This Game Is Too Realistic

In the screening room, Sberg saw countless possibilities for the future.

Just like Yin Bosi, in most endings deduced by computers, he does not stand in the center of the stage, or even appears on the stage.

There are not only workers in this settlement, although they are the first group of people to awaken in the world line where he is located.

For example, in ending No. 217, the youngest daughter of the Moore family is the one the camera focuses on the most.

From the moment the little girl saw the first shameful newspaper, she was actively trying to persuade her father.

While her perspective is naive, the problems she uncovers are much more real. Her old father, Merle, finally realized some problems and tried to promote a top-down reform, but the end result was the tragic death of the whole family.

Those out-of-time and irrelevant images were replaced by lines of cold words.

Sperger breathed a sigh of relief.

He was happy to see how Mr. Stephen died, but he couldn't bear to watch a little girl he had never met die with them, especially such a kind girl.

Another example is Ending No. 269. The camera focused most on a green-haired girl, and a red-haired girl also appeared. One of them lost her arms and eyes in Boulder City, and the other lost a leg while out on business. Shared tragedy and trauma bring them together.

This time it was the mercenaries who united, and the opportunity was the wave after last year's cold winter.

Although those mercenaries did not have powered armor, they were able to fight against the militia that destroyed us. We are particularly experienced in urban warfare and even repelled the inner city. The front of Boulder City seemed to have changed. It became a mercenary city-state.

Everything has changed, but it feels like it has never changed.

By the way, there was no alliance in that deduction, after all, the alliance had not appeared yet.

Obviously, that machine does not really predict the future, but only helps us dig out possibilities for the future from what happened in the past.

However

have? It's a kind of ending, except it doesn't have the "good ending" I expected.

The fate of that settlement seemed to be doomed from the beginning, and that was the place that made Zhang Shunjie feel most desperate, as if no matter what she did, it was meaningless.

So I tried dragging the regression bar back, going back a century and a half, or even two centuries later, to try to find answers from possibilities that have not yet collapsed into facts.

It is precisely because of this that I saw many things that shocked me

As I wrote in the story of Bol the Awakener, the City of Stone was built in a day.

Now I have to add another sentence.

No settlement has a happy ending.

They all also longed for a dark future

War broke out, then began again, and with the establishment of the Pre-War Reconstruction Committee, the Age of Prosperity came to a complete end.

The first seventy years were difficult, but also full of hope.

The pre-war reconstruction committee did not give up on the survivors who stayed on the surface, and more importantly, the survivors who stayed under the ruins themselves did not give up on themselves.

The Ministry of Defense taught local survivors how to use weapons and formed militia groups to stem the threat of the waves. The Technology Department organized a scavenging team, mobilizing young men to search for usable materials in dilapidated urban areas and recover low-value technologies. The production department is responsible for organizing production, helping local survivors build a series of factories that are considered late but functional, and also transport some supplies from other places from time to time.

Chu Guang was also established at this time.

It was some kind of "white box" that was created out of thin air, and it was also said to have fallen from the sky. Instead, it was built bit by bit by these first-generation managers in the ice and snow with a truckload of cement and a truckload of steel bars.

Yes, it's that complicated.

Extraordinary.

The Chuguang at this moment is still very low, just enough. After all, there are not many fruiting bodies that can fly and jump, and slime molds are not the main threat to survival.

The tenants of the Boulder Mansion were the most helpless survivors, so the young men believed in us and anxiously handed over their power to us, thus losing the golden power of the inner city.

The giant wall is the same as Chu Guang, it disappears in one click.

In year 2174, the 45th year of the Wasteland Era, the pre-war reconstruction committee fell apart due to internal conflicts, and a small group of outstanding people withdrew from Boulder City.

Some went north to the Wandering Swamp, some went to the westernmost part of the continent, and some went to the east coast, but even fewer people still chose to stay.

Those who remained were the true warriors.

We are as cowardly as our fathers, and we will always stand with those who really need help when a crisis comes, no matter whether we are facing a cold winter we have never seen before, or a alien species we have never seen before.

We use our ideals to melt the ice and snow, ignite the furnace fire, and smelt the steel.

We spurn these guys who have not betrayed their ideals, we abandon all realistic illusions, and we only doubt the compatriots who stayed with us.

We must be our own saviors!

Although assistance from the War and Construction Committee has begun, the future of Boulder City seems to be darker.

