This Game Is Too Realistic

In the wasteland, there are more than 500,000 people living in a large settlement, but to be honest, there are only more than 500,000 people. If it were placed in Triumph City or Ideal City, the commotion of thousands of people would be nothing more than booing.

But in the long-standing evil of Boulder City, this noise became the fuse that triggered all crises, and almost caused its front teeth to fly out.

At noon the next day, Alec, the security chief of Weijia Trading Company, rubbed his red wine nose and climbed out from the pile of wine bottles.

Sometimes he feels that he is actually an awakened person, but his awakening is not so obvious. Once he followed his boss to the northern suburbs and sat in the lobby of the Highway Town Hotel. He clearly saw that those blue-coated men who were called the Awakeners couldn't stop drinking five or six bottles, but he was the real one who could drink a thousand glasses.

It is precisely for this reason that the boss always takes him with him.

On the one hand, he is indeed big enough to intimidate the malnourished workers, and on the other hand, his drinking capacity is an indispensable pastime at the party. The boss and Yantou smiled and hugged each other, and at this time he Get drunk wisely.

Shaking his groggy head, Alec picked up the clothes thrown aside, moved his stiff neck and prepared to go back to the factory to sleep again. However, the door of the box opened with a crash, and the disheveled Vijia walked out in a hurry. He came in, followed by the expressionless secretary Aron.

"Damn it, are you a pig? You're still sleeping at this time!"

Seeing the expression on the boss's face, Alec immediately realized that something was wrong, and asked quickly regardless of his splitting headache.

"Boss, what happened?"

"What happened? You didn't even know how well you accomplished what I asked you to do!"

Seeing Weijia spitting like flying stars, Alec felt puzzled for a while, scratched the back of his head and said cautiously.

"You mean that Sperger who reads the newspaper? I have contacted Felice and arrested him."

Weijia's nose was so angry that she crooked, and she cursed angrily.

"I asked you to arrest him, but I didn't ask you to arrest everyone! Without those poor people, who will do the work? Do you expect the assembly line to start moving on its own? Or do you go up there?"

Alec was shocked.

"How is that possible! I, I saw that Phyllis only took away one person!"

"But now they're all in!" Weijia gritted her teeth, "I still have to find a way to fish them out!"

Aron, the secretary who was following me, coughed heavily.

"I asked, those workers went in on their own, and they claimed that they would never leave any of their fellow workers behind. That workers' union is the source of all evil. If we don't find a way to break them up, their numbers will spread quickly like a virus, and I'm afraid it will endanger them. Not one factory, but everything."

Weijia Trading Company not only has good-tasting food processing plants, but also has many food-related industries.

Weijia's expression changed slightly.

"I can only ask Mr. Sid to handle it."

Sid nodded.

"That's what I suggest. Also, it's best to bring in some people from outside the city. They are not skilled, but the production line cannot be stopped."

If it definitely can't be done, Weijia really wants to ask that adult, but the matter is no longer something I can handle.

It's like surrounding copper mines to hedge against the risk of inflation. When everyone does this, the method of "causing bugs" will be ineffective, and in the end only the alliance's mines will laugh out loud.

If only one person refuses to work, just change someone else, but if everyone does the same, the method of dismissal becomes a joke. Using such despicable methods, these people are so immoral!

Looking at the boss's back, Alec quickly followed him, getting dressed and walking out, mumbling.

"Are these people crazy? Go to jail yourself."

The place was dark, sour, and airtight. What's so good about it

Inner city mansion.

Sid was sitting on the sofa, staring at the trading machine intently. The expression on his face was sometimes happy, sometimes frowning, and suddenly he slapped his thigh and cursed, and then slapped him again. Well done.

His moody look made all the servants who loved to flatter him stay away from him, except for his wife who was closest to him.

Looking at her husband sitting on the sofa, Bonnie had a hint of doting on her face. She felt that her husband was like a child sometimes, getting younger and younger as he lived.

