Chapter 410 "Distribution of spoils" and rewards for meritorious deeds!

   Boulder City.

  In the meeting room on the third floor of the city hall, there was no sound on the long meeting table, only the cigarette ash that shook from time to time and the nicotine that would never go away remained.

  The Legion is gone.

   In other words, they ran with their tails between their legs, and they probably didn't care about the River Valley Province for a long time.

   This is something to be happy about.

However…

  The people sitting at the conference table were not happy at all.

  At this moment, the atmosphere in the conference room was so solemn that it didn't look like a meeting, but rather like a funeral.

  The only thing that didn't fit into the funeral-like atmosphere was probably the brown shirt that was worn backwards under the black coat on Dulong's body.

  It wasn't until he was sitting here that he realized that he was wearing it backwards, but it was too late to change it, so he could only fiddle with the collar of the coat with his hands repeatedly.

  The meeting lasted from midnight to dawn.

  Struggling to support his heavy eyelids, Du Long quietly glanced around the people at the conference table again, trying to read some changes in their positions from their expressions.

   However, there is still no clue.

  In order to ease the stiff atmosphere at the conference table, he cleared his throat and spoke in a tactful tone.

   “…At least, he didn’t lie to us.”

  Seeing that no one interrupted him, Du Long continued.

   "Not a single bullet last night...not even a shell fell on our giant wall, and the ammunition they fired was undoubtedly a fireworks shell."

   "I don't think we need to be overly nervous. The Alliance is a very friendly neighbor. They have always cared about their relationship with us."

  When he said these words, Du Long put his posture very low, and used a soliciting tone. After all, few people sitting here have lower status than him.

Except for Malvin, the president of the Bank of Boulder City, and Jaeger, the deputy director who is always at odds with him, the rest of the people are either nobles in the inner city, or officers in the militia... and the latter are the real real people in Boulder City. dignitaries.

  In comparison, he is more like a servant of the Lord of the City, a butler who takes care of "non-core business" for him.

   Several people at the conference table exchanged glances and whispered a few words.

  The expressions of the nobles in the inner city showed a little looseness. They felt that what he said seemed to make sense. After all, the alliance did not take the initiative to provoke them, and sold them many interesting gadgets, which enriched their day and night.

   Only the man in the military uniform of the militia regiment was still staring at Dulong with a straight face, his expression unchanged, and he snorted coldly as an answer.

   "Oh? So we have to thank them?"

  His name is Wei Lun, and he is the commander of the 1,000th Militia of Boulder City, a veteran noble in the inner city, and the most difficult hardliner to deal with.

  Although isolation is the consensus of the inner city residents of Boulder City, how to isolate and how to isolate is something that can be discussed.

   "You misunderstood, I didn't mean that."

  Durong sighed softly, looked at the officer with a headache, and continued.

"Let's look at the problem objectively. The airship... or the 400mm main gun, falling into the hands of the alliance, is it better than the legion? Crabs are also relatively civilized."

  The officer narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly.

   "You mean I'm not objective enough?"

  Durong: "..."

  Seeing that the meeting had reached a stalemate again, Malvin, who was sitting at the corner of the long table, coughed lightly, and said in a smooth tone.

   "I think Mr. Director should want to express that the situation we are facing has improved a lot compared to half a month ago, and there is no need to frown like this."

   Seeing his ally speak, Dulong immediately followed his words.

   "That's what I mean."

  Sitting next to Wei Lun, an officer in charge of city defense suddenly said with emotion.

   "Automated anti-aircraft firepower, hundreds of cannons...By God, how did they break through that thing."

  At 7:58 last night, the alliance set off fireworks for an hour and two minutes, and the anti-aircraft guns and missiles on the huge wall were also loaded and on standby all night.

  If that dense pyrotechnics were replaced with proximity-fuzed shells, not a single plane from Boulder would have successfully taken off.

