Chapter 544 The collapse of the building

  The studio of the Voice of Boulder newspaper.

  House looked tremblingly at the thugs who stepped into the newspaper office, then glanced at Joey who was standing with the thugs, and said tremblingly.

   "Mr. Centurion...you, what are you doing?"

  K-10 "Iron Wall" heavy-duty exoskeleton, the proud work of Jushi Military Industry, is usually equipped by front-line combat officers such as heavy infantry who serve as forwards or commanders of tens and centurions. It is said that one punch can kill a two-headed cow.

   Of course, the guys who wear these guys use guns most of the time, very little melee combat.

   Knowing this, House was almost scared to pee.

  Joy glanced at House with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

  He didn't like this guy very much, although he liked it for a while before. Ever since he got the newspaper, he discovered that there was hardly a word of truth in this man's mouth, and it was as nutritious as nutrient cream.

   “Come and bring victory and glory to my children, come and be their example.”

  Joy looked back at Lovett and Alisa, and everyone at the Workers Association.

   "I leave it to you."

  Lovitt nodded, walked up to House, looked at the pale clown and said.

   "Let us use the radio."

  He used borrowing, but House didn't dare to say no at all, and nodded like a chicken pecking rice, with a flattering smile on his pale face.

   "Please, please use it! Do you need me to help you adjust the equipment? Dear... Mr. Worker."

  Looking at the sawdust on the pants, it should be noble carpentry work.

   "No need," a worker came out, and pushed House, who wanted to get close to them, disgustedly, "Your equipment is made by me...Damn it, I feel uncomfortable hearing your drake voice!"

  Another worker laughed.

   "Haha, I agree! It's even worse than Lovett sawing wood!"

   "House! How about learning a duck call? It must be better than the things you usually say!"

  House's anxious face turned blue and white, and his distorted expression was about to cry.

  At this time, a cough came.

   "Cough! Everyone be quiet, we don't have to embarrass 'Ken', we only get back what belongs to us!"

  Draging House, who was almost scared to pee his pants, out from the workers, Lovett patted him on the shoulder, led him by the neck to the door of the newspaper, and said kindly.

   "Go home, don't go out at night, wait for the door of the giant wall to open and find a way to escape."

   "We won't beat you, but others can say it's bad."

   "Thanks...thank you!"

  House was moved by the exchange of tears, thanked you a thousand times, and ran out of the newspaper office, like a mouse that fell into a snowdrift, and ran away without a trace.

  Looking at the figure that disappeared into the night and smiling, Lovett closed the door, returned to the crowded studio, and took over the microphone adjusted by the workers.

  He cleared his throat and was about to speak when a crisp voice suddenly interrupted him from the side.

"Wait a moment."

  People looked at the little girl one after another.

  Although she is no longer afraid of being watched by countless pairs of eyes, Arisa continued in a serious voice.

"We have to prepare a broadcast script, or a speech script. Everyone will hear your voice, and we have to convey every message accurately, not only to the residents of the outer city, but also to the residents of the inner city... In short In other words, we need a specific program to tell them how we should win and what will change after we win."

  Her eyes shone with wisdom and courage different from those of her peers, and this experience seemed to make her grow up several years at once.

  Lovitt felt that she had the shadow of the President of Malvern in her body, but it was completely different.

   But what does it matter?

  Bohr and Master Stephen are actually only one thought away.

  She is the daughter of Malvern. It is so normal to look like her father. If she doesn't look like her at all, it will be scary.

   "She's right."

  Lovitt put down the microphone and looked at everyone in the trade union, "We need to draft a program to tell our partners that this is an uprising, not a riot."

  A worker nodded.

   "That's right, and tell those mercenaries to be honest! Don't think they are the only ones with guns!"

  Looking at the chattering discussions among everyone, Alyssa had a happy smile on her flushed face.

  Finally someone is willing to listen to her.

   And there are so many people.

   In fact, she is not helpless.

  She believes that in the future, she will be able to think of a better and more mature solution than crying.

   "We don't intend to destroy everything, but we want a new beginning!" Lovett looked at the workers and said shyly, "How about this opening sentence?"

   An electrician gives the thumbs up.

"marvelous!"

   Encouraged by his fellow workers, Lovett began to improvise, telling stories just like Sberger who read a newspaper.

