This game is too real.

Chapter 359 The Alliance Should Have Its Own Channel
"Of course it's filling out the form! I filled it out two or three months ago, and I've been waiting for a long time!" Looking at the shocked elder brother, Ye Jiu said triumphantly.

Hearing this sentence, Ye Wei's expression became a little weird.

Two or three months is also worthy of being called for a long time...

How many people on the forum have waited for almost a year and haven't waited.

Although this game is not qualified according to the appointment time.

"It just seems to be available today, don't thank me, I'll give it to you!"

"...It's okay to send me off."

Ye Wei held the helmet in his hands, with a face full of dumbfounding.

At this moment, a strange idea suddenly appeared in his heart.

If he had put on his sister's helmet...

"Have you registered an account yet?"

Ye Jiu shook his head and said.

"No, I don't play games, I'll let you play."

Ye Wei looked at this guy strangely.

real or fake?

To be reasonable, if you can fill out the form, you are also a mild Internet addict, at least you have played a game or two.

However, now is not the time to talk about it.

With a trace of apprehension, Ye Wei took a deep breath and put the helmet on his head.

There was darkness.

In the long silent silence, not a single ray of light could be seen.

Ye Wei reached out and moved the helmet, but soon realized that there was no point in doing so.

"..."

Ye Jiu on the side didn't know what his elder brother was thinking, so he asked excitedly.

"Is it connected?"

"……No."

Ye Wei took off his helmet silently.

He now finally knew why his roommates looked at him with weird eyes.

Say a thousand words and ten thousand things, what is invisible is invisible.

Except for the holder of the helmet, there is no reaction for others to wear it. There is neither the mysterious countdown timer nor the connection button in front of them.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that even if he was a beta tester, he would still be invisible with other people's helmets.

This thing seems to be bound to some unknown being.

"...Ah, you can't see it either," Ye Jiu said with a disappointed expression, "Mom too... She actually said that this thing is the inner pot of a rice cooker."

"Jiujiu," Ye Wei looked at his sister with a serious expression, "There is something that I have... kept from you."

Ye Jiu gave him a strange look, looked him up and down, and spoke slowly after a while.

"...Brother, are you really being taken care of by a rich woman?"

Ye Wei ignored her interruption, but turned and went back to his room, and walked out with a helmet after a while.

Ye Jiu's eyes widened in surprise when he saw the helmet in his brother's hand.

"Wait...you have a helmet too?!"

"Well," Ye Wei nodded slowly, "I was one of the first few beta testers."

Ye Jiu was surprised and speechless.

After a while, she whispered.

"...I see that everyone is discussing that game, and they want to surprise you, but I didn't expect you to already have it."

Ye Wei's expression was full of complexity.

Sighing, he said in the tone of a person who has been there.

"The scale of the game is too big. Even at your age, I can't control it occasionally. I didn't tell you all this time, because I was afraid that you would fill out the appointment form... I didn't expect that you not only filled it out, but also won."

That old-fashioned expression is really too awkward.

Ye Jiu glared at him angrily, and snatched his helmet back.

"Cut, it's still 'your brother and my age', don't put green onions in your nose!"

"If you can't play it, let's play it yourself!"

Fortunately, she still wanted to give the helmet to this guy.

It's really kind to be the liver and lungs of a donkey.

Big scale?
Can't hold it?

She wants to see how big the game is!

Seeing the old sister's reaction as expected, Ye Wei continued patiently.

"I haven't finished speaking yet, so don't get excited."

"Later, I thought about it carefully. You are not a child anymore. You should be the master of your own life and be responsible for your own decisions."

"And this game is different from other games. Its content not only contains entertainment elements, but also contains some other things... This may be an opportunity for you."

This game has changed the lives of many players.

He himself is a living example.

"Opportunity?" Ye Jiu tilted his head and said in a daze, "What are you talking about?"

Ye Wei did not explain this topic in detail, but pointed to the helmet in her hand.

"You'll know when you try it on."

With a suspicious expression on his face, Ye Jiu walked to the sofa and sat down at the gesture of his elder brother, then put the helmet on his head suspiciously.

The original countdown position has been replaced by a simple line of [whether to enter the game] option.

"See that option? Just click in."

Ye Wei reminded him, but Jiujiu didn't respond, it seemed that he had already entered the game.

Not surprisingly, she is waking up from the training cabin of No. 117 shelter at the moment.

And there is a high probability that there will be no accidents. She is getting carried away with excitement at the moment, feeling "this light, water, and air".

Watching the reactions of newcomers after entering the game is considered a repertoire of "Wasteland OL".