   After all, even if a vertical take-off and landing fighter can switch to fixed-wing mode, it still needs a distance of more than ten kilometers to complete the acceleration.

  Before this, cutting-edge technology was not required to shoot it down, a round of broadside fire was enough.

   There is no doubt that the hillbillies in the northern suburbs are showing their poor muscles in the name of celebration.

  Thinking of this, the officer couldn't help gritting his teeth and cursing in his heart.

   It was just a fluke to win the Legion, and then showed off in front of them.

  The face of this villain's success...

   Too much to beat!

   "I still have that opinion," Wei Lun said blankly, "We should tighten our aid to them! Immediately!"

  Durong sighed.

"for example?"

   Weilun said without hesitation.

   "Suspension of loans! Suspension of trade with the north!"

  Durong was not surprised at all that he would say that, the big bosses of these militia regiments didn't know that firewood, rice, oil and salt were expensive.

  He was about to say something.

  However, before he could speak, a luxuriously dressed man said everything he wanted to say.

   "The latter one is unrealistic. What you eat, wear, and use...all come from the trade between us and other survivor settlements."

  Durong glanced at this person. He recognized this person. His name was Sid. He was a well-known aristocrat in the inner city and also the major shareholder behind Weijia Trading Company.

  This guy's business is not only Weijia Trading Company, but not only in Boulder City, but also in the farms in the south and the mercenary regiment raised there.

  At the same time, Dulong also noticed the devil's silk clothes on his body, and the leather shoes made of death claw leather on his feet.

  In a sense, what he said was indeed correct, all his food and clothing expenses did come from trade with outsiders.

   As soon as Sid's voice fell, another inner city nobleman who was also not low in status spoke immediately.

"That's right, and it's unrealistic to suspend trade with a certain party alone! After leaving the giant wall, those caravans will not let you know where they went. Even if you close the northern gate, even if you only leave the southern gate , as long as the business in the northern suburbs is still profitable, they will run in a big circle."

   Wei Lun's brows twitched.

  Although his attitude is still tough, he may also realize that his words have not passed through his brain, so he changed his words and made a slight concession.

   "Ignore the trade, at least the loan must be stopped!"

  He knew the money was in the Boulder Bank.

  It is very easy to stop the loan, you only need to move your fingers to freeze hundreds of millions of chips.

  The aristocrats didn’t have any objections, anyway, the money bags of the alliance had nothing to do with them, but just when Wei Lun was about to show a smile on his face, the bank president, Melvin, coughed dryly, and suddenly said.

   "About this... I also have something to say."

   Seeing everyone looking at him, he continued.

"Those loans were not so much aid to them as to ourselves. The residents of Boulder couldn't afford to buy our stuff, and at least half of the factories would closed because of that.”

  Hearing this sentence, Sid hurriedly said.

   "That's not acceptable! The loan cannot be stopped!"

  All the nobles nodded in agreement and expressed almost the same opinion.

   "Exactly!"

   "The idea of ​​stopping the loan is so stupid! Our factories have already started operation, and if their loans are stopped, who will pay the workers!"

   "Even if you want to stop, you have to wait for those hillbillies to settle the payment!"

  Seeing that there are more and more allies on his side, Melvin breathed a sigh of relief and continued to strike while the iron is hot.

   "I think so too. The economy that has been stagnant for a century is finally showing signs of recovery. We can't let it stop here...at least not now."

  The officer sitting next to Wei Lun couldn't help but clenched his fists and scolded.

   "Is it just watching them grow bigger?"

  Durong said softly.

   "I have to say about this, their strength is indeed growing, but we are also becoming stronger."

"Not to mention anything else, let's just say that the 3,000 mercenaries who were hired to fight on the front line, excluding those who died, and those who stayed there, at least one or two thousand came back... They are all soldiers who have been on the battlefield, not that It is not a battlefield to clean slime mold, but a hot battle of firepower against firepower, we can definitely recruit them and train them as grassroots officers!"

