Chapter 539 Countless possibilities in the future

   When Sberg came back to his senses, he was already standing in an empty corridor.

That X-16 did not know how to avoid everyone without anyone noticing, took him out of the prison, and took away the body of the assailant... There was no surprise for anyone along the way. Notice.

  After they left the prison, they entered an underground passage, walked a long, long way, and then got on the elevator, and they arrived here.

  Not far behind him is the elevator door, the cement-gray floor under his feet has no gaps, and there are dark gray walls on the left and right, with wall lamps in warm colors on the walls.

  The design of the industrial style gives people a solemn, simple yet elegant style, which is like a palace promenade incorporating modernist style.

  He has never been to this place.

   X-16, who has been by his side, has disappeared. It is not known whether it is "invisible" again, or left here completely.

   At a loss, Sberg swallowed, and whispered nervously.

   "What the **** is this place..."

  He thought that no one would answer, but he didn't expect a happy voice to come from behind.

   "Inner city."

  The sudden sound startled Sberg, and when he turned around, he found a strange man standing behind him, looking at him and smiling.

   "Inner, inner city?!"

   "That's right," the man nodded and continued with a smile, "and it's the very center of the inner city, that huge stone building surrounded by countless tall buildings."

"…Who are you?"

  Sberger looked at the man in front of him.

  He wanted to know which nobleman came to the rescue.

  If it wasn't for the invisible master who advanced into his room, he would undoubtedly have become a corpse.

  The man did not hide it, and replied in a relaxed and happy tone.

   "Ebbers."

   "Ebbes..."

  What a familiar name.

  Sberg frowned and thought for a long time, his eyes suddenly widened to the point of protruding, and the expression of his entire face changed accordingly.

   "Big Rock Military Industry?! Are you the one—"

   "That's right, the chairman and president of Jushi Military Industry." Appreciating the expression on his face, Ebbers said with a smile.

   Ebbers!

   Boss of Boulder Military Industry!

  The undisputed number two in Boulder City!

  Sberg's heart was shocked, and he swallowed unconsciously.

  He could never have imagined how this big shot would be interested in him.

   By the way, which number is this?

   "Yes...you want to see me?"

  However, Ebbers' answer was beyond his expectation.

   "My curiosity about you was over when I met you for the first time. The one who wants to meet you is another real big shot."

   As he spoke, he walked forward and passed by Sberg.

"Come with me."

  Looking back at Ibbers' back, Sberg's heart was like a mess of tangled wool.

   This feeling is like sitting on a train heading towards the fog. Obviously, the train is about to reach the end, but the scenery outside is getting more and more difficult for him to understand.

   What made him even more painful was that he had a lot of things he wanted to ask, but he didn't know where to start, and he didn't even know why he was standing here.

  In order to understand the mystery in his heart, he swallowed, and took a step to follow.

  The two moved forward all the way, and soon came to a wide door.

  The door opened by itself.

  Ebbers led him in.

   Taking steps cautiously, Sberg looked around.

  The room was very clean, there was not a speck of dust on the mirror-like floor, and there was no decoration or furniture around, it was as deserted as a confinement room in a prison.

   It's just that it's very spacious here, and it's quite spacious, which is far beyond the comparison of that closed small single room.

  The only light in the room is a beam of milky white light sprinkled from the center of the ceiling, and there are no other light sources other than this.

  It was pitch black on all sides, like a bottomless abyss, which made him unable to see where the boundary of this room was.

   "...where is this again?"

  Ibers didn't answer. With a slight shake of his right hand, he took out a remote control as if by magic, held it in his hand and pressed it lightly.

  The light in the center of the room went out instantly, and Sberg only felt that he had fallen into darkness.

   However, the darkness did not last long.

  The surrounding "walls" are gradually illuminated by faint light, and gradually present a clearer and clearer picture, and more and more colors replace the original black and white room.

   It wasn't until then that Sberg realized that this was a "panoramic projection room"!

