Chapter 539 Countless Possibilities in the Future (1/2)

When Sperger came to his senses, he was already standing in an empty corridor.

That X-16 didn't know what method he used to avoid everyone, took him out of the prison, and also took away the body of the perpetrator... He didn't attract anyone along the way. of attention.

After leaving the prison, they entered an underground passage, walked a long, long way, then got on the elevator, and arrived here.

Not far behind him was the elevator door. There was no gap in the cement gray floor under his feet. There were dark gray walls on the left and right, with warm-colored wall lamps on the walls.

The industrial style design gives people a solemn, simple yet elegant style. It is like a palace corridor blended with modernism style.

He has never been to this place.

X-16, who had been following him, has disappeared. It is unknown whether he became "invisible" again or left the place completely.

At a loss what to do, Sperger swallowed and muttered nervously.

"What the hell is this place..."

He thought no one would answer, but he didn't expect a happy voice to come from behind.

"Inner City."

The sudden sound startled Sberg, and when he turned around, he found a strange man standing behind him, looking at him and smiling.

"Inner, inner city?!"

"That's right," the man nodded and continued with a smile, "and it's the very center of the inner city, the huge stone building surrounded by countless tall buildings."

"……Who are you?"

Sperger looked at the man in front of him.

He wanted to know which noble person came to the rescue.

If the invisible master hadn't entered his room in advance, he would undoubtedly have turned into a corpse.

The man didn't hide it and answered in a relaxed and cheerful tone.

"Ibers."

"Ibos..."

What a familiar name.

Siberg frowned and thought for a long time. His eyes suddenly widened to the point of almost bulging out, and the expression on his entire face changed accordingly.

"Jushi Military Industry?! Are you the one——"

"That's right, the chairman and president of Jushi Military Industry." Appreciating the expression on his face, Ibers said with a smile.

Ebbers!

The boss of Jushi Military Industry!

The undisputed number two man in Boulder City!

Siberg was shocked and swallowed unconsciously.

He could never imagine how this big shot could be interested in him.

By the way, which number are these?

"Yes...you want to see me?"

However, Ibers's answer was beyond his expectation.

"My curiosity about you ended the first time I met you. It's another real big shot who wants to meet you."

As he spoke, he walked forward and passed by Sperger.

"Come with me."

Looking back at Ibers's back, Sberg's heart was as messy as a tangled yarn.

This feeling was like sitting on a train heading into the fog. The train was almost reaching the end, but the scenery outside was becoming increasingly difficult to understand.

What made him even more painful was that he had many things to ask, but he didn't know where to start, or even why he was standing here.

In order to solve the mystery in his heart, he swallowed and followed.

The two of them moved forward and soon came to a wide door.

The door opened by itself.

Ibbers led him inside.

Stepping forward cautiously, Sperger looked around.

The room was very clean, not a speck of dust could be seen on the mirror-like floor, and there were no decorations or furniture around. It was as deserted as a prison cell.

It's just that this place is very spacious, and it's quite spacious, far from being comparable to that small closed single room.

The only light in the room was a beam of milky white light shining from the center of the ceiling. There was no other light source.

It was pitch black on all sides, like an abyss without a bottom, and he couldn't see where the boundaries of the room were.

"...Where is this?"

Ibers didn't answer. With a slight shake of his right hand, he pulled out a remote control as if by magic, held it in his hand and pressed it lightly.

The light in the center of the room went out instantly, and Sperger felt like he had fallen into darkness.

However, the darkness did not last long.

The surrounding "walls" were gradually lit up by faint light, and gradually presented a clearer and clearer picture, with more and more colors replacing the original black and white room.

Only then did Sberg realize that this was originally a "panoramic screening room"!

There seems to be something similar in the outer city, where you can watch some movies from the pre-war era, but the tickets are usually so expensive that most people can't afford them.

This screening room seemed more exaggerated than the one in the outer city. After all, he heard that the one in the outer city only had a curved screen.

And here.

From the walls to the floor, to the heads of the two people, and even the surrounding air - every inch of space was filled with brighter and brighter light particles, as if they were transported to another time and space.

Buildings and streets began to pop up.

Then the field of view spread outward, showing the outline of the giant wall.

The surging crowd gradually appeared on the street, their outlines became clearer and clearer, and the deafening shouts gradually came closer.

Sberg suddenly came to his senses. What was shown here was the outer city of Boulder City - the main road leading from the giant wall gate to the inner city!