  “…The physical Stephen can be destroyed, but the invisible Stephen cannot be destroyed. We are their ghosts, and they are our ghosts.”

  Joy coughed.

   "Stop, this sentence can be changed. Except for those of you who work in the union, many people don't know the story of the awakened Boer, and they may feel confused."

   "Besides, it's too cumbersome. These words can be said when we win." Alisa also nodded, "At this moment, we should use the simplest language to tell everyone what to do next."

  Like a league manager!

   Lovett scratches the back of his head.

"makes sense."

  Most of the workers actually heard the story of the awakened Boll through word of mouth. After all, Sberg was captured by the masters not long after the snow fell.

  Many people have heard different versions.

  If Sberg is still alive, when he is rescued, he must finish writing the story.

  Everyone was thinking hard together.

  Some people propose to improve the treatment of labor, some propose to lower the price of bread, and some ask to increase taxes on the rich... But these various ideas seem to be itching through the boots.

  Alyssa suddenly thought of the "fundamental law" of the alliance and the declaration made by the administrator at the celebration, so she had an idea and said.

   "Charter!"

  Joy frowned slightly.

   "Are you talking about the law? Boulder City has a law."

"But nobles don't have to abide by it, don't they?" Alisa looked at him intently, "As long as you have a black card, you won't be punished for violating it, and they didn't take Sberg away because he violated any laws, right? ?”

  Joy nodded.

   "The guards under the militia took him away."

   "It has to be different from now on, otherwise no matter what we do, it will be meaningless and everything will go back to the beginning!"

Alisa looked at them with piercing eyes, and clenched her slender fists, "The inner city must release Sberg, and from today we must discuss a 'fundamental law' that everyone abides by! We must Give it the power of the card!"

  Joy stared blankly at the little girl in front of him.

He suddenly felt that his risk of betting his future and fate was not meaningless. Perhaps this settlement would really be different after tomorrow, and his children, grandsons, and great-grandchildren would regard him as a true pride and pride in the future. example.

  Big Horned Deer God is above.

   Though Boulder never had a king...

   But if she is willing to be crowned, he is willing to serve the queen.

   Lovett also looked at her blankly, muttering in his mouth.

   "Bol...It turned out to be Bol...Is she also Bol?"

   He remembered Sperger had written.

  Bohr broke off his own black card...

  …

   There is no eternal emperor, and there is no eternal city-state.

   However, two centuries of wandering will not be in vain.

  People were fed up with the barbaric life of ruthlessness and blood, so they mustered up the courage to borrow the fire from the sky to disperse the dark age.

   And when people finally learned to light the pyre by their own strength, the priest who watched over the fire quietly withdrew from the stage of history.

   This is not a pity for those who keep watch on the tinder.

  If he does not take the initiative to move towards a new era.

  His people will one day be swallowed up by darkness.

  The old man who designed this settlement may not have thought of what happened today—the future that even computers have never imagined.

  He led the people to build the giant wall, designed Fang Ming, entrusted the descendants to its care, and designed the final death for it.

   This is actually a gift.

   Only life and death can be called real life. The only thing that remains unchanged from ancient times is cold and hard stone.

   It becomes human at the last moment.

  And the "children" it guarded also ushered in a new dawn after a long period of sinking.

  Faced with inescapable danger, people gathered together again.

  They worked together to ignite the fire, just like the ancestors more than two hundred years ago, overcame the difficulties and faced the disaster of the day.

  People leaning shoulder to shoulder, regardless of high or low, old or young, sitting in front of the fire to keep warm. There is no difference between the poor and the rich here, because everything is not important now.

  From tomorrow, everyone will be the same.

  People throw chips into the fire.

  Looking at the alternating yellow and green fire arcs dancing on the fire, the children had long-lost smiles on their faces.

   Someone sang songs, someone played the six-stringed harp, and someone compiled their stories into a poem and taught the children to sing.

  Suddenly the winter is not so cold.

  The workers took out the food in the warehouse and distributed it to everyone. Anyway, their boss had already run away from the settlement.

   Of course, they didn't take it for nothing.

   They left little slips of paper in there, checks from their bosses—and now it's time to cash them.

  The Workers Association occupied the broadcast of the Voice of Boulder City, and a representative named Lovett announced the program of the uprising on the broadcast.

