This game is too real.

Chapter 540 Every possibility is a continuation of the past
In the screening room, Sberg saw countless possibilities for the future.

Also, as Ebbers says, in most of the computer-generated endings, he doesn't take center stage or even appear on stage.

There are not only workers in this settlement, although they are the first group of people to awaken on this world line where he is.

For example, in the ending of No. 217, the youngest daughter of the Melvin family is the most focused camera.

From the time the little girl saw the first newspaper, she was actively persuading her father.

While her views are naive, the problems she uncovers are real.The old father, Malvern, who loved her dearly, finally realized some problems and tried to promote a top-down reform, but the final result was the tragic death of the family.

Those inappropriate and irrelevant pictures were replaced by lines of cold words.

Sberg breathed a sigh of relief.

He would be happy to see how Master Stephen died, but he couldn't bear to see a little girl he had never met die with them, especially such a kind girl.

Another example is the ending of No. 269. The most focused lens is a girl with green hair, and there is also a girl with red hair. One of them lost her arm and eye in Boulder City, and the other lost a leg in a mission. Tragic encounters and traumas brought them together.

This time it was the mercenaries who united, and the opportunity was the wave after last year's cold winter.

Although those mercenaries did not have power armor, they were unexpectedly able to fight against the militia regiments who called them. Their experience in urban warfare was particularly rich, and they even broke into the inner city. In the end, Boulder City seemed to become a Mercenary city-state.

Everything has changed, but it's like nothing has changed.

By the way, there is no alliance in this deduction, after all, the alliance has not yet appeared at that time.

Obviously, this machine does not really predict the future, but just helps them dig out the possibilities of the future from what happened in the past.

however……

No matter what kind of ending it is, there is no "good ending" that he expected.

The fate of the settlement seemed to be doomed from the beginning, and this is where Sberg felt the most hopeless, as if no matter what he did, it made no sense.

So he tried to drag the progress bar forward, going back to the farther past—one and a half centuries ago, or even two centuries ago, trying to find answers from the possibilities that had collapsed into facts.

It is precisely because of this that he saw many things that shocked him...

As he wrote in The Tale of Ball the Awakened, The Rock was not built in a day.

Now he had to add one more sentence.

Every settlement has a good start.

They all longed for a bright future...

……

Wars broke out, then they ended, and with the establishment of the Reconstruction Commission, the era of prosperity came to an end.

The first 50 years were difficult, but also full of hope.

The post-war reconstruction committee did not abandon the survivors who remained on the surface, and more importantly, the survivors who remained on the wasteland did not abandon themselves.

The Ministry of Defense taught the local survivors the use of weapons and formed a militia to hold off the menacing tide.The technology department organized a scavenging team to mobilize everyone to search for usable materials in dilapidated urban areas and recover high-value technology from them.The production department is responsible for organizing production, helping the local survivors build factories that are not advanced but usable, and transporting some materials from other places from time to time.

The giant wall was also built at that time.

It was not conjured out of thin air by some kind of "black box", nor did it fall from the sky as rumored, but it was built up bit by bit by the first-generation managers with a load of cement and a load of steel bars in the ice and snow.

Yes, it's that simple.

Ordinary yet great.

At that time, the huge wall was not very high, just sufficient. After all, there were not many fruiting bodies that could fly and jump, and slime mold was not the main threat to survival.

The tenants of the Jushi Building are the most capable survivors, so everyone trusts them and hands over the power to them with confidence, so there is the saying of the inner city.

Black cards, like Jubi, were absent at the beginning.

In the 2174th year, the 45th year of the Wasteland Era, the post-war reconstruction committee fell apart due to internal conflicts, and a large number of outstanding talents were withdrawn from Boulder City.

Some went north to the Wandering Swamp, some went to the westernmost part of the mainland, and some went to the east coast, but more people still chose to stay.

Those who stay are the true warriors.

They are as brave as their fathers, and they will always stand with the people who really need help when the crisis comes, no matter what they are facing is a cold winter that has never been seen before, or a alien species that has never been seen before.

They melted the ice and snow with ideals, lit the fire, and smelted steel.

They spurned those who had betrayed their ideals, they cast aside all unrealistic fantasies, and they believed only in the fellow-creatures who stayed with them.

