This Game Is Too Realistic

., this game is too real!

"Dear Mr. Li Minghui, we are friends, right?" Li Minghui was drinking tea and watching a drama in the office of the Presidential Palace when he suddenly received such a strange "harassing phone call."

The reason why it was called a harassing call was not because of the identity of the caller, but because the guy called from an internal line and only asked such an inexplicable question.

This is no less than his pillow person suddenly sending a message during his working hours asking him if he still loves him.

"Of course...Did something happen during the exercise?"

He glanced at the schedule subconsciously. There seemed to be nothing worth mentioning today except for the Alliance Burning Corps' landing exercise on the northern beach.

However, Fang Chang's next words were beyond his expectation.

"That's not true, the exercise went very smoothly, but I noticed that you plan to sell the empire a battleship similar to the Haiya. Although this call may be redundant, I still want to confirm the problem with the main gun. Take refuge As a rescue agency, we do not want the technology we discovered to be used

"oh

That's about it." Li Minghui was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile, "You don't have to worry about this, we have no interest in causing trouble for ourselves.

By the way, isn't this guy a member of the board of directors of Beidao Heavy Industries? How could he not know about such a large arms sales project?

Is it interesting to ask so knowingly?

Li Minghui reacted suddenly.

Could it be that the alliance managers are actually asking?

The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was possible. After all, Mr. Fang Chang's IQ was not such that he could not see such an obvious thing.

After all, this business is not something that the South China Sea Alliance can make unilaterally. The authorities only helped to take the lead in negotiating this big order, and then took a share (tax) from the advance payment. When will the delivery be made and whether it will be paid? Doesn't it have to be decided by the shipyard whether the cargo and cabins are leaking or not?

And what if we take a step back and wait until the survivors of Borneo really unite to deliver goods to it?

At that time, the real headaches should be the enemies of the survivors, such as the Wilantes who are still dreaming of conquering the world, rather than the survivors in the River Valley Province and even the southern seas who have united.

Thinking of this, he immediately changed to an official tone, cleared his throat and said seriously.

"For us, the reputation of the empire is between Torch and Charas, and we have no reason to deliver a piece of equipment to the current empire that may threaten ourselves. But from my standpoint, it is difficult for me to refuse Money comes to you, we need money, it’s that simple... Also, say hello to your manager for me, the survivors of the South Sea Alliance welcome him to the southern seas as a guest at any time."

Fang Chang probably guessed what he was misunderstanding, but he didn't expose his misunderstanding. He just smiled lightly and said.

"I understand. I wish you a happy life. In addition, I will convey your greetings to Mr. Manager. He has always wanted to come here to visit, but I'm afraid he has to wait until the war is over." The phone hung up.

Fang Chang picked up the newspaper with an exaggerated title with a smile, threw it back to the stunned mosquito, and then tapped the VM with his index finger to end the voice synchronization.

"The NPCs in this game are more realistic than you think, and they are much smarter... Of course, Duke Nihak is an exception. He is real in another sense."

Thinking that not all NPCs are smart, Fang Chang added a patch after this sentence and coughed slightly.

"Maybe it's a matter of education, maybe the slaves in Borneo spoiled him bad. In short, he can't understand that civilization is the product of games, but he understands civilization as something that is natural. He thinks that he No one could see his cleverness, and he treated others as fools. In fact, everyone could see it, but he was too lazy to expose it and responded to him calmly... It was that simple.

He recorded a copy of the phone call.

Although he felt that the manager must know everything, in order to reduce unnecessary misunderstandings, he still took the initiative to report it.

After all, he really didn't want to be called back for questioning by Xiaoyu. The mosquito was stunned for a while, and finally gave a heartfelt thumbs up.

"Awesome! So damn dirty..." "I'll just think you're complimenting me."

Fang Chang smiled lightly, took the mojito from the waiter, thanked him, and then continued slowly.

"To answer your previous question, I never thought about being their godfather. But as you can see...at least until their wings grow hard, they really have to call me daddy."

Just as the managers declared that day, the alliance's currency can buy all goods, but no currency is allowed to trade honor and dignity.

Do you think you can do it again?

Then come and try it.

For Nihak, 30 billion Xilan coins and 50 million silver coins are nothing.

After all, even if he loses the Golden Gallon Port, he is still the distinguished Duke. At most, he only lacks the hat of a governor.

However, the survivors in Huzhou and Baozhou, especially the workshop owners who bought Alliance brand sewing machines, as well as the day and long-term workers who stepped on the sewing machines and made them smoke, complained endlessly about being stabbed by the two knives. His whole waist was bleeding profusely.