   That was for the nobles in the inner city.

   It is also for my own people.

  The never-ending reincarnation ends here, and after the endless night is a new beginning.

   The sun does not rise just because people are getting up.

   But the sun will rise.

  This is also the eternal destiny and truth...

  …

  The next morning.

  The heavy snow finally stopped, and the sun came out from the thick cloud cover, coating the snow-capped streets of Boulder City with a layer of golden yellow.

  After announcing the uprising program, the Workers Association called on the residents to unite through the Boulder City Voice broadcast, and cooperated with the militia to uniformly distribute the inventory in the city.

  After discussion, the Workers Association and the Militia decided to join the city hall to establish a "Crisis Response Office" and transition to the new Boulder City authority.

   The most urgent task is to solve the immediate problem.

  In order to fill everyone’s stomachs, some workers returned to their posts under the mobilization of the workers’ association.

  The nutrient paste production plant reopened, and the welfare home of the workers' union—the Boulder City Prison was also opened to the public.

   However, there is still a huge shortage of supplies.

   Even though Malvern intercepted a batch of goods that should have been sent to the Alliance to deliver the order some time ago, the remaining food and daily necessities are still in short supply.

   There are also big differences between the workers' association and the militia group on whether to forcibly confiscate supplies from some residents who have hoarded a large amount of food.

  Some people think that heavy codes should be used in troubled times, some people think that this is the robbery of Chiguoguo, and some people propose to give some compensation to those who have been confiscated... But now all fools know that the chips are worthless.

   Nobody acknowledges that thing anymore.

   Giving chips is equal to grabbing!

  The workers' association can mobilize employees, and the militia group can mobilize soldiers who stand on the side of the residents of the outer city, but these people are not the only ones in Boulder City.

  Who will mobilize the citizens and mercenaries?

   Seeing that there was no way to take advantage of the fire, some mercenaries clamored to leave the city, and some citizens also wanted to go out. I heard that begging in the alliance is more comfortable than here.

  If it is said that last night, all the residents of this city were honorably on the side of ideals, then today they have to face a severe reality—

   The gentlemen of the inner city left them with a huge mess.

   The Boulder City, which was handed over to the residents of Boulder City, has been bitten by countless moths and riddled with holes...

  An office in City Hall.

  Alyssa was carefully flipping through the ledger in her hand and checking it with the documents spread out on the table.

   As a member of the crisis office, and the youngest member, she is responsible for liquidating the assets that the outer city hall can use now.

  Although some people expressed doubts about her experience and position, the members of the Workers Association expressed their support.

  Most of the members of the Workers Association have simple values.

  Compared to those smart guys who are full of lies and cunning, they would rather trust a little girl who is not so skilled, but at least willing to tell them the truth.

   It’s okay to make a mistake.

  Just change it.

   Everyone is not an unreasonable barbarian.

   And Alisa did not live up to everyone's expectations.

  The first thing she did was to confiscate her home in the outer city, and then her brother's cronies and friends in the outer city also copied the property.

  The computer of the Boulder City Bank records every chip expenditure, and it is easy to find out the assets hidden by the nobles in the outer city.

   These are ill-gotten gains.

   It should belong to all the residents of Boulder City.

  Looking at the thick stack of books in her hand, Alisa's eyes were full of sadness.

   It wasn't until this moment that she realized what her father had carried for his family and this colony.

  The economy is just a means of distributing materials, and it cannot create something that does not exist out of thin air.

  As my father said before going out, he had tried everything he could think of, but he still couldn't stop the train rushing down the mountain.

  Thinking of the sad old father, Alisa couldn't help but whispered a few words to the spiritual pillar in her heart—the respected manager.

   "You did too hard..."

  The frowning Alisa sighed, and gently closed the ledger in her hand.

  The liquidated damages of private factories are already a mess.

   No matter how the alliance factories complain, all they can do is apologize.

   After all, the bargaining chip has been completely finished, and those orders that are denominated in chips continue to be done, which is tantamount to doing nothing for the alliance.

   Not to mention that the bosses who signed those orders have already run away. We can’t let the workers who are also creditors pay off the debts of those profiteers, right?

   Of course, they will also forgive those debts denominated in chips... After all, no amount of chips is meaningful.