  There seems to be similar things in the outer city. You can watch some movies from the pre-war era, but the tickets are usually surprisingly expensive, and most people can't afford it.

  This projection room seems to be more exaggerated than the projection room in the outer city, after all he heard that the one in the outer city has only one curved screen.

   And here.

  From the wall to the floor, to the top of their heads, and even the surrounding air—every inch of space was filled with brighter and brighter light particles, as if they had taken them to another time and space.

  Buildings and streets began to emerge.

   Then the field of vision spread out, showing the outline of the huge wall.

  The turbulent crowd also gradually appeared on the street, their outlines became clearer and clearer, and the deafening shouts gradually approached.

  Sberg suddenly came back to his senses, what was projected here was the outer city of Boulder City—the main road leading from the giant wall gate to the inner city!

  A group of fictitious people with lights and shadows came towards him.

  They stood side by side, their arms hooked together, forming an endless torrent. Filled with righteous indignation and anger, they shouted something in unison, and walked towards the group of soldiers wearing exoskeletons and power armor with loose but firm steps.

   They seem to lose sight of themselves.

   Their eyes passed over him, passing through his chest, like sharp daggers, pointing directly at the inner city behind him.

  Sberg swallowed, a ripple of panic suddenly appeared in his bewildered pupils.

   Of course it wasn't because of those simple angers. He stood with them from the beginning to the end, and of course he could feel that the anger was not aimed at him in the slightest.

   Only a real coward would fear the wrath of ordinary people.

  What really frightened Sberg was that he saw himself lying on the white cloth in the middle of the mighty crowd—although that face was blurred by blood, it was undoubtedly his own corpse!

I…

already dead?

  Sberg touched his face in a daze, trying to find some real things from this illusory world.

   The tide-like sound gradually became clearer.

   People's faces are getting closer.

  He saw familiar faces, and he remembered their names. Although most of them couldn't recognize their names, as long as he called his fellow workers, they would all agree.

  At this moment, they roared.

  ‘Shoot! '

  ‘Cowards! '

  ‘Look us in the eye! '

  Looking away from the illusory but real picture, Sberg looked at Ibbers in horror.

   "...you faked my death?"

   No wonder they don't allow themselves to say goodbye to their fellow workers!

   These people faked their own deaths!

  Why?

   Ebbers suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha, why did I do that kind of thing? And when you said 'you', who are you referring to? Is it the first time I met? Or the adult who has never met? Or...someone An unknown black card friend?"

  Sberger's face was blank.

   Stopped laughing, Ebbers said softly.

   "The picture you saw didn't really happen, it's just a 'possibility', one of the countless assumptions deduced by the computer...Of course, it's almost going to happen, maybe only a second away."

   "Let me call it, 'A ending'."

  Sberger looked at Ibbers blankly.

  From the beginning, he couldn't understand what this guy was saying.

"What's the meaning?"

   Not surprised by his confusion, Ibbers continued casually.

"Aren't you a storyteller? Then use your talent. If I hadn't intervened, the X-16 hadn't entered your room early, you'd died in prison in a fight with some killer, and it was An extremely miserable death—this is entirely possible, after all, that killer not only wants you to die, but also wants you not to die so quickly, and it's hard for those idiots to find such a twisted guy by coincidence."

"Then, when the angry workers see your twisted corpse, they will occupy the prison and lift you up high, and the workers in the entire settlement will become fellow workers... In fact, you have already occupied a large area, like Prison, where the warden will not resist you at all, and will even stand with you in silence."

  Sberg's Adam's apple twitched.

"Then what?"

  He wants to know what's next.

   "Then, just like it happened countless times before." Ebbers raised his chin and pressed the button to continue playing indifferently.

  The image in the room also continued to move.

After the crowd had crossed the cordon, the commander of the militia regiment gave the order to shoot. The bravest went first and died first, while those behind began to flee. Those who hesitated were caught between the dead and the cowards. Innocent people also began to fall.

