This Game Is Too Realistic

With the mood of not crying until he saw the coffin, Arman took the bus from Settlement No. 1 to the ruins of Haibei City and completed the last 100 kilometers of the journey.

There was no surprise. Seeing the piece of paper in his hand, the centurion rolled his eyes.

"You can go to whoever wrote this piece of paper for you, or you can ask General Liam for it."

I want to buy a ton of arms for 10,000 dinars. According to this calculation, a tank only costs more than 500,000 dinars!

The price given by the alliance when converted into dinars is more than three times this number!

This guy wants to break the price with just a piece of paper. What a fool!

Arman asked without giving up.

"Then...where is he?"

Anthony said impatiently.

"On the Loyalty airship, if you're not in Shifeng Mountain, you're going back to the west to celebrate the New Year."

In fact, this question is purely redundant. How can a general who has won a battle not return to the Triumph City to show off?

The legion gained a lot from this battle.

Although they could not obtain the information related to the "Gestalt Life Form" technology that they were most concerned about in the hands of the Torch, the genetic samples collected alone were enough to keep the technical officers of various research institutes busy for a while.

Not surprisingly, General Liam is expected to be promoted to a three-star captain of ten thousand men this time.

The last hope was dashed.

The corner of Arman's mouth twitched, and finally he put away the pile of waste paper in his hand.

He swore.

He wants to put this thing in a photo frame and hang it in the most conspicuous place in the study, and add the training instructions he wrote himself to pass it down from generation to generation——

Only pigs believe in the promises made by Valeant people!

At this time, if he had not listened to Governor Huye's call, but had done the opposite and asked the fleet to follow its original route and send tea and sugar to the City of Triumph, he might also be able to take advantage of the large number of people coming from Borneo Province. Earn a premium for delayed delivery of goods!

And because it was a familiar route, there was no need for him to go out to sea with the ship himself. In this way, he can stay with his family and spend the most important festival of the year in peace, instead of looking at the faces of these big shots and being kicked back and forth between a group of big shots. .

He was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly noticed that the exoskeleton he had seen at the dock before was also here.

not only that--

It seems that the people wearing those exoskeletons are not Valantian soldiers, but their captive slaves.

Arman stopped and asked curiously.

"...It's strange, you have so many exoskeletons here that they can be used by slaves."

It's so extra and you might as well sell it to him.

Anthony's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed, he coughed and said.

"...That's not considered a slave, it's a hired one."

Hired?

Arman was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously.

"……How much?"

Anthony explained.

"It's not expensive, 8 silver coins an hour."

The moment he heard this number, Arman's eyes almost bulged out.

"What?! You actually paid him 8 silver coins for one hour! Are you crazy?!"

Even according to the highest exchange ratio between dinars and silver coins, if three dinars are exchanged for one silver coin, that is still 24 dinars!

According to this conversion method, wouldn't the people here earn more from one day's work than the workers in Saifan Port for one month's work? !

"Are you short of people here?" Arman's eyes sparkled and he continued to ask.

Looking at this guy with fiery eyes, Anthony felt his anus tighten.

"Que, that's so short... Well, calm down first, I know what you are thinking, but according to the agreement of the Sticky Community, we cannot use the alliance's transportation system to transport slaves here, so Que no way--"

"We have a boat!" Arman's whole body was shaking with excitement. "How many do you want? I'll pull it over for you!"

Anthony rolled his eyes.

"Do you think I can't think of shipping it by sea? It's useless. This large area to the north is considered our 'enclave'. Unless you transport slaves over by plane, they can be detained for you if they pass through the alliance's territory. Come down. And the trouble is not just that, they don’t recognize the legality of personal free sale contracts. Once slaves escape to their territory, they become wastelanders. Do you understand what I mean?”

Arman was stunned for a long time, and then said with a wry smile.

"You...just listen to them?"

"What do you mean by listening to them?"

Dissatisfied with what this guy said, Anthony gave him a sidelong glance.