The cloth market in Baihu City.

The usually bustling stalls were even more "busy" this time, with an empty stall crowded with middle-aged and young men wearing long and short shirts.

Some of them are the owners of nearby tailor shops, some are tailors who work for the master in nearby shops, and some are workers in nearby garment factories.

Some of these people are tall, some are short, some are fat and some are thin, and their skin color and temperament are more different than that of cows and humans. However, the expressions on their faces are surprisingly consistent, and the angry eyes without exception read These words are filled with indignation.

An old man who looked quite prestigious walked at the front, pointing to the white words written on the blackboard, his index finger and beard trembling with anger.

"One kilogram of cotton cloth, Fifty West Arashi?! Are you crazy about money?!"

When the people behind saw someone coming forward, they also started shouting. "that is!"

"unacceptable!

"Everyone is open for business, how can you be so unreasonable!"

The guy sitting behind the stall had an indifferent expression on his face. He glanced sideways at the old man who ran a tailor shop, then looked at the group of booing guys behind him, and said impatiently.

"Reasonable? Hey, if you think fifty is too expensive today, I'll see what you say when it goes up to sixty tomorrow. For this price, do you want it?"

The people gathered in front of the stall were in an uproar when they heard this. However, the guy sitting behind the stall was not afraid at all and instead picked his earwax.

Two burly men stood next to the stall, like two ferocious tigers, glaring so hard that the survivors dared not say anything.

Baihu City is the largest settlement in Huzhou, and the cloth market located in Baihu City is the largest cloth trading market in the entire Huzhou. How can you open a business here without having anything to do with the men of the Tiger Army?

I want to eat shit!

But it is indeed strange to say that the original price of this cloth was not so exaggerated. One kilogram of cotton only cost 10 to 15 celans. When processed into cotton cloth, doubled it cost 20 to 30 celans. The price was 16 to 24 gallons and sold to Jin. Merchants in Gallen Harbor occasionally settled with silver coins. That is, one kilogram of cotton cloth ~ silver coins.

The textile industry was the first industry to flow into Huzhou from Jingallan Port, and Huzhou's high-quality and cheap cotton cloth also supported half of the prosperity of Jingallan Port's export trade.

However, I don’t know what happened recently. A large group of businessmen suddenly rushed over from Jingallang Port. Xilan coins were stuffed into the hands of his boss one sack after another. Not only did they eat up the inventory of the textile factory, but even next year’s The orders are all booked.

Those guys act like crazy, as if the money in their hands is not their own money, but obtained through some kind of bargain.

Although the survivors of Huzhou had an inherent impression that the merchants of Jingallang Port were extremely wealthy, they were not so crazy in the past.

There is an unwritten but recognized exchange rate between gallons and Sirens, which is generally 4 gallons for 5 Sirens.

These people also get their Siren dollars in gallons, unless they get a cheaper exchange rate from a bank or somewhere else.

He was just a clerk, so he naturally didn't know where those merchants got so many Xilan coins. He only heard that the money was indeed issued by the royal family.

Those merchants were afraid that they would not accept it, so they even brought a voucher issued by the lending bank, which was enough to prove that the money was clean and sound.

Although it was strange, the door-to-door business had to be done, so the inventory of the entire textile factory in Huzhou was bought out.

Generally speaking, most of the cloth flowing into the cloth market from textile factories is the leftover bulk goods picked up by garment factories, but this time the major textile factories were squeezed out by the flood of Xilan coins, and not a drop was left in circulation in the market. Naturally, the price of cloth can only rise accordingly.

The people crowded in front of the stall were noisy and pushed, but in the end no one dared to act wild on the warlord's territory, so they could only swallow their breath.

Some of the servants who made clothes for the master paid the money readily. Anyway, what they spent was not their own money, and their master was not short of money.

There were also some small shopkeepers who counted on their fingers and found that buying materials at this price and making clothes would be a loss, so they left cursing.

There were also some people who heard that the price of cloth was going to rise and thought about speculating, so they quickly took out the Xilan coins and bought them first.

More residents passing by were talking about whether something big happened again in Mammoth City. Some people even spread the news of Alaya's defeat in a panic, talking about the shrouds and bandages on the front line.

I was in a hurry, so the price of this cloth went up to the sky.

However, this analysis seems too one-sided.

After all, not only the price of cloth, but also sugar cane, sugar, soybeans, corn and other messy things are all rising sharply.

Some people cursed the Yue people, thinking that the unclean blood had cursed the destiny of the empire. Only by using their blood to draw a large formation could the curse be lifted.

