Chapter 526 I will consider giving myself a few days off

   Queen of the Night Bar.

  Recently, the business hours here are getting earlier and earlier, especially for those VIP customers who spend a lot of money, they are open around the clock.

   To the slight disappointment of guests, the devil silk artwork seems to have disappeared from the bar recently, replaced by nylon imitations.

   While this has become more convenient in a sense, people still feel like something is missing.

   After all, human beings are not animals. Apart from those things, there are still some spiritual pursuits. And the artwork woven from unbreakable devil's silk just happens to make the vulgar dancing posture less vulgar.

  Is there anything more provoking desire to conquer than rejection?

  People are more willing to pay for it than complain that it's too strong.

   However, Rob, the owner of Queen of the Night Bar, is very firm about the matter of "banning the devil's silk weaving artwork".

  Even if he is the first to taste the sweetness.

   It doesn’t matter if the sub-journal of "Survivor Daily" teases his girl, anyway, neither he nor they care about face, only care about chips, but that guy dares to tease the noble grandpa in the inner city by the way, he simply doesn't want to live!

  He doesn't want to be splashed with blood...

  At this moment, in the box that can most reveal one's identity.

  A few young men with greasy hair and pink noodles were leaning on the soft sofa, hugging a group of disheveled beauties on the left and right.

  You can see that they are worth a lot of money from the belt they throw aside casually-it is the hide of Deathclaw.

   And it's still a dead claw of age.

  Indulging in the gentleness surrounded by the front, back, left, and right, Kixiu narrowed his eyes comfortably, and after a dull shiver, he smacked his lips and smiled.

   "Still happy in Boulder City."

   Over there, he has to solve it by himself every time, but here he doesn't have to move, and the other party understands everything with just one look.

   And extremely docile, considerate...

  The young man sitting opposite him asked curiously.

   "Aren't there many bionics in Ideal City?"

  His name is Kumit, the son of Sid.

  As for Sid, he is a well-known aristocrat in the inner city. Both Weijia Trading Company and Boulder City Bank have his shares, and the bargaining chip is just a number for a character like him.

Logically speaking, his father's status is higher than that of Kixiu's father, and Kixiu should be his follower. However, Kumit admires this guy in front of him very much, and is willing to let him sit in the position of "big brother" superior.

  Because this guy always has countless ghost ideas, every time they feel bored, he can lead a group of them to come up with a new job.

   It was just that time five years ago, they did go a little too far.

  The girl was about the same age as his sister, and it was thanks to him that he could come up with that idea. And after the matter was revealed, the blind old man refused to accept their bargaining chips, so he pestered them with snot and tears, asking them to be responsible... But how could this be possible?

   Did they draw lots to choose someone to marry that girl back home? Then their father will not only twist their noses, but also beat them to death!

  No way, they can only make that family disappear.

  It's a pity that this matter was not handled well, the fire accidentally set the surrounding houses on fire, and the chief of the city defense was furious. It was precisely because of that incident that Kixiu was given to a merchant outside by his father, and he was taken to the distant Ideal City to avoid the limelight. And they were also criticized by their families and fined for several days of self-reflection.

  Kumit originally thought that he would never see this good brother again, but he didn't expect that the company suddenly opened a flight to Qingquan City.

   And his good brother did not disappoint him, and came back to reunite with them immediately.

   Kisho pouted in disdain.

   "How can bionics understand people better than humans...and can you improve a little bit? After so long, you still think about that every day, vulgar!"

   Kumit said with a hippie smile.

   "We don't have other entertainment here, you are elegant, tell me about the interesting ways to play on the east coast."

   Others also booed.

"that is!"

   "You're just talking about it."

   All of the friends looked forward to this good buddy who came back from afar, hoping that he could talk more about things on the east coast.

  Although most of their parents were upper-class people in the inner city, not all of them have the opportunity to send their children to Ideal City.

  Three thousand kilometers is too far.

   And the power in their hands is worthless the farther away from Boulder City.

   Unless it is the most trusted and powerful merchant, no one dares to entrust their own flesh and blood to them.

  In the wasteland outside the giant wall, it only takes a small accident to send people away, especially in places where the chips are not in circulation, human life is thinner than paper.

   And to be honest, even if they have the opportunity to go to Ideal City, they don't really want to stay there for a few years.

