This game is too real.

Chapter 715 The rising sun from the pier is illuminating the port
"Wasteland OL" official website.

The forum is as lively as ever.

This place seems to have become the most well-informed information distribution center in the entire wasteland. Although the scale is not as good as the endpoint cloud of Ideal City, the territory that straddles the two worlds is something that the latter cannot catch up with on a warp speed spacecraft.

No family members: "Big news! A new 'Shadow Port' has been added to the southern border between King Gallon Port and the Xilan Empire! The key landmark 'Abandoned Ship Township' hotel is the abandoned freighter stranded on the beach! A conversation with the bartender can be Trigger the smuggling mission! Unusable Xilan coins can be used there!"

Flying Pig: "666!"

Lai Gen Latiao: "Boss! Is there a level requirement? (color)"

No family members: "No! Just be careful with your waist! If you don't worry, you can bring two strength animals. Of course, one iron can from our Burning Legion is enough! (Show teeth)"

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

Shortly after posting.

The life professional players who are active in the area of ​​Jin Gallon Port poured in one after another, and built hundreds of posts on the post in just ten minutes.

Lao Bai, who was puzzled by Fang Chang's riddle for a long time, finally saw this post, and couldn't help complaining back to the cattle and horses.

"...Fuck, that's what happened."

Fang Chang: "You finally found out? (squinting smile)"

Lao Bai: "However, don't you need to deal with smuggling?"

Fang Chang: "Look at the goods. The crops in Jingalun Port are mainly cash crops, and these things cannot be eaten. At this stage, all the goods that come in are the goods that the local people need, and they are also the goods that we need. Lose a little Taxes can export the accumulated inflation to Xilan, which is acceptable to the new authorities of King Galleon Port."

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

The reason why the alliance was able to distribute inflation evenly to all allies was largely due to the flow of silver coins from the hands of the managers into the pockets of others.And the allies of the alliance are willing to pay for this insignificant price for some greater benefit.

Not only in the game, but also outside the game. The participants in the "Bank Exchange" are not only players, but also some cloud players who follow suit.The exchange ratio between silver coins and other currencies reflects a similar supply and demand relationship.And every auction can cause the price of silver coins to fluctuate greatly, and it can be clearly seen that this supply and demand relationship is reflected in the lots at the auction.

The same is true of Jin Gallon Port, not only the money stored in the treasury of the emperor of the Xilan Empire, but also a large number of nobles and private banks who are ready to sell the Xilan coins in their hands.And "shadow ports" like Jiaotou Bay provide them with a channel.

The people on the opposite side accept Xilan coins, which can provide them with goods that are piled up in the empire but urgently needed by the Jin Gallon port.And they can use these goods to exchange "new money" linked to silver coins-gallons from workers, factories, shopkeepers, etc.

Emperor Xilan thought that the implementation of the embargo would cause the collapse of Jin Gallon Port, but he may have forgotten that the effect of force is mutual.

There are too many villages, settlements and even aristocratic manors around the Golden Gallon Port, and the Golden Galleon Port is needed to digest the piles of goods with a single variety.

What Jin Gallon Port is facing is the inflation of Xilan coins, but what they are facing is more serious deflation.

If they can't sell the mountains of goods, they can only dump them into the Yongliu River. In order to prevent this from happening, the local nobles will try their best to open up the import and export channels of the border, whether it is to buy the border The army still used its authority to exert pressure.

Announcing the embargo when the authority of the royal family had been damaged by the defeat of the Gray Wolf Army, to a large extent, that His Majesty did something that hurt one thousand enemies and ten thousand himself.

Once a new local interest group is formed, maybe the two armies on the border will have to become warlords who "will not accept the orders of the emperor abroad".

If only this game was that real.

Fang Chang: "...The Jiaotou Bay should be a new one. In fact, some people were doing this business just after the ceasefire. According to my observation, the most lively water floating ports are mainly in Yongliu Along the northwestern bank of the river, where the Black Panther Army is the actual control area, all the boats floating on the Yongliu River at night."

Fang Chang: "Some nobles in Jingalun Port sent the Xilan coins in their hands there to exchange them for double-headed cattle, white sugar, gravel, flax, spices and other goods, but the transportation capacity of the inland port is limited. If Jiaotou Bay can If it develops, maybe it will make us dump Xilan coins faster."

