Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

The risk of real people entering is too high, but it does not mean that this alien world has no development value.

First of all, a completely new world that is completely different from the earth has immeasurable scientific research value no matter from the perspective of biological samples or social science and humanities.

Secondly, the players have worked so hard to grab...uh, the alien gold raised by them has been circulated to the earth plane, and it has already saved many small processing factories in the province of G that are on the verge of bankruptcy—it is only consumed by aliens. The lost instant noodle cakes have revitalized two agricultural and sideline products processing enterprises in Anshi townships.

For the entire Huaxia Kingdom, the current orders from other worlds are indeed a drop in the bucket; but for Province G, a backward province that lacks heavy industry and has no competitiveness in light industry in China, rounding it up can be regarded as a timely gift—like This time, Yang bought a large number of eggs through the meat joint factory, which relieved the feed pressure of a group of farmers in a certain township.

In order to solve the domestic overcapacity problem and make friends all over the world (of course, by the way, buying resources around the world, improving the country's international voice and so on), the government has personally stepped forward to open up markets for Huaxia's enterprises, not once or twice; To turn this alien world into a place for product dumping, the Chinese government must have enough enthusiasm.

Even if outsiders can't produce enough gold, Chinese people are willing to do business. Minerals, timber, special biological samples, jewelry, jade and artwork, etc., there are always outsiders who can get it.

As for the additional benefits brought about by "logging in" to this world in the game mode, they are all added to the list—anyway, if Yang wants to count on the support of the state, he will definitely have to provide a steady stream of helmets.

In short... As long as Yang, the mastermind behind the scenes, does not break through the bottom line of the country, it is necessary to maintain a good cooperative relationship and win-win cooperation!

Zhao Zhenzhen used her knees to figure out that Yang was not satisfied with only controlling Westem, this guy must have even followed Inadoli to play this kind of scheming.

So from Zhao Zhenzhen's standpoint, of course, she insisted on the principle - resolutely not to interfere in the internal affairs of other countries.

Yang's identity is a magician, and is recognized as a spellcaster by the natives of this world; Rex, the lord of Westem, belongs to Yang, and Yang supports (pushes) Rex, who is an indigenous lord, to fight with Inard The established aristocratic families compete for the right to rule-this undoubtedly belongs to the internal affairs of other countries.

But... She is now the account holder of the toolman in the game "Outsider World", and she is also counted as a player after rounding up. What's the problem with the player completing the task issued by the lord NPC?

No problem!

The earthlings must have the moral standards of the earthlings, and the players must also have the moral standards of the players!

When St. Joseph Street in Inadoli city was brightly lit, outside the north city gate, a slum area as large as half of Westham was completely dark, and only a handful of houses were still lit with dim butter lamps.

John, a resident of the slums, and two young people who made good friends gathered in a shed near the west entrance, talking in a low voice while looking out through the gaps in the straw curtains from time to time.

"That 'Mr. Salt' distributed salt to everyone living in John's area last night. I don't know if he will come again today, and if he does, which side will he send it to." There was a big freckled man The boy asked curiously, "Who is this person? I have been delivering newspapers at the newspaper office for so long, and I have never heard of such a person appearing in Inadoli."

"Isn't it written in the newspaper? Even the gentlemen in the newspaper office don't know?" Another young man who was an apprentice in the workshop asked.

"No." The freckled boy shook his head, "Today I specifically asked the gentleman in the newspaper office who was willing to talk to us, is there anyone who likes to give salt to others, and the gentleman said that he has never heard of such a thing."

"My mother saw 'Mr. Salt'." John frowned. "My mother said that man looked friendly, but I knew it was because he gave her salt."

"Could this guy be a bad guy, John?" The freckled boy opened his eyes wide.

"I don't know. But Uncle Duck, who I go to help at his house every fall, used to be a beggar in the city. You know, it's the kind of person in the tavern area on St. Joseph Avenue. Duck used to be Uncle hangs around there." John said, "Uncle Duck always said that if someone treats you nicely for no reason, then he must be trying to get something from you."

The freckled boy and the apprentice looked at each other, both of them were very confused: "The person who can give so much salt to others casually, still thinks of us poor people who live outside the city?"

John looked confused... This is indeed what he couldn't figure out.

The street gangs in the city sometimes come to them to pick out tough young men, and if a family has a beautiful daughter, there are also bar owners who come to strike up a conversation.

But apart from the ruthless people who dare to join the gang, and the good-looking young girls, there is really nothing worth looking at in the other residents of the slums...

"Huh?" The freckled boy suddenly pressed his face against the straw curtains, and whispered excitedly, "Come and see, someone is coming!"

John moved his head quickly.

Under the moonlight, a tall man wearing a cloak and carrying a large backpack was stepping into the slums densely packed with shacks.

John opened his mouth wide and heard himself and his companions inhale.

What a tall and strong man this is, he is as tall as other people's houses (sheds)!

Those "big brothers" in street gangs are not even two-thirds the size of this man!

The man who moved like an iron tower did not go in the direction where the three of John were hiding, but turned into the narrow alley on the other side.

