This Game Is Too Realistic

In a village next to the industrial zone, a young man who was tanned by the sun returned to his tent and sat on a bench angrily.

This anger is not only directed at the Vaillant people, but also at those in the Alliance who prevent them from revenge, and even some of it is directed at themselves.

He is the bravest young man in the village, and he should have led the people in the village to argue with each other. As a result, his shoulders are still shaking uncontrollably.

He hates himself for being a coward, although he doesn't know exactly how to stop himself from being a coward.

Looking at his grandson with a wrinkled face, the old man sighed and spoke in a slow voice.

"Bosaka, you are too impulsive."

Bosaka turned back and glared at him, spitting out all the anger and complaints in his chest.

"I don't understand what they want to do. Aren't the Velantes their enemies? We can deal with their enemies for them. We don't need much!"

The old man shook his head.

"Enemies and friends are the same thing in the desert, but there are more than just two concepts of enemies and friends outside the desert. Your method may work in the desert, but it won't work outside the desert. It doesn't make sense... There is a man named Lashi in Borneo. Someone wrote an autobiography for him. I bought it from a merchant in Yongye Port and put it on your bedside table. You have never read it. , you should learn more from him and see what he does in the same situation."

Bosaka's eyes were blank.

Lacy?

What is the outer world of the great desert?

Does this have anything to do with his confusion?

He had seen the book on the bedside table, but he didn't know a few words, and it was too troublesome to learn it.

Looking at the child who was still confused, the old man gave a serious warning.

"Anyway, the Alliance is here now. If you really don't know what to do, just keep a low profile and follow the people you think are powerful."

Bosaka said with a look of resentment.

"Then work for the Alliance? What's the difference from before they came here?"

"The difference is that in the past, if you talked back to the Vaillant people, the Vaillant people would whip you, tie you to a pillar and torture you until your last breath, but now no one will do that... Although I think you have never been afraid of the whips of the Vaillant people, otherwise you would not provoke them again and again. "

The old man glanced at the roof of the tent, tapped the cigarette rod in his hand on the sole of his shoe, and suddenly let out a long sigh.

"Actually, you don't need to hate them so much. Before the Weirant people came here, did you think that the Laka River was the paradise in fairy tales? Don't be too naive. The most fertile land has never been in our hands, but in our hands. In the hands of mutants and aliens."

Looking at the house, the old man Bosaka mocked.

"You, an old fellow, are actually speaking for the people of Vaillant. Have you lived enough?"

The old man shook his head.

"I've had enough life, I just don't want to see my only child miss the opportunity to become a good person and turn back into a beast."

"I don't want to be a weak person like a good person who will only be bullied by others. I can only become a pathetic person who picks up trash and eats after others... But you are right, I should follow strong people. , Even if you don’t eat meat, you can still drink soup.”

Bosaka clenched his fists, looked outside the tent, and muttered.

“I don’t know when the league will pay wages.”

The old man warned.

"I hope you remember to speak your mind and follow strong people. Also, don't miss work anymore. We are running out of shredded tobacco at home."

Looking at this old immortal guy, Bosaka said impatiently.

"I know, I'll get some money back. I feel like I'm lazy."

…

As alliance engineers, orders and funds came one after another, and the 100th and 101st Divisions of the Enterprise successively captured multiple mines and power stations from the Southern Army, the Raqqa Industrial Zone continued to restore its former glory. After the order was restored, there were finally signs of recovery.

It's December.

Under the coordination of Fang Chang, the Raqqa Autonomous Council started with property rights and introduced the first plan for "production capacity transformation" - the "December Bill."

According to the provisions of the bill, in order to raise funds for the Raqqa Development Fund, the Raqqa Autonomous Council will sell off 172 facilities in the industrial zone.

These facilities are mainly backward production capacity that needs to be eliminated, and there are more or less problems, such as steel plants that produce steel blanks, aluminum materials plants that produce industrial aluminum, and clothing factories that produce military uniforms and cartridge cases.㱕Stamping workshop and fuel power station, etc.

After research by engineers from the alliance, if the alliance funds the renovation of these 172 facilities, it will not only waste a huge amount of taxpayers' money, but also may be thankless. It is better to let the private sector figure out how to turn these garbage into treasure.

