In the screening room, Sberger saw countless possibilities in the future.
Also, as Ibers said, in most computer-deduced endings, he did not stand in the middle of the stage, or even appeared on the stage.
There are not only workers in this settlement, although they are the first to awaken people in the world line where he is.
For example, in the finale of No. 217, the camera focuses the most on the Melvin family’s youngest daughter.
From the time the little girl saw the first newspaper, she was actively persuading her father.
Although her views are naive, the problems she discovered are real.
Melvin, who loved her, finally realized some problems and tried to promote a top-down reform, but the end result was the tragic death of the family.
Those inappropriate and irrelevant pictures were replaced by lines of cold text.
Speller breathed a sigh of relief.
He was happy to see how Mr. Stephen died, but he couldn't bear to see a little girl he had never met with died with them, especially such a kind girl.
For example, in the ending of No. 269, the camera focuses the most on a green-haired girl, and a red-haired girl appears. One of them lost their arms and eyes in the Rock City, and the other lost a leg during the mission. Their shared miserable experiences and trauma brought them together.
This time we united the mercenaries, and the opportunity was the wave after the cold winter last year.
Although the mercenaries did not have the power armor, they were unexpectedly able to fight when facing the militia regiment that they ordered. They had particularly rich urban warfare experience and even entered the inner city. The Stone City finally seemed to have become a mercenary city-state.
Everything has changed, but it seems like it hasn't changed.
By the way, there was no alliance in this deduction, after all, the alliance had not appeared at that time.
Obviously, this machine is not really predicting the future, it just helps them dig out various possibilities in the future from what happened in the past.
However……
No matter which ending it is, there is no good ending he expected.
The fate of this settlement seemed to be destined from the beginning, and this was the place where Spberg felt most desperate, as if nothing was meaningless.
So he tried to drag the progress bar forward and go back to a century and a half ago, or even two centuries ago, trying to find the answer from the possibility that it had collapsed into facts.
It is precisely because of this that he saw many things that shocked him...
As he wrote in the story of Boer the Awakened, the Rock City was not built in one day.
Now he has to add another sentence.
Each settlement has a wonderful start.
They all longed for a bright future...
……
The war broke out and then ended, and with the establishment of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, the prosperity era came to an end.
The first fifty years were difficult, but also hopeful.
The Post-War Reconstruction Committee did not give up on the survivors who remained on the surface, but more importantly, the survivors who remained on the wasteland did not give up on themselves.
The Ministry of Defense taught local survivors to use weapons and form militia regiments to block the threat of the wave.
The Technology Department organized a scavenger pickup team to mobilize everyone to go to the dilapidated city to search for useful materials and recycle high-value technology from them.
The production department is responsible for organizing production, helping local survivors build factories that are not as advanced but useful, and transport some supplies from other places from time to time.
The giant wall was also built at that time.
It was not something that was transformed out of thin air, nor was it the rumors that fell from the sky, but was covered by the first generation of managers in the ice and snow.
Yes, it's that simple.
Ordinary and great.
The huge wall was not very high at that time, just enough. After all, there were not many fruit entities that could fly and jump, and slime mold was not the main threat to survival.
The tenants of the Giant Stone Building were the most capable survivors, so everyone trusted them and handed the power to their hands with confidence, so there was a saying about the inner city.
Black cards are like giant walls, and they didn't have them at the beginning.
In 2174, in the 45th year of the Wasteland Era, the Post-War Reconstruction Committee fell apart due to internal contradictions, and a large number of outstanding talents were withdrawn from the Stone 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 stayed were real warriors.
They are as brave as their fathers, and always stand with people who really need help when the crisis comes, whether they are facing a cold winter that they have never seen before or a alien species that they have never seen before.
They melted the ice and snow with their ideals, ignited the fire, and smelted the steel.
They despise the guys who have betrayed their ideals, they abandon all unrealistic fantasies, and they only believe in the fellows who stayed with them.
They want to be their own saviors!
Although the aid from the War Construction Committee has ended, the future of the Rock City seems to be brighter.
They opened the huge walls and accepted the wandering survivors. When the wave came, they rushed to the front. Wherever there was danger, there were residents holding black cards.
They not only do it themselves, but also call on everyone to mobilize scavengers to explore the ruins, build outposts to collect resources, and develop them into small but reliable villages.
They no longer need the support of the production department, nor do they expect the selfish guys to unite again, and they take the initiative to go to a deserted south to look for hope.
Maybe it was moved by their courage, or maybe it was just the time.
Five years later, the endless cold winter ended, everything regained the motivation to grow, and a large number of refuges were also unsealed.
They began to accept some blue jackets that were unclear about the situation and told those stupid guys that the War Construction Committee had disbanded, and you either go back to sleep or stay and join us.
Whether you want to or not, now we can only rely on ourselves.
As we all know, most of the blue jackets are enthusiastic guys, and many old popsicles feel guilty about their compatriots who stay on the surface and suffer.
Therefore, when those who had suffered many tortures reached out to them, they were moved and wished to give their lives to these pity people.
What the shelter brings is not only the black box, but also the technology and the idea that will shine.
The arrival of the blue jacket injected new blood into the Stone City. They used pre-war technology to help survivors further improve the tools left over from the production department, and even repaired a group of power armors that the Ministry of Defense didn't know how to repair. They also learned from the researchers of the Technology Department to try to get archaeological from the evolutionary bodies in the city center.
From then on, the Rock City almost became a lighthouse that shines across the southern part of the valley province...
But what surprised Sberger was that in this history that had happened, there seemed to be no sign of the city lord from beginning to end.
The residents of the inner city only mentioned in a few words that there is an AI that assists in the management of the Stone City, which controls the security system of the entire Stone Building, and has no extra capabilities.
After the disbandment of the War Construction Committee, the Great Rift Valley gave them the same thing as self-protection. Out of some concerns, everyone decided unanimously to put the self-protection thing in the hands of the city lord.
It would hardly participate in the normal affairs of the Rock except for limited communication with the militia.
Even limited communication mostly only occurs when Inspur and the relevant forces of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee try to enter the vicinity of the Big Rock City.
This is part of that ancient contract. After everyone splits up, they don’t interfere with each other and focus on their own affairs.
There is no profound conspiracy.
However, although the AI named Fang Ming has a low presence, it doesn’t matter.
Originally, the Stone City was not built by him, and the survivors themselves did a good job, and they would get better and better.
Until one day, Speller suddenly discovered that the originally beautiful fairy tale gradually changed...
In the holographic image, a major issue is being discussed in the wide conference hall.
A serious man stood on the table with his hands and looked at the attendees.
