This Game Is Too Realistic

Due to the huge sales of Ba Da Gang, the Rasov factory finally resumed production.

Although the promised cafeteria is gone, every young man on the banks of the Ravenka River thinks that he is a good person and praises Mr. Rasov for his generosity regardless of past grudges.

After all, this generous wealthy man in Jinlun Port offered a 20% discount on the autorickshaws sold to these employees, and also allowed them to park their treasures in a spare warehouse and lock them to prevent car thieves from other tribes. Let's go, fill up the engine oil and return it to them when we get off work.

They didn't know whether the engine oil was on or not. There was always a car repairman sitting at the door of the warehouse watching.

Of course, if these young men knew that the wholesale price of a self-owned car with an original price of 200 silver coins was only 30 silver coins, I am afraid that the next time they are blocked, the person in the factory will not be a Wilante, but a Borneo.

But they'll never know.

After all, Rasov and others in the Federation of Industry and Commerce have already discussed and established guide prices for several specific categories of goods.

If everyone has money, let’s make it together. If the Borneo people don’t deceive the Borneo people, no one will start a price war.

Selling your own car is just a sideshow.

Rasov was not interested in making quick money, so he gave up his automaker to earn bonuses and put all his energy into his own business.

The first order came quickly. Party A was a merchant from Yongye Port named Meta.

This person spent a lot of money and placed an order of 5 million yuan at a price that was 10% higher than the market price.

At the dinner table, Rasov thought about this man. He always felt that he did not look like a businessman, but like a warlord and broker.

As expected, after three glasses of vodka, the guy named Meta inadvertently revealed the identity of his family members.

Rasov paid some compliments, expressed his admiration for his family members, and said a few nice words about free money, but he didn't take it too seriously.

Among his clients are General Jieha of Huzhou and the leader of the Black Panther Army. Compared with an Absaik "little brother" who raises a horse boy, he doesn't really regard him as a hero. treat.

As a businessman, when you travel among various forces, etiquette is in place and the business is done well.

He really doesn't care who is the commander-in-chief. After all, they are all equally stupid. If they really want to save the Borneo people, they have to look to industrialists like them.

Anyway, this is his opinion.

While Rasov was observing the blue family member, Meta, who was sitting at the dinner table, was also observing him.

Compared with the rich psychological activities of the former, the evaluation of the latter is more harsh and penetrating.

This man is a pure man.

In other words, a simple person.

Knowing that he had found the right person, Meta put down the wine glass in his hand with a friendly smile on his face, as if he was facing his own family.

"Our Family Association and the Federation are one family. Now that the front lines are winning one after another, the war is about to end. Industrialists like you are what we need most, and what our families need most. We would like to invite you to set up a factory in Shezhou , I wonder what you think?”

Casual compliments go a lot further than flattery, and they don't appear out of place.

After all, Rasov really did this, but he didn't let his vanity get to his head.

Go to Shezhou to set up a factory...

That means we have too much money and no place to spend it.

In contrast, he would rather donate money and materials. This is also a way to do good to you and me and everyone.

"It's not easy to set up a factory. It requires local infrastructure and industrial supporting facilities. It doesn't mean that the factory can be opened just by moving the machinery there."

Seeing that Meta wanted to persuade him again, he said with a smile.

"But don't worry, even though my factory is overseas and Borneo Province needs me, I will definitely not be stingy with my help!"

He spoke very smoothly, and he could move from left to right. The man sitting opposite him was embarrassed, but he stopped talking about setting up a factory.

However, he didn't know that he had been trapped unknowingly.

What are the conditions of Snake State? How could Meta not know?

He didn't even think about asking the big boss to come over, he just hit two sticks on the jujube tree casually.

What he really wants to do is to retreat and let this enthusiastic industrialist do another thing for him.

"We also understand your difficulties. It was me who was abrupt about setting up the factory. Just pretend that I didn't say anything."

Meta toasted him with a glass of wine, then drank it all.

After rejecting the warm invitation, Rasov felt a little regretful and spoke in a gentle tone.

"It's not that I don't want to build my hometown, it's just that no matter how good a cook is, I can't make paste with stones. I can't do anything on my own. But it's not completely impossible. For example, I think Shizhou's industrial foundation is actually pretty good, etc. When the situation is suitable, I will definitely go there and inspect it.”

Mehta said with a smile.

"No problem! We will give you a warm welcome when the time comes!"

