This Game Is Too Realistic

"Wasteland OL" official website.

The forum is as lively as ever.

This place has become the most well-informed information distribution center in the entire wasteland. Although it is not as large as the Endpoint Cloud in Ideal City, the territory that spans the two worlds is beyond the reach of the latter even in a warp-speed spacecraft.

No family: "Big news! A new 'Shadow Port' has been added to the Golden Gallen Port and the southern border of the Xilan Empire! The key landmark 'Abandoned Ship Home', the hotel, is the abandoned freighter stranded on the beach! Have a conversation with the bartender to Trigger the smuggling mission! Any unused Xilan coins can be used there!"

Flying Pig: "666!"

Come to radish noodles: "Boss! Are there any level requirements? (Sex)"

No family: "No! Just watch your waist! If you don't worry, you can bring two strength-based animals. Of course, one of our Burning Legion's cans is enough! (Baring teeth)"

No family: "Ah! By the way, people from the empire will go there at night. If you have friends who are interested in smuggling, try to go during the day! Or train a few NPC agents to go there for you!"

Shortly after the post was posted.

Professional life players who were active in the Golden Gallen Port area poured in one after another, and in just ten minutes, the post had hundreds of posts.

Lao Bai, who had been puzzled by Fang Changde's riddle for a long time, finally saw this station and couldn't help but complain back to the herd of cattle and horses.

"Damn, so that's what happened."

Fang Chang: "You finally discovered it? (squinting smile)"

Lao Bai: "But don't we need to control smuggling?"

Fang Chang: "Look at what kind of goods it is. The crops in Jingallang Port are mainly cash crops. These things cannot be used as food. At this stage, the goods coming in are the goods that the local people need, and they are also the goods that we need. We will lose a little Taxation can export the accumulated inflation to Xilan, which is acceptable to the new authorities of Golden Gallon Port."

In the market model of the classical era, the flow of inflation was the same as the flow of money, and the flow of goods was opposite.

The reason why the alliance is able to spread inflation evenly among its allies is largely because silver coins flow from the hands of managers into the pockets of others. The allies of the alliance are willing to pay this trivial price for some greater benefit.

This is not only true within the game, but also outside the game. The participants in the "Bank Exchange" are not only players, but also some cloud players who follow the trend. The exchange ratio between silver coins and other currencies also reflects a similar supply and demand relationship. Every auction can cause the price of silver coins to fluctuate significantly, and it can be clearly seen that this supply and demand relationship is reflected in the items at the auction.

The same goes for Jingallan Port. Not only the money is stored in the treasury of the Emperor of Xilan Empire, but also a large number of nobles and private banks are preparing to sell off the Xilan coins in their hands. And "shadow ports" like Jiaotou Bay provide them with a channel.

The people on the opposite side collect Xilan coins, which can provide them with goods that are piled high in the empire but urgently needed in Jingallang Port. And they can use these goods to exchange for "new money" linked to silver coins - gallons from workers, factories, shopkeepers, etc.

Emperor Xilan thought that imposing an embargo would collapse the Golden Gallon Port, but he may have forgotten that forces work reciprocally.

There are too many villages, settlements and even noble manors around Golden Gallen Port, which requires Golden Gallen Port to digest the mountains of goods with a single variety.

What Golden Gallen Port faces is nothing more than inflation of Xilan coins, then what they face is more serious deflation.

If they cannot sell the mountains of goods, they will have no choice but to dump them into the Yongliu River. In order to prevent this from happening, the local nobles will definitely try their best to open up the import and export channels at the border, whether it is to bribe the border. The military still uses its authority to exert pressure.

When the royal authority was already damaged by the defeat of the Gray Wolf Army and the embargo was declared, to a large extent, His Majesty did something that hurt the enemy a thousand times and cost him ten thousand.

Once new interest groups are formed in the local area, the two armies on the border may become warlords who "will not accept the orders of the foreign emperor."

If this game is really that real.

Fang Chang: "...that Jiaotou Bay should be a new one. In fact, there were people doing this business just after the ceasefire. According to my observation, the most popular Shuipiao ports are mainly in Yongliu Along the northwestern coast of the river, which is mainly the area actually controlled by the Black Panther Army, at night the Yongliu River is full of floating boats."

