This Game Is Too Realistic

The dusk sun gradually sank into the sea, and the sparkling golden color drifted away against the tide.

A young man wearing a sapphire blue shawl and a dress made of devil's silk walked straight out of the Kurdistan Region, and the most luxurious hotel in the port area caught his eye.

The name of the hotel is "Triumph".

It is said that the boss here is a local citizen of Golden Gallen Port.

After the alliance seized control of the settlement and confirmed the ownership of the property, it returned the hotel located on the edge of the harbor to its original owner and changed its business license.

In order to thank the alliance for its generosity and to celebrate the liberation of Golden Gallen Harbor, the owner immediately changed the name of the hotel from "Imperial" to "Triumph".

I heard that the guy actually wanted to change the name to "League" at first, but the city hall rejected it on the grounds that "misleading logos are not allowed."

Dalia didn't care about the origin of this hotel, but what interested him was the alliance's attitude towards the port.

Obviously, when the war reaches this point, the Alliance soldiers will probably not withdraw from here, or even if they withdraw, they will not withdraw completely.

After investing such a huge cost, even if they are not prepared to directly include this place as part of the alliance's territory, they will at least establish a puppet B government to indirectly control it.

Otherwise, there is no need for them to distribute food to the locals. Instead, they should directly rob the pockets of these survivors like the Wilantes did.

Or at least rob those fat and oily nobles.

Judging from the current performance, Dalia can almost conclude that the alliance is not just taking off the shackles of the slaves and ignoring them, but intends to seriously manage this land.

If this is true, then this settlement with a population of over one million will undoubtedly usher in a huge development opportunity, and it may become the second Silver Moon Bay!

As an armed trader with his own cargo ship and private guard, if he doesn't even have the most basic business sense, he might as well sell the ship and go home to farm.

However, it is impossible for him to only consider the benefits of one thing and ignore the objective risks. If the money earned cannot be taken away, it will be meaningless.

Doing business on the shore is different from that at sea. The latter is a one-and-done deal. At most, you need to check the weather and deal with alien species and not-so-strong pirates, while the former requires constant dealing with complicated local forces.

Especially a place like Golden Gallen Harbor.

This was once the largest population trading port on the Borneo Sea coast, and the local situation may be more complicated than he imagined.

He needs to figure out two things.

What kind of order does the alliance intend to establish on the ground.

as well as--

How far can they go?

He believed that he was not the only one who was curious about these two questions, but all the merchants who docked here were also full of curiosity.

It just so happened that the authorities of Golden Gallen Harbor prepared a banquet for these guests from afar at the Triumph Hotel.

I heard that important people from this settlement will be present at this banquet.

He could just take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to observe...

We walked on the red carpet in front of the hotel.

He showed the invitation in his hand to the waiter standing nearby, who bowed slightly and made an invitation gesture to the inner door.

"This way, sir."

I always felt that this waiter's temperament was a little unusual, so Dalia couldn't help but curiously mentioned it.

"Are you a noble?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then said with a gentle smile.

"Of course not, I am a servant of a noble...but those iron men returned my freedom, and now I am employed by this hotel."

"Iron Man..." Chewing the word repeatedly, Dalia then continued to ask curiously, "Do you know that they are actually members of the Alliance?"

The waiter nodded slightly and continued politely.

"I know, but I

I am used to using this title, and many people here are actually the same. "

Dalia stared at the waiter's eyes for a while, trying to find the brand of slave in his eyes, but unexpectedly found that she couldn't find it.

The waiter's eyes did not dodge, he just responded to his gaze in a normal manner, neither overly flattering nor respectful to the point of being ashamed of himself, just like one person looking at another person.

Dalia couldn't help but have a hint of surprise in her eyes.

On the way from the Kurdish area to here, every local he saw had their heads lowered, and even a casual eye contact would make them run away hastily.

Even though most of them were born freemen.

