This Game is Too Real

  The northern part of Gumcheon Province, surrounded by mountains and jungles, is an old ruin.

   Its name is Jinhe City, and it is seven or eight hundred kilometers away from Qingquan City, which is equivalent to the distance from Jiangcheng to Shancheng in reality.

   On the outskirts of Jinhe City, on a gentle **** at the edge of the forest, there is a small settlement called "Dust Town".

   There are two or three hundred families living here. A one-meter-high low wall surrounds the periphery of the town. Inside the town is a granite turret.

   This form of settlement is common in Gimcheon Province.

   After all, this is not like Luoxia Province, where there are deserts and river banks as natural barriers to limit the migration and predation of alien species.

   On the contrary, because it is located in the subtropical zone, the climate is humid, warm and rainy, so that a large number of alien species migrated here from other provinces.

   Here, the mutant slime mold is not the most dangerous, but the most dangerous are the mutants who migrated here from the east coast, and the radioactive material waste scattered on this land.

About a month ago, when the Alliance's army was in full swing with the Legion in Luoxia Province, this dusty town was still making a fortune, and the mayor made a lot of money by doing business with the Alliance. silver.

Then he used silver coins to buy a lot of LD-47s and Maxims that were replaced by the front line, replaced the original iron-barreled rifles and rusted short knives, and hired some vicious thugs as bodyguards, which was convenient for him to squeeze further. The old peasant working in the fields also facilitated him to keep the silver coins he hoarded in the fort.

   However, the good times did not last long.

   The mayor is a man of ideas, and it just so happens that the thugs who were invited are the same.

Seeing that there are mountains, water, and fields here, and they can make money by doing business with the rich owners who opened factories in the north, they can make money with their eyes closed, so this group of thugs with bad criminal records immediately hit it off and resolutely resumed their old business, holding the mayor of the town. The gun killed the mayor's family.

  Dust Town changed hands for the first time.

Those thugs have been bullying men and women for a period of time. Most of the businessmen who do business don't ask about it. If there is no accident, it will be a few years later. When the people who can work are almost killed, someday One evil spirit grows, and this place becomes a new marauder camp.

   But unfortunately, a talking lizard, a talking mouse, and a non-speaking human misread the map and came here by accident.

  Originally, they just wanted to ask how to get to the beach, so they sent the only guy who looked most human to ask.

   However, the thugs laughed out loud when they heard the new and mindless remarks, and they remembered the silver coins in his pocket, so they thought of killing people.

  I want to kill people and make money.

   That must be a predator.

   And then what happened is logical.

More than 20 predators are the opponents of this gang of ruthless people, let alone the cute new human being, the garbage gentleman and the strongman are the old players of the Alpha version, one search for the enemy and one output, even if the gun is not used, the whole town will be destroyed. The predators on the top became popular and famous monsters.

  Those townspeople were really scared to death at first, but after discovering that the death claw could speak, they were no longer afraid.

   After all, there are too many weird things in the wasteland.

Little things like    Death's Claw spitting out words are not surprising. And it's not surprising that Deathclaw can talk, and it's even less surprising that a rat can talk.

  The survivors in the town really liked these two guys.

  Compared to the tyrannical mayor and the robber who insulted them, the lizard who called himself a trash man and the rat who was called a strongman were just ugly, but not so scary.

  In order to thank these three good "people" who helped them see the injustice, the villagers built statues for them and even built an ancestral hall to honor them.

   The three little players refused at first, but it was so cool that they couldn’t stand the feeling of being admired, and they accepted it with a half push and a smile.

   Then, the big lizard promised them that they would guarantee the safety of the villagers. The mouse even said that with it, no other mouse would dare to steal the grain in the barn.

   And the townspeople promised that 20% of the food would be distributed to them as offerings... This is much lighter than the 70% of the old town mayor and the 90% of the thugs!

   And the players are flattered.

   20% of the output of a small town with two or three hundred households, no matter how much garbage you can eat, you can't finish it all.

So the three "people" together decided to sell the food they couldn't eat to passing traders, and then used some of the earned silver coins to help these poor people buy some alliance tractors and fertilizers, increase the output of the farmland, and buy some dozen by the way. Well repairing tools and so on, so that they can worship more.

