...Hello, dear listeners, I am your dearest Mr. House.I heard that the Survivor Daily was sealed, and I had expected that there would be such a day when those guys who were full of nonsense finally closed their mouths!Of course, I don't care, after all, they have never shaken the ratings of Mr. House channel!People will always stand on the right side, thank you for your unwavering support and choice!
I once again praise the city lord, praise the inner city residents who gave us bread, water and food... Oh, it's all the fault of that idiot named Hal, which made me almost put the most important thing to the end!If the great inner city research institute had not improved the synthesis process and consumption standards of nutritional paste, there would not have been a kilogram of nutrition... Yes, the good news is that nutritional paste is getting cheaper again, and bread will gradually become cheaper, and you can all afford it soon, Mr. House promises you!
Unfortunately, our neighbors don’t have that kind of good life. Without declaring war with each other, they won a disgraceful war with disgraceful means, and the justice of heavenly punishment soon came over their heads.The alliance was heavily in debt, not only owed us a lot of money, but also owed Ideal City a lot of money. For this reason, they were not allowed to humiliately allow the residents of Ideal City to build a twenty-story building on their territory... Tsk tsk, it is higher than the manager's house, but then again, does the gopher living in the cave have its own house?
Anyway, remember to close the doors and windows tonight, because those poor people will probably waste ammunition into the sky like last time, and put some ear-hit things like they did last time.He casually stretched his head out and was careful that the fallen shell would smash his head.In addition, today all the factories of the alliance were closed, and everyone there had to hang out on the streets without doing anything, picking up the remaining cigarette butts of the shelter residents... But the northern suburbs of Pity will probably become a paradise for plunderers again, where too many poor and refugees are gathered, so you'd better not go out casually.
Let's wait and see, they will be finished next year!
And we are always young!
On the day of triumphal celebration.
The radio on the street is particularly loud today, and this also adds a little festive atmosphere to the Giant Rock City, which has never been affected by the war.
Mr. House spent about half an hour to figure out the causes and consequences of the war with his audience, and how the Rock Bank cleverly borrowed the west wind of the Legion, used 5.1 billion yuan of debt to vigorously develop heavy industry and military industry, and fleece the Alliance's wool, and went from being dumped by the Alliance to being dumped in reverse, which made Rock's wallet bulge.
After half an hour of explanation, he fully demonstrated that Stone City was also the secret and great uncrowned king to defeat!
On the edge of the industrial area, at the entrance of the walnut tavern, a group of workers who had just woken up gathered early in the morning.
They didn't care about the winners and losers of the war, and they didn't expect the men to be kind and rewarded with a few bargaining chips.
They are all here to chase the updates.
Although it is all nonsense, the novels of The Workers are obviously much more interesting than Mr. House's nonsense.
Especially the story has just been serialized to a wonderful place. The poor boy Duoqi in the slum broke out with the power of awakening. He defeated a power armor eroded by slime mold in a surprising way. He not only received a large bounty for this, but also won the favor of a beautiful noble lady. She fell in love with him frantically, although this also led to her fanatical suitor, a commander of a militia regiment, who has since regarded him as a thorn in his eyes.
Although it is a very cliché story, and the content is not only cliché or even vulgar, they are so happy that they want to do something with their hands.
Everyone has discussed the plot later for the night, and even thought about what the child of Duoqi has called it.
Under the eager eyes of the workers, Sberg picked up a newspaper from the shelf at the door, cleared his throat and was about to recite.
But I found out that it was the same issue yesterday.
Hold on.
Moving to the workers to be calm, Sberg changed a newspaper, frowned, and changed another one, but found that the same was true.
In the end, he couldn't help looking at the boss with a broken face.
Why is it the same issue yesterday?
Tang, who stood by the door with his arms held, watched the joke, laughed.
You should be glad that you can still see the issue yesterday, and it is not guaranteed that the guards will take it away after a while.
The workers suddenly became anxious and hurriedly surrounded him.
What about new?
No more, even the newspaper office is gone!
What about the novels serialized above?
Are you stupid?I said nothing, they are closed, what else do you want to do?Pick up your cigarette and smoke it.Tang cursed and pushed away the worker standing in front of him. He was in a bad mood because he was kicked by the guards.
Several workers looked at each other.
...It's gone?
But why?We are not in the way!A man with a shaved beard clenched his fists and muttered in annoyance.
He works diligently every day, serving as a cattle and horse for the factory owners, and only this is the end of his life. Why should the men lock it up?
A worker raised his hand.
Has anyone come to me to find an explanation?
People looked at each other, no one said anything.
A few months ago they dared to make trouble at the city hall, but the situation was completely different from now.
At that time, it was to protest the alliance's dumping of cheap industrial products in Giant Rock City. The factory owners supported them to make trouble, and the shareholders behind their boss were big figures in the inner city, which was equivalent to the nobles themselves competing.
If they continue to count this layer by layer, even if they kill Duroon, no one will blame them, but will secretly give them a thumbs up.
But now, the nobles have reached a consensus that the factory will reopen and the more they start, the more prosperous it will be.
The alliance borrowed a large amount of chips from the Stone City, and the factory owners received a large order, and the nobles in the inner city made a lot of money, and they were the same, and everyone had a job to support their families.
Life is getting better and better. Now that bread is so expensive, no one wants to lose his job.
Everyone was a little discouraged, and at this time, no one muttered.
...Then we can write the story behind ourselves.
People's eyes gradually brightened, but they still had some concerns.
Do you know how to write?The unshaven man looked at the young man who proposed.