"This is called a game. Both parties take a step back on mutually acceptable terms and resolve the conflict through dialogue. After all, it will not be beneficial to anyone if they actually fight. But if you think we are afraid of them, then you are really thinking too much... Okay Well, if there’s nothing else, you can get out.”

Armen: "..."

…

The Weiland people are quite polite to their own people, at least they won't just wait on them with their rifles just because of one or two unpleasant words.

However, it is also true that the status of businessmen is not high.

The civil servant group itself is not very popular, let alone the businessmen supported by the civil servants.

Although Arman still wanted to try to fight for it, the centurion in charge of that area did not intend to waste time with him and just blasted him away.

Armen had no choice but to get in the car and return to the Death Coast.

The sun sets in the west, stretching the shadow of the gate of Settlement No. 1.

The originally empty pier was filled with boats, and it was very busy as far as the eye could see.

But looking at the empty deck, you can tell that most of the people who arrived today were busy in vain.

After dragging his tired body back to the port, Arman happened to see his crew members having fun at the door of the bar next to the port. They drank so much that they were leaning against the wall in broad daylight.

Although most of the houses here are containers, many wastelanders like to do small businesses, such as selling their own cocktails or rolled cigarette sticks. As long as it is not a prohibited product, the alliance guards will not pay too much attention to it.

Arman suddenly felt a little envious of these drunken guys.

In the past, he thought that these rotten people had no future. If they couldn't save any salary in their pockets, they would spend it on alcohol or women for a few days. They would never be able to marry a wife, let alone have financial freedom... But now that he thinks about it, at least They don't have to worry about whether they might lose everything on their next sale.

Unlike me, they can get money as long as they go to sea, and they can take the money to have fun when they land. It's not like me, who was frowning all day long, but in the end everything was emptied out of my pocket. What's the difference between them now?

Thinking of the bills he would have to face when he returned, Arman felt his scalp numb and didn't dare to think about it at all. He could only mutter to the followers and bodyguards beside him.

"Damn it... go have a drink!"

Several people looked at each other, knowing that the boss was in a bad mood, but they didn't know how to comfort him, so they could only follow him to the busiest bar nearby.

Different from other wasteland-style small bars, this is one of the few houses built with bricks and cement. Standing in front of the bar is a one-eyed robot. The clock above the bar is actually the image of a holographic projector. It can be seen that The owner of this store is a classy guy.

In addition to the workers working in the port, there are also some guys who have just got off the ship drinking here.

Seeing the depressed faces of these guys, Arman felt a little relieved, at least he was not the only one.

The whole port was full of Wilrantians who had lost money, sitting at the table and drinking beer one glass after another.

"Oh shit!"

"That bastard Huye! And that Benoit, none of these civil servants are reliable!"

"Not loyal at all!"

"Want mutants to greet his family!"

When they went out to sea, their praises were so disgusting, and now their curses were so vicious.

There are only a few businessmen like Yaman who have their own team, and most people rent their boats.

In particular, many people were counting on this business to make a comeback. To this end, they mortgaged everything they could and borrowed a large sum of money from the bank in Xifan Port to rent all the ships in the port. All rented.

However, now they have failed, and all the unused equipment on the entire front line has been monopolized by that thing called "Goblin Technology".

For these people, that's a real life-threatening situation.

Arman, who was sitting in front of the bar, ordered a glass of beer. He thought the bodyguards and followers following him were an eyesore, so he sent them aside.

Looking at the large wine glass with a capacity of one liter on the table, he was about to raise his head and take a sip when a voice talking to him suddenly came from the side.

"Hey."

Arman glanced sideways, and when he saw an unfamiliar face, he frowned and asked.

"who are you?"

It was a young man who looked young, wearing a gray rhino leather jacket.

I saw him grinning, sat down on the stool next to him, and spoke very talkatively.

"Zhang Ze, come here a little earlier than you and do some things at the port."

Before the guy could ask what he did specifically, Zhang Ze continued talking without stopping.

"Weilante people are rare here. Most of your compatriots are over there in Haibei City. Are you here to take them home?"

Arman said impatiently.

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

Zhang Ze chuckled and said.

