Chapter 288 Self-aware people usually have good luck, whether they are NPCs or players

   "Dear Master Manager, I am willing to dedicate my farm to the new alliance!"

  The reception room.

  Standing in front of Chu Guang, Old Brown lowered his head respectfully, and placed his wrinkled right hand tremblingly on his left chest to show his respect.

  Chu Guang looked at him quite unexpectedly.

   Good guy.

   Are you so enlightened?

  Hearing that Brown wanted to see him for something, Chu Guang thought he was here to ask for the grain and biomass oil he had borrowed before, but he didn't expect that he came to surrender.

   "Can you tell me what made you suddenly make this decision?"

  Of course because I want to live—

  But the smart old Brown naturally wouldn't say that.

  The expression on his face changed slightly, he raised his head solemnly and solemnly, and said in a cadenced voice.

   "It's your speech, my lord administrator."

  Chu Guang carefully recalled his speech, but he can’t remember what he said that day. He only remembers an advertisement for his “nuclear soda” at the end.

  Seeing that Chu Guang did not speak, Old Brown continued.

"...Your impassioned statement at the ceremony enlightened me, who was dull, and made me feel deeply ashamed of my past actions. I did a lot of things I shouldn't do in order to survive, and I can't justify it All this is involuntary, and I only hope that my sins can be alleviated in this way."

   "A new world of equality and no oppression is also what I expect."

  When he said this, Old Brown's face was full of piety, but his heart was full of bitterness.

   In fact, he not only wants to live, even if the new alliance does not want his farm, he will soon be unable to manage the farm.

  In the previous Battle of the Waves, Vault 404 conscripted almost all of the biomass oil from his warehouse, and after the war ended, it was not seen that they had any intention of returning it.

  Brown is of course embarrassed to ask for it.

   After all, he doesn't have those blue coats, let alone the farm, his head might already be hanging on the chair of the Bonechewer Tribe, and it's not Tide's turn to make a move.

   But this is borrowing food and oil, and his warehouse is already empty enough to run away mice.

Yesterday, he asked the housekeeper to do a calculation and found that he had lost nearly 10,000 chips in just the past two months at the beginning of the year. When he thought that he still had to support more than 200 slaves and more than 40 servants, he felt a headache like is to split.

   It's still the beginning of the year.

   What if I can still get it at the end of the year? ? ?

  Especially now, the new alliance has been established, and the entire area from the North Fifth Ring Road to Yumu District will be included in the restoration area, and his farm happens to be within this range.

   What should come has finally come.

  Old Brown was not surprised by this result, but heaved a sigh of relief.

  At least I don’t have to be woken up by the sound outside the house in the middle of the night, and I don’t have to face the sunshine the next morning in fear.

  He has had enough of these days!

   Before Vault 404 came to him to free the slaves, he offered to dedicate the sinful farmstead to the great alliance.

   And this is currently the only way for him to retain his last dignity.

  After listening to Old Brown's impassioned speech, Chu Guang smiled in his heart, but he didn't believe a single punctuation mark in his nonsense.

  But this guy can be so conscious, which saves him a lot of time.

"I'm glad you think so, but we're not the kind of unreasonable people. We won't want your farm, which belongs to you. As long as you are willing to abide by our order and recognize our sovereignty over the recovery area, You can continue to operate it under our supervision."

  Brown was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and he didn't understand what Chu Guang meant, so he whispered tremblingly.

   "My lord, I don't understand what you mean."

   Compared with the manager of the alliance in front of him accepting his farm, he is more afraid that the other party will say politely to him that he can't do it.

  The new alliance has taken over the farm, which means that he still has a way to survive.

  He was really scared, the blue coat said no, he would arrange a public trial for himself later, and let the slaves write their own crimes.

   That's the end of calling the calf!

  Reading the fear that gradually emerged in Old Brown's eyes, Chu Guang immediately guessed what he was thinking, so he said with a relaxed smile.

   "It literally means that as long as you abide by the laws of the alliance, release all slaves, hire employees in accordance with our minimum wage standards and labor treatment, and fulfill your tax obligations, you can obtain legal protection."

