Chapter 527 Victory Day celebration!

"...Hello, dear listeners, I am your dearest Mr. House. I heard that the "Daily Survivor" was seized, and I have long expected that there will be a day when those **** will finally shut their mouths Closed! Of course, I don't care, after all, they have never shaken the ratings of Mr. House's channel! People will always be on the right side, thank you for your unwavering support and choice!"

"Praise the Lord of the City again, praise the residents of the inner city who gave us bread, water and food... Oh, it's all because of that idiot named Hal, I almost put the most important thing in the end! If it weren't for the great research on the inner city The organization has improved the synthesis process and food standards of the nutrient paste, so there will be no nutrition for one chip and one kilogram... Yes, the good news is that the nutrient paste has become cheaper again, and the bread will gradually become cheaper, and soon you You can afford it, Mr. House assures you!"

"It's a pity that our neighbors don't have that kind of good life. They won a disgraceful war with disgraceful means without declaring war on each other. The justice of heaven soon fell on their heads. The alliance is heavily in debt, not only owes us a large sum of money, but also owes a lot of money to Ideal City, so they must humiliately allow the residents of Ideal City to build a 20-story building on their site... Tsk tsk, Taller than the manager's house, but then again, does that hole-dwelling gopher have a house of his own?"

"In short, remember to close the doors and windows tonight, because those poor ghosts will probably be the same as last time, wasting ammunition in the sky in a powerless rage, crackling and setting some things that explode people's ears. Just stick your head out and be careful not to be caught. Broken heads from falling shell casings. Also, today the Union factories are closed and everyone out there is out of work, just wandering the streets picking up cigarette butts from the shelter residents... Poor North Suburbs , It is estimated that it will become a paradise for predators again, there are too many poor ghosts and refugees gathered there, you better not go out casually."

   "Just wait and see, next year they are guaranteed to be finished!"

   "And we are forever young!"

  The day of the triumphant celebration.

  The broadcasts on the street today are exceptionally loud, and this also adds a festive atmosphere to Boulder City, which has never been affected by war.

Mr. House spent about half an hour clarifying the causes and consequences of this war with his audience, and how the Boulder City Bank cleverly borrowed the Legion’s westerly wind and used 510 million in debt to take advantage of the alliance’s vigorous development of heavy industry and The military industry has taken advantage of the alliance's wool, and has changed from being dumped by the alliance for low-end industrial products to being dumped towards the alliance's output in one fell swoop, making the wallets of Boulder City bulge and bulge.

  After half an hour of explanation, he fully demonstrated that Boulder City is also the winning side—the hidden and great uncrowned king!

  On the edge of the industrial area, at the entrance of the Walnut Tavern, a group of workers who just woke up gathered early in the morning.

  They don't care about winning or losing the war, anyway, they don't expect the gentlemen to be kind and reward them with a few chips.

  They all came to follow the update.

  Although it is all nonsense, the novel of the "Worker" is obviously much more interesting than Mr. House's nonsense.

Especially when the story has just been serialized to an exciting place, the poor kid in the slums, "Duo Qi", broke out a miracle by relying on his awakened power, and defeated a power armor corroded by slime mold by surprise, not only won a large reward for this Jin, a black room card, also won the favor of a beautiful noble lady, she fell in love with him crazily, although this also caused her fanatical suitor—a commander of a certain militia regiment to regard him as a man from then on. As a thorn in the side.

  Although it is a very clichéd story, the content is not only clichéd or even vulgar, but they are so cool that they can't wait to do something with their hands.

  Everyone has been discussing the plot for the rest of the night, even thinking about the name of Duoqi's child.

  Under the eager eyes of the workers, the literate Sberg picked up a newspaper from the shelf at the door, cleared his throat, and was about to read it.

  But I found out that it was still yesterday's issue.

"Hold on."

   Signaling the workers to stay calm, Sberg changed a newspaper, frowned, and changed another one, only to find that it was still the same.

