This game is too real.

Chapter 360 Survivor Daily

No. 97 Street is located in the west area of ​​Boulder City, where the sewage flows, the air is dirty, and the dilapidated tube buildings are crowded together. It is often criticized by the nearby citizens as a "crow's nest".

Due to the proximity to the huge wall, the residents here can only enjoy the morning and noon sun.

At dusk, the streets are cast in the shadow of the giant wall.

Objectively speaking, if lighting is ignored, life here is much better than the slums outside the giant wall.

Most of the people living here are workers from nearby factories.

Unless the local residents, few people are willing to approach here.

There is very little entertainment here, and few people set up shop among a bunch of poor ghosts.

Those who have a job need to work for 16 hours and fall asleep when they get home. Those who don't have a job will not spend a single chip from their pockets even if they stay in a daze all day.

But it is not without exception.

At the junction with the industrial area, there is a beer hall called "Walnut".Its iconic sign is the pile of empty walnut barrels at the door.

These wine barrels are small in size and can be used as a table or as a bench, and they can even be used to deal with hygiene problems.

When workers passing by after a day's work, they will occasionally take out a chip for the foreman's reward, drink a glass of cheap and large draft beer, and forget the troubles of the day before going home.

Some unemployed workers also come here to kill the whole day.

Although the pockets are shy, it is good to smell the beer or take a few puffs of second-hand smoke.

In any case, it was better than sitting at home and listening to that yellow-faced woman sighing and complaining that she couldn't get through the day.

Since almost no mercenaries will come here, tourists and merchants from other places will never approach the West District at all.

Over time, it became a club for the workers of Boulder City.

Everyone not only drinks, but also gathers in groups of three or four to discuss some family stories or gossip.

Especially the gossip in the factory area.

Of course, what people look forward to most is to hear the news of which factory is short of workers, but this kind of thing has not happened for a long time.

A bearded unemployed worker suddenly spoke.

"...Why don't we become mercenaries?"

Workers who were fired from the cannery like him cast him a glance.

"Have you ever touched a gun?"

"No, but I heard it's not that difficult. Open the safety, aim the muzzle of the gun, and then pull the trigger to drive hot metal fragments into the eater's head." The bearded worker gestured with a broom next to the barrel The action of shooting, "Look, it's that simple."

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Tide will have to wait until next year. It's summer now, and your opponent is likely to be a Predator."

"I heard that the Lister caravan is recruiting people, and they plan to open a new trade route from here to the Great Rift Valley."

"The Great Rift Valley... I heard it is at the northernmost point of the River Valley Province."

"It's really far enough."

Beside the door beam, a group of workers gathered together, taking turns smoking a nearly burnt cigarette butt.

Sberg couldn't help but took another puff, and found that everyone was staring at him, so he quickly gave the cigarette in his hand to the next friend.

Picking up the cigarette butt and taking a puff, Pique, who had a bandage on his arm, suddenly spoke.

"Speaking of which, why haven't you seen Kent recently?"

"I don't know, last time he led us to surround the city hall, seeing those well-dressed bastards pale with fright is so relieved!"

"Just do it again sometime."

Anyway, they have nothing else to do, so maybe they can get some benefits by going to the street to make a fuss.

At this time, the potbellied tavern owner came out of the utility room next to the tavern, holding a huge wooden frame.

His name is Tang, which is a very short word in Renlian, only one syllable.

Looking at this group of idle poor ghosts, Tang couldn't help complaining.

"How long are you going to spend your time here? Can't you get a job without money?"

The worker who was smoking said with a smile.

"We also want to work. Do you lack cleaning here, or waiters? Handymen?"

Tang hehe smiled and said bluntly.

"Why should I recruit a big man who wants to have breasts, butts, butts, and butts to do odd jobs."

Another tall and thick man raised his hand and said with a hippie smile.

"Are you going to recruit the proprietress? I'll sign up."

"Go away." Tang cursed.

Things have been rough at the Walnut Tavern lately.

There are more and more poor ghosts, and even the butts of cigarettes have to be smoked by others, let alone take out chips to buy wine.

Sberg suddenly discovered that the old girl who helped pour the wine and the boy who did odd jobs had been fired.

Now even this kind of physical work is done by the boss himself.

At this point in the past, this fat pig was sitting behind the bar, dozing off and being lazy.