   Release all the slaves?

  Brown said with a wry smile.

   "My lord... You should take my farm away. There are lands everywhere in this wasteland, but without the slaves, they are just a pile of useless soil. You can't expect the food to pop out of the ground by itself."

  People are always dissatisfied.

   It seems that if the employees are given two more days off and they get off work on time, the day will collapse.

   No slaves can't farm land?

   Joke!

  Chu Guang felt that he had to settle a score with him.

   "How many slaves do you have?"

  Old Brown didn't dare to hide anything, but he really didn't have the habit of counting how many slaves he had every day, so he said cautiously.

   "There are probably more than two hundred..."

   Chu Guang continued.

   "How many fields?"

  Old Brown continued.

   "The actual planting area... is about 500 mu."

   More than five hundred acres?

   There are so many?

  Chu Guang had a slightly surprised expression.

  He estimated based on the map that the actual planting area of ​​the Brown Farm was only about 100 acres, but he didn't expect it to be five times more than his estimate?

   This error is a bit outrageous.

but.

   This matter can be considered later, and the process of liquidating the fields has not yet come.

   "Don't you think it's a waste of more than two hundred laborers planting five hundred acres of land?" Looking at Brown who didn't know it, Chu Guang said sadly.

waste?

  Brown's face was full of bewilderment.

  He didn't feel the waste at all.

  Slaves don’t need to be paid, just give them food. And the food the slaves eat is also cheap. After planting the grain, they scatter a handful of green wheat on the ground, or find a corner to plant some croissants, which is their ration.

   Wait until the slaves can no longer work, sell them directly, or take them outside for disposal.

"If I were you, I would sell the slaves, use the money to buy a few tractors, then equip them with seeders and harvesters, and save some money to build water towers and irrigation canals for the farm. Five hundred acres of land, More than 20 people are enough! Give them some wages and bonuses, and they will work harder than slaves, and even treat the farm as their own home."

   "If you don't have slaves, you can't grow land? This kind of thinking is very problematic!"

  Old Brown was taken aback by what Chu Guang said.

   After a while, he whispered something.

   "...My lord, 200 slaves can only be exchanged for 200,000 silver coins at most. Is this money enough to buy the things you said?"

  He didn't know how many silver coins or chips are needed to buy these devices, but he just thinks that the manager's algorithm is casual enough.

   Chu Guang said with a slight smile.

   "Maybe not enough, but it's not much worse. For the sake of your sincerity to join the alliance, we are willing to provide you with a loan with negligible interest to help you upgrade your agricultural tools and get through the initial transformation period."

   "Don't worry about repaying it, we will distinguish between personal and company debts. This is not Boulder City, even if you go bankrupt, it won't make you a slave. As long as the accounts are normal, the remaining assets will be auctioned at most."

  Old Brown came out of the reception room in a daze. He couldn't figure it out after a long calculation in his head.

  He was already prepared to lose the farm, and he only hoped that the manager would leave some property for himself for retirement, but he actually got a loan?

   And you can continue to run your own farm.

  His heart was full of confusion.

   After all the calculations, I seem to have made money?

   It's outrageous.

  For this self-conscious feudal lord, Chu Guang did not embarrass him, even encouraged him a few words, and sent him outside the door himself.

   It is Grandet's behavior to hold all property tightly in the palm of his hand, and the reasonable allocation of resources is what the alliance manager should do.

   What Chu Guang needs is not a farm, but to ensure the production of food and industrial raw materials in the territory. If Old Brown is willing to take the initiative to welcome the new order, he can certainly give him a decent ending.

  If the propaganda tool is used properly, Old Brown's deeds may also serve as an example for those small feudal lords outside the recovery area.

  Looking at the figure disappearing at the edge of the park, Chu Guang rubbed his chin in thought.

   “…the new alliance needs its own propaganda department.”

   Why don't you just learn from the sound of Boulder City and get a radio station that belongs to Dawn City?

  Chu Guang's eyes lit up, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was necessary.

  What do you call doing good deeds without leaving your name?