   Boulder City must survive the cold winter with the few remaining supplies, and the foreign trade of Boulder City can only be suspended for a while.

   But the problem is that the raw materials of Boulder City are completely dependent on imports!

  Whether it is an industrial product or a raw material for food.

  They may not sell things to outsiders, but outsiders will not give them things for no reason.

   Alisa suddenly had a whim.

  Maybe…

   Should everyone be encouraged to grow some vegetables in pots?

  But where did the seeds come from?

  She heard that farming is not easy.

   Like the league next door.

  They cultivated seeds in the numerically controlled planting towers in the northern suburbs and in the planting areas of the shelters, together with the chemical fertilizers produced in the industrial area, in order to maintain the high yield of crops on the northern shore of Linghu Lake.

   And now the crops in the northern suburbs alone are no longer enough to fully meet the needs of the residents of the alliance.

Recently, they transformed part of the outside fields into breeding fields, managed by the Seed Research Section of the Biological Laboratory, and then exported the produced seeds and fertilizers from the industrial area to Luoxia Province in exchange for a large amount of foundation crops, which filled the stomachs of all the residents of the alliance.

   And there are countless details that she can't see.

   Just the issue of food contains knowledge that can’t be written in a book. Although she has gone to school, the teacher has never taught her these things in depth.

  Alyssa felt a dull pain between her brows.

  Ah ah ah...

too difficult!

  She didn't sleep all night yesterday. Even though she was in a state of excitement, she couldn't hold it anymore.

   Spreading her little hands and laying on the table, Alisa, who was asleep with her face pressed against the account book, couldn't help thinking wildly in her dizzy mind.

  Or…

   How about acting like a baby to the manager?

   This might be a good idea.

  Maybe for the sake of his cuteness, maybe he will give everyone in Boulder City some supplies?

  As long as everyone can survive the winter safely, she is willing to do anything. After all, her family owes too much to the residents of this settlement.

  People kindly forgave her, but unilateral giving was just charity. She also wanted to do something for everyone, and pay off the debts owed by her father, mother, brothers and sisters.

   It's the only thing she can do...

  Thinking about it, Alisa blushed suddenly, shook her head vigorously, and drove those unrealistic thoughts that popped up one after another out of her steaming mind.

  She can't be like her father...

   Asking for help is useless.

   "...he said I would be a wonderful person." whispering silently, Alyssa turned her face away from the ledger and regained her composure.

   It was that sentence that encouraged her.

  She stood up bravely at the critical moment that determined the fate of herself and everyone else.

  If she chooses to stand by and watch, and everyone watches silently like her, they will not go to the one-in-a-million possibility.

   "I've accomplished one thing...I can't let him down."

  The eyes were clear again, and Alisa's eyes shone with wisdom, thinking to herself.

   "...However, there should be hope for diplomatic negotiations with the alliance on the refugee matter."

  The alliance should not be willing to see hundreds of thousands of refugees destroy the order they managed to maintain. Helping Boulder City is also helping themselves.

  The temporary apartment building they built can currently house more than 40,000 people, and it is said that more than half of them have already lived there.

   Obviously they also underestimated the "rottenness" of Boulder City.

  That respected Mr. Manager, right now he is also having a headache about how to dismantle the bomb that is close at hand?

uh-huh.

   Discovering a breakthrough to solve the problem, a faint smile curled up at the corner of her mouth.

"Dear Mr. Manager, we will keep the door shut and persuade everyone to wait patiently for the end of winter and the spring tide. At the same time, we also implore the alliance to support us with some nutritional cream and winter fuel for our survival... We sincerely I sincerely ask you to reach out and help us."

   "Such negotiations should be feasible."

  If it’s really not possible, it can be in the name of a loan.

  The new authorities of Boulder City borrowed a special loan from Union Bank to purchase emergency relief supplies such as nutrition cream.

  I heard that the food is not delicious and not nutritious, but she is willing to eat with everyone until everyone's life is on the right track again.

   As for the future…

  Alyssa's eyes were a little confused.

  The best result for Boulder City is naturally to join the alliance, or at least become a collaborator of the alliance like the countries in the sunset province.

  But she can't make a decision on this matter alone, and needs to discuss it with everyone in this settlement.

   And it's useless for them to think about it.

