This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 652 The Rebel in the North

  Anyway, they are old friends, so they can't give less than outsiders, right?

  Chu Guang originally thought so, but when he saw the acquisition proposal of 1 billion Cr, he was stunned for a moment.

  It’s okay to buy with money...

  Grandfather is the kind of person who can be bought by money? !

  In the conference room of the Union Building, Chu Guang and Yi Chuan were sitting in front of the round conference table.

   Thinking that the manager thought the money was too little, Yi Chuan coughed dryly and continued in a low voice.

   "The price can still be negotiated... In addition, in addition to the amount on the surface, we can also deposit a sum of money in your personal account privately."

  This kind of situation is not uncommon in Yunjian Province. Many big shots in settlements have bought luxury houses overlooking the sea of ​​clouds in Ideal City. Even beyond the province of Yunjian, the city of Jushi, which is far away in Qingquan City of the River Valley Province and is not a partner at all, has many big figures sending their families there before.

   It's just that because the two sides are too far away, the so-called nobles in those settlements usually can't afford too much Cr, and at most they can live a life similar to ordinary people in Ideal City.

  The alliance is an important strategic partner of the enterprise, and naturally it is not comparable to Boulder City.

  The two parties signed a currency swap agreement a long time ago, and its strategic significance naturally surpasses the general partners of enterprises in the inter-cloud province.

  At least in Yi Chuan's view, this is not a taboo that cannot be discussed, but after hearing his hint, Chu Guang's expression became serious.

   "Mr. Yi, how long have we known each other?"

  Yi Chuan froze for a moment.

   "It's been more than half a year... what's wrong?"

   Chu Guang said sadly.

   "Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

   Seeing his expression, Yi Chuan was suddenly dumbfounded.

   Before this guy could speak, Chu Guang continued.

   "Our alliance is indeed still far behind and cannot catch up with your prosperity, but I am willing to stay with my companions."

   "Stop saying things like this that hinder unity in the future!"

  Yi Chuan nodded dumbfoundingly.

   "Sorry... I took the liberty, but this is just a plan we offered, no offense meant."

   Chu Guang sighed and continued.

"I understand that spending money to solve the problem is the most trouble-free way, and the problems that can be solved with gold coins are not problems, but what we are discussing now is a new thing that may determine the future of the planet under our feet... Let me ask another question Do you sell immature products to customers?"

   Yi Chuan subconsciously shook his head.

   "Of course not."

   Chu Guang looked at him and said sincerely.

   "So are we."

"We have opened up a new line of research in the branch of slime mold, and we have high hopes for it, hoping that it will end the wasteland, and hope that it will bring us a better and more harmonious future... in our vision In this new world, mutant slime mold will no longer be used as a weapon, but a medium that can help us understand ourselves and the universe.”

   “Because we expected so much from it, we didn’t want to burn ourselves prematurely when it wasn’t perfect.”

  Yi Chuan nodded to express his understanding, but still couldn't help asking.

   "But... Wouldn't it be more helpful to realize your dreams if more scholars and experts participated?"

   Guessing that he would say that, Chu Guang said with a sigh.

"Yes, but we are well aware of the unreliability of human nature, and we must be vigilant against it being used for other purposes. Whether it is out of good intentions or malice, there may be unpredictable consequences... You should have seen it, Jin Chuan What does the province look like now."

  Yi Chuan looked at Chu Guang dumbly.

   "Then... what form do you want the cooperation to take?"

   "At least not in this way of buyout," Chu Guang gently pushed back the agreement on the table, and continued, "I can tell you, our bottom line."

  Yi Chuan nodded seriously.

"You say."

  Chu Guang raised three fingers.

   "First, the brood is not transferable. 'Xiao Yu' must stay in the alliance and must be in our refuge. Only in this way can the brood be absolutely controllable."

   "Secondly, in order to prevent new mutations from occurring, we will not breed new mothers with independent consciousness, thereby avoiding the loss of control of the mother."

   "Thirdly, we will extend a helping hand to areas that need to clear the brood, but the assistance plan needs to be based on the opinions of our researchers, and our people must lead the entire implementation process."

   "Except for these three items that cannot be compromised, everything else can be discussed."

   To put it simply, Xiao Yu is like the "Giant Panda" of the league.