  Finally, he couldn't help but look at the boss with a disfigured face.

   "Why is it still yesterday's issue?"

   Tang, who stood by the door with his arms folded and watched the joke, heheed.

   "You should be thankful that you can still see yesterday's issue. Maybe the guards will come and take it away after a while."

   The workers became anxious and quickly surrounded him.

   "What about the new one?"

   "No more, not even the newspaper office!"

   "Then... what about the novels serialized on it?"

"Are you stupid? I've said no more. They've closed the door. What else do you want? Pick up your cigarette **** and smoke it." Tang cursed and pushed away the worker standing in front of him. He was in a bad mood. Because of this, he was kicked by the guard.

   Several workers looked at each other.

"…Gone?"

   "But why? We didn't hinder anyone!" A bearded man clenched his fists and muttered angrily.

  He works diligently every day and works as a cow and horse for those factory owners. This is the only thing left in his life. Why should the master shut it down?

  A worker raised his hand.

   "Anyone come with me to City Hall for an explanation?"

  People looked at each other, but no one said anything.

   They dared to go to City Hall to make trouble a few months ago, but the situation was completely different then. At that time, it was to protest the alliance's dumping of cheap industrial products in Boulder City. The factory bosses supported them to make trouble, and the shareholders behind their bosses were big figures in the inner city, which was equivalent to the nobles themselves competing. Calculated layer by layer, even if they killed that idiot Du Long, no one would blame them, but would secretly give them a thumbs up.

   But now, the nobles have reached a consensus, and the factory has reopened, and it is getting more and more prosperous. The alliance borrowed a large amount of bargaining chips from Boulder City, and the factory owners got a large order. The nobles in the inner city also made a lot of money, and they did the same. Everyone had jobs to support their families.

  The days are getting better and better. Now that bread is so expensive, no one wants to lose their jobs.

  Everyone was a little discouraged, and at this moment someone mumbled something.

   "... Then we can write the rest of the story ourselves."

  People's eyes gradually lit up, but they still had some concerns.

   "Can you write?" The unshaven man looked at the young man who proposed.

  The young man blushed and shook his head.

   "No... But you don't necessarily have to know how to write before you can write. Maybe you can write after you write? No one can write at birth."

   "I remember that Sberger wrote a letter of opinion to the newspaper office! The "Worker's Daily" came later!"

   How long ago was that!

   Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Sberg was stunned for a moment, and said dumbfoundedly.

   "I...I can only read, not very good at writing."

   A boiler worker smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

   "It's okay, buddy, you can just continue to write along the story, and everyone will give you advice."

  Sberger instinctively wanted to refuse, but seeing those expectant eyes, he couldn't bear it anymore.

  Even though he knew that this might bring him trouble, he still nodded.

   "But we have to change the name...to Gongyoubao."

   "It's safer this way."

   Everyone said with a smile.

"no problem!"

   "You can call it whatever you want."

   "We just want to see the follow-up story!"

  It's time to wind up the clock.

  As the bell rang in the industrial area, the workers gathered at the entrance of the tavern dispersed in a rush and walked towards their respective factories.

  Walking towards the cannery, Sberg tightened the collar of his old cotton coat, looking at the soot handprints on his shoulders with deep thoughts.

  Perhaps, it is indeed a good idea to run Gongyou Daily.

The Union newspaper was driven away, but its readers are still here. If you can collect the previous "Worker's Daily", make a bound volume of the serialized stories, and then continue to write the following stories , maybe it will be sold out...

   At least, than working in a cannery is promising.

  Sberger's mind gradually heated up.

   Working in Mr. Weijia’s factory all his life, he will not be able to live a life of eating canned food, but if he continues to write the story of "Duoqi", maybe he can...

  …

  It wasn't just Boulder City that was bustling. Only 20 kilometers away, Shuguang City in the northern suburb of Qingquan City was also a bustling scene.

  On the Triumph Square next to North Street, there was a crowd of people standing in the dark.

