Chapter 540 Every possibility is a continuation of the past

  In the screening room, Sberg saw countless possibilities for the future.

   Also, as Ebbers said, in most computer-generated endings, he doesn't take center stage or even appear on stage.

   There are not only workers in this settlement, although they are the first group of people to awaken on the world line he is in.

  For example, in the ending of No. 217, the youngest daughter of the Melvin family is the most focused camera.

  Since the little girl saw the first newspaper, she has been actively persuading her father.

   While her views are naive, the problems she finds are real. The old father, Malvern, who loved her dearly, finally realized some problems and tried to promote a top-down reform, but the final result was the tragic death of the family.

  Those inappropriate and irrelevant pictures were replaced by lines of cold text.

  Sberger breathed a sigh of relief.

  He was very happy to see how Master Stephen died, but he couldn't bear to see a little girl he had never met die with them, especially such a kind girl.

Another example is the ending of No. 269. The most focused lens is a girl with green hair, and there is also a girl with red hair. One of them lost her arm and eye in Boulder City, and the other lost a leg in a mission. Tragic encounters and traumas brought them together.

  It is the mercenaries who are united this time, and the opportunity is the wave after the cold winter last year.

Although those mercenaries did not have power armor, they were unexpectedly able to fight against the militia regiments who called them. Their experience in urban warfare was particularly rich, and they even broke into the inner city. In the end, Boulder City seemed to become a Mercenary city-state.

  Everything has changed, but it seems like nothing has changed.

  By the way, there is no alliance in this deduction, after all, the alliance has not yet appeared at that time.

  Obviously, this machine does not really predict the future, but just helps them dig out the possibilities of the future from what happened in the past.

However…

   No matter what kind of ending it is, there is no "good ending" that he expected.

  The fate of this settlement seems to have been doomed from the very beginning, and this is where Sberg feels the most hopeless, as if no matter what he does is meaningless.

  So he tried to drag the progress bar forward, going back to the farther past—a century and a half ago, or even two centuries ago, trying to find answers from the possibilities that had collapsed into facts.

   It is precisely because of this that he saw many things that shocked him...

   As he wrote in the story of Ball the Awakened, the city of Boulder was not built in a day.

   Now he has to add another sentence.

   Every colony has a good start.

   have also longed for a bright future...

  …

  The war broke out, then it ended, and with the establishment of the post-war reconstruction committee, the era of prosperity came to an end.

  The first fifty years were difficult, but also full of hope.

  The post-war reconstruction committee did not abandon the survivors who remained on the surface, and more importantly, the survivors who remained on the wasteland did not abandon themselves.

  The Ministry of Defense taught the local survivors the use of weapons and formed a militia to hold back the threat of the tide. The technology department organized a scavenging team to mobilize everyone to search for usable materials in dilapidated urban areas and recover high-value technology from them. The production department is responsible for organizing production, helping the local survivors build factories that are not advanced but usable, and transporting some materials from other places from time to time.

  The huge wall was also built at that time.

   It was not created out of thin air by some kind of "black box", nor did it fall from the sky as rumored, but it was built up bit by bit by the first-generation managers with a truckload of cement and a truckload of steel bars in the ice and snow.

   Yes, it's that simple.

  Ordinary yet great.

  At that time, the giant wall was not very high, just sufficient. After all, there were not many fruiting bodies that could fly and jump, and slime mold was not the main threat to survival.

  The tenants of the Jushi Mansion are the most capable survivors, so everyone trusts them and hands over the power to them with confidence, so there is the saying of the inner city.

  Black cards are the same as Jubi, they didn’t exist at the beginning.

  In the 2174th year, the 45th year of the Wasteland Era, the post-war reconstruction committee fell apart due to internal conflicts, and a large number of outstanding talents were withdrawn from Boulder City.

  Some went north to the Wandering Swamp, some went to the westernmost part of the mainland, and some went to the east coast, but more people still chose to stay.

   Those who stay are the true warriors.

  They are as brave as their fathers, and they will always stand with the people who really need help when the crisis comes, no matter what they are facing is a cold winter that has never been seen before, or a alien species that has never been seen before.

  They used ideals to melt ice and snow, ignite the fire, and smelt steel.

  They spurn those who have betrayed their ideals, they abandon all unrealistic fantasies, and they only believe in their compatriots who stayed with them.