The young man blushed and shook his head.
No...but you don't have to know how to write first before you can write something. Maybe you can do it as you write?No one can write it at birth.
I remember Spberg wrote a letter of opinion to the newspaper!The Workers' Newspaper was founded later!
How long ago did that happen!
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Spberg was stunned and said with a sense of laughter.
I...I only know how to read, not how to write.
A boilerman smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
It's okay, just follow the story and continue writing, everyone will give you some advice.
Sberg instinctively wanted to refuse, but looking at the expectant eyes, he couldn't bear it anymore.
Even though he knew that this might cause him trouble, he nodded.
But we have to change our name...to call it Coworkers Report.
This is safer.
Everyone said with a smile.
no problem!
You call it whatever you say.
We just want to see the follow-up story!
The time for the clock is up.
As the bells rang out in the industrial area, the workers gathered at the entrance of the tavern scattered and walked towards their respective factories.
Sberg, who walked towards the canning factory, tightened the collar of the old cotton coat, looked at the coal ash handprints on his shoulders and was worried.
Perhaps, it is indeed a good idea to run a "Coworker's News".
The newspaper of the alliance was driven away, but its readers were still here. If they could collect the previous Workers' newspaper, make a sequel to a collection of the serialized stories, and then continue the subsequent stories, they might sell them out...
At least, there is hope for working in a canning factory.
Sberg's mind gradually became hot.
He can't live a canned life every meal in Lord Weijia's factory, but if he continues to write Duoqi's story, he might not be able to...
……
It is not just the bustling city of Giant Rock City, just twenty kilometers away, and the Shuguang City in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City is also a lively grand occasion.
On the Triumph Square next to North Street, there were shadows standing in darkness.
More than one-third of the people in the entire league gathered here and looked forward to the center of the square.
Even if the others were not present, they sat in front of the TV or radio, waiting for the managers on the stage to speak.
Not even just the residents of the alliance.
There are also residents from Giant Rock City, as well as wasteland tourists who traveled here from the distant Luoxia Province, Jinchuan Province, the eastern provinces and even the easternmost Yunjian Province of the mainland, just to see what the legendary manager looks like.
Most shelters operate in settlements are terrible.
What is the difference between this guy...
Looking at the expected faces below the stage, Chu Guang raised his index finger and pointed at the side of his helmet, and took off his mask while turning on the speaker.
At that moment, people became quiet.
Restraining the excitement in his heart, Chu Guang took a deep breath and kicked off the celebration with a solemn and solemn voice.
… Just last month, we won the war with the barbarity, and the Luoxia Province achieved a long peace because of our arrival.
We have cheered for victory and commended and rewarded individuals and collectives who have made outstanding contributions, so I will not repeat it now.But I still have to thank you, everyone standing here and friends who are staying at their posts in the distance. This is the light we welcome together.
Our battlefield is not only in the desert, but also in the forest, in the fields, in factories, in stations, and wherever every Union resident looks... Our unity has formed this invincible chariot, and the spoils it has obtained should belong to everyone who supports it.
We are far away from the utopia where we only work one hour a day, but from now on everyone can think about how we can get closer to it in their eight hours.Of course, this road is doomed to be difficult, and the wasteland will not end on its own, and you cannot expect to lie in bed and figure it out.
You need to learn from the books of the prosperity era, think about how to improve the tools and methods of production in your hands, and be kind to all the compatriots around you, and do everything possible to unite them and create greater miracles with them, rather than profiting from them by excluding, dividing and opposing them.
We will not rely on anyone's moral standards, so we must formulate an increasingly perfect set of rules of the game, turning cruel jungles into orderly villages, and turning overgrown wilderness into farmlands with wild traffic.
Let evil, cowardly, despicable, cunning, and ugly things lose their soil to survive in competition, and let all qualities of justice, courage, honesty, self-esteem, and kindness stand out from our society, rather than relying on people born gentle and humble, or on tall people among us.
We not only end the wasteland on the earth, but also the spiritual desolation that invisible but real wasteland!
Victory will eventually belong to us!
All of us!
The correct application scenario of the call to victory seems to be in the speech.
Although Chu Guang did not deliberately use that talent, when he poured all his enthusiasm and concentration into it, he could clearly see the heat and desire that flickered in every pair of pupils.
They have no doubts.
He will fulfill every word he said!
And he also made a vow in his heart
I will definitely not let down those trusted gazes.
...Awesome!
Standing in the crowd, Dolly clapped her hands excitedly, but after just a few slaps, Fang Chang was holding her little hand.
Just get your mind done. You have just gotten off the operating table for a few days, so be more at ease.Fang Chang looked at her worriedly and said.
Don't be so rigid, I'll be fine long ago!Dolly raised her lips and said with a gaze, "By the way, the cunning Mr. Fang Chang, you are going to lose your job in the league... Your manager said in person that he would let the cunning bad guy lose the soil for survival."
Fang Chang spread his hands helplessly.
So...my dear Investigator Dolly, which alliance law did the cunning bad guy gentleman you mentioned?
The conscience of heaven and earth.
He is definitely the most orderly player on the server.
Most players have not even finished reading the Player Manual. Not only has he finished reading the Player Manual, he has also read the laws of the league and even participated in the legislation of the league as a shelter resident.
For example, the prohibition of shelter residents from using the resurrection mechanism to donate bodies and organs to non-alliance public institutions for profitability was to vote under his advocacy to write them into the alliance law and the Player Manual.
If there is no such law, when the number of players increases, there will always be people who will find this shortcut to make money, which will ultimately affect the gaming experience of most people.