More and more people are living in settlements, and the material management methods in the past are becoming less and less effective.Workers will become more and more skilled, and machines will become more and more advanced. This is a natural objective law.We don’t use soap. Some people need shower gel and some people need shampoo. Everyone wants to be a little pleasing to the eye. I think this is a reasonable demand.The same is true for food. It is impossible for every meal to be filled with bread and sausage slices. We can start to consider enriching varieties of food.
However, it is impossible to decide how many different types of goods are produced each day through established forms, nor can we expect everyone to consume only the little they need.If you continue like this, let alone soap and sausage, even concrete blocks will become scarce!
I suggest that society decide what it needs and where the excess productivity and resources should flow.Therefore, we need to invent a tool that allows invisible supply and demand relationships to be seen, a tool that has appeared in history!
As he said that, he took out a white chip.
That is the smallest face value.
Everyone whispered in the conference room.
One person stood up and asked.
This is……?
The serious-looking man continued.
Bargaining chips!
It can replace currency!
Although it is obviously not as good as the credit point we have used, it can at least reflect the supply and demand relationship!
Everyone's faces were full of concerns.
They feel this is not a good thing.
Soon a participant stood up and raised objections.
I know what you want to express, using traditional currency pairs from pre-Boom Era?But the supply and demand relationship it reflects is still lagging, and we have proven that there is a better way!
The proposer nodded.
That's right!But the 'better way' is not useful now. We don't have that much computing power or production tools.The productivity level of our settlements is not much different from the pre-prosperity era. Even if the "chips" are things picked out from the garbage dump, they are better than the method we are using!
The conference hall was in a quarrel.
It was not 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 sound, and his pupils were full of respect and trust.
He was the first inhabitants of the Stone City, from the era of the Wasteland Era, and had not been dormant for a day. He is now over a hundred years old.
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 unruly inner city residents would not help but lower their eyebrows when they looked at him.
No one would doubt his wisdom and correctness.
Even if there is no crown on his head.
However, this time, the old man did not give his own opinion, but simply cleared his throat and raised his right hand.
Same as before.
Vote.
……
The chips were used as currency and passed the deliberation of the inner city residents without any suspense. After all, their original method really didn't work.
Many times, what everyone needs is not the best method, but a useful method.
But there is still a problem here.
The credit points of the prosperity era will not allow the allocators 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 call that name, it cannot change the essence of money.
There is a problem with any old-age currency, which is that since the supply and demand relationship of its response is lagging, it will lead to more benefits for distributors in the market.
That is, the person who cuts the cake gets the most cake, the person who divides the cake gets the least.
The original intention of people inventing money was to make money serve people, but often in the end they turned upside down and people became slaves serving money.
Of course, humans are not stubborn animals. Many means outside of currency can slow down the uneven distribution of resources generated by currency.
For example, through visible or invisible hands, take away the cake from the hands of the person cutting the cake and stuff it to other people who need it.
However, this does not change the nature of money.
Perhaps it was precisely what it saw, an expert from the shelter suggested.
Unconstrained chips can cause new trouble, and we may not have enough time to adjust it so that it can meet our needs at all times.I am worried that one day in the future, our children will treat chips as toys, which will reverse our original intention and purpose of launching chips, so I suggest...at least the residents of the inner city are not allowed to participate 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, and we can't let us watch those who hold chips live a good life, but we live by the air, right?
These are two different things. The experts at the shelter said seriously that we can pay ourselves, but we cannot hold the faucet and carry the bucket to collect water ourselves. This is contradictory!
More people agreed.
Although he was an expert born in a shelter and wore a blue jacket, his identity was never a problem here and he could talk about anything.
Besides, his words are indeed fine.
The chips themselves were released from them, and they pretended to be clever and put them back. This was so strange!
The oldest man didn't say anything 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 as cells can metabolize, people will also be able to replace old bones like them, so that their society will become younger and more energetic.
The elderly think it might be better if they don’t speak.
After all, as soon as he spoke, even if he only said one word, people would immediately stop talking and cast hopeful eyes at him.
What he feared the most was those people looking at him with that look.
He knew very well that he was not as wise as they thought, and he was confused, and the older he was, the more he was.
Since that's the case, I'll say nothing.
Young people should decide their future, just like he decided to stay twice.
Only when people are truly faced with choices can they prove that they are truly brave, rather than cowards pretending to be big-tailed wolf.
He has delivered an answer that satisfies himself, and it is time for him to live his life.
Actually they did a pretty good job.
After he is gone, Mr. Fang Ming will take care of them for him...
……
Time has gone forward ten years.
The old man finally left, the young man turned into a middle-aged man, with a hint of stability between his eyebrows.
He used to be just going forward, but now he has learned how to win over and unite potential supporters.
The most important thing is that he finally understood 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 did not speak directly, but clenched his right fist into a fist.
He aroused people's enthusiasm with his passion, making his fists rise like the rising sun, as his gradually rising voice rise.
Friends!The Stone City is great enough. We have protected more than 500,000 survivors. We have built a taller wall. We have leaned against the wall and looked forward to us. The wealth we have created has attracted the attention of the entire wasteland!
Our miracle is obvious to all survivors!
He successfully caught the attention of young people.
The inner city residents who were about his age vaguely felt something was wrong, but there was really nothing to refute this sentence.
In fact, they couldn't help but feel proud, but they rarely expressed it in a hot tone and emotion like him.
Although the wasteland has not yet ended, they have ended the wasteland era in a limited range, which is a very amazing thing.
They even left the giant wall cover left to them by the Post-War Reconstruction Committee higher, and built entirely by themselves without anyone’s help.
This is much better than the gophers who still huddled in shelters for winter.
Of course, this does not include the blue gophers that have helped them.Those gophers are different and have become part of them.
The middle-aged man suddenly changed his mind and continued.
...However, we, who have created countless miracles, can only live in a room less than fifty square meters with a little chip. Is this the equality we want?This is simply unequal!
Just outside this window, those merchants opened restaurants and bars under our feet!They drink and have fun all day long, sprinkle lots of chips into the sky, allowing men, women, children, and the elderly to cheer for them, and even kiss their leather shoes!Those who don’t know think that they created the Stone City!
His voice was filled with hatred.
He hated those guys who used chips to humiliate his people.
And those who are humiliated wantonly have no shame.
They would rather lick the shoes of those merchants than bend down to them, such as the real nobles, and even say a compliment!
For example, Master, thank you for your hard work!, or something similar.
If the previous sentence awakens people's pride, then his sentence completely ignites the fire in people's hearts.
There is anger and a fire of desire.
…What do we have to do!At least the rules must allow us to get more chips too!Instead of waiting for the AI named Fang Ming to give us like a beggar!
That belongs to us!
There were countless voices responding to the audience.
Well said!
People raised their hands in anger.
Why did those thieves steal my fruits!
This is the greatest injustice!
The shelter expert who once sang against him is old.
The old man tried to calm the fanaticism that permeated the conference hall, but it was too late, and any gentle words were pale and powerless at this time.