Fang Chang: "Some nobles in Jingallang Port sent their Xilan coins there to exchange for goods such as double-headed cows, sugar, sand, flax, spices, etc. However, the transportation capacity of the inland port is limited. If Jiaotou Bay can If it develops, it might allow us to dump Xilan coins faster."

Kuangfeng: "What happens when you run out of Xilan coins? (Curious)"

Fang Chang: "By then, the reconstruction of Jingallan Port will be almost completed, and the survivors of the Xilan Empire will be interested in things other than waste paper."

Ye Shi: "P, if I had known, I would have fooled around with you. (Funny)"

Lao Bai: "By the way, are you still in Dawn City now?"

Ye Shi: "I haven't stayed there for a long time. As soon as the archive of Binghai City was opened, Kuangfeng and I went there."

Kuangfeng: "To be precise, there is also the academy NPC named Jiang Xuezhou and Jiujiu. (Squinting smile)"

Fang Chang: "We are so far apart from each other. (Laughing and crying)"

Ye Shi: "Little problem, at least it's still on a planet. (Funny)"

Guangfeng: "+1."

There may be a vacuum in order, but one thing does not.

That's power.

Once a vacancy occurs, a new one will immediately fill it.

For better or for worse.

Even if there is only a moment's gap...

On the day after the first "Investment Attraction" Dinner of Golden Gallen Port came to an end, the door of Golden Gallen Port City Hall was crowded with people.

The man in the exoskeleton walked to the door, turned on the helmet's speaker, and shouted at the crowded crowd.

"Everyone, be quiet and don't crowd."

"Our rules here are that there is no order of priority for bidding. Admission qualifications, review standards, procedures, etc. have been posted on the bulletin board. After reading, go to the door to get your number and wait for your number to be called. Any interested individual or group can Participate! Anyone!"

At this time, someone from the foreign crowd quickly shouted.

"Sir! Can the pigeon people do it?"

"I told you, anyone!" [He was half-awakened] looked at the surging crowd and shouted, "Also, don't call us master! The Alliance doesn't have that kind of thing!"

The crowd crowded at the door of the city hall suddenly burst into enthusiastic applause and cheers. Some people looked unhappy, but they could only endure it for the sake of money.

Looking at the young man who was holding his hands and thanking him so much, he half-year-old smiled and waved, but then he suddenly came back to his senses.

etc.

Is this guy a pigeon?

In just one day, nearly 200 bid documents were received for 37 infrastructure construction projects, and more than half of them were from professional players in Silver Moon Bay and around Golden Gallon Port.

It took a full three days to complete the back-end procedures and capital verification.

During the past three days, Fang Chang found a dozen players from the Burning Corps and other players operating nearby who had worked in municipal departments or held administrative jobs in large companies, while guiding the municipal administration of Golden Gallen Port. The two hundred newly recruited civil servants from the department were familiar with the business while completing the review of the more than two hundred bidding documents.

After excluding more than 100 companies and individuals with unqualified qualifications or serious false reporting, a total of 22 infrastructure projects were finally identified with specific responsible companies or individuals.

The remaining fifteen projects are mostly asset-heavy projects, such as the reconstruction of main roads and the construction of port freight railways and civil railways. Without a certain level of strength, even if you covet the considerable follow-up benefits, you won't be able to take advantage of it.

Although the Golden Gallon Bank does not fully implement a 100% reserve system, it does not require a 10-gallon issuance.

It is necessary to truly prepare 1 silver coin, but the printed banknotes should not deviate too much from the silver coin reserves, otherwise it will cause systemic financial risks.

The method of printing large amounts of money and then delivering goods to contractors, and forcibly feeding the thin people into fat ones, does not work here.

The fragile local economic conditions do not provide the basis for "spending money in this life and the next life". The survivors who are already struggling can no longer suffer.

So, Fang Chang, the chief CEO of Baiyue Company, held a discussion group on the forum and called together all the shareholders of Baiyue Company to hold a shareholders' meeting. After explaining the project situation, they held a vote and finally decided Baiyue Company funded these 15 heavy asset projects.