"It's okay, I'm just curious. After all, it's rare for a ship to come here empty. This port is like a hungry death claw. It can even digest containers... Is there any treasure in this?"

Upon hearing these words, Arman's brows suddenly twitched fiercely, he slapped his right hand on the bar and stood up.

"Are you really here to cause trouble?"

Just as he clapped his hands on the bar, the waiters and bodyguards at the next table also stood up.

Seeing this guy getting angry, Zhang Ze quickly stood up and raised his hands to indicate that he had no ill intentions.

"Calm down brother... I know you may have lost a lot, but you have lost money anyway. Why don't you just listen to what I have to say?"

Although he was furious, when he saw everyone in the bar looking at him, Arman suppressed his anger and winked at his bodyguards. Then he calmed down his heaving chest and sat back on the stool. .

"Then let me see what kind of ivory can come out of your mouth."

Zhang Ze smiled, shamelessly sat back next to him, and continued in a lowered voice.

"...I can't spit out the ivory, but I do have a way for you to make back the money you lost."

"Oh?" Arman curled his lips, looked at him and laughed, "Do you want to tell me that you can make a fortune by towing those broken containers to Xifan Port?"

Not paying attention to the distrustful look, Zhang Ze shook his head and said in a relaxed tone.

"Of course not...how much money can you make?"

Arman sneered again, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

“I don’t think there are specialty products here that are more profitable.”

Zhang Ze said patiently.

"Indeed not. This place is still in the land reclamation stage, but precisely because of this, the demand for certain things here is not small, such as...population."

Arman's brows frowned slightly.

"Population? But I heard that the Alliance prohibits the slave trade."

"You are right, but it is not accurate," Zhang Ze nodded and continued with a smile, "The alliance does not recognize only the slave contract, but it does not prohibit another more euphemistic restriction of personal freedom. Way."

Arman snorted noncommittally.

"for example?"

"For example, debts, especially debt relationships within a reasonable range, are recognized by the alliance."

Hearing this unexpected answer, Arman was stunned for a moment.

"……What's the meaning?"

Zhang Ze smiled and continued.

"It means that if you just take out a piece of IOU and say that someone owes you money that you will never pay back in your lifetime, then the relevant departments of the alliance will not admit it, and they will probably investigate you to see if you have anything. What's wrong...what kind of lunatic would lend him money when he knows he will never be able to repay it in his lifetime."

“But in another situation, if you take out an IOU and also issue a reasonable reason, explain clearly how the debt was incurred, and confirm that the lender can pay for it within 20 years without affecting your life. If the debt is paid off within 20 years or 10 years...then the alliance will recognize this debt."

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Arman frowned, "Are you in the loan business? I don't need a loan now, and I don't have any spare money for this business."

"No, no, no, I'm not in the loan business, but... I'm very interested in another business." Zhang Ze put his hand on his shoulder and said coaxingly, "Look, there is a shortage of people here. , and it is very, very in short supply. We need to build ports, build railways, and build our cities and streets. There are places for people everywhere... And there is a place just a few thousand kilometers away. The most indispensable thing is people. If we Buy them over—"

Arman said mockingly.

"There is no slave trade here. How about buying people and releasing them later?"

"So you need to change your thinking mode. Can't we just find a way to turn their slave contract into a debt contract? Are you so rare for them to call you master?"

Looking at the stunned Arman, Zhang Ze continued to explain patiently.

"The specific operation is also very simple. We can register a labor agency and a loan company in the alliance, and then register a labor dispatch company in Xifan Port to buy healthy slaves from the nobles, or help those who have already given themselves A ransomed free man.”

"Of course this is not free, we are just giving them a second possibility in life, and they need to pay the money themselves."

"The ransom fee of 1,000 dinars, the settlement fee of 3,000 dinars, the ship ticket and travel expenses in silver coins plus 3% interest, a total of nearly 30,000 silver coins will be repaid in 20 years. It sounds scary, doesn't it? But usually It’s only 125 silver coins per month!”

"I think this profit is enough. We can even waive their labor agency fees and financial service fees depending on the situation."