They want to be their own saviors!

Although the assistance from the War Construction Committee is over, the future of Boulder City seems to be brighter.

They opened the huge wall to accept the wandering survivors. When the tide came, they rushed to the forefront. Wherever there was danger, there were residents with black cards.They not only do it themselves, but also call on everyone to mobilize scavengers to explore the ruins, build resource-collecting outposts, and develop them into small but reliable villages.

They no longer need the support of the production department, and they don't expect those selfish guys to reunite. They take the initiative to go to the barren south to find hope.

Maybe it was touched by their courage, or maybe it was just the time.

Five years later, the never-ending cold winter ended, everything regained the power to grow, and a large number of shelters were also unsealed.

They started accepting some blue jackets who didn't understand the situation, telling those stupid guys that the War Construction Committee has been disbanded, and you can either go back to sleep or stay and join us.

Whether you like it or not, now we can only rely on ourselves.

Blue Jackets are known to be mostly warm-hearted fellows, and quite a few old popsicles feel guilty for their suffering compatriots left on the surface.Therefore, when those compatriots who had suffered so much stretched out their hands to them, they were so moved that they wished to dedicate their lives to these poor people.

Refuge brings not just black boxes, but technology, and ideas that shine.

The arrival of the blue jacket injected new blood into Boulder City. They used pre-war technology to help the survivors further improve the tools left over from the production department, and even repaired a batch of power armor that the Ministry of Defense did not know how to repair. , and learned from the researchers of the technical department, trying to "archeology" from the evolutionary body in the city center.

Since then, Boulder City has almost become a beacon that illuminates the entire southern part of the River Valley Province...

It's just that what makes Sberg strange is that in this history that has happened, there seems to be no shadow of the city lord from the beginning to the end.

Residents in the inner city only mentioned in a few words that there is an "AI to assist management" in Boulder City, which controls the security system of the entire Boulder Building, and has no extra capabilities other than that.

After the War Construction Committee was disbanded, the Great Rift Valley gave them something for self-protection. Out of some concerns, everyone unanimously decided to put that self-protection thing in the hands of the city lord.

Except for limited communication with the militia, it will hardly participate in the normal affairs of Boulder City.

And even the limited communication mostly only happened when the wave and the forces related to the post-war reconstruction committee tried to enter the vicinity of Boulder City.

This is part of the ancient "contract" that everyone will not interfere with each other after the separation, and concentrate on doing their own things.

There is no deep conspiracy.

However, although the presence of the AI ​​named Fang Ming is very low, it doesn't really matter.

Originally, Boulder City was not built by him, and the survivors themselves did a good job, and it will get better and better.

Until one day, Sberg suddenly discovered that the originally beautiful fairy tale gradually changed its taste...

In the holographic image, a major topic is being discussed in the spacious conference hall.

A man with a serious expression propped his hands on the table, staring at the audience and speaking.

"There are more and more people in settlements, and the past material management methods are becoming less and less effective. The workers will become more and more skilled, and the machines will become more and more advanced. This is an objective law of nature. We don't need so many Soap, some people need shower gel, some people need shampoo, everyone wants to be more pleasing to the eye, I think this is a reasonable request. The same is true for food, it is impossible to have sausage slices in bread, we can start thinking about abundance Variety of food."

"However, it is impossible for us to determine how much different types of goods are produced each day through established tables, and we cannot expect everyone to consume only what they need. If this continues, let alone soap and sausages, even concrete blocks will become scarce!"

"I propose to let the society decide what it needs and where the excess productivity and resources should go. Therefore, we need to invent a tool to make the invisible supply and demand relationship visible, a tool that has appeared in history!"

As he spoke, he took out a white chip.

That's the minimum face value.

Everyone in the conference room whispered.

One stood up and asked.

"This is……?"

The serious-looking man continued.

"Chips!"

"It can replace currency!"

"While it's obviously not as good as the credits we're used to, it at least reflects supply and demand!"

Concern was written on everyone's faces.

They feel that this is not a good thing.

Soon one of the attendees stood up and raised a demur.

"I know what you're trying to express, using traditional currency pairs from pre-boom era? But it still reflects supply and demand with a lag, and we've proven there's a better way!"

The proposer nods.