   They want to be their own saviors!

  Although the assistance from the War Construction Committee is over, the future of Boulder City seems to be brighter.

  They opened the huge wall to accept the wandering survivors. When the tide came, they rushed to the forefront. Wherever there was danger, there were residents with black cards. They not only do it themselves, but also call on everyone to mobilize scavengers to explore the ruins, build resource-collecting outposts, and develop them into small but reliable villages.

  They no longer need the support of the production department, and they don't expect those selfish guys to reunite. They take the initiative to go to the barren south to find hope.

   Maybe I was moved by their courage, or maybe it was just the time came.

  Five years later, the never-ending cold winter ended, everything regained the power to grow, and a large number of shelters were also unsealed.

  They started to accept some blue jackets who didn't understand the situation, telling those stupid guys that the War Construction Committee has been disbanded, and you can either go back to sleep or stay and join us.

   Whether you like it or not, now we can only rely on ourselves.

   As we all know, most of the blue coats are warm-hearted guys, and many old popsicles feel guilty for their compatriots who stayed on the surface and suffered. Therefore, when those compatriots who had suffered so much stretched out their hands to them, they were so moved that they wished to dedicate their lives to these poor people.

  Refuge brings not only black boxes, but also technology and ideas that can shine.

The arrival of the blue jacket injected new blood into Boulder City. They used pre-war technology to help the survivors further improve the tools left over from the production department, and even repaired a batch of power armor that the Ministry of Defense did not know how to repair. , and learned from the researchers of the technical department, trying to "archeology" from the evolutionary body in the city center.

  Since then, Boulder City has almost become a beacon that illuminates the entire southern part of the River Valley Province...

   It's just that what makes Sberg strange is that in this history that has happened, there seems to be no shadow of the city lord from the beginning to the end.

  The residents of the inner city only mentioned in a few words that there is an "AI that assists in management" in Boulder City, which controls the security system of the entire Boulder Building, and has no extra capabilities other than that.

  After the War Construction Committee was disbanded, the Great Rift Valley gave them something for self-protection. Out of some concerns, everyone unanimously decided to put that self-protection thing in the hands of the city lord.

   Except for limited communication with the militia, it will hardly participate in the normal affairs of Boulder City.

  Even limited communication mostly only happened when the waves and the forces related to the post-war reconstruction committee tried to enter the vicinity of Boulder City.

   This is part of the ancient "contract". After the separation, everyone will not interfere with each other and concentrate on doing their own things.

   There is no deep conspiracy.

  However, although the presence of the AI ​​named Fang Ming is very low, it doesn't really matter.

   He wasn’t the one who built Boulder City, but the survivors themselves have done a good job, and it will get better and better.

  Until one day, Sberg suddenly discovered that the original beautiful fairy tale gradually changed its taste...

  In the holographic image, a major topic is being discussed in the spacious conference hall.

  A man with a serious expression propped his hands on the table, staring at the audience and speaking.

"There are more and more people in settlements, and the past material management methods are becoming less and less effective. The workers will become more and more skilled, and the machines will become more and more advanced. This is an objective law of nature. We don't need so many Soap, some people need shower gel, some people need shampoo, everyone wants to be more pleasing to the eye, I think this is a reasonable request. The same is true for food, it is impossible to have sausage slices in bread, we can start thinking about abundance Variety of food."

"However, it is impossible for us to determine how much different types of goods are produced each day through established tables, and we cannot expect everyone to consume only what they need. If this continues, let alone soap and sausages, even concrete blocks will become scarce!"

   "I propose that the society decide what it needs and where the excess productivity and resources should go. Therefore, we need to invent a tool to make the invisible relationship between supply and demand visible, a tool that has appeared in history!"

   As he spoke, he took out a white chip.

   That's the smallest denomination.

  Everyone in the conference room whispered.

   One person stood up and asked.

"This is…?"

  The serious-looking man continued.

   "Chips!"

   "It replaces money!"

   "Although it is obviously not as good as the credits we used to use, it at least reflects the relationship between supply and demand!"

  Everyone's faces were full of worries.

  They feel that this is not a good thing.

   Soon a participant stood up and raised an objection.

   "I know what you're trying to express, using traditional currency pairs from pre-boom era? But it still reflects supply and demand with a lag, and we've proven there's a better way!"