"My dear," she put her hand through his shoulder and propped her arm on the sofa, saying softly, "you have been staring at it all day, don't you take some time to look at me?"

Sid removed his eyes from the palm-sized screen and looked at his beautiful wife, twitching his stiff facial muscles to force a smile.

"I just wanted to see our son's results." Bonnie couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

He didn't even notice that he had changed his perfume. The palm-sized screen seemed to cast a spell, grabbing his attention firmly.

Completely unaware of his wife's loss, Sid felt complacent in his heart. Through repeated swing trading and a moderate increase of 6 million chips, the value of S coins in his account had approached 10 million!

But the investment is definitely worth it.

Because just now, the S coins worth 10 million chips jumped to another level and became 11 million! He has already made back his additional investment!

Sid's face lit up with a smile. In fact, making money is not that difficult. Maybe this is the talent brought by blood.

Every time he thought about this, he couldn't help but feel proud of his son. That bastard was indeed promising! As expected of him!

I hope that the relationship between Kumit and Jixiu can be as close as that between their fathers, and that this unbreakable bond can be passed down to the next generation.

That is much more important than doing a big career.

The reason why landlords are landlords is because they do not know how to unite. When the wolf comes, they can only run with their tail between their legs. The reason why nobles are nobles is because the palace is not a palace of one person. Even if the wolf comes, they can only give them extra food.

At this time, the housekeeper came from the side and saluted slightly.

"Sir, Mr. Vega is outside."

"Weijia?" Sid frowned, "What is he here for?" The housekeeper bowed and said.

"He said he had to visit you for something, and it was something very important. He was already waiting downstairs."

Bonnie got up from the couch and kissed her husband on the cheek.

"It's important to take care of business. Whether it's Liszt or Weijia, they are both good people who help us. Don't neglect them. You go ahead and do your work. I'll stay out of the way."

Sid nodded and watched the butler clear his throat.

"Let him come up."

"As commanded."

The housekeeper took the lead slightly, turned around and left. After a while, Weijia came over in a hurry from a short distance away.

The smell of alcohol on Weijia's body made Sid frown slightly, but he still suppressed his unhappiness and said calmly:

"What's got you in such a hurry?"

Vega said eagerly.

"Sir, something serious has happened!"

"Stop talking nonsense and get down to business." Putting the trading device on the table, Sid said casually impatiently while resting the screen.

"All the workers in our factory have been arrested!"

Weijia cried and told what happened yesterday. Sid was stunned for a moment and didn't understand. He repeated it again to try to understand the cause and effect.

"You bribed the guards in the industrial area and arrested the poor guy reading the newspaper, and then the other workers were also arrested? Can't you just let them out?"

This is not a difficult thing. Weijia said dumbfounded.

"No, that's not the case, the workers went in on their own!"

"Crazy!" Sid gave him a warning look, "You don't care what they do, just let those poor devils stay wherever they want."

"But most of the factory is deserted, and it's not just our factory. Master, one prick is nothing to be afraid of, but a group of pricks can turn into a thick sore. This is no small problem! This is a sign that something big is going to happen. ! No, we have to do something." Weijia swallowed her sleep and persuaded her earnestly.

Most of the factory is empty?

Sid was stunned for a moment, slightly aware of the seriousness of some problems, and became cautious.

This is not difficult to understand.

Just like the maids in his family, although they change often, it doesn't matter. He is a very tolerant person and never retains them, and will even give speeches at their weddings.

However, if all the maids were to resign, he would definitely not agree. After all, he couldn't let the dirty hands of the male servants comb his wife's hair, right?

"Tell me your plan." Weijia said patiently.

"I investigated in-depth, and the cause was a guy named Sperger, who was the thorny guy who read the newspaper. He established a workers' union, which is the root of all evil."

"Then what exactly did he do?"

"I haven't done anything wrong yet, and I can't say that I haven't done anything wrong yet."