   In order to facilitate management, they let the survivors vote to choose a new mayor, and then they found a few respected people to manage the militia and ordnance, money and food.

   This is the second time that Dust Town has changed hands.

  Although it's only been a month, everything seems to be getting better.

   Until a strange patient appeared in town.

   He had sores on his hands and feet, with pus oozing from the sores, his body was hot, his nose was watery, and he looked like he was terminally ill. However, the strange thing is that these symptoms did not make him lie on the bed weakly and wailing, but instead made him uncharacteristically stronger, and his appetite was amazing.

   Nothing so bizarre has ever happened in this area.

The    survivors in the town felt terrified, so they locked up the healthy patient and immediately reported it to the three gods who sheltered them.

   After cross-examination, the man confessed that he had caught a small cold some time ago. He listened to the words of a hunter from another village and ate a green fruit that is said to be able to cure all diseases, and his condition really improved.

   However, the good times did not last long.

   After some time, the small cold has not been cured, and even worsened. In order to curb the torment of his illness and not affect his daily work, he can only eat the green fruits constantly, and even secretly grow them in his own yard.

In the end, his body seemed to have reached some kind of reconciliation with the virus. As long as he kept eating the green fruit, he would be free from the disease and grow stronger with infinite joy... even if he The body has become a breeding ground for viruses.

   But if you stop eating that fruit, the reconciliation between the body and the virus will end, and his health will take a nosedive, rotting away like a rotten log.

   After understanding what happened, the three little players immediately paid attention to it, and without much effort, they found the hunter in the patient's mouth, and quickly pinpointed the source of the green fruit.

   That is a place called Hope Town…

  …

   Dust Town.

   An ancestral hall dedicated to "spirits".

   "By the way, do you remember... We originally planned to go to the south to watch the sea?" I wanted to be quiet on a wooden chair, and suddenly sighed and said.

   Picking up trash at level 99 yawned.

"remember."

   "Then when will we hit the road?"

  “emmm…”

   "Damn it! Are you addicted to being a savior?"

   I wanted to be quiet while I was yelling, and rolled my eyes at level 99 picking up trash.

   "Tsk, don't you enjoy it yourself!"

  I want to say quietly, dumbfounded.

   "I...that can't be helped by one person! Besides, we haven't archived for more than a month, is it really okay?"

   When he didn't enter the game before, he used to talk on the forum every day, saying that he wanted to explore the boundaries of the map, but when he really entered the game, he realized that it was as difficult as the sky.

   The first one is the language problem.

At present, even the old players of the Alpha version are very few who can speak fluent "human words". The translation function of VM is too obvious in offline mode. Some things are not understood even if they are translated, and some are not translated at all. .

   Up to now, he still communicates those few sentences on a daily basis.

   Relying on this half-hearted person’s words, he wants to break into the wasteland, which is simply looking down on those cannibals in the wasteland.

   However, Jun Jun was indifferent to his words.

   Archive?

  What do you want that thing for.

  Human stuff is weak!

"Hey, it's a ball if you don't save the file. You'll know after playing this game for a long time. The level is actually only a very small part of all the elements of this game, just like the dragon in "Old Roll 5", "Gwent Card" The wizard in 3 and the rainbow in Rainbow Six."

   "Pfft, what the **** is the rainbow of Rainbow Six!"

Picking up the trash, level 99 proudly said: "I mean, what the **** is the sequence level of "Wasteland OL"? Is it important? Does the low level affect you to pretend? Is the NPC here not realistic enough? Or let you use it Another identity is not enough to live again?"

   "Hey... I really envy you alien players." I wanted to say quietly with envy.

   If you were a different type of player, you would probably be able to walk freely in the wasteland.

   After all, most of the aliens walk around when they see the death claw, and ordinary survivors rarely provoke them when they see it.

   "Calm down, it's like a QQ account with a continuous number, that's the kind of treatment that Ou Huang only has." Looking at this Mengxin's envious expression, Jun Jun laughed, but his heart was in tears.

   He is very strong.

   And there is no doubt that it is strong.

   But unfortunately, no matter how strong he is, he will never have a penis.

