This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 715 The rising sun from the pier is illuminating the port

   "Wasteland OL" official website.

  The forum is as lively as ever.

   This place seems to have become the most well-informed information distribution center in the entire wasteland. Although the scale is not as good as the endpoint cloud of Ideal City, the territory that straddles the two worlds is something that the latter cannot catch up with on a warp speed spacecraft.

No family members: "Big news! A new 'Shadow Port' has been added to the southern border between King Gallon Port and the Xilan Empire! The key landmark 'Abandoned Ship Township' hotel is the abandoned freighter stranded on the beach! A conversation with the bartender can be Trigger the smuggling mission! Unusable Xilan coins can be used there!"

  Flying Pig: "666!"

   Lai Gen Latiao: "Boss! Is there a level requirement? (color

  No family members: "No! Just be careful with your waist! If you don't worry, you can bring two strength animals. Of course, one iron can from our Burning Corps is enough! (Show teeth

  No family members: "Ah! By the way, people from the empire will go there at night, and friends who are interested in smuggling try to go there during the day! Or train a few NPC agents to go there for you!"

   Shortly after the post.

  Professional players who are active in the Jin Gallon Port area poured in one after another, and built hundreds of posts on the post in just ten minutes.

   Lao Bai, who was puzzled by Fang Chang's riddle for a long time, finally saw this post, and couldn't help complaining back to the cattle and horses.

   "...Fuck, that's what happened."

  Fang Chang: "You finally found out? (squinting smile

  Old Bai: "However, don't you need to deal with smuggling?"

Fang Chang: "Look at the goods. The crops in Jingalun Port are mainly cash crops, and these things cannot be eaten. At this stage, all the goods that come in are the goods that the local people need, and they are also the goods that we need. Lose a little Taxes can export the accumulated inflation to Xilan, which is acceptable to the new authorities of King Galleon Port."

  In the market model of the classical era, the flow of inflation is the same as the flow of money, and the flow of goods is opposite.

  The reason why the alliance can distribute inflation evenly to all allies is largely due to the flow of silver coins from the hands of the managers into the pockets of others. And the allies of the alliance are willing to pay for this insignificant price for some greater benefit.

   Not only in the game, but also outside the game. The participants in the "Bank Exchange" are not only players, but also some cloud players who follow suit. The exchange ratio between silver coins and other currencies reflects a similar supply and demand relationship. And every auction can cause the price of silver coins to fluctuate greatly, and it can be clearly seen that this supply and demand relationship is reflected in the lots at the auction.

  Jingalun Port is the same, not only the money stored in the treasury of the emperor of the Xilan Empire, but also a large number of nobles and private banks who are ready to sell the Xilan coins in their hands. And "shadow ports" like Jiaotou Bay provide them with a channel.

  The people on the opposite side accept Xilan coins, which can provide them with goods that are piled up in the empire but urgently needed in the Jin Gallon port. And they can use these goods to exchange "new money" linked to silver coins-gallons from workers, factories, shopkeepers, etc.

  Emperor Xilan thought that imposing an embargo would cause the collapse of Jin Gallon Port, but he may have forgotten that the effect of force is mutual.

  There are too many villages, settlements, and even noble manors around the Golden Galleon Port, and the Golden Galleon Port is needed to digest the piles of goods with a single variety.

  Golden Port is only facing the inflation of Xilan currency, so what they are facing is more serious deflation.

If they can't sell the mountains of goods, they can only dump them into the Yongliu River. In order to prevent this from happening, the local nobles will try their best to open up the import and export channels of the border, whether it is to buy the border The army still used its authority to exert pressure.

  The embargo was announced when the authority of the royal family had been damaged by the defeat of the Gray Wolf Army. To a large extent, that His Majesty did something that hurt a thousand enemies and ten thousand himself.

  Once new interest groups are formed in the local area, maybe the two armies on the border will have to become warlords who "will not accept the orders of the emperor abroad".

  If this game is so real.

Fang Chang: "...The Jiaotou Bay should be a new one. In fact, some people were doing this business just after the ceasefire. According to my observation, the most lively water floating ports are mainly in the west of Yongliu River. Along the northern coast, where the Black Panther Army is the actual control area, at night, all the boats floating on the Yongliu River are walking water."