  He has always dreamed of having his own armed forces in the city hall, and now is undoubtedly the best opportunity.

  Seeing that Wei Lun fell into deep thought, Du Long felt a little happy, but before he could be happy, his ally Melvin suddenly betrayed him.

"About military expansion... I don't think that's necessary. We just need to ensure that we have the ability to destroy each other with our neighbors. They depend on us economically and will depend on us even more in the future, and those loans are tied around their necks." chains ... that's more effective than military expansion."

joke.

  Once the expansion of the army means tax increases, the city hall doesn't care, but he can't help it.

  The residents of the outer city are almost exhausted, and there is no oil or water left. It is only recently that the number of jobs has increased, and the situation has only slightly improved.

  Where the money will come from is obvious.

   Ignoring Dulong's frantic gaze towards him, Malvin continued.

   "If our city lord has no plans to expand the territory, raising so many troops will only become a burden for us."

  The nobles sitting at the conference table also nodded.

  Most of them own property in the city. If the army expands, it will inevitably lead to tax increases, which will further increase their operating costs.

   At least on this matter, their position is consistent with that of Boulder City Bank.

   Wei Lun frowned.

  He can ignore the opinions of Dulong and the Governor of Malvern, but he cannot ignore the nobles sitting here.

  Two centuries of intermarriage have made the inner city's power structure deeply intertwined.

  Especially those veteran aristocrats, many of them did not spend money to buy "tickets" to enter the inner city, but were in the original building from the very beginning.

  Some of them maintain the operation of the "core business" of the city lord, and some manage assets in distant worlds. Even the city lord will listen to their opinions.

   At least selectively listen.

   At this time, Malvin coughed lightly, and said again.

   "Actually, don't worry too much, our neighbors are very trustworthy..."

   Paused for a moment, he continued.

"Just yesterday, the man sent by the manager sent us 12 boxes of treasures. Those are the collections of General McCollen. The valuation given by my professional evaluation team is 8-9.6 million chips …the money will serve as an advance payment to repay the interest for the next three years.”

  Before he finished speaking, his eyes became hot when he saw the nobles.

   Especially the shareholders of Boulder Bank.

  Although these treasures entered the bank's vault and have no direct relationship with them, these treasures will soon appear at the auction.

   Chips are just numbers for them, and the money spent can preserve their value forever, whether it is buying real estate, rare metals, imported products from Ideal City, or treasures from the pre-war era.

  Legion Captain's Collection...

   Surely they will not be disappointed.

  The atmosphere on the conference table suddenly became lively. The excited whispers and sleepless faces caught Du Long and Wei Lun sitting at the table by surprise.

   "I didn't expect those bumpkins to be quite generous."

   "This is not generous, this is the interest that should be paid to us!"

   A noble said with emotion.

   "War... money comes so fast."

  Looking at the nobles chatting excitedly, Malvin heaved a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face.

  Looks like this card came at the right time...

  …

   If you want to say who is the most unacceptable to terminate the financial cooperation with the alliance, it is undoubtedly Boulder City Bank.

  The bankruptcy of the factory in Boulder City, although it will make the nobles in the inner city feel uncomfortable and unable to eat, and even live a period of poverty, but it will not hurt the muscles and bones.

   But Malvern is different.

  His bank is not only a creditor of the alliance, but also lends money to the factories in Boulder City, allowing those factory owners to expand production.

  If the alliance's loan is frozen, those factories will not be able to receive it, and they will not be able to repay his money. A large area of ​​bad debts will instantly detonate systemic risks.

   That is, liquidity is exhausted.

  The country bumpkins in the northern suburbs were very cunning. As soon as they got the loan, they signed a lot of orders with the factory in Boulder City, and the production tasks were even scheduled for next year.

  Melvin only realized now why the representatives of the alliance were so straightforward when they signed the contract, including a series of unequal treaties that could not be used for spot transactions, including the scope of use of chips, including the establishment of regulatory accounts, etc. All agreed.