   But this does not prevent them from listening to the stories told by people who have been there.

  And the personal experience of a good buddy is more reliable than what those businessmen who don’t know if they have really been there...

   Enjoying the eyes of the stars and the moon, Ki Xiu unconsciously carried a sense of superiority in his eyes, and said slowly.

   "Ideal City... is actually not as good as you imagined."

   Kumit looked at him in disbelief.

   "But it's better than Boulder City, right?"

   "You're thinking too much," Kixiu shook his head. "There are a lot of rules and regulations. What can't be done and what can be done are all clearly written. There is no room for flexibility."

   Actually, maybe there are.

   It's just that his level is not yet at the level where the council can accommodate, so naturally he doesn't know where he can accommodate.

  Kumit still had an expression of disbelief, and continued to ask.

   "What about the nobles in the inner city there? Shouldn't they be better off?"

   Kisuke said indifferently.

"That's for sure, but in my opinion, those people have no vision, and it can even be said to be short-sighted. Maybe the real big shots will be different. I heard that they are more secretive and conservative in their work...but other than that, they are actually the same as us. It makes no difference. That's why life is boring there, otherwise why would they run out of town?"

  For him, it might be a wasteland in another sense—a spiritual wasteland.

He can only live in a kennel of forty square meters, and carry a neural connection device to communicate with the garbage on the endpoint cloud... That is the most cost-effective and trouble-free way of entertainment, at least you don't have to worry about inexplicable violations and being locked up Get up and watch the film forcibly, or be thrown out by the guards.

  The rules there are ridiculously complicated, and one can imagine how inefficient it is, but this is unimaginable in Boulder City.

   Enjoying the adoring sight of the ground turtles, Kixiu took a bite of the grapes fed by the beauty, and lazily commented on his hometown.

   "But by the way... the changes here are quite big. It used to take at least two days to walk from here to the northern suburbs, but now it doesn't take a day."

   Kumit said with a smile.

   "That's true, the group of nosy guys in the northern suburbs fight with the predators every day, and almost all the predators in the north hide in the south."

   Another little fat man also said excitedly.

   "I also heard that there is a lot of construction going on there recently, and the road under the elevated road out of the city has been refurbished!"

   A tall man said with bright eyes.

   "I know! My father invested a lot of money!"

   Kisho curled his lips.

   "How much money can you make selling those reinforced concrete... Are you not interested in real profitable business?"

   Kumit's eyes lit up immediately.

   "Do you have connections?"

   "It's more than a door."

   Kixiu smiled mysteriously, looked at a group of good buddies with fiery eyes, and waved to them, motioning them to come closer.

  He cleared his throat and kept his voice low.

   “…I have a project here that will make a lot of money.”

   "The kind that you can earn while lying down without doing anything!"

  …

  A certain mansion in Dawn City.

   Sitting in the study, Liszt played with the black room card in his hand, glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and yawned boredly.

  He was starting to feel a little bored.

At the beginning, for this "black card", he spent a lot of chips to clear up the relationship. He spent at least several million. Finally, with the help of several nobles, at the cost of a large amount of "relocation fee", a down-and-out man was saved. The poor ghosts and aristocrats invited out decently, and became the upstarts of the inner city instead.

  There, the dignity and elegance of the nobility are more important than everything else, but the identity of the nobility itself is not so mysterious.

  As long as you have a single room in the Jushi Building, no matter how small it is, you can be regarded as a member of the inner city nobles and enjoy the voting rights for major decisions.

   As for how to own it, it depends on whether you can be a human being. This is not something that is clearly priced and circulated on the market.

  Most nobles don't really live in that megalithic mansion, and the number on the door card is more a symbol of status and power. In addition to the megalithic mansions before the war, there is a circle of buildings built later, which are also included in the inner city.

  The living conditions in those places will be much better.

  In addition, if a nobleman lives in a small room on the key card every day, it basically means that he is not far from bankruptcy.

  People will acquiesce that he intends to sell the power in his hands for a good price in the end, and will help him find a trading partner very intimately.

  For example, the nobleman who was replaced by him is an example.

That guy lives at the bottom of the building, has no children, and has no skills to show. Like a fat pig in captivity, he is looking forward to selling the key card in his hand day and night to "neither offend himself, Don't offend the neighbors" good price, then take the chips and go outside and start over.