Fang Chang: "Some nobles in Jingalun Port sent the Xilan coins in their hands there to exchange them for double-headed cattle, white sugar, gravel, flax, spices and other goods, but the transportation capacity of the inland port is limited. If Jiaotou Bay can If it develops, maybe it will make us dump Xilan coins faster."

  Guangfeng: "When your Xilan coins are used up? (Curiosity

  Fang Chang: "At that time, the reconstruction of King Gallon Port will be almost completed, and the survivors of the Xilan Empire will be interested in things other than waste paper."

  Ye Shi: "MMP, if I knew it, I would have messed with you guys. (Funny

  Old Bai: "By the way, are you still in Dawn City?"

  Ye Shi: "I haven't stayed there for a long time. As soon as the save file of Ice Sea City was opened, the two of me and Kuangfeng passed by."

  Guangfeng: "To be precise, there is also that college NPC named Jiang Xuezhou and Jiujiu. (Squinting eyes and laughing

  Fang Chang: "We are separated by thousands of miles. (laughing and crying

  Ye Ten: "Small problem, at least it's still on one planet. (Funny

  Gust: "+1."

  …

   There may be a vacuum of order, but there is one thing that does not.

   That's power.

  Once there is a vacancy, new ones will be filled immediately.

   Both good and bad.

  Even if there is only a momentary gap...

  On the second day after the first "Investment Attraction" dinner in Port King Gallen came to an end, the gate of the City Hall of Port King Gallen was full of people.

  The man wearing the exoskeleton walked to the door, turned on the speaker of the helmet, and shouted at the crowded crowd.

   "Everyone be quiet and don't squeeze."

"Our rule here is that the bidding is not in order. Admission qualifications, review standards, procedures, etc. have been posted on the bulletin board. Participate! Anyone!"

   At this time, someone shouted from the periphery of the crowd.

   "Master! Can pigeon people do it?"

   "I said it, anyone!" [Half-year-old] looked at the turbulent crowd and shouted, "Also, don't call us master! The alliance doesn't have such a thing!"

  The crowd crowded in front of the city hall suddenly burst into warm applause and cheers, and some people looked unhappy, but for the sake of money, they could only endure it.

  Looking at the young man who arched his hands and thanked him a thousand times, Ban-year-old Yan waved his hand with a smile, but then he suddenly came back to his senses.

etc.

   This guy is a pigeon?

  …

  In just one day, nearly 200 bidding documents were received for 37 infrastructure construction projects, and more than half of them were from Silver Moon Bay and life and professional players active in the Jin Gallon Port area.

  It took three full days to do background checks and capital verification.

In the past three days, Fang Chang found more than a dozen players who had worked in the municipal department or had held administrative jobs in large companies from the Burning Corps and the players who were active in the surrounding area. The newly recruited 200 civil servants were familiar with the business while completing the review of the more than 200 bidding documents.

  After excluding more than 100 companies and individuals with unqualified qualifications or serious false and concealed circumstances, a total of 22 infrastructure projects were finally found with specific responsible companies or individuals.

  The remaining 15 projects are mostly heavy asset projects, such as the reconstruction of main roads and highways, the construction of port freight railways, civil railways, etc. Without a certain strength, even if you are greedy for the considerable follow-up income behind it, you can't afford it.

  Although the Gold Gallon Hong Kong Bank does not fully implement the "100% reserve" system, it is not necessary to prepare 1 silver coin for the issuance of 10 gallons, but the banknotes printed should not deviate too much from the silver coin reserve, otherwise it will cause systemic financial risks.

  The method of printing money and lending money to contractors, and forcing the skinny to become fat will not work here.

  The fragile local economic conditions have no basis for "spending money in this life in the next life", and the survivors who are already eating dirt can't suffer any more.

Ever since, Fang Chang, the chief executive officer of Baiyue Company, set up a discussion group on the forum and called all the shareholders of Baiyue Company together to hold a general meeting of shareholders. After explaining the situation of the project, they voted and finally decided These 15 asset-heavy projects are funded by Baiyue Company.

   This approach is actually exactly the same as that of Shuguang City when it was engaged in infrastructure construction.

