This Game is Too Real

   Queen of the Night Bar.

   Recently, the opening hours here are getting earlier and earlier, especially for those VIP customers who spend a lot of money, it is open around the clock.

   To the guests' slight disappointment, the devil silk art seems to have disappeared from the bar recently, replaced by nylon imitations.

   While this has become more convenient in a sense, people still feel that something is missing.

   After all, people are not animals. Apart from that, there are still some spiritual pursuits. And the works of art woven from indestructible devil silk can just make the original vulgar dance become less vulgar.

   What could be more arousing than refusal?

  People complain that the thing is too strong, but they are more willing to pay for it.

  However, Robo, the owner of the Queen of Night Bar, was very firm about "banning the devil's silk art".

   Even if he is the first to taste the sweetness.

   It doesn't matter if the sub-issue of "Survivor Daily" ridicules his girl. Anyway, neither he nor they care about face, but only about bargaining chips, but that guy dared to ridicule the noble grandfather in the inner city along the way, he just doesn't want to live!

   He doesn't want to be splashed with blood...

   At this moment, in the box that can best show your identity.

   A few young men with oily heads and powdered noodles were leaning on the soft sofa, embracing a group of beauties with disheveled clothes.

  You can tell they're worth a lot from the belts they casually throw aside - it's the skin of the Deathclaw.

   And it's a dead claw with age.

   Indulged in the gentle village surrounded by front, back, left and right, Ji Xiu narrowed his eyes comfortably, and after a dull trembling, he smacked his lips and smiled.

   "Still happy in Boulder."

   Over there, he has to solve it by himself every time, but here he doesn't need to move, and the other party understands everything with one look.

   And extremely docile, considerate...

   The young man sitting across from him asked curiously.

   "Isn't there a lot of androids in the ideal city?"

   His name was Kumit, the son of Sid.

   As for Sid, he is a famous noble in the inner city. Whether it is Vijay Commercial Bank or Boulder City Bank, he has shares. For someone like him, the chips are just a number.

It stands to reason that his father's status is higher than that of Jixiu's father, and Jixiu should be his sidekick, but Kumit admires this guy very much, and is willing to surrender his status to let him sit in the position of "big brother" superior.

  Because this guy always has countless bad ideas, every time they get bored, he can bring their gang to a new job.

   It was only five years ago that they went a little too far.

  The girl was about the same age as his sister, and it was his fault that he came up with that idea. And after the incident was revealed, the blind old man refused to accept their chips. He snarled them with snot and tears and asked them to be responsible... But how could he be responsible?

   Did they draw lots to choose someone to marry the girl home? Then their father will not only make his nose crooked, but also beat them to death!

  No way, they can only make that family disappear.

  It's a pity that this matter was not handled properly. The fire accidentally set the surrounding houses on fire, which made the city defense chief furious. It was precisely because of that incident that Jixiu was stuffed by his father to an outside trader and took him to a distant ideal city to avoid the limelight. They were also criticized by their families and sentenced to several days of confinement to reflect.

  Kumite thought he would never see this good brother again, but the company suddenly opened a flight to Qingquan City.

   And his good brother did not disappoint him, and he came back to reunite with them immediately.

  Gishio pouted in disdain.

   "How can androids understand people better than people... And can you guys make progress a little bit, and you still think about that little thing every day for so long, vulgar!"

   Kumit said with a hippie smile.

   "Don't we have no other entertainment here, you are elegant, tell me what interesting ways to play on the east coast."

   The others also roared.

"that is!"

   "You **** talk about it."

   All the fox friends are looking forward to this good buddy who has returned from afar, hoping that he can talk more about the East Coast.

  Although most of their parents are also high-class people in the inner city, not all of them have the opportunity to send their children to the ideal city.

  Three thousand kilometers is too far.

   And the power in their hands is worthless the farther away they are from Boulder City.

   Unless they are the most trusted and powerful traders, no one dares to entrust their own flesh and blood to them.

  In the wasteland outside the giant wall, it only takes a small accident to send people away, especially in places where the chips are not circulating, human life is thinner than paper.

   And to be honest, even if they have the opportunity to go to the ideal city, they don’t really want to stay there for a few years.