Rasov smiled but said nothing. Apparently he didn't think his family would be qualified, but he didn't say this on his face.

Meta paused and then continued.

"Let's not talk about the factory situation... By the way, I heard that there is a Southern Legion armor production line in the Ravenka Industrial Zone. Can you think of a way to help us get the blueprint for Conqueror No. 10?"

Rasov was stunned and hesitated for a moment.

"Then... I'm afraid it's quite difficult."

He had thought about this matter, but it was just a fantasy in his mind.

Although this is not a core secret, the Autonomous Committee of the Lavinka Industrial Zone did not say that prostitution is free.

His current business is doing well, but he doesn't want to take such a big risk.

Whether it is legal risk or integrity risk.

Meta did not retreat this time, looking at him sincerely and said.

"Please, this is very important to us! We know that you are an industrialist who loves his hometown. We just hope that you can help us accomplish this. We will never treat you badly. If you have any difficulties, just talk to us. Come on, we’ll take care of it for you!”

Everything was said and done, and besides, I had rejected them once before.

Rasov hesitated for a moment, sighed and said.

"Let me think about it... the drawings may be a bit difficult. The Autonomous Committee of the Federation of Industry and Commerce has a certain amount of resources. Our industry has just started, and the resources are not very sufficient after all."

"Please allow me to wait for a while regarding the drawings, but there is a batch of tanks on the production line that are almost finished. If you are interested, you can buy them. I have understood this, and it is subject to review by the Autonomous Committee and the Development Foundation. It is determined that the sale of assets is allowed.”

Meta's eyes lit up and he said with great joy.

"Can you help me introduce someone to take care of this person?"

Rasoff said with a smile.

"No problem, it's not a big deal. I can just sort it out for you."

Meta picked up the wine glass, drank heavily again, then looked at him solemnly and said.

"We will definitely remember your kindness today... By the way, please pay attention to the drawings. Whether it is entertaining guests or other expenses, we will pay how much it will cost."

Rasoff said quickly.

"That's too polite of you. Please let me do my part for the cause of the Borneo people!"

Meta said shaking his head.

"This is a matter of principle. Mr. Zeid said that we are here to benefit our families and we must not let them spend any more money."

Looking at this ambitious man, Rasoff couldn't help but sigh.

It’s really annoying to compare people with others, so you have to throw away the goods when you compare them.

If only the leading students in respecting Datong University could have this kind of tolerance, Tiandu University Federation might not be laughed at by so many people as "a wifeless wife pie"...

…

On the other hand, after getting the permission from the representatives of the alliance, Hope immediately started drastic reforms. While urging the Autonomous Committee to come up with a planning plan, he also invested 700 million to establish the Lavinka Industrial Zone Development Bank to cooperate with the Autonomous Committee's bidding. .

In some situations, people who manage money are indeed more motivated than those who manage power.

Antoine is an alliance representative who won't do anything unless he nods his head. Hope is not only quick-thinking but also has executive ability. He finished a week's work in just three days. At the first meeting He came up with a development blueprint that no one could refute.

In his blueprint, high-rise buildings will be built along the Ravenka River, and will extend along the highway from the industrial area to the vast desert, attracting all visitors to the wasteland who envy their prosperity with their visible achievements. In the queue.

The railway network on the 2.7 million square kilometers of land will also become the basis for them to realize their ambitions, and the continuous resources will support their efforts to end the wasteland discipline and continue.

Although it was an economic work conference, Hope suddenly had an idea and thought up the action plan, and also integrated it with the alliance's initiative.

Fang Chang didn't care what pie this guy drew, only what he did.

At least for now, his ability is still worthy of recognition.

Although if you want to complete the entire blueprint, only 700 million silver coins are far from enough. Funds will have a snowball effect.

As long as the money is not wasted, but is bought or turned into something, it can be used as collateral to continue the loan from the Alliance Bank.

This is a very basic operation.

After all, the bank in the alliance has to pay interest to depositors, pay interest to financial products, and repay the interest to the bank. The money in hand has to find a place to go.

If there are good investment targets in the Lakawen Industrial Zone, they will certainly not mind borrowing the money and letting the snowball roll in their hands.

Hope had everything planned out, except for one incident where his deputy raised objections.

"This is a grand plan, and it will also bring about a huge gap between the rich and the poor... You and I both know the character of the local people. They may start running your plan until they come to their senses." I may have been dumped by the Weiland people several times, but what if the Workers’ Association comes at this time?”