That is, the powerful shelter collective holding company will gnaw down the most difficult and necessary bones, wait until the cake grows bigger, and then let the managers take action, slowly distributing the cake to other local Survivors, let the latter also follow suit.

And those "cow and horse groups" that have grown into giants follow the alliance's army or caravans, go out from the alliance's territory, and create new profit growth points on the broader wasteland—such as Ideal City, Luoxia, etc. Province, the Boulder City before the reform, even the Free State and the Falcon Kingdom with bad relations, etc.

  In fact, both Potato Chips Port and Golden Gallon Port are the products under the guidance of this model, but the strategies implemented by players in the two places are quite different due to different specific situations.

   After the 37 infrastructure projects of Jin Gallon Port are all completed, the economic aggregate of this port may even surpass Silver Moon Bay and become a new trade hub on the Borneo Sea.

  After all, Yinyue Bay is only backed by a kingdom with a population of one million, but here itself is a settlement with a population of one million, and behind it is a feudal dynasty known as a thousand races and gods.

In this sense, the 37 ongoing infrastructure projects at King Gallon Port and hundreds of projects spontaneously formed by the people, as well as the ongoing port and submarine pipeline construction projects at Chips Port, are of great importance to those who are trying to convert waste soil It's just as important for the coalition that the survivors of the world unite.

  The latter is a visible bond.

  The former is invisible, but real...

  …

  The sky in June is like a child's face. One second the port is still covered with dark clouds, and the next second the vicious sun hangs in the sky.

  It was just early seven o'clock. The whole port was already hot like noon, and even the seagulls around the mast were screaming that they were dying of heat.

  Palu, who was on duty, yawned and was going to stand under the duty booth for a while.

  Last time seems to be about the same time, maybe a little earlier.

Standing here, he just yawned, and when he opened his eyes, he knocked out the governor and His Majesty here. That naughty Mandal directly became a police officer in the port area. Harry was even worse, and directly became the sheriff of the entire settlement.

   Sheriff.

   It is undoubtedly a new word for King Galleon Port.

   After all, as we all know, except for the real guards in the port area, there are no patrols in other places. If there is a murder or the nobles’ cats and dogs are lost, no one will take care of them even if they report to the police.

Girls from rich families don’t go to small alleys at all, and the population of poor families keeps changing. According to statistics, how many people are in each family this year, and how many people are there next year? How do the dead people die? It was thankless work.

  They are like grass growing on red soil. After the spring breeze blows, one crop after another, and now a group of guys who treat them as human beings have finally come, which is really cheap for them.

   Palu felt that this was somewhat due to his yawning.

  After all, if he hadn't been lazy, the city defense army might have discovered that a group of vicious guys had landed at the port earlier, and General Alyan of the Gray Wolf Army would not have suffered the defeat outside the city.

   It would be great if I could beat the Alliance away with another yawn. After all, it is very annoying to be kicked on the nose by a group of "snakes, rats, insects and birds".

  He just wants those high-spirited gentlemen to call him police officer or sir politely, and he doesn't want to be equal to those inferior people who are born lowly.

For example, in the past, he could use the **** of his gun to teach those servants at will, but now if he did something and couldn't explain why, those "iron men" would go to greet his dear Sheriff Mandal, and the latter was reprimanded There are 10,000 ways to make him unable to express his suffering.

  It won't work if it's bad.

  Those iron men are very smart, they never look for them, they only look for their leaders, and they directly pinch their vital leaders.

   It is precisely because of this that although he has no feelings for this position, he still has to put on an appearance of impartial law enforcement.

  Fortunately, the port today is as peaceful as ever. The construction site is full of dust, people are coming and going on the road, and the busy people have no leisure time to make troubles.

Whether it is the businessmen shuttled on the pier, or the laborers carrying boxes between the warehouse area and the pier, they are all racking their brains and working hard so that they can have two more "gallons" in their pockets. . Even the seagulls flying in the sky are busy grabbing the French fries from the iron men and their bears.

  If he didn't recall carefully, he would almost forget what happened here more than a month ago...

   At this moment, there was a sound of jingling bells outside the duty booth, and a bicycle with a police plate slammed to the door.