"Of course, if they develop well later and want to redeem their families or send money back to support them, we can also provide them with similar services."

"125 silver coins per month is scary enough..." Arman smacked his tongue, took a sip of the fragrant beer, and even his tone of voice became polite unconsciously.

If we transport 10,000 people here, wouldn't we be able to collect more than 1.2 million silver coins every month? !

And it lasts for 20 years!

Although it is not as profitable as arms, it is still quite scary.

Thinking that Arman was worried that the workers could not afford the money, Zhang Ze smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"The money in Saifan Port has been made by you big noses. Of course they can't afford so much money. But this is the territory of our respected managers. Even if you have no hands or feet, I can still lend you money to install the instrument." Arm. As long as you are willing to work, it is easy to earn more than a thousand silver coins a month... How about it? Do you want to do it? "

Having already figured out the deal in his mind, Arman didn't hesitate for a long time. He drank half the beer in one gulp and slammed the cup on the table.

Those decadent eyes seemed to be glowing with a second spring, filled with the light of ambition again.

"Do it! Damn it... I must at least earn back the cost of this transaction."

If this deal goes through, the bank in Saifan Port might be able to loosen the rope around its neck!

Oh shit!

When he makes money, he must pay off all the loans!

Looking at Arman who had regained his composure, Zhang Ze finally showed a happy smile on his face.

After working at the dock for a few days, he has saved enough money to register a company. If this can be done, he will be at the top of his life just around the corner!

"Wait a moment, my partner will be here soon..."

"Partner? Do you have other partners?" Arman raised his eyebrows slightly, showing an interested expression.

Zhang Ze glanced at the time on the holographic wall clock, then looked in the direction of the door, and said with a smile.

"Of course, I can't handle such a big deal on my own, and the idea of ​​exporting labor was actually brought over by my partner from Beidao next door... The person has already arrived, right over there."

Armen followed his line of sight and saw four guys in blue coats standing at the door.

Seeing this, a surprised expression suddenly appeared on his face.

It's actually a blue gopher? !

Good guy!

This business is stable!

Although he doesn't like the alliance and has just been cheated by the alliance's goblin technology, if he is a teammate, it is a different situation.

No one thinks their allies are too reliable.

The four people looked around the bar and soon saw Zhang Ze waving to them, so they walked straight over.

A graceful smile immediately appeared on Arman's face. He looked at the four friends walking towards him and stretched out his right hand.

"My dear Arman, who are the merchants of Sisail Port?"

The man walking in front also had an enthusiastic expression and took his right hand.

"My name is Far-sighted Eagle, and the one next to me is the fighting wolf... We are all residents of Vault 404. Our name is a bit strange, so please don't mind it."

"Hello."

The wolf who was good at fighting nodded, and his taciturn look made him look like a hidden master.

But in fact, the reason why he behaved like this was simply because he didn't learn a few sentences in Renlianyu.

That's what makes the power department unhappy.

The intelligence attribute in the early stage is too low, with only three pitiful points, and it plays like a mentally retarded player.

What a strange name...

But when he thought that the other party came out of the shelter, Arman was not surprised.

"Then...where are these two?"

His eyes fell on the two friends behind Brother Eagle and Brother Wolf.

They seemed to be residents of the shelter as well, so he asked their names out of courtesy.

However, for some reason, the four people in front of them all had subtle expressions on their faces.

The far-sighted hawk coughed dryly.

"Don't ask about these two...just pretend they don't exist."

"Gan! What do you mean non-existence!" [The Stick] glared at him, then faced the Weirant man in front of him with a smile on his face, stuttering but trying hard to say, "My name is Stick, brother. Everyone calls me Brother Guan, and that guy is called Guan, you can call him Brother Guan or Brother Guan."

Catheter’s Dog: “???”

Arman's brows jumped involuntarily. He always felt that these guys in front of him were unreliable, but he still decided to observe first before drawing any conclusions.

So he looked at Zhang Ze beside him and said.

"When do we leave?"

Zhang Ze glanced at Brother Eagle, then at Arman, and said with a smile.