  More than one-third of the entire alliance gathered here, looking forward to the very center of the square.

   Even if the others were not present, they were all sitting in front of the TV or radio, waiting for the manager on the stage to speak.

   Not even just residents of the Union.

There are also residents from Boulder City, as well as wastelanders who have traveled here from the distant Luoxia Province, Jinchuan Province, Eastern Provinces-even the Easternmost Cloud Province on the mainland, just to take a look at the legend What does a manager in China look like.

   Most shelter-run colonies are terrible.

  What is so different about this guy...

  Looking at the expectant faces under the stage, Chu Guang raised his index finger and tapped the side of the helmet, turned on the speaker and lifted the mask at the same time.

   At that moment, people consciously quieted down.

  Restraining the excitement surging in his heart, Chu Guang took a deep breath, and opened the prelude to the celebration with a solemn and solemn voice.

  “…Just last month, we won the war against the barbarians, and the Luoxia province gained a long-term peace because of our arrival.”

"We have already cheered for the victory, commended and rewarded individuals and collectives who have made outstanding contributions, and I will not repeat it now. But I still have to thank everyone who stands here and friends who stick to their posts far away. It is the light that we usher in together.”

"Our battlefield is not only in the desert, but also in the forest, in the field, in the factory, at the station, wherever the eyes of every Union resident... Our unity has forged this invincible chariot , and the spoils it gains should belong to everyone who supports it.”

"We are far away from the utopia where we only work for one hour a day, but from now on everyone can think about how we can get closer to it in their own eight hours. Of course, this road is doomed to be difficult, wasteland It's not going to end on its own, and you can't expect to figure everything out in bed."

"You need to learn knowledge, experience and lessons from the books of Prosperity Era, think about how to improve the tools and production methods in your hands, and treat all compatriots around you well, do everything possible to unite them, and create greater miracles with them, and It is not to profit from it by crowding out, dividing and antagonizing them."

"We don't place our hopes on anyone's moral standards, so we have to develop a set of more and more perfect rules of the game, turning the cruel jungle into an orderly village, and turning the weedy wilderness into a road for traffic. farmland."

"Let the evil, cowardly, despicable, cunning, and ugly things lose their living soil in the competition, and let all the qualities of justice, bravery, honesty, self-respect, and kindness stand out from our society, instead of hoping that people will be born with meekness and humility , or hope the tall one among us."

   "We not only need to end the wasteland on the ground, but also end the spiritual barrenness—the invisible but real wasteland!"

   "Victory will be ours!"

   "All of us!"

   The correct application of the victory call seems to be in speech.

  Although Chu Guang didn't deliberately use that talent, when he poured all his enthusiasm and concentration into it, he could clearly see the heat and desire flickering in every pair of pupils.

   They have no doubts.

  He will deliver on every word he says!

   And he also made an oath in his heart—

  I will not disappoint those trusting eyes.

   "...that's great!"

  Standing in the crowd, Dolly clapped her hands excitedly, but within two pats, she was held by Fang Chang beside her.

   "It's fine if you want it. You just got off the operating table for a few days, so take it easy." Fang Chang looked at her worriedly and said.

"Don't be so rigid, I'm ready!" Dolly raised her lips and said happily, "By the way, cunning Mr. Fang Chang, you are going to lose your job in the alliance... Your manager said it himself It’s time to let the cunning Mr. Bad Guy lose the soil for survival.”

  Fang Chang spread his hands helplessly.

   "So... my dear Investigator Dolly, which law of the Union did the cunning Mr. Bad Guy break in your mouth?"

   Conscience of heaven and earth.

  He is definitely the most lawful player on the server.

  Most players haven’t even read the Player’s Handbook. Not only did he finish reading the Player’s Handbook, but he also familiarized himself with the alliance’s laws, and even participated in the alliance’s legislation as a refuge resident.

  For example, "Prohibition of shelter residents using the resurrection mechanism to donate remains and organs to non-alliance public institutions for profit" was voted into the alliance law and the "Player Handbook" under his advocacy.