He has a scale in his heart if he can make money and cannot make money.Even if he is not picky about food, he will choose the means carefully.
With his index finger touching his chin with his thumb, Dolly looked contemplative with a quick look.
I'll think about it, and when this search officer finds out, I'll threaten you... What is the search officer?The League’s Guard?
Faced with the curious gaze, Fang Chang moved away guiltily.
Well, it's not... nothing.
Oops.
I accidentally got my mouth back...
In the remaining time, Chu Guang announced a series of measures including adjusting the twelve-hour working system to eight hours.
Almost everything is about people's lives, and it is also the thing people care about the most.
The factory owners of the alliance have already made enough profits, and it is time to take a portion of the profits back to the residents of the alliance.
If they don't want to
The alliance would rather get out of the neighbors!
Just as Chu Guang announced his future arrangements in a loud voice, Liszt, who was standing in the audience, staring at him intently, with the flashing emotions in his eyes being indescribable.
The alliance actually did not take away much of his interests.
Even if the minimum wage increases from 1 silver coin to 2 silver coin, it will not have any impact on his Liszt factory. He has increased the hourly wages of workers to 4 silver coins a long time ago, and the hourly wages of technicians are even above 10 silver coins.
Of course, this is not because he is kind-hearted, but because he doesn't do this and cannot recruit enough people at all. There are places for employing people everywhere in all walks of life.
Especially the heavy industry, military-related industries that the alliance focused on developing during the war, and enterprises run by the shelter residents themselves, were often surprisingly generous and surprisingly generous.
After all, compared to the labor cost spent, it is the top priority to try every possible way to expand the scale when there is no shortage of orders.
What really made him care about was another thing.
If the manager intends to fulfill his promise of fairness, no matter how much money he makes, he will never become the essential aristocrat in the alliance.
but……
This is actually not bad.
His dream was to build a huge business empire. It would be best if his caravan could make a little good change to the wasteland, but he never thought about becoming a noble or emperor who was above everything else.
In business.
In terms of labor costs, as long as the alliance treats everyone's costs equally when implementing the rules and everyone's costs rise simultaneously, then he has nothing to worry about.
When it is time to increase the price, when it is time to increase the production, when it is time to increase the production, when it is time to reduce the production, everyone can compete on the same track with their ability, and he will do his best to make the improvement of the KV-1 more suitable for the residents of the shelter.
Even if the alliance wants to subsidize some weird small workshops with the profits of large factories, it doesn't matter. He doesn't think that those small factories can affect their sales. If the alliance wants them to live, just live.
But he is afraid that the rules of the alliance will open the door to the nobles, and if that is the case, he will have no chance of winning.
After all, even if it is a pig, as long as the wind blows big enough, it can fly to the sky. How can people on the track defeat the power outside the track?
This is also the reason why he must spend money to buy a noble status in Giant Rock City after he earned enough chips.
It was not because he wanted the noble privilege, but because the black card could save him more than 90% of the trouble.
But at this moment, the man standing on the stage told him not to worry, the things he was worried about wouldn't happen in the league.
If you can use the rules, the alliance will definitely use the rules to do it.If they intend to improve the treatment of labor, they must require all factories to be together and never start from outside the shelter.
At the same time, the alliance will not allow privileges outside the rules.
In this land under his feet, the Union's currency can buy all goods, but no currency allows the transaction of honor and dignity.
The residents of the shelter will even set additional rules for themselves, be strict with themselves, but will never ask for people's worship and tolerance.
Even if most battles are fought by them, they are the most qualified to be nobles.And when they choose to give up this opportunity, it means that no one will be qualified to become a noble.
For a moment, Liszt vaguely saw a beam of light.
And this was the first time. Cute suddenly had an idea in his mind that he could make money, which was to let the light bloom further.
Yes.
He ate a lot of shit to make money, but this does not mean that shit is delicious, nor does it mean that shit is fragrant.
For a ruthless man who started from scratch, there is nothing more insulting than looking at a pig who knows nothing and laughing proudly on the steps.
He didn't care about the shitty things the nobles in the inner city did, just as he didn't care whether the plunderers' chips were clean and whether the meat in the oil pan had any difficulties, but he couldn't stand the pigs hooking his shoulders and saying that we were the same kind of people.
Why!
He just wanted to ask that.
No matter how unclear the chips in his pocket were, he brought back from the hellish wasteland. They did nothing, why are they the same kind of people as him?
From those hateful faces, he felt only the disgust deep in his soul.
If he hadn't slaughtered a piece of fat from those pigs, he would have wished he would break the black card in his pocket now and walk towards the scorching and dazzling light.
Long live the alliance!Amid the applause like waves, Liszt, who was infected by the atmosphere, couldn't help but shout out loudly,
Qian Duo and Qianlai, who were standing aside, exchanged gazes in surprise and clapped hard, but they didn't know what the boss suddenly became nervous.
He told them more than once that they came to the league to make money.
They listened to his words.
But how do you feel...
He seems to be in the show himself?
After the administrator announced the celebration began, the applause like waves echoed throughout the square in an instant.
Standing in the crowd, Alyssa clapped her hands excitedly, stared at the person on the stage intently, and suddenly looked at her father beside her with some concern.
…Dad, I think what he said is right. We should unite the survivors around us as much as possible, rather than letting them all become our enemies.
We have always been united.
But what about the residents of the outer city?
It's too late.
Why?Alyssa opened her eyes wide and said carefully with a hint of begging, "I can don't want my doll, the 1-silver hairpin is actually very cute..."