These factories will entrust the Shuguang City Stock Exchange and the five major banks in the alliance to conduct auctions.

The entire auction will be open to the public.

Any qualified individual or organization can hold a placard at the entrusted institution.

Shuguang City Stock Exchange is located in Shuguang City, Jinlun Port, Silver Moon Bay, Settlement No. 1, French Fries Port, North Island of the South China Sea Alliance, Ring Island, Coral City and even Ideal City on the east coast. It is easy to participate in transactions.

At the same time, Baiyue Company and Niu Ma Group, which are participating in the ownership reform of the Laka Industrial Zone, will not participate in the first round of auctions and will only raise placards for unsuccessful bids.

This is done firstly for the sake of fairness, and secondly to prevent the loss of wealth of alliance citizens.

After all, if Baiyue Company ends up with the wealth of Alliance Citizens, Alliance Citizens will have no way to play.

In this way, 172 facilities were quickly auctioned off. Although these assets had more or less problems, they were still robbed by the industrialists.

In addition to players and alliance citizens, the buyers also include some wealthy people from Jinlun Port and the South China Sea Alliance, and even the owners of Ideal City.

Some of them are eyeing the dividends of the post-war reconstruction of the province of Batoya, while others are targeting the space elevator in the southern seas.

Although Ideal City itself has a large number of factories, considering the exchange rate and the local labor force, the factory in Laqaka Industrial Zone does not have its own advantages.

They just need to bring some of Ideal City's technology there.

In any case, thanks to these people bringing funds and technology to the field, the alliance allowed the Southern Army to consolidate its own supply chain in the Laka Industrial Zone without spending any money.

In this process, Laka Industrial Zone raised a massive amount of funds of nearly 1.5 billion silver coins!

Baiyue Company didn't even get so much money when it entered Jinqilun Port.

With this huge sum of money, the Autonomous Committee has more confidence and confidence in reform. President Antoine even patted his chest and Fang Chang said that he will definitely build the Laqqa Industrial Zone into a pearl in the desert. Jinqilun Port on the west coast of Zhongzhou Continent!

This tone is not too small.

This guy has jumped out of the great desert and started to compete with Yate City and Triumph City.

However, Fang Chang didn't think he was bragging, and even thought he was being conservative.

The first-hand bomb was the focus of post-war reconstruction and space elevators, and he couldn't think of any reason not to take off.

In this big wave of "capacity transformation", everyone is working hard to prepare for a big fight.

Whether it's the factory director and manager from Weiland who have changed the owner, or the new owners who came from the league.

For example, Rasov from Kinlun Port is one of them.

In his early years, he made his first pot of gold by following Asin's demolition work. Later, like most of the passionate Rat Tribe people, he took the money and entered the real industry, setting up a factory to produce natural gas with the idea of ​​​​industrial salvation. cans and gas cans.

Although this industry may seem inconspicuous, the profits are quite lucrative and the demand is strong.

Although the degree of electrification in the Alliance is high, the provinces of Borneo and Baiyue are completely different. Even in the Port of Kamalun and the Port of Chips, there are many restaurants that rely on natural gas bottles to light fires.

Not to mention those warlords who separatized the land. Many warlords even bought the gas tanks they produced as arms reserves. When the gas tanks burned out in the fire room, they were directly stuffed with explosives and dragged to the front line to be used as firecrackers.

In other words, his customers are not only small traders who open restaurants, but also military officers who lead troops to fight.

Due to the strong demand for his products, he has always had the idea of ​​opening a new factory. He has even selected a land near Jiaotou Bay next to Jinlian Port, but he just has to pay for it.

However, at this moment, the news of the alliance's liberation of the Raqqa Industrial Zone and the open bidding of the Autonomous Committee spread throughout the streets through the "Daily Survivor".

Seeing this cake falling from the sky, Rasov's heart suddenly became hot, and he immediately fell in love with the auction bid, a steel factory that supplies steel for the Conqueror 10 tank!

Although the alliance looked down upon this steel plant and even labeled it as "backward production capacity", he didn't think it was backward. He even looked at it as if he was seeing a god.

This stuff is supplied to tank factories!