He could only look at the ambitious middle-aged man with a solicitation gaze, even a pleading look.
You say equality...but the black card itself is already unequal enough. We can increase the treatment of everyone, limit the expenses of those profiteers, such as asking them to pay more taxes, and forbid them to take off people's clothes in the bar... There are still many ways.
These are two different things!The middle-aged man retorted without hesitation that we are now discussing bargaining chips!Those rich merchants can squander freely, and we have to discuss here like ascetics how to make them live better. People even forget who made them live a good life!My father died in the pioneering team, and if he was still alive, he would definitely feel ashamed of today's Rock City!
He knows.
When he said this, no one could stop him anymore.
After all, Blue Gopher has never sacrificed such a sacrifice for the Stone City.
Most of the people here are descendants of heroes, and their ancestors have given more or less sweat and even life.
This is no longer just a matter of fairness, but also about the justice in their hearts.
He thought he didn't ask for much, just asking those who were blinded by money to look up and look at them, the real heroes.
They may not be as great as their parents, but they have also done a lot of things.
The middle-aged man cleared his throat and looked at the silent blue jackets and proposed a compromise that could win over the conservatives.
He didn't plan to open the window at once, but he could open a gap first and then pry it slowly.
Those businessmen have suggested to us that they are also part of the Rock City, and they should also participate in public affairs and have the right to obtain black cards... But if we do not change the past rules, we will not be able to accept them.
You said that the power of black cards is unequal, and I feel so too.That being the case, we made some changes to allow some outside wasteland tourists to join us.In exchange, we can also come out and earn chips from now on.
Let’s admit it, the old method is outdated!It's time to turn the story with the past!Smarter and more capable people must be allowed to dominate more resources and more bargaining chips!
Voting session.
He won without surprise.
Although not completely winning.
The parliament discussed a compromise solution, adding a few words to the original rule, so that the change would not be very big and all controversy would be calmed down.
The previous rule was that inner city residents were not allowed to make chips after the game. They changed it to In principle, inner city residents were not suitable to make chips after the game, and used it as a ancestral teaching to educate the next generation that inner city residents would make chips after the game.
This adds a moral bond, and not only does the binding force not weaken, but in theory it should become stronger.
Most people vaguely feel that this is not appropriate.
Add water to the noodles if there is too much water, and add noodles if there is too much water. In fact, it is not a good idea.
Even the chef who cooks the dishes knows that he will face the dilemma of kneading more and more, and in the end he has no idea what to do.
But some things are like cigarettes. People who have smoked them often find it hard to help but stop taking a sip. They will regret it until they see the mottled yellow teeth. Why didn’t they take it easy at the beginning?
Do you think you can do better than they do?
A sudden voice came from behind, interrupting Sberg's thoughts.
He turned around and saw a man with a blank expression.
You... Are you Mr. Fang Ming?
Yes.
Sberg probably guessed that the man in front of him was not a human, he was just an AI to assist the residents of the inner city to manage the affairs of the Stone City.
It is like the operating system of a machine, and it is also a part of the machine.
Sberg's Adam's apple moved and looked at him with a desperate expression.
We... are just an experiment?
Fang Ming answered expressionlessly.
no.
This answer made Sberg feel a little better.
But he still couldn't understand.
After a long silence, he said in a hoarse voice with a hint of questioning tone.
The oldest... that first generation resident, he asked you to take good care of his descendants. You clearly see it all, why don’t you do anything?
Why?Fang Ming repeated his words intact and looked at him intently. You actually asked me why I did nothing.
Do you know?The most disgusting and annoying thing about creatures like you is that they always fantasize about ‘others’ coming to help you, and they always want to push your troubles to other things, regardless of whether they are human or not.
Speller looked at him in surprise, not understanding why he suddenly became so angry.
Fang Ming continued expressionlessly.
When you are hungry, you fantasize that the Savior will give you bread. When you are in pain, you fantasize that the Savior will give you painkillers.Now, you, a descendant of a human, shamelessly questioned me, why did the ‘City Lord’ watch helplessly?Your father, your grandpa...hasn't there any animal that makes a sound that tells you that I'm just an AI called the 'City Lord' because they hope that the city will never have a 'Master', and that everything I can do is what you let me do.
Looking at the ignorant Sberg, Fang Ming suddenly had a faint pity on his expressionless face.
Although that is only a little bit.
What a pity, I am not the savior you imagine, and at most I can be considered a supervisor.You beg me to think of a solution, but you might as well pray to the bread directly, hoping that it would better fall from the sky by itself.Anyway, you have invented it, aren’t you?Your thoughts, your technology, your methods, do you think as long as someone knows how it comes from, as long as you know it is called bread, it will grow out of the shelves by itself in the future, right?
The screening room is right at your feet, and you can come in and talk to it at any time.Then you did the stupidest thing, you locked the room completely, and I allowed you to stand here simply because people thought you were dead.
Sberg defended in a cold sweat.
That...is not what we asked for!
Fang Ming looked at him expressionlessly.
so what?Did you refuse?
Sberg couldn't speak.
He didn't even know that there was such a thing, so how could he refuse the nobles and men to secretly close it.
To put it bluntly, he had never even seen a black card. Not to mention using it, he couldn't even hear what the men were discussing.
However, Fang Ming seemed to have seen through his thoughts and continued to say without any mercy.
The black card is nothing. If you finish reading the past of the Rock City, you should know that it is just a room card.If you want to say that it has any magic, it is also given to it, not me, an AI created by you.
In the end, you did nothing, and until the end you were still fantasizing about a great city lord who would do things for you that you didn't know what to do.You think that as long as he launches attacks on non-existent enemies for you, all problems can be solved and everything will be fine.
You should be glad that I kept my promise until the end, otherwise I will use the most convenient way to erase you from this ruins and let your problems disappear with the dirty creatures like you. This is true kindness.
Looking at Sberger who was silent, the man who was called the city lord slowly spoke and continued.
Answer your previous question, an old man who has been dead for many years does ask me to take care of you and ask me to return something he saved with me to you after you pass all the tests.
Sperger: ...What is that?
Something that can erase you from this planet.
Looking at Sberger with a fearful face, Fang Ming paused and continued.
Of course, it can also erase others, destroying each other is one of the guarantees of peace.
The old man had seen through you long ago. He knew that your cowardice and greed would harm him and everyone else, so he took the others to beg me, hoping that I would keep watching for him and see the end until you pass all the tests or die.And I have kept my promise... In the ending A you can see, all of you are dead, and there is a downward spiral, and there is no other possibility of redemption.
The voting is about to begin.
This is probably the last one.
He turned around and said with his back to the despairing Spberg.
Come with me.
I'll take you to see the finale.
……
Downstairs of Alliance Building, it is snowy and winter is almost the coldest.
