This Game is Too Real

No. 97 Street is located in the west area of ​​Boulder City, where the sewage is flowing, the air is foul, and the dilapidated Tongzi Buildings are crowded in groups. 14

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Due to its proximity to the giant wall, the residents here can only enjoy the morning and noon sun. 1

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At dusk, the streets are shrouded in the shadows of giant walls. 3

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Objectively speaking, if the lighting is ignored, life here is much better than the slums outside the giant wall.

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Most of the people who live here are workers from nearby factories.

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Except for the local residents, few people are willing to come near here.

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There is almost no entertainment here, and almost no one will open a shop among a group of poor ghosts. . 7

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People who have jobs need to work for 16 hours and fall asleep when they get home. People who don't have a job will not take a chip out of their pockets to spend even if they stay for a whole day.

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But not without exception.

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At the junction with the industrial area, there is a beer hall called "Walnut". Its iconic sign is the pile of empty walnut barrels at the door. 5

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These wine barrels are small, they can be used as tables and benches, and they can even be used to deal with hygiene problems. 10

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When workers who have finished their day's work pass by, they will occasionally take out a foreman reward chip, drink a glass of cheap and large draft beer, forget the troubles of the day and go home.

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Some unemployed workers also come here to kill the whole day.

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Although it's shy, but it's good to smell the beer, or take two puffs of second-hand smoke.

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No matter what, it's better than sitting at home and listening to the yellow-faced woman sighing and babbling that she can't live any longer. 8

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Since almost no mercenaries will come here, tourists and traders from other places will not come near the Western District at all.

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Over time, it became a club for the workers of Boulder City.

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Everyone not only drinks, but also gathers in groups of three or five to discuss some parents' short stories or gossip that they have heard.

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Especially the gossip in the factory area. 1

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Of course, what people look forward to most is to hear the news of which factory is short of people, but this kind of thing has not happened for a long time.

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A shaggy unemployed worker said suddenly.

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"...How about we become mercenaries."

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The worker who was fired from the cannery just like him cast a glance at him.

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"Have you ever touched a gun?" 1

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"No, but I heard it's not very difficult, open the safety, aim the gun, then pull the trigger and drive the hot metal fragments into the corpse's head." The unshaven worker gestured with the broom beside the barrel One shot action, "Look, it's that simple."7

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The crowd burst into laughter.

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"The tide will have to wait for next year. It's summer. Your opponent is likely to be a predator."

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"I heard that the Liszt caravan is recruiting. They plan to open a new trade route from here to the Great Rift Valley."

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"The Great Rift Valley... I heard that it is in the northernmost part of the River Valley Province."

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"It's really far enough."

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Next to the door beam, a group of workers gathered around, taking turns smoking the **** of a cigarette that was about to burn out. 4

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Sperger couldn't help taking another sip, and found that everyone was staring at him, and quickly gave the cigarette in his hand to the next friend. 4

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Taking the cigarette **** and taking a breath, Pique, whose arm was bandaged, suddenly said.

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"Speaking of which, why haven't you seen Kent recently?"

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"I don't know, last time he took us to surround the city hall, and it was so relieved to see those well-dressed **** look pale with fright!" 1

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"It would be nice to do it again anytime."

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Anyway, they don't have anything else to do. Going to the street to make a fuss might be a good thing.

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At this time, the pot-bellied tavern owner, holding a huge wooden frame, walked out of the utility room next to the tavern.

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His name is Tang, and it's a very short word in renlian, with only one syllable. 1

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Looking at this group of poor ghosts doing nothing, Tang couldn't help complaining. 1

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"How long are you going to spend your time here? Can't you find a job if you don't have money?"1

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The co-worker who was smoking said with a smile.

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"We also want to work. Do you need a cleaner here, or a waiter? Do chores?"

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Tang Hehe smiled and said unceremoniously.

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"Why should I hire a big man who wants to have no chest, no butt, butt, butt, butt." 9

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Another man with a big and three thick raised his hand and said with a hilarious smile.

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"Will the boss be hired? I'll sign up." 3

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"Go away." Tang cursed.

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The walnut tavern has been having a hard time lately.

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There are more and more poor ghosts, and even the **** of the cigarette has to be smoked by someone else, not to mention taking out chips to buy alcohol.

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Sberg suddenly discovered that the old girl who helped pour the wine and the errand boy had been fired.

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Now even this kind of physical work is done by the boss himself.

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At this point in the past, this fat pig was sitting behind the bar dozing off and being lazy.

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At this time, Sberg noticed the wooden frame in his hand and the stack of papers in the wooden frame, and couldn't help asking curiously.