  If the entire Boulder City is compared to a large casino, then buying a door card with "gambling funds" undoubtedly means going ashore.

   It is precisely because of this that he took out the huge sum of money at all costs.

Not only because of this level of status, other nobles in the inner city can't use methods outside the rules to mess with him casually, but also because he has ambitions far beyond ordinary people - he intends to rely on his excellent business acumen and action , Change Boulder City and even the entire River Valley Province, and build a huge business empire!

  If he can enter the core power circle of Boulder City and make some like-minded partners, his plan will go much smoother.

  However, shortly after entering this circle, he was quickly disappointed.

   There are no like-minded partners at all, not even a person with a little level.

  Those guys are like a bunch of inbred pigs.

  They don't have any wisdom in their minds that people should have, or they have already used all their brains on the internal friction between each other.

Even slave owners know that a shovel is faster than digging by hand. Occasionally, they will buy some wood-burning generators and tractors from a businessman like him to update production equipment. The hoof nails of the cows and horses were all taken off and ate, and they smugly called it credit.

  How can such a thing be better than the old mayor of Beit Street and the farmer of Brown Farm?

   Liszt thought about it for several nights but couldn't figure it out.

  In the end, only one conclusion can be drawn——

   They do have a good dad.

  The survivors who had the courage to stand outside their shelters in the face of fallout and a never-ending winter were heroes indeed.

  They not only withstood the despair of falling from Utopia to the abyss, but even finished the things that should be done by themselves for the children and grandchildren of those who were rich and hungry.

   This is also the last thing you should do.

   They created a "fairy-tale world" for children, so that in the eyes of the nobles two hundred years later, the wasteland is over.

   In fact, this understanding is correct.

  Their wasteland, isn't it over long ago...

  At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the study, and Han Long, his most powerful subordinate, opened the door and walked in from the outside.

   "Sir, the manager is here."

   Liszt threw the black card aside, looked at him immediately and said.

   "Bring him in quickly."

   "Yes." Han Long nodded slightly, swung the electronic prosthetic eye left and right, turned and walked out of Liszt's study.

   Not long after, Chu Guang opened the door and walked in from the outside with a smile on his face.

   "Your house is really big."

  He didn't bring a guard, and he was still wearing that set of power armor. Liszt had long been accustomed to this, and even replaced all his sofas with iron cores for this reason, fearing that there would be no place to entertain him.

   "You should live in a bigger one, I happen to have a new house that I can't live in temporarily, or—"

   "The environment in the shelter is pretty good."

"But I see that your residents are not tired of building beautiful houses?" Liszt smiled and persuaded, "The shelter is too crowded after all, even if you don't care, you can't wrong the future manager's wife and the future heirs of the alliance."

  Chu Guang smiled faintly.

   "We've known each other for so long, don't you know me?"

   Liszt was silent for a moment, sighed softly, completely dispelled that unrealistic idea, and leaned back on the chair.

   "To be honest, the longer I know you, the less I know you... Occasionally, I even feel scared when I'm in front of you."

   "Have I done anything to scare you?"

"No."

   Seeing him not speaking, Chu Guang vaguely guessed something, then smiled and said pointedly.

"Old Brown is still running his farm. He accepted our transformation, freed the slaves in the family, disarmed the army, and the previous business was written off. We allowed him to continue to live on his land as a Union citizen. And. The one who did this was Luca, the lord of Dawn City who was almost executed by him. You see, we can forgive even our enemies, and you didn't do 'anything' to sorry us, so what I'm so worried."

   Liszt shook his head.

"The mismatch between money and status is a natural sin. At least I can buy nobles in the inner city, and even become a nobleman... But here, I have no way to become a resident of the shelter, nor can I understand your operating logic, let alone I understand what you want to do sometimes. In any case, I just hope that when you need money someday, you can give me a chance to hand it over."

  Chu Guang couldn't help but said.

"Why can't you change your mind a little bit? The league is the league, we use our own rules, we're different from any survivor colony...Look at Butch, he's almost inhuman, it's different here every day Are you happy?"

   Liszt said helplessly.

   "He is a resident of Ideal City, and someone will take care of him when he commits a serious crime...and I can't see his face."

   Chu Guang said with a sigh.