   The strongman still has a group of spiritual wives, but he will only receive a mocking sniff in front of the other death claws.

Yes.

  Other Death Claws despised him as a "stunted" guy, even if the white bear can be liked by other native bears because of his white fur.

   Every time he thought of Neeko's contemptuous eyes, he grinned in anger, but he couldn't do anything.

   Damn it...

   This **** game setting!

   It was for this reason that when the new mayor of the dusty town carefully asked him if he wanted to prepare a priestess to serve the gods for the ancestral hall, he refused almost without hesitation.

joke.

  The frame was made by Lao Tzu, why should he be so happy with this new man next to him!

  The tail of this feudal era must be cut off!

   Quietly at this moment, he didn't know what wonderful program he missed, his attention was completely attracted by the mouse sneaking in outside the door.

   I saw a big fat mouse, calling out to a few little mice, and carried a sack in and threw it on the ground.

   Quietly stepped forward, opened the mouth of the sack, and took a look inside, and was immediately closed by the stench coming from his face.

   "Damn it!? What is this thing? It smells so bad!"

"Jade fruit! This is what the locals call it. It grows on a kind of tree, and it is said that eating it can cure all diseases," Qiangren said, raising his slender arms to wipe off the sweat and shaking the old man's beard. " It can cure all diseases... get this thing back, I have died, and several younger brothers have died."

   Stealing and tricking are the nature of mice, and those little mice who succumbed to his force did not completely obey his orders, especially in places out of his sight.

   Stealing food is a common thing, let alone stealing food, his "harem" is often suddenly pregnant for no reason.

   In the end, the one who listened to his orders the most was not a pure mouse, but a groundhog who had been with him for a long time.

   Since he ordered a set of steel claws from Mosquito to put on his grandson, it has killed many traitors in the tribe for himself.

   Resisting the stench, I wanted to quietly open the sack again and study the jade fruit inside. He found that the smell was not actually the fruit itself, but a layer of dark green slime attached to the surface of the fruit, as well as the soil soaked with green.

   Garbage Jun also stared at the contents of the sack curiously for a while, then looked at the fat mouse sitting on the stool resting.

   "Don't you have an iron stomach? Take a bite."

   "Fuck off! Lao Tzu has an iron stomach, but that doesn't mean that Lao Tzu is resistant to poison!" Qiangrenduo rolled his eyes, "You have a high physique, why don't you take a bite!"

   Junkman laughed, his thick claws scratched his head.

   "I'm tall, it doesn't mean I like to eat shit... Mingren don't talk secretly, this thing doesn't look like a good thing when I look at it!"

   looked green.

   As a warrior of pure love, he felt physical discomfort.

   The strong man coughed softly.

"Anyway... the information is accurate, as the patient confessed, this thing suddenly appeared in Hope Town. At first, only a few people planted this kind of fruit, and then the land where fruit trees were planted could only grow this thing, plus The local landlords are greedy for this stuff to sell for money, so more and more people are planting it.”

  I want to ask quietly and curiously.

   "Is this thing expensive?"

   The strong man continued to speak.

"It must be more expensive than grain. Although there are not many traders who collect it, I heard from the local survivors that they really planted it to make money at first, but they feel that it doesn't matter whether they make money or not... Eat it without fear Sickness, no need to wear clothes, no need to get cold, and you can see the world of bliss, and money is like dung in front of it."

   Hearing this, Jing Jing's expression gradually became serious.

   "Eat this thing and lose all hope... This thing is undoubtedly poisonous."

   "Nonsense, it's up to you to say it." Taking a pat on the back of this cute new head, Jun Jun looked at the strongman and asked, "So this thing came out of that Hope Town?"

   Contrary to his expectations, Qiangren shook his head.

   "No, they also got tree species from others. It is said that...the original fruit sapling came from a tribe of mutants called 'Qi', in an abandoned city about 20 kilometers away from us."

  I wanted to hear the words quietly, and my eyes widened immediately.

"Mutant?!"

   The strong man laughed.

   "Surprised, right... But if you look at the description of the mutants on the official website, it's actually not difficult to understand."