   But that doesn't stop them from hearing stories from people who have been there.

   And the personal experience of the good buddies is more reliable than those of the businessmen who don’t know if they have been there…

   Enjoyed the gazes of the stars and the moon, Ji Xiu unconsciously brought a sense of superiority in his eyes, and said slowly.

   "The ideal city... It's not as good as you think."

  Kumite looked at him in disbelief.

   "It's better than Boulder City, right?"

   "You're thinking too much," Ji Xiu shook his head, "There are a lot of rules and regulations, what can't be done, what can be done, all clearly written, there is no room for accommodation."

   Actually, maybe there is.

   It’s just that his level has not yet reached the point where the council can accommodate, so naturally he doesn’t know where he can accommodate.

  Kumite continued to ask with an expression of disbelief.

   "Where's the inner city nobles? They should be doing better, right?"

   Jishu said indifferently.

"That's for sure, but in my opinion those people have little vision, or even short-sighted. Maybe the real big shots will be different, I heard that they are more secretive and conservative... But other than that, in fact, we are also It doesn't make any difference. That's why life there is so boring, otherwise why would they run out of town?"

   For him, it was a wasteland in another sense—a spiritual wasteland.

He can only live in a 40-square-meter dog kennel, and use the neural connection device to connect with the garbage on the endpoint cloud. Get up and watch the movie forcibly, or be thrown out by the guards.

   The rules there are so complicated that it is horribly complicated, and one can imagine how inefficient it is, which is unimaginable in Boulder City.

   Enjoying the admiration of the native turtles, Ji Xiu took a bite of the grapes fed by the beauty, and commented lazily about his hometown.

   "But then... the changes here are quite big. It used to take at least two days to go from here to the northern suburbs, but now I can't take a day."

   Kumit said with a smile.

   "That's true, the nosy guys in the northern suburbs fight with looters every day, and almost all the looters in the north hide south."

   Another little fat man also said excitedly.

   "I also heard that there is a big construction project there recently, and the road under the elevated road out of the city has been renovated!"

   A tall man said with bright eyes.

   "I know! My father invested a lot of money!"

  Gishio pouted.

   "How much money can you make from selling those reinforced concrete... Are you not interested in real money-making business?"

   Kumit's eyes suddenly lit up.

   "Do you have a way?"

   "More than a doorway."

   Jixiu smiled mysteriously, looked at a group of good buddies with hot eyes, waved to them, and motioned them to come closer.

   He cleared his throat and kept his voice low.

   "…I have a project here that can make a lot of money."

   "You don't have to do anything, you can earn while lying down!"

  …

   A mansion in Dawn City.

  Liszt, who was sitting in the study, played with the black room card in his hand, glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and yawned boredly.

   He was starting to feel a little bored.

At the beginning, for this "black card", he spent a lot of chips to clear up the relationship. He spent at least several million before and after, and finally, with the help of a few nobles, at the cost of a large amount of "replacement fee", he put a lot of money into a poor man. The poor noble nobles invited out with dignity, and instead became the upstarts in the inner city.

  There, the dignity and elegance of the nobles are more important than everything, but the identity of the nobles itself is not so mysterious.

   As long as you have a single room in the giant stone building, no matter how small, you can be considered a member of the inner city nobles and enjoy the right to vote on major decisions.

   As for how to own it, it depends on whether it will be a human being. This is not something that is clearly priced and placed on the market.

  Most nobles do not really live in that megalithic mansion. The number on the door card is more a symbol of status and power. In addition to the megalithic buildings that belonged to the pre-war period, there is a circle of buildings built later, which is also included in the inner city.

  The living conditions in those places will be much better.

   In addition, if a noble lives in a small room on the door card every day, it basically means that he is not far from bankruptcy.

  People will acquiesce that he intends to sell the power in his hand for a good price in the end, and will help him find a trading partner very considerately.

   For example, the nobleman who was replaced by him is an example.

That guy lives on the bottom floor of the building. He has no children and no skills. Like a fat pig in captivity, he hopes day and night that he can sell the key card in his hand to "not offend himself, Don't offend the neighbors" good price, and then take the chips and go outside to start over.

   If you compare the entire Boulder City to a large casino, then buying a door card with "gambling money" will undoubtedly mean going ashore.