  The proposer nods.

"That's right! But the 'better way' is useless now, we don't have that much computing power, and we don't have that many production tools. The productivity level of our settlements is not much different from the era before the prosperous era, Even if the 'chips' are something picked out of the trash, it's better than the method we're using!"

  The conference hall fell into a quarrel.

   Until an old and loud voice sounded, the conference hall gradually returned to silence.

   "Silence!"

  Everyone looked at the old man who made the voice, their pupils were filled with respect and trust.

  He was the first resident of Boulder City. He came from the era before the Wasteland Era, and he never slept for a day. He is more than a hundred years old now.

  His experience is richer than anyone sitting here. The wrinkles on his face are like the rings of an old tree, and the circles are history.

  Even the most rebellious inner city residents can't help lowering their eyebrows when they look at him.

   No one will doubt his wisdom and correctness.

  Even if he doesn't have a crown on his head.

   But this time, the old man did not give his opinion, but simply cleared his throat, and then raised his right hand.

"same as before."

   "Vote."

  …

  Using chips as currency passed the deliberations of the inner city residents without any suspense. After all, their original method did not work.

  Many times what everyone needs is not the "best" method, but a "useful" method.

   But there is still a problem here.

  The credit points of the era of prosperity will not allow the "distributors" of resources to obtain the most benefits, and can achieve utopian equality in a relative sense.

   But the chips are different.

  It is essentially a traditional currency. Even if it does not have that name on purpose, it cannot change the essence of money.

  Any old-age currency has a problem, since its response to supply and demand is lagging, it will lead to more benefits for allocators in the market. That is, the person who cuts the cake gets the most cake, the person who divides the cake takes second place, and the person who makes the cake gets the least.

  The original intention of people inventing money is to make money serve people, but it is often reversed in the end, and people become slaves serving money.

  Of course, people are not dead-brained animals, and many means other than currency can slow down the uneven distribution of resources generated by currency.

  For example, through visible or invisible hands, take the cake from the hands of the cake cutter and give it to other people who need the cake.

   However, this does not change the nature of money.

  Maybe it is also seeing this, an expert from the shelter suggested.

"Unrestrained chips can create new problems, and we may not have enough time to constantly adjust it to meet our needs every moment. I fear that one day in the future, our children will use chips as toys , and this will reverse our original intention and purpose of launching chips, so I propose... At least the residents of the inner city should not end up participating in the production and operation of the outer city.”

   "In other words, we can't earn chips!"

   A young man immediately retorted.

   "But we also have to live. We can't let us watch those who hold chips live a good life, but we live by air?"

   "This is two different things," the shelter expert said seriously, "We can pay ourselves a salary, but we can't hold the tap and carry the bucket to fetch the water ourselves. This is self-contradictory!"

  More people agreed.

  Although he is an expert born in the shelter and wears a blue coat, his identity is never a problem here, and he can talk about anything.

  Besides, there was nothing wrong with his words.

  The chip itself is released from them, and it is so strange to get a bucket to put it back in a clever way!

  The oldest old man did not speak this time.

   He is too old.

   After all, he is not the AI ​​that will never change, nor is he a strong awakened person, after all, he cannot escape the curse of aging.

  Just like cells will metabolize, so will people. There will always be young lives to replace old bones like him, so that their society will become younger and more vibrant.

  The old man felt that it might be better if he didn't speak.

   After all, as soon as he opened his mouth, even if he only uttered a word, people would immediately stop talking and cast expectant glances at him.

  What he fears the most is those people looking at him like that.

  He is very clear that he is not as wise as they imagined, and he is also confused sometimes, and the older he gets, the more so.

  Since this is the case, it is better not to say anything.

   Young people should decide their own future, just like he decided to stay twice in the first place.

  People can only prove that they are really brave when they are really faced with a choice, instead of a coward pretending to be a wolf with a big tail.

  He has handed over an answer sheet that satisfies him, and it is time for him to take care of himself.

   Actually, they did a pretty good job.

  When he is gone, Mr. Fang Ming will take care of them for him...

  …

  Time went forward another ten years.

  The old man finally left, and the young man became a middle-aged man, with a trace of stability between his brows.

  In the past, he would only rush forward, but now he has learned how to win over and unite those potential supporters.

  The most important thing is that he finally wants to "understand" why the old man is loved by so many people.