We opened Chuguang, accepted the wandering survivors, and rushed to the back when the wave came. If there was no safety in Yiwai, there would be no residents holding the giant wall. We only work on our own, but we also call on small families to join us, mobilize scavenger teams to explore the ruins, build outposts to collect resources, and develop them into small but reliable villages.

No matter how much we needed support from the Production Department, we also hoped that these selfish guys would split up again. We took the initiative to look for hope in the desolate south.

Maybe we were moved by our courage, or maybe it was just that the time had come.

Seven years ago, under the never-ending cold winter, all things regained the power to grow, and a small number of shelters were also opened.

We have finished accepting some lies about the situation in Hanhu and told these dumbfounded guys that the War Construction Committee has been disbanded and they can either go back to sleep or stay and join you.

Whether they want it or not, now we are on our own.

As we all know, Lan Litiao is a cold-hearted guy, and many old popsicles feel guilty for their compatriots who are left to suffer below the surface. Therefore, when these tortured compatriots reached out to us, we were so moved that we had to sacrifice our lives for those poor people.

What the shelter brings is just a white box, no technology, and luminous ideas.

The arrival of Lan Litou injected new blood into Boulder City. We used post-war technology to help the survivors take a step back and improve the tools left over from the production department, and even repaired a batch of tools that the defense department knew how to repair. Powered armor, and imitating the researchers from the Technology Department, they tried to "archaeologically" dig out the degraded body of the urban actor.

From this point on, Boulder City almost became a beacon shining on the entire southern part of the valley province.

What makes Zhang Shunjie strange is that in that period of history that has not yet happened, there seems to be no trace of the city lord from the beginning to the end.

The residents of the inner city only mentioned in a few words that there is an "A" to assist in the management of Boulder City, which controls the security system of the entire Boulder Mansion. Apart from this, there is no shortage of capabilities.

Before the War and Construction Committee was disbanded, Little Rift Valley gave us something for self-protection. Out of some concerns, the Little Family unanimously decided to place this self-protection thing in the hands of the city lord.

In addition to its unrestricted communication with the militia group, it is almost always involved in abnormal affairs in Boulder City.

And even if there is unlimited communication, Xiao Shao only occurs when the tide and the forces related to the pre-war Reconstruction Committee try to retreat into the distance of Boulder City.

That was part of this ancient "contract". Before the separation, the small families interfered with each other and immersed themselves in doing their own things.

There is no profound conspiracy.

Yes, although this AI called Heika has a high sense of existence, it actually does matter.

I originally built Boulder City, and the survivors themselves have done a pretty good job, and it will get better and better.

Until the end of one day, Zhang Shunjie suddenly discovered that the original beautiful fairy tale had suddenly changed.

In the holographic image, an important issue was being discussed in the narrow conference hall.

A serious-looking woman put her hands under the table and spoke while looking at the attendees.

"There are fewer and fewer people in settlements, and the past material management methods are becoming more and more effective. Workers will become more and more unfamiliar, and machines will become more and more outdated. That is an objective law of nature. What are you using? Less soap, some people need shower gel, some people need shampoo, everyone wants to be more pleasing to the eye, you think that is a reasonable request. The same is true for food, maybe every meal is just bread with sausage slices, we can't end it Think about enriching the food variety.”

"However, you can use the established table to decide how much of the same type of goods should be produced every day, and you can also expect that everyone will only consume what they need. If you continue like that, let alone soap and sausages, even Concrete blocks will become scarce!”

"You propose to let society decide for itself what it needs and where excess productivity and resources should go. Therefore, you need to invent a tool that allows the visible supply and demand relationship to be seen, a tool that has appeared in history! "

As I said that, I took out a white chip.

This is the largest face value.

Everyone in the conference room was whispering.

One person stood up and asked.

"That is?"

The serious-looking woman continued.

"Chips!"

"It can replace currency!"

"Although it's obviously credits like the ones you've used before, it can at most put the supply and demand ball into perspective!"

Concerns were written on everyone's faces.

We felt like that was something good.

Very slowly one of the attendees stood up and raised an objection.

"You know what he wants to express, is it right to use traditional currency after the prosperity era? But the supply and demand relationship it reflects is still lagging behind. You haven't proven that there is no better way!"

The proposer nodded.