   One of them flipped his legs vigorously and got out of the car. A young man in police uniform hurriedly opened the door and stepped into the duty booth, stuffing a thick briefcase into the yawning Palu's arms.

   "Please send this item to the branch office north of Knight Road, the one next to the station, they are in a hurry to use it."

   Seeing that it was almost time to get off work, Palu couldn't help asking.

   "Why am I going?"

  This young man's name is Bashak, and he looks a bit like a Yorkie. He is a newly recruited guard.

  Although his colleagues in the Security Bureau have a good opinion of him, he is not only warm-hearted, but also agile, and he is more serious in his work, but to be honest, Palu doesn't like this Ratman boy very much.

   One is naturally because of this guy's identity, and the second is that this guy is a little too enthusiastic about this new job, and he doesn't have the dignity of being a security guard at all.

   Are you in such a hurry to get the praise of those iron men?

   "You are about to leave the night shift, and your family lives there, so just drop by and bring it for me." The rat-man boy put his hands together with a smile, "Please, please, I will bring you breakfast tomorrow!"

   "..."

  Although Palu rolled his eyes speechlessly, thinking of getting off work early and having a free breakfast, he reached out and took the sealed file bag, and stepped out the door.

  Looking at Palu who was walking towards the distance with his legs wide open, he shouted.

   "Don't you ride a bike?"

   "I don't know how to ride that thing." Palu snorted, always feeling that the kid was showing off the benefits he got from the Iron Man, and his voice couldn't help being a bit unpleasant.

   What is the air.

   That bicycle is not yours!

  Bashak didn't care, and said with a hearty smile.

   "This thing is very convenient. It is said that the guards of Dawn City also ride this thing, and they have one more battery than us! If you are free some other day, I can teach you! If someone teaches you, you won't be afraid of falling."

   "No need."

  Palu turned his back to him, impatiently waved the file bag in his hand, and left the street at a faster pace.

  Everything is changing here.

  Whether it's something on the street or a person on the street, when he accidentally wakes up, it always makes him feel abandoned by everyone.

  Tulip Street used to be full of nobles and ladies in long skirts and dresses, but now even annoying mice have mixed in.

   It must be Ah Xin, the family over there.

  Palu looked at the mansion that once belonged to the Willant people not far away, and unconsciously there was a trace of disgust and disgust in his eyes, as if he was looking at a piece of cake that was bitten by a mouse.

  Willant people rely on their hard work and bravery to earn their family property, but it was snatched by a rat who was doing stealth. I really don’t know what is so good about this so-called order.

  If he had a choice, he would definitely prefer to go back to the era of Governor Nihak. People at that time were much more polite than they are now...

   Quickened his pace and left the depraved No. 1 Tulip Street, Palu quickly crossed the knight road that separated the rich district from the poor.

  It is a ring road around Tulip Street.

   A **** battle broke out between the City Defense Army and the Alliance, which were loyal to the Governor, but now there are no traces of the battle here.

  The houses covered with bullet holes and the streets turned upside down by shells were completely demolished.

  Recently, the alliance has been doing a lot of construction work here. Not only have the bombed roads been demolished, but even the roads that were originally good have been turned upside down, making the nearby streets soaked in dust all day long.

  The security sub-station near the station construction site that Bashak mentioned is nearby.

  While walking there, Palu glanced at the pit surrounded by the isolation belt, and saw a few shirtless laborers carrying thick and heavy pieces of wood as pillows on the ground.

  He has seen that kind of wood in the port warehouse area, and it seems that the cargo ship rented by Baiyue Company was pulled over from the French fries port.

  Golden Gallon Port had never imported this kind of thing before, and he didn't know what the workers were using for this thing, so he cleared his throat and shouted in a tone.

   "What are you doing?"

  The workers who were busy ignored him, and couldn't hear him shouting amidst the clanging voices.

  The workers who had just got off work and were resting looked up and saw the police uniform on his body. They thought he was here for interrogation, so they explained.

   "Master, this is the construction site of the Alliance, and we have a construction permit."

  The expression of respect and awe made Palu's face show a somewhat comfortable expression, he pretended to nod, and continued.