  The crowd was killed and injured, the streets were stained red with blood, and the children were crying on the dead bodies of their parents, but they were taken away as young workers. Those cowards were really scared. They would rather kill one by mistake than let one go. After all, the seeds of hatred are invisible, and it is impossible to stop the gunfire once it is fired.

  The aristocrats quickly declared that the workers' association was illegal, the gates of the outer city and the inner city were slammed down, and a large number of mercenaries were mobilized—or bought, and formed a search team to enter the industrial area to arrest members of the workers' association. However, the word "worker" will not be written on the face, which is much more difficult to recognize than predators who are keen on cannibalism, so many tragic tragedies have been caused.

  Some people who confiscated money also began to spontaneously join the search team, using lynching to avenge their former enemies, or simply robbing financial assets legally, or simply venting their hope suppressed by order. Everything that is not allowed on weekdays is acquiesced by the nobles at this moment, because they are more afraid of invisible ghosts than a few vicious dogs.

   Those who died first became the luckiest. They died heroically and honorably. The cowards who escaped would regret it. Why didn't they choose a happy death at that time.

   Until then, living is the real hell...

When everything is over, the gates of the outer city will be opened again, and new survivors will flood in to take the place of the residents of the outer city. Wastelanders care as much about a settlement's past as they do about its future.

  After twenty or thirty years of silence, everything will return to the original place, as if nothing happened.

  After all, most people in the wasteland live only 20 to 30 years. Only nobles can probably live longer, but usually not too long.

   After watching the follow-up to ending A, Sberg's lips trembled.

  He couldn't take it, and that was their end.

  What is even more unacceptable to him is that such a thing has been repeated countless times.

  No one ever told him it would be like this!

   He has to stop them!

   There must be... There must be a better way!

   "...You are lucky, because of my intervention, your workmates only suspected that you were dead. Although the bleeding was definitely enough to kill, they didn't see your body."

"The warden tried to persuade them to calm down. The murderer you told the story before clamored to fight the noble lord to the death, but your fellow workers didn't trust these two people very much. After all, they have their own positions. Now, you The guys are still arguing over whether to hit the destroy button and just blow this mess up."

   Ebbers admired the ever-changing expression on his face, and suddenly said.

   "I asked if there was a possibility that the killer was actually sent by the manager of the alliance."

   "Absolutely impossible!" Sberg replied without hesitation, his eyes were extremely firm, like a burning torch.

   Did not deny his judgment, Ebbers continued slowly.

"Well, in our deduction, there is no such possibility. He only needs to pay a small price to solve the 'trouble' of Boulder City, right? Actually, I am also very surprised why this possibility exists sex."

"According to my observation, it's not that that man has never played tricks, but he is not good at it. His strengths are actually plotting and duels. Logically speaking, this character doesn't bother to use assassination as a means. There should be something What we don't understand interferes with our 'probability'."

  Sberg stared at him and said seriously.

   "The machine is not omnipotent, maybe the machine is broken at what probability do you calculate."

  The pipeline occasionally gets stuck.

  Even if no one breaks it intentionally, the machine will break itself from time to time.

   Ebbers suddenly smiled.

"You are right, of course this possibility exists. And there is actually another possibility. It is not that Chu Guang who shot, but someone else. After all, Boulder City is not the only place where survivors live in the wasteland , I’m not bragging, there are still quite a few people coveting the treasure in our hands.”

  Corps, corporations, academies... even the Rift itself.

  All the old members of the post-war reconstruction committee, the reason why they abide by an ancient oath is not because they have a very high moral standard, but because there is something that endorses the oath, making it a real contract.

Of course, after so many years, it's hard to say how deterrent that thing is. Maybe the old rulers just don't bother to talk to them, cockroaches who live on the wasteland, and don't think that these things from the garbage dump of history The recovered "order" can do great things...but that's another story.

  …

"We have deduced thousands of possibilities, not just the A ending you saw, but also this... let's call it B ending." Ibers pressed the remote control, the screen changed, and the two Standing at the door of the beer hall.