"That's right! But the 'better way' is useless now, we don't have that much computing power, and we don't have that many production tools. Now the productivity level of our settlements is not much different from the era before the prosperous era, Even if the 'chips' are something picked out of the trash, it's better than the method we're using!"

The conference hall was engulfed in a quarrel.

It wasn't until an old and loud voice sounded that the conference hall gradually returned to silence.

"quiet!"

Everyone looked at the old man who made the voice, their pupils were full of respect and trust.

He was the first resident of Boulder City, from the era before the Wasteland Era, and he had not slept for a day, so he is more than a hundred years old now.

His experience is richer than anyone sitting here, the wrinkles on his face are like the rings of an old tree, and the circles are history.

Even the most rebellious inner city residents can't help lowering their eyebrows when they look at him.

No one doubts his wisdom and correctness.

Even if he doesn't have a crown on his head.

But this time, the old man did not give his opinion, but simply cleared his throat, and then raised his right hand.

"same as before."

"Vote."

……

Using chips as currency has passed the deliberations of the inner city residents without any suspense. After all, their original method really does not work.

In many cases, what everyone needs is not the "best" method, but a "useful" method.

But there is still a problem here.

The credits of the Age of Prosperity will not allow the "distributors" of resources to obtain the most benefits, and can achieve utopian equality in a relative sense.

However, the chips are different.

It is essentially a traditional currency, even if it does not have that name on purpose, it will not change the essence of money.

A problem with any old-age currency is that the allocator in the market will get more benefit due to the lag in its response to supply and demand.That is, the person who cuts the cake gets the most cake, the person who divides the cake takes second place, and the person who makes the cake gets the least.

The original intention of people inventing money is to make money serve people, but it is often reversed in the end, and people become slaves serving money.

Of course, people are not dead-brained animals, and many means other than currency can slow down the uneven distribution of resources generated by currency.

For example, through visible or invisible hands, take the cake from the hands of the cake cutter and give it to other people who need the cake.

However, this does not change the nature of money.

Perhaps it is also seeing this point, an expert from the shelter suggested.

"Unrestrained chips can create new problems, and we may not have enough time to constantly adjust it to meet our needs every moment. I fear that one day in the future, our children will use chips as toys , and this will reverse our original intention and purpose of launching chips, so I propose... At least the residents of the inner city should not end up participating in the production and operation of the outer city.”

"In other words, we cannot earn chips!"

A young man immediately retorted.

"But we also have to live. We can't let us watch those who hold chips live a good life, but we live by air?"

"This is two different things," the shelter expert said seriously. "We can pay ourselves a salary, but we can't hold the tap and carry the bucket to fetch the water ourselves. This is self-contradictory!"

Many more people agreed.

Although he was an expert born in the shelter and wore a blue coat, his status was never a problem here, and he could talk about anything.

Besides, there was nothing wrong with what he said.

The chip itself was released from them, and how clever it was to get it back in a bucket, which is too strange!

The oldest old man did not speak this time.

He is too old.

After all, he is not the AI ​​that will never change, nor is he a strong awakened person, after all, he cannot escape the curse of aging.

Just like cells will metabolize, so will people. There will always be young lives to replace old bones like him, so that their society will become younger and more vibrant.

The old man felt that it might be better for him not to speak.

After all, as soon as he opened his mouth, even if he only uttered a single word, people would immediately stop talking and cast expectant glances at him.

What he was most afraid of was those people looking at him like that.

He knew very well that he was not as wise as they thought, and he was also confused sometimes, and the older he was, the more so.

That being the case, it is better not to say anything.

The young man should decide his future, just like he decided to stay twice in the first place.

Only when a person is really faced with a choice can he prove that he is really brave, not a coward pretending to be a wolf with a big tail.

He has already handed in an answer sheet that satisfies him, and it is time for him to take care of himself.

Actually they did pretty well.

After he's gone, Mr. Fang Ming will take care of them for him...

……

Time went forward another ten years.

The old man finally left, and the young man became a middle-aged man, with a trace of stability between his brows.

In the past, he would only rush forward, but now he has learned how to win over and unite those potential supporters.

Most importantly, he finally wanted to "understand" why the old man was loved by so many people.

Because he controls people's hearts!

And the human heart is a more powerful "weapon" than the black card.