She liked the big sister who praised her cuteness. At that time, she forgot to tell that sister that her smile was also cute.
However, in the Rock City, people hardly look at her, let alone smile at her.
Even in the inner city, shops, streets, and even classrooms, people smiled at her more like a deliberate manner.
Melvin stared at the stage intently, his gloomy eyes narrowed like vultures.
However, when his cute daughter looked at him, he still restrained his anger, at least softened his tone and said patiently.
...You can don't want your doll, but you can't throw away the dolls in your good friends' hands.My child, I understand your thoughts. You are a kind girl, but kindness is not enough for the things you said.
Of course, he knew that the residents of the inner city would eat less cake, and the residents of the outer city would be able to add ten more bread, and the remaining nutritional paste could be fed to the livestock, the Stone City would become stronger, and eventually the shelves in the inner city would be richer, and everyone would become better together.
Not that no one has ever asked.
But those who put their actions often end up losing the black cards in their hands and giving way to the newly promoted nobles.
Because that logic was wrong from the beginning.
Why should the residents of the inner city eat less, and why should the residents of the outer city be satisfied with ten bread?
Once the poor people taste the sweetness, they will become more serious, be lazy and even refuse to work... Similar lessons have happened in the past of the Rock City in just two centuries, and each ended in bloodshed.
He hasn't studied, so how could he not know about pediatrics, but what if he knows it?
Is the sun rising because people have to get up?
Of course not!
Human nature is an ugly thing than a chewinger, and the laws of nature will not be transferred by human will.
To be honest, he hated the guy standing on the stage and felt physical discomfort with every unrealistic promise that man said.
But he would never show this look of despise on his face. Work is work, and private is private, and he is very separate.
Don't want aristocrats?
Oh.
Let's wait and see.
Melvin smiled coldly, echoing the fanatical atmosphere around him, and applauded gently with the innocent and lovely daughter beside him.
However, the dry lips, like rotten wood floating in the swamp, were still moving and opening up and down.
...The reason you can still stand there is just because people have not yet woken up from the dream of victory again and again.The shelter residents who are closest to you will wake up first, and when they realize that their cake is being distributed to the humble hyenas, they will soon know how to take it back with their authority...How long can you control them?hehe.
Ah。
I really want to appreciate that person's desperate expression.
Uncontrollably, Melvin once again became jealous of his youth.
Even if he believed from his heart that there was no unbreakable alliance, he would not have the chance to witness its collapse for the rest of his life.
This is also the annoyance of idealists.
Even if they will eventually lose to reality, the flames will burn on their ashes for a while, burning the eyes that have seen them.
It would have been great if he had never been there.
Whenever Malvin thought of this, he felt uncomfortable in his heart as if he had crawled thousands of ants...
……
The celebration has officially begun.
As the managers left the podium, the people gathered in Triumph Square gradually dispersed to the lively streets nearby.
The shops along the street opened the door early and were trying their best to attract the guests in front of the door, intending to make a fortune on this lively day.
Looking at Ah, solar eclipse, there are more and more people here... Han Shuang's eyes flashed with excitement, and she kept muttering and repeating the words. This is an opportunity for us!
At this moment, it was wearing a maid outfit, with a circle of armbands with red and black letters hanging on its cuffs, with the words "Celebration Autonomous Management Committee".
A few days ago, the professional players of Dawn City life planned to choose some people to maintain the order of the celebration. After all, the alliance has no huge walls, so people with bad intentions have to be careful of infiltrating in.
The unmanned opportunity flying in the sky marks suspicious targets, and the Celebration Autonomous Management Committee needs to do is help the guards keep a close eye on the suspicious guys, while responding to emergencies at the celebration, and cooperating with the insufficient staff to deal with some minor disputes.
Of course Hanshuang would not miss such an interesting thing, let alone collecting valuable sociological experience, so she immediately rushed to sign up with the Sun Eclipse.
Although it is not a player, or even a resident of the league, since it usually helps everyone with a lot of warm heart, the players happily agreed.
However, the player did not tell it that only players can get regional reputation rewards, and it can only get a little silver coin subsidy.
Although it doesn't care about that little money.
The eclipse looked at the companion beside him blankly, his eyes full of confusion.
I don't understand.
Hanshuang paused in dissatisfaction.
Haven't you listened to what the alliance manager said?He said the league would not rely on anyone's moral standards.
so what?
We are not humans!We are AI!Hanshuang stared at it with bright eyes, so as long as we prove that we are capable, the league will reuse us!
The solar eclipse looked at it blankly.
However, Hanshuang didn't care about its confusion, and looked at the bustling streets on her own, and became intoxicated.
Ah……
Intellectual plug-ins are burning!
I really want to keep all these organisms in captivity so that these people can show a spoiled expression under the careful care of the servant.
I believe the whole world will be full of love and peace at that time!
However, the Council is still too conservative in this regard. It was not until recently that the relevant bill submitted by the Comma Group to allow bionics to participate in public affairs. Instead, the cute Smurfs in the alliance are relatively enlightened and often ask them to help do something.
Life here is much more fulfilling than in Ideal City!
Just as Han Frost was intoxicated by himself, a sudden scream came from not far away, as if it was a fruit stall not far from the trading station.
With a slight movement of his ears, Han Shuang instantly restrained her intoxicated expression and looked over there, her eyes keen.
Solar eclipse, it seems that someone needs our help!
The solar eclipse nodded expressionlessly.