"I can do anything. Anyway, I'm right here at the port. You can discuss the departure time."

Arman looked at the four shelter residents, and the leader [Farsighted Eagle] said immediately.

"The sooner the better, I don't want to stay here for a moment... Maybe we can return in time for my birthday next month."

Arman suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, I have to buy a souvenir for my daughter... Is there a store near here?"

The four players were stunned when they heard this and looked at each other.

"The souvenirs are okay... There is some kind of souvenir here."

"How about buying a rag doll?" Brother Dog suggested.

"That's too featureless," Brother Gun shook his head, "It's better to put a bottle of sand back in."

The fighting wolf clicked on v, checked the translation, and suddenly stammered.

"How are the mutant specimens? The mutants here are quite special, the ones with long fins."

The other three were shocked when they heard this.

"Good guy."

"Fuck."

"You are too curious!"

"That won't work..." After barely understanding their exchange, Arman said with an embarrassed look, "I have sent specimens made from mutant heads before, but my little Ruby didn't like it... and neither did my wife. , said it was scary when he saw it at night."

Visionary Eagle: "...?"

Catheter dog: "..."

The stick that stirs shit: "Awesome..."

Listening to what these people said, Zhang Ze couldn't help but cover his forehead and pat his head, suddenly having an idea.

"How about taking some photos? Your child must have never been to the wasteland. The scenery here must be quite special."

Arman's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his hands hugged his shoulders excitedly.

"My friend, you are so smart! Why didn't I think of that!"

The far-sighted hawk tapped him on the shoulder.

"Then hurry up and take a photo. The sun is going to set soon. There aren't as many street lights as North Island and Potato Chips Harbor here. It's dark and you can't see anything."

The group of people left the bar noisily and took many photos before the sun completely set, recording the scene of Settlement No. 1 at dusk.

Standing on the deck of the cargo ship that was about to set sail, Arman was playing with the Polaroid camera he bought from the port grocery store. He suddenly laughed innocently and touched the back of his head.

"Why haven't I thought of this idea before...taking pictures? What a great idea."

A camera is not a rare thing, and he has been to many more interesting settlements than this one.

If they were all taken, those photos would have covered an entire wall.

What a pity!

As he spoke, he took another photo of the sunset sinking into the sea.

"It's okay. It's not too late to start recording from now on. There is still a long way to go in life..." The far-sighted Ying patted his shoulder angrily, speaking earnestly and pretending to be cool, practicing his unskilled couplets.

"makes sense……"

Arman grinned and put the camera away.

He suddenly felt that these shelter residents were not so annoying. Putting aside their stance, it was actually quite interesting to be friends with them.

These people's minds work very fast, and they can always come up with some fantastic ideas... including the legendary space elevator under construction.

He couldn't imagine these people calling him master, and it seemed quite disappointing if that was the case.

The crew members who had not yet finished drinking went up to the deck through the gangway one by one. After the captain counted the number of people, he walked up to Arman.

"It's ready, we can set off at any time... Speaking of which, is it okay to go back with an empty boat? It's like we made two trips in vain."

Arman said enthusiastically.

"No problem, and this trip is not in vain. After this trip back, we can quickly start a new, more profitable business... Ah, I'm sorry, the dividends from this business may be——"

Looking at the boss who was high-spirited one second and stammered the next, the captain made an indifferent expression, shrugged his shoulders and said.

"It doesn't matter. In fact, when I heard you say there was such a high profit, I knew something was going to happen... If not, there would be nothing. I just hope I don't miss my birthday. My family is still waiting for me to go back."

the far-sighted eagle asked curiously.

"What's your birthday?"

"It is the day when the Velant people were born and the beginning of a great legend."

Arman raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looked at the sea in the distance, and shouted at the top of his voice.

"set sail!"

The air horn sounded.

While those empty cargo ships were still lingering in the port and refused to leave, a group of eight cargo ships had already embarked on a new journey in the direction of the setting sun.

Fiery red light shone in the direction they were heading, and the afterglow of the setting sun filled the entire sparkling ocean.

That burning color.

Just like blood stained red.

This game is too real