   That's an honest man!

   You can't always let others run the train with their mouths full of words.

   Wastelanders in Boulder City and the entire southern area of ​​Qingquan City have the right to know the most authentic New Alliance and Dawn City.

   All in all, he also has to find a few people who can brag, and grab back the propaganda position that has been neglected all the time!

  …

  The next day, the working group sent by the New Alliance entered the Brown Farm, and with the assistance of the guards, they liquidated the assets of the Brown Farm.

   The main things that need to be counted are slaves and land.

  One is about principles, and the other is about taxation. These two are the most important issues. As for Old Brown's private property, Chu Guang did not intend to take it away from him.

  As long as it is within the territory of the new alliance, it is the same in whose hands it is placed.

  Old Brown also cooperated quite well with the working group that came to reform him, but when he saw who came, he was dumbfounded.

   "Lu, Luka... How do you do, sir."

  When he went to the outpost last winter, he didn't recognize this face. It wasn't until he inquired about Changjiu Farm that he learned that Luka was a slave who escaped from him.

  When he first heard about this, Old Brown broke into a cold sweat on the spot.

  He still remembered that he was so angry that he almost killed the guard who let Luka go without permission. However, considering that this might make things worse, he thought about it and finally didn't do it.

  Looking at Luca standing in front of him, Old Brown was nervous, feeling like a fish on a chopping board.

  He even began to regret that he didn't pack up his clothes and ran away.

   But Luka didn't make things difficult for him, and looked at him calmly and said.

   "Hello, Mr. Brown."

   "Follow the order of the manager. I am Luka who is here to oversee the renovation of the farm. We will take the slaves here to Changjiu Farm for study and transformation, and the commissioner will evaluate the price and give you a one-time compensation."

"And after that, I need to make sure that everyone here has a free status. Remember, everyone. Unlawful restriction of personal liberty is a felony. You are now a citizen of the new union. I hope you will bear this in mind. thing."

  He has gained a new life. As for the previous things, Luka has long since no longer wanted to pursue it, and it doesn't make any sense.

  Besides, this is the task of the manager. Luca, who feels more loyal than anyone else, will never mix personal feelings in it.

  Brown Chicken nodded as if pecking rice, with a flattering smile on his face.

   "I promise you! I will do my best to cooperate with your work!"

  Luka nodded.

   "Better so."

  Twenty guards in black coats marched in unison and entered the Brown Farm in two teams.

  The serfs standing by the shack looked at these people blankly, confused about what happened before them,

  They still don't know that their destiny will undergo earth-shaking changes.

  The farm guards standing around the fence cast envious eyes at the rifles on the guards' backs.

   "No wonder they can defeat the Bonechewers... With this equipment, I feel like I can touch Boulder City."

  Although they have never been to Boulder City, the uniform formation and uniform, as well as the shiny long bayonets and rifles on their backs, are already the limit of their imagination.

   At this time, someone continued.

   "I heard that it is not this group of people who can fight the most."

   "Is there anything better?"

   "Those blue coats are all awakened! Those wearing black coats are just guards to maintain order."

  Everyone is an awakener? !

How can it be!

   Not many people believe this sentence.

   One or two hundred is more or less acceptable, but they are all awakened, which is too exaggerated!

   After all, awakening requires more than just hard work, and this thing requires talent. Many people are unable to awaken until they die, and many people suddenly awaken after just one life-and-death experience.

   "By the way...Old Brown has surrendered, what will happen to us?"

   "Probably disbanded on the spot. If I were the manager of the new alliance, I would not allow such a large uncontrolled armed force to exist on my site."

   "But they didn't pay attention to those mercenaries?"

   "It's not the same. A mercenary is a mercenary, and a slave owner's guard is another matter... In short, there is a difference."

   "If it is really disbanded, I will go to the army. I will work hard for anyone, and I won't do anything else anyway."

   "Come on, you're just a crooked poor man? Can you pass the physical examination?"

"hehe!"