Well, Xiaoqi also invited us to come over... It is said that we are mediating as an NPC, but don't do it too much
Then what are you waiting for? Han Shuang rolled up her sleeves vigorously and walked towards the crowded crowd with big strides. Let's take a look!
I once again praise the city lord, praise the inner city residents who gave us bread, water and food... Oh, it's all the fault of that idiot named Hal, which made me almost put the most important thing to the end!If the great inner city research institute had not improved the synthesis process and consumption standards of nutritional paste, there would not have been a kilogram of nutrition... Yes, the good news is that nutritional paste is getting cheaper again, and bread will gradually become cheaper, and you can all afford it soon, Mr. House promises you!
Unfortunately, our neighbors don’t have that kind of good life. Without declaring war with each other, they won a disgraceful war with disgraceful means, and the justice of heavenly punishment soon came over their heads.The alliance was heavily in debt, not only owed us a lot of money, but also owed Ideal City a lot of money. For this reason, they were not allowed to humiliately allow the residents of Ideal City to build a twenty-story building on their territory... Tsk tsk, it is higher than the manager's house, but then again, does the gopher living in the cave have its own house?
Anyway, remember to close the doors and windows tonight, because those poor people will probably waste ammunition into the sky like last time, and put some ear-hit things like they did last time.He casually stretched his head out and was careful that the fallen shell would smash his head.In addition, today all the factories of the alliance were closed, and everyone there had to hang out on the streets without doing anything, picking up the remaining cigarette butts of the shelter residents... But the northern suburbs of Pity will probably become a paradise for plunderers again, where too many poor and refugees are gathered, so you'd better not go out casually.
Let's wait and see, they will be finished next year!
And we are always young!
On the day of triumphal celebration.
The radio on the street is particularly loud today, and this also adds a little festive atmosphere to the Giant Rock City, which has never been affected by the war.
Mr. House spent about half an hour to figure out the causes and consequences of the war with his audience, and how the Rock Bank cleverly borrowed the west wind of the Legion, used 5.1 billion yuan of debt to vigorously develop heavy industry and military industry, and fleece the Alliance's wool, and went from being dumped by the Alliance to being dumped in reverse, which made Rock's wallet bulge.
After half an hour of explanation, he fully demonstrated that Stone City was also the secret and great uncrowned king to defeat!
On the edge of the industrial area, at the entrance of the walnut tavern, a group of workers who had just woken up gathered early in the morning.
They didn't care about the winners and losers of the war, and they didn't expect the men to be kind and rewarded with a few bargaining chips.
They are all here to chase the updates.
Although it is all nonsense, the novels of The Workers are obviously much more interesting than Mr. House's nonsense.
Especially the story has just been serialized to a wonderful place. The poor boy Duoqi in the slum broke out with the power of awakening. He defeated a power armor eroded by slime mold in a surprising way. He not only received a large bounty for this, but also won the favor of a beautiful noble lady. She fell in love with him frantically, although this also led to her fanatical suitor, a commander of a militia regiment, who has since regarded him as a thorn in his eyes.
Although it is a very cliché story, and the content is not only cliché or even vulgar, they are so happy that they want to do something with their hands.
Everyone has discussed the plot later for the night, and even thought about what the child of Duoqi has called it.
Under the eager eyes of the workers, Sberg picked up a newspaper from the shelf at the door, cleared his throat and was about to recite.
But I found out that it was the same issue yesterday.
Hold on.
Moving to the workers to be calm, Sberg changed a newspaper, frowned, and changed another one, but found that the same was true.
In the end, he couldn't help looking at the boss with a broken face.
Why is it the same issue yesterday?
Tang, who stood by the door with his arms held, watched the joke, laughed.
You should be glad that you can still see the issue yesterday, and it is not guaranteed that the guards will take it away after a while.
The workers suddenly became anxious and hurriedly surrounded him.
What about new?
No more, even the newspaper office is gone!
What about the novels serialized above?
Are you stupid?I said nothing, they are closed, what else do you want to do?Pick up your cigarette and smoke it.Tang cursed and pushed away the worker standing in front of him. He was in a bad mood because he was kicked by the guards.
Several workers looked at each other.
...It's gone?
But why?We are not in the way!A man with a shaved beard clenched his fists and muttered in annoyance.
He works diligently every day, serving as a cattle and horse for the factory owners, and only this is the end of his life. Why should the men lock it up?
A worker raised his hand.
Has anyone come to me to find an explanation?
People looked at each other, no one said anything.
A few months ago they dared to make trouble at the city hall, but the situation was completely different from now.
At that time, it was to protest the alliance's dumping of cheap industrial products in Giant Rock City. The factory owners supported them to make trouble, and the shareholders behind their boss were big figures in the inner city, which was equivalent to the nobles themselves competing.
If they continue to count this layer by layer, even if they kill Duroon, no one will blame them, but will secretly give them a thumbs up.
But now, the nobles have reached a consensus that the factory will reopen and the more they start, the more prosperous it will be.
The alliance borrowed a large amount of chips from the Stone City, and the factory owners received a large order, and the nobles in the inner city made a lot of money, and they were the same, and everyone had a job to support their families.
Life is getting better and better. Now that bread is so expensive, no one wants to lose his job.
Everyone was a little discouraged, and at this time, no one muttered.
...Then we can write the story behind ourselves.
People's eyes gradually brightened, but they still had some concerns.
Do you know how to write?The unshaven man looked at the young man who proposed.
The young man blushed and shook his head.
No...but you don't have to know how to write first before you can write something. Maybe you can do it as you write?No one can write it at birth.