   It is precisely because of this that he took out that huge sum of money at all costs.

Not only because of this status, the other nobles in the inner city could not use means outside the rules to mess with him, but also because he has ambitions far beyond ordinary people - he intends to rely on his excellent business acumen and action. , Change the Boulder City and even the entire River Valley Province, and build a huge business empire!

   If he can enter the core power circle of Boulder City and make some like-minded partners, his plan will be much smoother.

   However, shortly after entering the circle, he was quickly disappointed.

   There are no like-minded partners there, not even a person with a slight level of skill.

   Those guys are like inbred pigs.

   They don't have a shred of wisdom that humans should have in their minds, or they have used all their brains on internal friction between each other.

Even slave owners know that shovels are faster than hand digging, and occasionally they will buy wood-burning generators and tractors from traders like him to update their production equipment, but those pigs who have been reared have to take care of them. The hoof nails of the cattle and horses were taken off and eaten, and they smugly called it credit.

   How can such a thing be better than the old mayor of Bate Street and the farmer of Brown Farm?

  Liszt thought about it for several nights without realizing it.

   In the end, only one conclusion can be drawn—

   They do have a good dad.

   Those survivors who had the courage to stand outside the sanctuary and face the fallout and never-sun-winter are truly heroes.

   Not only did they endure the despair of falling from utopia to the abyss, but they even finished in advance what they should have done on behalf of the children and grandchildren with wine bags and rice bags.

   This is also the worst.

   They created a "fairytale-like world" for children, so that in the eyes of the nobles two hundred years later, the wasteland has ended.

   In fact, this understanding is also correct.

   Their wasteland will end sooner...

   At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the study, and Han Long, his most capable subordinate, pushed open the door and walked in from the outside.

   "Sir, the manager is here."

  Liszt threw the black card aside and immediately looked at him and said.

   "Quickly invite him in."

   "Yes." Han Long nodded slightly, the electronic prosthetic eyes swayed from side to side, turned and walked out of Liszt's study.

   Not long after, Chu Guang pushed open the door and walked in from the outside with a smile on his face.

   "Your house is really big."

   He had no guards and was still wearing the power armor, which Liszt had long been accustomed to, and even replaced all his sofas with iron cores, fearing that there would be nowhere to entertain him.

   "You should live in a bigger one, I happen to have a new house that I can't live in temporarily, or—"

   "The environment in the shelter is good."

"But I see that your residents are not tired of building beautiful houses?" Liszt smiled and persuaded, "After all, the shelter is too crowded, even if you don't care, you can't grieve the future manager's wife. and the future heirs of the Alliance."

  Chu Guang smiled lightly.

   "We've known each other for so long, don't you know me yet?"

  Liszt was silent for a moment, sighed softly, completely dismissed that unrealistic thought, and leaned back on the chair.

   "To be honest, the longer I've known you, the less I know about you...I even get scared when I'm in front of you occasionally."

   "Did I do something that scares you?"

"No."

   Seeing how he didn't speak, Chu Guang vaguely guessed something, then smiled and said pointedly.

"Old Brown is still running his farm, and he has been transformed by us, freed his family's slaves, disarmed, and the past is written off, and we allow him to continue to live on his land as a Union citizen. The person who did this was Luca, the lord of Dawn City who was almost executed by him. You see, we can even forgive our enemies, and you haven't done anything to hurt us, so what's the matter? I'm so worried."

  Liszt shook his head.

"The mismatch between money and status is a natural original sin. At least I can buy a noble in the inner city, or even become a noble... But here, I have no way to become a resident of the refuge, and I can't understand your logic, let alone become a noble. Understand what you want to do sometimes. Anyway, I just hope that when you need money someday, you can give me a chance to hand it over."

  Chu Guang couldn't help saying.

"Why can't you just change your mind a little bit? The alliance is the alliance, we use our own rules, we are different from any survivor colony... Look at Bucky, he's not even human anymore, it's different here every day Are you happy?"

  Liszt said helplessly.

   "He is a resident of the ideal city, and he has someone to support him when he commits a big thing...and I can't see his face."

  Chu Guang said with a sigh.