At this time, Sberg noticed the wooden frame in his hand and the stack of papers contained in the wooden frame, and asked curiously.

"what is this?"

""Daily Survivor." Tang didn't say much, and moved it into the tavern.

Survivor Daily?
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, they had never heard of this name before.

Of course, it may also be because they don't read newspapers.

Although most workers are literate, they basically only know a few words, and they can probably understand the level of equipment operation manuals and recruitment instructions.

Workers who can afford newspapers will not have time to read them.

Reading and reading newspapers are pastimes that only those who sit in the office deserve to have.

"How much is this stuff?"

"No money, you can look at it as you like, but you can't take it away." Tang said impatiently.

The newspapers are provided free by the Survivor Daily newspaper, along with a monthly crate of Nuka-Cola.

Anyway, it doesn't take up much space, and it can be used as a pastime for drunkards. Based on the principle of not taking advantage of the advantage, he brought it back.

"for free?!"

When everyone heard this, they were shocked.

And this good thing?

What made them even more unbelievable was that it was actually said by this hairless iron rooster.

Sberg went up, took a newspaper from the wooden frame, and unfolded it in his hands.

Pique, who was smoking, also dropped the cigarette butt that had finally burned out in his hand, and came up to watch curiously.

"..."

"The negotiations between the city hall and the new coalition authorities went smoothly, and the [-] million aid loan will be a win-win situation for both parties... What is a win-win situation?"

"I just want to smash the factories of the New Alliance to pieces! Throw the junk they produce through the giant wall!"

"But being their creditor doesn't seem so bad... Kate's textile factory has resumed work, according to the newspaper, because it has received an order worth millions of chips."

"Alyssa lost a southern shorthair cat. If anyone sees it, please contact the address in the newspaper. The reward is 25 chips...Alyssa...the name sounds familiar."

"I remembered...it's the youngest daughter of the president of Malvern!"

There is no entertainment industry in Boulder City, and there are no celebrities. The head of the Queen of the Night bar and the families of dignitaries are the objects of most ordinary people's gossip.

Everyone is familiar with President Malvern, after all, there is only one bank in Boulder City.

As soon as they heard the lord's name, everyone immediately came back to their senses, and envious eyes appeared in their eyes.

"...It's actually the daughter of the president's family."

"Whoever can marry her will not have to worry about it in the next life."

"Don't dream, it's not dark yet."

"25 chips to find a cat... It would be enough to replace 25 kilograms of nutrition cream! These people have too much money and no place to spend it?"

"What do you know, I think it's cheap!"

"Hey, it's nice to have money..."

The crowd gathered in front of the newspaper was discussing in succession.

Although the reward of 25 chips made people jealous, no one set out to find it.

Boulder City is so big, where can they find a cat?
Not to mention that whether the cat is still inside the giant wall is a problem.

The crowd excitedly gossips, but Sberg's attention is on the last line of the newspaper.

[We are committed to creating a newspaper that serves all survivors. If you see this newspaper on a public newsstand, please leave your valuable suggestions on it, and we will use it as a reference after recycling. 】

A newspaper for all survivors?

Ah.

It's amazing.

Although everyone is a survivor and lives in the same wasteland, Sberg can vaguely feel that people are different.

Some people are born with a golden spoon in their mouth, and some people are born to live like cockroaches.

Just like that Miss Alisa.

What is the wasteland like, does it have a lot to do with her?

She may have never seen nutrition cream, let alone tasted it.

After hesitating for a moment, Sberg finally borrowed a pen from his boss and wrote at the bottom of the newspaper.

"We're interested in what City Hall is doing."

"The president's daughter's cat frustrates me. When I still have a job, 25 chips are my salary for ten days."

"...if only you could publish more information about jobs."

"wish you a happy life."

After writing these words, he returned the pen to the tavern owner.

At this time, Sberg suddenly remembered that it was mentioned in the newspaper that ten empty Coke bottles can be exchanged for one newspaper to take home.

He couldn't help thinking in his heart, how about waiting until it's completely dark and going to Bar Street to pick up empty Coke bottles.

It's good to change a newspaper and take it home to teach my son to read, at least it won't look like I've been wasting all day...

……

It wasn't just Sperger who had similar thoughts.

In the past two days, around the taverns in Boulder City, there have been many "scavengers" picking up empty bottles.

10 empty Coke bottles can be exchanged for a copy of "Daily Survivor", even if you don't need to read it, you can take it home to cushion the table or make the bed.