This approach is actually the same as what Shuguang City did when it was engaged in infrastructure construction.

That is, the powerful Shelter Collective Holding Company will be able to gnaw off the most difficult and unavoidable bones. After the cake has grown, managers will take action and slowly distribute the cake to other local residents. Survivors, let the latter also eat their fill.

And those "cow horse groups" that have grown into behemoths follow the alliance's armies or caravans and go out from the alliance's territory to create new profit growth points in the wider wasteland - such as Ideal City, Luoyang. Xia Province, Boulder City before the change, and even the Free State and Falcon Kingdom, which were not on good terms with each other.

In fact, both French Fries Port and Golden Gallon Port are products under the guidance of this model, but the strategies implemented by players in the two places are quite different due to different specific circumstances. After all 37 infrastructure projects of Golden Gallen Port are completed, the port's economic output is even expected to surpass that of Silver Moon Bay and become a new trade hub on the Borneo Sea.

After all, Silver Moon Bay is only backed by a kingdom with a population of one million, but it is itself a settlement with a population of one million, and behind it is a feudal dynasty known as Thousands of Races and Thousands of Gods.

In this sense, the 37 infrastructure projects currently underway at Golden Gallen Port, as well as hundreds of private projects of various sizes, and the ongoing port and submarine pipeline construction projects at Chipchi Port, are important indicators of the ongoing efforts to transform the wasteland into a wasteland. The alliance of survivors is equally important.

The latter is a visible bond.

The former is invisible but really exists...

The sky in June is like a child's face. One second the port is covered with dark clouds, and the next second the scorching sun is hanging in the sky.

It was just early seven o'clock, and the entire port was already as hot as noon. Even the seagulls surrounding the mast screamed as if they were about to die from the heat.

Palu, who was on duty, yawned and prepared to walk to the duty booth.

It seemed to be around the same time last time, maybe a little earlier.

Standing here, he just yawned, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he wiped out the Governor-General and His Majesty the Emperor. Mandal, the sinister-looking man, directly turned into a police officer in the port area. The original police chief was better than What's more, Harry became the police chief of the entire settlement.

Sheriff.

It is undoubtedly a new word for Golden Gallen Port.

After all, it is well known that except for the real guards in the port area, there are not even patrols in other places. Unless there is a murder or the nobles' kittens and puppies are lost, no one will take care of them even if they are reported to the police.

Girls from rich families will not go into alleys at all, and the population of poor families is constantly changing. Count the number of people in each family this year and the number of people next year. How did the dead people die? Purely It's a thankless job.

They were like grass growing on the red soil, growing again and again after the spring breeze blew. Now finally a group of guys came who regarded them as human beings, which really gave them an advantage.

Palu felt that this was somewhat due to his yawning.

After all, if he hadn't been lazy, the city defense army might have discovered a group of vicious guys landing at the port earlier, and General Alaiyan of the Gray Wolf Army wouldn't have suffered a defeat outside the city.

It would be great if another yawn could drive away the alliance. After all, being kicked in the nose by a group of "snake, rat, insect, and crow" is a very annoying thing.

he just wants

Those usually arrogant gentlemen politely called him police officer or sir, but they did not want to become equal to those lower-class people who were born low.

For example, in the past, he could use the butt of his gun to teach the servants a lesson at will, but now if he took action and couldn't explain why, those "iron men" would greet his dear Sheriff Mandal, who was reprimanded. There will be ten thousand ways to make him unable to express his suffering.

It won't work if it's messed up.

Those iron men are very smart. They never look for them, only look for their leaders, and they directly pinch their vital heads.

It is precisely because of this that although he has no emotions about this position, he still has to show that he is enforcing the law impartially.

Fortunately, the port is as peaceful as ever today. The construction site is dusty and people are coming and going on the road. The busy people have no time to cause trouble.

Whether they are businessmen walking on the dock or workers carrying boxes between the warehouse area and the dock, they are all working hard to get two more "gallons" in their pockets. . Even the seagulls flying in the sky were busy snatching the chips from the hands of the iron men and the bears they raised.