   Time seems to have returned to the beginning of the month, when Sberg was first arrested.

  Sberger looked at Alec and Kent, leading the guards towards everyone at the entrance of the tavern. A fierce conflict erupted almost as soon as the two sides came into contact.

   They're burning powder kegs, everyone's

  Two hundred people rushed aggressively at the guards who consisted of only a dozen people.

  Kent was shot to death on the spot, Alec ran away without saying a word, Phyllis fired... and Sberg himself seemed to be unlucky again, his brain was blown by bullets.

  However, the casualties this time were controlled within a limited range.

The gunshots from the beer hall only passed a few streets. The workers knew that a few brave young men died that day, and felt sorry for their deaths. Even Vega shed a few tears in hypocrisy, but that was all. .

People die every day in this city, their deaths are no different from others, and then Mr. House said on the radio that they were thugs who killed a loyal boy named Kent, and some people slowly started Think so.

  Boulder managed to survive the superficial crisis, the marauders would eat people for the winter, and it did eat some people, but with the knife and fork of civilized people. The death notice was delayed for a while, but the bomb was not dismantled, but was buried deeper and more.

   I don’t know when the next crisis will come, but it will definitely be more violent than this one, and it will definitely come.

   Reckoning will come.

   "This time... is there any difference?" Sberg swallowed.

  He can't say whether this counts as a "good ending".

   Own dead.

  The workers who united first died.

   But because of their deaths, the vast majority of people in this city survived...at least those innocent people didn't have to die.

   This colony is not only the rat people who do cheap jobs, there are also many well-dressed gentlemen and tender girls in the bustling streets. Most of them neither have a black card, nor have they bullied anyone, and have even been wronged by life. They just swallowed their anger and lived an ordinary life in a not-so-distorted settlement in the wasteland.

  Sberger doesn't love those innocent people, after all, they never loved themselves. He was willing to die for the manager, because he felt that it was actually good, but those glamorous guys were not worthy.

   But if he was asked to kill them, he couldn't do it. Because people are not rational animals, and those who are awake all the time are the minority.

  "You may not believe it, but there is only one small difference between this ending B as a branch and the "ending A that almost became a reality" you just saw."

   "...what disagreement?"

   "Your cleverness, it just happened to save yourself."

  Looking at the confused Sberg, Ibbers smiled slightly, and continued in a bard-like tone.

"Drunken Pole undid the belt, but instead of humiliating Stephen and his family, he broke his black card and turned around to unite those who were bullied by Stephen. The corresponding 'maybe' in the B ending In "Sex", you wrote a completely different story. You did not mention the trade unions, but described in detail how Stephen's wife and daughter fell into the abyss of "happiness", how Stephen was in pain and despair... The awakening gave Ball brought not only the power of revenge, but the adoration of the girls."

   "Your co-workers actually prefer to read such stories."

  Sberger blushed, he did think so.

   After all, it was about to snow, but Master Wei Jia fooled them with IOUs. On the way home, he was humiliated by Kent again.

  It’s not bad that he is a coward, but a coward is not a wooden man. He needs to vent his emotions when he is angry.

  But he didn't expect that there are only a few old newspapers between ending A, where hundreds of thousands of people died, and ending B, where only dozens of people died.

"That's it?!"

   "That's right, that's it. And... you actually wrote a little bit, didn't you? You just put away your pen in the end. Our calculations are not based on empty assumptions, and we need samples for deduction."

  Looking at the red-faced and dumbfounded Sberg, Ibbers smiled, and began to read softly as if reciting a poem.

   "...'Boll is an awakened one, he has all the strength, of course he can do this, no one can stop him'."

  Hearing others read what he wrote, Sberger's roots turned red, which is of course different from his own reading.

  He coughed violently, interrupting Ibbers' recitation.

   "Enough! I got it! Stop reading it!"

   Ebbers smiled without malice, and continued jokingly.

