Chapter 537 My son is promising!

   On the wasteland, there are more than half a million people living in a large area, but to put it bluntly, there are only more than half a million people. If it was placed in Triumph City or Ideal City, the commotion of thousands of people would be considered a sneeze at best.

  But in the long-standing boulder city, this sneeze became the fuse that detonated all crises, and almost jumped its front teeth out...

  At noon the next day, Alec, the security chief of Weijia Commercial Co., Ltd., rubbed his reddened rosacea nose, and climbed out from the pile of wine bottles.

  Sometimes he feels that he is actually an awakener, but the awakening is not so obvious. One time he went to the northern suburbs with his boss and sat in the lobby of the road town hotel. He clearly saw that the blue coats who were called the awakened ones would be exhausted after drinking five or six bottles, but he was a real drinker.

   It is precisely because of this that the boss always brings him by his side.

On the one hand, he is really big enough to scare those malnourished workers, on the other hand, his drinking capacity is an indispensable pastime at the party. The boss and his mistress hug each other with a smile. Get drunk sensibly.

Shaking his drowsy head, Alec picked up the clothes thrown aside, moved his stiff neck and prepared to go back to the factory to continue sleeping, but the door of the box opened with a bang, and the disheveled Weijia hurried out He came in, followed by the expressionless secretary Aaron.

   "Damn, are you a pig? What time are you still sleeping!"

  Seeing the expression on the boss's face, Alec immediately realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly asked regardless of his splitting headache.

   "Boss, what happened?"

   "What happened? What I asked you to do, you don't know what you did!"

  Looking at Weijia who was spitting all over the place, Alec felt puzzled for a while, scratched the back of his head, and said carefully.

   "You...mean that Sperger who read the newspaper? I have already contacted Phyllis and arrested him."

   Wei Jia's nose was crooked, and she cursed angrily.

   "I asked you to arrest him, but I didn't let you arrest everyone! Without those poor ghosts, who will do the work? Do you expect the assembly line to move by itself? Or do you go up?"

  Alec was shocked.

   "How is it possible! I, I watched Phyllis take away only one person!"

   "But now they're all in!" Wei Jia gritted her teeth fiercely, "I have to figure out a way to get them out!"

   Secretary Aaron who followed behind him coughed lightly.

"I have inquired that those workers went in by themselves, and they claimed that they would never leave any of their fellow workers... That trade union is the root of all evil. If you do not find a way to dismantle them, their number will spread as quickly as a virus, endangering Not one factory, I'm afraid, but all."

  Weijia Commercial Firm not only has a good taste food processing factory, but also has many food-related industries.

   Wei Jia's face changed slightly.

   "I can only ask Mr. Sid to deal with it."

   Aaron nodded.

   "That's what I suggest too... Besides, it's best to bring in some people from outside the city. They are not skilled, but the production line cannot stop."

   If possible, Wei Jia really didn't want to ask that lord, but the matter was beyond his ability to handle.

   This is like hoarding copper mines to hedge against inflation. When everyone does this, the "card bug" method will fail, and in the end only the mines of the alliance will laugh out loud.

  If there is only one person who refuses to work, just replace it with another person, but if everyone does it, the method of dismissal becomes a joke...Using such despicable methods, these people are so immoral!

  Looking at the back of the boss, Alec hurriedly followed, and walked out while getting dressed, muttering in his mouth.

   "Are these people crazy... going to jail by themselves."

  The place was dark and airtight.

  What’s so good about…

  …

   Mansions in the inner city.

   Sid, who was sitting on the sofa, stared at the trader intently, with an expression on his face that was sometimes happy, sometimes frowning, and suddenly slapped his thigh and cursed, and then slapped him again.

  That moody look made the servants who flattered the most stay away from him, except for his wife who was closest to him.

  Looking at her husband sitting on the sofa, Bonnie had a look of doting on her face. She felt that her husband was sometimes like a child, getting younger and younger.