It can be seen that the master the waiter once served must be a great person, otherwise the servants at home would not have received a good education.

At least in Borneo, this kind of self-esteem is extremely rare...

"You give me a completely different feeling from others. It seems that your former master must have been a great guy."

Upon hearing this, the waiter smiled and said softly.

"I am very grateful to Governor Nihak for cultivating me. Whether it was for showing off or for other purposes, he made me learn to read and write. As for whether he is great, please allow me to reserve a negative opinion. This has nothing to do with me. Whether you want to thank him or not is two different things."

Dalia said with a smile, amused by this interesting statement.

"You shouldn't be a waiter here, you should go out on a boat and make more money."

The waiter nodded slightly.

"It's been less than a month since I got my freedom. I plan to start with the work I can do well. Maybe I will consider your suggestions in the future... By the way, we have been chatting for too long. Can you please let me take you to move? Walk to the banquet hall?"

He was not the only waiter at the door, but the banquet was about to begin.

Realizing that she had interrupted his work, Dalia smiled cheerfully and said.

"Please take me there... By the way, my name is Dalia, can you tell me your name?"

The waiter nodded slightly.

"Of course, my name is Zaid."

Zaid…

Dalia silently recorded the name in her mind.

It seems that this land is not completely hopeless.

Not all of the millions of faces have the same look of despair, there is still a faint sparkle of fire emitting a glow like a firefly.

Following Zaid's footsteps to the banquet hall, Dalia saw that the spacious hall was almost filled with guests dressed in gorgeous clothes.

All kinds of faces gathered in the luxuriously decorated banquet hall, and people gathered in small groups to chat with each other.

...

He noticed two familiar faces.

One of them is Bugala, the sausage maker in Silver Moon Bay. The sausages in the entire Camelback Kingdom are produced by the meat processing factory under his name!

And the other person is even more incredible, he is actually Ikabu, the president of the Silver Moon Bay Merchants Association! The textiles produced by the industry under his name accounted for 30% of the entire Camelback Kingdom's market and 23% of the textile industry's exports. Due to the huge tax revenue he contributed, he was received by the King of Camelback Kingdom and was given the title of honorary knight.

Dalia had a look of surprise on her face.

I didn't expect this guy to be here!

He only knows now!

What surprised him even more was the content of the conversation between the two.

While I was still hesitating, they seemed to be thinking about investing in building a factory here?

I heard that Baiyue Company plans to build a steel plant and a cement plant here.

"Oh? Who did you hear that from?"

"I just went around Cavalier Road, and there was a recruitment notice posted there. A worker was offered a monthly salary of 1,500 gallons."

"1500 gallons... isn't that 150 silver coins?!"

"It's very cheap, isn't it? No dog in Dawn City would even look at this salary, but it is already a high salary for the locals. If the import tax is not very high and the supply of materials at the port can be stable, this money will be enough to exchange for With more than one hundred kilograms of corn, they probably don’t even eat that much soil in a month.”

"Hiss... when you say that, I suddenly feel that the salary is too high."

"I'm afraid that the Alliance will implement their labor laws here."

"It's not impossible, but it will probably be based on the actual local situation. Dawn City will not use the current set of rules on the first day... and if we really have to pay them 7,200 gallons a month in accordance with the laws of the alliance, I bet they will Immediately exchange all your salary for food."

"Haha, that would be a disaster... But with a monthly salary of 150 silver coins, if they can spend one-third of their income on clothes, beds and curtains, I'm afraid it will be a considerable market.

"Are you planning to open a textile factory here?"

"Why not? This is where linen and dyes are originally produced. The imperial embargo may be a problem, but it should get better once the ceasefire agreement officially comes into effect." Although eavesdropping is bad behavior, Dalia still listened carefully I listened to every word in their conversation, and was tickled by the business opportunities in it.

He is engaged in grain import and export. It may be difficult to expand his business onshore. Cross-border business will definitely not defeat these big guys who have been deeply involved in their respective fields for more than ten years.