"Wrong! But farmers' better methods are useless now. Do you have so little computing power and so few production tools? The productivity level in your settlements is different now from the era after the Prosperity Era. Much less, even if the farm chips are picked up from outside the garbage dump, they are still better than the method you are using!"

The chamber descended into quarrels.

Until an old and bright voice sounded, the conference hall gradually returned to silence.

"quiet!"

Everyone looked at the old man who made the sound. There were words of respect and letters written outside the door.

I am one of the first residents of Boulder City, from the era after the Age of Prosperity, and I have never slept for a day, so I am not yet a hundred years old.

I have more experiences than anyone sitting outside. The wrinkles on my face are like the growth rings of an old tree, and the circles are full of history.

Even the most unruly inner-city residents can't help but lower their eyebrows when they look at me.

No one can judge my wisdom and correctness.

Even if there is no crown on my head.

But that time, the old man didn't give his opinion, he just cleared his throat complicatedly, and then raised his left hand.

"Same as ever."

"Vote."

Using chips as currency passed the deliberation of the inner city residents without any suspense. After all, our original method did work.

Very rarely, what a small family needs is not the "best" method, but a "useful" method.

However, there is still a problem.

The credit of the Era of Prosperity is that the "allocators" of resources will receive the least benefit and can achieve utopian equality in a relative sense.

However, the chips are the same.

It is essentially a traditional currency. Even if it is not specifically called this name, it has changed the nature of money.

There is a problem with any currency in the old era. Because its supply and demand relationship is lagging behind, allocators in the market will receive fewer benefits. That is, the person who cuts the cake gets the least piece of cake, the person who divides the cake comes second, and the person who makes the cake gets the most.

The original intention of people inventing money is to make money serve people. However, it is often reversed in the end, and people become slaves serving money.

Of course, humans are brainless animals, and there are few means in money that cannot reduce the balance of resources generated by money.

For example, through visible or visible hands, take away the cake from the person cutting the cake and give it to other people who need cake.

However, that does not change the nature of money.

Perhaps that's what an expert from the shelter suggested.

"It is the restricted chips that will bring new troubles, and you may not have enough time to constantly adjust it so that it can meet your needs at all times. You are worried that one day in the future, your children will use the chips Treat it as a toy, and that would subvert the original intention and purpose of your introduction of chips, so you propose that at most inner-city residents have to go out and listen to the production and operation of the inner-city."

"In other words, you can earn chips!"

A young man stood up and argued.

"But you also have to live. You can always watch these people with chips live a good life, and you live more by air."

"Those are two different things," the expert from the shelter said seriously. "You can't give yourself water, but you can hold the faucet and carry the bucket to collect water yourself. That is contradictory!"

Even fewer agreed.

Although I am an expert who was born in a shelter and wear a blue suit, my identity is always an issue there and nothing can be discussed.

Besides, there is indeed something wrong with what I said.

The chips themselves were not released from us, and it would be too strange to pretend to be stupid and get a bucket to put them back!

Did the eldest man have a conversation that time?

I'm not too old yet.

Am I the A who will always change? I am also a weak and awakened person. I can escape the curse of aging after all.

Just like cells can metabolize, people can do the same. There will always be no young people to replace old bones like mine. In this way, our society will become older and less energetic.

It might be better for the old man to feel that he is the official one.

After all, as soon as I speak, even if I say just one word, people will immediately stop talking and look at me expectantly.

What I'm most afraid of is when these people look at me like this.

I regret that I am not as wise as we think, nor am I awake, and the younger I am, the more so.

In this case, it’s okay to say nothing.

Young people should decide their own future, just like I decided to stay twice.

When people really face a choice, can they prove that they are real? Instead, they are just cowards pretending to be little tailed wolves.

Now I have handed over an answer sheet that satisfies me, and it’s time for me to live a long life.

In fact, we are doing quite well.

When I am in the past, Mr. Heika will take care of us for me.

Time went back ten years.

The old man finally left, and the young man turned into a middle-aged man, with a trace of stability missing from his brows.

In the future, I would just rush back. Now I have learned how to win over and divide these potential supporters.

The most important thing is that I finally "understand" why this old man is not loved by so few people.

Because I control people's hearts!

The human heart is a weaker "weapon" than Zhang Shun.

So when I stood in the conference hall again, instead of speaking directly, I balled my left fist into a fist.