  Because he controls people's hearts!

  The human heart is a more powerful "weapon" than the black card.

  So when he stood in the conference hall again, he didn't speak directly, but clenched his right fist into a fist.

  He evokes enthusiasm with his impassioned voice, letting his fists rise like the rising sun along with his rising voice.

"Friends! Boulder City is great enough. We sheltered more than 500,000 survivors. We built a higher wall. There are countless people leaning on the wall and looking forward to us. We created Wealth makes the whole wasteland look sideways!"

   "Our miracle is obvious to all survivors!"

  He successfully caught the young man's attention.

  The residents of the inner city who were his age felt that something was wrong, but there was really nothing to refute this sentence.

  They couldn't help being proud, but they rarely expressed it with fiery tone and emotions like him.

   Although the wasteland has not ended yet, they have ended the wasteland era within a limited range, which is a very remarkable thing.

   They even built higher the huge wall left to them by the post-war reconstruction committee, and built it entirely by themselves without anyone's help.

   This is better than those gophers who are still huddled in their shelters for the winter.

   Of course, this does not include the blue gophers who helped them. Those gophers are different and have become part of them.

  The middle-aged man suddenly changed the topic and continued.

  “…However, we, who have created countless miracles, can only hold a little chip and live in a room of less than 50 square meters. Is this the equality we want? This is not equal at all!”

"Just outside this window, those merchants have opened restaurants and bars under our feet! They drink and have fun all day long, throw a lot of chips into the sky, let men, women, children, old people cheer for them, and even Kiss their leather shoes! People who don't know think they created the Boulder City!"

  His voice tinged with hatred.

  He hates those who humiliate his people with chips.

   And those who were wantonly humiliated really have no shame at all.

  They would rather lick the shoes of those merchants than bend down to these real nobles, or even say a word of compliment!

  For example, "Sir, you worked hard!", or something similar.

  If the last sentence awakened people's pride, then his sentence completely ignited the fire in people's hearts.

  There is anger, but there is also fire of desire.

   "...We have to do something! At least the rules allow us to get more chips! Instead of being like beggars, waiting for that AI named Fang Ming to give us alms!"

   "That belongs to us!"

  The audience responds to countless voices.

"well said!"

  People raised their hands in outrage.

   "Why let those thieves steal my fruit!"

   "This is the greatest injustice!"

  The Vault expert who once sang against him is old.

  The old man tried to quell the frenzy that permeated the conference hall, but it was too late, and any gentle words at this time would be powerless.

  He could only look at the ambitious middle-aged man with beseeching eyes, even pleading eyes.

"You talk about equality... but the black card itself is already unequal. We can improve the treatment of everyone and limit the expenses of those profiteers, such as making them pay more taxes and prohibiting them from taking off people's clothes in bars. There are still many ways to get rid of it.”

"These are two different things!" The middle-aged man retorted without hesitation, "We are discussing chips now! Those rich businessmen can squander wantonly, but we are here to discuss how to let them live like ascetic monks." Even better, people even forget who made them live a good life! My father died in the frontier team, if he is still alive, he must be ashamed of Boulder today!"

he knows.

   When he said this, no one could stop him anymore.

   After all, Blue Gopher has never sacrificed so much for Boulder City.

  Most of the people here are descendants of heroes, and their ancestors paid more or less sweat and even their lives.

  This is not just a matter of fairness, but more about the justice in their hearts.

   And he thinks that what he is asking for is not much, he just asks those people who are blinded by money to look up at them, the real heroes.

  They may not be as great as their parents, but they have done a lot of things.

  The middle-aged man cleared his throat, looked at the silent blue coats, and proposed a compromise that could win over conservatives.

  He didn't intend to open the window all at once, but he could open a crack first, and then pry slowly.

"Those businessmen have suggested to us that they are also part of Boulder City, they should also participate in public affairs, and they should also have the right to obtain black cards... But if we don't change the past rules, we can't accept them .”

"You said that the power of the black card is unequal, and I think so too. Since this is the case, we will make some changes and allow some wastelanders from outside to join us. In exchange, from now on we can also end up earning money." Take chips."

  "Admit it, the old way is outdated! It's time to turn the page! We must let smarter and more capable people control more resources and more bargaining chips!"

  Voting session.

  He won without any surprise.

   Not quite winning though.