   "It's a pity that my machine can't figure out how you can write. It's just an abstract description... I'm actually quite curious about the story that hasn't been written. Why don't you write it when you have time."

  Sberg said with a blushing face.

   "Enough, it's just a cheesy novel anyway... I don't think it's going to have that much impact."

  Seeing the disbelief in his eyes, Ibbers said softly.

"That's right, it's just a vulgar novel. It's amazing, isn't it? Although it's just the story of 'Boll the Awakened', for the workers who saw the 'book' for the first time, his Words and deeds have almost become the guiding ideology of their actions."

"After all, the minds of most of them are like blank paper. They immediately believed what House said, and immediately disbelieved after discovering that House was lying. Simple good and evil, right and wrong, are most people's brains every day. You will think, it is like a single-core CPU... Ah, you may not realize that you have done a great or evil thing. Although this is not your 'credit' alone, future generations should I will give you a relatively objective evaluation."

"That's enough, I don't care about that kind of thing, why do you show me these things... Whether it's the ending of A or the ending of B, it didn't actually happen?" Sberg stared at the crazy guy in front of him, nervous He said, "Aren't you going to take me to meet someone? Hurry up and let him come. After seeing him, I'm going back to meet my friends. They must be in a hurry."

  He suddenly became a little afraid of the guy in front of him.

   Is this guy really human?

   Or is he the same as which X-16, just some kind of thing that looks similar to a human being? Otherwise, how could he still be able to laugh at this juncture?

  Sberg didn't know what the "uncanny valley effect" was, but he could feel the real sense of disobedience, and it became more and more intense.

  Ebbers looked at the nervous Sberg and smiled, and said happily.

   "Well, of course, the big man is coming. But he is always late, this habit has been with him for a long time, don't expect him to be punctual all of a sudden."

   Paused, he continued.

   "As for why he brought you here, that's what he meant. You may not understand that feeling... In short, after watching so many repeated movies, he is almost a little annoyed."

   Moreover, this time is different from the past.

  According to the calculation results, after entering the "A ending", the gate of the outer city will not open again after it is closed.

  Just as people’s self-healing ability has a limit, there is also a threshold for the self-healing ability of Boulder City.

  Once the threshold is exceeded, the settlement will enter a downward spiral. This situation is usually not spontaneous, but there is interference from outside forces that break the rules.

   Logically speaking, that lord should not interfere. Boulder City also has its historical mission, and fulfilling its historical mission is actually an honorable thing.

  All things go from life to death, and from death to life, this is the normal state of nature. The fate of ups and downs cannot be escaped. If there is an era of prosperity, there must be an era of wasteland.

   Sooner or later.

  However, that adult was too "merciful" after all, so he pressed the pause button one second before the powder keg was about to explode.

  It’s cheaper for these people.

  Ebbers' mouth curled into a smile.

  He suddenly thought of something, and continued.

   "...Ah, anyway, the game is over, you lost. I still have an important meeting, so I can't stay here with you."

   Glancing at his watch, Ibers threw the remote control to Sberg casually, and smiled slightly at the latter who hurriedly caught it.

   "Take it for fun, before he comes here, you can see enough, maybe there is a happy ending in your dreams hidden in it?"

   "Although in those endings, you and your friends are either the protagonists or not."

  In this projection room, there are countless "possibilities of the future" corresponding to different choices obtained by computer calculations.

  And in the past years, all kinds of things that have happened here...

   These are valuable "materials".

  Looking at the stunned Sberg, Ibbers asked in a joking tone.

  “…By the way, is a coolie like me who has been a white laborer for a century and a half without getting a penny of salary considered a worker?”

  Sberger froze.

   This was beyond his knowledge.

   There is no such special case among all the people he knows, and no one can live for a century and a half, so that he doesn't know how to answer for a while.

etc…

   A century and a half? !

  Sberg stared at the guy in front of him in surprise, as if realizing something.

  Ebbers didn't give him time to think, as if he believed that he couldn't know the answer, he just laughed and disappeared from the room...