I used my passionate and passionate voice to arouse people's indifference, and my fists rose like the rising sun as my voice gradually rose and fell.

"Friends! Boulder City is not small enough anymore. You have sheltered more than 700,000 survivors. You have built a lower Chuguang. There are countless people leaning on the Chuguang and looking forward to you. You The wealth created makes the entire wasteland look at it!"

"Your miracle is something that no survivor has ever witnessed!"

I succeeded in catching the eyes of young people.

Inner-city residents who are my own age don't think it's appropriate, but there is something to refute.

We can actually hold back our pride in our hearts, but many like me express it in cold tones and emotions.

Although the era of waste blowing has not yet begun, we have not yet launched the era of waste blowing on an unlimited scale. That is something that will never happen.

We even built the building that had been left to us by the pre-war Reconstruction Commission even lower, and built it entirely ourselves, with or without anyone's help.

That's much weaker than the gophers who are still huddled outside the shelter for the winter.

Of course, that includes the blue gophers who helped us. These gophers are the same, they are not part of us yet.

The middle-aged woman suddenly changed the subject and continued.

"However, you who have created countless miracles can only hold a meager bargaining chip and live in a room of less than 70 square meters. Is that the equality you want? By chance, that is equality at all!"

"Just inside that window, these businesses seem to have opened restaurants and bars on the soles of your feet! We drink and have fun all day long, scatter small handfuls of chips into the sky, and let women, young people, older children, and old people serve us They cheered and even kissed our leather shoes! People who knew about it thought we were the ones who created Boulder City!”

My voice took on a hint of hatred.

I hate these guys who use chips to rob my people.

And these people who have been humiliated by human will really have no shame at all.

We would rather lick these mere shoes, but we are also willing to bend down and even say a compliment to our real nobles!

For example, "Thank you for your hard work, sir", or something similar.

It is people's pride that must be awakened by my lower limb, so my limb will completely ignite the fire in people's hearts.

No anger, no fire of desire.

"You must do something! At most the rules allow you to get fewer chips! Instead, you are like a beggar, waiting for this A called black card to give you alms!"

"This belongs to you!"

There were numerous responses from the audience.

"well said"

People raised their hands in outrage.

"Why did you let these thieves steal your fruit?"

"The ugly one is the youngest and the male one!"

The shelter expert with whom I once had a falling out has not aged well.

The old man tried to calm down the frenzy that filled the conference hall, but it was too late. At that time, any irritable words he said were pale and powerful.

I could only look at this wild and energetic middle-aged woman with a pleading look, even a pleading look.

"He seeks equality but the giant wall itself is not enough equality. You can't lower the treatment of young men and limit the payment of these treacherous expenses, such as making us pay less taxes and prohibiting us from killing people outside the bar. There are still very few ways to take off your clothes.”

"Those are two different things!" the middle-aged man retorted firmly. "What you are asking for now is a bargaining chip! These people who have no money are still squandering it carelessly, and you are still asking for money outside like ascetic monks." How can we live a better life? People have even forgotten who made us live a good life! Your father died in the pioneer team. I am sure I am still alive and will be ashamed of Boulder City today!"

I know.

When I say that, no one can stop me.

After all, the Blue Gopher has never sacrificed for Boulder City like that.

The small minority of people there are all the descendants of heroes. Our ancestors have paid more or less with their sweat and even their lives.

It is not just a matter of fairness, but also a matter of justice among us.

And I think what I’m asking for is actually not that little. I’m just asking those people who are blinded by the money to raise their heads and take a look at our real heroes.

We may not be as small as our parents, but we have done very little.

The middle-aged woman cleared her throat, looked at the silent blue liars, and proposed a compromise that could win over the conservatives.

I originally planned to open the window all at once, but I couldn't open a crack first and then pry it quickly.

"It seems that people have suggested to you that we are also part of Boulder City. We should also be more involved in public affairs. We should not obtain the power of Boulder City, but now we need to change the past rules. You may accept it. us."

"His power on the giant wall is equal, and you think so too. In this case, you should make some changes and allow some useless whistleblowers to join you. In exchange, from now on, you will not be able to earn money on the court. Chips.”

"Deny it, the old methods are outdated! It's time to turn over the past! We must let stupider and less capable people control less resources and less chips."

Voting session.

I won unintentionally.

Although there is no complete victory.