   "I've said many times that identity doesn't matter in the league, even if he doesn't even recognize his father, as long as he agrees with us, we will unite him."

   Liszt said with a wry smile.

   "I hope you will keep your promise as always... So, what do you want me to do for you when you come this time?"

   Seeing that Liszt had already guessed that he had come with a purpose for this visit, Chu Guang stopped going around in circles, leaned back on the chair, and said beamingly.

   "I'm going to issue something called a bond."

"what is that?"

   "A financial tool that can not only solve our capital problem, but also solve the difficult investment problem of the inner city nobles."

  Lister coughed.

   "If you are short of money, just tell me and I will lend it to you."

  Chu Guang said with a smile.

   "It's not that I'm short of money, it's the league that's short of money, and will always be short of money. We need a lot of chips here. How much can you lend me? One hundred million?"

  Liszt said with a tingling scalp.

   "That...it's really hard."

   He didn't expect the manager to have such a big appetite.

  Chu Guang spread his hands.

"Isn't it? This is not a cake that can be eaten by one person. We need a lot of chips to buy Boulder City's products and increase our market size, and now the pockets of the inner city nobles just happen to be full of chips, so why not use those If you don’t need the money for the time being, how about doing some profitable business?”

  Liszt touched his chin with interest, his eyes narrowed slightly.

   "That sounds interesting..."

  Chu Guang smiled and continued speaking step by step.

"We can give five-year and ten-year bonds. The total issuance amount is one billion and two billion, respectively. Chip purchase, chip redemption, very fair, and the most important thing is safety! The coupon rate is 3% and 4%. Take the ten-year bond as an example, a bond with 100 chips can get 4 chips of interest every year, and the principal of 100 chips will be obtained at one time in the tenth year.”

   Liszt's eyes flickered slightly, keenly aware of his intentions.

   "This is equivalent to splitting the debt... Now not only banks can invest, but some large and medium-sized chambers of commerce and even individuals can also participate."

  Chu Guang said with a smile.

"That's right! We even provide physical paper and supporting electronic bookkeeping services... Those who hold our bonds can even buy and sell freely on our trading platform. This way, even if someone is in a hurry to use the money, they can cash in their debts. When you sell it, you only need to pay a small fee.”

  Unfortunately, it seems that Liszt didn't see what his real intentions were, but instinctively felt that he would not be reassured about it.

   "Then why don't you go to Malvern?" Staring at Chu Guang for a while, Liszt couldn't help but ask, "I'm a factory worker, not this one."

  Chu Guang shook his head.

"Melvin is an old fox, he wants to get something from me, but he will definitely not allow me to use the borrowed money to pay off my previous debts, starting with the 200 million chip loan, we and Boulder City Bank's relationship Every loan specifies how the loan will be used, and the money must be in a Boulder Bank account under their supervision."

   After a pause, he continued.

"So I need two issuance channels to issue chip-denominated bonds. However, I guarantee that the bonds issued by the two channels will have the same exercise rights. Only one is issued by the Union Central Bank itself, and the other is issued by the Bank of Boulder City. "

   "I treat you as my own person, so I intend to let you do the distribution channel of the alliance."

  Liszt looked at Chu Guang blankly, but he didn't expect that he would tell himself all the things like "paying off previous debts with borrowed money".

   swallowed, he asked cautiously.

   "Are you...really going to pay it back?"

  Chu Guang gave him a strange look.

   "If I don't plan to repay the money, why do I work so hard?"

  Liszt was silent for a while, then said daringly.

"let me try."

   He must listen carefully to the opinions of the alliance.

no way.

  Who wants him to make his fortune from the league?

   If it wasn't for the Liszt Factory, he would never be a noble in the inner city in his life, let alone asking himself to help make money, he would have to think of a way to help him kill.

   "Go and try it!"

  Chu Guang stood up from the sofa, walked to the door of the study, suddenly stopped, looked back at Liszt, smiled and encouraged him.

"Do your best to try, the business opportunities of the alliance are written in the newspapers, and I will try my best to cooperate with you. Believe me, if this happens, both the alliance and the Boulder City will thank you, if it doesn't work It doesn't matter, I'll find someone else."

   Liszt said respectfully.

   "I will do my best."

  The door of the study closed.