   Without this law, when the number of players increases, someone will always find this shortcut to spend money, which will eventually affect the game experience of most people.

   What money can be earned and what money cannot be earned, he has a steelyard in his heart. Even if he is not picky, he will choose his means carefully.

  Touching her chin with her index finger and thumb, Dolly looked alert and contemplative.

   "I'm thinking about it, and I will threaten you when the investigator finds out... By the way, what is the investigator? A guard of the alliance?"

  Facing that curious gaze, Fang Chang shifted his gaze guiltily.

   "Cough, no...nothing."

Oops.

   I accidentally dropped my mouth again...

   During the remaining time, Chu Guang announced a series of measures including "adjusting the twelve-hour working system to eight hours".

   Almost everything is about people's lives, and it's what people care about the most.

  The factory owners of the alliance have made enough profits, and now it is time to give some of the profits to give back to the residents of the alliance.

  If they don't want to—

  The Union would rather they go to the neighbors!

  Just as Chu Guang announced his future arrangements in a loud voice, Liszt, who was standing under the stage, was staring at him intently, with indescribably complicated emotions flickering in his eyes.

   The alliance didn't actually take away too many benefits from him.

Even if the minimum wage is raised from 1 silver coin to 2 silver coins, it will not have any impact on his Lister factory. He raised the hourly wages of workers to 4 silver coins a long time ago, and the hourly wages of technicians are even higher. Above 10 silver coins.

   Of course, this is not because he has good intentions, but because if he does not do this, he will not be able to recruit enough manpower, and there are places for employing people everywhere in all walks of life.

  Especially for the heavy industry, military-related industries that the alliance focused on during the war, and the enterprises run by the residents of the refuge, the salaries are often surprisingly generous. After all, compared to the little labor cost, it is the top priority to do everything possible to expand the scale when there is no shortage of orders.

   What really caught his attention was something else.

  If that manager intends to fulfill his promise of "fairness", then no matter how much money he makes, he will never become a de facto nobleman of the alliance.

but…

   This is actually not bad.

His dream is to build a huge trading empire. It would be the best if his caravans can bring about a little change in the wasteland, but he never thought of becoming a nobleman or emperor who is above everything else. .

  In business is business.

   In terms of labor costs, as long as the league implements the rules equally and everyone's costs rise simultaneously, then he has nothing to worry about.

When it’s time to raise prices, it’s time to increase prices, when it’s time to increase production, it’s time to increase production, and when it’s time to reduce production, it’s good to compete on the same track. He will also try his best to make the improved version of KV-1 more accurate. the appetite of the inhabitants. It doesn't matter even if the alliance wants to subsidize some weird small workshops with the profits of large factories. He doesn't think those small factories can affect his sales at all. The alliance wants them to live as long as they live.

  But I'm afraid that the rules of the alliance will be lenient to the "nobles". If so, he will have no chance of winning.

  After all, even a pig can fly to the sky as long as the wind blows hard enough. How can people inside the track defeat the forces outside the track?

   This is also the reason why after he has earned enough bargaining chips, he must spend money to buy a noble status in Boulder City.

   It's not because he doesn't care about the noble's privileges, but because that black card can save him more than 90% of troubles.

   But at this moment, the man standing on stage told him not to worry, the things he was worried about would not happen in the league.

  If rules can be used, the alliance will definitely use rules. If they intend to improve the treatment of workers, they must ask all factories to work together, and they will never start outside the shelter.

   At the same time, the alliance will not allow privileges outside the rules.

  In the land under his feet, all goods can be purchased with the currency of the alliance, but no currency is allowed to trade honor and dignity.

  The residents of the refuge will even set extra rules for themselves and be strict with themselves, but they will never ask for people's worship and tolerance.

  Even if they fought most of the battles, they are the most qualified to be nobles. And when they choose to give up this opportunity, it means that no one will be qualified to become a nobleman.