"Okay, okay," Sid interrupted him impatiently, "It's a beetle, just kill him."

Weijia was startled by these words and said quickly.

"That won't work, sir, we can't do this! It's easy to trample a beetle to death, but its eggs will spread everywhere. Even if we want to kill him, we have to do it quietly and without talking about it. "

Sid was amused by this coward's statement.

joke.

He is a dignified family member. When did he need to explain to others when he killed someone?

Even if he had to give a reasonable reason to calm down the anger in the outer city, it would still be a headache for Dulong. Otherwise, what would he use to keep that dog?

But seeing Vijia's pleading look, Sid thought about it and let it go.

Looking away from this coward, he looked at the trading device on the table and said calmly. "Okay, I'll make a call later."

Weijia asked cautiously.

"Who are you going to give it to?"

Sid said impatiently.

"Let's find a prisoner to make that thing the head office. We don't have to use our own people."

He has a sense of detail in this kind of detail, and he won't just click on the house like those stupid boys like Kumit and Jixiu.

It is too easy to find a desperado in the wasteland. People who are willing to do things for him can line up from under his feet to the gate of the giant wall.

"It's Siberg. I know you won't be mistaken. This is just in case." Vijia reminded carefully.

Although this is not the best way, he is more inclined to bribe and divide, but his boss does not seem to want to do that kind of troublesome thing.

In fact, it’s not impossible.

Then leave it to this lord.

Seeing that Sid didn't seem to want to talk to her, Weijia muttered something in a low voice and planned to leave, but she saw that the adult's eyes were fixed on the screen on the table.

He seemed to have seen something similar in his son's hands. He heard that Kumit and Jixiu asked the boy to buy something called S coins.

Although he scorned him, he did not stop his son. Instead, he gave the bastard a large amount of money. After all, Sid is his master, and Moore is his master's friend. Although it doesn't sound very smart, it is smart to please these two big shots.

But what he didn't expect was that the famous Sid was also playing, and he was having so much fun that even his breathing and heartbeat kept up with the frequency of the lines.

Instinct told Weijia that this was not appropriate, but it was beyond his control.

"Sir, what is this thing? It looks quite novel." In order to suit his liking, Weijia pretended to see it for the first time and asked curiously.

With a common language, Sid was indeed interested in him again. He turned to look at the old dog that was getting older and said with joy.

"S coins! I've already made a million dollars, and the maid who combed my wife's hair has made a million chips. It's really a good investment project. Even people with no background can make a lot of money."

It is not honorable for a nobleman to personally earn chips. When he was chatting with his wife yesterday, he remembered that this seemed to be an ancestral precept.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, he and everyone else have always been very decent, and they have been able to follow the rules and not go beyond them even if they don't deliberately recall them.

Seeing Weijia's interested expression, he decisively took out an unregistered trading device and placed it in the hands of this loyal servant.

"Just play with it. You can think about it more when you have time. My friend, times have changed. The old ways of making money won't work. You have to learn to keep up with the times in order to keep up with the pace of young people."

"I hope you can become a true noble one day."

Taking the trading device with both hands, Weijia was moved to tears, not because of Kang's generous Mr. Sid who wanted to take him to make money together, but because Mr. Sid said "friend".

friend

What a beautiful word!

It had been a long, long time since he heard Master Sid address him so affectionately.

His money, his collections, the woman he likes, as long as Master Sid wants, he can donate it generously, just like his father's generation.

However, Mr. Sid would rather call Liszt, that wild dog from outside, friend several times than call himself friend when they are obviously in the same group!

We grew up together since childhood!

But today!

But he once again heard that long-lost and kind name!

Worth it!

"I will always be loyal to you, Master." Wei Zhu's eyes were filled with tears, and he clenched his fists unconsciously, "I, I will definitely repay you!"