But at this moment, he thought of one person - the waiter he had just seen at the door of the hotel.

The fight between the primary and secondary industries will definitely be extremely fierce, but it seems that no one is paying attention to the tertiary industry, especially the service industry, for the time being.

He doesn't have much capital, but while there isn't much hot money in Golden Gallen Port right now, it's more than enough to invest in one or two hotels.

If there are really so many big guys who are optimistic about the future business prospects here, making money from those big guys seems to be a good idea.

Dalia's mind couldn't help but become active.

Maybe after the party is over, he can talk to that interesting young man...

The people chatting at the scene were not only the merchants of Silver Moon Bay, but also some local merchants and the nobles who lived on Tulip Street.

Perhaps because they were dragged out of their homes some time ago, although many small and medium-sized nobles are still trying to maintain their dignity with a smile, a considerable number of big nobles whose interests have been harmed have dissatisfaction written on their faces.

It's not entirely dissatisfaction with the alliance.

And to those "new aristocrats" who are "making trouble".

For example, the militia leader named Lacy was drunk before the party even started, like a baboon that couldn't find its own home.

What's even more hateful is that Sheriff Bihari, who turned out to be just a dog owned by Governor Nihak, now has a new owner, and his nose is almost up to the sky!

Not to mention the likes of Port District Sheriff Mandal, the way they waggle their tails is simply disgusting.

It really blinded their eyes!

Don’t even look at who has the truly noble bloodline!

At this moment, a burst of moderate clapping suddenly came from the center of the banquet hall.

"Everyone be quiet for a moment. Please allow me to take up a moment of your precious time before the banquet begins."

Hearing that voice, everyone turned their attention to the center of the banquet hall, and saw a man in a blue coat standing there with a smile.

Whether it was his handsome face, the intellectual elegance inadvertently revealed by his eyebrows, or the iconic coat he was wearing, they immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.

The residents of the shelter were all very good-looking, but except for the ladies and young ladies whose eyes were burning with fire, most of the guests' eyes were focused more on his coat.

Vault 404!

Looking at the young face and the all-too-familiar clothes, Dalia couldn't help but feel a glimmer of expectation in her eyes.

The main event is finally here!

Watching those pairs of people focusing on each other

With expectant eyes, Fang Chang finally felt a little bit of the fun of the manager.

People looked forward to it, paying attention to every word he said, reciting every word he said, and betting all their hopes and wealth on him.

This pleased him even more than the balance of his savings account.

He felt that he was holding a huge force in his hands.

Under the influence of this power, he can not only turn shit into gold, but also turn gold into shit, and even turn the dream he had last night into reality——

Of course, this is just an exaggerated metaphor.

Ever since he got the helmet, he hasn't had those weird dreams for a long time.

"Welcome to Golden Gallon Port. This is a banquet prepared for you. You are the host of this banquet. I don't intend to take up too much time."

Using a self-effacing phrase as his opening remarks, Fang Chang cleared his throat in front of everyone and continued politely.

"I only want to say two things."

"Our original intention of coming here has not changed at all. We want to establish an order in Golden Gallen Port that can be maintained for a long time, and it is a normal order. Otherwise, the blood shed for this will be meaningless. Of course, we will not go too far. Accusing local survivors of eating the same rice as us, we only make the most basic requirements on matters of principle. As for what kind of life they want to live in the future, this is a question that the locals should think about themselves."

"Secondly, an order that cannot fill the stomach is empty talk. While establishing a new order, we will focus on economic construction. After all, only by making the lives of local survivors comfortable and allowing them to regain hope for the future, hospitals and Only then will schools spring up from this land like bamboo shoots, and the order we establish will gain real meaning."

"To this end, the new authorities have approved a series of 37 infrastructure projects including road construction, bridge construction, drainage facilities repair, shantytown reconstruction, etc. The specific project plans have been announced on the bulletin board of the city hall. I am very grateful. Interested friends can go to the Government Affairs Hall for consultation. If you are not sure, you can come directly to the Governor's Office at the port and ask me."