   For a moment, Liszt vaguely saw a beam of light.

   And this was also the first time, an idea other than making money suddenly sprouted in his mind - that is to let the light bloom to a farther place.

Yes.

  He ate a lot of **** in order to make money, but that doesn't mean that **** tastes good, let alone that **** is delicious.

  For a self-made ruthless person, there is nothing more humiliating to Liszt than looking at a pig who doesn't understand anything, sitting on the steps and laughing complacently.

He doesn't care about the **** ugly things done by the nobles in the inner city, just like he doesn't care whether the chips of the looters are clean or whether the meat in the frying pan has a problem, but he can't stand the pigs hooking over his shoulder, saying "we're one of a kind".

  Why!

   That's all he wanted to ask.

   No matter how dirty the chips in his pocket were, they were brought back from the hellish wasteland. They didn't do anything, so why should they be the same as him?

  From those hideous faces, he could only feel the nausea deep in his soul.

  If he didn't have to slaughter a piece of fat from those pigs, he wished he could break off the black card in his pocket now and walk towards the hot and dazzling light.

   "Long live the alliance!" Amidst the waves of applause, Liszt, infected by the atmosphere, couldn't help but roared,

   Qian Duo and Qian Lai, who were standing aside, exchanged glances in surprise, and clapped vigorously, but they didn't know why the boss suddenly lost his mind.

   He told them more than once that they came to the league to make money.

  They did listen to him.

   But how does it feel...

  He seems to have gotten involved?

  After the manager announced the start of the celebration, waves of applause instantly resounded throughout the square.

   Alisa, who was standing in the crowd, clapped her little hands excitedly, staring intently at the person on the stage, and suddenly looked worriedly at her father beside her.

   "...Dad, I think what he said is right, we should unite the survivors around us as much as possible, instead of making them all our enemies."

   “We’ve always been united.”

   "But what about the residents of the outer city?"

"That's too late."

   "Why?" Alisa opened her eyes wide, and said cautiously with a pleading voice, "I don't need my doll, the 1 silver coin card is actually very cute..."

  She likes the big sister who praised her for being cute. At that time, she forgot to tell that sister that her smile is also very cute.

   Yet in Boulder, people hardly ever look at her, let alone smile at her.

  Even in the inner city, in shops, streets, and even classrooms, people's smiles to her are more like deliberate etiquette.

  Malvin stared intently at the stage, his dark eyes narrowed like a vulture.

  However, when his lovely daughter looked at him, he restrained some of his hostility, at least softened his tone, and said patiently.

"...You may not want your dolls, but you can't throw away the dolls in the hands of your good friends. My child, I understand your thoughts, you are a kind girl, but the things you said, Kindness alone is not enough."

Of course he knew that if the residents in the inner city ate one less bite of cake, the residents in the outer city would get ten more breads, and the remaining nutrient cream could be used to feed the livestock, and the Boulder City would become stronger. It will also be richer, and everyone will become better together.

   It's not that no one has brought it up.

  But those who take action will often end up losing the "black card" in their hands and give way to those newly promoted nobles.

  Because that logic was wrong from the start.

  Why should the residents of the inner city eat one less bite, and why should the residents of the outer city be satisfied with ten loaves?

  Once those poor ghosts have a taste of the sweetness, they will intensify their efforts, idle away their work, and even refuse to work... Similar lessons have appeared in the past two centuries of Boulder City, and each time it ended in bloodshed.

   It’s not that he hasn’t read books, how could he not know about those pediatric things, but so what if he knew?

  Does the sun rise because people have to get up?

of course not!

  Human nature is uglier than gnawers, and the laws of nature will not be shifted by human will.

  Honestly, he hated the guy on the stage and felt physically sick at every unrealistic promise he made.

  But he will never show this contemptuous emotion on his face, work is work, private is private, he separates it very much.

   Don't want nobles?

Ah.

   Just wait and see.

  Malvin smiled coldly, echoed the frenzied atmosphere around him, and applauded lightly with the innocent and lovely daughter beside him.