One after another, imaginary people with light and shadow walked towards him.

They stood side by side, arms hooked together, forming an endless torrent. They were filled with righteous indignation and rage, shouting something in unison, and walked towards the group of soldiers wearing exoskeletons and powered armor who were waiting in a sloppy but determined pace.

It's as if they can't see themselves.

Their gazes passed through him, passing through his chest, like sharp daggers, pointing directly at the inner city behind him.

Siberg swallowed, and a trace of panic suddenly appeared in his dazed pupils.

This was certainly not because of those simple anger. He had stood with them from beginning to end, and of course he could feel that none of the anger was directed at him.

Only a true coward fears the wrath of ordinary people.

What really frightened Sperger was that he saw himself lying on the white cloth in the middle of the huge crowd - although the face was blurred by blood, there was no doubt that it was his body!

I……

already dead?

Sberg touched his face blankly, trying to find something real from this illusory world.

The tidal wave of sound gradually became clearer.

People's faces are getting closer.

He saw familiar faces, and he remembered their names. Although most people couldn't pronounce their names, as long as he called his coworkers, they would all agree.

At this moment, they roared.

‘Shoot! ’

‘Cowards! ’

‘Look us in the eye! ’

Looking away from the illusory but real picture, Sberg looked at Ibers in horror.

"...You faked my death?"

No wonder they didn’t allow themselves to say goodbye to their co-workers!

These people faked their own deaths!

But why?

Ibbers suddenly laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, why would I do something like that? And when you say 'you', who are you referring to specifically? Is it me who we met for the first time? Or is it the adult I've never met before? Or... A black card friend whom I’ve never met?”

Sperger had a look of confusion on his face.

Stopping his laughter, Ibbers said softly.

"The picture you see did not actually happen, it is just a 'possibility', one of countless hypotheses derived by the computer... Of course, it is almost going to happen, maybe only 1 second away. "

"Let me call it the 'A ending'."

Sberg looked at Ibbers blankly.

From the beginning, he couldn't understand what this guy was talking about.

"What's the meaning?"

Not surprised by his confusion, Ibbers continued lightly.

"Aren't you a storyteller? Then use your talent. If I hadn't intervened and X-16 hadn't entered your room in advance, you would have died in prison fighting a killer, and it was An extremely miserable death - this is entirely possible. After all, the killer wants you to die but also wants you not to die so quickly. It's hard for those idiots to find such a twisted guy. "

"Then, when the angry workers see your twisted corpse, they will occupy the prison and lift you high. The workers in the entire settlement will become co-workers... In fact, you have already occupied a large area, so For example, in prison, the warden there will not resist you at all, and will even stand with you silently. "

Sberg's Adam's apple moved.

"Then what?"

He wanted to know what happened next.

"Then, just like it happened countless times before." Ibers raised his chin and pressed the continue play button nonchalantly.

The images in the room continued to move.

After the crowd crossed the cordon, the commander of the militia ordered to fire. The bravest people walked in the front and were the first to die. The people behind started to run away. Those who hesitated were caught between the dead and cowards. Innocent people also began to fall.

There were countless casualties in the crowd, and the streets were stained red with blood. Children lay crying on the corpses of their parents, but were taken away as young co-workers. Those cowards were really scared. They would rather kill one by mistake than let one go. After all, the seeds of hatred are invisible, and it is impossible to stop the sound of gunfire.

The nobles quickly declared the Workers' Association illegal, and the gates between the outer city and the inner city fell heavily. A large number of mercenaries were mobilized - or bribed, to form a search team and entered the industrial area to arrest members of the Workers' Association. However, the word "worker" cannot be written on the face, which is much harder to recognize than a predator who is keen on cannibalism, which has led to many tragic tragedies.

Some people who had confiscated money also began to spontaneously join the search teams, using lynching to avenge their former enemies, or simply rob the finances legally, or simply vent their hopes suppressed by order. Everything that was not allowed on weekdays was tacitly allowed by the nobles at this moment, because they were more afraid of invisible and intangible ghosts than a few vicious dogs.

Those who die first become the luckiest. They died heroically and gloriously. The coward who ran away will regret why he did not choose a happy death at that time.

Until then, life will be the real hell...

When everything is over, the gate to the outer city will be opened again, and new survivors will flow in to take the place of the residents of the outer city. The blood-stained streets have long been washed clean, and the gate to the inner city will be reopened depending on the situation. Wastelanders are as concerned with a settlement's past as they are with its future.