   It’s just that its significance is not only for viewing, but also for unlocking the “blind boxes” in the wasteland that have been sealed by mutant slime mold for more than two hundred years.

  The unlocked relics in the center of Qingquan City are enough to usher in a technological explosion for the alliance, and there are still many relics that are not inferior to Qingquan City in the wasteland.

   Not even just Middle Continent, not even just on land.

  The alliance can share the research results for the benefit of all mankind, but for the benefit of the alliance Chu Guang must keep Xiaoyu in shelter 404.

  Through human radio, mind interference and quantum computer technology, Xiaoyu can get rid of a series of natural constraints such as "self-limitation" and "insufficient computing power", and open "sub-bases" all over the planet.

  As long as Xiaoyu's main body remains in the shelter, then these sub-bases opened all over the world will also be safe and controllable.

  After listening to the conditions offered by Chu Guang, Yi Chuan opened his mouth, but he didn't expect such a deep thing. After all, the company's understanding of Xiaoyu was only a series of smoke bombs released by "Qingquan City Daily".

  Hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help asking.

   "Then what about the data exchange agreement we signed before... about the research on mutant slime mold?"

   Seeing the concern in Yi Chuan's eyes, Chu Guang said with a smile.

   "Of course it is effective. We just hope that before this technology matures, we will be in charge of how to continue this new technology route."

  Paused, looking at the relieved Yi Chuan, Chu Guang continued.

  "We don't necessarily mean the final future, but at present this is the most promising route we have explored to solve the current problems. I believe in our scholars and technicians, and I will support them to go to the end without any interference."

  Looking at the shorthand content on the holographic screen, Yi Chuan stretched out his index finger and squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and sighed after a while.

   "I will report your request to the council...but to be honest, I can't think of a better alternative than 1 billion Cr, maybe you can give me a hint or suggestion."

  The biggest difference between the two major powers of enterprises, legions, and colleges on brood-related issues is that they do not have a large territory, only a prosperous ideal city.

   There are broods in Yunjian Province, but those broods are not on the company's own territory after all.

   And according to the self-limiting expansion of the mutant slime mold they discovered, the population and wild variants on the wasteland are not enough to support their crazy reproduction like two centuries ago.

   In other words, the company is very interested in the mutant slime mold in Qingquan City, after all, it can unlock a large unexplored area for them. However, they don't have an urgent need to solve the matter of the brood nest in the province of the clouds.

  This is why the council is more inclined to negotiate an appropriate price with the league.

  In contrast, the legion that has conquered a vast territory but is helpless to deal with the problems on its own territory is more eager to obtain the technology to control slime mold.

   There are more broods entrenched in the territory of the Willant people than the Wandering Swamp, the Province of the Clouds, and the Province of the River Valley combined...

   Now colleges and enterprises are coming to the door one after another. As the news spreads, the representatives of the Legion will probably come to Dawn City soon.

   It is difficult to negotiate with those lunatics alone to get much concessions, unless the company and the academy are brought together...

  Chu Guang pondered for a moment, then his heart suddenly moved, and he blurted out.

   “We can set up a cross-regional cooperation committee with multilateral participation to solve the problems related to slime mold variants.”

  Yi Chuan hesitated and asked.

   "Like a post-war reconstruction committee?"

  Chu Guang shook his head.

   "No, this committee does not have any administrative binding force, nor does it involve other fields. It only addresses issues related to mutant slime mold. All parties can put forward their own demands at the meeting, discuss openly with other members, and seek common ground while reserving differences."

  If a consensus can be reached on the relevant agenda of slime mold, other fields of cooperation can also be carried out on this basis.

   Gain at least a basis of trust.

  Yi Chuan thought for a moment, and seemed to realize the benefits of setting up this committee, his eyes became brighter, and he spoke.

   "This idea sounds good! Including those appeals you made before, I will give feedback to the council!"

  Chu Guang showed a smile on his face, followed Yi Chuan who got up from the meeting table, and stretched out his right hand to him who was walking towards him.

"I hope we can cooperate happily!"

  …

   While Chu Guang was discussing the details of the "Symbiotic Slime Mold Research Committee" on behalf of representatives of the alliance and enterprises, Sindisson, who was locked in a small black room, was being interrogated by the guards.