Kuangfeng: "When your Xilan coins are used up? (Curiosity)"

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

Ye Shi: "MMP, if I knew it, I would have messed with you guys. (Funny)"

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

Ye Shi: "I haven't stayed there for a long time. As soon as the save file of Ice Sea City was opened, I and Kuangfeng passed by."

Kuangfeng: "To be precise, there is also that college NPC named Jiang Xuezhou and Jiujiu. (Squinting eyes and laughing)"

Fang Chang: "We are separated by hundreds of thousands of miles. (laughing and crying)"

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

Gust: "+1."

……

There may be a vacuum of order, but there is one thing that does not.

That is power.

Once there is a vacancy, new ones will be filled immediately.

For better or worse.

Even if there is only a momentary gap...

On the second day after the first "Investment Attraction" dinner in Port King Gallen came to an end, the gate of Port King Galleon City Hall was full of people.

The man in the exoskeleton walked to the door, turned on the speaker of his helmet, and shouted into the crowd.

"Everyone be quiet and don't crowd."

"Our rule here is that the bidding is not in order. Admission qualifications, review standards, procedures, etc. have been posted on the bulletin board. Participate! Anyone!"

At this time, someone shouted from the periphery of the crowd.

"My lord! Can pigeon people do it?"

"I said, anyone!" [Half-year-old] looked at the turbulent crowd and shouted, "Also, don't call us master! The alliance doesn't have such a thing!"

The crowd crowded in front of the city hall suddenly burst into warm applause and cheers, and some people looked unhappy, but for the sake of money, they could only endure it.

Looking at the young man who crossed his hands and thanked him a thousand times, Ban Suiyu waved his hand with a smile, but only then did he suddenly come back to his senses.

and many more.

This guy is a pigeon?
……

In just one day, nearly 37 bidding documents were received for [-] infrastructure construction projects, and more than half of them were from Silver Moon Bay and life and professional players active in the Golden Gallon Harbor area.

It took a full three days for background adjustment and capital verification.

In the past three days, Fang Chang found more than a dozen players who had worked in the municipal department or had held administrative jobs in large companies from the Burning Corps and the players who were active in the surrounding area. The newly recruited 200 civil servants are familiar with the business while completing the review of the more than [-] bidding documents.

After excluding more than 100 companies and individuals with unqualified qualifications or serious false and concealed circumstances, finally a total of 22 infrastructure projects were found to be specifically responsible for the company or individual.

The remaining [-] projects are mostly asset-heavy projects, such as the reconstruction of main roads and highways, the construction of port freight railways, and civil railways.Without a certain strength, even if you are greedy for the considerable follow-up income behind it, you can't afford it.

Although the Golden Gallon Hong Kong Bank does not fully implement the "100% reserve" system, and it does not need to prepare 10 silver coin for the issuance of 1 gallons, it is not good to print banknotes that deviate too much from the silver coin reserve, otherwise it will cause systemic financial risks.

The method of printing money and lending money to contractors, forcibly feeding thin people into fat ones will not work here.

The fragile local economic conditions have no basis for "spending money in this life in the next life", and the survivors who are already eating dirt can't suffer any more.

Ever since, Fang Chang, the chief executive officer of Baiyue Company, set up a discussion group on the forum and called all the shareholders of Baiyue Company together to hold a general meeting of shareholders. After explaining the situation of the project, they voted and finally decided These 15 asset-heavy projects are funded by Baiyue Company.

This approach is actually exactly the same as that of Shuguang City when it was engaged in infrastructure construction.

That is, the powerful shelter collective holding company will gnaw down the most difficult and necessary bones, wait until the cake grows bigger, and then let the managers take action, slowly distributing the cake to other local Survivors, let the latter also follow suit.

And those "cow and horse groups" that have grown into giants follow the alliance's army or caravans, go out from the alliance's territory, and create new profit growth points on the broader wasteland-such as Ideal City, Fallen City, etc. Xia Province, Boulder City before the reform, and even the Free State and Falcon Kingdom with bad relations, etc.

In fact, both Potato Chips Port and Golden Gallon Port are the products under the guidance of this model, but the strategies implemented by players in the two places are quite different due to different specific situations.

After all the 37 infrastructure projects of Jin Gallon Port are completed, the economic aggregate of this port may even surpass that of Silver Moon Bay and become a new trade hub on the Borneo Sea.