  …

  Dawn City.

  In the manager's office of the Alliance Building, Cheng Yan reported to Chu Guang the ongoing commotion in Boulder City with a solemn expression.

   This commotion is obviously a follow-up to the arrest half a month ago.

   It was just as Chu Guang predicted.

  Once the fuse is plugged into the powder keg, someone with an itchy hand is bound to set it ablaze, whether on purpose or not.

"That day, Sberg returned to the cell as usual, and then there was the sound of fighting inside, and the workers and the jailer rushed over immediately, but in the room there was only a pool of blood, a lot of blood...Our embassy staff entrusted Your resident managed to get a picture."

  Chu Guang stared at the photo on the VM screen, frowned tightly, and suddenly raised his head and asked.

   "No body?"

"Don't say there is no body anymore... Boulder City didn't admit that he was dead at all. Instead, he said that he escaped from prison, but then changed his words and said that he was transferred. They have bigger troubles and have no time to deal with this trivial matter. It continues to ferment," Cheng Yan continued with a sigh, "and after hearing what happened to Sberg, more than 90% of the workers in the entire Boulder City have now joined the Workers' Union, and they will go to the inner city together to discuss an explanation."

   Chu Guang asked with a frown.

   "What is their request?"

   Cheng Yan continued.

   "If Sberg is dead, they will see his body. If he is still alive, the inner city must hand him over."

   Very simple request.

   It's not too much.

  But the nobles in the inner city are crazily busy with another matter, so it is only natural that they cannot hear these simple wishes.

   "So he's dead after all?"

   "I tend to think he's dead... After all, with the amount of bleeding, I don't believe he's still alive." Cheng Yan expressed his judgment cautiously.

  In his opinion, the nobles in the inner city are really not smart. Even a diplomat who is unfamiliar with his business knows that things should be done neatly.

  If you simply let someone disappear silently, you may not have such a big reaction, but they have to do some inconsistent things.

  I didn't want him to leave the body, but I wanted to make such a big show of blood, and I regretted that I didn't do anything at the beginning. In the end, this arrogance hurt everyone.

  Of course, what the final result will be, he, an outsider, has no say, and what he sees may not be the whole picture of the matter.

  The alliance cannot decide how things will develop.

  Only the friends of that Sberger, the workers of the union, have the right to decide what they do next.

  Chu Guang closed his eyes and thought for a while.

  He actually wanted the man who read the newspaper to survive, otherwise he would not have invited him to the league as a guest. The story of Boll the Awakened was born in Boulder City, but it does not only belong to this small settlement. There are many small but important survivors like him in the wasteland who need to be encouraged.

   But one thing is one thing, this is Boulder City's own business after all.

  Suddenly, Chu Guang opened his eyes.

   "I've actually been confused about one thing."

  Cheng Yan: "What is it?"

   "The Lord of Boulder City," Chu Guang thought for a moment, "I thought he just didn't care about us at first, but I didn't expect that he didn't just care about us."

   Cheng Yan frowned, trying to understand what the manager said.

  Suddenly, he thought of something and opened his eyes wide.

   "Do you think there is a possibility... this matter is actually related to the city lord?"

   There are many nobles in Boulder City, but there is only one city lord. When referring to him, even the most arrogant noble will show some respect.

   Theoretically, this colony has an "omnipotent" guy.

"I don't know," Chu Guang shook his head, "My confusion is no less than yours... To be honest, so far, our plan has not only gone smoothly, but it has gone too far, and I couldn't help but want to step on it several times. One foot on the brakes."

  Cheng Yan said in a low voice.

   "Then... what do you think we should do now?"

  Chu Guang thought for a while, and then said.

"I feel that something big will happen. Let the people from the embassy evacuate first. Just bring the dormant cabin and the necessary documents. I will arrange the staff of the refugee home and some residents of the shelter to meet them at the gate of the giant wall." .”