  To the surprise of the interrogators in charge of the interrogation, before they started the interrogation, Sindisson, who had just been invited to sit in a chair, explained everything in one go.

   It's not just Hindison.

  The same goes for the other six suspects.

  They are all traders of nutrient paste and fertilizer raw materials. This year, they planned to take advantage of the peak of the wave to buy a batch of fruiting body remains and sell them to the Free State, but the alliance authorities suddenly issued a document stating that the fruiting body remains would not be sold.

   And not only will it not be sold this time, but it will not be sold in the future.

  Seeing that the cooked ducks in their hands were about to fly away, these merchants suddenly became furious. They even found a buyer, but the alliance told them not to sell it.

   As a result, Sindisson had a plan and planned the "Qingquan City Daily" case, hoping to stir up public opinion in Dawn City and put pressure on the alliance authorities.

However, he obviously underestimated the cohesion within the alliance society. This trick may be a little bit useful for the former Boulder City, but for the survivors of Dawn City, doing so will only make them shoot themselves in the foot .

  Looking at the three-page transcript, the two people sitting at the interrogation table exchanged glances, and one of them looked at Sindisson and couldn't help asking.

   "...Is this what you are doing?"

  Hindison nodded tremblingly, trying to explain.

   "This...isn't a trivial matter, this is a business worth more than a billion dollars."

   More than one billion cloth dollars, converted into dinars, is only about 10 million, and converted into alliance silver coins, it is only a few million.

   The two interrogators didn't know what to say for a while, they exchanged glances and communicated with each other.

  ‘Is it possible that he is lying? '

  'The confessions of several suspects are similar, and no other physical evidence was found in the room... This possibility is very small. '

  'Damn it... just this shit, I thought it was a big case. '

  ‘%￥#@! '

  Looking at the interrogator whose face was getting darker and darker, Cindyson felt even more frightened, and finally couldn't help the fear, and asked cautiously.

   "Two big brothers... I, I'm really not a spy."

  The interrogator sitting on the right said with a dark face.

   "Existing evidence does not prove that you are a spy, but your behavior still caused extremely bad effects, and indirectly caused serious losses to the property of Union citizens."

  Another interrogator continued.

"Just last night, the protesters burned down the warehouse of Tujia Printing Factory. Today, newspapers in the city are out of stock. The estimated loss may be millions of silver coins. Even if you are not a spy, you cannot escape the crime of inciting sabotage. of."

  When he heard that the protesters ordered the printing factory, Hindison broke out in a cold sweat. This was completely different from the script he had originally thought.

  He couldn't imagine what would happen if he fell into the hands of those people. What made him panic even more was that now everyone would know that he was taken away from the road town hotel.

   In other words, they already know who his…

"I admit compensation! I lose money!" Gathering his handcuffed fists, Cindyson pleaded, "I am willing to pay double the compensation, as long as you let me leave here... I promise I will never Do something like this!"

  The interrogator laughed and cast a contemptuous look at him.

   "Regret now? What did you do earlier?"

  Another interrogator said in a joking tone.

"The crime of inciting sabotage is a public prosecution, there is no reconciliation, economic compensation can be exempted from hard labor, but a sentence of more than ten years cannot be escaped. If you want me to say, if you are really a spy, that's all. Maybe you can win leniency Deal with it. You are doing this stupid thing for millions, we just want to help you find opportunities to make meritorious service, and there is nowhere to find it."

  Bai worked all night and caught a little mouse. Both of them were speechless, and took all their anger on this guy.

   Seeing that the plea was useless, Sindisson completely tore off the mask of compromise, and sternly yelled at the two people at the interrogation table.

   "I am a merchant from the Buguera Free State, I am not your citizen, you have no right to arrest me! I, I want to see your administrator!"

   Seeing his ugly appearance, the two interrogators laughed.

   "Just you still want to see the manager?"

   "We don't care where you are from, even if you are a relative of the legion marshal and violated the law on our territory, you will still be punished by law."

  Hindison's eyes were full of fear, but he still couldn't help but speak in a threatening tone.

   "Aren't you... not afraid of causing diplomatic disputes?"

  Looking at this poor guy, both interrogators laughed.

   "Diplomacy? What have we to talk to you about?"