After all, Yinyue Bay is only backed by a kingdom with a population of one million, but here itself is a settlement with a population of one million, and behind it is a feudal dynasty known as a thousand races and gods.

In this sense, the 37 ongoing infrastructure projects at King Gallon Port and hundreds of projects spontaneously formed by the people, as well as the ongoing port and submarine pipeline construction projects at Chips Port, are of great importance to those who are trying to convert waste soil It's just as important for the coalition that the survivors of the world unite.

The latter is the visible bond.

The former is invisible, but it really exists...

……

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

It was just early seven o'clock and the whole port was already as hot as noon, and even the seagulls around the mast were screaming that they were dying of heat.

Palu, who was on duty, yawned and was going to stand under the duty booth for a while.

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

Standing here, he just yawned, and when he opened his eyes, he knocked out the governor and His Majesty here. That naughty Mandal directly became a police officer in the port area. Harry was even worse, and directly became the sheriff of the entire settlement.

Sheriff.

It is undoubtedly a new word for King Gallon Port.

After all, we all know that except for the real guards in the port area, there are no patrols in other places. If there is a murder or the nobles’ cats and dogs are lost, no one will take care of them even if they report to the police.

Girls from rich families don’t go to small alleys at all, and the population of poor families keeps changing. According to statistics, how many people are in each family this year, and how many people are there next year? How do the dead people die? It was thankless work.

They are like grass that grows on red soil. After the spring breeze blows, one crop after another, and now a group of guys who treat them as human beings have finally come, which is really cheap for them.

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 that a group of vicious guys had landed at the port earlier, and General Alyan of the Gray Wolf Army would not have suffered that defeat outside the city.

It would be great if one more yawn could knock the alliance away, after all, it is very annoying to be kicked on the nose by a group of "snakes, rats, insects and birds".

He only wanted those high-spirited old men to call him police officer or sir politely, and he didn't want to be equal to those low-class people who were born low.

For example, in the past, he could use the butt of his gun to teach those servants at will, but now if he did something and couldn't explain why, those "iron men" would go to greet his dear Sheriff Mandal, and the latter was reprimanded There are [-] ways to make him unable to express his suffering.

It won't work either.

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

It is precisely because of this that although he has no feelings for this position, he still has to put on an appearance of impartial law enforcement.

Fortunately, today's port is as peaceful as ever. The construction site is full of dust, people are coming and going on the road, and the busy people have no leisure time to make troubles.

Whether it is the businessmen shuttled on the pier, or the laborers carrying boxes between the warehouse area and the pier, they are all racking their brains and working hard so that they can have two more "gallons" in their pockets. .Even the seagulls flying in the sky are busy grabbing the French fries from the iron men and their bears.

If he didn't recall carefully, he would almost forget 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 plate slammed to the door.

A man flipped his legs and got out of the car. A young man in a police uniform hurriedly opened the door and stepped into the duty booth, stuffing a thick briefcase into the yawning Palu's arms.

"Please send this item to the branch office 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 asking.

"Why am I going?"

The guy's name was Bashak, he looked a bit like a Yorkie, and he was a newly recruited guard.

Although his colleagues in the Security Bureau had a good opinion of him, he was not only warm-hearted, but also agile, and he was more serious in his work, but to be honest, Palu didn't like this Ratman boy 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 he doesn't have the dignity of being a security guard at all.

Are you in such a hurry to get the praise of those iron men?
"You happen to be off the night shift, and your family lives there, so just drop by and bring me some," the rat-man boy put his hands together with a smile, "Please, please, I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow!"

"..."

Although Palu rolled his eyes speechlessly, but thinking of getting off work early and having a free breakfast, he reached out and took the sealed file bag, and stepped out the door.

Looking at Palu who was walking towards the distance with his legs open, he shouted.

"Don't you ride a bike?"

"I don't know how to ride that thing." Palu snorted, always feeling that the kid was showing off the benefits he got from the Iron Man, and his voice couldn't help being a bit unpleasant.

What is it.

That bike is not yours!
Bashak 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 day, I can teach you! If someone teaches you, you won't be afraid of falling."

"It's no use."

With his back turned to him, Palu impatiently waved the file bag in his hand, and hurriedly left the street.

Everything is changing here.