If he hadn't recalled it carefully, he would have almost forgotten what happened here more than a month ago...

At this moment, there was a sound of jingling bells outside the duty booth, and a bicycle with a police license plate stopped at the door.

A young man in a police uniform quickly pushed open the door and stepped into the duty booth, stuffing a thick briefcase into the arms of the yawning Palu.

"Please send this to the branch north of Knight Road, the one next to the station. They are in a hurry to use it."

Seeing that it was almost time to get off work, Palu couldn't help but ask.

"Why should I go?"

This young man's name is Bashak, and he looks a bit like a Yorkie. He is a newly recruited guard.

Although his colleagues in the Security Bureau had a good opinion of him, as he was not only warm-hearted, but also agile and serious in his work, to be honest, Palu didn't like this rat guy very much.

One is naturally because of this guy's identity, and the second is that this guy is a little too enthusiastic about this new job and has no dignity as a guard at all.

Are you so anxious to get praise from those iron men?

"You happen to be about to get off the night shift, and your family lives there, so why don't you help me pick you up on the way?" The rat man smiled and clasped his hands together, "Please, please, I will bring you breakfast tomorrow!"

Although Palu rolled his eyes speechlessly, thinking that he could get off work early and have a free breakfast, he still reached out to take the sealed portfolio and stepped out of the door.

Looking at Palu walking towards the distance with his legs spread, he shouted.

"Don't you ride a bike?"

"I don't know how to ride that thing." Pasou snorted, feeling that this kid was showing off the benefits he got from the Iron Man, and his voice couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.

What an air.

That bike isn't yours!

But Basak didn't care and said with a hearty smile.

"This thing is very convenient. It is said that the guards of Dawn City also ride this thing, and they only have one more battery than us! If you are free some other time, I can teach you! If you have someone to teach you, you won't be afraid of falling."

"No need."

Palu turned his back to him, waved the file bag in his hand impatiently, and walked away from the street faster.

Everything is changing here.

Whether it was objects or people on the street, when he accidentally woke up, he would always feel like he was left behind by everyone.

In the past, Tulip Street was inhabited by aristocrats and ladies in long dresses, but now even pesky rats have moved in.

My name is Asin, that family over there.

Palu looked at the mansion that once belonged to the Wilante people not far away, with a trace of disgust and disgust in his eyes unconsciously, as if he were looking at a piece of cake that had been bitten by a mouse.

The wealth that the Weiland people earned through hard work and bravery was robbed by a rat who was engaged in thievery. I really don't know what good this so-called order is.

If he had a choice, he would definitely prefer to go back to the era of Governor Nihak. People at that time were much more polite than they are now...

Quickening his pace and leaving the fallen Tulip Street No. 1, Palu quickly passed through the knight's road that separated the rich area from the poor.

It is a ring road surrounding Tulip Street.

A bloody battle broke out here between the city defense forces loyal to the Governor and the Alliance, but now there are no traces of the battle.

The houses riddled with bullet holes and the streets turned upside down by shells were completely demolished.

Recently, the Alliance has been carrying out extensive construction work here. Not only have the roads that were destroyed by the bombs been demolished, but even the originally good roads have been torn up along with the roadbeds, leaving several nearby streets soaked in dust all day long.

The security substation near the station site that Baschak mentioned is nearby.

As he walked over there, Palu glanced at the pit surrounded by isolation tape and saw a few shirtless workers carrying thick and heavy pieces of wood as pillows on the ground.

He had seen that kind of wood in the port warehouse area. It seemed to be brought from the French Fries Port by a cargo ship rented by Baiyue Company.

This kind of thing had never been imported into Golden Gallen Port before, and he didn't know the purpose of these workers laying this thing, so he cleared his throat and shouted in a tone.

"What are you doing?"

The workers who were busy ignored him and could not hear his words amid the clanging sounds.

The workers who had just finished work and were resting nearby raised their heads and saw the police uniform on his body. They thought he was here for interrogation, so they started to explain.

"Sir, this is the alliance's construction site, and we have a construction permit."