  The population of Boulder City is larger than the combined four cities of the alliance. If you want to join others, you have to consider whether others are willing to take over.

  This is a super invincible huge mess...

   At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Lovett walked in from the outside.

   Alisa stood up immediately with her hands on the table.

   "Mr. Lovett, you came just in time. I hope you can negotiate with the Alliance on behalf of Boulder City!"

   Lovett froze for a moment, then frowned.

   "Don't worry about it for now... Something big happened in the inner city."

   Alisa froze for a moment.

   "...inner city?"

Because there are still a lot of troubles in the outer city that have not been resolved, the new authorities of Boulder City did not force the residents in the inner city to surrender, nor did they urge them to come out immediately, but unilaterally announced to them the uprising program and the establishment of the new authority. matters.

The giant wall has been controlled by the rebel soldiers, and the control of the militia has basically been in the hands of Joey and other grassroots officers. If it was said that the inner city kept the outer city out, then now it is The outer city surrounded the entire inner city.

  After the troubles in the outer city have been settled, the same is true for dealing with the problems of the residents in the inner city.

  Alyssa didn't understand why Lovett mentioned the inner city at this moment, but when she finished listening to his narration, her entire face turned pale.

   "What... the megalithic building is about to collapse?!"

  Lovitt nodded with a complicated expression.

   "I don't think Stephen...I mean the inner city residents are not lying."

   "They have hoarded supplies enough for them in the inner city for several months. If it wasn't for something terrible, their attitude last night probably meant that they planned to guard the wall until we all died of old age."

   Alisa bit her lip.

  Her mother and siblings are still inside...

   "What did they... ask for?"

   Lovett was silent for a while and said.

"It doesn't matter what they ask for. The question now is how we treat them after they come out. Of course, the members of the Workers' Association said that as long as Sberg is still alive, they can spare their lives. But we all feel that, Sberg probably won't survive, after all, with the amount of bleeding, I would believe even if you said that a pig was killed there..."

  The office fell silent.

   Just when the atmosphere was extremely stiff, a light cough suddenly came into the door along with the sound of footsteps.

   "Cough... my old friend, are you so eager for me to die?"

  Hearing the familiar voice, Lovett turned his head in surprise and saw Sberg standing at the door with a smile on his face, with his arms resting on the door frame.

   "Big Horned Deer God is above..."

  Lovitt stepped forward quickly, patted this guy's rough old face, almost bursting into tears, "You're still alive! How did you do it?"

"That's not my blood..." Slapping Lovett's hand away, Sberg said with a smile, "You may not believe it, but thanks to the respected Lord, I watched a long, long movie .”

   "The city lord? What does it have to do with the city lord..." Lovett suddenly remembered something, grabbed his collar, and said impatiently, "Don't worry about the electricity, what's the story behind?!"

  Sberger looked at him sheepishly.

   "Actually, you have already finished writing for me, and the writing is much better than mine..."

   Lovett stares at him.

   "Don't want to give up! We want to see your writing!"

   "Okay, okay...I'll finish it in one go when I'm free, but I may have to go to the northern suburbs first for the purpose of collecting materials."

  Holding a bearded man who was about to go crazy, Sberg coughed, and then looked at a teary-eyed little girl in the room.

   "We met for the first time...Are you Alisa? My name is Sberg, a worker in the cannery who works in vain. It is estimated that a young lady like you will never know a poor ghost like me in a lifetime."

   "Don't say such bullying words, she is with us now."

  A big hand was placed on his shoulder, Joey walked in through the door, looked at Alisa and continued.

"They let Sberg out, and everyone in the Workers' Association decided to pardon the residents of the inner city because he was intact. They can stay and join us, after all, this is their home. Of course, they also You can go out, but the rules are still the same as ours, 20 kilograms of luggage per person—"

  Sberg immediately added a sentence.

   "Wait, you have to add one, worth less than ten thousand silver coins—"

"Thanks!!"

   Enduring the tears that burst out of her eyes, Alisa lowered her head vigorously and bowed deeply, but the tears hidden by her bangs still couldn't help but fell to the floor.

   Of course, those were not sad tears...

  She couldn't describe the surging emotions in her heart at the moment.

  They joined hands and came to an almost impossible ending.

   But right now they are standing here.

   All together...