   "Honey," she put her hand across his shoulders, leaning her elbows on the sofa, and said softly, "You've been staring at it all day, don't you take a moment to look at me?"

   Sid moved his eyes away from the palm-sized screen, looked at his beautiful wife, and twitched his stiff facial muscles to squeeze out a smile.

   "I'm just looking at... to see what our son has done."

   Bonnie couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

  He didn't even notice, he changed his perfume. The palm-sized screen seemed to have cast some spell, and it firmly grabbed his attention.

   Completely oblivious to the loss of his wife, Sid was complacent. Through repeated swing trading and a moderate raise of 6 million chips, the value of S coins in his account has approached 10 million!

   But the investment is definitely worth it.

  Because just now, the S coins worth 10 million chips jumped to another level and became 11 million! He has earned back the additional investment!

  Sid had a huge smile on his face.

   Actually making money is not that difficult...

  Maybe this is the talent brought by blood.

   Whenever he thinks of this, he can't help being proud of his son, that **** is indeed promising!

   As expected of him!

  I hope that the relationship between Kumit and Kixiu can be like that of their parents—as close as me and Malvern, and pass on this unbreakable bond.

  That's more important than doing something big.

  The reason why the landlord is a landlord is because he does not know how to unite. When the wolf comes, he can only run with his tail between his legs. The reason why nobles are nobles is because the court is not a court of one person, even if the wolf comes, they can only give them extra meals.

   At this time, the butler came from the side, and said with a slight salute.

   "Master, Mr. Wei Jia is outside."

   "Vega?" Sid frowned, "What is he doing here?"

  The housekeeper bowed and said.

   "He said... he had to visit you for something, and it was very important. He was already waiting downstairs."

   Bonnie got up from the sofa and kissed her husband on the cheek.

   "It's important to deal with business. Whether it's Liszt or Weijia, they are good people who help us with things. Don't neglect them. You should be busy, and I will avoid it for a while."

   Sid nodded and watched the butler clear his throat.

   "Let him come up."

   "As ordered."

  The housekeeper nodded slightly, turned and left, and after a while, Wei Jia hurried over from not far away.

  The smell of alcohol on Weijia made Sid frowned slightly, but he suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and said calmly.

   "What made you so anxious."

   Wei Jia said eagerly.

   "My lord, something is wrong!"

   "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and get down to business." Putting the trader on the table, Sid casually said impatiently while looking at the screen.

   "I... all the workers in our factory were arrested!"

   Weijia cried and told what happened yesterday. Sid was stunned for a moment, a little confused, and repeated it to try to figure out the cause and effect.

   "You bribed the guards in the industrial area and arrested the poor man who read the newspaper... Then other workers were also arrested? You can just let him out."

   This is not a difficult thing.

   Wei Jia said dumbfoundedly.

   "No... that's not the case, those workers went in by themselves!"

   "Crazy!" Sid glanced at him, "You don't care what they are doing, just let them stay wherever they want to stay."

"But... most of the factories are deserted, and it's not just our factory. Sir... one thorn is nothing to be afraid of, but a group of thorns turn into a thick sore, this is not a small problem! This is going to cause a big problem You... no, we have to do something." Wei Jia swallowed her saliva and tried to persuade her.

  Most of the factories are empty?

   Sid froze for a moment, realized the seriousness of some problems, and became cautious.

   This is not difficult to understand.

   Just like the maids in his family, although they are often changed, it’s not a big deal, he is a very tolerant person, he will never keep them, and he will even give speeches for their weddings.

  However, if all the maids resigned, he would definitely not agree. After all, the dirty hands of the male servants cannot be used to comb his wife's hair, right?

   "Tell me about your plan."

   Wei Jia said patiently.

   "I did a deep investigation, and the cause was a guy named Sberg, the thorn in the side who read the newspaper, and he set up a trade union... That thing is the root of all evil."

   "And what exactly did he do."

   "I haven't done anything for the time being... No, it can't be said that I haven't done anything—"

   "All right, all right," Sid interrupted impatiently, "It's a cockroach, just kill him."