The expression of respect and fear actually made Palu look a little comfortable. He nodded pretendingly and continued.

"Yeah! As long as you have permission..."

"You guys have to take care of the iron man's construction site. Don't cheat on women. If we catch you, you will reap the rewards!"

Although he didn't like the Alliance, he would never dare to come to the Alliance's construction site to find trouble.

Several men showed innocent expressions when they heard this.

"How dare we, officer?"

"Yes, the foreman is very strict!"

"And let's not talk about being lazy... We can't work even if we want to. Each shift can only work a maximum of ten hours a day. Not only will the performance and wages be counted on the next class, but they will also be punished!"

Palu was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he was punished for working too much.

But he didn't ask in detail, he just coughed and asked about another thing that was more curious.

"What are you repairing?"

"Railway!" one of the workers replied with a smile.

Palu was stunned for a moment.

"Railway? Why are you repairing that thing?"

Several workers looked at each other, not knowing how to answer, but one of them, a young man who looked smart, had an idea and shouted.

"Make the port more modern."

"Modernization?" Pallu muttered to himself, "I have never heard this word before."

"What a coincidence, we actually don't know, it's all the iron men who are talking about it! Anyway, we just know that this thing can transport things!"

As soon as the young man finished speaking with a smile, someone next to him added, "It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it, you can make money anyway!"

Pallu couldn't help but ask.

"Where are you taking the goods?"

A tanned worker replied.

"The ones buried under the ground are for pulling people, and the ones that go around the port are for pulling goods. Other construction teams are repairing them there. It is not the same project as ours. You have to ask them where to pull the goods."

"Pull someone?!" Palu's eyes widened.

His eyes were full of disbelief that just these few wooden sticks could pull people away.

Seeing his shocked look, the young man smiled and said.

"Yes! I heard that the car runs very fast on the track. In the future, people living in the suburbs can also come to work in the port area!"

Palu opened his mouth and couldn't help but continue to ask.

"Then...how much do you pay? How much do the iron men give you per month?"

Speaking of the wages, the dark-skinned worker from before grinned and said with a rather proud smile.

"2200 gallons!"

"2200 gallons?!"

Hearing this number, Palu was surprised again and secretly calculated it in his mind.

Isn't this...

Can I exchange it for fifty-five kilograms of corn? !

Recently, many citizens of Golden Gallon Port have learned the skills of cooking corn and cornmeal from the iron men. Imitating the diet of those iron men has become a new fashion among the citizens of this settlement. The price of corn has also increased from one or two per gallon at the beginning. , rose to 2 gallons.

Equivalent to 20 gallons per pound.

But if you buy whole grains such as black beans or chickpeas that are transported by water, you only need about 8 gallons per pound!

As for Xilan coins, they rarely appear in stalls frequented by citizens. It is said that only some big shots can use them in their transactions.

Palu couldn't figure out how many kilograms of beans 2,200 gallons could be exchanged for, but he only made 1,800 gallons in one month of work.

The income of these coolies is actually higher than him!

"Why are there so many!? I remember the recruitment... didn't it say 1,600 gallons?" Pasou couldn't help but asked jealously.

The workers said with a smile again.

"That's the basic salary! In addition to the basic salary, we also received a 600-gallon bonus last month!"

"The foreman told us that as long as we work fast and well and get those iron men to nod, we can even get a bonus as much as our salary!"

"I'm fine, do you want to rest for a while?"

"Let's go back together... I'll buy some steamed buns later."

"I'll buy some fried beans on the way."

"Where did you get the wine?!"

"Hehe, let me tell you quietly, those iron men never finish drinking..."

A group of people seemed to have had enough rest. They climbed up from the pit along the ladder and returned their work hats to the rack nearby.

Palu looked at them blankly, seeming to see something different from those sweaty young men, but he couldn't explain why.

There were many people who worked as coolies in the past, but he had never seen anyone smile after finishing their work.

No--

To be precise, he had never seen the slaves finish their work, let alone see them have a chance to think about what to eat after work.

perhaps……

The world has really changed.

Palu left with a worried look on his face and went to the nearby Port Guard Bureau branch. After being reminded by his colleagues, he found the branch director here.