As for where this "Survivor Daily" came from, no one has paid attention to it.

After all, it has just released the first issue, and its popularity is too small.

It is impossible for factory owners, chamber of commerce bosses, and city hall officials as small as Boulder City to notice...

that night.

President Malvern returned to his mansion on the inner edge with a radiant expression.

Negotiations with the Lord of Dawn went smoothly, and the other party came up with a beautiful purchase list, including a large number of building materials, textiles and food.

This will create at least 5 jobs in Boulder City and solve the problem of food and clothing for nearly 10 people.

By this time next year, the GDP of Boulder City will hit a new high!

And the interest repaid by the new alliance and the influx of raw materials from the northern suburbs will bring the factories in the industrial zone back to life!

The most gratifying thing for Melvin is that recently, many factories have begun to borrow from him.

Someone borrows money for consumption, and naturally someone is willing to borrow money to expand production, and his bank can make money from both ends.

And there is virtually no risk of bad debts!
Boulder City has entered a new cycle, and he seems to have seen the dawn of economic recovery!

"It seems that you are in a good mood today. Did something good happen to you?" Madam took the coat from his hand.

"Of course," said Melvin beaming, "after so many days of fussing, the negotiation is finally over. The representatives of the new alliance have signed the agreement, and our relationship with the new alliance will enter a new chapter from now on!"

Although the progress of the negotiations was full of twists and turns, thanks to his resourceful performance at the negotiating table, he firmly grasped the rhythm of the negotiations, and finally forced the representatives of the new alliance to make concessions, allowing the two sides to reach an agreement.

"But...is it really okay to lend money to those country bumpkins?" Madam's expression was a little worried.

In her opinion, people outside the giant wall are either vulgar mercenaries, slovenly scavengers, or looters.

She had a hard time trusting those people.

Even if those people looked at her more than once, she would get goose bumps all over her body and feel physically uncomfortable.

Melvin had a confident smile on his face.

"What's the problem? They have copper mines, farmland, and a large forest... I even wish those country bumpkins could borrow more."

"Debt will make them our slaves, which is much better than chains."

At this time, he suddenly noticed the newspaper on the table.

On the headline on the cover of the newspaper, there was actually news that the negotiations were progressing smoothly.

Melvin couldn't help but raised his eyebrows curiously.

Negotiations just ended today, and representatives of the new alliance reluctantly signed the loan agreement two hours ago, and neither party has had time to make an official announcement.

How did this little-known small newspaper guess that today's deal will definitely be concluded?
It's quite accurate.

It couldn't have been printed hours ago.

"what is this?"

"Daily Survivor."

Alisa, who was sitting on the sofa, was gently stroking the cat in her arms. After hearing her father's question, she raised her head and replied softly.

"Has our family subscribed to this newspaper?" Malvin asked doubtfully.

Alisa shook her head slightly.

"No, but I think this newspaper is quite interesting... Didn't I lose a cat before?"

Malvern couldn't remember which one, his daughter had too many cats.

Seeing that her father didn't seem to remember this, Alisa continued in a soft voice.

"At that time, you told me that you had already ordered the housekeeper to post a cat hunting notice in the tavern, and that mercenaries would bring it back for me in a short time."

"It seems that this happened... what happened next?" Malvin couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

It seemed that the cat hadn't been found, and he broke his promise in front of his daughter.

However, the sensible Alisa did not blame him, and continued to speak in a gentle tone.

"Later, the mercenary gentleman didn't show up, but this newspaper found me through the cat hunting notice in the tavern, and said that it could publish an advertisement in the newspaper for me for free. Just write a thank you letter."

Melvin smiled after hearing this.

Is this trying to use his daughter's fame to increase the popularity of the newspaper?
These guys are pretty business minded.

In the high society of Boulder City, his daughter's name is much more expensive than a few chips.

However, this kind of trivial matter is not worth his worrying, he just cared about his daughter.

"If only I could find it."

"Yes."

Caressing the kitten in her arms, Alisa had a look of worry in her eyes, "I'm really worried if it will be hungry."

……

at the same time.

A single building not far from the warehouse area, with a plaque reading [Voice of the Alliance] hanging at the door.

Judging from the brand-new nail, the signboard should have just been hung.

Different from the desertedness at the door, the newspaper office is busy at the moment.