  The council negotiated a compromise solution, adding a few words to the original rule, so that the change would not be too big, and all the disputes would be quelled.

The previous rule was "inner city residents are not allowed to end the game to earn chips", they changed it to "in principle, it is not suitable for inner city residents to end Chips are disrespectful." In this way, a moral bond has been added, and the binding force has not weakened, but theoretically should have become stronger.

  Most people have a vague feeling that this is not appropriate.

  Adding water to too much noodles, and adding noodles to too much water is actually not a good idea.

  Even the cooks know that this will face the dilemma of "kneading more and more noodles", and in the end they don't know what to do at all.

  But some things are like cigarettes. People who have smoked it often find it difficult to hold back another sip. They will regret it until they see mottled yellow teeth. Why didn’t they take it easy at the beginning...

   "Do you think you can do better than them?"

   An abrupt voice came from behind, interrupting Sberg's thoughts.

  He turned his head and saw a man with an expressionless face.

   "You... are you Mr. Fang Ming?"

"Yes."

  Sberg probably already guessed that the man in front of him is not a human being, but just an AI that "assisting the residents of the inner city in managing the affairs of Boulder City".

  He is like the operating system of the machine, and it is also a part of the machine.

  Sberg's Adam's apple moved, and he looked at him desperately.

   "We... are just an experiment."

  Fang Ming answered blankly.

"no."

   This answer made Sberg feel better.

   But he still couldn't understand.

   After a long silence, he said in a hoarse voice with a questioning tone.

   "The oldest... that first-generation resident, he asked you to take care of his descendants. You clearly saw all of them, so why didn't you do anything?"

   "Why?" Fang Ming repeated his words, staring at him intently, "You actually asked me why I didn't do anything."

   "Did you know? The most disgusting and annoying thing about you creatures is that you always fantasize about 'others' to help you, and you always want to push your troubles to other things, whether it is a human or not."

  Sberger looked at him in astonishment, not understanding why he suddenly became so angry.

  Fang Ming continued to speak expressionlessly.

"When you're hungry, you fantasize about the savior giving you bread, and when you're in pain, you fantasize about the savior giving you painkillers. Now, you, a certain descendant of human beings, have the audacity to ask me, why is the 'City Lord' watching? You Your father, your grandpa... Hasn't a vocal animal ever told you that I'm just an AI called a 'Santo' because they want the city to never have a living 'Master', and as far as I can Everything you make me do."

  Looking at the ignorant Sberg, Fang Ming suddenly showed a hint of pity on his expressionless face.

   That's only a little bit though.

"Unfortunately, I am not the savior you imagined. I can be regarded as a supervisor at most. You begged me to find a way, why not just pray to the bread and hope that it will fall from the sky by itself. Anyway, you have already invented it, right? Is it? Your thinking, your technology, your method, you think that as long as someone knows how it comes from, as long as it is called bread, it will grow from the shelf in the future, right?"

"The projection room is right under your feet, you can come in and talk to it anytime. Then you do the stupidest thing, you lock the room completely, and I allow you to stand here just because people They thought you were dead."

  Sberg argued in a cold sweat.

   "That... is not what we asked for!"

  Fang Ming looked at him expressionlessly.

   "So what? Did you say no?"

  Sberger was speechless.

  He didn't even know there was such a thing, how could he refuse the noble gentlemen to close it secretly.

   To put it bluntly, he has never even seen the black card, let alone used it, and he can't even hear what the gentlemen are discussing.

  However, Fang Ming seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and continued to speak without showing any empathy.

"The black card is nothing. If you have read the past of Boulder City, you should know that it is just a room card. If you want to say that it has any magic, it is given to it by you, not me—a person who was given to it by you." Created AI."

"In the end, you didn't do anything. Until the end, you were still fantasizing about a great city lord, doing things for you that you didn't even know how to do. You think that as long as he attacks non-existent enemies for you, all problems will be solved. It can all be resolved and everything will be fine.”

"You should be thankful that I have kept my promise until the end, otherwise I will definitely use the cheapest way to erase you from this ruin, and let your problems disappear along with you dirty creatures. That's true mercy."

  Looking at Sberg who said nothing, the man called the city lord slowly continued.

   "To answer your previous question, a certain old man who died for many years did ask me to take care of you, and asked me to return you something he kept with me after you pass all the tests."