"The mutants are a special group. In the first stage, they will live in groups in the form of tribes, obtain food and reproduce through 'hunting'. In the second stage, they will breed a certain 'civilization' from violence, specific The manifestation is that the concept of 'cultivation' and 'captivity' was born, such as growing mutant fruit for food, raising a certain number of human females and a small number of males in captivity, allowing domestic animals to reproduce autonomously, and then planned 'use' and slaughter. Listen. It is said that there is a third stage, but this is only conjecture at the moment.”

   "The 'Black Rock' tribe discovered by other players in the great desert before is probably between the first and second stages, and this 'Qi' is probably in the late second stage, and is even transitioning to the third stage..."

   Junk Jun touched his chin.

   "What about the arguments?"

"Argument? Isn't it obvious? I heard that there are as many as tens of thousands of mutants there, even tens of thousands! It is impossible to maintain a population of 10,000 people by violence alone. They must have given birth to some kind of 'other' '...like the Orc's Gul'dan." As he spoke, the strongman's eyes flashed with excitement.

   Maybe he can learn from some sociological experience and find a way to build a huge mouse empire.

  I wanted to be quiet, but my expression became serious.

   "...This is not a small problem. The mutant tribe of tens of thousands of people is only 20 kilometers away from us. However, we have been here for so long and have not heard any news."

   Junk Jun also nodded and said seriously.

   "Well, these mutants have no interest in plundering the surrounding small villages, this is too abnormal..."

   Whether or not anyone cares, they have to synchronize this noteworthy news to the official website of "Wasteland OL".

   Whether it's a story about "Qi".

   And about that weird "emerald fruit"...

  …

   Just when the "pioneers" in the south were struggling with how to deal with the patients in the village and how to send the samples of "Jade Fruit" back to the Alliance for testing, the preparations for the Triumph Celebration had entered the final countdown.

  The streets and alleys were decorated with lights, and the pedestrians on the streets were bustling. The holiday started yesterday, and the shops on the streets have launched discounts and promotions. The number of stalls in the market has more than doubled.

   Not only the local residents of Dawn City, but also traders from Dawn City, Fallen Leaves City, and even Garbage City, Red River Alliance and other survivor settlements.

  The dazzling array of commodities and business opportunities everywhere have not only turned Dawning City into a living expo center, but also made silver coins a sweet pastry in the eyes of countless traders who have passed here.

  Only those who come and want to come again will keep silver coins in their pockets as currency. Looking at the materials stuffed on the warehouses and shelves, people have no doubt that the purchasing power of silver coins will be as strong as ever in the future.

  Especially with the return of the residents of the shelter from the front line, those people not only brought the rare treasures of Luoxia Province, but also brought back the excitement that was taken away from here a few months ago.

  Since the large army went to Luoxia Province, Dawn City has not been as lively as it is today.

   Such a grand occasion can be described as "all nations come to Korea"!

   "It's so lively here!"

  Looking at the people around her, Eliza was as excited as a bird out of its cage, her pale face that had not seen the sun for a long time was flushed with excitement at this moment.

   Looking at his elated daughter, Malvin couldn't help showing a relaxed smile.

   "So you have to hold Dad's hand."

"Um!"

  Alyssa nodded vigorously and clenched her father's hand.

   This is her first time to Dawn City.

  Although it is only more than 20 kilometers away from their home, at least 10 kilometers of them are difficult to walk.

   For these ten kilometers, his father brought at least fifty bodyguards, and the uncle who did not speak seemed to be a bionic man produced by the giant stone military industry.

  Since she walked into this settlement, she has been looking around curiously.

   Everything here is full of freshness to her.

  The men and women who were picking on the street and the salespeople who greeted them with smiles were actually not much older than her. Most of them were seventeen or eighteen years old, and they rarely saw old faces.

   When passing by a stall, she couldn't help but stop, and her eyes stopped on a beautiful hair.

   To be precise, it was the fishbone-shaped hairpin that was pinned to that hair.

  The small fish bone looks like a nick bit by a cat, which is very flattering. And in the Boulder store, she had never seen such cute accessories.

   The older sister with the hairpin is also very pretty.