  Listening to the unscrupulous laughter of the companions around, Liu Wuyue's face was full of resentment. He hated those blue coats for taking the farm, and hated these people for being indifferent to the fate of the farm, and he was ashamed of Brown's favor to them!

   This is not loyal at all!

  Finally, he couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.

   "We gave them so much tribute, and now they want to take the farm from us? Bloody hands are not so bastard!"

  A few years ago, he finally changed from a slave to a guard, and became a person with a name. Now he can finally ride on the heads of those slaves and do his best, but now someone tells him that they are free?

   What a joke!

  He doesn't want that!

  The older guard glanced at him.

   "Bloody hand... Those packs of wolves have come to our place to fight the autumn wind, and we give them much more food than the blue coats."

   Liu Wuyue said stubbornly.

   "But at least they didn't take our farm!"

  The older guard shrugged.

"Maybe, but what does it have to do with me? This is old Brown's farm, neither yours nor mine. Maybe he made some deal with the new league, a promise of money or something, but whatever Whatever it is, it has nothing to do with you and me."

  He still has a good impression of the new alliance.

  Different from most of the guards here, he is a wastelander who wandered from the east, not a guard promoted from a slave. He worked for Old Brown not for any loyalty, but purely for a living.

  He met many slave owners along the way, but this was the first time he met an idealist who was willing to return freedom to people.

  Although he had never met the manager, he was deeply impressed by the lord's kindness.

  Maybe he'll join the army later.

  Just like what the other guards said, it’s a life for anyone. Anyway, he can’t do anything other than pull the trigger, so it’s better to leave the bullets to the predators and alien species.

  Liu Wuyue was so angry that he couldn't speak. Seeing that there was going to be a conflict, Liu Jiuyue who was standing beside him hurried up to give him a hand.

   "Forget it, brother, don't be impulsive."

   Fighting in front of guards is not a good idea.

  This is already the territory of the new alliance.

  As the leader of the farm guards, Liu Zhengyue's mood at the moment is also full of complexities.

  He felt that Old Brown was simply intimidated by those blue coats.

  Perhaps the people in the new alliance didn't plan to control them at all, and they didn't even look down on their palm-sized place. It was all because of Old Brown's self-smartness that led to this result.

   What's more, they have been donating food to those blue coats all the time. Those people will not kill donkeys, right?

  But it's useless to say anything now.

  Their master has dedicated this farm to the new alliance, and the only consolation is that they can continue to cultivate this land.

   It's just that there are no more slaves to call.

   On the drying field.

  All 217 slaves were brought here, standing in two rows in the open space, looking around blankly, and the guards with rifles on their backs.

  They don't know that these people are here to save themselves, or even what's going on outside the walls.

   They watched Old Brown walking in front of them.

  The man who had been domineering to them all this time, used a polite tone for the first time today, looking at them like he was treating people and said.

   "The new alliance is established, thank the great administrator, you are free from now on! I am no longer your master, and you are no longer anyone's slave."

   "Live well in the new era."

"it's all over."

   After throwing down these words, Old Brown left in a hurry, and soon the working group led by Luca took over here, and started working with the cooperation of the guards.

  Many slaves recognized Luca, but the changes in him made all the slaves afraid to recognize him.

  However, Luca did not put on any airs with them, and walked in front of them patiently, and publicized the thoughts and will of the lord manager with them.

   and the only private goods he carried—

   Loyalty!

   It is the manager who saved you, so you must remember and abide by your loyalty!

  After hearing these words, the slaves who were originally anxious were relieved.

  For the vast majority of them, loyalty that can be explained in one sentence is far easier to understand than equality and salvation.

  Seeing that these people finally understood the painstaking efforts of the manager, Old Luca finally showed a gratified smile on his face.

  In any case, backward production relations must be abolished.

  In the recovery area of ​​the new alliance, human freedom will be protected by law, and this is Chu Guang's promise to those who support him.

   217 serfs and 41 servants will automatically obtain the status of wards, and go to Changjiu Farm to undergo transformation ranging from one to six months.

  During this period, the new alliance will provide them with food and opportunities for education, and their obligation is to learn at least one skill that can make a living.