After twenty or thirty years of silence, everything will return to where it started, as if nothing had happened.

After all, most people in the wasteland only live for twenty or thirty years. Only nobles can probably live longer, but usually not too long.

After watching the sequel to ending A, Sperger's lips trembled.

He couldn't accept that this was the end of them.

What he couldn't accept even more was that such a thing had happened countless times.

No one ever told him it would be like this!

He had to stop them!

There must be...there must be a better way!

"...You are lucky. Because of my intervention, your co-workers only suspected that you were dead. Although the amount of bleeding was definitely enough to cause death, they did not see your body."

"The warden tried to persuade them to calm down. The murderer who listened to your story earlier shouted that he wanted to fight to the death with the noble master, but your fellow workers did not trust these two men very much. After all, they have their own positions. Now, you The guys are still arguing about whether or not to push the button to destroy everything and smash this mess once and for all.”

Ibbers admired the changing expressions on his face and suddenly said.

"I asked if there is a possibility that the killer was actually sent by the alliance's managers."

"Absolutely impossible!" Sperger replied without hesitation, his eyes extremely firm, like a burning torch.

Without denying his judgment, Ibers continued slowly.

"Well, in our deduction, this possibility is not impossible. He only needs to pay a small price to solve the 'trouble' in Boulder City, right? In fact, I am also very surprised as to why this possibility exists. sex."

"According to my observation, that man has never been clever, but he is not good at it. His strengths are actually conspiracy and dueling. Logically speaking, this man disdains the use of assassination. There should be something What we don’t understand interferes with our ‘probabilities’.”

Siberg stared at him and said seriously.

"The machine is not omnipotent. Maybe the machine you calculated is broken."

The assembly line occasionally gets stuck.

Even if no one is intentionally sabotaging it, machines will break down on their own from time to time.

Ibbers suddenly smiled.

"You are right, of course this possibility exists. And actually there is another possibility. It was not Chu Guang who took action, but someone else. After all, Boulder City is not the only survivor colony in the wasteland. , I’m not bragging, there are still many people who covet the treasure in our hands.”

Legions, corporations, academies...even the Great Rift itself.

All the old members of the post-war reconstruction committee abide by an ancient oath not because they have extremely high moral standards, but because there is something that endorses the oath and makes it a real contract.

Of course, after so many years, it’s hard to say how much of a deterrent that thing still has. Maybe the old rulers were just too lazy to pay attention to these cockroaches who were trying to make a living in the wasteland, and they didn’t really think that these things were from the garbage heap of history. The "Order" retrieved can do great things...but that's another story.

…

"We have deduced thousands of possibilities, not just the A ending you see, but also this... let's call it B ending." Ibers pressed the remote control, and the screen turned. The man stood at the door of the beer hall.

Time seems to go back to the beginning of the month, when Sperger was first arrested.

Sperger looked at Alec and Kent, leading the guards towards the group of people at the entrance of the tavern. A fierce conflict broke out almost as soon as the two sides came into contact.

They are like burning powder keg, everyone is

Two hundred people rushed towards the dozen or so guards.

Kent was beaten to death on the spot, Alec ran away without saying a word, Phyllis fired... and Sperger himself seemed to be the unlucky guy again, his brain was exploded by bullets.

However, this time the casualties were kept to a limited extent.

The gunfire in the beer hall only spread across a few streets. The workers knew that several brave young men died that day and felt sad for their deaths. Even Vega shed a few tears in a pretentious manner, but that was all. .

People die every day in this city, and their deaths are no different from others. Later, Mr. House said on the radio that they were thugs who killed a loyal young man named Kent. Some people slowly began to Think so.

The Rock successfully survived the surface crisis of predators who would eat people through the winter, and it ate some of them, just with the knives and forks of civilized people. The death notice was delayed for a while, but the bomb was not defused. Instead, it was buried deeper and more.

We don’t know when the next crisis will come, but it will definitely be more severe than this one, and it will definitely come.

Reckoning will come.

"Is there any difference this time?" Sperger swallowed.

He couldn't say whether it was a "good ending."

He died.

The workers who were the first to unite died.

But because of their deaths, the vast majority of people in this city survived...at least those innocent people did not have to die.

They are not the only rat people doing cheap work in this settlement. There are also many well-dressed gentlemen and tender-hearted girls on the bustling streets. Most of them neither have black cards, nor have they ever bullied anyone, and have even been wronged by life. They just endure and live an ordinary life in a less twisted settlement in the wasteland.