Ye Wei didn't follow into the game, but sat opposite her on the sofa.

Although he really wanted to take a picture of this guy's stunned look, his game character was at Dawn City at the moment, and was still a little away from Vault 117.

Not to mention, it's night in the game world, and it's not the time to hurry.

Looking at his sister sitting opposite, Ye Wei picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of water.

At this time, his expression suddenly became a little strange.

Speaking of...

According to the official website of the game, wearing a helmet is equivalent to sleeping, and it is still a deep sleep.

In other words, as long as there is no movement that will wake you up, you won't wake up from the dream, right?

If you think about it this way, playing games in the living room is really a dangerous thing.

He is not the kind of person who likes to be tricky, let alone do the childish thing of "wetting the floor on purpose to pretend that the other party pissed his pants".

But this guy may not necessarily.

Thinking of this, Ye Wei couldn't help but tremble, and silently made up his mind.

In the future, you must lock the door when playing games...

……

About half an hour later, Ye Wei reckoned that it was time for lunch, and was about to order a takeaway.

At this moment, excited shouts suddenly came from the opposite side of the sofa.

"Oh oh oh! It's amazing! Is that NPC in the hall played by a real person? Or a virtual character? That armor is so cool! Is it called an exoskeleton? How many levels can it be equipped with?"

Before Ye Wei could clarify the question, Ye Jiu continued to ask excitedly.

"By the way, brother, what's your ID name? I need to enter Master's ID to take on that mission of transmitting fire! He gave me a long list for me to pick, but I couldn't find your name!"

"Who would use his real name as an online name?" Ye Wei said with a smile, "You can search Ye Shi, I use this name in the game."

"Night Ten? What does this ID mean?"

Hearing this sentence, Ye Wei almost choked on his own saliva and coughed twice.

"It's nothing...everyone calls it that, so I'm used to it."

When he said this, his expression was stiff, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

As for the origin of this ID, it's a long story.

Of course it is impossible for him to tell his sister that he is in a herd called cattle and horses,

No matter which ID it is, it is not something that can be said openly.

But then again...

Who would tell real-life acquaintances what ID he used for online laning!
He is now only thankful that he didn't fully type his name on the registered account at the time.

Otherwise, I will die properly today!

Ye Jiu stared at his brother suspiciously for a while, always feeling that things were not that simple.

But she didn't ask much.

After all, the somatosensory impact brought to her by the "fully immersive virtual reality online game" was too strong.

Even though it took a long time to calm down her breathing, she still couldn't fully digest the shock in her heart while sitting on the sofa.

Even if she wasn't particularly fond of playing games, she couldn't help but immerse herself in that overhead world that was completely different from reality, completely turning into the shape of a helmet.

She can't wait to get back in the game.

Can't wait to experience the full game content!
Ye Jiu's eyes sparkled, and he pushed Ye Wei's helmet into his hand involuntarily.

"Brother! Hurry up and take me!"

Seeing the old girl who had already put on the helmet by herself, Ye Wei had a dumbfounded expression on her face.

good guy...

This addiction is bigger than myself.

……

Wasteland world.

Alliance office in Boulder City.

Luca is arranging manpower to transport several boxes containing bionic prosthetic bodies stacked in the office out of Boulder City.

Boulder City has strict controls on goods entering the city, but the inspections on leaving the city are not so strict.

Each person takes one piece of luggage, and it can be easily transported out with a few more round trips.

Recovering the high-tech equipment of the Boulder military industry from the black market is just one of the alliance's strategies against Boulder City.

As the lord of Dawn City, the focus of old Luca's work is mainly on the trade negotiations with the city hall.

Recently, the city hall released rumors that the new alliance intends to import goods worth 2 million chips from the industrial zone.

The factory owners and chamber of commerce bosses who were still making trouble before immediately stopped finding fault and started to wait and see.

As for those workers who lost their jobs due to the shutdown of the factory, although their lives did not improve immediately, they could not make trouble for the time being because they lost the support of the people behind the scenes.

Although I don't know how long this tacit understanding can last, it should last for a while.

……

On the coffee table in the lounge, there was a noisy sound from the radio.

Mr. House was expressly praising the greatness of the city lord, and by the way, he took a few words at the end to praise Mr. Dulong's wise decision.

"...If we distribute chips to everyone, the price of nutrition cream will skyrocket, and no one will benefit!"

"But it will be different if we lend the chips to our neighbors. [-] million chips will create tens of thousands of jobs! Save tens of thousands of families! We will get jobs and the opportunity to support ourselves!"

"What a beautiful thing!"