  Great, these guys have already thought about it from the beginning, and they want to tie him to their chariot.

   There is no doubt that he is the richest person in the city, but not all of his money is his own, a large part of it is put by others.

  Including those residents of the outer city, the nobles of the inner city, and even the city lord. In addition to private accounts, there are taxes from the city hall, military expenses from the militia, and so on.

  If this goes wrong...

   It is not something that can be solved by burning a few ledgers and killing a few people.

  Thinking of the series of consequences, Melvin was a little bit dumbfounded while having a headache.

  He, who had never been to the alliance, was forced to become half of the alliance, and even had to withstand the pressure from the inner city for the alliance...

   And he couldn't quit.

  Because those people gave too many benefits...

  The meeting is over, and I finally returned home.

  Sitting on the soft sofa, Malvin rubbed his sore eye bags, and couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

   "These sneaky skunks..."

  Arisa, who was reading the newspaper, tilted her head.

"dad?"

   "It's nothing... my good daughter," Malvin immediately put on a gentle expression, and pampered his daughter's fluffy hair, "Dad is just a little tired, just rest for a while."

   Alisa blinked, Bingxue said smartly.

   "Because of the war?"

"It doesn't count, but it has something to do with it..." Melvin sighed, and said to himself wearily, "The most ideal situation is that the alliance takes our money and fights with the legion, so that we can lose both sides. Do business with alliances that want us, and let the alliance do things according to our requirements."

   "But there was an accident, and they got the airship." Alisa thought.

  Glancing at the newspaper in her hand, Malvin smiled and nodded.

   "That's right... they got the airship, and they set off fireworks to tell us that they've fixed it, and even played with it... these cunning little foxes."

   "Isn't it a skunk?"

   "Cough," Malvin coughed dryly, "Don't talk like Dad... By the way, why am I talking about these boring things."

He doesn't want his lovely little daughter to think about those annoying things. His two sons are very good people. One is familiar with business in the inner city, and the other has traveled in the ideal city. He can safely entrust the future of the family to them .

  Malvin yawned.

   "It's getting late, and your music teacher will be here soon... You'd better put the newspaper away, otherwise your mother will not be happy if she sees it."

   Alisa made a helpless expression and put down the newspaper in her hand.

"All right…"

   That voice is full of reluctance,

   She draws out the last syllable...

  …

  Before the dawn of the wasteland.

  The evening celebration has come to an end, but the excitement on the forum is still going on.

   And the cause of everything is naturally because of the announcement made by the dog planning Ah Guang.

  【The rewards for the "Battle of Ruigu City" campaign have been issued, and the lucky draw is open for a limited time. Please exchange your points for prizes in time! 】

  【The "Wanli of Yellow Sand" expansion pack is officially launched. In order to consolidate the fruits of victory, we will support our neighbors and drive the legions that spread chaos and plague to the west of the desert! 】

  【Registration for Expeditionary Forces is open! (Remarks: Only combat occupations are counted, life occupation players don’t have to worry, there will be exclusive expansion pack related tasks released later.)]

  Tail: "Aww! Golden legend! (ω

  Roshan Big Momo: "!! What did you get?"

  Tail: "Wait a minute, I'll talk about it first! (ω

   Quit smoking: "???"

  Sisi: "Oh, as expected of Awei, compared to lottery, the first floor is more important! (￣▽￣

  Battlefield atmosphere group: "I'm crying, I'm in Luoxia Province... I can't get the prizes I got at all."

  I am the darkest: "It's okay pangolin, we will use it for you first! (Funny

  Battlefield atmosphere group: "Get out! Don't move! I'll use it when I come back! (angry

  Quit smoking: "Where is Fang Chang! A new expansion pack is out!"

  Irena: "Where's the analysis? What about the explanation? Why hasn't it come out yet! Didn't you have enough to eat? (Funny

  Yaoya: "It's time for Cloud Planning to go to work!"