Some also cursed the merchants in Jingallang Port. After all, those who took advantage of the situation were indeed immoral, and the origin of the Xilan coins must be disgraceful.

Some knowledgeable people muddleheadedly cursed Chu Guang, the alliance manager who was commanding from the front line of Haiya Province.

I say knowledgeable because people who haven't read a few second-hand newspapers really don't necessarily know the name of the league manager.

This is the bitterness of being in a cocoon. Due to the lack of channels for obtaining information, sometimes when you get slapped, you only see the slap, but you don’t know where the slap landed.

I don’t even know where the slap came from. On the other side, the suburbs of White Tiger City.

There are hundreds of pedal sewing machines packed into the factory building of more than ten acres, and the sound of "lululu" keeps ringing in the factory.

This garment factory named "Farhan" was opened by a Tiger tribe businessman named Farhan. It is not only the largest garment factory in the entire White Tiger City, but also the earliest factory in the entire Tiger State. .

Two months ago, the supreme commander of the Tiger Army, Captain Jhawan, spent a small amount of money to buy this factory. Then he invested an additional 10 million gallons and purchased a batch of equipment from the Golden Gallon Port to expand the factory. The production scale of the factory.

And the factory did not live up to General Jha's expectations.

Today, one-fifth of the towels, curtains, beddings, and shirts used by residents of Golden Gallen Port are produced here.

The tiger businessman who sold the factory was probably filled with regret.

The entire factory is like a money printing machine, continuously supplying cash milk to the Tiger Army, so much so that today's Tiger Army, like the defenders of Golden Gallen Port, has been replaced by LD-47 with full Alliance flavor. That equipment is much better than that of the Gray Wolf Army.

Just as the long-term workers were stepping on their sewing machines so hard that they wanted to fly up, the accountant in charge was also pressing the calculator quickly and calculating the accounts meticulously in the ledger.

Although the goods exported from Huzhou to Jingallan Port earn gallons, that is, foreign exchange, these gallons cannot be directly used in Huzhou.

Whether it is dinars, silver coins or gallons, they all need to be "settled" before they can be truly deposited into the factory's bank or bank account in Baihu City.

After all, the Empire is not the South Sea Alliance where the "currency collapsed". Neither gallons nor silver coins can be circulated directly within the Empire in a legal sense. At most, they can only be used privately. Factories can use their foreign exchange balances to purchase equipment from the Golden Gallon Port, but they must convert gallons into Xilan coins to purchase raw materials within the empire and pay workers.

Therefore, a routine task that the accounting office has to do every month is to compare the bank's remittance records to confirm which part of the gallons will be settled in foreign exchange and which part of the gallons will be used to purchase equipment or pay for external technicians.

The banks in Baihu City are relatively loose on foreign exchange management, mainly because the warlords don't know much about this stuff, so they usually just throw it to them.

They will do whatever they want.

It is precisely because of this that general property owners can decide by themselves when to settle foreign exchange and how much to settle, without having to report to the bank if they want to use silver coins.

However, this month is quite strange.

First, the payment received by the garment factory was forcibly settled into Xilan coins according to last month's exchange rate, and then the profit on the account was reduced from more than 10 million Xilan coins at the beginning of the month to minus two million, but This old man who was in charge of accounts was shocked.

The first one is actually nothing. This garment factory is the property of the warlords, and the foreign exchange bank is also opened by the military lords of Huzhou. He didn't bother to care about those masters who were left-handed and right-handed. Anyway, no matter which pocket the money was in, it belonged to the master, as long as he knew where it went.

Those who are really worried are those small workshops. After all, those gallons and even silver coins that have not yet been settled in the bank are earned by themselves. This trick played by the bank in White Tiger City is equivalent to confiscating the silver coins in their accounts. It is true that it is a little bit. I don’t even want to lose my credibility.

But it was the second problem that cost him his life. Why are the profits gone?

"Weird...where's the money?"

Why do we become poorer as we become more productive?

The old man looked confused, smeared saliva on his index finger, forced himself to calmly flip through the ledger in his hand, and finally found clues in the raw materials.

In just one month, the price of cotton has doubled, and even linen, the most stable price, has increased by 80%.

The profit in the first half of the month was directly swallowed up by the increase in raw material prices in the second half of the month. No wonder he ended up losing two million Xilan coins by the end of the month.

This is no small matter.

At any rate, we made a little profit in the first half of the month, but after all the calculations, we only lost a little bit.

If this trend continues, they will probably lose 20 million Xilan coins next month. This loss will make them bankrupt in at least half a year!