"Why are you saying such disgusting words?" Sid glanced at him sideways, waved his hands in a good mood, and said with a smile, "Go on down, don't forget about business." "

"yes"

Weijia raised her sleeves and secretly wiped away her tears.

He bowed and exited the living room, and followed the housekeeper to the elevator.

It wasn't until he left the building and returned to his secretary Aron and bodyguard Alec that he put away the tears and joy that ran between his wrinkles.

Aaron didn't speak, and Alec scratched the back of his head, not understanding that there were tears in the corners of the boss's eyes. He had never seen anything like tears on the face of this big crocodile.

Weijia didn't say anything, just waved and led the two of them out of the inner city in silence.

He stopped at the junction of the inner city and the outer city, looked up at the bustling streets not far away, and silently took out a cigarette from his arms and put it in his mouth.

Alec immediately took out his gold-rimmed lighter and prepared to light it for his boss, but was pushed away by Vijia.

"Go away."

Weijia cursed, took out a box of matches from his pocket, struck them a few times, lit them, and lit them for himself.

In the mist of spring clouds, the flickering light of fire flashes.

The acrid smoke blurred the bustling streets, as if the whole world was soaked in it, but it seemed that he was the only one who was anesthetized.

Is this a wasteland?

Marauders don't dare to eat people here, and mercenaries don't dare to show off their ferocity here. Dogs with two heads can't get in here, and only docile cats rub against the shoes of beautiful girls.

It's a pity that he has never been to the paradise two hundred years ago and has no idea what a real Utopia looks like. It would be great if there was some way to take a look.

Weijia squinted her eyes, took a few long puffs, then threw the half-smoked cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out with her heel.

Alec didn't dare to say anything. He held the lighter and looked at the boss excitedly. Today's boss is a bit unusual.

He never lights cigarettes by himself, let alone steps on cigarette butts. 「

Aaron, we lost. "

Looking at the junction between the sky and the giant wall, Weijia suddenly said this.

Aaron was stunned for a moment, looked at his boss's expression, and then understood what he meant. He was silent for a moment and nodded silently.

Didn’t you lose?

He thought his boss had discovered it last month, but he didn't expect that the cunning Mr. Weijia was also not sober at times.

Alec couldn't help but panic in his heart. He couldn't understand what the two of them were talking about, let alone where they lost and who they lost to.

"Boss, what's wrong with you? Is that bastard Sberg upsetting you? I'm going to teach him a lesson for you right now!"

"Hey, what kind of thing is that? It deserves to be placed with me," Weijia shook his head and said mockingly, "I just realized that this is a war."

"War, war?" Alec leaned closer, and then frowned, "You want to say that it was Sperger who ordered the alliance to shrink those workers."

alliance?

Ha ha.

What a naive person. In the end, he still wants to lose a little more gloriously.

Weijia glanced at her dog and wanted to mock him with a few questions, but soon realized that she was essentially no different from him, so she lost interest and shook her head.

"Yes, war. If you don't understand what "our war with the wasteland has never ended" means, then just think about it as you can understand it. "

"This is war, a war between us and the Alliance. The country bumpkins and blue gophers from the northern suburbs finally couldn't help but fight, and the celebration started a month ago. They secretly hid the shells in They bought fireworks, and our respected Mr. Moore and Mr. Sid happily went over to wish them birthdays. I am also an idiot. It was only now that I discovered that a big shot with such a big head like me actually squatted down in a hole dug by an idiot. War situation."

What an irony.

He has been smart all his life, but this time he didn't understand everything until he had already lost.

In fact, it is not that they have no chance to prove something to the wasteland.

It would have been better if Moore had discussed this with himself, but it was a pity that he was too lazy to pay attention to his pug.

It would be nice if Master Sid paid a little more attention to his loyal old dog, but it is a pity that the master looks down on the old slave's ability more and more.

It would be nice if Sberg and those "workers" were a little more mature, steady, and aware of the general situation. Even if Dulong, who deserves to be stiff, spends a little more effort to coax them, even if he takes the wrong medicine.