So when he stood in the conference hall again, he didn't speak directly, but clenched his right fist into a fist.

He evokes enthusiasm with his impassioned voice, letting his fists rise like the rising sun along with his rising voice.

"Friends! Boulder City is great enough. We sheltered more than [-] survivors. We built a higher wall. There are countless people leaning on the wall and looking forward to us. We created Wealth makes the whole wasteland look sideways!"

"Our miracle is obvious to all survivors!"

He managed to catch the young man's attention.

Residents of the inner city who were around his age faintly felt that something was wrong, but there was really nothing to refute this sentence.

In fact, they couldn't help being proud, but they rarely expressed it with fiery tone and emotions like him.

The wasteland isn't over yet, but they've ended the wasteland era to a limited extent, which is a pretty remarkable thing.

They even built higher the huge walls left to them by the post-war reconstruction committee, and built them entirely by themselves, without anyone's help.

This is better than those gophers who are still huddled in their shelters for the winter.

Of course, that doesn't include the blue gophers who helped them.Those gophers are different and have become part of them.

The middle-aged man suddenly changed the subject and continued.

"...However, we, who have created countless miracles, can only hold a little chip and live in a room of less than [-] square meters. Is this the equality we want? This is not equal at all!"

"Just outside this window, those merchants have opened restaurants and bars under our feet! They drink and have fun all day long, throw a lot of chips into the sky, let men, women, children, old people cheer for them, and even Kiss their leather shoes! People who don't know think they created the Boulder City!"

There was a tinge of hatred in his voice.

He hates those who humiliate his people with chips.

And those who were wantonly humiliated really have no shame at all.

They would rather lick the shoes of those merchants than bend down to these real nobles, or even say a word of compliment!
For example, "Master, you have worked hard!", or something similar.

If the last sentence awakened people's pride, then his sentence completely ignited the fire in people's hearts.

There is anger and there is fire of desire.

"...We have to do something! At least the rules allow us to get more bargaining chips! Instead of being like beggars, waiting for that AI named Fang Ming to give us alms!"

"That belongs to us!"

Countless voices responded from the audience.

"well said!"

People raised their hands in outrage.

"Why let those thieves steal my fruit!"

"This is the greatest injustice!"

The shelter expert who once sang against him is old.

The old man tried to quell the frenzy that filled the conference hall, but it was too late, and any gentle words at this time would be powerless.

He could only look at the ambitious middle-aged man with beseeching eyes, even pleading eyes.

"You talk about equality... but the black card itself is already unequal. We can improve the treatment of everyone and limit the expenses of those profiteers, such as making them pay more taxes and prohibiting them from taking people's clothes in bars. There are still many ways to get rid of it."

"These are two different things!" The middle-aged man retorted without hesitation, "We are discussing chips now! Those rich businessmen can squander wantonly, but we are here to discuss how to let them live like ascetic monks." Even better, people even forget who made them live a good life! My father died in the frontier team, if he is still alive, he must be ashamed of Boulder today!"

he knows.

When he said this, no one could stop him anymore.

After all, Blue Gopher has never sacrificed so much for Boulder City.

Most of the people here are descendants of heroes, and their ancestors have paid more or less sweat and even life.

This is not just a matter of fairness, but more about the justice in their hearts.

And he thinks that what he is asking for is actually not much, just asking those people who are blinded by money to look up at these real heroes.

They may not be as great as their parents, but they have done a lot of things.

The middle-aged man cleared his throat, looked at the silent blue coats, and proposed a compromise that could win over the conservatives.

He didn't intend to open the window all at once, but he could open a crack first and then pry slowly.

"Those merchants have proposed to us that they are also part of Boulder City, they should also participate in public affairs, and they should also have the right to obtain black cards... But if we don't change the past rules, we can't accept it. them."

"You said that the power of the black card is unequal, and I think so too. Since this is the case, we will make some changes and allow some wastelanders from outside to join us. In exchange, from now on we can also end up earning money." Take chips."

"Admit it, the old way is outdated! It's time to turn the page! We must let smarter and more capable people control more resources and more bargaining chips!"

Voting session.

Unsurprisingly, he won.

Not quite winning though.

The council negotiated a compromise and added a few words to the original rule, so that the changes would not be too big and all the disputes would be quelled.