With this thing, the output of his gas tank factory will not increase? !

This kind of surprise is no less than the alliance's "legendary steel tycoon" Boss Sun, who used 2 million silver coins to buy the "Infinitely Powerful" steel factory from Boulder City entrepreneur Fred.

What Rasoff was interested in was not only the profit this steel plant could bring him, but also the technology this plant possessed was something that was not available in Borneo!

It would be a beautiful thing if he could bring the legion's armor steel production technology back to his hometown!

Although Absak is not a good person, Borneo is not Absak's country after all. He still hopes to make his hometown better.

With this idea in mind, he did not hesitate to spend nearly 10 million silver coins, snatched the mark from his competitors, and after taking ownership of the factory, he immediately killed people far away from the front line. Not 100 kilometers away along the Laka River, I met the factory director who had just been released from the Alliance prisoner of war camp.

The director of the factory was a Wilante man named Glen King. He held the rank of captain in the logistics department of the General Affairs Department of the Southern Army. He used to work under District Chief Antoine.

Perhaps because he was convinced by the alliance, this guy didn't put on any airs of being a Valeant person in front of him. After the meeting, he started to discuss the matter of resuming production.

Hearing that the "Glenkin Factory" had resumed production, a group of local young men also gathered at the recruitment point in front of the factory in cooperation.

Looking at the long line of young and strong young men, Rasov had a bright smile on his face.

He seems to have seen the boiling molten steel jumping in the boiler, being poured into steel ingots, and then pressed into regular steel plates at high temperatures, and finally sent to the cutting and stamping workshops through assembly lines, becoming a customer. We need shape!

Just like what he saw in the newspaper, this place will be the largest industrial base in the entire Western Sea!

Maybe he should consider buying a few houses around here...

His first pot of gold was earned from his house, and of course he wouldn't mind earning a few more pots if conditions permit.

However, just when Rasov was dreaming of getting rich, a quarrel in front of the recruitment center interrupted his dream.

I saw a young man with slightly darker skin stretched out his hand towards the staff at the recruitment registration point and said confidently.

"I've registered, when do you plan to pay my wages?"

He had never seen such a strange request before, and Rasov was completely dumbfounded.

The employee who came from Jinqilun Port was obviously stunned.

He is not a person who likes to think about his boss, and he only works for Rasov for the sake of money, but this guy is asking for money as soon as he takes the job, which is too much.

Even the crazy people in the Workers' Association have never been so radical.

After holding it in for a long time, he choked out a sentence.

"...You have just started your job and haven't even started working yet. How much salary should we give you?"

Upon hearing these words, the native boy suddenly exploded and said angrily.

"What are you talking about? If you don't give me money, how will we eat? We have to eat! Do you want us to work for you hungry? Are you still human!"

After hearing this, the aboriginal people queuing behind also became angry, making noises and shouting.

The Boluo officer sitting on the registration list at the recruitment point couldn't resist for a moment and looked at the boss for help.

He has seen guys who change concepts and mess around, but this is the first time he has met an opponent in the field he is best at.

Seeing the commotion at the scene, Rasov quickly stepped forward to smooth things over and shouted at the registrants.

"Everyone, we know that you are in difficulty, and we understand you very well! In fact, we are just like you. We Borneo people were also enslaved by the [Vilantes]... Well, for the sake of us all surviving, We will solve your problem! We will set up a staff canteen in the factory, and all employees can eat for free!”

The Boluo man was shocked when he heard this.

When did this guy become so generous? !

At least his boss doesn't have such a thing as an employee canteen at the Jingallang Port Factory.

However, he didn't know that this was Rasov's choice after weighing the pros and cons.

The local employment rate is much lower than that of Golden Gallon Port, and food is also cheap. Even if you feed all the employees, it won't cost much.

However, the young man didn't buy it and kept shouting aggressively.

"Members' cafeteria? There are elderly people in our family, and I have three younger brothers and two younger sisters. Can they also eat in the cafeteria?"

Looking at the confident young man, Rasov's brows twitched, but in the end he gritted his teeth in order to win people's hearts.

"Hey! Let them come, and I'll treat them to a meal for a month! But it's only for one month! When you get the salary, this benefit will end, and only you can get it!"