Whether it's something on the street or people on the street, when he accidentally wakes up, it always makes him feel abandoned by everyone.

In the past, nobles and ladies in long skirts and dresses lived on Tulip Street, but now even annoying mice have mixed in.

It's Ah Xin, that family over there.

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

The property earned by the Willant people through hard work and bravery was plundered by a swindler who did thieves and dogs. I really don't know what is so good about this so-called order.

If he had a choice, he would definitely prefer to go back to the era of Governor Nihak, when people were much more polite than now...

Speeding up his pace and leaving the depraved No. [-] Tulip Street, Palu quickly crossed the knight road that separated the rich district from the poor.

It was a ring road around Tulip Street.

A bloody battle broke out between the City Defense Army and the Alliance, which were loyal to the Governor, but now there are no traces of the battle here.

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

Recently, the alliance has been doing a lot of construction here. Not only have the bombed roads been demolished, but even the roads that were originally good have been turned upside down, making the nearby streets soaked in dust all day long.

The guard station near the station site that Bashak had mentioned was nearby.

While walking there, Palu glanced into the pit surrounded by the isolation zone, and saw a few shirtless laborers carrying thick and heavy pieces of wood as pillows on the ground.

He had seen that kind of wood in the warehouse area of ​​the port, and it seemed that the cargo ship rented by Baiyue Company was pulled over from the French fries port.

King Gallon Port had never imported this kind of thing before, and he didn't know what the workers were doing with this thing, so he cleared his throat and shouted in a tone.

"What are you doing here?"

The workers who were busy ignored him, and they couldn't hear his shouts amidst the tinkling voices.

The workers who had just finished work and were resting looked up and saw the police uniform on his body. They thought he was here for interrogation, so they explained.

"Master, this is the construction site of the Alliance, and we have a construction permit."

The expression of respect and fear made Palu's face show a somewhat comfortable expression, he nodded his head pretendingly, and continued.

"Hmmm! It's good if you have permission... You have to get the iron man's construction site done. Don't steal and play tricks. If we catch you, you will have a good fruit!"

Although he doesn't like the alliance, he would never dare to find fault with the alliance's construction site.

Several men showed innocent expressions when they heard the words.

"How dare we, officer."

"Yes, the foreman is strict!"

"And don't talk about being lazy... We just want to work for a while, and each shift can only work ten hours a day. If we do it again, not only the performance and wages will be counted on the next shift, but also have to be punished!"

Palu froze 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 another more curious thing.

"What is this repairing?"

"Railway!" a worker replied with a smile.

Palu froze for a moment.

"Railway? What are you doing building that thing?"

Several workers looked at each other, not knowing what to answer, but one of them looked at the clever young man and shouted.

"To modernize the port."

"Modernization?" Palu murmured, "I've never heard that word before."

"Coincidentally, we actually don't know, it's those iron men who are talking about it! Anyway, we just know that this thing can transport things!"

The young man had just finished speaking with a smile when someone next to him said, "It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it, you can earn money anyway!"

Palu couldn't help asking.

"Where is this going to take the goods?"

A tanned worker replied.

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

"Pull people?!" Palu's eyes widened, and his eyes were filled with disbelief that these few sticks could pull people away.

Seeing his shocked appearance, the young man said with a smile.

"Yes! I heard that the car runs very fast on the track. People who live in the suburbs can come to work in the port area in the future!"

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

"Then...how much will you pay? How much will the iron men pay you a month?"

Speaking of the wages, the dark-skinned worker grinned the corner of his mouth and said with a smug smile.

"2200 gallons!"

"2200 gallons?!"

Hearing this number, Palu was taken aback again, and secretly calculated it in his heart.

Isn't this...

Can I exchange 55kg 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 for the citizens of this settlement. The price of corn has also changed from the original one gallon to one tael , rose to 1 gallons a tael.

Equivalent to 20 gallons per catty.

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

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

Palu couldn't figure out how many catties of beans could be exchanged for 2200 gallons, but he only got 1800 gallons after working for a month.

The income of these coolies is even higher than his!

"Why are there so many!? I remember that the recruitment... didn't it say 1600 gallons?" Palu couldn't help but asked jealously.

The workers laughed again.

"That's the basic salary! In addition to the basic salary, we also got a bonus of 600 gallons last month!"

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

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

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

"I'll drop by and get some refried beans."