His name is Nash. Like President Hope, he is a Valantian, and he also praises Hope for proposing the "Eternal Night Harbor Model".

However, praise must be given, and he must also consider the problems that may arise from this model.

Regarding Nash's objection, Hope had already thought of a countermeasure and said with confidence.

"As long as we don't let the locals get too poor, they won't be able to do anything about it when they come here. Jinqilun Port is the best example."

Nash smiled bitterly upon hearing this.

"Don't let the locals get too poor... Unless we confiscate their bank cards, it will be useless even if you give them free money, they will spend it all on the first day."

"We really have to pay them, we can't let them have cash. Use your brain, Mr. Nash, we are already working for the alliance, we can't be as rigid as before."

Hope tapped his head with his index finger, and then pointed to the endless oasis outside the window.

This is the only oasis within a hundred miles. A meandering river turns sharply from the northwest and goes straight to the south. It follows a ravine across the plain and flows into the sea.

"There will be high-rise buildings there. We will make a lot of money and live in the highest and biggest houses. Then we will give the second-tier houses to the indigenous people and let them become our moat. We will be prosperous and suffer losses."

"You mean... to compensate them with fixed assets instead of cash?" Nash frowned and asked in confusion, "But what if they sell the house directly?"

"Believe me, no one will sell assets that continue to rise, and in this process, rich and poor can coexist," Hope smiled and patted his shoulder, "As long as the desert survives As investors continue to pour into our settlements, we can continue this positive cycle and let more and more animals live in our farms. As for the implementation details, we can set some restrictions on the transaction threshold. This can all be adjusted.”

"No matter what, our first priority is one thing - let the animals run!"

Nash looked at Hope blankly, unable to imagine that this little former accountant could think of so many things, and the Southern Army had not discovered his talent at all before.

Is this the power of 1.5 billion silver coins?

Compared with taking aphrodisiacs like Hope, who can't even raise his hands (Antoine, the former district mayor is like a castrated rooster), maybe it won't be long before all autonomous committees have to turn into "ambitions" Mr. Hope" puppet.

Maybe this is not the Jinlun Port model at all, nor the Yongye Port model, but the early Free State model.

But no matter which model it is, the entire Autonomous Committee has a consensus on one thing.

If you don't want the "wild animals" here to become prey for outsiders, then you must let them run.

"...You don't have to think so far into love now, that's what I worry about."

Hope patted Nash on the shoulder and thrust a piece of paper into his hand.

"There are a hundred Conqueror tanks here. If it weren't for the Alliance aircraft, they would be on the front line in just a few seconds... According to the opinion of the Alliance engineer, it is better to sell them as tanks if they are broken into iron. The price is over 30 million silver coins. It’s all reasonable.”

"The war in Borneo is not over yet, and General Gurion is still dying. The alliance has only one request, which is not to sell to the Southern Army. That means we can sell to any customer except the Southern Army. While the war is still going on I'm not done finding a buyer for them, let me see your book."

Will anyone want the defeated 䭾㱕 tank?

Nash thought so, but still nodded seriously.

"I will try my best to sell it."

…

Capacity transformation and handling of backlog of inventory are the two most urgent tasks in Laqqa Industrial Zone.

As for how to divide the 2.7 million square miles of land, and whether the Laka Industrial Zone and Yongye Port should be merged, these can be studied slowly after the war is over.

Nash went to the warehouse with the list given by Hope. Looking at the rags that no one wanted, he couldn't help but worry. Wherever he could find them, he might pay 30 million silver coins to buy these things.

He had met representatives from the Borneo Kingdom and the Mammoth Kingdom, but it was different from what Hope had imagined. Those two guys were not fools, and they had made an appointment and said they would not continue the arms purchase. Interested in backward production lines.

The Laka Industrial Zone was indeed interested in transferring those backward production capacities, but after all, this was not Nash's own business, so he had no choice but to introduce these representatives to the people in charge.

But just when he was worried, the Borneo from the Federation of Industry and Commerce came to his door and introduced him to a mysterious buyer.

Not only did this man take all the equipment according to the order, he also made a condition that made his jaw drop——

They are willing to buy all these tanks at a price 10% higher than the market price.

As long as the Raqqa Autonomous Council can attach the relevant technology for the conquest of the No. 10 tank.

Nash agreed without even thinking about it.