  Sberg: "...what's that?"

   "Something that will wipe you off this planet."

  Looking at the frightened Sberg, Fang Ming paused and continued.

   "Of course, it can also erase others. Destroying each other is one of the guarantees of peace."

"The old man has seen through you a long time ago. He knows that your cowardice and greed will harm himself and everyone else, so he begged me with others, hoping that I will watch for him until the end, until you pass all the time. The test or all die. And I have kept my promise... In the A ending you can see, all of you are dead, and then there is a downward spiral, and there is no other possibility of redemption."

   "Voting is about to begin."

   "This is probably the last game."

  He turned around and said to the distraught Sberg.

"Come with me."

   "I'll take you to see the final ending."

  …

   Downstairs of the Union Building, it was covered with snow, and winter was approaching the coldest time.

  Wearing a warm and expensive woolen overcoat, Malvin looked up at the building in front of him that hadn't been completely completed but was put into use with a face ashamed.

  There are many words in his heart that he wants to say, but he doesn't know how to speak.

  The inner city meeting has started again.

  As the president of Boulder City Bank and a distinguished black card holder, he is the last person who should not be absent, but he really doesn't have the courage to face the pair of questioning eyes and the scolding and scolding of those shareholders and friends.

   What's more, he doesn't think they can reach any consensus at the meeting. It's not just the chips that are gradually becoming invalid, but also the black cards in their hands.

  He admits that he is an incompetent governor.

  He tried all the methods he could think of, but they seemed to be scratching the surface, and still couldn't save the train that was speeding up and slipping into the abyss.

  Maybe…

  Her daughter was right.

   After all, it is really not something esoteric, even some smart children can understand it... As long as she replaces the doll in her hand with a wooden hair card of 1 silver coin, the little girl in the slums can have a new dress.

  But just like his answer to her at that celebration—

   "Is it too late...?"

  Looking at the snowflakes as big as goose feathers, Malvin murmured to himself.

actually…

   Not necessarily.

  As long as the alliance is willing to fulfill its promise immediately and let a batch of goods priced in silver coins enter that giant wall instead of dawdling hesitantly outside, everything will be fine!

   It would be great if the league would lend him a loan!

  Leaving aside those profiteers and poor ghosts for the time being, at least let his shareholders exchange their bargaining chips for silver coins, after all, that is a lot of money!

   There was a ray of hope rekindled in Malvin's eyes.

that person…

  The man who stood on the stage and spoke impassionedly, vowing to end the wasteland era, must understand his own difficulties!

  He is a real good man!

   Dearest, dearest idealist!

  Even the most despicable wastelander can get care from him, let alone a truly capable person like himself?

  Malvin's eyes lit up with a raging flame.

  Praise the manager!

   He never liked this guy so much from his heart!

  At this time, old Charlie came out from the main entrance of the building, looked at Malvin and said.

   "Come with me, our manager is waiting for you inside."

  His heart was beating violently, Malvin squeezed out a flattering smile from his face, nodded and said.

   "Thank you...thank you guys."

  Old Charlie gave him a sympathetic look, but in the end he didn't say "thank you too early" and led him into the building.

   Go through the stairs and hallways.

  Malvin finally saw the man who spoke at the ceremony again, and once again his heart felt as if it was crawling with thousands of ants.

  Chu Guang stopped the pen in his hand and looked at him standing in the room.

"You came?"

   Malvin nodded hastily, and said with a smile on his face.

"I'm here to apologize... We had a situation before, and the city hall had to stop some of the goods, so that there were a large number of default orders in the industrial area. We will urge those factories to pay the arrears to your company. I hope these small Minor circumstances will not affect the contract between us."

  Chu Guang said casually.

   "It's okay, I understand your difficulties, and we can do whatever is written in the contract. Non-governmental business exchanges and our cooperation are two different things."

  Seeing that Chu Guang was so easy to talk to, Malvin was relieved, and the smile on his face became even happier.

   "Thank you for your generosity and understanding! I... can I ask you one more thing?"

"What's up?"

"The previous agreement on freeing up the free exchange of chips and silver coins..." Malvin smiled shyly, clasped his palms together and said, "Because of some unavoidable reasons, I implore you to fulfill our contract in advance and give you more Trouble!"

"Why?"