Sberg does not love those innocent people, after all, they have never loved him. He is willing to die for the manager, because he feels that that is actually good, but those glamorous guys are not worthy yet.

But if he was asked to kill them, he couldn't do it. Because humans are not rational animals in the first place, and only a few are awake all the time.

"You may not believe it. In fact, there is only one small difference between this branching B ending and the 'A ending that almost became reality' that you just watched."

"...What disagreement?"

"Your little clever idea happened to save yourself."

Looking at the confused Sberg, Ibers smiled slightly and continued in a bard-like tone.

"Drunk Bol took off his belt, but instead of humiliating Stephen and his family, he broke off his black card and turned around to unite those who had been bullied by Stephen. In the B ending corresponding to 'Maybe In "Sex", you wrote a completely different story. You did not mention the co-workers' association, but instead described in detail how Stephen's wife and daughter fell into the abyss of "pleasure", and how Stephen was in pain and despair... Awakening What he brought to Boer was not only the power of revenge, but also the admiration of girls."

"Your co-workers actually prefer to read stories like this."

Sperger blushed. He had indeed thought about it this way.

After all, it was about to snow, but Mr. Weijia fooled them with an IOU. On the way home, he was humiliated by Kent again.

It's true that he is a coward, but a coward is not a fool. He is angry and needs to vent his emotions.

But he didn't expect that there were only a few old newspapers between the A ending, where hundreds of thousands of people died, and the B ending, where only a few dozen people died.

"That's it?!"

"Yes, that's it. And...you actually wrote a little bit, didn't you? You just stopped writing in the end. Our calculations are not based on assumptions, and we need samples for deduction."

Looking at the red-faced and dumbfounded Sberg, Ibers smiled and read softly like a poem.

"...'Boll is the awakened one. He has the strength. Of course he can do this. No one can stop him.'"

Sperger's ears turned red when he heard others read what he had written. This was certainly different from what he felt when he read it himself.

He coughed violently, interrupting Ibbers's rereading.

"That's enough! I know! Don't read it anymore!"

Ibbers smiled without any malice and continued jokingly.

"It's a pity that my machine can't calculate how you write specifically. It just describes it abstractly... I'm actually quite curious about the unwritten story. How about you write it out when you have time."

Sperger said with a blush.

"That's enough. No matter what, it's just a vulgar novel... I don't think it has such a big influence."

Seeing the disbelief in his eyes, Ibers said softly.

"That's right, it's just a vulgar novel. It's magical, isn't it? Although it is just the story of 'Boer the Awakened', for the co-workers who saw such a thing as a 'book' for the first time, his Words and deeds almost become the guiding ideology of their actions.”

"After all, most of their minds are like blank sheets of paper. They immediately believe what House says, but they immediately stop believing it after they find out that House is lying. Simple good and evil, right and wrong, are what most people think about every day. You will think of it, it is just like a single-core CPU... Ah, you may not realize what an amazing or evil thing you have done. Although this is not your 'credit' alone, it will be for future generations. It should give you a relatively objective evaluation.”

"That's enough, I don't care about that kind of thing. Why do you want to show me these things...Whether it's ending A or B, it didn't actually happen, right?" Sberg stared at the lunatic-like guy in front of him, He said nervously, "Aren't you going to take me to meet someone? Let him come quickly. After meeting him, I want to go back to see my friends. They must be anxious."

He suddenly became a little afraid of the guy in front of him.

Is this guy really a human?

Or is he just like X-16, something that looks similar to a human being? Otherwise, how could he still laugh at this critical moment?

Sberg didn't know what the "uncanny valley effect" was, but he could feel the real sense of disobedience, which was getting stronger and stronger.

Ibers looked at the nervous Sperger and smiled, then said happily.

"Well, of course, the big shot is coming soon. But he is always late. This habit has been with him for a long time. Don't expect him to suddenly be punctual."

After a pause, he continued.

"As for why he brought you here, that's what he meant. You may not be able to understand that feeling... In short, after watching so many repetitive movies, he is almost a little bored."

Moreover, this time is different from the past.

According to the calculation results, after entering "Ending A", the gate to the outer city will not be opened again after being closed.

Just as there is a limit to a person's self-healing ability, there is also a threshold for Boulder City's self-healing ability.