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"what is this?"

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"The Daily Survivor." Tang didn't say much, and moved it into the tavern.

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Survivor Daily?

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Everyone looked at each other, they had never heard of this name.

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Of course, it could also be because they don't read newspapers.

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Although most workers are literate, they basically know only a few words, and they can probably understand the level of equipment operation manuals and recruitment instructions.

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Workers who can afford newspapers will not have time to read them. 2

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Reading books and newspapers is a pastime worthy of a person sitting in the office. 1

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"How much is this thing?"

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"You don't need money, you can watch it casually, but you can't take it away." Tang said impatiently.

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These newspapers are provided free of charge by the Daily Survivor newspaper, and they come with a box of Nuka-Cola every month. 1

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Anyway, the floor area is not large, and it can be used as a pastime for the drunkards. Based on the principle of not taking advantage of the cheap, he brought it back.

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"for free?!"

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When everyone heard this, they were shocked.

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And this good thing? 2

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What made them even more incredible was that this inexhaustible iron rooster actually said these words.

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Sperger stepped up, took a newspaper from the wooden frame, and unfolded it in his hand.

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Pique, who was smoking, also threw away the **** of the cigarette in his hand that finally burned out, and curiously leaned over to watch.

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"…"

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"The city hall negotiates smoothly with the authorities of the new alliance, and the 200 million aid loan will be a win-win situation for both parties... What is the win-win situation?"7

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"I just want to smash the factories of the new alliance! Throw the junk they produce out of the giant wall!"5

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"But when their creditors don't seem to be bad... Kate's textile factory resumed work, according to the newspaper, because it received an order worth millions of chips."

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"Alyssa lost a southern shorthair cat. If anyone sees it, please contact the address in the newspaper and pay 25 chips...Alyssa...The name sounds familiar."3

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"I remember...it's the youngest daughter of Governor Malvern!"

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There is no entertainment industry in Boulder City, let alone celebrities. The top brand of the Queen of the Night bar and the family members of dignitaries are the targets of most ordinary people's gossip. 3

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No one is unfamiliar with Governor Malvern, after all, there is only one bank in Boulder City.

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As soon as they heard the name of this adult, everyone immediately came back to their senses, with envious eyes in their eyes.

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"...It's actually the daughter of the governor's family."

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"If anyone can marry her, they won't have to worry in the next life." 3

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"Stop dreaming, it's not dark yet." 2

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"25 chips to find a cat... 25 kilograms are enough for nutritional creams! Are these people so rich and have nowhere to spend?" 2

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"You know what, I think it's cheap!"

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"Hey, it's nice to have money..."

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There was a lot of discussion among the people surrounding the newspaper.

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Although the reward of 25 chips was enviable, no one set out to find it.

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Boulder City is so big, where can they find a cat? 3

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Not to mention whether the cat is still inside the giant wall is a problem.

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While the crowd was excitedly talking about gossip, Sberg's attention was on the last line of the newspaper.

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[We are committed to creating a newspaper that serves all survivors. If you see this newspaper on a public newsstand, please leave your valuable suggestions on it, and we will use it as a reference after recycling. 】

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A newspaper for all survivors?

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Ah.

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It's really strange.

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Although everyone is a survivor, living in the same wasteland, Sberg can vaguely feel that people are different. 3

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Some people are born with golden spoons, and some people are born alive like cockroaches. 9

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Just like that Miss Alyssa.

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What is the wasteland like, does it have a lot to do with her?

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She may have never seen nutritional cream, let alone taste it. 11

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After hesitating for a moment, Sberg finally borrowed a pen from the boss and wrote at the bottom of the newspaper.

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"We're very interested in what City Hall is doing."

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"The president's daughter's cat makes me frustrated. When I still have a job, 25 chips are my salary for ten days."1

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"...If only you could publish more information about your work."1

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"wish you a happy life."

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After writing these words, he returned the pen to the tavern owner.

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At this time, Sberg suddenly remembered that there was a mention in the newspaper that ten empty Coke bottles could be exchanged for one newspaper to take home.

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He couldn't help thinking in his heart, or wait until it gets completely dark, and go to the bar street to pick up empty Coke bottles.

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It’s better to change a newspaper and bring it back to teach my son to read, at least it won’t look like I’ve been wasted all day… 7

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Gu Ting

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It wasn't just Sberg who came up with similar ideas.

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In the past two days, there have been many "scavengers" picking up empty bottles around the tavern in Boulder City.