Wearing a warm and expensive tweed coat, Melvin looked up at the building in front of him that had not yet been completely completed but had been put into use.
He had a lot of things to say in his heart, but he didn't know how to speak.
The inner city meeting started again.
As the president of Jishi City Bank and the honorable black card holder, he is the last person to be absent, but he really doesn't have the courage to face those two doubtful sights and scold and scold the shareholders and friends.
What's more, he didn't think they could reach any consensus at the meeting. It was not just bargaining chips, but also the black cards in their hands.
He admitted that he was an incompetent president.
He used everything he could think of, but it seemed that he was scratching his feet and still couldn't save the train that was accelerating and sliding towards the abyss.
perhaps……
Her daughter is right.
After all, that was indeed not a profound thing. Even some smart children could understand it... As long as she exchanged the doll in her hand for a 1-silver wooden hair card, the slum girl would have a new piece of clothing.
But just as he answered her at that celebration at that time
It's too late...?
Looking at the snow drifting with the heavy goose feathers, Melvin murmured to himself.
actually……
Not necessarily.
As long as the alliance is willing to fulfill its promise immediately and let a batch of silver-priced goods enter the huge wall instead of hesitating and procrastinating outside, everything will be fine!
It would be great if the league was willing to borrow him a loan!
Those unscrupulous merchants and poor people will not care about it for now. At least let his shareholders exchange their chips for silver coins first. After all, that's a lot of money!
A glimmer of hope rekindled in Melvin's eyes.
That person...
The man who stood on the stage and spoke passionately and vowed to completely end the wasteland era will definitely understand his difficulties!
He is a real charity!
The most dearest idealist!
Even the most despicable wasteland guest can be cared for by him, let alone a person who is truly capable?
A raging flame ignited in Melvin's eyes.
Praise the manager!
He has never liked this guy so much!
At this time, Old Charlie walked out of the main entrance of the building and said to Melvin.
Come with me, our managers are waiting for you in there.
My heart was pounding violently, Melvin squeezed a flattering smile from his face, nodding and bowing.
Thank you...thank you.
Old Charlie Pity glanced at him with sympathy, but in the end he didn't say thank you too early. He said it and took him into the building.
Walk through the stairs and corridors.
Melvin finally met the man who was speaking at the celebration again, and his heart once again seemed to have crawled with millions of ants.
Chu Guang stopped the pen in his hand and looked at him standing in the room.
You are here?
Melvin nodded in a hurry and said with a smile.
I'm here to apologize... Something happened to us before, and the city hall had to intercept some of the goods, so that there were a large number of default orders in the industrial area.We will urge companies whose factories pay their debts to you, and I hope these small situations will not affect our contracts.
Chu Guang said casually.
It doesn’t matter, I understand your difficulties. You can do whatever you say in the contract. The business transactions among the people are different from our cooperation.
Seeing that Chu Guang was so easy to talk, Melvin breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face became even more pleasant.
Thank you for your generosity and understanding!Can I...please ask you one more thing?
What's up?
The previous agreement on free exchange of chips and silver coins... Melvin smiled embarrassedly and said with his hands together, because of some unscrupulous reasons, I beg you to be able to cash our contract in advance, which will cause you trouble!
Why?
For... Looking at Chu Guang with his eyes and playing, a cold sweat broke out on Melvin's forehead and continued with a forced smile, "We have lent you so much money when you need help the most. Now we are facing a little difficulty. Shouldn't you help us?"
Seeing that Chu Guang's expression had not changed at all, he quickly continued.
certainly!I admit that it is difficult to ask you to do this immediately... We can discuss it, such as debt exchange!How about you give us 500 million silver coins and we exempt you from your debt of one billion chips?You will save a lot of money.
Five hundred million silver coins are enough to buy more than 500,000 tons of grain, which is enough for people in Giant Rock City to eat for four years!
Of course, he would not use it all to buy food, he would use most of it to buy industrial products to improve the lives of survivors of the Rock City.
This time he will do something seriously, reorganize the economy of Jishi City and restore the trade relations between the two sides to normal again.
Chu Guang said indifferently, but he lacked interest in his promises.
Is it a debt of one billion chips... But just a few days ago, we prepared all the principal and interest of what you said about the year after year and year after year.
Melvin's heart skipped a beat, and sweat as big as beans appeared on his forehead. Suddenly, his legs were limp and he knelt on the ground with a thump.
Please... Please be proud and let us go!Three billion chips!No, we have all forgiven your debts!As long as you are willing to give me 500 million silver coins... no, 400 million is fine!
Chu Guang looked at Melvin silently and suddenly sighed.
Get up.
Melvin did not move and even put his head on the ground.
Chu Guang was a little impatient.
I don't talk to the kneeling person. If you continue like this, I will let Lu Bei throw you out.
Melvin's shoulders trembled. He had no doubt that Chu Guang would do this, so he got up from the ground tremblingly.
Chu Guang glanced at the gray on his knees, then at his precious coat, and finally looked into his eyes.
Do you still think that it is the alliance that makes you what you are now?
Melvin remained silent.
Chu Guang knew that this guy wanted to nod. He thought from the bottom of his heart that everything was his fault, but he just wanted him and did not dare to say anything.
Although he didn't want to humiliate his opponent, Chu Guang couldn't help but say, looking at the humble face in the dust.
Why would you rather kneel in front of me and beg for mercy and carry the coffin to my room and cry, and you would not take your shareholders and discuss it with your residents.You are relying on chips and black cards, and now you are coming to beg me again.
When the chewing tribe came, you closed the door, refused to send a soldier, and shouted that you would throw our products out of your settlement, so that we would not make a bargaining chip... At that time, did you ever think that today we would help you in this way?
Why do you have the nerve to say that you have reached out to help us?We haven't even settled this old account with you!
Regret and pain together turned into bitter wine, blurring the pupils that gradually lost their light.
Melvin opened his mouth, like an old phonograph, muttering in despair.
Please, please be proud, as long as you are willing to help us overcome difficulties... we are willing to buy your things!From now on, you will be the owner of Qingquan City and the entire River Valley Province!What you say is what you are!We all listen to you. If you are dissatisfied with it, we will change it according to your requirements!
Although he knew in his heart that the matter had reached this point, Chu Guang would never use the blood of the alliance to feed the whale, which had only half breath left in the Giant Rock City.
But he couldn't help but pray humbly.
At least it's better than doing nothing.
This is the only thing he can do now...
Chu Guangpity looked at him with sympathy.
I have given you a chance, but you haven't even been able to survive this year. How can you convince me that 500 million silver coins can save your lives?And what you are doing at the moment makes me feel like I am playing the piano against a cow.
Unfortunately, you have always had the opportunity to brake and reexamine our relationship, our relationship with the wasteland.
However, your stupidity and naivety make me feel that your chips are really worthless.