I remember Spberg wrote a letter of opinion to the newspaper!The Workers' Newspaper was founded later!
How long ago did that happen!
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Spberg was stunned and said with a sense of laughter.
I...I only know how to read, not how to write.
A boilerman smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
It's okay, just follow the story and continue writing, everyone will give you some advice.
Sberg instinctively wanted to refuse, but looking at the expectant eyes, he couldn't bear it anymore.
Even though he knew that this might cause him trouble, he nodded.
But we have to change our name...to call it Coworkers Report.
This is safer.
Everyone said with a smile.
no problem!
You call it whatever you say.
We just want to see the follow-up story!
The time for the clock is up.
As the bells rang out in the industrial area, the workers gathered at the entrance of the tavern scattered and walked towards their respective factories.
Sberg, who walked towards the canning factory, tightened the collar of the old cotton coat, looked at the coal ash handprints on his shoulders and was worried.
Perhaps, it is indeed a good idea to run a "Coworker's News".
The newspaper of the alliance was driven away, but its readers were still here. If they could collect the previous Workers' newspaper, make a sequel to a collection of the serialized stories, and then continue the subsequent stories, they might sell them out...
At least, there is hope for working in a canning factory.
Sberg's mind gradually became hot.
He can't live a canned life every meal in Lord Weijia's factory, but if he continues to write Duoqi's story, he might not be able to...
……
It is not just the bustling city of Giant Rock City, just twenty kilometers away, and the Shuguang City in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City is also a lively grand occasion.
On the Triumph Square next to North Street, there were shadows standing in darkness.
More than one-third of the people in the entire league gathered here and looked forward to the center of the square.
Even if the others were not present, they sat in front of the TV or radio, waiting for the managers on the stage to speak.
Not even just the residents of the alliance.
There are also residents from Giant Rock City, as well as wasteland tourists who traveled here from the distant Luoxia Province, Jinchuan Province, the eastern provinces and even the easternmost Yunjian Province of the mainland, just to see what the legendary manager looks like.
Most shelters operate in settlements are terrible.
What is the difference between this guy...
Looking at the expected faces below the stage, Chu Guang raised his index finger and pointed at the side of his helmet, and took off his mask while turning on the speaker.
At that moment, people became quiet.
Restraining the excitement in his heart, Chu Guang took a deep breath and kicked off the celebration with a solemn and solemn voice.
… Just last month, we won the war with the barbarity, and the Luoxia Province achieved a long peace because of our arrival.
We have cheered for victory and commended and rewarded individuals and collectives who have made outstanding contributions, so I will not repeat it now.But I still have to thank you, everyone standing here and friends who are staying at their posts in the distance. This is the light we welcome together.
Our battlefield is not only in the desert, but also in the forest, in the fields, in factories, in stations, and wherever every Union resident looks... Our unity has formed this invincible chariot, and the spoils it has obtained should belong to everyone who supports it.
We are far away from the utopia where we only work one hour a day, but from now on everyone can think about how we can get closer to it in their eight hours.Of course, this road is doomed to be difficult, and the wasteland will not end on its own, and you cannot expect to lie in bed and figure it out.
You need to learn from the books of the prosperity era, think about how to improve the tools and methods of production in your hands, and be kind to all the compatriots around you, and do everything possible to unite them and create greater miracles with them, rather than profiting from them by excluding, dividing and opposing them.
We will not rely on anyone's moral standards, so we must formulate an increasingly perfect set of rules of the game, turning cruel jungles into orderly villages, and turning overgrown wilderness into farmlands with wild traffic.
Let evil, cowardly, despicable, cunning, and ugly things lose their soil to survive in competition, and let all qualities of justice, courage, honesty, self-esteem, and kindness stand out from our society, rather than relying on people born gentle and humble, or on tall people among us.
We not only end the wasteland on the earth, but also the spiritual desolation that invisible but real wasteland!
Victory will eventually belong to us!
All of us!
The correct application scenario of the call to victory seems to be in the speech.
Although Chu Guang did not deliberately use that talent, when he poured all his enthusiasm and concentration into it, he could clearly see the heat and desire that flickered in every pair of pupils.
They have no doubts.
He will fulfill every word he said!
And he also made a vow in his heart
I will definitely not let down those trusted gazes.
...Awesome!
Standing in the crowd, Dolly clapped her hands excitedly, but after just a few slaps, Fang Chang was holding her little hand.
Just get your mind done. You have just gotten off the operating table for a few days, so be more at ease.Fang Chang looked at her worriedly and said.
Don't be so rigid, I'll be fine long ago!Dolly raised her lips and said with a gaze, "By the way, the cunning Mr. Fang Chang, you are going to lose your job in the league... Your manager said in person that he would let the cunning bad guy lose the soil for survival."
Fang Chang spread his hands helplessly.
So...my dear Investigator Dolly, which alliance law did the cunning bad guy gentleman you mentioned?
The conscience of heaven and earth.
He is definitely the most orderly player on the server.
Most players have not even finished reading the Player Manual. Not only has he finished reading the Player Manual, he has also read the laws of the league and even participated in the legislation of the league as a shelter resident.
For example, the prohibition of shelter residents from using the resurrection mechanism to donate bodies and organs to non-alliance public institutions for profitability was to vote under his advocacy to write them into the alliance law and the Player Manual.
If there is no such law, when the number of players increases, there will always be people who will find this shortcut to make money, which will ultimately affect the gaming experience of most people.
He has a scale in his heart if he can make money and cannot make money.Even if he is not picky about food, he will choose the means carefully.