"The total project budget is around 1 billion gallons, and it is expected to leverage a market worth tens of billions... After all, there are so many people in this settlement. Even if you can make each person earn 55 more gallons per day, then you can take it from their pockets." That’s enough to earn half of their annual income.”

Fang Chang noticed that when he said these words, even the local nobles and gentry who originally had dissatisfied expressions on their faces could not help but show moved expressions at this moment.

Although they are pedantic, it does not mean that they have not learned arithmetic.

Ten billion gallons!

In other words, it is one billion silver coins!

The Xingran Xilan Empire does not use silver coins as its main foreign exchange reserves, but judging from the attitudes of those Silver Moon Bay merchants, they widely agree that the exchange rate between dinars and silver coins is 3 to 5:1.

In other words, this market is worth at least three billion dinars! Even more amazing than their Majesty’s local savings!

After finishing this math problem with their fingers, almost every noble had an expression of disbelief on their face.

After all, even if all the livestock in the entire settlement were sold at an average price of 1,000 dinars, they would never fetch such an astonishing price.

No--

Rather, not even a fraction of the three billion is enough!

Fang Chang knew very well what these guys were surprised about. They were just doing childish calculations of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, trying to understand things they had never seen before with superficial knowledge. Of course, one million livestock cannot be sold for the sky-high price of billions of dinars, but that is because a group of Xinjiang pigs sold people as livestock.

In fact, anyone's needs can become the soil for another person's creativity to sprout. The two things of raising needs and solving needs almost run through the main line of human reproduction and civilization. Even in the most extreme circumstances, a bonded laborer whose needs are cut off to the point where he is left with only basic necessities, food, housing and transportation, can create far more value than a slave in the hands of a feudal master.

And if it is a person who has

A dignified and educated worker, he will even think of ways to improve the tools and methods of production, thinking about making himself more dignified... Even if this guy eats a lot, uses a lot, and even has as many requirements as his problems.

Of course, Fang Chang didn't intend to explain that much to them.

The aversion and resistance to progress are the talents flowing in the veins of feudal aristocrats and conservative forces, whether it is the progress of productivity or anything else. After all, the superiority of their needs largely comes from the suffering of another group of people. No matter how much he explains, it's all nonsense. They have ten thousand ways to trick it. For example, the sacred cow carrying the sun is the truth of all things. The sages of the Era of Prosperity all said so.

The respected manager would never explain anything to the slave owners who lost their slaves and the slaves who missed their masters.

When the sun rises, the cold night will naturally dissipate. If once is not enough, come a few more times. There will always be a glimmer of hope sprouting from the ashes.

After a pause, he continued.

In order to show support for the infrastructure projects of the new authorities, and also to support the infrastructure projects in Fries Port, Baiyue Company decided to set an example and invest a budget of at least 20 million silver coins to introduce a steel and cement production line from the alliance. Golden Gallen Port has invested in a steel plant with an annual output of 500,000 tons and a cement plant with an annual output of one million tons.

"We sincerely hope that the lives of the local survivors can get back on track as soon as possible. At the same time, we also hope that the Golden Gallon Port will play a more important role in the wastes in the future... and in a more positive sense!"

Looking at the guests who were listening with bated breath, Fang Chang showed a gentle smile on his face and continued in a relaxed tone.

"That's all, nothing more. I'm thirsty, and you're probably tired too...enjoy the party, friends from far away!"

"By the way, the fine wines at the banquet are all treasures kept by Governor Nihak for his majesty. Although he himself is still in prison praying for his majesty to rescue him. But to be honest, compared to those head-turning For those things that make you sleepy, I recommend the delicacies on the dining car. Xingran, those things are not delicacies, they are just common things in our hometown..."