   Her complexion is slightly darker, like wheat in the autumn sun, with a wild charm, but the smile on her face has a softness that contrasts sharply with her complexion.

   Noticing Alisha's gaze, Akica immediately realized that she was looking at the hairpin on her head, so she smiled and said to the little customer.

"Like it?"

  Alyssa nodded.

"Yes, I like it…"

   Qiucao blinked and looked at the cute girl in front of him.

   "Because the guest is cute, it only takes 1 silver coin."

Very cheap!

and…

   This elder sister speaks very nicely.

  Alyssa's cheeks were flushed with red clouds, and she always felt that she would be sorry for this sister if she didn't pay, so she looked at her father imploringly and tugged at his sleeve.

   Seeing that her daughter liked it so much, Malvern, who thought that the hairpin was a bit cheap, didn't say anything, and waved to his bodyguard with a smile.

  The latter nodded silently, took out a silver coin from his arms and placed it on the booth, completing the transaction.

  Melvin looked at his happy daughter and warned.

   "Don't wear it in front of your mother."

"Um!"

  Alyssa nodded obediently.

  Melvin rubbed her hair with a smile, picked up the hairpin in her hand, and helped her daughter pin it on one side of her hair.

  The delicate and small fish bones with golden hair are very cute.

   Of course, he knew very well that it wasn't because of how cute the card was issued and how skilled the hillbillies in the northern suburbs were, but because of the noble blood flowing in her daughter.

  The destination of their trip is the most magnificent Embassy Street in Dawn City, and he has already booked the VIP suite of the Ideal Hotel on that street in advance.

   That is the most famous hotel in the surrounding area. It was invested and built by the Ideal Group. It only supports Cr payment. It is mainly for residents visiting the ideal city, but others can also book if they can afford Cr.

  The entire hotel has 20 floors and stands out in Dawn City. The whole set of furniture and even the cement used to repair the walls are all shipped from Ideal City. The waiters are 100 bionic maids produced by Kangmao Group.

   Whether it is to live or talk about things, there is the first choice.

  The cameras of the Alliance are scurrying around in the sky, but they will never drill into the hotel in the ideal city. He knows this very well.

   On the way to the hotel, Alyssa looked around curiously, and a word suddenly popped out of her mouth.

   "Why do they all look happy?"

  Melvin said with a smile.

   "Because it's going to be a celebration soon."

   "What about us?" Alyssa tilted her head and looked at her father, "Why don't we also have a celebration? There will be a lot of interesting things appearing."

"We?" Malvin was stunned for a moment, then resumed the smile on his face, looked at his daughter and said gently, "We don't need that kind of thing, there will be a lot of interesting things, remember the store I took you to ?"

   "Is it from the inner city?"

   "Yes, the good things in the whole settlement are there, we can even buy the bionic prosthesis imported from the ideal city, there is no need to go to the market and rob those people."

   Noticing that her daughter's expression was slightly regretful, Malvern touched her head lovingly.

"My child, how can you envy those people... It's just a hairpin. If you like it, I can ask someone to make it for you, and it's a unique style. You should know that your life is better than theirs. Much better."

  Alyssa said sullenly.

   "But in Boulder, people keep their heads down when they look at us."

  Melvin sighed and said patiently.

   "That's because they respect us."

  Alyssa looked at her father in confusion.

   "But...you can't see their eyes, so how do you know whether they see respect or hatred in their eyes?"

   Hate?

  Melvin frowned.

   "Who taught you these things."

   He was really angry this time.

He has always been careful to maintain the beautiful world in her daughter's heart. He doesn't expect himself to live in that beautiful world, but at least he hopes that his beloved little daughter will never touch the people he usually contacts all his life. thing.

   But Nai He always had something nasty creeping into his house, blowing open the curtains he hung up again and again.

   Hate?

How could the word    be in his daughter's dictionary!

   Seeing her father's displeased expression, Alyssa closed her mouth, a look of fear appeared on her face, did not dare to say a word, and did not answer.

   Realizing that his expression frightened his daughter, Malvin quickly put on a warm smile and fondly stroked her beautiful hair.

   "My precious daughter... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to aggravate the tone. Please forgive Dad for occasionally bringing negative emotions from work home. Please also trust Dad. Dad will never harm you."

   paused, he said patiently.