The previous rule was "inner city residents are not allowed to end the game to earn chips", they changed it to "in principle, it is not suitable for inner city residents to end the game to earn chips", and used it as an ancestor's motto to educate the next generation-"inner city residents end up to earn chips". It's unseemly to take chips."In this way, a moral bond has been added, and the binding force has not weakened, but theoretically should have become stronger.

Most people have a vague feeling that this is not appropriate.

It is not a good idea to add water when there is too much noodles, and to add noodles when there is too much water.

Even the chef who cooks knows that this will face the dilemma of "kneading more and more noodles", and in the end they don't know what to do at all.

But some things are like cigarettes. People who have smoked it often find it difficult to stop taking another sip. They will regret it until they see mottled yellow teeth. Why didn’t they take it easy at the beginning...

"Do you think you can do better than them?"

An abrupt voice came from behind, interrupting Sberg's thoughts.

He turned around and saw a man with an expressionless face.

"You...you are Mr. Fang Ming?"

"Yes."

Sberg probably already guessed that the man in front of him is not a human being, but just an AI that "assisting the residents of the inner city in managing the affairs of Boulder City".

Like the operating system of the machine, it is itself a part of the machine.

Sberg's Adam's apple moved, and he looked at him with despair.

"We... are we just an experiment?"

Fang Ming replied blankly.

"No."

This answer made Sberg feel better.

But he still couldn't understand.

After a long silence, he said in a hoarse voice with a questioning tone.

"The oldest... that first-generation resident, he asked you to take care of his descendants. You clearly saw all of them, so why didn't you do anything?"

"Why?" Fang Ming repeated his words, staring at him intently, "You actually asked me why I didn't do anything."

"Did you know? The most disgusting and annoying thing about you creatures is that you always fantasize about 'others' to help you, and always want to push your troubles to other things, whether it is a human or not."

Sberg looked at him in astonishment, not understanding why he suddenly became so angry.

Fang Ming continued to speak expressionlessly.

"When you're hungry, you fantasize about the savior giving you bread, and when you're in pain, you fantasize about the savior giving you painkillers. Now, you, a certain descendant of human beings, have the audacity to ask me, why is the 'City Lord' watching? You Your father, your grandpa... Hasn't a vocal animal ever told you that I'm just an AI called a 'Santo' because they hope the city will never have a living 'Master', and all I have Everything you can do is what you let me do."

Looking at the ignorant Sberg, Fang Ming's expressionless face suddenly showed a hint of pity.

Although that's only a little bit.

"Unfortunately, I am not the savior you imagined. I can be regarded as a supervisor at most. You begged me to find a way, why not just pray to the bread and hope that it will fall from the sky by itself. Anyway, you have already invented it, right? Is it? Your thinking, your technology, your method, you think that as long as someone knows how it comes from, as long as it is called bread, it will grow from the shelf in the future, right?"

"The projection room is right under your feet, you can come in and talk to it anytime. Then you do the stupidest thing, you lock the room completely, and I allow you to stand here just because people They thought you were dead."

Sberg argued in a cold sweat.

"That... is not what we asked for!"

Fang Ming looked at him expressionlessly.

"So? Did you say no?"

Sberg was speechless.

He didn't even know there was such a thing, and how could he resist the noble gentlemen secretly closing it.

To put it bluntly, he had never even seen the black card, let alone used it, and he couldn't even hear what the gentlemen were discussing.

However, Fang Ming seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and continued to speak without showing any empathy.

"The black card is nothing. If you have read the past of Boulder City, you should know that it is just a room card. If you want to say that it has any magic, it is given to it by you, not me—— a person who was arrested The AI ​​you created."

"In the end, you didn't do anything. Until the end, you were still fantasizing about a great city lord, doing things for you that you didn't even know how to do. You think that as long as he attacks non-existent enemies for you, all problems will be solved. It can all be resolved and everything will be fine."

"You should be thankful that I have kept my promise until the end, otherwise I will definitely use the cheapest way to erase you from this ruin, and let your problems disappear along with you dirty creatures. That's true mercy."

Looking at Sberg who said nothing, the man called the city lord slowly continued.