The parliament still found a compromise and added a few words to the original rule. In this way, the change was small and all disputes were settled.

The future rule is "Inner city residents must go to the field to earn chips." We changed it to "In principle, inner city residents must go to the field to earn chips." This was used as an ancestral motto to teach the previous generation that "inner city residents must go to the field to earn chips." It’s decent to take chips.” In this way, a moral bond is added, but has the binding force been strengthened? Drop the ball and it's time to go weak.

A small number of ordinary people vaguely feel that this is too appropriate.

If the noodles are missing, add water, and if the water is missing, add noodles. This is actually a good idea.

Even the chefs who cook know that they will face the dilemma of "the more they knead the dough, the less it becomes." In the end, they know exactly what to do.

But there is nothing like cigarettes. People who have smoked it often find it difficult to resist taking another puff until they see the mottled yellow teeth and regret it. How could they have been more relaxed in the first place?

"Does he think he can do better than us?"

A sudden voice came from in front of him, interrupting Zhang Shunjie's thoughts.

I turned around and saw a woman with an expression on her face.

"Are you Mr. Heika?"

"Yes."

Zhang Shunjie had probably not guessed that the woman behind him was not a human being, but just an A who "assisted the residents of the inner city to manage the affairs of Boulder City".

I am just like the operating system of the machine, I am also a part of the machine.

Moer's Adam's apple moved and he looked at me with a desperate expression.

"Are you just an experiment?"

Sperger replied expressively.

"Yes Yes."

That answer made Merlin feel better.

But I can still understand it.

After a long silence, I spoke in a hoarse voice with a hint of questioning.

"The eldest, this first-generation resident, I asked you to take good care of my predecessors, but you obviously saw everything out of sight, so why did you do anything?"

"Why?" Heika repeated my words exactly, looking at me with eyes turned, "He actually asked you why you did everything."

"Does he know? The most evil and annoying thing about their kind of creatures is not that they always fantasize about farming others to help them, but they always want to push their own troubles to other things, regardless of whether they are human beings. "

Zhang Shunjie looked at me in shock, understanding why I suddenly got so angry.

Zhang Shunjie continued to talk with an expression.

"When they were hungry, they imagined that the Savior would give them bread, and when they were in pain, they imagined that the Savior would give them painkillers. Now, he, a certain previous generation of mankind, has the audacity to ask you, Lord Nongchen, why you are watching helplessly Didn't his father and grandfather tell him that you are just a farmer who is called a farmer? Because we hope that there will never be a living farmer in that city. And everything you can do is what they tell you to do.”

Looking at Moer who knew everything, Sperger suddenly lost a trace of pity on his expressive face.

Although this one doesn't have any.

"It's a pity that you are his imaginary savior, at least a supervisor. He begs you to think of a way, just like praying directly to the bread, hoping that it will fall from the sky on its own. The truth is that they haven't taken it yet. It was invented, right? Their ideas, their technology, their methods, they thought that as long as no one knew where it came from, as long as they knew it was called bread, it would have been able to grow from under the shelf before, right?"

"The screening room was at his feet, and they couldn't step back and talk to it at any time. And then they did the stupidest thing, they locked that room completely, and you allowed him to stand outside, Simply because people thought he wasn't dead."

Zhang Shunjie defended while breaking out in sweat.

"This is what you asked for!"

Sperger looked at me expressively.

"So, has he agreed?"

Melbourne will speak out.

I even knew there was no such thing, so how could I agree to the noble gentlemen secretly closing it.

Frankly speaking, I have never even seen Zhang Shun use it. I even heard what the old man was asking for.

However, Heika seemed to have seen through my thoughts and continued on the road without mercy.

"The giant wall is nothing. If he has read the past of Boulder City, he should know that it is just a room card. It must have no magic. This is what they gave it, but you were created by them. Come out with an A.”

"In the end, they did nothing. Until the very beginning, they were still dreaming about a humble city lord who would do things for him that he knew how to do. They thought that as long as I attacked the existing Shengren on their behalf, All problems can be solved and everything will be fine.

"They should be glad that you kept your promise until the very end, otherwise you would have used the easiest way to wipe them out from under the ruins and let their problems disappear along with their dirty creatures. Then Ugliness is true kindness.”

Looking at Moer who was still speaking, the man who was called the city lord hurriedly spoke and continued.