   Hearing the sound of footsteps walking away, Liszt leaned back on the chair and pressed his eyebrows with a headache.

  The total issuance amount is one billion and two billion…

   Normal people would be scared away by this number?

   The esteemed administrator really gave him a problem.

   However, at this moment, Liszt's eyes suddenly fell on the black card on the table, and his heart instantly filled with a hint of enlightenment.

   He took the black card in his hand and started playing again. Liszt's eyes became more and more excited, and he whispered a few words in his mouth.

   "Maybe it's really not that difficult..."

  …

   Just when Liszt instructed his subordinates to pack up and prepare to go back to Boulder City, at this moment something big or small happened in Boulder City.

   A few days ago, the entire Boulder City was on fire, and even the Survivor Daily, which almost made Mr. House unemployed, finally had an accident.

   At this moment, the door of the newspaper office was sealed, and several guards standing in front of the door pushed away the idlers who were watching the fun.

"Leave far away!"

   "Don't join in the fun if you don't want to make trouble for yourself!"

   Hearing the stern tone, those who didn't want to cause trouble scattered.

   There was only one man who didn't leave, and he couldn't help shouting.

   "We are customers waiting for the new issue...not just to join in the fun!"

   He is the owner of the Walnut Tavern, the one next to the industrial area, and his name is Don.

  Workers who usually get off work will come to him to pick up cigarette butts and smoke them, and by the way, they will find literate people to read the free newspaper.

Although he doesn't like those poor wretched ghosts, they are almost his only guests, and when they see happiness, they can't help but buy a beer, or even buy a newspaper to take home to stay. to commemorate.

   Even for the sake of that beer, he felt he had something to say for them.

   However, after hearing the words, the two guards looked at each other, laughed and kicked away the hillbilly who appeared out of nowhere, and laughed at him as he rolled and crawled up from the ground.

"get out!"

   "There is no such thing!"

   Meanwhile, the office upstairs.

   When he heard the decree issued by the city hall, Hal only felt that his eyes were black and he almost passed out. He stared at the guard who read the order to him, wishing to kill the man with his eyes.

   However, the authority of the royal family is useless here. The soldiers of Boulder City don't care about the prince in the desert. This thing can save him a fist at most.

   "Closed?! Why?" Hal spit and roared.

  The guard looked at him sarcastically.

   "The city hall thinks you are spreading false news, who wants you to stay out of business all day."

  Hal blushed angrily, holding the copy of the "Playboy" sub-issue in his hand, his fingers kept shaking, and finally he could only utter a sentence.

   "But it's just a joke! It's not even a message from your mouth!"

The content of the    joke is probably that a guy who wears death claw skin from head to toe tries to prove to his friends that he is brave, so he brags that his clothes are all stripped from death claw by himself.

   However, his friends obviously didn't believe it, so in order to prove his bravery, he dared not take a giant step and could only threw himself on the dusty woman on the side. In the end, the devil's silk that could not be broken revealed that he was actually mentally retarded...

   This was supposed to be a joke with two soft broads and even a brand name, but maybe his wording was so realistic that he accidentally offended some aristocratic grandfather who had actually worked here.

   The guard's answer really confirmed his guess.

   "Yes, but some inner city resident didn't find it funny, and was offended by it. Of course, you and I both know that he's definitely not the one in the joke, just kindly thinks it's bad."

   "What about the "Worker"?? We haven't published news about rich people in it for a long time, and it once helped a noble lady find her lost cat!"

   asked the guard rhetorically.

"So why don't you continue to publish those things? You guys were pretty good before, and you can do something for the gentlemen. But those serial stories are too exaggerated. How could the unarmed Awakeners beat the power armor and the mercenaries bought it. The black card in the inner city is even more nonsense. What do you think of the identity given by the city owner? I have never heard of a mercenary with this ability, what are you doing harm?"

  Hal tried to argue.

   "We can get rid of this part!"

   "Mr. Dulong's opinion is not acceptable."

   "What about House? He's no more **** than me! Anyone who's heard his radio knows that what I've written isn't even a bad joke!"

  Hal blushed. The last thing he wanted to mention was that idiot who was full of nonsense, but now he had to be brought out as an example.