"To answer your previous question, a certain old man who has been dead for many years did ask me to take care of you, and asked me to return you something he kept with me after you pass all the tests."

Sberg: "...what's that?"

"Something that will wipe you off this planet."

Looking at the frightened Sberg, Fang Ming paused and continued.

"Of course, it can also erase others, and destroying each other is one of the guarantees of peace."

"The old man has seen through you a long time ago. He knows that your cowardice and greed will harm himself and everyone else, so he begged me with others, hoping that I will watch for him until the end, until you pass all the time. or die. And I have kept my promise... In the A ending you can see, all of you are dead, and then there is a downward spiral, and there is no other possibility of redemption."

"Voting is about to begin."

"This will probably be the last."

He turned around and said to the distraught Sberg.

"Come with me."

"I'll take you to see the final ending."

……

The downstairs of the Union Building is covered with snow, and the winter is approaching the coldest time.

Wearing a warm and expensive woolen overcoat, Malvin looked up at the building in front of him that had not been completely completed but was put into use with a face ashamed.

He wanted to say a lot in his heart, but he didn't know how to speak.

The inner city meeting has started again.

As the president of the Boulder City Bank and a distinguished black card holder, he was the last person who should not be absent, but he really didn't have the courage to face the questioning eyes and the scolding and scolding of those shareholders and friends.

What's more, he didn't think they could reach any consensus at the meeting. It wasn't just the bargaining chips that were gradually becoming invalid, but also the black cards in their hands.

He admitted that he was an incompetent governor.

He tried all the methods he could think of, but they seemed to be scratching the surface, and still couldn't save the train that was speeding up and sliding towards the abyss.

perhaps……

Her daughter is right.

After all, it really wasn't something esoteric, even some smart kids could understand it... As long as she replaced the doll in her hand with a wooden hairpin of 1 silver coin, the little girl in the slums would have a new dress.

But it was just like his answer to her at that ceremony——

"It's too late...?"

Looking at the snowflakes as big as goose feathers, Malvin murmured to himself.

in fact……

Not necessarily.

As long as the alliance is willing to fulfill its promise immediately and let a batch of goods priced in silver coins enter that huge wall instead of dawdling hesitantly outside, everything will be fine!

It would be great if the league would lend him a loan!

Leaving those profiteers and poor ghosts aside, at least let his shareholders exchange their bargaining chips for silver coins, after all, that is a lot of money!
There was a gleam of hope rekindled in Malvin's eyes.

that person……

The man who stood on the stage and spoke impassionedly, vowing to end the wasteland era, must understand his own difficulties!

He is a real good man!

Dearest and dearest idealist!
Even the most despicable wastelander can get care from him, let alone a truly capable person like himself?
Melvin's eyes lit up with a blazing fire.

Kudos to the managers!
He had never liked this guy so much from the bottom of his heart!
At this time, old Charlie came out from the main entrance of the building, looked at Malvin and said.

"Come with me, our manager is waiting for you inside."

His heart was beating violently, Malvin squeezed out a fawning smile on his face, nodded and said.

"Thank you...thank you."

Old Charlie gave him a sympathetic look, but in the end he didn't say "thank you too early" and led him into the building.

Go through the stairs and hallways.

Malvern finally saw the man who spoke at the ceremony again, and once again his heart felt like it was crawling with thousands of ants.

Chu Guang stopped the pen in his hand and looked at him standing in the room.

"You came?"

Malvin nodded hastily, and said with a smile on his face.

"I'm here to apologize... We had a situation before, and the city hall had to stop some of the goods, so that there were a large number of default orders in the industrial area. We will urge those factories to pay the arrears to your company. I hope these A small situation will not affect the contract between us."

Chu Guang said casually.

"It doesn't matter. I understand your difficulties. You can deal with it as written in the contract. Non-governmental business exchanges and our cooperation are two different things."

Seeing that Chu Guang was so easy to talk to, Malvin was relieved, and the smile on his face became even happier.

"Thank you for your generosity and understanding! I... can I ask you one more thing?"

"what's up?"

"The previous agreement on letting go of the free exchange of chips and silver coins..." Malvin smiled sheepishly, and clasped his palms together, "Because of some unavoidable reasons, I implore you to honor our contract in advance and give you Trouble!"

"why?"