  The mole on the run in the canyon: "Damn it... this guy must not dare to bubble up after winning the first prize!"

  Spring Water Commander: Shivering.jpg

   Debt Big Eyes: "Grass! Dogecoin Euro Emperor is out! (angry

   Construction site boy and Brick: "Be honest and tell me what you got! (angry

  Spring Water Commander: "Ahem...lollipop."

  The boy on the construction site and Brick: "Hahahaha! Veggie!"

  Fujito: "You...you really believe what he said. (Squint eyes

  Ye Shi: "Damn, that **** Fang Chang really disappeared... Damn it, it's almost time in a few minutes, see you guys online!"

  Lao Bai: "See you online. (Show teeth

  Gust: squinting smile

  Picking up garbage level 99: "Aww!! Gather at the gate of No. 117 for the sewer mission! Depart on time at seven o'clock, and come quickly to brush up the sequence level!"

   "..."

  Looking at the noisy little players on the forum, Chu Guang was also sincerely happy for them.

  Although he was bleeding heavily this time, and the alliance spent the expected budget for the entire year in just one month, his little players have reaped a lot.

  Most players are rewarded with more than 2,000 silver coins, enough to buy a miner I-type exoskeleton, and many players with outstanding contributions are even rewarded with more than 20,000 silver coins.

  Excluding a series of expenses such as ammunition, supplies, weapon loss, logistics loss, etc., the "direct rewards" issued to the players in this battle alone reached 30 million silver coins!

  This is not counting the cost of the lottery.

  The current silver price on the official website trading platform is also fluctuating violently, but Chu Guang doesn't care much about it.

  Bank Exchange is not a casino, let alone a wealth management product.

   It is a "financing" channel for the closed beta "Wasteland OL" and the players, or it is a tool he uses to "pay wages and subsidies" to the players.

  After the trading volume shrinks to a suitable position and most speculators leave the market, he will put some technologies that are not too difficult for the 21st century to digest.

   Alternatives are jet fuel, there are laser components for igniting controlled fusion, etc... these are pre-boom age technologies.

   As for how to properly use these technologies, that is not something he has to worry about, and I believe he does not need to worry about it.

  Chu Guang also discovered it suddenly.

  Although his "business ability" was a little rusty at the beginning, after staying in the manager's position for a long time, he became more and more proficient in handling these affairs.

   In addition, the points accumulated from the last expansion to the present have finally come in handy.

  Except for the fraction of the primary blind box and the intermediate blind box, most of the equipment issued by the advanced blind box, he listed it as a lottery prize on the official website.

  Chu Guang divided the rewards into three "reward pools".

  The first-level reward pool is mainly the loot captured from the legion, as well as the basic weapons produced by the alliance, the light weapons aided by the Boulder City military, etc., and the value is between 1 and 500 silver coins.

  The secondary reward pool is mainly some relatively expensive equipment, including weapon accessories and exoskeletons, with a value ranging from 500 silver coins to 2000 silver coins.

  The third-level reward pool is mostly the prizes that Chu Guang opened the blind box himself, as well as the good things he got from Ideal City, etc.

  The quality of these equipments is quite good. Chu Guang believes that his little players can give full play to their brains and give full play to their maximum value in appropriate occasions.

   As for Chu Guang himself, the demand for equipment is not that great.

Not to mention that he doesn't have many chances to go to the front line, this costume itself is close to full match, if you really give him another ax, it won't change from "Karl Franz" to "Hill Dwarf" up?

   That’s too lucrative!

   Now that even Nicole is wearing an exoskeleton, Chu Guang is even confident that he can overthrow a tank alone on the frontal battlefield.

   It is no exaggeration to say that.

   After all, the nitrogen-powered hammer itself is used to destroy bunkers and anti-armor.

  In addition, apart from the high-tech equipment issued by those blind boxes, what surprised Chu Guang even more was the changes in himself.

   This time I came back from the front line.

  His level has finally broken through level 30!

  (end of this chapter)