The accountant was sweating profusely and was about to get up and go to the factory director. At this time, the foreman on duty suddenly knocked on the door and walked in. He looked at him sitting behind the desk and said cautiously.

"Sir... the workers are clamoring for wages. Do you think you can pay them first?"

In fact, it was not a big deal to be owed one or two weeks' wages. Those free people who worked as long-term workers were quite able to endure hardships and were very considerate of the master.

However, I don’t know what happened recently. Except for the red soil, the price of the entire Baihu City has not increased. Even the soybean meal for livestock has increased.

The accountant's expression froze, he just moved his chair and sat back down, glaring at the foreman with a dark face.

"I haven't settled my account yet, why are you urging me so much?

The foreman said with a grimace.

"Master, I'm not rushing you. I'm not in a hurry. It's mainly those who are doing the work who are in a hurry.

The accountant waved his pen impatiently, as if he was still busy.

"Let them go to work first. A family as big as General Jha's will cost them so little money? If you like to work, go away if you don't. Don't bother me to count the money."

The foreman looked aggrieved and complained in his heart, but he did not dare to say anything more and could only lower his head and walk out of the office.

For a whole day, the entire Baihu City seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. From the cloth market where small businesses were doing business to the factories where big businesses were doing business, there was a mourning.

The people who worked were busy from morning to night, and the people who settled accounts were busy from night to morning, but no one saw where the Xilan coins went.

Except for farmers who sell cotton, sugar cane and other cash crops and the nobles in the manor.

Those in the upstream or source of the industrial chain are the least affected, and can even be said to be the biggest beneficiaries of this round of "active inflation."

Of course, this is only now.

Soon they will find that the fertilizer originally sold for 100 Xilan coins will double or triple, and the art and makeup purchased by the second wife will also increase several times.

Because these things have to be imported from Golden Gallon Port for the time being with foreign exchange.

Beyond the plantations and further down were the weavers and sugar mills. These large factories that are relatively upstream are okay, as they can pass part of the costs to the weaving and food processing industries further downstream.

However, this has hurt the downstream industries. The further down you go, the more you can feel the biting cold.

Especially for those small shopkeepers who need to use silver coins to expand production and want to compete with merchants in Golden Gallon Port for foreign trade orders, the pain will be particularly long.

After all, the loan of 30 billion silver coins was only the first move made by Duke Nihak from his "own palace", and the advance payment of 50 million silver coins for the purchase of a ship was the most severe move, which directly left Huzhou and Leopard State still in the primitive state. The small shopkeepers in the accumulation stage worked in vain for half a year.

Nihak's charity directly emptied the foreign reserves of the Imperial Royal Mint, and it is estimated that there will be a monthly expenditure of 10 million silver coins.

The Royal Mint of the Empire could not produce enough silver coins, so it had to tighten the faucet to increase revenue and reduce expenditure, reducing the quotas for banks and banks along the Yongliu River in the Empire to exchange Xilan coins for silver coins.

The banks in Baihu City couldn't exchange Xilan coins for silver coins, and they couldn't even meet the exchange needs of the warlord's own factory, let alone the small workshops and shopkeepers in Huzhou.

Not only did they close the channels for these little sparrows to exchange silver coins, they also confiscated the silver coins in their pockets and forcibly exchanged them for Xilan coins.

Some small workshops with a little bit of technology were about to evolve into factories, but before they could compete with the factories in Golden Gallen Port or be picked off by warlords, they exploded on the spot.

A few bankrupt operators set their sights on the distant Mammoth State. They heard that like Golden Gallon Port, it was issuing its own currency and welcomed businessmen from all over to invest.

If you come with equipment, you can use the equipment as collateral to get a very low-interest loan.

You can even borrow silver coins.

Although it is also the territory of the warlord, the place also has its own advantages. One is that it is closer to Silver Moon Bay, and the other is that there is a parish of Silver Moon Church.

Those guys who like cats not only open churches in their parishes, but they also open banks.

Even though there are uncertainties caused by the war in the Mammoth State, and there has just been a flood there, it is really great to be able to use equipment as collateral to get a loan of silver coins.

In the final analysis, the foundation of the empire is still too thin.

It has only been a few months since the embargo was lifted. If you save up your wealth for decades and then work hard, it may not explode so quickly.

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Even if it explodes, it will take ten or twenty years to explode slowly.

The ecology of the industrial chain has been impacted in this way, and so has the turmoil in the "food chain".

The big fish eat the small fish when they are hungry, and the small fish eat the shrimps when they are hungry. In the end, it is the microorganisms and mayflies that suffer.