  Whether it is stepping on a sewing machine, or moving bricks and screws, at least find a job that you can do.

   In addition to this, they also need to learn the laws of the new alliance and accept new ideas.

  When the transformation is over, everyone will automatically obtain the status of residents of the new alliance and decide their own future.

   They can of course continue to farm.

   But not for others, but for yourself.

  …

  Chu Guang originally planned to go there in person for the acquisition of the Brown Farm, but unfortunately, there were more important matters that could not leave, so he entrusted it to the old Luca.

  Today is the third day of the establishment of the new alliance. At 8:00 a.m. wasteland time, the first batch of European emperors who qualified for the beta test of version 0.1 of Beta finally went online.

  Chu Guang temporarily placed the newly produced training cabin in Shelter 117.

  Because there is no independent room suitable for placing the dormant cabin on the B4 floor, and it involves the most core area of ​​the shelter—the terminal of the control server.

   This is a "developer" function, and it is naturally impossible for Chu Guang to open it to players.

   Although Vault 404 doesn't have any more space, Vault 117 does have 100 "deluxe single rooms" available.

  In the BUG correction of the Beta0.1 version, Chu Guang changed all the 500 rooms of No. 117 Refuge into double dormitories.

  The first batch of players for round B testing is tentatively 40 people.

   At the same time, the exploration plan for No. 401 shelter and reactor fuel rods is also in progress. Currently, this work is mainly carried out by the scientific research team led by Yin Fang.

   On the square of shelter 117.

   It was a noisy noise at the moment.

  Most people put on the helmet with the mentality of giving it a try, but they didn't expect it to be true.

  All the expectations and apprehensions have been settled at this moment, and the joy and excitement gushing out is like being reborn!

   Lower my voice and I'm Bron: "Hahahaha! Come in! I finally came in!"

  Asian picture: "Everyone be quiet, listen to me, everyone here is a person who stands out from hundreds of millions of good brothers, so speak harder!"

  Brother Bing and Huozi: "Oh! Everyone, be tough! Is the dog planner here? Light a cigarette for Ye Xin!"

  Asian picture: "Fuck, brother awesome!"

  Luo Yu kneaded her face repeatedly.

   "Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

  Feng Qing looked around blankly.

   "The modeling is flawless, it can't pass through at all, and there are differences in light and shadow effects and temperature. This game...is too real!"

  Wearing azure blue power armor, Chu Guang and his most loyal guards stood aside quietly watching these cute newbies crying, laughing, making noise and jumping excitedly.

  He has long been used to the performance art of the players, and can understand the excitement in their hearts, but the guards next to him are somewhat unaccustomed.

  Chu Guang coughed lightly, and said softly in the communication channel.

   "Frozen Awakening Syndrome, the dormancy time is more than two centuries... This happens occasionally, don't be too surprised."

  The symptom was made up by him now, and no one can prove it wrong anyway.

   Of course, the guards wearing exoskeletons had no doubts about what the manager said. They thought that the manager's will was the truth, and they all nodded loyally.

   Not to mention accidents, the expressions on their faces didn't change at all.

   Same as previous versions.

  Chu Guang gave these excited little players enough time to celebrate, allowing them to fully vent their excitement and excitement.

   At the same time, most of the old players who planned to do the task of "Passing the Torch" stood on the edge of the hall and watched the newcomers comment and choose.

  Most of them came here in this way.

   Even more exaggerated than these new people.

   Watching the newbies make a fuss is one of the repertoires of the closed test server of "Wasteland OL".

  "This year's newcomers can't do it," Tail folded his arms and shook his head old-fashionedly, "No one took off their pants!"

  Sisi glanced sideways at his tail.

   "Your speech is dangerous."

  The old players with cuteness are mainly in the LV8~LV11 range, but there are also some "50% new players" who have just passed LV5 and come to recruit apprentices.

  Chu Guang didn’t strictly limit the level of the “Passing the Torch” task, and didn’t even limit him to be a professional combat player. The only requirement was to have a VM.

   At the same time, due to the update of the corps system in Beta0.1, many old players who plan to set up independent corps are also shaking people here.