   But those dry lips, like "rotten wood floating in the swamp", are still moving up and down.

"...the reason you are still standing there is because people haven't woken up from the dream of victory after victory. The shelter residents closest to you will be the first to wake up when they realize that their cake has been divided Give it to those lowly hyenas, they will soon know how to use their authority to take it back even more... How long can you control them? Hehe."

ah.

  I really want to admire that person's desperate expression.

  Unable to help, Malvin was once again jealous of his youth.

  Even if he believes in his heart that there is no unbreakable alliance, he will never have the chance to see it crumble for the rest of his life.

  The "hate" of idealists is also here.

  Even if they lose to reality in the end, the flames will burn on their ashes for a while, burning eyes that have seen them.

   If only he never came.

  Every time he thinks of this, Malvin feels uncomfortable like crawling on thousands of ants...

  …

  The celebration has officially begun.

  As the manager left the podium, the people gathered in the Triumph Square gradually dispersed to the nearby busy streets.

  The shops along the street opened their doors early, trying their best to attract customers in front of the door, planning to take advantage of this busy day to make a fortune.

   "Look, solar eclipse, there are more and more people here..." Frost's eyes flashed with excitement, and he couldn't stop repeating that sentence, "This is an opportunity for us!"

  At this moment, it is wearing a maid outfit, with a black armband on a red background hanging on its cuff, with the words [Celebration Autonomous Management Committee] written on it.

  A few days ago, the professional life players in Dawn City planned to select some people to maintain the order of the celebration. After all, there is no huge wall in the alliance, so we must be careful of people with malicious intentions coming in.

The drones flying in the sky will mark suspicious targets, and what the [Celebration Autonomous Management Committee] has to do is to help the guards keep an eye on those suspicious guys, and at the same time deal with emergencies at the festival, and cooperate with the understaffed guards to deal with some small dispute.

   Of course Frost would not miss such an interesting event, not to mention collecting valuable sociological experience, so he immediately signed up with the solar eclipse.

  Although it is not a player, or even a resident of the alliance, but because it usually helps everyone enthusiastically, the players readily agree.

  However, the player didn't tell it that only the player can get the "Regional Prestige" reward, and it can only get a little silver coin subsidy.

  Although it doesn't care about the money.

  Eclipse stared blankly at his partner beside him, his eyes full of puzzlement.

   "I don't understand."

   Frost clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

   "Didn't you listen to what the league manager said? He said the league doesn't expect anyone's morals."

"so what?"

   "We are not humans! We are AI!" Frost stared at it with piercing eyes, "So as long as we prove that we are capable, the alliance will reuse us!"

   Eclipse looked at it blankly.

  However, Frost didn't care about its blankness, and looked at the bustling streets on its own, becoming intoxicated with itself.

ah…

   Intellectual plugins are burning!

  I really want to keep all these organisms in captivity, and let these people show spoiled expressions under the careful care of the machine servants.

   Presumably at that time the whole world will be filled with love and peace!

However, the council is still too conservative in this regard. It was not until recently that the relevant bill "allowing bionics to participate in public affairs" submitted by the Kangmao Group was passed. On the contrary, the lovely "Smurfs" in the alliance are more enlightened and often Ask them to do something for you.

  Life here is much more fulfilling than in Ideal City!

   While Frost was intoxicated with himself, there was an exclamation of "Yeah" not far away. It seemed to be a fruit stand not far from the trading post.

  With a slight movement of his ears, Frost instantly restrained his intoxicated expression, and looked over there with a "swish", his eyes became sharper immediately.

   "Eclipse, looks like someone needs our help!"

  Eclipse nodded expressionlessly.

   "Well, Xiao Qi also invited us to go over... Said to mediate as an NPC, but don't go too far—"

   "Then what are you waiting for?" Frost rolled up her sleeves vigorously, striding towards the crowded crowd, "Go, have a look!"

  (end of this chapter)