Just kidding.

The entire legion has gone to hell, and he has no obligation to take the secret to the grave for his predecessors.

Not to mention that these people are the enemies of General Gulion!

Without any hesitation, he stamped the item and rushed to the factory in person to receive the generous buyer.

Just when Nash was happily introducing the Southern Legion's "Doomsday Soldiers" to Meta with a smile, the Weillant artificial engineers from the nearby factory were also curiously watching the excitement.

"Who is that guy? It looks like a big deal."

All the business owners from the Federation of Industry and Commerce came to support him. Looking at Nash's attitude, Jian Jian wished he could roll out a red carpet at the entrance of the factory to greet him.

The engineer under Rasov smoked a cigarette and said with narrowed eyes.

"That person, Meta, I heard it was a family member."

The engineer at the tank assembly plant on the side looked at him in confusion.

"Parents committee? What the hell."

Engineer Rasov explained.

"It's the family association, the younger brother of Absak, the branch of the Federation. It's quite troublesome to explain... You can probably understand it this way."

The engineer at the aluminum factory asked with a frown.

"What is he here for?"

Engineer Rasov explained.

"They want to package and buy back the Conqueror No. 10, which has already been produced, to use against Gulion."

He didn't care who he bought those tanks to deal with. Anyway, he no longer made armor steel, but instead produced gas tanks.

As for why he knew that so many family members were in love, the main reason was that Mehta always went to their factory, and every time he got close to their boss, he would start a relationship with them. What he said implicitly meant that his family members would be in love. OK, I want to coax them to Shezhou.

But he is not stupid, how can he be led by the nose by a Borneo man with just a few words?

As a Weiland man, he knew very well what his compatriots had done in Borneo.

He had reason to believe that there had been an incident in the Raqqa Industrial Zone, and it was very likely that it would occur again in Saifan Port. At that time, no Alliance personnel could save them.

Not only did he think so, his boss also threatened them in private, implying that there were hungry wolves all over Borneo that wanted to eat their flesh.

He could see that his boss wanted to get closer to Meta, but that didn't mean that his boss was so generous that he planned to empty his wallet.

This steel factory is his boss's wallet, and it is visibly turning into a cash cow.

After hearing his explanation, a group of engineers all laughed out loud.

"This guy is crazy."

"Do you still need this to deal with Guion?"

"By the time these tanks are delivered to them, I'm afraid the war will be over before they learn how to drive them."

Engineer Rasov also said with a smile.

"You don't care what they think. Anyway, they offered a high enough price, 1.1 million for one, which is 100,000 higher than the market price, and they agreed to pay in silver coins. Anyway, if we keep it, we will change it into a tractor, so why not just sell it to They, the money I sold to them was enough to buy three tractors.”

In fact, there are more than three cars.

The alliance has cheap tractors, which cost less than 50,000 silver coins. They are the early wood-burning tractors, and they are also the best-selling model in the wasteland.

A Conquest No. 10 can be sold for 1.1 million silver coins...

One hundred vehicles... wouldn't that cost hundreds of millions of silver coins? !

How can a small local power get so much money? !

After everyone calculated the account, they were all shocked.

The engineer at the aluminum factory swallowed his saliva and said with a look of disbelief.

"Where do they get so much money?!"

Rasov just shook his head, looking unconcerned.

"Who knows, who cares about him, maybe he is saving money from doing business, maybe it is donated by other Borneo people. Anyway, they are determined to win these conquest No. 10, maybe there are other transactions behind it."

Seeing the straight-backed Boluo man standing in front of Vice President Nash and gesticulating, all the Willand artificial masters shook their heads, sighed, sighed, and sighed.

The way has really changed.

The engineer at the aluminum factory was so envious that his eyes turned red, and he suddenly had the motivation to make money.

"Mom, you are so rich..."

While everyone was talking about it, Vice President Mehta and Nash of the Blue Family had already completed the handover of money and delivery.

The two parties have moved from the factory to the dinner table, and the front and back are showing off their good drinking capacity.

Those who were invited to the banquet were not only officials from the Laka Industrial Zone Development Foundation who participated in the arms sales contract, but also foreign workers and engineers who could not usually attend the banquet.

Most of these workers with core skills are not local aborigines. They are the survivors of the Batoya Province who came to the banks of the Raka River with the Wilant people.

But in Meta's words, we were all citizens of the People's League two hundred years ago and we were all one family.