  At this time, a small hand suddenly tugged on her sleeve lightly, and a crisp voice came from the side.

   "Sister, stop crying...everyone is saved."

  Alyssa opened her eyes wide, raised her head slightly, and saw a little girl who was only six or seven years old, looking at her worriedly.

"Who are you…"

   "My child, Anna."

   Walking to Alisa's side, Joey hugged Anna, pamperingly scratching the bridge of the little guy's nose with his index finger.

"She came back this morning, together with her brother, sister, and mother, and followed the people who escaped from the inner city... I told them everything, and the little guy was clamoring to see that sister Alisa .”

   Alisa stared blankly at the father and daughter, and subconsciously sniffed, not wanting to leave a crying impression on her little fans.

   But Anna didn't care too much.

  Maybe because she is also a crybaby, looking at Alisa who suddenly stopped crying, she immediately gave a thumbs up with sparkling eyes.

   "Sister is awesome!"

   Alisa blushed and said.

   "I... I actually didn't do anything, your father is better."

   "Hahaha, of course!"

  Joy smiled heartily, the corners of his unshaven mouth curled up unconsciously, and he didn't hide the pride on his face at all.

   "My baby girl can say—"

   "I'm proud of her."

  …

  The gloomy and cold boulder building is empty at the moment.

   Rhine, who was injured a little bit, worked hard, and finally sneaked in here at dawn, taking advantage of the opening of the inner city gate.

  He hid in the inner city for a while, making sure no one followed, and then touched the huge stone building in the center.

  When everyone was going out, he was the only one who ran to the inner city.

  The residents of the inner city were all crazy, crowded at the exit, and fled like pigs out of the cage.

   But this fell into his hands.

  He doesn't care about the struggle between the poor and the powerful. Buguera doesn't have so many nonsense things. Every employee under the Huoshi Group is extremely happy, and everything takes the company's interests first.

  As a member of the Flint Group, he came to pick up something...

  It is also a weapon that can allow the Free State to obtain real freedom.

  Pushing open the door of the conference hall, he stepped across the doorway full of documents, and hurriedly looked around the messy hall with a flashlight and pistol.

   This is where noble gentlemen usually hold meetings.

   "Damn... why don't you even turn on the lights." Rhine muttered.

  Although the sky outside has been lit by the dawn sun, but the outside of the giant stone building is surrounded by circles of high-rise buildings, so not much light can find it here.

  The light of the morning sun pulls the shadows of the curtains, making the old elders grow...

   "Hehe...hehe..."

  The creepy laughter suddenly came, startling Rhine, and quickly pointed the light and gun at the corner of the meeting room.

  There is a person sitting there.

  Wearing a luxurious formal attire.

   It looks like he should be an aristocrat from the inner city.

  Rhein was overjoyed, cleared his throat and shouted.

   "Hey, friend, make a deal! As long as you find me something, I'll take you out of this damned place!"

   "Deal? Get out? Hehe...heh...hahahahaha!"

   Sid, who was smiling slightly, suddenly burst out laughing maniacally.

  The sudden violent movement and laughter startled Rhine again, thinking that this guy was trying to play some trick, the gun in his hand almost went off fire.

   "Shut up! Are you crazy!?"

  Rhein roared angrily, and walked over to him, ready to give this crazy guy a little color.

  Sid ignored him, just staring at the trader in his hand, or at the line stuck to the edge of the screen that was motionless.

   "It's down, I actually took it down... Hey... It's down..."

   "Falled?" Rhine frowned and looked at him, "What fell?"

   Sid still didn't answer.

  It seems that he is the only one left in his world, his heartbeat is like the line welded to the floor, completely lost its ups and downs...

  S coin avalanche.

  One S coin is less than 0.00001 chips.

  He didn't know why he fell so badly.

  Like he doesn't know why that thing goes up.

  It turns out that S coins can fall below the issue price...

   Sid only knows now.

   But no one ever told him.

   "It's all over."

   Sid, whose face was ashen, muttered to himself, like a living walking corpse, and looked up at the ceiling in a wooden way.

  He seemed to see his ancestors waving to him.

   "Father...Grandpa...I'm sorry."

"I lost."

  "I can't beat them...they're going to fight me, they're really not a thing, and I'm not a thing either."