Once that threshold is exceeded, the settlement enters a downward spiral. This situation usually does not occur spontaneously, but rather through the intervention of outside forces that break the rules.

Logically speaking, that adult should not interfere. Boulder City also has its historical mission, and completing its historical mission is actually a glorious thing.

All things move from life to death, and from death to life. This is the normal state of nature. There is no escape from the fate of repeated rise and fall. If there is an era of prosperity, there must be an era of wasteland.

It's just a matter of time.

However, the adult was still too "kind" after all, so he pressed the pause button one second before the powder keg was about to explode.

It's cheap for these people.

A smile tugged at the corner of Ibbers' lips.

He suddenly thought of something and continued.

"...Ah, anyway, the game is over, you lose. I have an important meeting, so I can't be here with you."

After glancing at his watch, Ibers threw the remote control to Sperger and smiled slightly as he caught it hurriedly.

"Take it and play with it. Before he comes here, you can read it to your heart's content. Maybe it contains the happy ending of your dream?"

"Although in those endings, you and your friends are not the protagonists."

This screening room stores countless "future possibilities" calculated by computers and corresponding to different choices.

And all the things that have happened here in the past years...

These are valuable "materials".

Looking at the stunned Sberg, Ibers asked in a teasing tone.

"... By the way, can a guy like me, who has worked for nothing for a century and a half and never received a penny in salary, be considered a worker?"

Sberg was stunned.

This was beyond his knowledge.

There was no such special case among all the people he knew, and no one could live for a century and a half, so he didn't know how to answer for a while.

etc……

A century and a half? !

Siberg stared at the guy in front of him in surprise, as if he had realized something.

Ibers didn't give him time to think, and seemed to believe that he couldn't know the answer. He just laughed and disappeared from the room...

…

Dawn City.

In the manager's office of the Alliance Building, Cheng Yan reported to Chu Guang the commotion taking place in Boulder City with a solemn expression.

This commotion was obviously a follow-up to the arrest half a month ago.

Just as Chu Guang predicted.

Once the fuse is inserted into the powder keg, someone with itchy hands is bound to ignite it, whether intentionally or accidentally.

"That day Sberg returned to the cell as usual, and then there was the sound of fighting inside. The workers and the jailer rushed over immediately, but they only saw a pool of blood in the room, a lot of blood... Our embassy staff Entrusted to your residents, managed to get the photos.”

Chu Guang stared at the photos on the VM screen, frowning tightly, and suddenly raised his head and asked.

"No body?"

"Don't say there is no body... Boulder City did not admit that he was dead at all. Instead, they said that he escaped from prison, but then changed their story and said that he was transferred. They have bigger troubles and have no time to deal with this small matter. Even if this matter It is still fermenting," Cheng Yan sighed and continued, "And after hearing about Siberg's experience, more than 90% of the workers in the entire Boulder City have now joined the Workers' Association, and they are going to the inner city together to ask for an explanation. "

Chu Guang asked with a frown.

"What is their demand?"

Cheng Yan continued.

"If Sperger is dead, they want to see his body, and if he's alive, the inner city has to turn him over."

A very simple request.

It's not too much.

However, the nobles in the inner city are currently busy with another matter crazily, so it is natural that they cannot hear these simple wishes.

"So is he dead or not?"

"I tend to think that he is dead... After all, with this amount of bleeding, I don't believe he can still be alive." Cheng Yan cautiously expressed his judgment.

In his opinion, the nobles in the inner city are indeed not smart. Even a diplomat who is new to the business knows that they should do things neatly and neatly.

If you simply let someone disappear silently, there may not be such a big reaction, but they will do some inconsistent things.

I didn't want him to leave his body behind, but I also wanted to make such a bloody scene with such a big fanfare. Looking back, I regretted that I didn't do anything at the beginning. In the end, this arrogance harmed everyone.

Of course, what the final result will be is not up to him as an outsider, and what he sees may not be the full picture of the matter.

The league can't decide where things will go.

Only Sberg's friends, those in the Workers' Association, had the power to decide what they were going to do next.

Chu Guang closed his eyes and thought for a while.

He actually wanted the man who read the newspaper to survive, otherwise he wouldn't have invited him to the league as a guest. The story of Bol the Awakener was born in Boulder City, but it does not belong only to this small settlement. There are many small but important survivors like him in the wasteland who need to be encouraged.

But one thing comes to another, and this is ultimately Boulder City’s own business.