Especially Hal, who is the president of the newspaper, never rests from morning to evening, wishing to divide himself into two people.

In fact it is.

Since the newspaper was just established and was short of manpower, he had to take on several roles, not only responsible for the content of the newspaper, but also responsible for the typesetting of the newspaper, and at the same time taking care of the relationship between the newspaper and the outside world.

As for why it became like this, we have to start from the afternoon three days ago.

According to the instructions of the manager, the new alliance needs its own voice channel.

However, due to the shortage of manpower in the office of the New Alliance in Boulder City, after some discussions between Shuyu and Luka, this significant task fell on Hal.

Hal is flattered by the trust of the new alliance.

Although he also wanted to repay these people for their life-saving and shelter, and to prove his ability, but after all, he had never run a newspaper, and he didn't even know what a newspaper was.

Fortunately, that Shuyu didn't really leave all the work on him, but went to the talent market for him to find a few employees who had worked in "The Voice of Boulder", which made him Busy, but not in a hurry.

"Survivor Daily" is the first product they launched, and the distribution range is mainly in the outer city of Boulder City.

1200 copies were printed in the first issue, which were placed in taverns, grocery stores and mobile vendors with relatively low consumption levels.

These newspapers are printed in the local printing factory in Boulder City. The printing volume is less than 0.5 copies, and the factory cost of each newspaper is about [-] chips.

If labor, rent, water and electricity are counted together, their daily expenses today have reached thousands of chips.

As for income, don't think about it for now.

These newspapers are provided almost free to those partners.

The retail price of each newspaper is one chip. If it is sold, after deducting the profits belonging to the partners, they can at most recover the cost of printing newspapers.

And in order to promote these newspapers, they also took 56 cases of Nuka-Cola!

But these sacrifices are worth it.

The conference room on the second floor of the newspaper was in a meeting. Hal called together the only six editors of the newspaper to summarize the suggestions left by readers on the newspaper and discuss the content of the next issue.

At this time, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and a staff member hurried in.

"Good news! Half of the 1200 newspapers sold!"

Hearing this sentence, many people at the conference table relaxed their brows and showed joy on their faces.

Under the condition that you can read it at will, you can sell half of it. For a new newspaper that is not well-known, this result is already quite good.

At least it shows that there is no problem with their content.

The staff member paused for a moment, then continued.

"... But the bad news is that we didn't make any money. We only got back 120 chips and more than 3000 empty bottles."

Hearing the second half of the sentence, the editors sitting at the conference table glanced at each other.

"...Maybe we can make some money by selling these bottles." An editor glanced at the head of the newspaper and suggested in a low voice.

Finding a job is not easy these days.

Especially newspapers are not necessities of life.

He was really worried that the job he had finally found was gone.

Seeing the concerns in everyone's eyes, Hal, who was sitting at the conference table, stood up and cheered everyone up with an enthusiastic voice.

"Don't worry about losing money, profit is not our goal! There is only one thing we have to do now, and that is to become famous as soon as possible!"

"I just carefully studied the feedback suggestions. The name "Survivor Daily" is still too general, and the content is not targeted enough!"

"People sitting in the office will not be interested in which factory's assembly line is short of people, and the workers in Boulder City will not care about what clothes the queen of the night is wearing today."

"I think that in addition to "Survivor Daily", we should also set up different sub-journals such as "Worker", "Citizen", "Playboy", etc., and put out different content for different customer groups!"

"Since "The Voice of Boulder City" has taken over the high society of Boulder City, let's go to areas they have never set foot in and open up new battlefields!"

When he said these words, Hal felt that every cell in his body was boiling, and his eyes shone with excitement and ambition.

If this plan can be realized, the newspaper he founded will occupy every minute of the residents of Boulder City after dinner, and the words he wrote will be read repeatedly by hundreds of thousands of people.

And he will become the "uncrowned king" of the city!
It was the first time he had encountered such an exciting thing after being away from home for so long.

Listening to him drawing this astonishing blueprint, everyone showed surprised expressions on their faces.

An editor couldn't help asking.

"Do we have that much budget?"

Hal said firmly.

"...There will always be a way! Didn't our boss say it? The alliance will not be stingy in investing in the cultural industry!"

"What's more, we just got a loan of 2 million chips. There must be somewhere to spend the money, right?"
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(Thanks to the leader of "Ah Nie" for the reward!!! I got up late today... TT)

(End of this chapter)