Sit in front of the radio.

Hal from the Lion Tribe in Luoxia Province was playing with this talking machine curiously.

"It's unbelievable... Is there a person living in this iron box?"

Shuyu, who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, looked away from the shopping list and looked at him curiously.

"I also find it incredible. You told me that in your father's court, there are hundreds of android maids...Why can you accept androids, but not something as simple as a radio?"

It is obvious that the technical content of the former is much higher than that of the latter.

However, Hal said with certainty.

"Isn't it the same? Bionics are still human anyway. Isn't it strange that people can talk?"

Shuyu was stunned.

The teacup in his hand stopped.

Although he felt that this sentence was a problem everywhere, he didn't know how to refute it for a while.

Seeing that Shuyu didn't speak, Hal, who couldn't keep his mouth shut, continued excitedly.

"You said if I bring a radio back, will my father pass the throne to me?"

"...I think it's better for you not to do this." Worried about making the table dirty, Shuyu put down the teacup and whispered persuasively.

Last night he had a phone call with the superintendent.

In addition to communicating about the purchase list, he also mentioned this guy's affairs by the way.

The manager's suggestion is the same as that of old Luca, no matter how likely this guy is to inherit the throne, it is not a bad thing to make more friends.

Anyway, hiring more clerks will not cost much budget.

Even if he didn't become the king in the end, it would be good for the new alliance if he could safely return to the tribe as a leisurely prince.

The area of ​​Luoxia Province is several times that of River Valley Province. The endless sand sea stretches for thousands of kilometers, spanning the entire central part of the Zhongzhou Continent, connecting with mountains and grasslands.

On the oases left over from the Renlian era, there are several feudal kingdoms, which are the transportation hubs for east-west trade.

The Lion Tribe is one of them with good strength and relatively less exclusive.

This information is also collected by the new alliance from past Hong merchants.

"Headache... What kind of thing is priceless, do I have to go to the ideal city in the east?"

Hal turned off the radio with a distressed expression, and looked at Shuyu who was sitting opposite.

"My friend, can you give me some advice?"

"How could I know, I have never met your father." Shuyu gave him a helpless look, and continued, "But what I want to say...instead of thinking about what is priceless, it is better to think about you Father's preference."

Hal said blankly.

"Like?"

Shuyu nodded.

"Yes, whether something is valuable is itself a subjective judgment. For example, he is a person who values ​​trade. If you bring back ten times the coils you brought with you when you go out, he will definitely look at you with admiration."

"If he is a person who values ​​military affairs, you only need to prove your bravery, such as beheading a few more Deathclaws, and bringing home a few warriors who were born and died together."

Hal had a thoughtful look on his face.

"I see...meaning to match what you like, right?"

Shuyu said casually: "You can understand it this way, it will be more convenient."

Hal said distressedly: "But my father doesn't like businessmen or soldiers. He just likes to get into the crowd of women, and he has a banquet every now and then."

Shuyu sighed.

"Then you can abduct a beautiful daughter-in-law back... to prove your charm."

This tribe is hopeless.

But think about it carefully, where in the world is not like this?
Procreation is actually a healthier hobby.

However, what Shuyu didn't expect was that he just said casually, and after thinking about it for a while, the prince named Hal showed a completely enlightened expression on his face.

"My friend...you are simply a genius! Your words made me suddenly enlightened, you will be my staff member! When I become king, you will be the minister of the Lion Tribe!"

Shuyu looked at him with a funny face.

"My allegiance belongs only to great managers, so don't joke about it."

Minister?

He is not rare.

Even the luxury and money in Boulder City can't corrupt him, let alone a tribe in a backwater.

Hal shut his mouth.

He also just said it casually, and he didn't really expect to let this young man follow him back to help him fight for the throne. In fact, he didn't even make up his mind whether to fight for that thing.

At this time, the door of the lounge opened, and Luca walked in from the outside.

"The manager sent a message just now, hoping that we will open a branch of "Voice of the Alliance" in Boulder City."

Shuyu looked up at Luka, and asked a little strangely.

"Isn't the broadcast signal in the northern suburbs able to cover here? Why set up a separate branch?"

Luka repeated the words of the manager.

"Because this branch mainly reports local news in Boulder City, the staff and reporters hired are also mainly local people. Of course, we will intersperse some of our own things in these news, and by the way correct the "Voice of Boulder City" for us. Biased reporting."

"It's just that these things are inconvenient for us to talk about, and we need to change their own tone."

"Not just broadcasting, we also need to be a paper media, writing our thoughts in newspapers and selling them."