With his index finger touching his chin with his thumb, Dolly looked contemplative with a quick look.
I'll think about it, and when this search officer finds out, I'll threaten you... What is the search officer?The League’s Guard?
Faced with the curious gaze, Fang Chang moved away guiltily.
Well, it's not... nothing.
Oops.
I accidentally got my mouth back...
In the remaining time, Chu Guang announced a series of measures including adjusting the twelve-hour working system to eight hours.
Almost everything is about people's lives, and it is also the thing people care about the most.
The factory owners of the alliance have already made enough profits, and it is time to take a portion of the profits back to the residents of the alliance.
If they don't want to
The alliance would rather get out of the neighbors!
Just as Chu Guang announced his future arrangements in a loud voice, Liszt, who was standing in the audience, staring at him intently, with the flashing emotions in his eyes being indescribable.
The alliance actually did not take away much of his interests.
Even if the minimum wage increases from 1 silver coin to 2 silver coin, it will not have any impact on his Liszt factory. He has increased the hourly wages of workers to 4 silver coins a long time ago, and the hourly wages of technicians are even above 10 silver coins.
Of course, this is not because he is kind-hearted, but because he doesn't do this and cannot recruit enough people at all. There are places for employing people everywhere in all walks of life.
Especially the heavy industry, military-related industries that the alliance focused on developing during the war, and enterprises run by the shelter residents themselves, were often surprisingly generous and surprisingly generous.
After all, compared to the labor cost spent, it is the top priority to try every possible way to expand the scale when there is no shortage of orders.
What really made him care about was another thing.
If the manager intends to fulfill his promise of fairness, no matter how much money he makes, he will never become the essential aristocrat in the alliance.
but……
This is actually not bad.
His dream was to build a huge business empire. It would be best if his caravan could make a little good change to the wasteland, but he never thought about becoming a noble or emperor who was above everything else.
In business.
In terms of labor costs, as long as the alliance treats everyone's costs equally when implementing the rules and everyone's costs rise simultaneously, then he has nothing to worry about.
When it is time to increase the price, when it is time to increase the production, when it is time to increase the production, when it is time to reduce the production, everyone can compete on the same track with their ability, and he will do his best to make the improvement of the KV-1 more suitable for the residents of the shelter.
Even if the alliance wants to subsidize some weird small workshops with the profits of large factories, it doesn't matter. He doesn't think that those small factories can affect their sales. If the alliance wants them to live, just live.
But he is afraid that the rules of the alliance will open the door to the nobles, and if that is the case, he will have no chance of winning.
After all, even if it is a pig, as long as the wind blows big enough, it can fly to the sky. How can people on the track defeat the power outside the track?
This is also the reason why he must spend money to buy a noble status in Giant Rock City after he earned enough chips.
It was not because he wanted the noble privilege, but because the black card could save him more than 90% of the trouble.
But at this moment, the man standing on the stage told him not to worry, the things he was worried about wouldn't happen in the league.
If you can use the rules, the alliance will definitely use the rules to do it.If they intend to improve the treatment of labor, they must require all factories to be together and never start from outside the shelter.
At the same time, the alliance will not allow privileges outside the rules.
In this land under his feet, the Union's currency can buy all goods, but no currency allows the transaction of honor and dignity.
The residents of the shelter will even set additional rules for themselves, be strict with themselves, but will never ask for people's worship and tolerance.
Even if most battles are fought by them, they are the most qualified to be nobles.And when they choose to give up this opportunity, it means that no one will be qualified to become a noble.
For a moment, Liszt vaguely saw a beam of light.
And this was the first time. Cute suddenly had an idea in his mind that he could make money, which was to let the light bloom further.
Yes.
He ate a lot of shit to make money, but this does not mean that shit is delicious, nor does it mean that shit is fragrant.
For a ruthless man who started from scratch, there is nothing more insulting than looking at a pig who knows nothing and laughing proudly on the steps.
He didn't care about the shitty things the nobles in the inner city did, just as he didn't care whether the plunderers' chips were clean and whether the meat in the oil pan had any difficulties, but he couldn't stand the pigs hooking his shoulders and saying that we were the same kind of people.
Why!
He just wanted to ask that.
No matter how unclear the chips in his pocket were, he brought back from the hellish wasteland. They did nothing, why are they the same kind of people as him?
From those hateful faces, he felt only the disgust deep in his soul.
If he hadn't slaughtered a piece of fat from those pigs, he would have wished he would break the black card in his pocket now and walk towards the scorching and dazzling light.
Long live the alliance!Amid the applause like waves, Liszt, who was infected by the atmosphere, couldn't help but shout out loudly,
Qian Duo and Qianlai, who were standing aside, exchanged gazes in surprise and clapped hard, but they didn't know what the boss suddenly became nervous.
He told them more than once that they came to the league to make money.
They listened to his words.
But how do you feel...
He seems to be in the show himself?
After the administrator announced the celebration began, the applause like waves echoed throughout the square in an instant.
Standing in the crowd, Alyssa clapped her hands excitedly, stared at the person on the stage intently, and suddenly looked at her father beside her with some concern.
…Dad, I think what he said is right. We should unite the survivors around us as much as possible, rather than letting them all become our enemies.
We have always been united.
But what about the residents of the outer city?
It's too late.
Why?Alyssa opened her eyes wide and said carefully with a hint of begging, "I can don't want my doll, the 1-silver hairpin is actually very cute..."
She liked the big sister who praised her cuteness. At that time, she forgot to tell that sister that her smile was also cute.