   In terms of bragging, he is less than 1/10,000th of that guy, at least he can't blow black into white.

   But the guard was indifferent to his explanation and said impatiently.

   "He has a license. By the way, he will need such a certificate in the future. I don't know the specifics. You can find out for yourself."

  Hal looked at him pleadingly.

   "Then I'll apply now! Please don't drive me away."

  The guard shrugged indifferently.

   "This is your freedom, but you have to clean up the things here first. We will seal up this place tomorrow. If we don't take it away, we will throw it away by default."

   If it wasn't for this guy being the prince of the Lion Kingdom, he wouldn't even bother to talk nonsense with this guy, and he would be honest with the **** of a gun.

   The guard threw down the last sentence, and turned and walked away with all the brothers, leaving only Hal standing in a lost spirit.

   He felt like a clown.

The    Alliance defeated the invincible Legion, and he followed him for a long time, but just one day before the victory celebration, his half-year effort was taken away by a word.

   Looking at the employees who dared not speak, Hal, who was in a state of despair, said slowly.

   "Do you understand... It's like I put a flower in cow dung, and they just compare themselves to cow dung. Is there only cow dung left in their shallow cognition?"

"I just wrote a guy in death claw skin in the joke to entertain everyone. They said that he was offending the noble grandpa in the inner city. Because people want to have manicures, and horses have to have their nails done, so people are equal to horses? This is What nonsense logic?"

   an employee whispered.

   "… Indeed, the residents of the Alliance also wear Deathpaw hides, and they like you more than Mr. House."

   Another slightly younger employee couldn't help asking.

   "This is obviously a misunderstanding... Can I appeal?"

   The older editor shook his head.

"Disaster."

   Everyone fell into a long silence, and they couldn't help worrying about the future. The two reporters looked at each other and couldn't help but ask him.

"boss…"

"what should we do?"

   Howl said annoyed.

   "I don't know, don't ask me! You guys were watching the fun just now and didn't say a word for me, and now you're here to ask me what to do! How do I know what to do?"

   He originally planned to do a column on the celebration of the alliance and a series of recent drastic actions, and worked overtime to drive out the plan, but suddenly such bad news came.

   Looking at the helpless employees, Hal suddenly sighed as if he had been drained of all his strength.

   "...I will pay you your wages, and you can go your own way in the future."

  Perhaps, he is really not suitable for this line of work.

  All the employees showed their dismayed expressions.

   And the slightly older editor said immediately.

   "Can I settle with silver coins?"

  Hall was slightly stunned.

   "Silver coins?"

   The few people standing next to the old editor nodded in unison, and whispered one after another.

   "We used to be Mr. House's employees... We were fired by him because of disagreements. He definitely won't ask us to go back."

   "And I wrote articles mocking him..."

   "We're going to try our luck in the Alliance, isn't there a "Survivor Daily" there too? We should be needed."

   "That's right! And now one chip can be exchanged for two silver coins, but in Boulder, one chip can't even buy a piece of bread!"

   "Alliance doesn't work either..."

   "But I heard that you can buy a kilogram of corn for 0.9 silver coins there! The extra nutritional paste can even be used to feed pigs!"

   Hearing the chatter of the employees, Hal, who was originally depressed, was suddenly relieved a lot.

  The wasteland is so big, there are many places to go.

  Speaking of which, his original purpose of opening this newspaper office was actually just to find a job to support himself, and then complete the trial that his father and his brothers had given him and his brothers and brothers—bring a valuable treasure back from the wasteland.

   But slowly, he developed feelings for this newspaper, so much so that he completely forgot his father's instructions.

   In fact, he felt more and more that it didn't matter if he didn't fight for the throne. That thing was a burden. Drinking and writing poetry were what he loved to do.

   After he left, he didn’t know how Mr. Howes would report on the Alliance’s celebration, but he didn’t care anymore after he completely let go of everything here.

whatever.

   is just a settlement.

   He should be a cloud in the sky, write poems to those who deserve it, and sing songs to those who deserve it.

   He said it.

   To open "Survivor Daily" all over the wasteland! His employees haven't given up this profession, how can he be downcast at this time?

   "Then let's go together, it's safer with more people!"

   Everyone looked at him in surprise.

  Especially the old editor, asked in disbelief.