House used his brain a little and made a rough draft before he tried to cheat.

Of course, I am not a pure white lotus, nor am I a good person. If I eat less, I can at least survive the wave of the coming year.

But what's the point?

The Wasteland doesn't end just by surviving one wave. And who in this city is not a gambler?

House, who was talking nonsense, probably didn't know that those poor people couldn't have diabetes. Maybe he was just losing his sight and deliberately raising his voice to cause trouble.

Dulong in the city hall knew that his old friend Governor Moore was making an extremely dangerous gamble, but the poor would not trouble him if they had a job, and the nobles would just take the same gamble as they did five years ago. He pushed him out to take the pot, so he not only turned a blind eye, but also wanted to help Merle

In the end, it was the idiot named Yeager who was laughed at by the nobles and the poor who was really doing good for Boulder City. Although he had no good intentions, he just

He wanted to replace his immediate boss Du Long and become the one holding the whip.

And Moer didn't know that the person sitting in front of him was an extremely dangerous ruthless man. That guy made several captains of the legion run away with their heads in their arms.

There was no regret on Weijia's face, only indifference to ridicule, not only for herself but also for everyone in the city.

Unfortunately, this numbers game that is coming to an end has nothing to do with mathematics.

Their opponents were not very skillful and even had unfamiliar skills, and they needed to borrow a few cards from their hands.

Maybe a fool can't do better. After all, a fool doesn't use all his strength in the tug of war, while other people don't have too many choices.

Were the people of Valeant just doing something wrong?

It must be a factory in Boulder City. In the economics of the enterprise, it is possible to win only by relying on alliances and terrible tricks. At most, the victory will be so small.

Of course, Weijia is not the first, the former is the most important, and the others are just the icing on the cake.

"You think you may be worrying less," Alec said cautiously. "Your weapons reserves and scale are still below those of the Alliance. You can always

You can't lift the table, but we dare to fight you. "

"Haha, weapon? Overturning the table?" Weijia finally looked at the confused Alec with a smile, and said in an urgent tone, "You are indeed my dog, you

He expects the assembly line to spin by itself, he expects the table to flip up by itself, he is such a talent! "

War is just for fun. The Alliance has not shown us once how to fight a total war. The entire alliance is divided at a low level, and everyone

All are protected like a rope, abandon all illusions, those who have no strength contribute their strength, and those who have no brains contribute their brains.

Our manager Dankang was mobilizing for war passionately, using the simplest language to tell the residents of the alliance that you were going to kill a hungry wolf, why you were going to kill it, and why you were able to defeat it. He even personally Residents with shelters are on the front lines.

Of course our opponents are also vegetarians.

Although the legion did not dare to expand the scale of the war, these Wilante officers also came to the rear line in person, otherwise our captains of ten thousand would be captured by the alliance one after another, and Gefenfen would lose every battle. The seventh card was played previously.

And Boulder City

Let Mr. Du Long charge and let these militia men, who hate to leave all their work to mercenaries, to go to the back line. Weijia completely imagined this scene.

Besides, have our mercenaries ever fought with the country bumpkins from the northern suburbs? We used the best equipment to get the most severe beatings. But there is no alliance at the moment. The country bumpkins use it. But at least half of them are iron tube rifles that have been eliminated.

Without the ability to mobilize weak mobilization personnel, this is equivalent to unplugging the power supply of the ICU.

Not to mention taking the little family to lift the table, the one who dared to lift the table the most was not Mr. Du Long himself. Fortunately, my old dog didn't have enough time to "prepare for a rainy day."

Yes.

Weijia ran away without any idea.

In fact, to be honest, I would rather live in Boulder City. Except for the wives and sons of other nobles, I dare to get involved there. I can’t go up there to do anything I want to do, and the wasteland inside is actually What does it have to do with a little guy like me?