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10 empty Coke bottles can exchange for a copy of Survivor Daily, even if you don't need to read it, take it home to make a table or make a bed. 3

As for where this "Survivor Daily" came from, no one has paid attention to it.

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After all, it has just released its first issue, and its popularity is too small.

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As small as the factory owners, chambers of commerce bosses and officials of the city hall in Boulder City, it is impossible for them to notice... 2

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That night.

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President Malvern returned to his mansion on the edge of the inner tier with a cheerful expression on his face.

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The negotiation with Dawn City Lord went very smoothly. The other party came up with a beautiful purchase list, which included a large number of building materials, textiles and food.

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This will create at least 50,000 jobs for Boulder City and solve the food and clothing problem of nearly 100,000 people.

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By this time next year, the GDP of Boulder City will hit a new high! 5

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And the interest repaid by the new alliance and the influx of raw materials from the northern suburbs will give the factories in the industrial zone a new lease of life!

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The most gratifying thing for Malvern is that many factories have recently started to borrow from him.

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Someone borrows money for consumption, and naturally someone is willing to borrow money to expand production, and his bank can make money from both ends. 1

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And there is almost no risk of bad debts!

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Boulder City has entered a new cycle, and he seems to have seen the dawn of economic recovery! 5

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"It seems that you are in a good mood today, did something good happen?" Madam took the coat in his hand.

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"Of course," said Malvern with a beaming expression, "after so many days of talking, the negotiation is finally over, the representatives of the new alliance signed the agreement, and our relationship with the new alliance will enter a new chapter from now on!"

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Although the progress of the negotiations was full of twists and turns, thanks to his resourceful performance at the negotiating table, he firmly grasped the negotiation rhythm in his hands, and finally forced the representatives of the new alliance to make concessions and let the two sides reach an agreement. 6

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"But...is it really okay to lend money to those hillbillies?" Madam's expression was a little worried. 6

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In her opinion, the people outside the giant wall are either vulgar mercenaries, scruffy scavengers, or looters who rob houses.

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She had a hard time believing those people.

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Even if those people looked at her one more time, she would get goosebumps all over her body and feel physically uncomfortable. 8

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Malvin had a confident smile on his face.

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"What could be the problem? They have copper mines, farmland, and vast forests... I can't even wish those hillbillies could borrow a little more."1

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"Debt makes them our slaves, which is better than shackles."18

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At this time, he suddenly noticed the newspaper on the table.

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The headline on the front cover of the newspaper actually published the news that the negotiation was going well.

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Malvin raised his eyebrows curiously.

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The negotiation just ended today, the representatives of the new alliance reluctantly signed the loan agreement two hours ago, and neither side had time to make an official announcement. 1

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How did this little-known small newspaper guess that it would be possible to negotiate today? 1

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Meng is quite accurate.

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It couldn't have been printed a few hours ago.

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"what is this?"

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"Survivor Daily."

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Sitting on the sofa, Alicia was gently stroking the cat in her arms. After hearing her father's question, she raised her head and replied softly. 3

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"Did our family subscribe to this newspaper?" Malvin asked suspiciously.

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Alicia shook her head slightly.

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"No, but I think this newspaper is quite interesting... Didn't I lose a cat before?"

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Malvin can't remember which one, his daughter has too many cats. 3

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Seeing that her father didn't seem to remember this, Alicia continued in a soft voice.

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"You told me at the time that you had ordered the housekeeper to go to the pub to post a cat-seeking notice, and it would not be long before a mercenary helped me bring it back."

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"It seems like this happened... Then what?" Malvin couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

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It seemed that the cat hadn't been found, and he broke his promise in front of his daughter.

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But the sensible Eliza didn't blame him, and continued speaking in a gentle tone.

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"Later, the mercenary didn't show up, but the newspaper found me through the cat-hunting notice on the tavern, and said that it could place an advertisement in the newspaper for me for free. They just write a thank you note.”5

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Malvin smiled after hearing this.

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Are you trying to use your daughter's fame to make the newspaper famous?

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These people are quite business-minded.

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In the upper class of Boulder City, your daughter's name is much more expensive than a few chips.

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However, this kind of trivial matter is not worth worrying about, he just cares about his daughter.

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"If only I could find it."

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"Yes."

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Petting the kitten in her arms, Alyssa's eyes flashed with sadness, "I'm really worried that it will be hungry." 19

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at the same time.

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In a single-family building not far from the warehouse area, there is a plaque on the door that reads [Voice of the Alliance]. 1

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Judging from the brand new nail, the signboard should have just been hung up.

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Different from the desertion at the door, the newspaper office is busy at the moment.