   "If you are not convinced, let your army try."

  Hearing this sentence, Sindisson suddenly slumped on the chair like a deflated ball, his eyes were gloomy and desperate.

   Of course, the army of the Free State would not be dispatched for such a small role as him. Even if his confidants outside could help him hire mercenaries for money to do things, those stragglers would definitely not be the opponent of the Union Army.

  I heard that a long time ago, the legion's informants in the Free State bought the mercenaries there and tried to attack the northern part of the alliance, but they were beaten to nothing.

   It is said that those guys bumped into the regular army of the alliance.

  The two sides are not opponents of the same dimension at all.

  This prison, he seems to be settled...

  …

   On the other side, the Great Rift Valley, the city of origin.

  The man sitting in the reception room was quietly looking down at the settlement outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

  Old, depressed, depressing, lifeless, like a sleepy sunset... All the negative descriptions he can think of can be accurately placed on this settlement.

  This settlement known as the city of origin was once the earliest settlement on the wasteland, even older than the ideal city on the east coast.

  However, with the disbandment of the post-war reconstruction committee, today's settlement has lost its former glory, leaving only a little afterglow lingering on the barren yellow land.

  This settlement looks like an old man with half a foot in a coffin, exuding the frowning stench of corpses all over his body.

  However, when he saw the chief secretary walking out of the room in a white robe, the man still nodded with a respectful and humble expression on his face.

  The chief secretary stared at him expressionlessly, like a priest, speaking in a solemn and emotionless voice.

   "Please come with me."

  The man nodded slightly again, without communicating with him, followed his footsteps through the open door, and walked into the meeting room with the long obsidian table.

  An old man with white beard and hair is sitting at the head of the conference table.

   That old man is the owner of the Great Rift Valley.

  The man bowed slightly and said politely.

   "Dear Mr. Chief, what instructions do you have?"

  The old man called chief did not speak immediately, but spoke in a kind tone.

   "Please sit down."

  The man nodded as a signal, and pulled out a chair at the end of the conference table to sit down.

  His name is Odo, and he is the mayor of the Free State. This position is equivalent to the city lord of the general survivor settlement.

The previous mayor was impeached and stepped down because Buguera secretly supported the Legion's atrocities in the province of Luoxia. reform.

  Although there are constant accusations that he received black money from Firestone Group boss Sigma, he is still an approachable leader in the eyes of many Free State citizens.

   And the same goes for the chief sitting at the conference table.

  Compared to the previous mayor, who was rebellious and flirting with the Legion East Expansion Faction behind his back, he admired this humble young man even more.

  He is young, capable, and courageous, with clear pupils, like a burning torch.

  The old man doesn’t like the companies that have betrayed the War Construction Committee, and he doesn’t agree with the choices of those rebels, but he admits that those people have something to learn from.

  Looking at Otto who was sitting at the conference table humbly asking for advice, the old man spoke slowly.

   "I heard that the brood in Qingquan City has been eradicated by the alliance. It seems to be a young force that has just been established. Their leader is the manager of No. 404 shelter."

   Otto nodded respectfully.

   "I've heard about this too."

  The old man showed a satisfied smile on his face, and continued speaking slowly.

"It seems that you have not forgotten your mission. I am very relieved. Mutant slime mold is one of the main threats in this wasteland. We have tried many things in the past years, but unfortunately it was not until the post-war reconstruction committee Disbanded, we have not been able to really solve it..."

  Odo listened respectfully to the old man telling about the past, but there was a hint of disapproval and disdain in his heart.

   In his opinion, the war two hundred years ago was stupid enough. A group of people smashed the two worlds into ruins for their inexplicable beliefs, and everyone had to live a hard life together.

   Now that it has become like this, it is even more stupid and hopeless.

  A group of old people who have been lying in the grave, unwilling to bring failure and shame into the grave to reflect, but also chattering and pointing fingers at young people like them.

   To put it bluntly, he doesn't care about mutant slime mold at all, and he's not interested in worrying about it for the wastelanders outside, and he doesn't understand why he cares about their lives.

   Wouldn't it be better to just let them die?

   are all dead, and there will be no wasteland.

  However, seeing the old man approving, Odo agreed against his will for the sake of his supporters.

  “…this is truly a marvel, and they have a lot to learn from them.”