"Your shoes, skirts, and pretty dolls weren't made out of thin air. The world has been devastated for a long time. Those lowly guys worked hard to bring all the good to you, not because they loved you as much as daddy, It's because of your dad, Uncle Duron, and the shareholders who support us... We all work together. You don't need to sympathize with the losers who have had a darker life, you know them if you really know them No sympathy at all... Starting tomorrow, you don't read Survivor Daily."

   Maybe I should say hello to Duron when I go back.

He supports those newspapers, radio and other entertainment. For example, Mr. House's channel is very good. He ridicules the ugly wastelanders to relieve their boredom, and also teaches the surrounding survivors to grow some cash crops... But The premise is that these things have to be entertainment.

   But looking at it now, Daily Survivor is clearly not that kind of thing.

   Although the sub-issues of "Playboy" are full of flirtatious sidelines, those innocuous and amusing jokes always make him feel offended after laughing. Are the nobles in the inner city so anxious? What beauties have they not seen? How could he lose his temper because he couldn't tear the silk stockings made of devil silk!

   What is even more abhorrent is the "Worker's Daily". Why are those serialized novels rising from the grassroots that are poor and white? Don't those guys whose brains are spoiled by beer know that this is illogical at all? No matter how awesome the mercenary is, it is still a piece of shit. Even if the awakened one can touch the fist with the power armor?

  Thinking of those workers holding a newspaper of the same style, a faint chill suddenly appeared in Malvern's heart.

   Maybe his daughter was right.

  How does he know whether those people's hidden eyes are filled with love or hate? Humans are much more complicated than mutants.

   But this matter can be slowed down.

   The top priority he has to solve is the circulation of chips.

   They have made too much "local currency".

   This will not work!

  The essence of trade is mutual benefit, but now it seems that only the alliance is drinking beer, and they drink a belly of foam.

   There must be a stable channel to exchange excess chips for silver coins, or preferably skip the junk silver coins and directly exchange them for Cr!

  If this problem can be solved, the nobles of the entire inner city will thank him, even if it is not his core customer!

   No matter how the life in the inner city is, it cannot be more comfortable than the ideal city.

   If they can exchange a large amount of chips into Cr, they can take the Cr that the chips have exchanged for, and go to the ideal city to live a fairy life that they could never have imagined before. The factories of Boulder are running, and the excess chips are pouring into an inexhaustible pool.

  Thank God, the Alliance has done what he wanted to do the most in his life but never had the chance to do it - solve the problem of Cr exchange.

   is not a consignment-style exchange like the exchange.

   The soup and water spilled when the merchants shake the bottles are not enough for them to divide up, and he has to carefully control the board even to pay for his son's tuition.

   But corporations are too generous to alliances.

   I heard that the profiteers on the east coast gave the alliance a preferential exchange rate of 1:3 in order to support the alliance! 3 silver coins can be exchanged for 1 Cr!

   It is unclear what the upper limit of the exchange is, but even if it is only 100 million, it is enough for the nobles in the inner city to dance.

  The Boulder City is also a victorious country. He has to help the residents of the Boulder City to get a cup of this real honeypot!

   Alliance, will become a bridge!

   At this time, he met an unexpected person at the entrance of Embassy Street.

   That iconic azure blue power armor, you can guess who it is without asking him!

   motioned the bodyguards behind him to stay where he was, and Malvin immediately walked forward with his daughter and greeted cheerfully.

   "Dear Mr. Manager, it's a pleasure to meet you here!"

   Hearing someone calling his name, Chu Guang turned around and saw a pompous man holding a little girl and greeting him.

"You are?"

"I am Malvin, the president of the Boulder City Bank! I have admired your name for a long time!" Gracefully performed aristocratic etiquette, Malvin looked at Chu Guang with a smile, and introduced the little daughter beside him by the way, " This is my daughter, Alyssa... Alyssa, say hello to this gentleman."

"Hello, Mr. Manager," Alyssa imitated her father's movements, and also performed an elegant manner, and looked at Chu Guang and blinked, "You look much younger than the legend, I I thought you and my father were the same generation."