He knocked on the office door and walked in. Fortunately, he saw the branch director sitting there who was about the same age as him, in his thirties.

Moreover, his lighter skin color makes him look like a citizen who rarely gets exposed to wind and rain, and his knowledgeable and sensible temperament is more like a decent cultured person.

Palu subconsciously adopted a humble attitude, slowed down the door, made a friendly smile and handed out the portfolio in his hand.

"Bashak asked me to bring it."

The director glanced at him and said in surprise.

"So fast?"

As he spoke, he quickly reached out and took the portfolio from Palu, tore open the seal and took out a thick pile of documents inside, holding it in his hand and looking through it roughly.

After a moment, he nodded approvingly.

"Yes, thank that guy for me later, and I will write to your branch.

Thanks for his cooperation. "

Although he was a little jealous in his heart, Palu forced a smile on his face and nodded.

"I will tell you."

Having said this, he paused again and couldn't help but ask more questions.

"By the way, Director, may I ask...what are these papers?" The Director picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and spoke concisely.

Household registration documents.

Palu was stunned for a moment.

"Registration?"

"Yes, at the request of those iron men. Recently, many Jimin people swam from the Yongliu River. According to them, famine occurred in several nearby villages. The governor's office asked us to establish an identity authentication system for local residents as soon as possible, at least First register their name, age, gender, approximate street where they live, etc... The people in your port area are all people of high status, but it is much more troublesome here. There are shacks everywhere, some working in the port. This guy hasn't been home for several days, thanks to your cooperation."

As he said that, the branch director sitting at his desk pinched his eyebrows with a headache. It could be seen that he had been worried about this matter a lot during this time.

After hearing this, Palu was stunned for a moment.

He did hear some rumors that the Governor's Office planned to issue something called an identity card to the residents of Golden Gallen Port.

At that time, he was still glad in his heart that these iron men finally planned to do some real good things, such as completely distinguishing the rat tribe from the crowd for them, but he did not expect that these were the only things registered.

"Just...register these?" Palu couldn't help but ask, looking at the branch director expectantly, hoping to hear from him something like "I almost forgot" or "I remembered". if.

However, to his disappointment, the man just looked at him blankly.

"That's it, is there anything else?"

"nothing……"

Palu suddenly felt a little lost. With a pair of confused eyes, he turned and left the office.

He was actually looking forward to having a horse drawn on the certificate.

Although the horse race is not a particularly noble race, it is still much better than those snakes, rats, insects and birds...

After leaving the police station, Palu dragged his tired body towards home. The rising sun burned his neck and back.

Muttering a curse on the rat that stole his time to go home, he unconsciously quickened his pace so that he could go back before the street got hotter.

However, just as he stepped through the door of his home, the eight o'clock bell came from the direction of the port, startling a group of seagulls lying on the eaves.

Palu's old face blushed involuntarily.

Only then did he realize that he arrived home much earlier than usual today.

Just after eight o'clock, when the sun gilded the Golden Gallen Harbor with a layer of golden color, the sky on the west coast of Borneo was still hazy and shimmering.

A majestic giant cargo ship is slowly approaching the newly built concrete dock. Connected to the dock is a shack that grows densely like moss on the loess.

A man in a crisp military uniform was standing on the deck, looking at the port bathed in the morning light with a smile.

"Sisail Harbor, Sisail City, and even the fertile and fertile Nasset State adjacent to it... Everything here is our spoils, and also the spoils of your father, Mr. Benoit, pick a good one. Let’s take a picture of it from an angle, remember to let the morning light just fall on the stern of our boat, I like the sparkling feeling.”

Penny, who was standing behind him, sighed helplessly, took a few photos of the port and the stern of the ship, then shook her hair on her shoulders and said.

"Then we'll probably have to stay on the deck for another hour...and, Dear Governor Huye, you don't need to teach me how to take pictures. I know how to make your ship look big and beautiful. Or I can give you the camera, How about you take the photo for me?"

The man was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed heartily a few times, but did not reach out to take the camera.

"As expected of Mr. Bennot's daughter!"

"Then leave it to you

Got it! "