Also, as Ibers said, in most computer-deduced endings, he did not stand in the middle of the stage, or even appeared on the stage.
There are not only workers in this settlement, although they are the first to awaken people in the world line where he is.
For example, in the finale of No. 217, the camera focuses the most on the Melvin family’s youngest daughter.
From the time the little girl saw the first newspaper, she was actively persuading her father.
Although her views are naive, the problems she discovered are real.
Melvin, who loved her, finally realized some problems and tried to promote a top-down reform, but the end result was the tragic death of the family.
Those inappropriate and irrelevant pictures were replaced by lines of cold text.
Speller breathed a sigh of relief.
He was happy to see how Mr. Stephen died, but he couldn't bear to see a little girl he had never met with died with them, especially such a kind girl.
For example, in the ending of No. 269, the camera focuses the most on a green-haired girl, and a red-haired girl appears. One of them lost their arms and eyes in the Rock City, and the other lost a leg during the mission. Their shared miserable experiences and trauma brought them together.
This time we united the mercenaries, and the opportunity was the wave after the cold winter last year.
Although the mercenaries did not have the power armor, they were unexpectedly able to fight when facing the militia regiment that they ordered. They had particularly rich urban warfare experience and even entered the inner city. The Stone City finally seemed to have become a mercenary city-state.
Everything has changed, but it seems like it hasn't changed.
By the way, there was no alliance in this deduction, after all, the alliance had not appeared at that time.
Obviously, this machine is not really predicting the future, it just helps them dig out various possibilities in the future from what happened in the past.
However……
No matter which ending it is, there is no good ending he expected.
The fate of this settlement seemed to be destined from the beginning, and this was the place where Spberg felt most desperate, as if nothing was meaningless.
So he tried to drag the progress bar forward and go back to a century and a half ago, or even two centuries ago, trying to find the answer from the possibility that it had collapsed into facts.
It is precisely because of this that he saw many things that shocked him...
As he wrote in the story of Boer the Awakened, the Rock City was not built in one day.
Now he has to add another sentence.
Each settlement has a wonderful start.
They all longed for a bright future...
……
The war broke out and then ended, and with the establishment of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, the prosperity era came to an end.
The first fifty years were difficult, but also hopeful.
The Post-War Reconstruction Committee did not give up on the survivors who remained on the surface, but more importantly, the survivors who remained on the wasteland did not give up on themselves.
The Ministry of Defense taught local survivors to use weapons and form militia regiments to block the threat of the wave.
The Technology Department organized a scavenger pickup team to mobilize everyone to go to the dilapidated city to search for useful materials and recycle high-value technology from them.
The production department is responsible for organizing production, helping local survivors build factories that are not as advanced but useful, and transport some supplies from other places from time to time.
The giant wall was also built at that time.
It was not something that was transformed out of thin air, nor was it the rumors that fell from the sky, but was covered by the first generation of managers in the ice and snow.
Yes, it's that simple.
Ordinary and great.
The huge wall was not very high at that time, just enough. After all, there were not many fruit entities that could fly and jump, and slime mold was not the main threat to survival.
The tenants of the Giant Stone Building were the most capable survivors, so everyone trusted them and handed the power to their hands with confidence, so there was a saying about the inner city.
Black cards are like giant walls, and they didn't have them at the beginning.
In 2174, in the 45th year of the Wasteland Era, the Post-War Reconstruction Committee fell apart due to internal contradictions, and a large number of outstanding talents were withdrawn from the Stone 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 stayed were real warriors.
They are as brave as their fathers, and always stand with people who really need help when the crisis comes, whether they are facing a cold winter that they have never seen before or a alien species that they have never seen before.
They melted the ice and snow with their ideals, ignited the fire, and smelted the steel.
They despise the guys who have betrayed their ideals, they abandon all unrealistic fantasies, and they only believe in the fellows who stayed with them.
They want to be their own saviors!
Although the aid from the War Construction Committee has ended, the future of the Rock City seems to be brighter.
They opened the huge walls and accepted the wandering survivors. When the wave came, they rushed to the front. Wherever there was danger, there were residents holding black cards.
They not only do it themselves, but also call on everyone to mobilize scavengers to explore the ruins, build outposts to collect resources, and develop them into small but reliable villages.
They no longer need the support of the production department, nor do they expect the selfish guys to unite again, and they take the initiative to go to a deserted south to look for hope.
Maybe it was moved by their courage, or maybe it was just the time.
Five years later, the endless cold winter ended, everything regained the motivation to grow, and a large number of refuges were also unsealed.
They began to accept some blue jackets that were unclear about the situation and told those stupid guys that the War Construction Committee had disbanded, and you either go back to sleep or stay and join us.
Whether you want to or not, now we can only rely on ourselves.
As we all know, most of the blue jackets are enthusiastic guys, and many old popsicles feel guilty about their compatriots who stay on the surface and suffer.
Therefore, when those who had suffered many tortures reached out to them, they were moved and wished to give their lives to these pity people.
What the shelter brings is not only the black box, but also the technology and the idea that will shine.
The arrival of the blue jacket injected new blood into the Stone City. They used pre-war technology to help survivors further improve the tools left over from the production department, and even repaired a group of power armors that the Ministry of Defense didn't know how to repair. They also learned from the researchers of the Technology Department to try to get archaeological from the evolutionary bodies in the city center.
From then on, the Rock City almost became a lighthouse that shines across the southern part of the valley province...
But what surprised Sberger was that in this history that had happened, there seemed to be no sign of the city lord from beginning to end.
The residents of the inner city only mentioned in a few words that there is an AI that assists in the management of the Stone City, which controls the security system of the entire Stone Building, and has no extra capabilities.
After the disbandment of the War Construction Committee, the Great Rift Valley gave them the same thing as self-protection. Out of some concerns, everyone decided unanimously to put the self-protection thing in the hands of the city lord.
It would hardly participate in the normal affairs of the Rock except for limited communication with the militia.
Even limited communication mostly only occurs when Inspur and the relevant forces of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee try to enter the vicinity of the Big Rock City.
This is part of that ancient contract. After everyone splits up, they don’t interfere with each other and focus on their own affairs.
There is no profound conspiracy.
However, although the AI named Fang Ming has a low presence, it doesn’t matter.
Originally, the Stone City was not built by him, and the survivors themselves did a good job, and they would get better and better.
Until one day, Speller suddenly discovered that the originally beautiful fairy tale gradually changed...
In the holographic image, a major issue is being discussed in the wide conference hall.
A serious man stood on the table with his hands and looked at the attendees.
More and more people are living in settlements, and the material management methods in the past are becoming less and less effective.Workers will become more and more skilled, and machines will become more and more advanced. This is a natural objective law.We don’t use soap. Some people need shower gel and some people need shampoo. Everyone wants to be a little pleasing to the eye. I think this is a reasonable demand.The same is true for food. It is impossible for every meal to be filled with bread and sausage slices. We can start to consider enriching varieties of food.
