Chapter 360 "Survivor Daily"

  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.

  Because of the proximity to the giant wall, the residents here can only enjoy the morning and noon sun.

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

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

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

   Few people want to come near here unless they are local residents.

   There is almost no entertainment here, and hardly anyone sets up shop among a bunch of poor ghosts.

   Those who have jobs need to work for 16 hours and fall asleep when they get home. Even if people who don’t have jobs spend a whole day, they won’t take out a chip from their pockets to spend.

   But not without exception.

   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.

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

  When the workers who 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.

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

  Although you are very poor, you can smell the smell of beer, or take two puffs of second-hand smoke.

  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.

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

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

  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.

   Especially the gossip in the factory area.

  What people are most looking forward to is, of course, the news of which factory is short of people, but this kind of thing has not happened for a long time.

   A shaggy unemployed worker said suddenly.

   "...How about we become mercenaries."

   The co-worker who had been fired from the cannery just like him cast a glance at him.

   "Have you ever touched a gun?"

"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 gnaw's head." The unshaven worker gestured with the broom beside the barrel. The action of shooting, "Look, it's that simple."

  The crowd burst into laughter.

   "The wave will have to wait for next year, it is summer now, and your opponent is likely to be a predator."

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

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

   "It's really far enough."

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

  Sberg couldn't help taking an extra puff, and found that everyone was staring at him, and quickly gave the cigarette in his hand to the next friend.

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

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

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

   "It'll be good to do it again anytime."

   Anyway, they don't have anything else to do, so if they go to the street and make trouble, maybe they can get some good things.

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

   His name is Tang, which is a very short word with only one syllable in ren.

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

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

   The worker who was smoking said with a smile.

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

   Tang hehe smiled and said unceremoniously.

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

   Another tall man raised his hand and said with a smile.

   "Will you hire the boss lady? I'll sign up."

   "Go away." Tang cursed.

   It's been a tough day at the Walnut Tavern lately.

  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.

  Sberger suddenly found out that the old girl who helped pour the wine and the errand boy had been fired.

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

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

   At this time, Sberg noticed the wooden frame in his hand and the stack of paper in the wooden frame, and asked curiously.

"what is this?"

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

   Survivor Daily?

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

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

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

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

   Reading and reading newspapers are the only pastimes that people who sit in the office deserve to have.

   "How much is this thing."

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

   These newspapers are provided by the Daily Survivor newspaper for free, with a free case of Nuka-Cola every month.

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

"for free?!"

   Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

   And this good thing?

   What made them even more unbelievable was that this was actually said by this hairless iron rooster.

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

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

  “…”

   "Negotiations between the city hall and the new coalition authorities went well, and the 200 million aid loan will be a win-win situation for both parties... What is a win-win situation?"

   "I just want to smash the New Alliance factory! Throw the junk they produce out of the giant wall!"

   "But when their creditors don't seem to be bad... Kate's textile factory resumes work, read this paper, because it has received an order worth millions of chips."

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

   "I remember... the youngest daughter of Governor Malvern!"

   There is no entertainment industry in Boulder City, let alone celebrities. The top brand of the Queen of the Night Bar and the families of dignitaries are the objects of gossip by most ordinary people.

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

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

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

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

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

   "25 chips to find a cat... It's enough for 25 kilograms of nutritional cream! Do these people have so much money that they have nowhere to spend?"

   "What do you know, I think it's cheap!"

   "Hey, it's nice to have money..."

  The people around the newspaper were talking.

  Although the 25-chip payoff was eye-watering, no one set out to find it.

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

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

  The crowd was excitedly talking about gossip, while Sperger's attention was on the last line of the paper.

  【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. 】

  A newspaper for all survivors?

Ah.

   is really strange.

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

  Some people are born with a golden spoon, and some people are born alive like cockroaches.

   Just like that Miss Alyssa.

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

   She may have never seen a nutritional cream, let alone tasted it.

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

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

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

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

"wish you a happy life."

   wrote these words, and he returned the pen to the tavernkeeper.

   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.

   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.

   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…

  …

   It wasn’t just Sperger who had similar ideas.

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

   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.

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

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

   Factory owners, chambers of commerce bosses and city hall officials as small as Boulder City would never have noticed...

   That night.

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

The negotiation between    and Dawn City Lord went well, and the other party came up with a beautiful purchase list, including a large number of building materials, textiles and food.

   This will create at least 50,000 jobs for Boulder City and provide food and clothing for nearly 100,000 people.

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

   And the interest repaid by the new alliance and the influx of raw materials from the northern suburbs will bring the factories of the industrial zone back to life!

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

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

   And there is almost no risk of bad debts!

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

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

   "Of course," said Malvern with a beaming brow, "after so many days, 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!"

The progress of the    negotiations, although full of twists and turns, but thanks to his resourceful performance at the negotiating table, firmly holding the negotiation tempo in his hands, finally forced the representatives of the new alliance to make concessions and both sides reached an agreement.

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

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

   She had a hard time believing those people.

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

  Melvin had a confident smile on his face.

   "What's the problem? They have copper mines, farmland, and vast forests...I'd even wish those hillbillies could borrow a little more."

   "Debt makes them our slaves, much better than shackles."

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

   The headline on the front cover of the newspaper actually published the news that the negotiations were going well.

  Melvin raised his eyebrows curiously.

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

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

   is pretty accurate.

   couldn't have been printed a few hours ago.

"what is this?"

   "Survivor Daily."

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

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

  Alyssa shook her head slightly.

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

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

   Seeing that his father doesn't seem to remember this, Alyssa continued in a soft voice.

   "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."

   "It seems that there is such a thing... Then what?" Malvin couldn't help but look a little embarrassed.

   It seems that the cat has not been found, and he broke his promise in front of his daughter.

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

"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."

  Melvin smiled after hearing this.

   Is this trying to use his daughter's fame to make the newspaper famous?

   These people are quite business-minded.

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

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

   "If only I could find it."

"yes."

   stroking the kitten in her arms, a look of sadness appeared in Alyssa's eyes, "I'm really worried that it will be hungry."

  …

at the same time.

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

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

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

  Especially Hal, who is the president of the newspaper office, was busy from morning to evening without taking a break, so he could not wait to divide himself into two people.

   In fact it is.

  Because 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 taking into account the contact between the newspaper office and the outside world.

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

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

   However, due to the shortage of staff in the New Alliance's office in Boulder City, Shuyu and Luka discussed it, and this important task fell on Hal's head.

   Howl is flattered by the trust of the new alliance.

  Although he also really wanted to repay these people for saving 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  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.

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

   But it's all worth it.

  The meeting room on the second floor of the newspaper office was holding a meeting. Hal gathered the only six editors of the newspaper office to summarize the suggestions left by readers in the newspaper to discuss the content of the next issue.

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

   "Good news! Half of 1200 newspapers sold!"

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

   In the case of being able to browse at will, half of it can be sold, which is quite good for a new newspaper with no reputation.

   At least it says there is nothing wrong with their content.

   The staff member paused for a moment and continued.

   "...But the bad news is that we didn't make a penny, only 120 chips and more than 3,000 empty bottles were recovered."

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

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

   It is not easy to find a job these days.

   Especially newspapers are not necessities of life.

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

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

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

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

   "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 wears today."

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

   "Since "The Voice of Boulder City" has occupied the upper class of Boulder City, let's go to areas they haven't set foot in and open up new battlefields!"

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

   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.

   And he will be the "uncrowned king" of the city!

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

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

  An editor couldn't help asking.

   "Do we have that much budget?"

  Hall said firmly.

   "...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!"

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

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

   (end of this chapter)