There was a look of surprise on Shuyu's face, especially when he heard the second half of Luka's sentence, he couldn't help but speak.

"It's important to have our own voice, but using newspapers as a propaganda tool ... is anyone here really going to pay for it?"

The monthly income of most residents in Boulder City is less than 100 chips, which is equivalent to about three chips a day.

The money is just enough for their daily living expenses.

Even if they set the price of the newspaper at a minimum of one chip per copy, few people can squeeze out the money to buy it.

As for the mercenaries.

Although they are rich, their literacy rate is not even as good as that of factory workers.

After all, although the latter are poor, at least they live within the huge wall, and most of them have complete families. In order for their children to work in factories in the future, their parents will invest a little in education.

It's not that Boulder City doesn't have newspapers, but most of the citizens who are relatively well-off will buy them.

Here, the market size of the paper media is quite limited, and it is difficult for a foreign newspaper to enter.

If it's for publicity purposes, it's obviously not a good idea.

Facing Shuyu's confusion, Luka said in a firm tone.

"Someone will buy it. Our newspaper is prepared for ordinary residents of Boulder City. The manager said that we can adopt a subscription system. We only need to pay one chip per month to receive a whole month's newspaper."

Shuyu frowned.

"In this case, ordinary people can indeed afford it, but for us, the cost pressure may not be small..."

You only need to pay one chip per month, which is equivalent to the retail price of one kilogram of nutritional cream.

This is almost tantamount to giving away for nothing.

Luka nodded.

"There will definitely be pressure at the beginning, but once the subscriptions go up, things will get better."

Shuyu furrowed his brows tightly, but soon a dazed expression appeared on his face.

However, Hal who was sitting on the side was still confused and couldn't help asking curiously.

"Why is the cost pressure less when selling more? Shouldn't it be greater?"

"...Because we can advertise in newspapers, people who can afford to buy newspapers usually don't hesitate to invest in bread and clothing, and even pursue taste." Patiently explained to the side Hal, Shuyu couldn't help showing a hint of admiration in his eyes.

As expected of a manager.

Even this kind of thing is considered!

Seeing Shuyu explaining for himself, Luka smiled lightly and continued.

"...In the initial promotion stage, we can find some civilian taverns frequented by local residents to cooperate and provide them with free newspapers for a month."

"You can also cooperate with some excellent factories, such as... ten empty Nuka-Cola bottles for one newspaper."

Shuyu couldn't help but praise.

"That's a good idea!"

Nuka-Cola has enough popularity in the Boulder City Tavern.

And those unemployed workers also have enough time to collect those things.

This is a good thing for both the factory and the newspaper.

"Our relationship with Boulder City has eased recently, and now is the time to do this."

"Of course, in order to achieve our long-term goals, we need someone with a bright mind and good use of words..."

Having said that, Luca paused.

The eyes of the two fell on Hal at the same time.

There is nothing to say about being good at using words.

The biggest skill of this guy is chatter, and the second is to use 12 different artistic fonts to write those rhyming but not nutritious doggerel.

It's just that the brain is bright...

Is it too much to ask for him?

"You...why are you looking at me?" Hal asked nervously, feeling a little guilty.

He always had a bad feeling.

Luka didn't continue to look at him, and didn't even answer his question, but looked at Shuyu.

"how do you feel?"

"...I don't know, we have too few talents in this area. If I were to edit the newspaper, I would write the news very rigorously, but apart from our own people, I am afraid that few people are willing to read it."

In the field of public opinion, their opponents are not the factories in Boulder City, nor the city hall.

It's the house who is talking about running the train, and the group of people he represents.

In the face of glib eloquence and a thick skin like a city wall, no matter how perfect the truth is, it will give way.

And talents with these two qualities, or rascals, are really rare in the new alliance.

The league's journalism industry has just started, and most of the journalists still read from the script, and even only attended evening classes for half a year.

The "wanjia" in the shelter may have talents in this area, but they don't know how to communicate with each other at all, and even daily communication has to be done with the help of translation tools.

Strictly speaking, Hal is not such a person, his polite upbringing is far from the image of a scoundrel.

But this is not his hometown after all.

Let yourself go, maybe it's not a big problem?

At least his eloquence and writing skills are trustworthy, and the others are a matter of experience, which can be exercised at work.

Facing old Luka's worried eyes, Shuyu's expression was also full of hesitation, but he finally nodded.

"My lord manager, let us not be too attached to a person's origin, origin, and lineage... Aside from the two points of not being smart enough and inexperienced, he is indeed the most suitable candidate."

"I think it's worth a try."

(End of this chapter)