However, it is impossible to decide how many different types of goods are produced each day through established forms, nor can we expect everyone to consume only the little they need.If you continue like this, let alone soap and sausage, even concrete blocks will become scarce!
I suggest that society decide what it needs and where the excess productivity and resources should flow.Therefore, we need to invent a tool that allows invisible supply and demand relationships to be seen, a tool that has appeared in history!
As he said that, he took out a white chip.
That is the smallest face value.
Everyone whispered in the conference room.
One person stood up and asked.
This is……?
The serious-looking man continued.
Bargaining chips!
It can replace currency!
Although it is obviously not as good as the credit point we have used, it can at least reflect the supply and demand relationship!
Everyone's faces were full of concerns.
They feel this is not a good thing.
Soon a participant stood up and raised objections.
I know what you want to express, using traditional currency pairs from pre-Boom Era?But the supply and demand relationship it reflects is still lagging, and we have proven that there is a better way!
The proposer nodded.
That's right!But the 'better way' is not useful now. We don't have that much computing power or production tools.The productivity level of our settlements is not much different from the pre-prosperity era. Even if the "chips" are things picked out from the garbage dump, they are better than the method we are using!
The conference hall was in a quarrel.
It was not 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 sound, and his pupils were full of respect and trust.
He was the first inhabitants of the Stone City, from the era of the Wasteland Era, and had not been dormant for a day. He is now over a hundred years old.
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 unruly inner city residents would not help but lower their eyebrows when they looked at him.
No one would doubt his wisdom and correctness.
Even if there is no crown on his head.
However, this time, the old man did not give his own opinion, but simply cleared his throat and raised his right hand.
Same as before.
Vote.
……
The chips were used as currency and passed the deliberation of the inner city residents without any suspense. After all, their original method really didn't work.
Many times, what everyone needs is not the best method, but a useful method.
But there is still a problem here.
The credit points of the prosperity era will not allow the allocators 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 call that name, it cannot change the essence of money.
There is a problem with any old-age currency, which is that since the supply and demand relationship of its response is lagging, it will lead to more benefits for distributors in the market.
That is, the person who cuts the cake gets the most cake, the person who divides the cake gets the least.
The original intention of people inventing money was to make money serve people, but often in the end they turned upside down and people became slaves serving money.
Of course, humans are not stubborn animals. Many means outside of currency can slow down the uneven distribution of resources generated by currency.
For example, through visible or invisible hands, take away the cake from the hands of the person cutting the cake and stuff it to other people who need it.
However, this does not change the nature of money.
Perhaps it was precisely what it saw, an expert from the shelter suggested.
Unconstrained chips can cause new trouble, and we may not have enough time to adjust it so that it can meet our needs at all times.I am worried that one day in the future, our children will treat chips as toys, which will reverse our original intention and purpose of launching chips, so I suggest...at least the residents of the inner city are not allowed to participate 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, and we can't let us watch those who hold chips live a good life, but we live by the air, right?
These are two different things. The experts at the shelter said seriously that we can pay ourselves, but we cannot hold the faucet and carry the bucket to collect water ourselves. This is contradictory!
More people agreed.
Although he was an expert born in a shelter and wore a blue jacket, his identity was never a problem here and he could talk about anything.
Besides, his words are indeed fine.
The chips themselves were released from them, and they pretended to be clever and put them back. This was so strange!
The oldest man didn't say anything 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 as cells can metabolize, people will also be able to replace old bones like them, so that their society will become younger and more energetic.
The elderly think it might be better if they don’t speak.
After all, as soon as he spoke, even if he only said one word, people would immediately stop talking and cast hopeful eyes at him.
What he feared the most was those people looking at him with that look.
He knew very well that he was not as wise as they thought, and he was confused, and the older he was, the more he was.
Since that's the case, I'll say nothing.
Young people should decide their future, just like he decided to stay twice.
Only when people are truly faced with choices can they prove that they are truly brave, rather than cowards pretending to be big-tailed wolf.
He has delivered an answer that satisfies himself, and it is time for him to live his life.
Actually they did a pretty good job.
After he is gone, Mr. Fang Ming will take care of them for him...
……
Time has gone forward ten years.
The old man finally left, the young man turned into a middle-aged man, with a hint of stability between his eyebrows.
He used to be just going forward, but now he has learned how to win over and unite potential supporters.
The most important thing is that he finally understood 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 did not speak directly, but clenched his right fist into a fist.
He aroused people's enthusiasm with his passion, making his fists rise like the rising sun, as his gradually rising voice rise.
Friends!The Stone City is great enough. We have protected more than 500,000 survivors. We have built a taller wall. We have leaned against the wall and looked forward to us. The wealth we have created has attracted the attention of the entire wasteland!
Our miracle is obvious to all survivors!
He successfully caught the attention of young people.
The inner city residents who were about his age vaguely felt something was wrong, but there was really nothing to refute this sentence.
In fact, they couldn't help but feel proud, but they rarely expressed it in a hot tone and emotion like him.
Although the wasteland has not yet ended, they have ended the wasteland era in a limited range, which is a very amazing thing.
They even left the giant wall cover left to them by the Post-War Reconstruction Committee higher, and built entirely by themselves without anyone’s help.
This is much better than the gophers who still huddled in shelters for winter.
Of course, this does not include the blue gophers that have helped them.Those gophers are different and have become part of them.
The middle-aged man suddenly changed his mind and continued.
...However, we, who have created countless miracles, can only live in a room less than fifty square meters with a little chip. Is this the equality we want?This is simply unequal!
Just outside this window, those merchants opened restaurants and bars under our feet!They drink and have fun all day long, sprinkle lots of chips into the sky, allowing men, women, children, and the elderly to cheer for them, and even kiss their leather shoes!Those who don’t know think that they created the Stone City!
His voice was filled with hatred.
He hated those guys who used chips to humiliate his people.
And those who are humiliated wantonly have no shame.
They would rather lick the shoes of those merchants than bend down to them, such as the real nobles, and even say a compliment!
For example, Master, thank you for your hard work!, or something similar.
If the previous sentence awakens people's pride, then his sentence completely ignites the fire in people's hearts.
There is anger and a fire of desire.
…What do we have to do!At least the rules must allow us to get more chips too!Instead of waiting for the AI named Fang Ming to give us like a beggar!
That belongs to us!
There were countless voices responding to the audience.
Well said!
People raised their hands in anger.
Why did those thieves steal my fruits!
This is the greatest injustice!
The shelter expert who once sang against him is old.
The old man tried to calm the fanaticism that permeated the conference hall, but it was too late, and any gentle words were pale and powerless at this time.