Suddenly, Chu Guang opened his eyes.

"I've actually been confused about one thing."

Cheng Yan: "What happened?"

"The Lord of Boulder City," Chu Guang thought for a moment, "I thought at first that he simply didn't care about us, but I didn't expect that he didn't just care about us."

Cheng Yan frowned and tried to understand the manager's words.

Suddenly, he thought of something and opened his eyes wide.

"Do you think there is a possibility... that this matter is actually related to the city lord?"

There are many nobles in Boulder City, but there is only one city lord. Even the most arrogant nobles would show some respect when speaking of him.

In theory, this settlement is owned by a guy who is "all-powerful".

"I don't know," Chu Guang shook his head, "I'm no less confused than you... To be honest, so far, our plan has not only gone smoothly, but it has gone too far. I couldn't help but think about it several times. Put on the brakes."

Cheng Yan whispered.

"Then...what do you think we should do now?"

Chu Guang thought for a while and said.

"I feel like something big is going to happen. Let the people from the embassy evacuate first and bring the sleeping cabin and necessary documents. I will arrange for the staff of the refugee home and some residents of the shelter to pick them up at the gate of Jubi." ”

Boulder City is a good "novice village". Those diplomats are valuable talents who have been trained and cannot be lost for no reason.

Once a life is lost, the situation will escalate further, and the outcome will be even more difficult.

Cheng Yan nodded and said seriously.

"I'll do it right away!"

Watching Cheng Yan leave, Chu Guang was about to call Luka and tell him that he could start arranging the things he had planned for a rainy day.

However, at this moment, there was a knock on the door that had just been closed by Minister Cheng. This time, it was Charlie, the president of the Hong Merchants Guild, who came in.

Seeing his solemn expression, Chu Guang didn't waste any time and went straight to the point and asked.

"whats the matter?"

"President Malvern of Boulder City would like to meet with you." Old Charlie reported truthfully.

Malvern?

Chu Guang was not surprised that this guy wanted to see him.

He estimated that Boulder City Bank might not be able to hold on anymore, and after much deliberation, the only way left was to beg himself.

Chu Guang was suddenly curious about how Mr. Malvern planned to explain the run on Boulder City during this period and the city hall's interception of export goods.

"When does he want to make an appointment?"

Old Charlie said respectfully.

"He's already downstairs!"

…

At the gate of Boulder City, in previous winters it would have been deserted and filled with snow, but this winter was uncharacteristically lively and lively like a festival.

The road from the entrance of the Far Wind Hotel to the checkpoint at the main entrance of Jubi was almost choked with crowded stalls.

Merchants leading two-headed oxen came and went, and mercenaries and tourists in strange costumes were mixed among them. These wastelanders were like hyenas wandering around the ruins. They all smelled the smell of rotting corpses in the air, and they couldn't wait to come over and take a bite...

"...I can understand that cereals, sausages and jerky are in demand, but why is soap so popular?" Passing by a stall, Ye Shi saw a few big characters written on the sign and couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.

The barter only includes grains, sausages, dried meats, and soap.

The only money required is silver coins, Cr and dinars.

Some stalls went even further. They simply stuck chips on the wooden board and drew a red cross to indicate that they did not want this garbage.

This is not Boulder City, and most merchants are not from here at all. Naturally, no one will care about them if they do this.

Kuangfeng, who was walking next to him, glanced at the stall next to him and said casually.

"The shelf life is very long, the volume is small, it is easy to carry, the demand is stable, it can solve hygiene problems, and it can wash everything. In a period when consumer goods are scarce, cheap and easy-to-use soap will be better than shampoos and shower gels with specialized functions. Sub-products are more popular and easier to price. After all...in the most extreme case, fragrance, brand added value, and user experience cannot be sold at a premium."

Ye Shi touched his head.

"It makes sense."

If people don't take a shower for a long time, the smell will be worse than that of animals. This is not only a matter of hygiene and sanitary sanitation, but also being exposed to the smell in the wasteland is a very dangerous thing.

Experienced hunters will identify prey through scent, and some experienced traders will avoid danger because they smell the corpse smell of predators.

"Wow, Uncle Fengfeng knows a lot!"

Jiujiu nodded enthusiastically, with an expression of someone who had learned something. Ye Shi heard it, but couldn't help bursting into laughter.

"Hahahaha! Uncle Guangfeng!"