At first, Weijia understood Moer's choice. The alliance obviously loved me, but I insisted on sticking my face to it. I also understand why this guy Sperger wanted to sell the factory, and it was obviously cheaper, just a little bit.

But now I suddenly understand.

I think I am a good person, and Master Dulong is so bad that I am so bad that I smoke, but in the end I am still a little stupid.

After all, I know how to use chips to please Master Du Long, but my Master Du Long expects to use the chips he sacrifices to tie himself up. It’s a pity. This villain knows what he wants from the very beginning. .

What I want is love. To be loved.

Although I am greedy for money, I have been short of money for four lifetimes. I worked so hard to get the white card, was it so that my childhood best friend Du Long could look down on me?

However, I feel that I am still a dog, not from birth, but from generation to generation, and the chain is tighter.

Maybe Moore is right. Real decency is not about wine and meat, but dignity. It will make people elegant and decent, but it will make people no longer animals, but people with no social attributes.

Under the useless man who can torture people into ghosts, this is something that can be bought with a few chips. People long for it from the bottom of their hearts and are willing to die for it, but Master Dulong swallows it all up.

Poor Dulong

Weijia was willing to give up this old man.

But the ship is sinking, and it’s finally time to say goodbye. I can hear the words "your friend" at the top

I'm not satisfied yet.

After glancing at Alec, who still came to his senses, Sid walked to the boss's side and asked in a heavy voice. "Do you want to contact this guest from the north?"

"Get in touch. Talk to this villain in person. After all, there are too few "goods" to sell. They can be packed and taken away in a day or two. By the way, he has to do something for you. Liszt can die, and everyone in the Workers' Association can die, so that you can do these things reasonably. "

Weijia thought for a moment and suddenly remembered something. She swept away the gloom on her face, smiled and hooked her hands on the shoulders, and patted both of us hard.

"Ah, before you worry, you would have doubled their salary. But before, you might have to use silver coins to pay your wages. They have to be a little unprepared."

Alec's expression showed no regrets, but after thinking about it, he smiled happily. That is actually bad.

After all, the gigolos on the street across the street don't even have cash registers anymore, and some of them even start a part-time business in currency exchange.

Sid said nothing. after all

Is that a matter of course? .

industrial area.

At the entrance of the Lixiao Youqiong Steel Factory, Meng Yueke looked at the eight bosses from the alliance at the door, shook his head regretfully and said:

"Sorry, they came a step late. You haven't sold the production line he mentioned yet.

Staring at the guy who seemed to come out of the emoticon, Ye Shi froze on the spot, like a frightened groundhog.

"ah!"

A few days later, Elder Brother Fang set his sights on the steel factory that supplied Jushi Military Industry. We immediately rushed over from Dawn City after finishing our respective affairs.

As a result, I thought that no one was slower than the dog's square length! That’s too much for a human being!

Lao Bai frowned, looked at Meng Yueke and asked. "Can you please tell me who the buyer is?" I still want to fight for it one more time.

"Sun Steel Factory, the person here to negotiate is a guy named Sun Shiqi. This person seems to be the boss of their alliance. I am a weirdo. I want to sign away the workers together, and I am also willing to pay for you the IOUs you prevaricated to these people. .”

Sberg also had doubts in his heart. It was too early to take action, otherwise when those people came, he would still be able to sit on the ground and shout for a higher price.

The equipment was sold at a low price for 70 million chips, and the benefit that fell directly to his hands was only two million silver coins.

What a waste!

Ye Shiyi cursed happily. "Tu! We were caught first!"

If you are not an NPC from another force, you cannot try to persuade or bribe him, but if you are an NPC from the alliance, in the words of Brother Fang, it is necessary to take this risk.

Even if it's just to avoid suspicion, you can touch them whenever you can.