  Wei Jia was taken aback by these words, and said hastily.

"Then... no, my lord, we can't do this! It's easy to trample a cockroach to death, but its eggs will be scattered everywhere, and even if we want to kill him, we have to do it quietly and quietly. "

   Sid was amused by the coward's speech.

   Joke.

  He is a dignified nobleman, when did he need to explain to others when he killed someone?

  Even if he wanted to give a reasonable reason to appease the anger in the outer city, it would still be a headache for Dulong. Otherwise, what would he use that dog for?

   But seeing Wei Jia begging so hard, Sid thought about it and decided to forget it.

  Turning his gaze away from the coward, he looked at the trader on the table, and said indifferently.

   "Okay, I'll make a call later."

   Wei Jia asked cautiously.

   "Who are you going to give it to?"

   Sid said impatiently.

   "Let's find a prisoner to make Nashasi the head office, instead of using our own people."

  He is measured in such details, and he will not directly burn down the house like the brats like Kumit and Kixiu.

   It is too easy to find a desperado in the wasteland, and those who are willing to do things for him can line up from under his feet to the gate of the huge wall.

   "It's Sberg... I know you won't be mistaken, this is just in case." Wei Jia cautiously reminded.

   Although this is not the best way, he is more inclined to buy and divide, but his boss doesn't seem to want to do that kind of troublesome thing.

   In fact, it is not impossible.

   Then let this adult do it.

   Seeing that Sid didn't seem to want to talk to him, Wei Jia muttered in a low voice and planned to leave, but saw that the adult's eyes had been staring at the screen on the table.

  He seemed to have seen something similar in his son’s hands. He heard that Kumit and Kixiu asked the kid to buy it—something called S coins.

  Although he sneered at him, he didn't stop his son, and instead gave the **** a lot of money. After all, Sid is his master, and Malvern is his master's friend. Although S coins may not sound very smart, it is a smart thing to please these two big men.

   But what he didn't expect was that the famous Sid was also playing, and he was enjoying himself so much that his breathing and heartbeat kept up with the frequency of the line...

  Intuition told Wei Jia that this was not appropriate, but it was out of his control.

   "My lord... what is your thing? It looks quite novel." In order to match his liking, Wei Jia asked curiously, pretending to see it for the first time.

  With a common language, Sid really became interested in him again, turned his head to look at the old dog that was getting older, and said happily.

   "S coin! I've already earned a million—cough, the maid serving my wife's hair has earned a million chips. It's really a good investment project, and even people with little education can make a lot of money."

  It is unseemly for a nobleman to earn chips in person. He only remembered it when he was chatting with his wife yesterday. This seems to be an ancestral precept.

   But it doesn't matter, anyway, he and everyone have always been decent, and they have been able to follow the rules and not go beyond them even if they don't deliberately recall them.

   Seeing Wei Jia's expression of interest, he decisively took out an unregistered transaction device and placed it in the hands of this loyal servant.

   "Take it for fun, you can think about it when you have time. My friend, the times have changed, and the old ways of making money won't work. You have to learn to keep up with the times to keep up with the rhythm of young people."

   "I hope that one day, you can become a real nobleman."

  Taking the trader with both hands, Weijia was moved to tears, not because the generous Master Sid was willing to take him to make money together, but because of the "friend" that Master Sid said.

friend…

   What a beautiful word!

   It has been a long, long time since he heard that Master Sid called himself so affectionately.

  His money, his collection, the woman he likes, as long as Master Sid wants, he can give generously, just like his parents.

  However, Master Sid would rather call Liszt’s stray dog ​​a friend several times than call himself a friend...Obviously they are the same group! We grew up together!

   But today!

  He heard that long-lost and kind address again!

   Worth it!

   "I will always be loyal to you...Master." Wei Jia's eyes were filled with tears, and she clenched her fists unconsciously, "I, I will definitely repay you!"