As the words fell, a famous waiter appeared on both sides of the banquet hall pushing a dining cart and opened the silver round cover.

Roasted roast duck, braised pork with waxy red sauce, Mapo tofu sprinkled with Sichuan peppercorns and chopped green onion, as well as sizzling grilled shrimps, barbecued meat and charcoal grilled scallops and oysters, etc., in addition to In addition, there are a variety of fruits, steamed products, and pastries.

For players, these foods will definitely be familiar. You might be able to find them if you take off your helmet and go downstairs for a walk.

But for the survivors on the waste, especially the survivors on this uncivilized land, they were really shocked.

What’s surprising is not just the food itself. It can be seen that the ingredients used in these foods are common things, but the methods of processing the ingredients are unheard of.

A series of dizzying delicacies appeared in everyone's sight, and the tempting aroma lingered on the tip of everyone's nose.

Not just technology -

Even their little remaining pride as the land of spices was completely lost in the face of the bottomless food culture.

Director Mandal swallowed.

Compared with these things, what Prince Dilip eats is simply pig food!

The same thing happened to Lacy, who was drunk alone. When she saw the dazzling array of delicious food, she reached out and rubbed her red nose as if she were in heaven, and even sobered up a lot.

Compared to the merchants of Silver Moon Bay, the ones who were most shocked were obviously the local established nobles and wealthy gentry.

Although one meal is not enough to change their attitude towards the Alliance, after all, no one here is short of this meal, but the rows of food trucks that cannot be seen can't help but make them doubt the past decades. sense of superiority.

Are these just common things in Dawn City?

Can even ordinary people enjoy it?

There was confusion on every face, and they even doubted themselves.

So who are they?

Beggar?

There was a time when they could comfort themselves with the fact that although the alliance had strong soldiers and horses, but lacked supplies, they did not have groups of slaves to serve them, so they did not know what to enjoy.

But now they find that, let alone compared with the alliance's managers, their lives are not even as good as the most ordinary survivors in the alliance...

"What kind of bullshit are you talking about...ordinary people can afford it? If you have the means, don't buy cattle from Borneo Province! You bunch of gophers won't starve to death...Of course, you're not allowed to buy cattle from Luoxia Province either!"

A wealthy businessman from the Ox Tribe cursed in a low voice in a voice that only he could hear, while his green bean-like eyes kept glancing at the dining car, wanting to take a closer look at what that strange round thing was. Meat.

Except for those distinguished guests from Silver Moon Bay and the nouveau riche from Golden Gallon Port who had gathered around the dining car, almost no nobles moved their distinguished legs.

It's not that they weren't curious about what the fancy-looking food tasted like, but they were waiting for the servants to bring the plates.

It wasn't until they discovered that they had to get the food themselves, and until a few of them couldn't stand the soul-stirring aroma, that someone one after another deigned to step forward and reach out to take it from the long table covered with white tablecloth. dinner plate.

A count with a net worth of hundreds of millions of Xilan coins, with a doubtful mood, clumsily used a fork to pull a piece of braised pork that was as soft as soup into a spoon, and then slowly put it into his mouth.

The shock of the horse in his eyes at that moment was like looking up at His Majesty's palace, and like the survivors of Qingquan City seeing the majestic Pioneer for the first time.

Fat but not greasy, melts in your mouth, soft and sweet...

What is this...

What meat? !

The expression of despair appeared on his face, and also on the faces of many people with the same identity as him.

I always feel like losing...

Satisfactorily admiring the faces with different expressions and the people devouring their food, Fang Chang took a bottle of champagne from the tray handed by the waiter.

This is one of the treasures of the Witch Tuo: Xi Lan, produced in the distant Triumph City.

Those Valeant guys sure have a knack for making wine.

He raised his glass to the guests far away, but it was as if he was paying tribute to another distant friend, and touched lightly with the beam of light from the ceiling in the center of the banquet hall.

"cheers!"

The banquet officially started.