  The old man nodded slowly, and stared at the young child in front of him with cloudy pupils.

   "I'm glad you think so... To make a long story short, I'm worried that I won't pay attention and have been in a daze for a long time. My time is not worth your precious youth waiting."

   Paused, he continued in a gentle tone.

   "I want you to do one thing."

   Otto sighed in his heart, and sure enough he came again, but he still maintained his respectful expression and humble attitude and continued.

   "Please tell me."

  The old man continued speaking slowly.

"You and them are both survivors of the River Valley Province, but I noticed that you are not very close, which is unwise. I hope you can get along more harmoniously and expand more on the issues facing all mankind. cooperation... For example, now is a good opportunity."

   Otto was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile.

   “We…are not opposed to cooperation, but it’s hard to say whether they will.”

   Still the same as before, the old man never considered the status quo when he came up with ideas.

  The Buguera Free State and the Union are rivals in regional affairs, and the diplomatic relations between the two parties have not been harmonious from the very beginning, and there are even quite frictions.

   Not to mention whether they can establish friendly diplomatic relations with the alliance, the key is that in their diplomatic strategic map, the alliance is not a good partner at all.

   Even its existence was a mistake from the start.

  The Bone Chewing Rebellion should have destroyed everything from the middle to the south of the River Valley Province, paving the way for the free state to expand southward like a prairie fire that was "inconvenient to do it yourself".

  The previous mayor even planned to join forces with the legion's eastward expansion faction in Qingquan City.

As a result, because of this alliance that came out of nowhere, it took in the fleeing refugees and defeated the Bonechewers and the Legion's eastward expansion faction, so that their plan was completely wiped out, and hundreds of millions of investments were made. It's gone.

  Although Otto is not a pro-legionist, or even a pro-enterprise faction that is completely contrary to the political views of the former mayor, they have one thing in common, that is, they desire real freedom.

  The survivors of Buguera are unwilling to be puppets of a grave.

   However, whether seeking help westward or eastward, the alliance entrenched in the southern part of the River Valley Province is the biggest obstacle.

  Odo wished that the alliance would blow up into a ball of fireworks tomorrow, how could it be possible to establish cooperation with those wastelanders on an issue they didn't care about at all.

  They are even more willing to contact the Torch Church in the south!

   But these cannot be said, and it doesn't make any sense to say them.

   That old thing is too old, he can't listen to other people's opinions, and he doesn't care what other people care about. There are only dying fantasies and unrealistic longing for the past in those cloudy pupils.

   His greatest sin was living too long.

  People shouldn’t live that long.

   "Have to try, don't you?"

   Unaware that the child in front of him was cursing cursingly in his heart, the old man smiled faintly and continued speaking in a gentle tone.

"Go ahead and try it, as if this is the task I assigned to you. If you pass the test, I will increase the amount of energy supplied to you by 15% for the next five years. Of course, if you fail to complete it, I can only regret it." Appropriately raise energy prices for the next three years... I hope you understand that I am persuading you in this way, which is a necessary urging."

  Although the Buguera Free State also has its own solar, wind, and geothermal power generation facilities, these renewable energy sources alone cannot support the consumption of the entire settlement.

  The Great Rift Valley provides more than 70% of the energy consumption of the Free State, and this is one of the reasons why this city that never sleeps can rise from the wasteland.

  After more than a dozen generations, he doesn't know what the boys think today, and he doesn't know how to communicate with them, but it's always a good idea to use energy as a bargaining chip to persuade them to obey.

  A century and a half ago, those poor people needed energy to light a fire to keep out the cold. Today, a century and a half later, their children need energy to support a luxurious life.

   It doesn't matter what they do with that energy, it's all the same to him. Moderate rewards and punishments can mobilize children's enthusiasm.

  He tried this method time and again.

   These inheritances belong to them after all, he is just guiding them properly.

   Just as the old man expected, the young man slowly lowered his head and said respectfully.

   "Remember your teachings, we will try."

   There was a gratified smile on the old man's face.

  However, his cloudy pupils didn't pay attention. When Otto lowered his head and said these words, he couldn't help clenching his fist hidden under the table...

  This humiliation.

   Sooner or later, he will pay back double!

  (end of this chapter)