugly and dirty hopes with blood, and then use their marshal and their verbal loyalty as a shield! This kind of hypocritical thing is not worthy of mentioning the word loyalty at all, and is not even worthy of the loyal and brave Willante! Man, am I right?”

The crowd burst into applause.

And the few young men applauding were from Willant.

Their faces glowed with excitement, and the guy said what they wanted to say most but were embarrassed to say.

Today's legion is no longer the legion fighting for the fate of the Velant people, but a monster that drinks human blood and eats human flesh.

Maybe other Vaillantians see it differently.

But at least they who are standing here came here precisely because they were fed up with those lies.

"You're right!"

"What a bastard Southern Army! What a bastard Tire!"

"These people who eat people without spitting out their bones are the traitors who have betrayed the people of Wilant!"

The Borneo man standing behind the isolation line was speechless for a moment.

They were not completely speechless, but they were suddenly "disarmed" and caught off guard by this sudden change.

After glancing at the waning protestors, Gu Ning looked back at the increasingly loud applause on the street and continued speaking while holding up the loudspeaker.

"Well, congratulations to you. You have truly joined our cause. You sincerely want to end the Wasteland Era and are willing to dedicate your life to liberating the suffering survivors... and you can help people with ideals. You are also our glory.”

"As for those guys who cursed me, I don't want to ask you what you are here for, but didn't you read the constitution of the alliance before coming here? Since you are unwilling to abide by our rules, why are you here? Instead of going back Find a cooler place to stay in your empire or in the wasteland? "

"Is it because the empire and the wasteland are not used to you? Or is it because the people in the river valley seem to be easy to talk to, and the people in Jinchuan seem to be refined and easy-going? We try to seek common ground while reserving differences, and accept your differences, but have you ever had any Have you considered integrating with us for a moment?”

"Our respected Mr. Management has given you too many opportunities. If you think we have violated any law, you can sue the illegal bastard. If you think the problem is with the law, you can Just put forward your opinions at the representative meeting. If you think there is a problem with the implementation of the law, then go to the Guards Corps!"

"And you, in the most intense and annoying way, demand that we shake our own foundation for your feelings... Do you hate the Legion, or do you hate yourself for not taking it seriously? Legion?"

"Remember, I'm talking about those who cursed me and wanted to get rid of me. I'm not targeting any normal Borno people."

"The alliance is the alliance of all survivors, not your wishing machine. Oh, I almost forgot to mention that the second thing I hate in my life are those bastards who don't follow the rules and like to jump in line!"

Applause and whistles resounded at the door of the Government Hall, and even the few young guards standing near the separation line to maintain order couldn't help but applaud.

The protests at the door of the government hall became more and more embarrassing, and finally gave Gu Ning a hard look and left one after another.

The old man carrying the mammoth flag said harsh words when he passed by.

"I hate you... My children and I will never give you our votes even if we die."

Gu Ning returned the trumpet to the secretary, looked at him and said.

"Then leave it to the one you love the most. I'm not a silver coin. I'm just myself. How can I please everyone?"

When he said [here], he paused and smiled maliciously.

"But old man, I still have to remind you that if one day you really meet a guy who does everything as you want, you must be careful with your wallet. Only a liar will satisfy everyone's needs, even if those requirements are contradictory."

The old man didn't wait for him to finish what he said. When he saw that the threat was useless, he cried angrily.

Gu Ning watched the last protester leave with a smile, and his polite look returned to his face.

In fact, he was always polite, even if the speaker volume was turned up a little.

Sitting in the car far away, Suka sighed, rubbed the ID card in his hand with his index finger, and finally stuffed it back into his arms.

"What's the problem?"

He was puzzled and leaned his forehead against his clasped palms in pain.

The premonition in his heart became stronger.

His people were winning a war.

But gradually losing another battle...

On the other side, a rumbling train passed by the station platform of Mafu Town, carrying countless people who were full of hope for a new life towards the endless wilderness.

Chu Guang, who was sitting on the train, cast his gaze towards the rolling mountains in the distance.

There is Shifeng Mountain.

The place where the joint coalition forces met in Jinchuan Province.

It was the first cooperation between the legion, the academy and the enterprise in a century and a half, and it was also a turning point in the war between the surviving forces and the "destroying forces".

A nostalgic smile appeared on Chu Guang's face.

"Weifu City is ahead."