   "I have said many times that identity is not important in the alliance. Even if he becomes disrespectful to his father, as long as he agrees with us, we will unite him."

   Liszt said with a wry smile.

   "I hope you will keep your promise as always... So, what do you want me to do for you this time?"

  Seeing that Liszt had already guessed that he came with a purpose for this visit, Chu Guang stopped going around in circles, leaned back on the chair, and said happily.

   "I'm going to issue a thing called a bond."

"what is that?"

   "A financial tool that can not only solve our capital problem, but also solve the problem of investment difficulties for the nobles in the inner city."

   Liszt coughed.

   "If you are short of money, just tell me and I will lend it to you."

  Chu Guang said with a smile.

   "It's not that I'm short of money, it's that the alliance is short of money, and it will always be short of money. A lot of chips are needed here. How much can you lend me? One hundred million?"

   Liszt said with a tingly scalp.

   "That... is really a bit difficult."

  He didn't expect the manager to have such a big appetite.

  Chu Guang spread his hand.

"Is it? This is not a cake that one person can eat. We need a lot of chips to buy the products of Boulder City and increase our market size. Now the pockets of the nobles in the inner city happen to be full of chips, so why not use them How about doing some profitable business with the money that is not needed for the time being?”

   Liszt touched his chin with great interest, his eyes narrowed slightly.

   "That sounds interesting..."

  Chu Guang smiled, and continued to speak step by step.

"We can give five-year and ten-year bonds, the total issuance amount is one billion and two billion respectively, the purchase of chips, the redemption of chips, it is very fair, and the most important thing is safety! The coupon rates are 3% and 3% respectively. 4%. Take the ten-year bond as an example, a bond with 100 chips can earn 4 chips of interest every year, and get the principal of 100 chips at one time in the tenth year.”

   Liszt's eyes flickered slightly, and he was keenly aware of his intentions.

   "This is equivalent to splitting debts... Now not only banks can invest, but some large and medium-sized chambers of commerce and even individuals can participate."

  Chu Guang said with a smile.

"That's right! We even provide physical coupons, as well as supporting electronic bookkeeping services... People who hold our bonds can even buy and sell them freely on our trading platform. In this way, even if someone is in a hurry to use money, they can also cash out the debt in their hands To sell it, you only need to pay a small fee.”

   It's a pity, it seems that Liszt didn't see what his real intention was, but instinctively felt that he would not be kind to it.

   "Then why don't you go to Malvern?" After staring at Chu Guang for a while, Liszt couldn't help asking, "I'm a factory worker, not this."

  Chu Guang shook his head.

"Malvin is an old fox. He wants to get something from me, but he will definitely not allow me to use the borrowed money to repay the previous debts. Starting from the loan of 200 million chips, we and the Bank of Boulder City Every loan has a stipulation on how the loan will be used, and the money must be held in an account with the Boulder Bank, under their supervision."

   Paused, he continued.

"So I need two issuance channels to issue chips-denominated bonds. But I guarantee that the bonds issued by the two channels will have the same exercise rights. It's just that one is issued by the central bank of the alliance itself, and the other is issued by the banks in Boulder City. "

   "I regard you as my own, so I plan to let you do the distribution channels of the alliance."

   Liszt stared blankly at Chu Guang, but he didn't expect him to tell himself all about "repaying previous debts with borrowed money".

   Swallowing, he asked cautiously.

   "Are you...really planning to pay it back?"

   Chu Guang gave him a strange look.

   "If I don't intend to pay back the money, why do I spend so much effort?"

   Liszt was silent for a while, then said bravely.

"let me try."

   He must listen carefully to the opinions of the alliance.

no way.

   Who wants him to make his fortune by relying on the alliance?

  If it wasn't for the Liszt factory, he would never be a nobleman in the inner city for the rest of his life. Not to mention asking himself to help collect money, he would have to find a way to let himself help kill people.

   "Go try it!"

  Chu Guang stood up from the sofa, walked to the door of the study, stopped suddenly, looked back at Liszt, and encouraged him with a smile.

"Do your best to try. The alliance's business opportunities are written in the newspapers. I will try my best to cooperate with you. Believe me, if this matter succeeds, both the alliance and Boulder City will thank you. If it doesn't work It's okay, I'll find someone else."

   Liszt said respectfully.

   “I will do my best.”