   "Hmmm! Permission is all it takes... Iron Man's construction site has to be done well, don't steal or play tricks, we'll catch you and you'll have something to eat!"

  Although he doesn't like the alliance, he would never dare to find fault with the alliance's construction site.

   Several men showed innocent expressions when they heard the words.

   "How dare we, officer."

   "Yes, the foreman is very strict!"

   "And don't talk about being lazy... We just want to work for a while, and each shift can only work ten hours a day. If we do it again, not only the performance and wages will be counted on the next shift, but also have to be punished!"

   Palu froze for a moment, not understanding why he was punished for working too much.

  But he didn't ask in detail, he just coughed and asked another more curious thing.

   "What is this repairing?"

   "Railway!" A worker replied with a smile.

   Palu froze for a moment.

   "Railway? What are you doing building that thing?"

  Several workers looked at each other, not knowing what to answer, but one of them looked at the clever young man and shouted.

   “To modernize the port.”

   "Modernization?" Palu murmured, "I've never heard that word before."

   "Coincidentally, we don't actually know, it's all those iron men who are talking about it! Anyway, we just know that this thing can transport things!"

  The young man had just finished speaking with a smile, when someone next to him added, "It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it, you can earn money anyway!"

   Palu couldn't help asking.

   "Where is this going to take the goods?"

   A tanned worker replied.

   "The ones that are buried underground are used to pull people, and the ones that go around the port are used to pull goods. There are other construction teams working there. It is not the same project as ours. You have to ask them where to pull the goods."

   "Pull people?!" Palu's eyes widened, and his eyes were filled with disbelief that these few sticks could pull people away.

   Seeing his shocked appearance, the young man said with a smile.

   "Yes! I heard that the car runs very fast on the track. People who live in the suburbs can come to work in the port area in the future!"

  Palu opened his mouth and couldn't help but continue to ask.

   "Then... how much will you pay? How much will the iron men pay you a month?"

   Speaking of the wages paid, the dark-skinned worker grinned at the corner of his mouth and said with a smug smile.

   "2200 gallons!"

   "2200 gallons?!"

  Hearing this number, Palu was taken aback again, and secretly calculated it in his heart.

   Isn't this...

  Can you exchange fifty-five kilograms of corn? !

Recently, many citizens of Golden Gallon Port have learned the skills of cooking corn and cornmeal from the iron men. Imitating the diet of those iron men has become a new fashion for the citizens of this settlement. The price of corn has also changed from the original one gallon to one tael , rose to 2 gallons a tael.

  Equivalent to 20 gallons per catty.

  But if you buy coarse grains such as black beans or chickpeas that are transported by water, you only need about 8 gallons per catty!

  As for Xilan coins, they rarely appear in stalls frequented by citizens. It is said that only some big shots can use them for business.

  Palu couldn’t figure out how many catties of beans could be exchanged for 2,200 gallons, but he only got 1,800 gallons after working for a month.

  The income of these coolies is even higher than his!

   "Why are there so many!? I remember that the recruitment... didn't it say 1600 gallons?" Palu couldn't help but asked jealously.

  The workers said with a smile again.

   "That's the basic salary! In addition to the basic salary, we also got a bonus of 600 gallons last month!"

   "The foreman told us that as long as we work fast and well, and let those iron men nod, we can even get as much bonus as our salary!"

   "I'm fine, do you want to rest for a while?"

   "Let's go back together...I'll go buy some steamed buns later."

   "I'll drop by and get some refried beans."

   "Where did you get the booze?!"

   "Hey, let me tell you quietly, those iron men never finished drinking..."

   A group of people seemed to have had enough rest, climbed up from the pit along the ladder, and returned the work hats to the shelf beside them.

  Palu looked at them blankly, as if he saw something different from the sweaty lads, but couldn't explain why.

  In the past, many people worked as coolies, but he had never seen anyone who could still smile after work.

No-

   To be precise, he has never seen those slaves finish their work, let alone have a chance to think about what to eat after work.

  Maybe…

  The world has really changed.

   Palu left with a worried expression on his face, went to the next branch of the Port Guard Bureau, and found the director of the branch here after being reminded by his colleagues.

  Knocking on the door of the office, he walked in. Fortunately, he saw that the branch chief sitting there was about the same age as him, in his thirties.