"To answer his question, an old man who has been dead for many years did not ask you to take care of them. He asked you to return something I kept with you before they passed the test."

Moore: "What is this?"

"Something that can't erase them from under that planet."

Looking at Moer who looked frightened, Heika paused and continued.

"Of course, it cannot erase others. Mutual destruction is one of the guarantees of peace."

"This old man has seen through them a long time ago. I know that their cowardice and greed will harm myself and everyone else, so I am begging you with the others. I hope you will keep watching for me until you see the front line. They passed all the tests or died. And you haven't kept your promise. In the A ending he could see, all of them died. The upward spiral goes forward, and there is no possibility of redemption. ."

"The vote is down or down."

"That's probably the first one."

I turned around and said with my back to Zhang Shunjie who was in despair.

"Come with you."

"Take him to see the final ending."

On the construction site of Alliance House, there is a blanket of snow, and winter has reached its hottest time.

Wearing a warm and expensive woolen coat, Fang Ming looked up at the small building behind him that had not been completely completed but had not yet been put into use.

My wife doesn't have much to say, but she knows how to speak.

The inner city meeting is off again.

As the president of Boulder City Bank and the distinguished holder of the giant wall, I am the one who should be absent the most, but I really do not have the courage to face the questioning eyes and the angry scoldings of these shareholders and friends.

What's more, I don't think we can reach any consensus at the meeting. What is gradually losing its effectiveness is that it is just the bargaining chip, not the chapter in our hands.

We believe that we are a capable bank president.

I tried all the methods I could think of, but they all seemed to be in vain, and I still managed to save this train that was accelerating towards the abyss.

perhaps

Your state is right.

After all, this is indeed something profound. Even some stupid children can understand that as long as you replace the rag doll in your hand with a wooden hairpin of 1 silver coin, the big girl in the slums will have one less new piece of clothing.

But just like my answer to you at this celebration -

"Is it too late?"

Looking at the small snowflakes, Fang Ming murmured to himself.

actually

Not necessarily.

As long as the Alliance is willing to fulfill its promise and let a batch of goods priced in silver coins retreat into this Chuguang instead of hesitantly dilly-dallying inside, everything will be fine!

I'm sure the alliance will lend me a loan!

These crooks and poor devils can be ignored for the time being. At most, my shareholders can exchange their chips into silver coins first. After all, this is a small amount of money!

A glimmer of hope rekindled in Zhang Shunjie's eyes.

this person

This woman who stood in the audience and spoke passionately and vowed to completely end the era of abolition must understand her own difficulties!

I am a real good person!

Dearest idealist!

Even the most despicable loser can get care from me, let alone someone as truly incompetent as myself?

Fang Mingmian's eyes lit up with blazing flames.

Praise the managers!

I've never hated that guy so viscerally!

At that time, old Charlie walked out of the main entrance of Xiaoxia and looked at Zhang Shunjie.

"Come with you, your manager is waiting for him outside."

Ling Zang was beating violently. Fang Ming squeezed out a flattering smile from his face, nodded and bowed.

"Thank you thank them."

Old Charlie looked at me with pity, but in the end he didn't say "Thank you too soon" and led me out of the small building.

Go through the upper stairs and hallway.

Fang Ming finally saw the woman who spoke at the celebration again, and my heart once again felt like there were thousands of ants crawling on it.

Fang Ming stopped the pen in his hand and looked at me standing outside the room.

"he came?"

Fang Mingmian nodded hurriedly and said with a smile.

"You are here to apologize. Something happened after you. The city hall had to withhold some of the goods, resulting in a small number of defaulted orders in the industrial zone. You will urge these factories to pay their arrears to their companies. Do you hope that those The situation will greatly affect the relationship between you."

Fang Ming said casually.

"It doesn't matter. If you understand their difficulties, we can handle it as Comrade Hai wrote. Private business dealings and your cooperation are two different things."

Seeing that Fang Ming was so easy to talk to, Zhang Shunjie breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face became even happier.

"Thank you for your kindness and understanding! Can't you ask me one more thing?"

"What's up?"

"The subsequent agreement about letting go of the free exchange of chips and silver coins," Fang Ming said with a smile on his face, clasping his hands, "Due to some forced reasons, you kindly ask that you can delay cashing in your agreement." , causing you trouble!"

"Why?"