At least the serfs could drink soup with their master, but the free people who worked in the factories couldn't find a place to go back to farm.

The red soil that was almost unsalable started to sell well again, and there were more people picking up soil in the empty wilderness.

They are actually lucky.

Even the residents of Jingallang Port standing at the end of Yongliu River may not know what the situation is like in other states besides Tiger State and Leopard State.

However, all of this has no impact on the beautiful South China Sea Alliance.

The generous Grand Duke Nihak became the most "hot" figure in the North Island.

The "Daily Survivor" of Beidao, which had just opened not long ago, wrote a separate column for him, praising the 30 billion in donations and calling him a role model of thrift and diligence.

Lee Ming Hui called him the "Future Leader" of Borneo Province, but later, due to protests from the ID holder himself, he was changed to General McClun of Borneo Province when it was published in the newspaper.

It's impossible for the Weiland people to come to the far east to trouble him for such nonsense.

Moreover, the survivors of Borneo are extremely obsessed with the Wilantes, and this flattery is even louder than the previous one.

People always want to be famous for a while before being buried, and the Grand Duke of the Empire is no exception.

Nihak was extremely happy every day during this period, his face was as rosy as if he had been given a shot of blood, and he was no longer afraid even when he occasionally encountered those guys who had captured him.

Although winter had just begun to show its tail, he felt as if spring had come together with him and the empire.

Just when the warlords in Huzhou and Leopard States were scratching their heads in confusion, wondering where Feite Niang's little money had gone, Alai Yang, who was far away on the front line of Mammoth State, was doing his filial piety for the empire. He also had a confused look on his face.

However, the latter was not because he lost money, but because his subordinates were beaten so dizzy by the elusive guerrillas that they could not find their way around.

The ferocious firepower made him think that the alliance was personally dead!

It’s not just firepower.

There are also more and more resistance troops. The more they fight, the more energetic they become, and the more they fight, the more cunning they become.

At first, they only fought guerrillas on the state border of Mammoth State. Later, guerrillas also began to appear in Mammoth State and Bird Island.

This group of people specifically focused on the supply lines of the Gray Wolf Army, so that the transportation teams escorting supplies did not dare to walk at night, let alone fly the royal double sword flag.

What's even worse is that his spies also discovered that the rebels had built a deep-water port in Mammoth City and a railway connecting the deep-water port.

Alaya almost vomited blood after hearing this. Where did these idiots get the steel and cement? ! Is it also a gift from the alliance?

Is that bitch Lacy the illegitimate son of the league administrator? !

Just when he was angry, his confidant handed him another secret letter, saying that it was picked up by patrolling soldiers on the front line.

To General Alaya:

With the talent of a general, you can tear apart the earth and seal the king, so why waste your good years for a dying empire?

Now that the empire is in a dead end, Wu Tuo is solely responsible for everything.

If you defect to me, I will not only let you live, but also make you the captain of the resistance army. If you don't believe me, you can choose a state and go there on your own. As long as you don't touch me, I guarantee that my subordinates will not step into your territory.

Alaya unfolded the letter and saw his teeth chattering. "This bitch!"

But I was lucky enough to win a few games, so I was so arrogant!

He crushed the letter into a ball and smashed it onto the candlestick, but he didn't want to knock the candlestick over and almost burned down the command tent.

Huo was rescued, but people in the Gray Wolf Army were in panic.

More and more incomprehensible confusion is tormenting everyone in the empire from the front lines to the rear. In contrast, there are increasingly passionate shouts in the daily reports of survivors in Golden Gallen Harbor.

A massive and unprecedented wave is brewing amidst the crowds of people. It is an energy more powerful than nuclear weapons.

That’s the energy of progress!

Even Jodu, who once persuaded Lacy to stay, had to admit after seeing the news in the newspaper that maybe he really made a mistake this time.

How could that guy stand up when everyone was burying their heads and not daring to breathe loudly, that guy who dared to reach for a gun when everyone was submissive and endured oppression, how could he be a reckless man with nothing else to offer?

It's just like what the alliance officers said when they laughed at them - all the princes cry day and night, can they curse the witch Tuo to death?

In the end, he really stood up.

Maybe I was too demanding on him.

Whenever it was quiet at night, Jodu couldn't help but think about it and regretted not being able to have a drink with him when he practiced it.

The province of four million square kilometers is already in turmoil.

But just before that storm finally came, a storm that was more intense and affected a wider area came first.

After two months of preparation, the horn of the southern front attack finally sounded again!

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