   Moreover, the lighter complexion looks like a citizen who is rarely exposed to wind and rain, and his knowledgeable temperament is more like a decent cultural person.

  Palu subconsciously took on some humility, slowed down the pace of entering the door, and handed out the file bag in his hand with a friendly smile.

   "Basiac asked me to bring it."

  The bureau chief glanced at him and said in surprise.

"So fast?"

   As he spoke, he quickly reached out to take the file bag from Palu, tore off the seal, took out a thick stack of documents inside, and flipped through it roughly in his hand.

   After a moment, he nodded approvingly.

   "That's right, thank that kid for me later, I will write to your branch office to thank him for his cooperation."

  Although he felt a little jealous, Palu still nodded with a smile on his face.

   "I'll pass it on for you."

   Speaking of this, he paused again, and couldn't help asking a question.

   "By the way, Director, I can conveniently ask... What are these papers?"

  The bureau chief took a sip of tea from his cup, moistened his throat, and said concisely.

   "Household Registration Documents."

   Palu froze for a moment.

   "Household registration?"

"That's right, at the request of those iron men. Recently, many refugees swam from the Yongliu River. According to them, there was a famine in several nearby villages. The Governor's Office asked us to establish an identity authentication system for local residents as soon as possible, at least first. Register their names, ages, genders, street where they live, etc... Your port area is full of status people, but our side is more troublesome, there are shacks everywhere, some guys who work in the port I didn’t go home for several days, thanks to your cooperation.”

   As he said that, the branch chief who was sitting at the desk pinched the center of his brows with a headache, and it was obvious that he had been worrying about this matter for a while.

   After hearing this, Palu was stunned for a while.

  He did hear a little rumor that the Governor's Office planned to issue something called an ID card to the residents of King Galleon Port.

  At that time, he was still rejoicing in his heart that these iron men finally planned to do something really good, such as completely distinguishing the rat people from the crowd for them, but he didn't expect that only these things were registered.

"Just... register these?" Palu couldn't help asking, looking at the branch chief expectantly, hoping to hear words such as "almost forgot" or "remembered" from his mouth .

  However, to his disappointment, the man just looked at him blankly.

   "That's all, what else?"

   "It's nothing..." Palu suddenly lost his mind, turned and left the office under a pair of confused eyes.

  In fact, he was quite looking forward to the picture of a horse on the certificate.

  Although the horse race is not a particularly noble race, it is still much better than those snakes, mice, insects and birds...

  Palu, who left the police station, dragged his tired body and walked towards home. The rising sun made his neck and back a little hot.

  Muttering curses on the mouse that stole his time home, he quickened his pace to get back before the street heated up.

  However, just as he stepped over the door, the eight o'clock bell sounded from the direction of the port, startling a seagull lying on the eaves.

  Palu's old face blushed involuntarily.

   Until then he realized that today he got home much earlier than usual...

  …

  Just after eight o'clock when the sun was coating Jin Gallon Harbor with a golden layer, the sky on the west coast of Borneo Province was still a hazy twilight.

  A majestic giant freighter is slowly approaching the newly built concrete pier, and connected to the pier is a moss-like shack growing densely on the yellow soil.

  A man in a straight military uniform was standing on the deck, looking at the port in front of him with a smile on his face, bathed in the morning light.

"Xifan Port, Xifan City, and even the fertile Nasit State adjacent to it...everything here is our spoils, and it's also the spoils of your father, Mr. Benoit. Pick a better one Take a picture of it from the angle, remember to let the morning light just shine on the bow of our boat, I like the feeling of sparkling."

  Penny, who was standing behind him, sighed helplessly, took a few pictures towards the port and the bow, and then said while shaking her hair that fell on her shoulders.

"Then I'm afraid we'll have to stay on deck for another hour...and, Honorable Governor Huye, you don't have to teach me how to take pictures, I know how to make your boat look big and beautiful. Either I give you the camera, you How about taking pictures for me?"

  The man was taken aback when he heard the words, and then laughed heartily a few times, but he didn't reach out to take the camera.

   "As expected of Mr. Benoit's daughter!"

   "Then leave it to you!"

  (end of this chapter)