  Big Rock City is a good "novice village". Those diplomats are valuable talents trained and cannot be lost for no reason.

   Once there is a fatality, the situation will escalate further, and it will be even more difficult to end at that time.

  Cheng Yan nodded and said seriously.

   "I'll do it now!"

  Looking at Cheng Yan's leaving back, Chu Guang was about to call Luka and tell him that the things that he had planned before could start to be arranged.

  However, at this moment, there was a knock on the door that had just been closed by Minister Cheng, and it was Charlie, the elder of the Merchant Guild, who entered this time.

   Seeing his serious expression, Chu Guang didn't talk nonsense, and asked straight to the point.

"whats the matter?"

   "President Melvin of Boulder City wants to meet with you." Old Charlie reported truthfully.

   Malvern?

  Chu Guang was not surprised that this guy wanted to see him.

  He reckoned that the Boulder City Bank might not be able to hold on anymore, and after much deliberation, the only way left was to ask himself.

  Chu Guang was suddenly a little curious about how Mr. Malvern planned to explain the run on Boulder City during this period and the interception of export goods by the city hall.

   "When does he want to date?"

  Old Charlie said respectfully.

   "He's already downstairs!"

  …

  The gate of Boulder City, in previous winters, it was deserted and full of snow, but this winter was uncharacteristically, lively like a festival.

   All the way from the entrance of Yuanfangzhifeng Hotel to the checkpoint at the main entrance of Jubi, it was almost blocked by crowded stalls.

  Businessmen with two-headed bulls came and went, and mercenaries and tourists in strange clothes mixed among them. These wastelanders are like hyenas wandering around the ruins. They all smelled the smell of rotting corpses in the air, and they couldn't wait to come over to take a bite...

   "...I can understand that cereals, sausages, and jerky are popular, but why is soap so popular?" Passing by a stall, Ye Shi saw the big characters written on the sign and couldn't help muttering.

   Barter only receive grain, sausage, air-dried meat, soap.

   The only money you need is silver coins, Cr and dinars.

  Some stalls are even more extreme, simply glue the chips to the wooden board, and draw a red cross to indicate that they don’t want this rubbish.

  This is not in the Boulder City, and most of the merchants are not from here at all, so no one will care about them if they do this.

  Guang Feng, who was walking beside him, glanced at the booth next to him, and said casually.

"The shelf life is super long, the volume is small, it is easy to carry, the demand is stable, it can solve the hygiene problem, and it can wash everything. In the period when consumer goods are scarce, cheap and easy-to-use soap will be better than shampoo, shower gel and other specialized products. Sub-products are more sought-after and easier to price. After all...in the most extreme cases, fragrance, brand added value, and user experience cannot be sold at a premium."

  Ye Shi touched his head.

   "Something makes sense."

  If a person does not take a bath for a long time, the smell is worse than that of livestock. This is not just a matter of hygiene and sanitation. It is very dangerous to expose the smell on the wasteland.

  Experienced hunters will lock their prey through scent, and some experienced traders will also avoid danger because they smell the corpses of predators.

   "Wow, Uncle Kuangfeng knows a lot!"

  Jiujiu nodded enthusiastically, with a learned expression, Ye Shi heard it, but couldn't help bursting out laughing.

   "Hahahaha! Uncle Stormwind!"

  Glaring at the siblings in embarrassment, Kuangfeng shut his mouth and did not speak. Seeing this, Lao Bai who was walking aside smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

   "Brother, it's okay, let these two young people be proud for a while, and after more than ten years, everyone will be old."

   Realizing that she had made a slip of the tongue, Jiujiu rolled her eyes and said strangely.

   "It's okay! We don't talk outside the game in the game, and the characters in the game will not change. After ten years, you will still be handsome little brothers!"

  Old Bai was amused by her words, and said with a smile.

   "Hahaha, it would be great if our Yeshi family had your EQ! No, I almost forgot, you are a family."

  Ye Shi, who was still cheerful just a second ago, suddenly became unhappy when he heard this.