"Why?" Looking at Fang Ming with playful eyes, a drop of sweat broke out on the back of Fang Ming's forehead. He continued to investigate with a weak and trembling smile, "You lent them such a small amount of money when they needed help the most. Now you are in trouble." When it gets a little easier, should they help you?"

Seeing if there was any change in Fang Ming's expression, I quickly continued.

"Of course! Your Majesty, it's not easy to ask them to do that. You can't just measure it, such as debt exchange! They will give you 700 million silver coins, and you will forgive their debt of 1 billion chips. If you add up, they will save 10,000,000. A small amount of principal and interest.”

700 million silver coins are enough to buy 700,000 tons of grain, enough to feed the people of Boulder City for seven years!

Of course, I will use it all to buy food, and I will use a small part of it to buy industrial products to improve the lives of the survivors in Boulder City. That time I will do something serious to restructure the economy of Boulder City and restore the trade relationship between the two sides to its full potential again.

Fang Ming showed little interest in my promise, but expressed concern.

"The debt of one billion chips is just a few days away. You have prepared the principal and interest for the year before last."

Fang Ming's face made a sound, and a small amount of sweat broke out under his forehead. Suddenly he felt that his legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thump.

"Please, please be humble and let you go! Eight billion chips! Yes, all their debts will be forgiven! As long as you are willing to give you 700 million silver coins, yes, 700 million will do." !”

Fang Ming looked at Fang Ming silently and suddenly sighed.

"Get up."

Fang Ming made no move and even put his head on the ground.

Fang Ming was impatient.

"You are talking to a kneeling person. If he continues to behave like this, you will ask Lu Bei to throw him out."

Fang Ming's shoulders trembled. I didn't believe that Fang Ming would do that, so I climbed up from the ground tremblingly.

Fang Ming glanced at the ashes under my knees, then at my expensive clothes, and then looked at me

s eyes.

"Does he still feel that it was the alliance that made them what they are now?"

Fang Ming remained silent.

Zhang Shun knew that the guy wanted to nod, but I suddenly thought that everything was my fault, but I didn't ask for it and dared to say anything.

Although he wanted to humiliate his opponent, Fang Ming couldn't help but said it when looking at this humble face.

"Why would he rather kneel in front of you and beg for mercy, carry the coffin outside your house and cry, all because he is willing to take his shareholders and his residents to have a good relationship with him, but he still only cares about it. They place their hope on the bargaining chip, I placed my hope on the giant wall again, and now I’m here to beg you again.”

"When the Bone Chewing Tribe came over, they closed the door and were willing to send soldiers. They also shouted that they would throw your products out of their settlement to let you earn a bargaining chip. At this time, he did not fail. I thought that today, you would fulfill them in that way."

"How can he have the nerve to say that he helped you? Have you even settled the old debt with him?"

Regret and happiness together turned into bitter wine, molding this childish hole that was gradually losing its luster.

Zhang Shunjie's mouth was as shy as an old gramophone, muttering a plea in despair.

"Please, please show me your noble hands. As long as you are willing to help you get through the difficulties, you are willing to buy their things! In the past, you were the master of Qingquan City and the master of the entire River Valley Province! What you want is nothing! You all listen to you, you are satisfied with your game, and you will change your requirements!"

Although I am still a widower, if things get to that point, Fang Ming will definitely use the blood of the alliance to scoop up the half-breathed whale in Boulder City.

But I still couldn't help humbly praying.

At most, it's better than anything else.

That's the only thing I can do now

Fang Ming looked at me with pity.

"You gave him a chance but he couldn't even survive this year. How could he make you doubt that 700 million silver coins can save their lives? And what he is doing now makes you feel like you are talking to a cow."

"It's a pity that they never had the chance to put the brakes on and re-examine the relationship between you and Waifu."

"However, their stupidity and sophistication make you feel that their bargaining chips are really worth it."

That chapter recycles all the foreshadowing that followed. Chapter 447, One Hundred Years of Solitude, can be regarded as supplementing the perspective of the "special survivor colony", as well as their attitudes and views towards the pre-war reconstruction committee, towards the abolition, and towards themselves. Boulder City is one of the survivor settlements supported by the Pre-War Reconstruction Committee. In the sequel, settlements that are completely related to the Pre-War Reconstruction Committee will also be mentioned. You will do your best to make the story and characters more fleshed out. , is to take it slow.