Starting from the first family at the alley, repeat the action of gently knocking on the door and stuffing things into the windows that are generally blocked by straw curtains.

"Is this distributing salt? To the people who live in that area?" The freckled boy was surprised and excited when he saw this scene.

John and the apprentice didn't make a sound. They both stared wide-eyed and watched the man send out several houses at the entrance of the alley, and then walked deeper into the alley, where his figure disappeared into the dense sheds.

"I, do we want to go out and have a look?" The apprentice swallowed nervously.

John wanted to nod, he was so curious... But thinking about the oppressive figure of the other party, he still shook his head rationally.

"It's better...pretend you didn't see it." John reluctantly said, "This person came here after dark, as if he didn't want to be seen. If it disturbs him and makes him unhappy, if he doesn't continue to give others salt... ...then we will be hated."

The freckled boy was shocked, and quickly said: "Yes, yes, I almost forgot about this, let's not disturb anyone."

The apprentice also reacted and nodded repeatedly.

Salt is not a rare commodity. In the city of Inadoli, there will be a row of five-jin salt jars at the bottom of the shelves of every grocery store.

But... These sea salts from the Norsk Federation in the east are not cheap. A jar of salt costs two silver coins, which is worth a week and a half of the income of a waiter in a mid-range restaurant in Nancheng District.

Not to mention residents in slums, ordinary people in the city have to calculate their expenses in advance when they need to buy salt, or choose to buy jars of salt with relatives, friends and neighbors, and then pack them by themselves.

If the amount of salt used by the common people in the city is at the level of "just have a taste of salt", then the highest pursuit of the poor in the shantytowns has to be at the level of "spare the salt"... It doesn't matter whether there is a salt taste or not, in short, let the salt go That's right.

Being able to pick up a small bag of salt for nothing is a great thing for the residents of the slums; if everyone doesn’t return it, some people get it, but others don’t, and the reason why these people didn’t get it is still someone Something bad happened... the person who did that bad thing will definitely be in bad luck.

What young people like John understand, the older residents obviously understand too. No one went out rashly until "Mr. Salt" finished distributing the houses in this alley and left.

But... as soon as "Mr. Salt" left, many people ran out of their small huts, eagerly asking if all the families in that alley got salt...

While Zhao Zhenzhen was working hard to create a civilian hero for the exorcist vest of "Von Alphonse", something happened quietly in Westem on the other side.

As soon as night fell, the two groups of people lurking on Martin Street started to move, one headed towards the Town Hall, and the other headed for the Shelter on Town Middle Avenue, the collective dormitory for the town hall clerks.

Rex hopes to encourage young men and women who have been persecuted to participate in normal social work, and naturally will not separate Ms. Shirley, Ms. Siebel and others who have come out of the haze of the past from others.

The women and men who have become official clerks still live in two shelters with their former companions. Their transformation from body and soul to soul, and their more and more calm and confident smiles are what others learn to imitate Best role model.

Walton had met "Charlie Rex" before, and he was not suitable for the task of sneaking into the town hall; he led his elite scouts and walked out of the shelter along the route he had stepped on during the day.

As soon as Walton poked his head out of the shadow of the building and saw the gate of the shelter, he saw several security guards dragging a muddy man out of the alley next to the gate wall, throwing him on the street and rushing up. Punching and kicking:

"Do you know where this is, huh? Come here to find a woman? Tired of work?!"

"It's your bastards that make us have to watch the night every day! We have to watch the night every day!"

Walton: "??"

Walton retreated into the shadows in amazement, and looked around the shelter intently.

It was only then that I discovered that... during the day, there is no defense force, and only some thin and weak men and women enter and exit the shelter. At night, it can be described as "impregnable"-the inside and outside of the gate, and the surrounding walls, are all security guards in groups of two or three!

Walton: "..."

He suddenly remembered one thing, those capable clerks he saw during the day were indeed quite good looking.

A native of Westham, he has never shied away from the fact that the town hall's clerks are all former red-light district practitioners.

The red light district is closed, and all the practitioners are concentrated in one place. In the dead of night, some inferior men who can't control their primitive instincts are indeed likely to come to find trouble—let alone this kind of place where the former red light district practitioners live together. It is not uncommon to see doors and windows smashed by the National People's Congress at night in places with poor security in cities where only women live.

All the important clerks live here, and Rex will definitely pay attention to the security here. It is only logical that the security guards on duty at night focus on deploying defenses in this area...

Walton also wanted to rush out and kick the boring man who was being beaten up by the security guards—a well-planned action unexpectedly fell for such a nonsense reason! !

Behind the angry Walton, there is a residential house tens of meters away.

"Razor" Hal Maxwell, Ranger Tuttle Joe and Treasure Master Pansy, three ex-thieves with more experience in lurking in the night, squatted quietly like wild cats hunting for food. On the roof of someone's house.

"This group of idiots can actually be trapped by a group of militiamen, what a waste." Hal said in disgust, "Just buy a few drunks to fight and make trouble to distract the militiamen's attention, idiot!"