Bi Jing's player manual clearly states that if you use the alliance residents' trust in the shelter residents to perform illegal transactions, and the amount involved exceeds a certain amount, the "camp BOSS" will personally come forward to make a decision. If the violation is minor, the transaction will be returned to the ground.

After all, according to the game settings, we swore an oath on the flag of the People's Federation before setting foot on that land. It does matter if you work, but if you do evil to your own people, you will have to be "cut off".

"Don't worry, you only have this one production line there, so there are few good things." Seeing that the customer wanted it so much, Sberg rolled his eyes and began to sell with a smile, "Besides, you can't help them matchmaking. , introduce them to other sellers who sell equipment."

As long as the price is in place, I can't even help negotiate.

Lao Bai didn't want to talk nonsense. He simply took out the list Fang Chang wrote to me.

"You don't have a list. Can he contact the persons in charge of the factories under the list?"

"Take a look, huh? That list doesn't look familiar at all," Sperger touched his chin, suddenly came back to his senses, took a breath and stared at the eight people behind him, "Hey, good guys, they are so...

Ye Shi coughed dryly and looked at me to tell me to be high-profile.

"By coincidence, what you are looking at is our civilian production line. The Alliance recently needs a small amount of cement and rebar.

Sperger stared at me as if he were looking at Toshiko, and almost wrote the words "Does he think you're smart?" written on his face.

Lao Bai was too lazy to explain to me and went straight to the point.

"That's wrong. Didn't you take it seriously? If he can help you negotiate the deal according to the quotation in the list, why don't you give him 70,000 silver coins as a reward?"

Sberg looked troubled. After a moment of determination, I shook my head.

"Too many! This is Mr. Yin Bosi's corner. You may know that I am directly responsible to the city lord. Even the little people in the inner city want to provoke me too much. It is only appropriate for you to help them."

The old white-faced man continued with a change of expression.

"Seventy thousand silver coins for an acquisition project will go to his personal account. He will negotiate for you, and you will give him 20% of the budget savings."

Upon hearing this, Sperger's face suddenly blossomed with joy, and he nodded vigorously as if he was afraid that the people behind him would regret it. "Deal! There's a problem!"

Matchmaking is too complicated for me!

I glanced at this quotation list, and the price given by the league boss cannot be said to be very generous. money.

In other words, I don’t have much room for negotiation, and I can sell these “junk” at a price that everyone is stingy about.

"Why is it so hot there?" After the deal was explained, Ye Shi's eyes fell on the factory in front of Meng Yueke, his expression not a bit strange.

I later heard Fang Chang say that it was one of the smallest steel plants in Boulder City, but I always felt like there was someone there. Siberg coughed, glanced left and right, and said loudly.

"They know that something happened yesterday and the prison was full." After smelling the four hexagrams, Ye Shi immediately became energetic and asked curiously.

"what's up?"

"You heard that the reason is that at the Haowei Food Processing Factory, no worker secretly removed the thread under the cutter, and I happen to be a member of the Workers' Association, so he is weird, right? Anyway, Weijia got angry. I came here to investigate and found out that the leader of the Workers' Association is actually from his own assembly line."

Looking at the eight league bosses looking at each other, Sperger said with regret.

"You guess these poor people want to use this method to get Weijia to give us the defective cans, but unfortunately our approach is too stupid. Weijia is an unknown stingy. It's also Weijia's fault. "Jingyin, that kind of thing happens not only once but twice. You must be Weijia, and you will do that, and you will definitely let people who have earned it for their hard work taste the sweetness!"

The wind looked at me blankly, laughing and crying. "It's okay to be rewarded for your hard work."

Ye Shi sighed.

"You are worthy of being the useless Shi Nanima, you are so damn white!"

The two of them spoke the language of another world. Sperger understood what I was saying, but it always seemed like a compliment.

Lao Bai is a straight man, and he can't bear to say it in Renlian dialect.