   "Why do you say such nasty things?" Sid squinted at him, waved his hands in a good mood, and said with a smile, "Go on, don't forget the business."

"yes…"

   Wei Jia raised her sleeves and secretly wiped away her tears.

   Bowed and exited the living room, he followed the housekeeper to the elevator.

   It wasn't until he left the building and returned to the side of Secretary Aaron and bodyguard Alec that he put away the tears and joy between the wrinkles.

  Aaron didn't speak, Alec scratched the back of his head, not understanding that there were tears in the corners of the boss' eyes...he had never seen tears on the face of this big crocodile.

   Wei Jia didn't speak, but waved, and led the two of them out of the inner city in silence.

  Stopping at the junction of the inner city and the outer city, he looked up at the bustling streets not far away, silently took out a cigarette from his arms and put it on his mouth.

  Alec immediately took out the lighter with gold trim, ready to light it for the boss, but Wei Jia pushed it away.

   "Fuck off."

   Wei Jia cursed, took out a box of matches from her pocket, dawdled a few times and struck it, then lit it for herself.

  In the clouds and mist, the flickering fire flickered.

  The acrid smoke blurred the bustling streets, as if the whole world was soaked in it, but it seemed that he was the only one who was anesthetized.

  Here...was the wasteland?

  Predators don’t dare to eat people here, and mercenaries don’t dare to fight fiercely here. Two-headed hyenas can’t get in here, and only docile cats rub against the shoes of beautiful girls.

  It's a pity that he has never been to the heaven two hundred years ago, and he has no idea what the real Utopia looks like... If only there was a way to take a look.

   Wei Jia squinted her eyes, took a few puffs fiercely, then threw the half-smoked cigarette **** on the ground, and stomped it out with the heel of her shoe.

  Alec didn't dare to say anything, held the lighter, and looked at the boss tremblingly.

   Today's boss is a bit abnormal.

  He never lights a cigarette by himself, let alone step on any cigarette butts.

   "Aaron, we lost."

  Looking at the place where the sky meets the giant wall, Wei Jia said abruptly.

   Aaron froze for a moment, looked at the boss's expression, and then understood what he meant. After a moment of silence, he nodded silently.

   Didn't you already lose?

  He thought the boss had found out last month, but he didn't expect the cunning Mr. Wei Jia to be unconscious sometimes.

   Alec couldn't help but panic for a while. He couldn't understand what the two were saying, let alone where they lost and who they lost to.

   "Boss... what's wrong with you? Is that **** Sberg upset you? I'm going to teach him a lesson for you!"

   "S...heh, what is that thing, it deserves to be placed with me," Wei Jia shook his head, and said self-deprecatingly, "I just came back to it just now, this is a **** war."

   "War, war?" Alec was stunned, and then he frowned, "Are you trying to say...Sberg, ordered by the alliance, incited those workers?"

  Alliance?

Ha ha.

  What a naive person, in the end, he still wants to lose a little glory.

   Wei Jia glanced at his dog, and wanted to tease him to relieve his boredom, but soon realized that he was essentially the same as him, so he lost interest and shook his head.

   "Yes, war, if you don't understand what the meaning of 'our war with the wasteland has never ended', then you can think about it as you can understand."

"This is a war, a war between us and the Alliance. The rednecks and blue gophers in the northern suburbs finally couldn't help but fight over, and the celebration started as early as a month ago. They secretly hid the shells in the fireworks , and our respected Lord Malvern and Lord Sid went over to celebrate their birthdays with great interest... Oh, I am also an idiot. trenches."

   What a sarcasm.

  He has been smart all his life, but this time he didn't understand everything until he had already lost.

   It's not like they didn't have a chance to prove something to the wasteland.

   It would have been nice if Malvin had discussed it with himself, but unfortunately he didn't bother to talk to his pug at all.

   It would be great if Master Sid valued his loyal old dog a little bit, but it is a pity that the adults are looking down on the old slave's ability more and more.