  However, the recruiting conditions of these bigwigs are usually more stringent than that of casual players, mainly for like-minded **** players.

   There are many ways to play "Wasteland OL".

  Although it tends to recruit capable **** players, it does not "only" recruit **** players.

  An overly serious server atmosphere will make the game less popular, and this is why Chu Guang has always emphasized on the official website that "Wasteland OL" is a "joyful MMORPG" that focuses on leisure.

  Carrying a wooden sign in his hand, he yelled excitedly with his big eyes in debt. He looked very much like an old man picking up children at the gate of a kindergarten.

"The Death Corps is recruiting! We have the highest battle damage and the most medals, we will go wherever there is danger! The only requirement is to obey the command in team battles, and you are not afraid of death when fighting in a team. Professional firefighter Brother Shui will take you to experience the most realistic fire fighting on site!"

   I can't help spraying water on the edge.

   "Have you advertised like this?"

   Debt Big Eyes smiled.

   "You know what a der! Didn't you see that the eyes of those cute newbies are bright?"

  The construction site boy and Brick raised their hands.

   "I'm big-eyed! It's better to speak clearly with the newcomers than to join the group and have conflicts!"

   On the other hand, Brother Mole's "Skeleton Corps" and Commander Spring's "Storm Corps" are also recruiting, but neither of them are very open.

   If you want to talk about its characteristics, there are also some. The former is mainly equipped with German sticks and sends engineering shovels to the regiment. The latter advocates breaking the whole into parts, and everyone wears whatever they want.

  Many newbies have seen Brother Mole’s posts on the forum, especially when they heard that he is an unemployed painter, and some **** players who are relatively criminal have signed up with him.

  Besides the death corps, the one who made the most noise was undoubtedly Brother Mosquito.

   This guy can be said to have performed the performance art to the extreme. Standing in the square in the equipment of a flamethrower, he yelled at the voice of the drake.

   "The Burning Corps is recruiting! The T0 boss will take you to pretend and fly you! The Corps has an air force and artillery, and now adds a 10% discount coupon benefit with goblin technology! It can be used for an unlimited time!"

  Commander Quanshui: "Damn, aren't you a professional life player, Mosquito?"

  Mole on the run in the canyon: "That's right! You come here to join in the excitement of der! And your thing is also called the Air Force?"

  Makabazi: "That's right! Your broken plane is not as bad as I say, bro, it looks like the Air Force!"

  Stop talking nonsense: "???"

   Ignoring everyone's complaints, Mosquito smiled and said, "Hey, who said I'm a life professional player! Have you ever seen a life professional player who kills the boss for the first time?"

  The battlefield atmosphere group standing aside was the darkest with me, and they rolled their eyes at the same time.

This guy.

   It's just stealing someone's head, so I have the nerve to talk about it every day!

  The mosquito coughed.

   "Don't talk nonsense, I'm helping Lao Bai and the others recruit people. Originally we planned to call it the Cow and Horse Corps, but the name is too lame. We used to play Warcraft together, so we changed it to Burning Corps."

   It turned out to be some big bosses of the cattle and horses.

  Everyone stopped complaining about mosquitoes pitting Mengxin.

   The fighting power of the cattle and horses is obvious to all.

  But Lao Bai and the others did not recruit new recruits themselves, but let the mosquitoes do it for them, which was beyond the expectations of the players such as Mole and Quanshui.

   Did these hateful Europeans receive any hidden missions?

   Not cutting a knife is too much!

  In addition to the major newly established corps, those merchant players who intend to trick the newcomers into the group are also shouting for cakes.

  The noisy voices in the square can be heard endlessly, and the newbies are stunned to find that these old players can make more noise than them.

   Just then, there was a scream from the crowd.

  Unprofessional retort: ​​"Damn! Why is my nose flat?"

  The players around turned their heads to look at the door, and they were immediately happy.

   Good guy.

  An upright walking... Bajie?

  The nose and ears can't be wrong!

   "Nice, after the cat girl, are there pigmen?"

   "Friend, can you eat pork?"