"Why..." Looking at Chu Guang with playful eyes, a drop of cold sweat broke out on Malvin's forehead, and he continued with a forced smile, "We lent you so much money when you needed help the most, and now we have met A little difficulty, shouldn't you help us?"

Seeing that Chu Guang's expression didn't change, he hurriedly continued.

"Of course! I admit that it is difficult to ask you to do this right away... We can discuss it, such as debt exchange! If you give us [-] million silver coins, how about we cancel your debt of [-] billion chips? After all, you will save a lot of money principal and interest."

Five hundred million silver coins is enough to buy more than 50 tons of grain, enough to feed the people of Boulder City for four years!
Of course, he won't use all of it to buy food. He will use most of it to buy industrial products to improve the lives of the survivors in Boulder City.This time, he will seriously do something to reorganize the economy of Boulder City and restore the trade relationship between the two sides to normal again.

Chu Guang was not interested in his promise, so he said indifferently.

"A debt of one billion chips... But just a few days ago, we prepared the principal and interest of the year after you said, and the year after the next year."

Melvin's heart skipped a beat, and sweat dripped from his forehead. He suddenly felt his legs go limp, and he fell to his knees on the ground with a thump.

"I beg you... I beg you to raise your hand and let us go! 30 billion chips! No, we will forgive all your debts! As long as you are willing to give me [-] million silver coins... no, [-] million is fine! "

Chu Guang looked at Malvern silently, and suddenly sighed.

"Get up."

Melvin didn't move, and even put his head on the ground.

Chu Guang was a little impatient.

"I don't talk to kneeling people. If you keep doing this, I'll have Lu Bei throw you out."

Malvin's shoulders trembled. He had no doubt that Chu Guang would do this, so he tremblingly got up from the ground.

Chu Guang glanced at the ashes on his knees, then at his expensive coat, and finally looked into his eyes.

"Until now, do you still think that the alliance made you what you are now?"

Malvin was silent.

Chu Guang knew that this guy wanted to nod his head. He thought in his heart that everything was his fault, but he didn't dare to say anything because he wanted something from himself.

Although he didn't want to humiliate his opponent, Chu Guang couldn't help but look at the face that was humbled into the dust.

"Why would you rather kneel in front of me and beg for mercy, carry the coffin into my house and cry, than take your shareholders and have a good discussion with your residents. You put your hope in chips, and you put your hope in Heika, now come to beg me again."

"When the Bonechewing Tribe came over, you closed the door, refused to send a single soldier, and clamored to throw our products out of your settlement, preventing us from earning a chip... At that time you Have you ever thought that today, we will fulfill you in this way."

"How dare you say that you reached out to help us? We haven't even settled this old score with you!"

Regret and pain together turned into bitter wine, blurring the pupils that gradually lost their light.

Melvin's mouth was open, like an old phonograph, murmuring begging in a distraught manner.

"I beg you, I beg you to raise your hand high, as long as you are willing to help us tide over the difficulties...we are willing to buy your things! From now on, you will be the master of Qingquan City, the master of the entire River Valley Province! Whatever you say, we will all Listen to you, what are you dissatisfied with, we will change it according to your request!"

Although he knew in his heart that the matter had come to this point, it was absolutely impossible for Chu Guang to feed the half-breathed whale in Boulder City with the blood of the alliance.

But he couldn't help but humbly pray.

At least better than doing nothing.

This is the only thing he can do now...

Chu Guang looked at him with pity.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't even make it through this year. How could you convince me that [-] million silver coins can save your life. And what you are doing now makes me feel like I am playing the piano against the cow."

"It's a pity that you have always had the opportunity to brake and re-examine our relationship, our relationship with the wasteland."

"However, your stupidity and naivety make me feel that your bargaining chips are really worthless."
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(This chapter recycles all the previous foreshadowing, combined with Chapter 447 One Hundred Years of Solitude, it can be regarded as supplementing the perspective of "common survivor settlements", and their attitudes and views on the post-war reconstruction committee, the wasteland, and themselves. Boulder City is one of the survivor settlements supported by the Post-War Reconstruction Committee. Subsequent plots will also mention settlements that have nothing to do with the Post-War Reconstruction Committee. I will try my best to make the story and characters fuller. Do not worry.)
(End of this chapter)