"Where did you get the wine?!"

"Hey, let me tell you quietly, those iron men never finished drinking..."

A group of people seemed to have had enough rest, climbed up from the pit along the ladder, and returned the work hats to the shelf beside them.

Palu looked at them blankly, as if seeing something different in the sweaty lads, but couldn't explain why.

There were many people who worked as coolies before, but he had never seen anyone who could still smile after finishing their work.

Do not--

To be precise, he had never seen those slaves finish their work, let alone think about what to eat after they finished work.

perhaps……

The world has really changed.

Palu left with a worried face, went to the next branch of the Port Guard Bureau, and found the director of the branch here after being reminded by his colleagues.

Knocking on the door of the office, he walked in, and was glad to see that the branch chief sitting there was about the same age as him, in his thirties.

Moreover, the lighter complexion looks like a citizen who is rarely exposed to wind and rain, and his knowledgeable temperament is more like a decent cultural person.

Palu subconsciously took on some humility, slowed down the pace of entering the door, and handed out the file bag in his hand with a friendly smile.

"Basiak asked me to bring it."

The director looked at him and said in surprise.

"So fast?"

As he spoke, he quickly reached out to take the file bag from Palu, tore off the seal, took out a thick stack of documents inside, and flipped through it roughly in his hand.

After a moment, he nodded approvingly.

"That's right, thank that kid for me later, I will write to your branch office to thank him for his cooperation."

Although a little jealous in his heart, Palu still nodded with a smile on his face.

"I'll pass it on for you."

Having said that, he paused again, and couldn't help but ask a question.

"By the way, Director, I can conveniently ask... what are these papers?"

The chief took a sip of tea from his cup, moistened his throat, and said concisely.

"Registration documents."

Palu froze for a moment.

"Household registration?"

"That's right, at the request of those iron men. Recently, many refugees swam from the Yongliu River. According to them, there was a famine 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 names, ages, genders, street where they live, etc... The people living in your port area are all people with status, but our side is much more troublesome. There are shacks everywhere, some working in the port The guy didn't go home for several days, thanks to your cooperation."

As he said that, the branch chief who was sitting at the desk pinched his brows with some headaches, and it was obvious that he had been worrying about this matter for a while.

Palu was stunned after hearing this.

He did hear a little rumor that the Governor's Mansion planned to issue something called an ID card to the residents of King Gallon Port.

At that time, he was still rejoicing in his heart that these iron men finally planned to do something really good, such as completely distinguishing the rat people from the crowd for them, but he didn't expect that only these things were registered.

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

To his disappointment, however, the man just looked at him blankly.

"That's all, what else?"

"It's nothing..." Palu suddenly lost his mind, turned and left the office under a pair of confused eyes.

In fact, he was quite looking forward to the picture of a horse 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 exhausted body towards home. The rising sun made his neck and back a little hot.

Muttering curses on the mouse that stole his time home, he quickened his pace to get back before the street heat up.

However, just as he stepped over the house door, the eight o'clock bell sounded from the direction of the port, startling a seagull lying on the eaves.

Palu's old face blushed involuntarily.

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

……

Just after eight o'clock, when the sun coated Jin Gallon Harbor with a golden layer, the sky on the west coast of Borneo Province was still a hazy twilight.

A majestic giant freighter is slowly approaching the newly built concrete pier, and connected to the pier is a moss-like shack growing densely on the loess.

A man in a neat military uniform was standing on the deck, looking at the port in front of him that was bathed in the morning light with a smile on his face.

"Xifan Port, Xifan City, and even the fertile Nasit State adjacent to it...everything here is our spoils, and it's also the spoils of your father, Mr. Benoit. Pick a better one Let’s take a picture of it from the right angle, remember to let the morning light just shine on the bow of our boat, I like the feeling of sparkling.”

Penny, who was standing behind him, sighed helplessly, took a few pictures towards the port and the bow, then shook her hair on her shoulders and said.

"Then I'm afraid we'll have to stay on deck for another hour... Besides, Honorable Governor Huye, you don't have to teach me how to take pictures, I know how to take pictures of your ship big and beautiful. Either I give you the camera, How about you come and take pictures for me?"

The man was taken aback when he heard the words, and then laughed heartily a few times, but he didn't reach out to take the camera.

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

"Then leave it to you!"

(End of this chapter)