However, in the Rock City, people hardly look at her, let alone smile at her.
Even in the inner city, shops, streets, and even classrooms, people smiled at her more like a deliberate manner.
Melvin stared at the stage intently, his gloomy eyes narrowed like vultures.
However, when his cute daughter looked at him, he still restrained his anger, at least softened his tone and said patiently.
...You can don't want your doll, but you can't throw away the dolls in your good friends' hands.My child, I understand your thoughts. You are a kind girl, but kindness is not enough for the things you said.
Of course, he knew that the residents of the inner city would eat less cake, and the residents of the outer city would be able to add ten more bread, and the remaining nutritional paste could be fed to the livestock, the Stone City would become stronger, and eventually the shelves in the inner city would be richer, and everyone would become better together.
Not that no one has ever asked.
But those who put their actions often end up losing the black cards in their hands and giving way to the newly promoted nobles.
Because that logic was wrong from the beginning.
Why should the residents of the inner city eat less, and why should the residents of the outer city be satisfied with ten bread?
Once the poor people taste the sweetness, they will become more serious, be lazy and even refuse to work... Similar lessons have happened in the past of the Rock City in just two centuries, and each ended in bloodshed.
He hasn't studied, so how could he not know about pediatrics, but what if he knows it?
Is the sun rising because people have to get up?
Of course not!
Human nature is an ugly thing than a chewinger, and the laws of nature will not be transferred by human will.
To be honest, he hated the guy standing on the stage and felt physical discomfort with every unrealistic promise that man said.
But he would never show this look of despise on his face. Work is work, and private is private, and he is very separate.
Don't want aristocrats?
Oh.
Let's wait and see.
Melvin smiled coldly, echoing the fanatical atmosphere around him, and applauded gently with the innocent and lovely daughter beside him.
However, the dry lips, like rotten wood floating in the swamp, were still moving and opening up and down.
...The reason you can still stand there is just because people have not yet woken up from the dream of victory again and again.The shelter residents who are closest to you will wake up first, and when they realize that their cake is being distributed to the humble hyenas, they will soon know how to take it back with their authority...How long can you control them?hehe.
Ah。
I really want to appreciate that person's desperate expression.
Uncontrollably, Melvin once again became jealous of his youth.
Even if he believed from his heart that there was no unbreakable alliance, he would not have the chance to witness its collapse for the rest of his life.
This is also the annoyance of idealists.
Even if they will eventually lose to reality, the flames will burn on their ashes for a while, burning the eyes that have seen them.
It would have been great if he had never been there.
Whenever Malvin thought of this, he felt uncomfortable in his heart as if he had crawled thousands of ants...
……
The celebration has officially begun.
As the managers left the podium, the people gathered in Triumph Square gradually dispersed to the lively streets nearby.
The shops along the street opened the door early and were trying their best to attract the guests in front of the door, intending to make a fortune on this lively day.
Looking at Ah, solar eclipse, there are more and more people here... Han Shuang's eyes flashed with excitement, and she kept muttering and repeating the words. This is an opportunity for us!
At this moment, it was wearing a maid outfit, with a circle of armbands with red and black letters hanging on its cuffs, with the words "Celebration Autonomous Management Committee".
A few days ago, the professional players of Dawn City life planned to choose some people to maintain the order of the celebration. After all, the alliance has no huge walls, so people with bad intentions have to be careful of infiltrating in.
The unmanned opportunity flying in the sky marks suspicious targets, and the Celebration Autonomous Management Committee needs to do is help the guards keep a close eye on the suspicious guys, while responding to emergencies at the celebration, and cooperating with the insufficient staff to deal with some minor disputes.
Of course Hanshuang would not miss such an interesting thing, let alone collecting valuable sociological experience, so she immediately rushed to sign up with the Sun Eclipse.
Although it is not a player, or even a resident of the league, since it usually helps everyone with a lot of warm heart, the players happily agreed.
However, the player did not tell it that only players can get regional reputation rewards, and it can only get a little silver coin subsidy.
Although it doesn't care about that little money.
The eclipse looked at the companion beside him blankly, his eyes full of confusion.
I don't understand.
Hanshuang paused in dissatisfaction.
Haven't you listened to what the alliance manager said?He said the league would not rely on anyone's moral standards.
so what?
We are not humans!We are AI!Hanshuang stared at it with bright eyes, so as long as we prove that we are capable, the league will reuse us!
The solar eclipse looked at it blankly.
However, Hanshuang didn't care about its confusion, and looked at the bustling streets on her own, and became intoxicated.
Ah……
Intellectual plug-ins are burning!
I really want to keep all these organisms in captivity so that these people can show a spoiled expression under the careful care of the servant.
I believe the whole world will be full of love and peace at that time!
However, the Council is still too conservative in this regard. It was not until recently that the relevant bill submitted by the Comma Group to allow bionics to participate in public affairs. Instead, the cute Smurfs in the alliance are relatively enlightened and often ask them to help do something.
Life here is much more fulfilling than in Ideal City!
Just as Han Frost was intoxicated by himself, a sudden scream came from not far away, as if it was a fruit stall not far from the trading station.
With a slight movement of his ears, Han Shuang instantly restrained her intoxicated expression and looked over there, her eyes keen.
Solar eclipse, it seems that someone needs our help!
The solar eclipse nodded expressionlessly.
Well, Xiaoqi also invited us to come over... It is said that we are mediating as an NPC, but don't do it too much
Then what are you waiting for? Han Shuang rolled up her sleeves vigorously and walked towards the crowded crowd with big strides. Let's take a look!
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