   "Are you going to leave with us?"

"What are you talking about, I was not a survivor here, I said that I came from a place shrouded in the rays of the sun... Although I gave up so easily, I did live up to Mr. Manager's expectations, but I will sincerely thank him Apologetic."

  Hall's face returned to a smile, he coughed softly, and continued.

"If you like my boss, you can continue to follow me after you arrive in the Alliance... The survivors in the desert don't have their own newspaper yet, they should know what's going on in this wasteland every day, and we can go there and start over! Make it bigger and stronger, and create greater glories!"

   "Although, it's much poorer there than here."

   At this moment, Miss Dolly still doesn't know that she has been unemployed, and she is pulling Fang Chang vigorously around the streets of Dawn City, collecting materials for the celebration column that has been ruined.

   Avni from the Honey Badger Kingdom is sitting by the window of the attic of the embassy, ​​looking at the setting sun gradually falling towards her hometown and sighing. She is uneasy about whether the gift to be given represents the hearts of the royal family and the people of the kingdom.

The mosquito implanted with the Xiaoyu brand symbiote was once again stuck in the tin can made by himself, and was accidentally photographed by a passing crow, who was ridiculed on the forum. It was a revenge for a long time ago.

Shaochuduzi dragged Makabazi and the tigers up the mountain to go wild fishing by the lake. Commander Springs and other brothers from the Storm Corps were in the lobby of the Road Town Hotel, facing Zhang Hai, the owner of the ramen restaurant who boasted a thousand cups. Taking turns drinking alcohol, Lisa beside them with tears and laughter persuaded them to drink less. She wanted to find out about pangolins, but she was too embarrassed to speak.

   Gale and Lone Wolf of the Last World went to the Takuma reactor in Xizhou City again, and Ye Shi took his old sister Jiu Jiu to brush crack claw crabs nearby to level up.

Lao Bai and a female researcher from the college went to the forest in the East District of Qingquan City. She was very curious about the psychic interferometer there. Irena brought back a lot of magical ingredients from the desert, and she seemed to be pondering a new dark dish with scrambled tomatoes and eggs. .

   There is only one last night left before the triumphal celebration.

   Dawn City is as lively as ever.

   Chu Guang, who just came out of Liszt's house, did not return to the shelter, but went to the farmland to the east of the city, looking at the cultivated land and thinking about his thoughts.

   Seeing him staring into the distance for a long time, Lu Bei who followed behind him asked in a low voice.

   "Sir...Is there something over there?"

  Chu Guang said casually.

"No."

  Lu Bei scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

   "I see you've been looking over there...I thought there was something wrong there."

   "Well... there is indeed a problem."

  Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.

   "I'm thinking, I can't treat them badly."

Food security is the top priority and cannot be completely handed over to the vassals. These cultivated lands are valuable resources. Perhaps he should take part of the tax and subsidize those who stay in the fields to work, so as to dispel their concerns about the price of food next year. concerns.

  Thinking of this, Chu Guang had another headache.

   He didn't feel anything before, and a big wave of his hand was a string of numbers.

   And when the size of the alliance increased, he immediately felt how difficult it was to keep a huge settlement running smoothly.

   There are so many places to spend money…

   And one of his thoughts, the decision is no longer just a few people's jobs, but a group of long-awaited families.

   If he makes a mistake, someone will starve.

  Some methods work when there are few people, but they don’t work so well when there are more people. However, how much is too much and how much is too little is too difficult to grasp.

   Looking at the contemplative manager beside him, Lu Bei hesitated for a moment, but finally he couldn't help but speak.

   "Master Manager..."

  Chu Guang looked at the young man beside him.

"What's wrong?"

  Lu Bei looked at him seriously and said.

   "I think you should take a proper rest... It's been three days since you came back from the front, but you haven't had a day off."

  Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and patted his shoulder.

   "You don't have to worry about me, kid, I know when to rest."

   "...I just hope that you can pay more attention to your body," Lu Bei whispered, "This is not my suggestion alone, I feel...everyone hopes so."

   Looking at the young man's concerned eyes, Chu Guang smiled and nodded.

   "I'll consider giving myself a few days off."

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   (Can 4D characters count as two chapters? T.T)