  Tears slid down the creases at the corners of his eyes, past his earlobes, rolled to the ground, and fell on the black card covered in dust.

  He suddenly sat upright like an electric shock, covered his face with his hands, and shook his shoulders like a child who has done something wrong.

"woo woo woo woo…"

"I…"

   "I will apologize to you in person!"

  In the end, he still didn't have the courage to face the people outside...

  The floor suddenly began to tremble.

  Rhein's face changed suddenly.

  He didn't know what happened, but he knew that the building under his feet was probably as mad as the old thing in front of him.

"day-"

   It was too late to escape.

  The falling rubble quickly submerged everything here. With the last glimpse of his peripheral vision, he caught a glimpse of the crazy old man standing up and embracing the fallen ceiling...

  The megalithic building collapsed suddenly.

  The splashed dust engulfed the entire inner city in an instant, and slammed into the wall of the inner city together with the tumbling rubble.

   Then scroll up...

  The building.

   After all, it still collapsed.

  …

  Far Wind Hotel.

  The luxury suite on the highest floor.

  The father and son stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the Boulder City which was close at hand.

  Standing here, the line of sight can just cross the huge wall, and you can see all the way to the inner city.

   Wei Jia specially reserved this room with the widest view, just to watch the last bustle of this settlement.

  The boss here, Reston, is a man who can do big business.

   Even though he used chips to pay, he didn't kick himself out just because the chips were worthless now.

   Staring intently at the dust billowing in the distance, Wei Jia poked all ten of her fingers on the window, muttering nonsense.

   "It's collapsed... It's actually collapsed..."

   It was beyond his expectation that the megalithic building would be blown up.

   Was it blown up by the mob?

still…

   Is it "by the end of its life"?

   "Ah... my dear Master Sid, you must be fine."

   A distorted smile gradually appeared on Wei Jia's face. In order not to let his son see it, he also poked his nose against the window.

  The little fat man Pilu who was standing aside muttered.

   "It's a pity...my chips haven't been released yet."

   "Take it as a lesson, kid," Wei Jia restrained her twisted smile, and put her hands on his shoulders, "If you want to be an excellent trader, you must first have a nose that is more sensitive than a hyena."

   Pilu tilted his round head.

   "A nose sharper than a hyena?"

"Risk," Wei Jia said with a smile, "you have to know whether it's a human or a ghost, and you also have to be careful about whether you're holding money or paper. You've done a good job with S coins, but it's not good enough. You just have to I have noticed the risks of S coins, but I have not noticed that the chips it anchors may also become garbage.”

   "Who would have thought of this... It took a century and a half." Pilu muttered.

   Wei Jia said with a slight smile.

   "So the people there are now paupers, and we get away with it."

  While talking, there was a knock on the door, and Aaron opened the door and walked in.

   Wei Jia immediately turned to look at him.

   "Where's Sid?"

  He has transferred all the properties that can be transferred, and now the only thing in this city that he can't let go of is his childhood partner.

   Aaron shook his head regretfully.

   "Not in the team that evacuated the inner city... He should be dead."

   Wei Jia had a look of disappointment on her face, and muttered in despair.

   "Dead... actually died."

   Aaron paused and continued.

   "But his wife and three children are still alive, including the eldest son who has already married."

  He thought the boss would be interested in this clue.

   Sure enough, when he said these words, the flame of longing was rekindled in those lost eyes.

  Leaving the French window, Wei Jia walked up to Aaron excitedly and held his shoulder.

   "Must fish them out! Everyone!"

   Released Aaron's shoulders, Wei Jia rubbed his hands excitedly, walked to a table beside him, and poured himself a glass of red wine collected by General McLennan.

   "...I promised, I will repay Master Sid's kindness well, now it's our turn to repay the kindness!"

  He did not forget the words he said to the master in Sid's house that day—

  ‘I will always be loyal to you...Master, I will definitely repay you. '

  Looking at the fiery eyes, Aaron nodded helplessly

"learn."

   What a vicious boss...

   But in this wasteland.

  How can there be so many good people?

  Watching the door close, Wei Jia suddenly thought of something, shook her index finger forward, put down the wine in her hand, and returned to the French window.

  The dust in the distance has dispersed.

   But there is another person who is staring there intently, as if missing something.

  They can't miss it.

   Any regrets must be resolved now.