It would be great if Sberg and those "workers" were a little more mature, stable and familiar with the general situation, even if Dulong, who was a puppet, spent a little bit of time trying to coax them, even if House, who had taken the wrong medicine, used his brain to make a draft before going. cheat…

  Of course, I am not a pure white lotus, nor is it a good thing. If I eat less, I can at least survive the wave of the next year.

   But what's the point?

   The Wasteland doesn't end with one wave.

   And who in this city is not a gambler?

   House, who was talking nonsense, probably knew that those poor ghosts could not suffer from diabetes. Maybe he was red-eyed and deliberately raised his voice to make trouble.

Dulong in the city hall is not unaware that his old buddy, the governor of Malvern, is making an extremely dangerous gamble, but the poor will not bother him when they have jobs, and the nobles will just do what they did five years ago Push him to the top of the pot, so instead of turning a blind eye, he wants to help Melvin...

   In the end, it was the idiot named Jaeger who was ridiculed by the nobles and the poor who was really good for Boulder City. Although he didn't have any good intentions, he just wanted to replace his immediate boss, Du Long, and become the one who held the whip.

   And Malvin is not unaware that sitting in front of him is an extremely dangerous and ruthless man, who beat up several ten thousand captains of the legion and ran away.

  There was no remorse on Wei Jia's face, only a faint sneer, not only to herself, but also to everyone in this city.

  It's a pity that this number game that is ending has nothing to do with mathematics.

  Their opponents are not very smart, even unfamiliar, and they need to borrow a few cards from their hands.

  Maybe a fool can do better. After all, a fool has endless strength in tug-of-war, but a smart person has too many choices.

   Isn’t the Willant people doing a good job?

  If it weren’t for the factories in Boulder City and the economic and diplomatic sticks of enterprises, it would be impossible to win by relying only on the alliance and the desperate blue coat, at least not so easily.

  Of course, Wei Jia does not deny that the latter is the most important thing, and the others are just icing on the cake.

   "...I think you may be worrying too much," Alec said cautiously, "Our weapon reserves and scale are still higher than the alliance... We can turn the table at any time, and they don't dare to fight us."

"Haha, weapon? Lifting the table?" Wei Jia finally couldn't hold back her laughter, looked at the bewildered Alec, and said jokingly, "As expected of my dog, I expect the assembly line to turn around by itself, you especially Why do you expect to flip the table by yourself, you are such a talent!"

  War is not a joke. The alliance has already demonstrated to them how a total war is fought.

  The entire alliance is highly united, everyone is twisted into a rope, abandoning all illusions, those with strength contribute their strength, and those with brains contribute their brains.

Not only were their managers impassioned in mobilizing for war, they told the residents of the alliance in the simplest language that we were going to slaughter a hungry wolf, why we were going to slaughter it, and why we could win it, and they even brought asylum The residents of the institute rushed to the front line.

  Of course their opponents are not vegetarians either.

Although the legion didn't dare to expand the scale of the war, those Weilante officers also came to the front line in person. Otherwise, their captains would not be captured by the alliance one after another, and Griffin would not play the first battle after each defeat. two cards.

   And Boulder…

  Let Master Sid go to charge, let those militia masters who wish to leave all the work to the mercenaries go to the front line, Wei Jia can't imagine that scene at all.

Besides, it's not that their mercenaries have never fought with the hillbillies in the northern suburbs. They used the best equipment and suffered the most severe beatings. There was no alliance at that time, and most of the hillbillies were eliminated. Iron barrel rifle.

  If you don’t have the ability to mobilize and mobilize forcibly, that is tantamount to pulling out the power of the ICU.

   Not to mention taking everyone to lift the table together, the one who dared to lift the table the most was Master Sid himself. Thanks to this, he, an old dog, had enough time to "prepare for a rainy day".

Yes.

   Wei Jia is already planning to run away.

In fact, to tell the truth, he is the most reluctant to part with Boulder City, where he dare not get involved except the wives and children of other nobles, he can go down and do whatever he wants, and the wasteland outside is actually the same as him. Big shots don't matter.