"Has he ever thought about lowering our treatment? What do you mean by blaming Weijia? If this idiot does his best, will the people in my hands choose to find it for themselves when they are full? "

Although the game is virtual, there are many exciting things in the wasteland. Compared with these slave traders, profiteers are nothing.

But after all, I come from a country with social ideals, and I am very loyal to my beliefs, so I naturally feel physiologically comfortable when I see the face of that profiteer.

Although Niu Ma Brick Factory is called Niu Ma, this is just a joke between the seven of us good brothers. Everyone knows that the real Niu Ma is only the seven bosses ourselves.

Even when the alliance was at its poorest, we would rather eat nutritious food ourselves and fight with the sheep's horns, but we would also use the 5 copper coins saved to buy fish for these stupid NPCs, even if some of these NPCs are simply us. of prisoners.

Sberg also understood that it was those inexplicable guys behind him, and just gave us a strange look.

"Lowering the treatment of these poor people? That's great. If you have done business, you should know that these poor people are good people. We will try our best to cheat and cheat. If he treats us a little better, We just slapped our noses and cheeks. And people get sleepy after eating. Of course, you are also saying that what they did is wrong, but you don’t have the same management method."

Ye Shi couldn't help but cursed: "Smile, he regards us as enemies, we are so anxious to give him a good look!"

Seeing that the faces of the eight customers were getting better and better, Sberg immediately realized that he was being flattered, so he quickly changed his words and hurriedly started the topic that might cause disagreement.

Because he knew exactly what those people thought, Sperger had the nerve to propose drinking together in the evening. After collecting the list, he found an excuse to go and get busy with important things.

I just want to sell my goods at a good price. While it's still possible to sell it.

That's all.

Looking at my leaving figure, Ye Shi suddenly sighed.

"What makes you inferior is that those guys can run away and live a more comfortable life than the people we have to make ends meet. And you still have to give me silver coins to help you introduce clients. Damn it!"

Money feeds the dog!

"This is the money to buy me a coffin. I'm sure I'll be honest and spend the rest of my life like old Brown. But I'm sure I'll stop. I plan to make a comeback, and I plan to bring this Boulder City routine to you. Here, you will punish me to bankruptcy as a matter of course. Remember the manager said, I will let better people out of the competition.

Winning, you doubt that I will keep my word. "

Lao Bai stared at the man's back with squinted eyes and continued.

"Those profiteers who have escaped are indeed a threat. You have to keep an eye on us and be wary of us sneaking up on your territory and enslaving your compatriots in different ways."

In the future, has there ever been a situation where a newcomer was deceived by an NPC? Although the newcomer rushed to the forum to show off, the scam was immediately revealed, right?

It is quite difficult for an NPC to cut off the player's raw material. Ye Shi had an idea.

"What if we write a proposal? Just nail that guy's coffin board shut and give me a chance to come out!"

The original law restricting the organ trade was not spontaneously created by closed beta players. There is no complete set of laws here on earth for us to refer to. In addition, the elder brother below is helping to provide advice, and the clever Professor Yang and brother Ye Ao are provoking. There is always a set of rules that fit the actual conditions of the wasteland.

It not only restrains players, but also restrains NPCs.

Since the next Beta 0.4, we have realized that the alliance is not the big village it used to be, and we can always count on the loyalty of the wastelanders to the managers.

Just like the Meng Yueke in front of us who is even willing to sell his soul.

There is no concept of loyalty outside this guy's dictionary. For the sake of profit, let alone calling white things white, I am even willing to lie on the ground and kiss the manager's leather boots.

And as the alliance becomes smaller and smaller, there will be fewer and fewer people like that in the future, and they will become more and more secretive, and more and more difficult to distinguish.

Those rat-dogs who pretend to be humans with their tails between their legs can be killed with guns and gallows. The strong wind nodded at various times.

"Agree."

It's rare for Ye Shi to come up with a mature idea.

At least that idea is less mature than lying on the roof of the building and shooting in vain. It's my son's fault.

After all, there is no future!