  The door of the study is closed.

  Listening to the sound of footsteps walking away, Liszt leaned back on the chair and pressed the space between his eyebrows with a headache.

  The total issuance quota is one billion and two billion...

   Normal people will be scared away by this number, right?

   The respected Master Manager really gave him a problem.

  However, at this moment, Liszt's eyes suddenly fell on the black card on the table, and a sense of enlightenment surged in his heart.

   Taking the black card in his hand and playing with it again, Liszt's eyes became more and more excited, and he whispered a few words in his mouth.

   "Maybe it's really not a difficult thing..."

  …

   Just when Liszt ordered his subordinates to pack up their things and prepare to go back to Boulder City, something not too big or small happened in Boulder City at this moment.

   A few days ago, the entire Boulder City was on fire, and even the "Survivor Daily", which almost made Mr. House unemployed, had an accident after all.

  At this moment, the door of the newspaper office was sealed, and several guards standing in front of the door pushed and shoved away the idlers who were watching the fun.

"Leave far away!"

   "If you don't want to cause trouble for yourself, don't join in the fun!"

  Hearing the harsh tone, those who didn't want to cause trouble dispersed one after another.

   Only one man did not leave, and he couldn't help shouting.

   "We are customers waiting for the new issue... not here to join in the fun!"

  He is the owner of the Walnut Tavern, the one next to the industrial area, and his name is Don.

  Usually, off-duty workers would come to him to pick up cigarette butts, and find literate people to read the free newspaper.

Although he doesn't like those sad-faced poor ghosts very much, they are almost his only customers. Usually, when they are happy, they can't help but buy a glass of beer, or even buy a newspaper to take home with them. commemorate.

  Even for the sake of that glass of beer, he felt that he should say something for them.

  However, after hearing the words, the two guards looked at each other, laughed and kicked the country bumpkin who appeared out of nowhere, and mocked him as he rolled and crawled up from the ground.

"get out!"

   "There is no such thing!"

  Meanwhile, the upstairs office.

  When Hal heard the decree promulgated by the city hall, his eyes turned black and he almost lost his breath. He stared at the guard who read the order to him, wishing he could kill him with his eyes.

   However, the authority of the royal family is useless here. The soldiers of Boulder City don't care about the prince in the desert. This thing can at most save him from a fist.

   "Stop the publication?! Why?" Hal spitting and roaring.

  The guard looked at him sarcastically.

  “The city hall feels that you are spreading false news, who wants you to stay out of business all day long.”

  Hal blushed angrily, holding the "Playboy" sub-issue in his hand, his fingers kept shaking, and finally he could only choke out a sentence.

   "But this is just a joke! It's not even the news from your mouth!"

   The joke was about a guy wearing head-to-toe Deathclaw leather trying to prove to his cronies that he was brave by bragging that he ripped the outfit off Deathclaw himself.

   However, his friends obviously didn’t believe it, so in order to prove his bravery, he didn’t dare to take a huge step, so he could only throw himself on the prostitute beside him, but in the end, he was exposed by the indestructible devil’s thread that he was actually mentally handicapped...

   This was originally a joke with two soft words implanted, and even a brand name, but maybe his wording was too realistic, so that he accidentally offended a noble grandpa who actually worked here.

  The guard's answer really confirmed his guess.

   "Yeah, but a certain inner city resident didn't find it funny and was offended by it. Of course, you and I both know that he's definitely not the guy in the joke, and just kindly thinks it's not good."

   "What about the "Worker"?? We haven't published news about rich people in it for a long time, and it once helped a noble lady find her lost cat!"

   The guard asked back.

"So why don't you continue to publish those things? You were pretty good before, and you can do something for the lords. Those serialized stories are too exaggerated. How could the unarmed awakened ones break through the power armor, and the mercenaries bought it? The black card in the inner city is even more nonsense, what do you think of the identity bestowed by the city lord? I have never heard of any mercenary with this ability, what are you doing to harm someone?"

   Hal tries to argue.

   "We can remove this part!"

   "Mr. Dulong's opinion is not acceptable."

   "What about House? He's no more **** than I am! Anyone who's ever heard him on the radio knows that what I write isn't even a bad joke!"

   Hal blushed, the last thing he wanted to mention was the blah blah blah blah blah, but now he had to be brought up as an example.