After glaring at the brothers and sisters awkwardly, Kuang Feng closed his mouth and stopped talking. Lao Bai, who was walking aside, saw this and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"It's okay, brothers. Let these two young men be proud for a while. In a dozen years, we will all be old people."

Realizing that she had made a mistake, Jiujiu rolled her eyes and said strangely.

"It's okay! We don't talk about the game outside of the game, and the game characters won't change. You will definitely still be handsome little brothers in more than ten years!"

Lao Bai was amused by her words and said with a smile.

"Hahaha, if only our Ye Shi had your emotional intelligence! No, I almost forgot, you are a family."

Ye Shi, who was cheerful a second ago, suddenly became unhappy when he heard this.

"Damn it, why do I have no emotional intelligence!"

Storm coughed.

"Just think you have it."

Ye Shi: "Damn! Just think of it as if I have it!"

Lao Bai: "Hahaha!"

The group of people walked towards the gate of Boulder City noisily, joking with each other, as if they came from the wasteland.

But this time it was different than usual.

Due to the addition of Jiujiu, the "troller" who came to join in the fun, the three buddies were more reserved in joking with each other. They were embarrassed to refer to each other as father and son, and the topics they talked about were more elegant and easy-going.

These days, the dog managers of the cattle and horse herd basically spend their time in Boulder City.

Fang Chang got a large sum of chips from nowhere, and with the cooperation of Fred, the "big traitor", he bought several factories that supplied Jushi Military Industry.

Niuma Group not only digs with equipment, but also digs with people and equipment.

Especially for some skilled engineers and veteran workers, they not only provide one person's settlement allowance, but also help make arrangements for the whole family.

Those generous conditions not only moved those who were poached, but even the bosses who helped them with the hoe were envious.

So far, all Niuma Group has paid is some increasingly worthless chips and a small amount of silver coins.

Yes.

Although chips are becoming less and less valuable, they are official currency after all, and you still have to use chips to buy things in Boulder City.

Some transactions of production materials are still done with chips, and there is almost no price increase.

You can even negotiate a "discount".

This is one of the typical symptoms of the overheating stage of the economy. Although commodity prices continue to rise, the means of production for producing commodities have entered a stagflation cycle ahead of schedule.

The profiteers in Boulder City are often very generous and are willing to take the initiative to sell high-quality assets at a discount or even break their bones. However, in exchange, they will often hint to the buyer and ask for an additional "tip" in Cr or silver coins.

For those stingy people who are only willing to give them chips, no one in the circle of profiteers in Boulder City will pay attention to them.

After all, no one is stupid.

Smart people can still recognize what real money looks like.

Compared to those wastelanders who pretend to be stupid and want to take advantage, the buyers from the Alliance are much more generous when dealing with these problems.

Therefore, what the profiteers in Boulder City like most are guests from the Alliance.

Finally reaching the gate of Boulder City, Lao Bai took out his chips and was about to pay the city entry tax, but was pushed back by the militiaman standing at the gate.

Lao Bai frowned slightly, looked at the man and asked.

"What's the meaning?"

The man said expressionlessly.

"Someone is causing trouble in the city. No one will be allowed in today. I won't stop you if you want to come in, but I don't know when you can come out."

After a pause, he gave a meaningful warning.

"Something happened inside, don't blame us for not warning you."

Ye Shi raised his eyebrows.

joke.

He lives every three days!

Will he be someone who is afraid of getting into trouble?

However, as soon as he raised his feet to step forward, he was pulled back by Lao Bai and Guangfeng, and was dragged to a place more than ten meters away.

"Damn it! Are you scared now?!"

Looking at the wide-eyed Ye Shi, Kuangfeng said calmly.

"Calm down...if my guess is correct, something big must have happened in Boulder City."

Lao Bai also nodded seriously.

"Well, Fang Chang said this in the group before. Maybe the worst case scenario has happened... I have to go in, but at least I have to find out what happened inside first."

Kuangfeng: "Go to the official website forum and ask?"

Lao Bai glanced around.

"Let's split up and ask the NPCs nearby... there may be news that other players haven't found yet."

Looking at the two people communicating, Ye Shi was stunned for a moment.

"Wait a minute, what did that bitch Fang Chang say again? Why didn't I know?"

Storm rolled her eyes.

"Go to the small group and crawl the chat history by yourself!"

Jiujiu, who was following her brother, said nothing. She stood aside obediently and listened quietly, but her eyes shone with excitement.

Good guy!

Is something big going to happen?