He could only look at the ambitious middle-aged man with a solicitation gaze, even a pleading look.
You say equality...but the black card itself is already unequal enough. We can increase the treatment of everyone, limit the expenses of those profiteers, such as asking them to pay more taxes, and forbid them to take off people's clothes in the bar... There are still many ways.
These are two different things!The middle-aged man retorted without hesitation that we are now discussing bargaining chips!Those rich merchants can squander freely, and we have to discuss here like ascetics how to make them live better. People even forget who made them live a good life!My father died in the pioneering team, and if he was still alive, he would definitely feel ashamed of today's Rock City!
He knows.
When he said this, no one could stop him anymore.
After all, Blue Gopher has never sacrificed such a sacrifice for the Stone City.
Most of the people here are descendants of heroes, and their ancestors have given more or less sweat and even life.
This is no longer just a matter of fairness, but also about the justice in their hearts.
He thought he didn't ask for much, just asking those who were blinded by money to look up and look at them, the real heroes.
They may not be as great as their parents, but they have also done a lot of things.
The middle-aged man cleared his throat and looked at the silent blue jackets and proposed a compromise that could win over the conservatives.
He didn't plan to open the window at once, but he could open a gap first and then pry it slowly.
Those businessmen have suggested to us that they are also part of the Rock City, and they should also participate in public affairs and have the right to obtain black cards... But if we do not change the past rules, we will not be able to accept them.
You said that the power of black cards is unequal, and I feel so too.That being the case, we made some changes to allow some outside wasteland tourists to join us.In exchange, we can also come out and earn chips from now on.
Let’s admit it, the old method is outdated!It's time to turn the story with the past!Smarter and more capable people must be allowed to dominate more resources and more bargaining chips!
Voting session.
He won without surprise.
Although not completely winning.
The parliament discussed a compromise solution, adding a few words to the original rule, so that the change would not be very big and all controversy would be calmed down.
The previous rule was that inner city residents were not allowed to make chips after the game. They changed it to In principle, inner city residents were not suitable to make chips after the game, and used it as a ancestral teaching to educate the next generation that inner city residents would make chips after the game.
This adds a moral bond, and not only does the binding force not weaken, but in theory it should become stronger.
Most people vaguely feel that this is not appropriate.
Add water to the noodles if there is too much water, and add noodles if there is too much water. In fact, it is not a good idea.
Even the chef who cooks the dishes knows that he will face the dilemma of kneading more and more, and in the end he has no idea what to do.
But some things are like cigarettes. People who have smoked them often find it hard to help but stop taking a sip. They will regret it until they see the mottled yellow teeth. Why didn’t they take it easy at the beginning?
Do you think you can do better than they do?
A sudden voice came from behind, interrupting Sberg's thoughts.
He turned around and saw a man with a blank expression.
You... Are you Mr. Fang Ming?
Yes.
Sberg probably guessed that the man in front of him was not a human, he was just an AI to assist the residents of the inner city to manage the affairs of the Stone City.
It is like the operating system of a machine, and it is also a part of the machine.
Sberg's Adam's apple moved and looked at him with a desperate expression.
We... are just an experiment?
Fang Ming answered expressionlessly.
no.
This answer made Sberg feel a little better.
But he still couldn't understand.
After a long silence, he said in a hoarse voice with a hint of questioning tone.
The oldest... that first generation resident, he asked you to take good care of his descendants. You clearly see it all, why don’t you do anything?
Why?Fang Ming repeated his words intact and looked at him intently. You actually asked me why I did nothing.
Do you know?The most disgusting and annoying thing about creatures like you is that they always fantasize about ‘others’ coming to help you, and they always want to push your troubles to other things, regardless of whether they are human or not.
Speller looked at him in surprise, not understanding why he suddenly became so angry.
Fang Ming continued expressionlessly.
When you are hungry, you fantasize that the Savior will give you bread. When you are in pain, you fantasize that the Savior will give you painkillers.Now, you, a descendant of a human, shamelessly questioned me, why did the ‘City Lord’ watch helplessly?Your father, your grandpa...hasn't there any animal that makes a sound that tells you that I'm just an AI called the 'City Lord' because they hope that the city will never have a 'Master', and that everything I can do is what you let me do.
Looking at the ignorant Sberg, Fang Ming suddenly had a faint pity on his expressionless face.
Although that is only a little bit.
What a pity, I am not the savior you imagine, and at most I can be considered a supervisor.You beg me to think of a solution, but you might as well pray to the bread directly, hoping that it would better fall from the sky by itself.Anyway, you have invented it, aren’t you?Your thoughts, your technology, your methods, do you think as long as someone knows how it comes from, as long as you know it is called bread, it will grow out of the shelves by itself in the future, right?
The screening room is right at your feet, and you can come in and talk to it at any time.Then you did the stupidest thing, you locked the room completely, and I allowed you to stand here simply because people thought you were dead.
Sberg defended in a cold sweat.
That...is not what we asked for!
Fang Ming looked at him expressionlessly.
so what?Did you refuse?
Sberg couldn't speak.
He didn't even know that there was such a thing, so how could he refuse the nobles and men to secretly close it.
To put it bluntly, he had never even seen a black card. Not to mention using it, he couldn't even hear what the men were discussing.
However, Fang Ming seemed to have seen through his thoughts and continued to say without any mercy.
The black card is nothing. If you finish reading the past of the Rock City, you should know that it is just a room card.If you want to say that it has any magic, it is also given to it, not me, an AI created by you.
In the end, you did nothing, and until the end you were still fantasizing about a great city lord who would do things for you that you didn't know what to do.You think that as long as he launches attacks on non-existent enemies for you, all problems can be solved and everything will be fine.
You should be glad that I kept my promise until the end, otherwise I will use the most convenient way to erase you from this ruins and let your problems disappear with the dirty creatures like you. This is true kindness.
Looking at Sberger who was silent, the man who was called the city lord slowly spoke and continued.
Answer your previous question, an old man who has been dead for many years does ask me to take care of you and ask me to return something he saved with me to you after you pass all the tests.
Sperger: ...What is that?
Something that can erase you from this planet.
Looking at Sberger with a fearful face, Fang Ming paused and continued.
Of course, it can also erase others, destroying each other is one of the guarantees of peace.
The old man had seen through you long ago. He knew that your cowardice and greed would harm him and everyone else, so he took the others to beg me, hoping that I would keep watching for him and see the end until you pass all the tests or die.And I have kept my promise... In the ending A you can see, all of you are dead, and there is a downward spiral, and there is no other possibility of redemption.
The voting is about to begin.
This is probably the last one.
He turned around and said with his back to the despairing Spberg.
Come with me.
I'll take you to see the finale.
……
Downstairs of Alliance Building, it is snowy and winter is almost the coldest.