There's really nothing wrong with that.

Although the Weilant people have never seen the Era of Prosperity, their bloodline is also the result of the technology of the People's Alliance Era, which is also what they are most proud of.

Unlike the proud Weiland people, the foreign workers were moved to tears.

Having been oppressed by the Weiland people for a long time, have they ever felt so valued?

Not to mention that they can't feel it, not even the ordinary Weirant people in the Southern Legion can feel it.

It is precisely for this reason that after several glasses of vodka, they one by one clapped their chests and promised that their families would send technicians who would teach them everything they had to conquer the production and maintenance of No. 10 without any reservations. teach them.

Anyway, this thing is of no use to them. It is better to let the Borneos use it to defeat General Gulion, which can be regarded as atonement for their past invasions.

In fact, the carrier of a great technology is never just a few thin drawings, but the people who have mastered those core technologies.

These things cannot be taught in a few words or a hard drive, unless one group of people teaches another group of people from the heart and without reservation.

Looking at the generous workers, Mehta was moved to tears at the wine table and downed the vodka in one gulp.

Regardless of whether he admits this account in the future or not, he finally got what he wanted, and the Laka Autonomous Committee also got the money they needed most.

The deal was reached, and the two parties had a good conversation. Meta even came up with the idea of ​​a shallow-water heavy gunboat.

However, you have to eat curry one bite at a time. If you eat too much at one time, it will burn your mouth and may easily arouse some people's alarm...

At this moment, the production capacity transformation and large-scale infrastructure construction wave in the Raqqa Industrial Zone is in full swing, and the war on the frontline is also continuing.

After a month of fierce fighting, the 100th and 101st Divisions of the Enterprise finally severely defeated the troops sent to the front line by the Southern Army, and after a three-day siege, they completely annihilated the 1.77 millionth unit of the Southern Army.

This unit must have been newly formed. The average age from officers to grassroots soldiers is only eighteen years old, and there are even children who are eleven or twelve years old.

The Weirants are warriors of heaven. A twelve-year-old child can already carry a rifle, and his combat effectiveness is no less than that of a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old wastelander.

Looking at the group of gray-faced young men squatting in the corner with their heads in their hands, Tang Feng couldn't help but feel mixed emotions.

Now he is the battalion commander, and he is no longer the rookie who loves to show off.

Seeing these young guys, he couldn't help but think of himself on Shifeng Mountain.

The deputy battalion commander walked up to him and squinted at the group of prisoners of war squatting against the wall.

"They, Julius, turned them into men, and they turned themselves back into men."

Tang Feng shook his head and said.

"I don't think it's their fault, it's the guys who brainwash the children."

Without arguing with him about this issue, the deputy battalion commander got down to the topic and asked.

"What to do with them?"

Tang Feng thought for a while and said.

"Let's send it to the Tala Ka Industrial Zone by train. Our allies seem to be doing well there."

This is also the recommendation of the headquarters.

This 2.7 million square mile colony is vast and sparsely populated. Setting up a prisoner-of-war camp on the spot is tantamount to letting them destroy themselves.

The deputy battalion commander said with a smile.

"Indeed, it's better to leave it to the Alliance people to deal with the problem. This is what they are best at."

So far, half of the Southern Army's 2.7 million square miles of colonies have been liberated by them. The coalition forces have pushed to the equator and are about to enter the northern hemisphere.

This is a long and narrow territory distributed along the coastline. It is supported by the South China Sea Alliance fleet and there are roaring fighter jets in the sky. They are almost invincible.

But seeing those young and tender faces, Tang Feng didn't have any emotion related to joy in his heart.

He just wants to reach the Southern Legion homeland as soon as possible and end this crazy war...

Time flies by day by day, and soon it is the end of December.

At the turn of Wasteland Era 214 and 215, a meeting to determine the future fate of the Wasteland kicked off in the Great Rift Valley.

Participating in the meeting were not only the chief technology officer of the academy, the representatives appointed by the Council, the management of the alliance, but also the Archon of Triumph City, and the heads of the major surviving forces.

The Great Rift Valley Conference promises to ensure the safety of all parties participating in the meeting and provide pick-up and drop-off services for some surviving power leaders or foreign ministers who are inconvenient to travel to the Great Rift Valley on their own.

This meeting was actually supposed to be held three months ago, but it was delayed for too long due to various reasons.

Now there is finally no further postponement...