   In terms of bragging, he is not one ten thousandth as good as that guy, at least he can't turn black into white.

  However, the guard was indifferent to his explanation and said impatiently.

   "He has a license. By the way, he will need such a certificate in the future. I don't know the details. You can find out by yourself."

   Hal looked at him imploringly.

   "Then I'm applying now! Please don't drive me away."

  The guard shrugged nonchalantly.

   "This is your freedom, but you have to pack up the things here first. We will seal up the place tomorrow. If you don't take it away, we will default to throwing it away as garbage."

  If it wasn't for this guy being the prince of the Lion Kingdom, he wouldn't be bothered to talk so much nonsense with this guy, and he would be honest with a gun.

  The guard dropped the last sentence, then turned around and left with a group of brothers, leaving only Hal standing there in a daze.

  He felt like a clown.

   The alliance defeated the invincible legion, and he was proud of it for a long time, but just the day before the victory celebration, his hard work for half a year was taken away by a sentence.

  Looking at those employees who dared not speak, Hal, who was in a daze, spoke slowly.

   "Do you understand... This feeling is like I put a flower on cow dung, and they just want to compare themselves to cow dung. Is there only cow dung left in their superficial cognition?"

"I just wrote a guy wearing deathclaw skin in the joke to entertain everyone. They insisted that it was offensive to the noble grandpa in the inner city. Because people need manicures, horses need manicures, so people are equal to horses? This is What nonsense logic?"

  An employee whispered.

  “…Indeed, the inhabitants of the Alliance wear deathclaw skins too, and they like you more than Mr. House.”

   Another slightly younger employee couldn't help asking.

   "This is obviously a misunderstanding...Can I appeal?"

  The older editor shook his head.

"Disaster."

  Everyone fell into a long silence, and couldn't help worrying about the future. The two reporters looked at each other, and couldn't help looking at him and asking.

"boss…"

"what should we do?"

   Hal said angrily.

   "I don't know, don't ask me! You were watching the fun just now, and didn't help me say a word, and now you come to ask me what to do! How do I know what to do?"

  He originally planned to write a column on the celebration of the alliance and the recent series of drastic actions, and worked overtime to get out of the plan, but suddenly such bad news came.

  Looking at the helpless employees, Hal suddenly let out a long sigh as if all his strength had been drained.

   "...I will pay you your wages, and each of you will go your own way in the future."

  Perhaps, I am really not suitable for this job.

   All the employees showed expressions of reluctance.

  The older editor said immediately.

   "Can I settle with silver coins?"

   Hal was slightly taken aback.

   "Silver coins?"

   Several people standing next to the old editor nodded in unison, and whispered one after another.

   "We used to be Mr. House's employees...we were fired by him because of disagreements. He will definitely not ask us to go back."

   "And I wrote articles mocking him..."

   "We are going to try our luck in the league. Isn't there a "Daily Survivor" there? We should be needed."

   "That's right! And now one chip can be exchanged for two silver coins, but in Boulder City, one chip can't even buy a piece of bread!"

   "The alliance is actually not good..."

   "But I heard that you can buy a kilogram of corn for 0.9 silver coins there! The extra nutrient paste can even be used to feed pigs!"

  Listening to the chatter of the employees, Hal's originally depressed mood was suddenly relieved a lot.

  The wasteland is so big, there are still many places to go.

  Speaking of which, his original purpose of opening this newspaper office was actually just to find a job to support himself, and then to complete the trial that his father and the king entrusted to him and his brothers and brothers—to bring a valuable treasure back from the wasteland.

   It's just that slowly, he developed feelings for this newspaper, so much so that he completely forgot his father's instructions.

  In fact, he felt more and more that it didn't matter if he didn't fight for the throne. That thing was a burden, and drinking and writing poems were his favorite things to do.

  After he left, I don't know how Mr. House will report on the celebration of the alliance, but he doesn't care anymore after letting go of everything here.

whatever.

   Just a settlement.

  He should be a cloud in the sky, write poems for worthy people to read, and sing songs for worthy people to listen to.

   He did.

   Spread the Daily Survivor all over the wasteland! His employees hadn't given up on this job yet, so how could he be downcast at this moment?

   "Then let's go together, the more people there are, the safer it is!"

   Everyone looked at him in surprise.