   "Damn it, I don't have an EQ anymore!"

  Guangfeng coughed.

   "Just pretend you have it."

  Ye Shi: "Damn! Just treat it as if I have it!"

  Old Bai: "Hahaha!"

   A group of people walked towards the gate of Boulder City noisily, joking with each other, as if they came from the wasteland.

  But this time is different from usual.

  Because of the addition of Jiujiu, the "oil bottle" who came to join in the fun, the three buddies were more cautious when joking with each other, and they were embarrassed to be called father and son, and the topics they talked about were more refined and easy-going.

   These days, the dog managers of the cattle and horses basically spend their time on the Boulder City side.

  Fang Chang got a large amount of bargaining chips from nowhere, and with the cooperation of Fred, the "giant traitor", he bought several factories that supplied the Jushi military industry.

   Niuma Group not only digs equipment, but also excavates people and equipment together.

   Especially for some skilled engineers and veteran workers, they not only provide one person with housing allowance, but also help arrange for the whole family.

  Those generous conditions not only moved the dug corners, but even the boss who helped them wield the **** envied him.

   So far, what the Niuma Group has paid is only some increasingly worthless chips and a small amount of silver coins.

Yes.

  Although the chips are becoming less and less valuable, they are the official currency after all, and you still have to use chips to buy things in Boulder City.

   Some transactions of means of production are still paid with chips, and there is almost no price increase.

   We can even negotiate "discounts".

  This is one of the typical symptoms of the overheating stage of the economy. Although commodity prices continue to rise, the means of production that produce commodities have entered a stagflation cycle ahead of schedule.

  The profiteers in Boulder City are often very generous, willing to take the initiative to sell their high-quality assets at a discount or even break their bones. However, in exchange, he often hints at the buyer and asks for an extra "tip" in Cr or silver coins.

   For those misers who are only willing to give chips, there is no one in the circle of profiteers in Boulder City.

   After all, no one is stupid.

   Smart people can still recognize what real money looks like.

  Compared to those wasteland buyers who pretend to be stupid and want to take advantage, the buyers of the alliance appear to be too generous when dealing with these problems.

  Therefore, what the profiteers in Boulder City like most is the guests from the Alliance.

   Finally squeezed to the gate of Jushi City, Lao Bai took out his chips and was about to pay the city entry tax, but was pushed back by the militiamen standing at the gate.

  Old Bai frowned slightly, looked at the man and asked.

"What's the meaning?"

  The man said blankly.

   "Someone is causing trouble in the city, and I won't let anyone in today. I won't stop you if you want to enter, but I don't know when you can come out."

   Paused, he gave a meaningful warning.

   "Something happened inside, don't blame us for not reminding you."

  Ye Shi raised his eyebrows.

   Joke.

  He has a life in three days!

  Could be a person who is afraid of things?

  However, as soon as he raised his foot to step in, he was pulled back by Lao Bai and the strong wind, and was dragged to a place more than ten meters away.

   "Damn it! Are you cowardly now?!"

  Looking at the wide-eyed Ye Shi, Kuangfeng said calmly.

   "Calm down... If my conjecture is correct, there should be a major incident in Boulder City."

  Old Bai also nodded seriously.

   "Well, Fang Chang said about this in the group before, maybe the worst happened... You must go in, but at least you have to find out what happened inside."

  Guangfeng: "Go to the official website forum to ask?"

  Old Bai glanced around.

   "Let's split up, and the nearby NPCs are also inquiring about it... Maybe there is news that other players haven't dug up yet."

  Looking at the two communicating, Ye Shi was stunned.

   "Wait, what did that **** Fang Chang say again, why don't I know?"

  Guang Feng rolled his eyes.

   "Go to the small group to crawl chat records!"

  Jiujiu, who was next to the elder brother, didn't speak, but stood aside obediently and listened quietly, but his eyes were shining with excitement.

   Good guy!

   Is something big going to happen?

  (end of this chapter)