   Putting her hands on her son's fat shoulders, Wei Jia said softly.

   "My child... Is there someone you can't let go of, I'll ask Uncle Aron to help you buy him out."

   "Kumit!"

  Pilu's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile.

   "I really like playing with him, but he is too domineering. He always grabs the toys and girls I like. He never does this to Kixiu."

   Wei Jia frowned.

   "This problem needs to be corrected."

   Pilu immediately lowered his head in fear.

"sorry…"

"Keep your head up, my child," Wei Jia patted him on the shoulder, and said softly, "It's not you who should apologize, Yuwang is human nature, what I want to tell you is... the willful problem must be corrected , you can't be as rude as those rude guys. You see, that rubbing ashes is their end."

   Pilu nodded seriously.

   "I will remember this lesson."

   Wei Jia had a satisfied smile on her face.

   As expected of his son.

   There is no problem in inheriting his mantle.

"I'm very happy, but you can't just take care of yourself. You have to help your good friend. After all, he has 'taken care' of you. In the future, we will all have to go to the cannibal wasteland to make a living. He can't Not as self-willed as before."

  The little mung beans squeezed into the fat shone brightly, Pilu nodded vigorously, and said in a deep voice.

   "I see! I will help Master Kumit get rid of his willful and rude bad habits, and let him remember that he can't always steal other people's things."

"That's great." Wei Jia gave a thumbs up, laughed and patted his son's shoulder, "I will send you to the Buguera Free State, and Master Kumit will go to school with you, remember to take care of him Hit him."

   "Don't worry, father!" Pilu nodded excitedly and said, "But why don't we go to Ideal City?"

"It's not suitable for us there, their ideals are poison to everyone but them, you will understand when you grow up," Wei Jia smiled, "and you don't want to become an idiot like Kisio Bar."

   "That Kixiu is really not very smart, and it is the most tiring to praise him," Pilu muttered, "By the way, there is another Kixiu... Father, don't we also help Malvern's family?"

   Piru doesn't care about Kisu, but he remembers that Kisu has a beautiful sister.

  She was almost the prettiest of all the women he had ever seen, and the old girls at the Queen of the Night bar couldn't compare to her at all.

   Ke Xiu never refused to bring her into their circle.

   Wei Jia's eyes suddenly showed a trace of fear, staring at his son's eyes, and said in a non-joking tone.

   "He has his own father, so we don't have to worry about it."

certainly.

   Weijia didn't tell his son that what he was afraid of was not Malvern who had collapsed, but his youngest daughter Alisa.

   To be precise, it was the person standing behind her.

   Until the end of this "war", Weijia Trading Company did not fully investigate all the cards played by the Alliance in the "Big Rock City Crisis".

  They finished everything neatly, got rid of the chips, got rid of the black cards, didn't kill anyone, and packed up the loot and went home smartly.

  Even he, the "chief soldier" who was squatting in the trench and was beaten dizzily, couldn't help admiring that they really played a good game of chess.

  His master Sid lost well.

  All the bright and dark lines point to the manager. He is not sure whether Malvern has secretly reached an exchange of benefits with the alliance, but he has to pay enough attention to a piece of inconspicuous information.

  According to the results of Aaron's investigation, during the alliance's triumphant celebration, Alyssa had a chance encounter with that manager.

  The ruler of the alliance seems to have had a lot to say, appreciating what a capable woman she would be.

   Then, the day after Malvern settled in the hotel of the company's subsidiary company and met Luca, the lord of Dawn City, he secretly went to the Union's bank to apply for a card.

Although these are just rumors, maybe it was the old fox of Malvern who let it out, but considering that "Xinweijia Trading Company" will have to do business in the River Valley Province in the future, this matter still needs to be carefully considered .

   He is risk averse.

  Especially unnecessary risk...

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(Fang Ming’s ending was actually written at the beginning. Its name is a metaphor. In fact, some smart readers discovered it a long time ago. It is a homonym of format. Go through life without regrets, and at the last moment Knowing love and hate, re-acquainted with its own designer, this is the best ending for it. The BE I can imagine is probably "the end of blood"? But there is no drama. In addition, If you want to see Alisa BE’s analogy with Tiantian, please be an individual, it shouldn’t be…)

  (end of this chapter)