Suddenly the young man didn't seem to think that he would agree, he just looked at him blankly, and then left without saying a word.

Rasov breathed a sigh of relief and was proud of his intelligence, but he didn't expect that after a while, the young man actually brought dozens of people over.

The oldest among these dozens of people was an old man in his fifties or ten years old. His legs and feet were no longer loose and he was leaning on a cane. The youngest one is still in her mother's swaddling clothes, babbling and has not even learned how to speak.

I'm afraid this guy not only called his seventh aunt and eighth aunt, but also his neighbor's seventh aunt and eighth aunt.

Before Rasov could open his mouth, the young man took the initiative to introduce him. Anyway, after a long chat, everyone who was brought here became relatives.

And this young man was not the only one to do this. Several other natives who had registered to join the company also made appointments and called friends and called a large group of people.

The crowd gathered in front of the factory more than doubled, and there were more people coming to work for a job than laborers applying for jobs.

Seeing this formation, Rasov almost lost his knees and knelt down in front of these guys.

He was really happy when he paid for this factory. He took the photo without blinking 10 million silver coins.

However, it was silver money after all, and he borrowed the money with the Jingallang Hong Kong Factory as a guarantee!

If the hand-made factory he just bought was hit on his hand, his pants would have to be paid to the banker!

Seeing Rasoff looking like he was about to cry and standing aside smoking a cigarette, Factory Manager Glenkin looked unconcerned.

After finally finishing his cigarette, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it, and walked next to [Rasov] and said.

"The indigenous people here are like this. They have to be paid first before they can work. Otherwise, they will grind on the machines or break the machines. It will be useless even if you whip them... They call for those relatives. It’s not really about making money, you give them your money and then treat what you said before as fart.”

Rasov stared at him blankly, holding back something for a long time.

"Is this the case when you were in charge of this place?"

Director Glen King had an intriguing smile on his face.

"Do you know why we are going to Borneo? When our people saw that Sifan Port would rather die of exhaustion on the dock than cause us any trouble, the entire Yat City officers went crazy. . We are drooling with envy and jealousy, and we only regret that we didn’t discover this gold mine right under our noses earlier.”

Although they had bought slaves from Wu Tuo in the past, and they bought them at Jingallang Port, the transportation loss was too high, and they didn't think that the skinny slaves could be of any use in the factory. .

In fact, it is true that most of the Borneo people in the Lakako Industrial Area were expelled from the local people... After all, they were originally from the same source.

It wasn't until the official of Triumph City went to Saifan Port to open a factory that the men of the Southern Army suddenly realized that this was the correct use of the Borneo people.

The Saifan Harbor tragedy is inevitable.

The main reason to blame is that the official group itself is too weak to hold on to such a huge fortune...

The boss was stunned for a long time, feeling hateful, angry and helpless, and then he sighed and said.

"Come on, I admit defeat... I'll give them my money."

Factory Director Glen King nodded, slightly mockingly, and said with a smile.

"Choose wisely."

Just as the director of the Weiland factory said, after receiving the money, these indigenous young men dismissed the relatives who called over.

Both sides took a step back.

Rasov took back the promise of using the canteen for the staff, but promised that he could get money first and then work.

Although the native boys cursed him as a miser, they did not take any further action.

Gradually, Rasov felt that he had mastered the trick of talking to the locals.

However, something happened immediately that confused him. The group of young men who took the money immediately dispersed, and one or two of them ran away and disappeared.

Watching the people move away from the building, Rasov turned red with anger and clenched his fists tightly.

"It's too much!"

As he started to smoke his second cigarette, Director Glen King smiled lightly and said comfortingly.

"That's right."

Seeing this unsurprising Weirant man, Rasoff couldn't help but complain.

"Are you here for charity? Are you just spoiling them like this?"

"Indulgent?" Glenkin narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled intriguingly, "If you had seen how we treated them, you wouldn't say such things... But this is the fact, even if we hang them On the pillars, whip their butts with a whip soaked in salt water, catch the laziest ones and kill them as a warning to the monkeys, and they will do whatever they want the next day."

Rasoff couldn't understand. Looking at him, he couldn't understand how the Wilantes could be defeated by this group of people, nor why the locals were so lazy.