"Why..." Looking at Chu Guang with playful eyes, a drop of cold sweat broke out on Malvin's forehead, and he continued with a forced smile, "We lent you so much money when you needed help the most, and now we have encountered a little Small difficulties, shouldn't you help us?"

   Seeing that Chu Guang's expression didn't change, he hurriedly continued.

"Of course! I admit that it is difficult to ask you to do this right away... We can discuss it, such as debt exchange! If you give us 500 million silver coins, how about we cancel your debt of 1 billion chips? After all, you will save a lot of principal and interest .”

  500 million silver coins are enough to buy more than 500,000 tons of grain, enough to feed the people of Boulder City for four years!

  Of course, he will not use all of it to buy food, he will use most of it to buy industrial products to improve the lives of the survivors of Boulder City. This time, he will seriously do something to reorganize the economy of Boulder City and restore the trade relationship between the two sides to normal again.

  Chu Guang lacked interest in his promise, and said indifferently.

   "A debt of one billion chips... But just a few days ago, we prepared the principal and interest for the year after you said, and the year after the next year."

  Malvin felt a thud in his heart, and sweat dripped from his forehead. He suddenly felt his legs go limp, and he knelt down on the ground with a thump.

   "I beg you... I beg you to raise your hand and let us go! Three billion chips! No, we will forgive all your debts! As long as you are willing to give me 500 million silver coins... no, 400 million is fine!"

  Chu Guang looked at Malvern silently, and suddenly sighed.

   "Get up."

   Malvin didn't move, and even put his head on the ground.

  Chu Guang was a little impatient.

   "I don't talk to kneeling people. If you continue like this, I will ask Lu Bei to throw you out."

  Malvin's shoulders trembled. He had no doubt that Chu Guang would do this, so he tremblingly got up from the ground.

  Chu Guang glanced at the ashes on his knees, then at his expensive coat, and finally looked into his eyes.

   "Until now, do you still think that the alliance made you what you are now?"

   Malvern was silent.

  Chu Guang knew that this guy wanted to nod his head. In his heart, he thought everything was his fault.

  Although he didn't want to humiliate his opponent, Chu Guang couldn't help but look at that humble face in the dust.

"Why would you rather kneel in front of me and beg for mercy, carry the coffin into my house and cry, than take your shareholders and have a good discussion with your residents. You put your hope in chips, and you put your hope in Heika, now come to beg me again."

"When the Bonechewing tribe came over, you closed the door, refused to send a single soldier, and clamored to throw our products out of your settlement, preventing us from earning a bargaining chip... At that time you have I never thought that today, we would fulfill you in this way."

   "How dare you say that you have reached out to help us? We haven't even settled this old score with you!"

  Remorse and pain together turned into bitter wine, blurring the pupils that gradually lost their light.

  Malvin opened his mouth like an old phonograph, murmuring begging in a distraught manner.

"I beg you, I beg you to raise your hand high, as long as you are willing to help us tide over the difficulties...we are willing to buy your things! From now on, you will be the master of Qingquan City, the master of the entire River Valley Province! Whatever you say is what you say! We will listen to everything Yours, what are you dissatisfied with, we will change it according to your request!"

  Although he knew in his heart that the matter had come to this point, it was absolutely impossible for Chu Guang to feed the half-breathed whale in Boulder City with the blood of the Alliance.

   But he couldn't help but humbly pray.

   At least better than nothing.

   This is the only thing he can do now...

  Chu Guang looked at him with pity.

   "I gave you a chance, but you didn't even survive this year. How could you convince me that 500 million silver coins can save your life. And what you are doing now makes me feel like I am playing the piano against the cow."

   "Unfortunately, you've always had the opportunity to put the brakes on the brakes and re-examine our relationship, our relationship with the Wasteland."

   "However, your stupidity and naivety make me feel that your bargaining chips are really worthless."

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(This chapter recycles all the previous foreshadowing, combined with Chapter 447 One Hundred Years of Solitude, it can be regarded as supplementing the perspective of "common survivor settlements", and their attitudes and views on the post-war reconstruction committee, the wasteland, and themselves. Boulder City is one of the survivor settlements supported by the Post-War Reconstruction Committee. Subsequent plots will also mention settlements that have nothing to do with the Post-War Reconstruction Committee. I will try my best to make the story and characters fuller. Do not worry.)

  (end of this chapter)