Wearing a warm and expensive tweed coat, Melvin looked up at the building in front of him that had not yet been completely completed but had been put into use.
He had a lot of things to say in his heart, but he didn't know how to speak.
The inner city meeting started again.
As the president of Jishi City Bank and the honorable black card holder, he is the last person to be absent, but he really doesn't have the courage to face those two doubtful sights and scold and scold the shareholders and friends.
What's more, he didn't think they could reach any consensus at the meeting. It was not just bargaining chips, but also the black cards in their hands.
He admitted that he was an incompetent president.
He used everything he could think of, but it seemed that he was scratching his feet and still couldn't save the train that was accelerating and sliding towards the abyss.
perhaps……
Her daughter is right.
After all, that was indeed not a profound thing. Even some smart children could understand it... As long as she exchanged the doll in her hand for a 1-silver wooden hair card, the slum girl would have a new piece of clothing.
But just as he answered her at that celebration at that time
It's too late...?
Looking at the snow drifting with the heavy goose feathers, Melvin murmured to himself.
actually……
Not necessarily.
As long as the alliance is willing to fulfill its promise immediately and let a batch of silver-priced goods enter the huge wall instead of hesitating and procrastinating outside, everything will be fine!
It would be great if the league was willing to borrow him a loan!
Those unscrupulous merchants and poor people will not care about it for now. At least let his shareholders exchange their chips for silver coins first. After all, that's a lot of money!
A glimmer of hope rekindled in Melvin's eyes.
That person...
The man who stood on the stage and spoke passionately and vowed to completely end the wasteland era will definitely understand his difficulties!
He is a real charity!
The most dearest idealist!
Even the most despicable wasteland guest can be cared for by him, let alone a person who is truly capable?
A raging flame ignited in Melvin's eyes.
Praise the manager!
He has never liked this guy so much!
At this time, Old Charlie walked out of the main entrance of the building and said to Melvin.
Come with me, our managers are waiting for you in there.
My heart was pounding violently, Melvin squeezed a flattering smile from his face, nodding and bowing.
Thank you...thank you.
Old Charlie Pity glanced at him with sympathy, but in the end he didn't say thank you too early. He said it and took him into the building.
Walk through the stairs and corridors.
Melvin finally met the man who was speaking at the celebration again, and his heart once again seemed to have crawled with millions of ants.
Chu Guang stopped the pen in his hand and looked at him standing in the room.
You are here?
Melvin nodded in a hurry and said with a smile.
I'm here to apologize... Something happened to us before, and the city hall had to intercept some of the goods, so that there were a large number of default orders in the industrial area.We will urge companies whose factories pay their debts to you, and I hope these small situations will not affect our contracts.
Chu Guang said casually.
It doesn’t matter, I understand your difficulties. You can do whatever you say in the contract. The business transactions among the people are different from our cooperation.
Seeing that Chu Guang was so easy to talk, Melvin breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face became even more pleasant.
Thank you for your generosity and understanding!Can I...please ask you one more thing?
What's up?
The previous agreement on free exchange of chips and silver coins... Melvin smiled embarrassedly and said with his hands together, because of some unscrupulous reasons, I beg you to be able to cash our contract in advance, which will cause you trouble!
Why?
For... Looking at Chu Guang with his eyes and playing, a cold sweat broke out on Melvin's forehead and continued with a forced smile, "We have lent you so much money when you need help the most. Now we are facing a little difficulty. Shouldn't you help us?"
Seeing that Chu Guang's expression had not changed at all, he quickly continued.
certainly!I admit that it is difficult to ask you to do this immediately... We can discuss it, such as debt exchange!How about you give us 500 million silver coins and we exempt you from your debt of one billion chips?You will save a lot of money.
Five hundred million silver coins are enough to buy more than 500,000 tons of grain, which is enough for people in Giant Rock City to eat for four years!
Of course, he would not use it all to buy food, he would use most of it to buy industrial products to improve the lives of survivors of the Rock City.
This time he will do something seriously, reorganize the economy of Jishi City and restore the trade relations between the two sides to normal again.
Chu Guang said indifferently, but he lacked interest in his promises.
Is it a debt of one billion chips... But just a few days ago, we prepared all the principal and interest of what you said about the year after year and year after year.
Melvin's heart skipped a beat, and sweat as big as beans appeared on his forehead. Suddenly, his legs were limp and he knelt on the ground with a thump.
Please... Please be proud and let us go!Three billion chips!No, we have all forgiven your debts!As long as you are willing to give me 500 million silver coins... no, 400 million is fine!
Chu Guang looked at Melvin silently and suddenly sighed.
Get up.
Melvin did not move and even put his head on the ground.
Chu Guang was a little impatient.
I don't talk to the kneeling person. If you continue like this, I will let Lu Bei throw you out.
Melvin's shoulders trembled. He had no doubt that Chu Guang would do this, so he got up from the ground tremblingly.
Chu Guang glanced at the gray on his knees, then at his precious coat, and finally looked into his eyes.
Do you still think that it is the alliance that makes you what you are now?
Melvin remained silent.
Chu Guang knew that this guy wanted to nod. He thought from the bottom of his heart that everything was his fault, but he just wanted him and did not dare to say anything.
Although he didn't want to humiliate his opponent, Chu Guang couldn't help but say, looking at the humble face in the dust.
Why would you rather kneel in front of me and beg for mercy and carry the coffin to my room and cry, and you would not take your shareholders and discuss it with your residents.You are relying on chips and black cards, and now you are coming to beg me again.
When the chewing tribe came, you closed the door, refused to send a soldier, and shouted that you would throw our products out of your settlement, so that we would not make a bargaining chip... At that time, did you ever think that today we would help you in this way?
Why do you have the nerve to say that you have reached out to help us?We haven't even settled this old account with you!
Regret and pain together turned into bitter wine, blurring the pupils that gradually lost their light.
Melvin opened his mouth, like an old phonograph, muttering in despair.
Please, please be proud, as long as you are willing to help us overcome difficulties... we are willing to buy your things!From now on, you will be the owner of Qingquan City and the entire River Valley Province!What you say is what you are!We all listen to you. If you are dissatisfied with it, we will change it according to your requirements!
Although he knew in his heart that the matter had reached this point, Chu Guang would never use the blood of the alliance to feed the whale, which had only half breath left in the Giant Rock City.
But he couldn't help but pray humbly.
At least it's better than doing nothing.
This is the only thing he can do now...
Chu Guangpity looked at him with sympathy.
I have given you a chance, but you haven't even been able to survive this year. How can you convince me that 500 million silver coins can save your lives?And what you are doing at the moment makes me feel like I am playing the piano against a cow.
Unfortunately, you have always had the opportunity to brake and reexamine our relationship, our relationship with the wasteland.
However, your stupidity and naivety make me feel that your chips are really worthless.
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