  At first, Wei Jia didn't understand Liszt's choice, and the alliance obviously wouldn't love him, but he insisted on putting his face on it. He didn't even understand why that guy Fred sold the factory, and it was obviously more than a little cheaper.

  But now he suddenly understood.

  He knows that he is not a good thing. If Master Sid is bad, he will smoke, but in the end he should be smarter.

  After all, he knows how to use chips to please Master Sid, but his Master Sid expects to use the chips he contributed to tie him back... It's a pity that the adult didn't know what he wanted in the end.

   What he wants is love.

   is to be loved.

  Although he is greedy for money, he has never been short of money eight lifetimes ago. He worked so hard to get the black card, wasn't it just to make his childhood friend, Master Sid, look up to him?

  However, he feels that he is still a dog. He has been a dog since birth, and his ancestors have been like this for generations, and the chain is tied even tighter.

  Perhaps Liszt is right. The true decency is not a wine pool, but a dignity. It will not make people elegant and decent, but it will make people no longer animals, but people with social attributes.

  In the wasteland where people can be tortured into ghosts, it is something that no amount of chips can buy. People yearn for it from the bottom of their hearts and are willing to die for it, but Master Sid swallows it all to himself.

   Poor Sid...

   Wei Jia was reluctant to part with that old man.

   But the ship was sinking, and it was time to say goodbye after all.

   You can hear "my friend" at the end.

   He is satisfied.

   Glancing at Alec who hadn't recovered yet, Aaron walked to the boss's side and asked in a very soft voice.

   "Do you want to contact the guest from the north?"

"Let's get in touch...Well, I'll talk to that adult personally. After all, there are too many 'goods' to sell. It can't be packed and taken away in a day or two. By the way, you have to do something for me, Sperger can't die, and no one from the union can die, so we can do those things in a reasonable way."

  Wei Jia thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, swept away the gloom on his face, smiled, hooked the shoulders of the two subordinates, and patted them hard.

   "Ah, don't worry... I will double your salary in the future, but we may have to use silver coins to pay wages in the future, so you have to be a little psychologically prepared."

  Alec had a somewhat regretful expression on his face, but after thinking about it, he smiled happily.

   Which is actually not bad.

   After all, the dancers on the opposite street have started to accept silver coins, and some of them even started the foreign exchange business part-time.

   Aaron didn't speak.

after all…

   Isn't this a matter of course?

  …

industrial area.

  At the entrance of the Lida Wuxian Iron and Steel Factory, Fred looked at the three bosses from the alliance, and shook his head regretfully.

   "Sorry, you guys are one step late. The production line you mentioned... We have sold it some time ago."

   Staring at the guy who seemed to come out of the emoji, Ye Shi froze on the spot, like a frightened groundhog.

"ah?!"

  A few days ago, elder brother Fang had his eye on this steel factory that supplies the Jushi military industry, and they rushed over from Dawn City immediately after finishing their respective tasks.

   It turns out that someone is faster than Gou Yue's Fang Chang!

  This is too inappropriate!

   Lao Bai frowned, looked at Fred and asked.

   “Can you tell us who the buyer is?”

  He still wants to fight for it.

"...Sun's Iron and Steel Plant, the person who came to talk is a guy named Sun Shiqi, who seems to be the boss of your alliance. He is a weirdo. He wants to sign the workers away, and he is willing to pay for me. IOU."

  Fred was also puzzled, it was too early to make a move by himself, otherwise when these people came, they could sit still and bid the price.

   Forty million chips sold those equipment cheaply, and the benefit of directly falling into the hands is only two million silver coins.

   What a shame!

  Ye Shiyi cursed with a sad face.

   "Grand! I was caught first!"

  If it is an NPC from another force, you can try to persuade or buy it, but the NPC from the alliance... In the words of elder brother Fang, there is no need to take that risk.

   Even if it's to avoid suspicion, don't touch it if you can.