  Chu Guang laughed when he heard the words, looked at the little girl, and said in a joking tone.

   "It seems that I am not mature enough, I have to learn more from your father."

"You're joking!" Taking the conversation from his daughter with ease, Malvern said respectfully, "Among all the settlement leaders I've ever met, you are the one who impressed me the most, please forgive the little girl. rude."

"How can it be rude? Youth is the morning sun, and it is the hope that shines on the gate of the refuge. This should be the best compliment," Chu Guang said with a gentle smile, looking at the blushing little girl. "I have a hunch that you have smart eyes and you should be a great person."

  Alyssa's eyes lit up and she said flattered.

"Really?"

   "Of course," Chu Guang nodded, glanced at her hairpin, and said with a smile, "Your hairpin is very beautiful."

"I hope my daughter can live a peaceful life," Malvin smiled, looking at Chu Guang and continued, "I am here to send you congratulations from all shareholders of Jushicheng Bank, congratulations You have defeated that savage legion and brought the light of order to the River Valley! Our future is brighter than ever! Common light!"

  Chu Guang also smiled and said politely.

   "Thank you, on behalf of the residents of the alliance, I would like to thank you for your blessings, and welcome you to come to Dawn City as guests. There are delicious wine and food here to welcome friends. Those who come are all guests and friends!"

  Chu Guang also saw this Malvin for the first time. It was Luka who had been communicating with him before, and he did not participate.

   In fact, this encounter itself is also a coincidence. He just went to the Embassy Street just to stop by, comforting Yi Chuan who is still missing his brother, and by the way, he asked Li Changkong, the representative of Ideal Group, to discuss the recent infrastructure project.

   He now holds a subsidy of 1 billion Cr, and the five major groups are very interested in the money allocated to him by the council.

  While Chu Guang was looking curiously at the richest man in Boulder City, Malvern was also carefully observing the man in front of him.

   Young, tall, and full of energy, this guy has everything he admires...especially those blazing eyes.

   He didn't know what the man was thinking, but when he looked at the man, he couldn't help but want to move his eyes away.

  Sometimes he couldn't help thinking, if only his eldest and second daughters hadn't gotten married.

   Two-way betting is a good option.

The nobles in the inner city "appreciate" this powerful man who can help them make a fortune. Even if they show a little sway, they will feel that they are vain and condescending for everyone's interests. After all, they have married the noble blood to the barbarians. It takes a little bit of courage on this land.

"Then... I have to take my daughter to the hotel for a while, and I want to talk to you alone later. I wonder if it is convenient for you?" Malvin knew that his time was precious, and he was embarrassed to delay him too much. Long.

  According to the procedure, he had to talk to Luca first, and then make an appointment with the grown-up for a negotiation. This is procedure and etiquette.

  Chu Guang smiled and nodded.

   "Of course, but it may be difficult before the festival... Can you wait until after the festival?"

   He can't wait to shove the bond into the pocket of the potbellied man in front of him, but he has to make some necessary preparations before that.

   can help him prepare to sell the bonds for a better price.

   After all, talking about this now will make him misunderstand that he is desperately short of money... This is something that must not be shown.

  Melvin was slightly stunned.

  Chu Guang's reaction really exceeded his expectations.

   He thought that Chu Guang would make an appointment right away, but he didn't expect him to be in a hurry, as if he already knew the principal and interest of the tens of millions of chips to be paid.

   That's 10 million chips.

   is evenly distributed to each alliance resident at least 50.

   This guy isn't going to default on his debt, is he?

  Melvin muttered in his heart, although he instinctively thought it was unlikely, an ambitious guy couldn't do such a short-sighted thing, but he couldn't help but wonder where this guy planned to change this money.

   Chips are not randomly printed.

   That thing was made by the casino before the war.

"Okay, then I'll let you arrange it!" Malvin patted his daughter's back lightly and said with a smile, "It just so happened that I took little Alyssa for a walk nearby... I've been in meetings these days, I It's been too long since I spent time with my precious daughter."

   Looking at the father and daughter, Chu Guang smiled and nodded.

   "Well, have a good time at the celebration."

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   (Thanks to the leader of "Xue Liu" for the reward!!)