   Especially the old editor, asked in disbelief.

   "Are you going to leave with us?"

"What are you talking about? I was not a survivor here. I said that I came from a place shrouded in sunshine... Although I gave up so easily, I did not live up to Mr. Manager's expectations, but I will sincerely express my gratitude to him. Apologetic."

   Hal smiled again, coughed lightly, and continued.

"If you like my boss, you can continue to follow me after you arrive in the alliance... The survivors in the desert don't have their newspapers yet, they should know what's happening in this wasteland every day, we can go there and start over! Make it bigger and stronger, create greater glories!"

   "Although, it is much poorer there than here."

  At this moment, Miss Dolly didn't know that she had been unemployed, and she was driving Fang Chang around the streets of Dawn City with great enthusiasm, collecting materials for the celebration column that had been wasted.

  Aphne from the Kingdom of Honey Badger is sitting by the window of the attic of the embassy, ​​watching the setting sun gradually falling towards her hometown and sighing, wondering whether the gift she is about to give can represent the hearts of the royal family and the people of the kingdom.

The mosquito implanted with the Xiaoyu brand symbiosis was once again stuck in the tin can made by myself, and by coincidence, it was photographed by Yaya passing by, and it was posted on the forum to ridicule it severely. It can be regarded as revenge for a long time ago.

Don't talk about the calf, took Makabazi and went up the mountain to fight tigers to go fishing by the lake. Commander Quanshui and a group of brothers from the Storm Corps were in the lobby of the road town hotel, facing Zhang Hai, the owner of the ramen restaurant who boasted that he could not pour a thousand cups. Taking turns to drink, Lisa advised them to drink less. She wanted to know about the pangolin, but she was too embarrassed to ask.

  Guang Feng and Doomsday Lone Wolf went to Xizhou City to study the reactor again, while Ye Shi took his old sister Jiujiu to practice leveling with crack claw crabs nearby.

Lao Bai and the female researcher of the college went to the East Forest in Qingquan City. She was very curious about the psychic interferometer there. Irena brought back a lot of magical ingredients from the desert, and she seemed to be thinking about new dark dishes with tomato scrambled eggs .

   There is only one night left before the triumphant celebration.

  Dawn City is as lively as ever.

  Chu Guang, who had just come out of Liszt's house, did not return to the shelter, but went to the farmland east of the city, looking at the reclaimed land and thinking about his thoughts.

   Seeing him staring into the distance for a long time, Lu Bei, who was following him, asked in a low voice.

   "My lord... is there anything over there?"

  Chu Guang said casually.

"No."

   Lu Bei scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

   "I see you've been looking over there...I thought there was something wrong there."

   "Well... there is something wrong."

  Chu Guang thought for a moment, then spoke.

   "I'm thinking, I can't treat them badly."

Food security is the top priority, and it cannot be completely handed over to the vassal state. These arable lands are precious resources. Perhaps he should take part of the tax revenue to subsidize those who stay in the fields to eliminate their worries about next year's food prices. concerns.

  Thinking of this, Chu Guang had another headache.

  Before, he didn't feel much, and a wave of his hand was a string of numbers.

   And when the scale of the alliance increased, he immediately felt how difficult it is to maintain a huge settlement running smoothly.

  There are so many places to spend money...

  And one of his thoughts no longer determines the jobs of a few people, but a group of families who are looking forward to it.

   If he makes a mistake, someone will starve.

   Some methods work well when there are few people, but not so much when there are many people. However, how much is more and how much is less is too difficult to grasp.

  Looking at the manager beside him who was lost in thought, Lu Bei hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but speak.

   "Master Manager..."

  Chu Guang looked at the young man beside him.

"What's wrong?"

   Lu Bei looked at him seriously and said.

   "I think you should take a proper rest... You have been back from the front for three days, but you haven't rested for a day."

  Chu Guang froze for a moment, then smiled and patted his shoulder.

   "You don't have to worry about me, kid. I know when to rest."

   "...I just hope that you can pay more attention to your body," Lu Bei said in a low voice, "This is not my suggestion alone, I feel...everyone hopes so."

  Looking at the young man's concerned eyes, Chu Guang smiled and nodded.

   "I'll consider giving myself a few days off."

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   (Speaking 4D counts as two chapters? T.T)

  (end of this chapter)