  After all, it is clearly stated in the player manual that if the trust of the residents of the alliance to the residents of the shelter is used to conduct illegal transactions, and the amount involved exceeds a certain amount, the "Faction BOSS" will personally come forward to make a ruling, and if the circumstances are serious, they will be sent back underground.

   After all, according to the game settings, they set foot on this land only after taking an oath under the banner of the People's Federation. It doesn't matter if you don't work, but if you do something bad to your own people, you will definitely be "cut".

"Don't worry, I have more than one production line here, and there are many good things." Seeing that the customer wanted so much, Fred rolled his eyes, and started to sell with a smile, "Besides, I can also help you match up and give You introduce other sellers who are interested in selling equipment."

  As long as the price is in place, he can even help to negotiate.

   Lao Bai didn't talk nonsense, and simply took out the list that Fang Chang wrote to him.

   "I have a list here, can you contact the person in charge of the factories on the list?"

"Let me see, huh? This list looks a little familiar," Fred touched his chin, then suddenly came back to his senses, gasped and stared at the three people in front of him, "Hiss, good guys... you guys here Quan Te is a supplier of Jushi Military Industry! What do you want to do?!"

  Ye Shi gave a dry cough, and his eyes signaled him to keep a low profile.

   "Coincidentally... what we are looking at is their civilian production line. The alliance needs a lot of cement and rebar recently."

  Fred stared at him like a fool, he almost wrote the words "Do you think I'm mentally retarded?" on his face.

  Lao Bai didn't bother to explain to him, and went straight to the point.

   "That's right, we've taken a fancy to it. If you can help us negotiate the deal according to the quotation on the list, we can give you 50,000 silver coins as a reward."

  Fred looked troubled.

   After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head.

   "Too few! That's the corner of Mr. Ibbers. You may not know it. He is directly responsible to the city lord. Even the big men in the inner city don't want to provoke him. It's not appropriate for me to help you—"

  The old white face continued without changing his expression.

   "50,000 silver coins for an acquisition project will go to your personal account. You can negotiate for us, and we will give you 20% of the saved budget."

  When Fred heard this, his face immediately beamed with joy, and he nodded vigorously as if fearing that the people in front of him would regret it.

   "Deal! No problem!"

   Matchmaking is too easy for him!

  He glanced at the quotation list, and the price given by the alliance boss can be said to be very generous.

   In other words, he has a lot of room for negotiation and can sell those "garbage" at a price that everyone is happy with.

   "By the way, why is it so deserted here?" After the transaction was clear, Ye Shi's eyes fell on the factory behind Fred, with a strange expression on his face.

  He heard from Fang Chang that this is one of the largest steel factories in Boulder City, but he always felt that there were no people here.

  Fred coughed, glanced left and right, and whispered.

   "You don't know, something happened yesterday, and the prison is full."

   Smelling the gossip, Ye Shi suddenly became energetic and asked curiously.

"what's up?"

"The cause... I heard that there was a worker at Haowei Food Processing Factory who secretly removed the wire from the cutter, and he happened to be a member of the Workers' Association, so you understand? Anyway, Wei Jia lost his temper. Later, he followed the clues and found out that the 'leader' of the Workers' Association was also on his own assembly line..."

  Looking at the three league bosses looking at each other, Fred said with regret.

"I guess those poor people want to use this method to get Weijia to give them the defective cans, but unfortunately their approach is not very smart, Weijia is a famous miser. But it's not because Weijia is stingy , This kind of thing happens twice once, if I were Wei Jia, I would do the same, and I must never let people who get something for nothing taste the sweetness!"

  Guang Feng stared at him blankly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

   "It's okay to get something for nothing..."

  Ye Shi sighed.

   "As expected of the wasteland... This **** is really dark enough!"

  The two were using the language of another world. Fred couldn't understand what he was saying, but he didn't feel like he was complimenting him.

  Old Bai is a straight person, so he couldn't help but speak in human language.

   "Haven't you ever thought about improving their treatment? Why don't you blame Wei Jia? If that idiot doesn't do everything right, the people under him will be full and want to make fun of themselves?"