Seeing the confusion in his eyes, Glenkin said calmly.

"They don't call this laziness, they call it animality. You will understand after talking to them for a long time."

After a pause, he said again.

"You don't have to be too depressed. When they spend all the money, they will naturally come back to work... Don't worry, it won't take long. They have never been in the habit of saving money. And they already owe you money, so there is no reason to ask for it again. You paid in advance."

"At that time, debt is your rope. You can use debt to pinch them, whether it is to whip their butts, find someone with prestige in their village to go to their house to collect the debt, or sleep with their girl in front of them. ...As long as you can accept that most of them don't have the habit of brushing their teeth. Of course, I recommend hiring some locals or mutants to do this job, or simply sell this right to their neighbors."

Rasov looked at him with black lines on his head.

"I'm here to make money, not to pimp."

Glen King smiled.

"Aren't I teaching you how to make money? If you don't learn to do as the Romans do, they will unite to deal with you. Besides, besides the last one, I also provide other options."

He felt that he was quite kind and passed on all the "core secrets" of the Southern Army to this Borneo man.

Their ability to conquer such a large territory and make this barren land play some role was not just a matter of wielding sticks and whips.

Debt is the core of their exploitation, and everything else is just a means.

The local people will put the debt rope around their own necks and automatically transform themselves from wild animals into domestic animals. This is the only place where they are better than the Borneo people.

Although the Borneo people are very careless, they like to save money too much. They tighten their belts to save a few pennies. They don't get into this rope at all, so that neither the Southern Army nor the official group dares to do so. Give them too many dinars.

In fact, nothing can be exploited from that little money. No captain of ten thousand would be short of those two gold coins. The main purpose is to keep them in poverty.

The Southern Army ruled Xifan Port for too short a period of time, and the smart heads of Yat City have not yet thought of a way to put the debt rope on the Borneo people. They can only continue the strategy of the official group and use poverty to make them Be obedient.

Facts have proved that their method is effective. As long as they are given twenty years of time, Lion State will definitely be able to develop an industrial center that is larger than the Lakako Industrial Zone.

But now, this kind of thing can only happen in imagination...

Looking at the boss who was still troubled, Glenn King continued.

"Also, if I were you, I could buy some scissors, lighters and nail clippers."

Rasov was stunned for a moment.

"Why did you buy those things?"

Glen King smiled and pointed out the puzzle to him.

"Local people like to buy some useless but cheap gadgets. Didn't I say that? They naturally come back to work after spending their money. Do you want them to come back soon?"

It's a pity that the light industry of the Southern Army is not very developed, and the gadgets they use to coax these guys cost a lot of dinars.

However, Glen King heard that the alliance's supply chain seemed to have no shortage of this item. One silver coin could wholesale a lot of nail clippers.

In fact, in his opinion, this is one of the reasons why silver coins can be used as hard currency in the wasteland.

The alliance has not only established a stable supply chain in the wasteland, but also provided a wealth of unimaginable light industrial products to most of the chaotic areas in the wasteland.

Like the "scarcity" of Cr, the person who issued the silver coin knows very well where his advantages are and how to expand his advantages.

As for the dinar, although it has its own advantages, its strong purchasing power can only be reflected when buying slaves and tanks, and most people do not need these things in their daily lives.

Perhaps getting rid of the dinar system and developing a sovereign currency can help the city of Atyat sustain itself for a longer time. Precious metal currency is simply too heavy, and the city of Triumph has too much historical baggage to master it...

This is Glenn King's reflection on the reasons for the failure of the Southern Army from a technical perspective from the perspective of an industrial owner.

Rasov was silent for a while, put his index finger on his eyebrows, and said a little tiredly.

"I know the owner of an automobile factory in Golden Gallen Port. I can bring over a batch of automobiles..."

If you want to sell nail clippers, you have to sell [Monkey and Horse Moon].

Glenkin's eyes lit up, he looked at the boss and gave a thumbs up in appreciation.

"This is a good idea! It will also save them some time on their way to work."

Rasov looked at him blankly.

"Wait...you mean, they used to be late?"

Glenkin chuckled.

"Late? Often? Let me think about which question to start with."