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In particular, Hal, who is the president of the newspaper, has been busy from morning to evening without resting for a moment, so he can't wait to divide himself into two people. 7

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In fact it is.

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Since the newspaper office had just been established and was short of manpower, he had to take charge of several positions, not only responsible for the content of the newspaper, but also responsible for the layout of the newspaper, and at the same time, he also took into account the contact between the newspaper office and the outside world. 1

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As for why this happened, we have to start from that afternoon three days ago.

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According to the instructions of the administrator, the new alliance needs its own voice channel. 2

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However, due to the shortage of staff in the New Alliance's office in Boulder City, after some discussions between Shuyu and Luca, this significant task fell on Hal. 3

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Hal is flattered by the new alliance's trust.

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Although he also really wanted to repay these people for saving their lives and sheltering them, and to prove his ability, but after all, he had never run a newspaper, and he didn't even know what a newspaper was.

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Fortunately, Shuyu didn't really leave all the work on him, but went to the talent market to find a few employees who had worked in "The Voice of the Rock City" for him, which made him even Busy, but not in a hurry. 1

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"Survivor Daily" is their first product, and its distribution is mainly in the outer city of Boulder City.

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The first issue printed 1,200 copies, which were placed in pubs, grocery stores and mobile vendors with relatively low consumption levels. 1

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These newspapers are printed at the local printing factory in Boulder City. The printing volume is less than 10,000 copies, and the factory cost of each newspaper is about 0.5 chips. 6

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If labor, rent, water and electricity are counted together, their expenses for a whole day today will reach thousands of chips.

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As for income, don't think about it for the time being.

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These newspapers are provided to those partners almost free of charge.

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The retail price of each newspaper is one chip. If it is sold, after deducting the profits belonging to the partners, they can recover the cost of printing the newspaper at most.

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And in order to promote these newspapers, they also took fifty-six boxes of Nuka-Cola!

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But it's all worth it.

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A meeting was being held in the conference room on the second floor of the newspaper office. Hal gathered the only six editors of the newspaper office to summarize the suggestions left by readers in the newspaper and discuss the content of the next issue.

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At this time, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and a staff member hurried in.

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"Good news! Half of the 1,200 newspapers sold!"

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Hearing this sentence, many people at the conference table frowned, and their faces showed joy.

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Under the condition that you can read at will, half of it can be sold. For a new newspaper with no reputation, this result is quite good.

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At least it shows that there is no problem with their content.

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The staff member paused for a moment and continued.

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"...But the bad news is that we didn't make any money, we only got back 120 chips and more than 3,000 empty bottles."

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Hearing the second half of the sentence, the editors sitting at the conference table looked at each other.

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"...Maybe I can make a profit by selling these bottles." An editor glanced at the newspaper president and suggested in a low voice. 1

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Finding a job is not easy these days. 1

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Especially newspapers are not a necessity of life.

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He was really worried that the job he had finally found was gone.

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Seeing the concerns in everyone's eyes, Hal, who was sitting at the conference table, stood up and cheered everyone up with an enthusiastic voice.

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"Don't worry about loss, profit is not our goal! There is only one thing we need to do now, and that is to become famous as soon as possible!"3

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"I have carefully studied the feedback suggestions just now. The title of "Survivor Daily" is still too general, and the content is not targeted enough!"4

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"People sitting in the office will not be interested in which factory's assembly line is short of people, and the workers in Boulder City will not care what clothes the Queen of the Night's top brand is wearing today."3

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"I think in addition to "Survivor Daily", we should also set up "Worker", "Citizen", "Playboy" and other different sub-issues, and put different content for different customer groups!" 25

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"Since "The Voice of Megalithic City" has occupied the upper class of Megalithic City, then we will go to areas they have never set foot in and open up new battlefields!"5

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When he said these words, Hal felt that every cell in his body was boiling, and his eyes flashed with excitement and ambition. 3

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If this plan can be realized, the newspaper he founded will occupy every minute after dinner among the residents of Boulder City, and the words he wrote will be read repeatedly by hundreds of thousands of people.

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And he will become the "uncrowned king" of the city! 7

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It was the first time he had encountered such an exciting event after being away from home for so long.

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Hearing him describe this amazing blueprint, everyone's faces showed surprised expressions.

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An editor couldn't help asking.

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"Do we have that much budget?"

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Hal said firmly.

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"...There will always be a way! Didn't our boss say so? The Alliance will not be stingy with its investment in the cultural industry!"

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"What's more, we just got a loan of 200 million chips. There must be a place to spend this money, right?"54

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(Thanks to the leader of "A Nie" for the reward!! I woke up late today...t.t)