   "Hey, the bad taste planned by the dog!"

   "Hahahaha, brother, I read your book!"

  Unprofessional retort: ​​"%￥#@!"

   Standing in the square, Chu Guang also had a surprised expression on his face.

   Especially when he browsed the little player's stats panel.

  【

  ID: unprofessional anti-man

  Gene sequence: Physique system

  Level: LV.0

  —Basic Properties—

   Strength: 5

   Dexterity: 3

   Constitution: 7

   Perception: 5

   Intelligence: 5

  ]

  【

  Talent:

Pigman: Get a pig nose, ears and tail (screw it, pigs and humans are 83% genetically similar, yet the fusion of the two didn't go as smoothly as expected... Maybe next time I should try a cat. )]

   Accelerated Recovery: With a 133%~150% recovery speed bonus, the hunger accumulation speed also gets a 200% bonus.

  ]

  It is the same as the previous Aoao sesame paste.

  The player's sequence is not classified as a heterogeneous species, but a physique system. The attribute panel is also a standard template of the physique system.

   It's also due to this.

   After all, the claws of lizards and great pyrenes can be used at least one way, and the sloppy debuff at most means that the fingers are not coordinated.

   But trotters...

   Apart from braised in soy sauce, Chu Guang really can't think of any other uses.

   "Forget it, let the players figure out the specific gameplay."

  Chu Guang coughed lightly, walked in front of the players, deflected the hands trying to attack his chest skillfully, and activated the talent of psychological deterrence, forcing the naughty little players to retreat instinctively.

  Wait for everyone to quiet down.

  Responding to the expectant eyes, Chu Guang read out his redesigned opening remarks for the Beta version with a serious expression.

   "Welcome back to the surface, those lucky ones who are still alive! I am the manager of Vault 404, and I am also the manager of the Alliance.

   "Here I have two important news for you. The good news is that the war is over, and the bad news is that our world has changed beyond recognition."

"However, the situation here is not as bad as you imagined. Thanks to the efforts of your predecessors, they united the aborigines on the surface, defeated the barbarism that threatened us, and successfully established our first on the wasteland. A stronghold."

  "According to the resolution of the highest level of the People's Federation, a united front for the revival of human civilization has been established, and we have formed a new alliance. Soon, recovery areas will spring up like mushrooms, until we recover what we lost one by one."

   "You are already more fortunate than tens of billions of people to live in this new era. After celebrating the joy of rebirth, I need you to recognize the status quo as soon as possible, and then fulfill your oath under the banner of the People's Federation—"

   "Rebuild our homeland!"

  In terms of setting, the players are old popsicles who have been dormant since the Renlian era.

  Although the dormant cabin does not have a freezing function.

  After speaking this passage in Chinese, Chu Guang recorded it and backed it up on the server.

  In the future, newcomers will join the game every day, and it is impossible for him to go to the scene every day as a repeater.

  After that, Chu Guang will order the trustworthy guards, wearing the six-style "heavy cavalry" exoskeleton, to come here to complete the work on his behalf—

   Replays his recording.

   Or paraphrase what he said.

  The opening animation ended, and Chu Guang handed over the time to the old players.

During the lively welcome ceremony, the newcomers found their own organization one after another, holding the novice gift pack prepared for them by the manager with great anticipation, ready to step into this mysterious wasteland world and experience this 100% real virtual reality How realistic is the game.

  With the care of old players, the record for the fastest death created by the smoking cessation brother should not be refreshed so quickly.

   At the same time, the server's most powerful cattle and horse team was quietly approaching the eastern part of Qingquan City—the area that few people set foot in.

   Standing on a half-collapsed tall building.

   Fang Chang, holding a telescope in his hand, looked at the vast forest scattered among the ruins of reinforced concrete, with shock written all over his face.

   "This is amazing too..."

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(Thanks to the leader of "Di San Xian Gai Van" for the reward! This chapter is almost 10,000 words, so let's just make up for yesterday's update. I will pay back the update I owed before. It's too uncomfortable not to save the manuscript T.T .)

  (end of this chapter)