  Although the game is virtual, bad things abound in the wasteland, compared to those slave traders, mere profiteers are nothing.

  But after all, he comes from a country with social ideals, and he is extremely loyal to his beliefs, so seeing the face of this profiteer will naturally feel physically uncomfortable.

  Although Niu Ma Brick Factory is called Niu Ma, it is just a teasing among the four good brothers. Everyone knows that the real Niu Ma is only the four bosses themselves.

Even when the alliance was the poorest, they would rather eat nutrition cream and croissants to deal with it by themselves, and use the 5 copper coins they saved to buy fish for those unintelligent NPCs, even if some of those NPCs were simply their captives .

  Fred also couldn't understand these inexplicable guys in front of him, so he just gave them a strange look.

"Improve... the treatment of those poor ghosts? This is not good. If you have done business, you should know that those poor ghosts are not good people. They will try their best to steal, **** and play tricks. You should treat them a little better. They Just push the nose to the face. And people feel sleepy when they are full... Ah, of course, I am not saying that what you are doing is wrong, but we have different management methods."

  Ye Shi couldn't help cursing: "I'm laughing, you have already regarded them as enemies, they were built to give you a good face!"

  Seeing that the faces of the three customers were getting worse and worse, Fred immediately realized that the flattering was on the horse's leg, so he quickly changed his words, and hastily ended this potentially divisive topic.

  Because he wasn't sure what these people were thinking, Fred didn't feel ashamed to suggest drinking together at night, so he took the list and found an excuse to get busy with important things.

  He just wants to get a good price for what he has.

   Before it can be sold.

   That's all.

  Watching his leaving back, Ye Shi suddenly sighed.

   "What makes me more uncomfortable is that these guys have run away, and they are living more comfortably than the people who make a living under them... And we have to give him silver coins and let him introduce customers for us, shit, shit!"

   The money is fed to the dog!

"That's the money to buy his coffin. If he's honest, he'll live out the rest of his life like Old Brown. But if he can't control it, he's not only planning to make a comeback, but he's also planning to bring the Boulder thing to us. We're going to send him to bankruptcy as a matter of course...I remember the administrator said that he would let more good people win the competition, and I believe he will do what he said."

   Lao Bai squinted his eyes and stared at the man's back, and continued.

  "These fleeing profiteers may be a threat. We have to keep an eye on them and be on guard against them sneaking up on our territory and enslaving our compatriots."

   It is not uncommon for a newcomer to be scammed by an NPC before. Although the newcomer couldn't wait to go to the forum to show off, the deception was immediately exposed.

  NPC wants to cut the leeks of the player, it is quite difficult.

  Ye Shi had an idea.

   "How about we write a proposal? Nail this guy's coffin to death, and don't give him a chance to emerge!"

The original law restricting organ trading was created by beta testers spontaneously. There is a complete set of laws on the earth for them to refer to. With the help of the elder brother above, the clever Professor Yang and Brother Ye Ao will always be able to A whole set of rules in line with the actual situation of the wasteland.

   Not only restricts players, but also restricts NPCs.

  Since the last Beta0.4, they have realized that the alliance is no longer the small village it used to be, and they cannot always count on the loyalty of wastelanders to the managers.

   Like the Fred in front of them who is willing to sell his soul.

  The concept of loyalty does not exist in that guy's dictionary. For the sake of profit, let alone calling black people white, he is even willing to lie on the ground and kiss the manager's leather boots.

  As the alliance gets bigger and bigger, there will be more and more people like this in the future, and they will become more secretive and difficult to distinguish.

  These hyenas with their tails tucked up to pretend to be people can't be killed with guns and gallows.

  Guangfeng nodded approvingly.

   "Agreed."

   It's rare that Ye Shi can come up with a mature idea.

  This idea is at least more mature than lying on the roof and shooting black guns...

   As expected of my son.

   After all, he is promising!

  (end of this chapter)