This Game is Too Real Chapter 713

  Chapter 713 The night that decided the fate of King Galleon Port

  The evening sun gradually sank into the sea, and the sparkling golden color drifted away against the tide.

  A young man wearing a sapphire blue shawl and a gown made of devil silk walked straight out of the reservoir area, and the most luxurious hotel in the port area came into his sight.

  The name of the hotel is "Triumph".

   It is said that the boss here is a local citizen of King Gallon Port.

   After the alliance seized control of the settlement and confirmed the ownership of the property, it returned the hotel by the harbor to its original owner and changed its business license.

   In order to thank the alliance for its generosity and celebrate the liberation of King Galleon Port, the owner immediately changed the name of the hotel from "Empire" to "Triumph".

  I heard that the guy actually wanted to change the name to "Alliance" at the beginning, but was rejected by the city hall on the grounds that "misleading logos must not be used".

   Dalia didn't care about the origin of this hotel, but what interested him was the alliance's attitude towards this port.

  Obviously, at this point in the war, the soldiers of the alliance probably won't withdraw from here, or even if they withdraw, they won't withdraw completely.

  After investing such a huge cost, even if they are not going to directly incorporate this place into part of the alliance territory, they will at least establish an indirect controlled puppet Z government locally.

   Otherwise, they don't need to distribute food to the locals at all, but should directly rob these survivors of their pockets like the Willant people.

   Or at least **** up those fat and oily nobles.

   Judging from the current performance, Dalia can almost conclude that the alliance is not to untie the slaves and leave them alone, but to seriously manage the land.

  If this is the case, then this settlement with a population of over one million will undoubtedly usher in a huge opportunity for development, and it may become the second Silver Moon Bay!

  As an armed merchant with his own cargo ship and private guard, if he doesn't even have the most basic sense of business, then he might as well sell the ship and go home to farm.

  However, it is impossible for him to only consider the benefits of one thing while ignoring the objective risks. If the money earned cannot be taken away, it will be meaningless.

  Business on the shore is different from that at sea. The latter is a one-shot transaction. At most, you need to look at the weather at sea and deal with alien species and not-so-powerful pirates, while the former needs to constantly deal with intricate local forces.

  Especially in places like King Galleon Port.

  This used to be the largest population trading port along the coast of the Borneo Sea, and the local situation may be more complicated than he imagined.

  He needs to figure out two things.

  What kind of order does the alliance intend to establish locally.

as well as-

  How far can they do it?

  He believed that not only he was curious about these two questions, but all the merchants who docked here were full of curiosity.

   It just so happened that the authorities of King Gallen Port prepared a welcome dinner for their guests who came from afar at the Triumph Hotel.

  I heard that important people in this settlement will appear at this banquet.

  He can just take this once-in-lifetime opportunity to observe...

   walked onto the red carpet in front of the hotel.

  He showed the invitation letter in his hand to the waiter standing by, who bowed slightly and made a gesture of invitation to the inner door.

   "This way please, sir."

  I always felt that the temperament of this waiter was a bit unusual, and Dalia couldn't help but ask a question out of curiosity.

   "Are you a nobleman here?"

  The waiter was slightly taken aback, then said with a gentle smile.

   "Of course not, I am a servant of a nobleman... But those 'iron men' returned my freedom, and now I am employed by this hotel."

   "Iron Man..." Chewing the word repeatedly, Dalia continued to ask curiously, "Did you know that they are actually members of the Alliance?"

  The waiter nodded slightly and continued in a gentle manner.

   "I know, but I'm used to it, and so are a lot of people here."

  Dalia stared at the waiter's eyes for a while, trying to find the brand of a slave in his eyes, but unexpectedly found that there was no such thing.

  The waiter didn't dodge his gaze, but responded to his gaze in a normal way, neither excessively flattering nor respectful enough to be ashamed in the dust, just like one person looking at another.

  Dalia couldn't help but look surprised.

  All the way from the reservoir area to here, every local person he met had his head down, and even a casual eye contact would make them flee in a hurry.

  Even if most of them are born freemen.

   It can be seen that the master served by this waiter should be a great person, otherwise the servants at home would not have received a good education.

  At least in Borneo Province, this kind of self-esteem is extremely rare...

   "...You give me a completely different feeling from others. It seems that your former master should be a great guy."

  Hearing this sentence, the waiter smiled and said softly.

"I am very grateful to Governor Nihak for his cultivation of me. Whether he is out of show off or for other purposes, he taught me to read and write. As for whether he is great, please allow me to reserve a negative opinion. Whether I thank him is another matter."

   Amused by this interesting statement, Dalia said with a smile.

   "You shouldn't be a waiter here, you should go out to sea and make more money."

  The waiter nodded slightly.

"It's less than a month since I'm free. I plan to start with the work I can do well. Maybe I'll consider your suggestion in the future... By the way, we've been talking for too long, can you please let me walk you through To the banquet hall?"

  He was not the only waiter at the door, but the banquet was about to begin.

   Realizing that he had interrupted his work, Dalia immediately said with a hearty smile.

   "Please take me there... By the way, my name is Dalia, can you tell me your name?"

  The waiter nodded slightly.

   "Of course, my name is Zaid."

  Zayid…

  Dalia silently remembered the name in her heart.

   It seems that this land is not completely hopeless.

  A million faces are not all the same look of despair, there is still a faint trace of fire that is emitting a glimmer like a firefly.

  Following Zaid's footsteps and moving to the banquet hall, Dalia saw that the spacious hall was almost full of guests dressed in fine clothes.

  All kinds of faces gathered in the luxuriously decorated banquet hall, and people gathered in small groups to chat with each other.

  He notices two familiar faces.

  One of them is Bujara, a sausage tycoon in Silver Moon Bay. The sausages in the entire Hump Kingdom are produced by the meat food processing factory under his name!

  The other person was even more terrible, and it turned out to be Ikab, the president of the Yinyuewan Merchants Association! The textiles produced by the industry under its name accounted for 30% of the market and 23% of the textile industry's export value in the entire Hump Kingdom. Due to its huge tax contributions, it was received by the King of the Hump Kingdom and was awarded the title of Honorary Sir.

  Dalia had a surprised expression on her face.

   Didn't expect this guy to be here!

  He only knows now!

   What surprised him even more was the content of their conversation.

  While they were still hesitating, they seemed to have already started thinking about investing in building a factory here? !

   "I heard that Baiyue Company intends to build a steel plant and a cement plant here."

   "Oh? Who did you hear that from?"

   "I just went around the vicinity of Knight 1st Road. There was a recruitment notice posted there, and a worker offered a monthly salary of 1,500 gallons."

   "1500 gallons...isn't that 150 silver coins?!"

"It's cheap, isn't it? In Dawn City, dogs probably won't glance at this salary, but it's already a high salary for the locals. If the import tax is not very high and the supply of materials at the port can be stable, this money is enough to exchange With more than 100 kilograms of corn, they may not eat so much soil in a month."

   "Hiss... When you say that, I suddenly feel that the salary is too high."

   "I'm afraid that the alliance will also implement their labor law here."

"It's not impossible, but it will probably refer to the actual situation in the local area. Dawn City didn't use the current set of rules on the first day... And if they really have to pay them 7,200 gallons a month according to the law of the alliance, I bet they will be the first All wages are exchanged for food for a while.”

   "Haha, that would be a disaster... But with a monthly salary of 150 silver coins, if they can spend one-third of their income on clothes, beds and curtains, I am afraid it will be a considerable market."

   "Are you going to open a textile factory here?"

   "Why not? This is where flax and dyes are produced. The embargo of the empire may be a problem, but it should get better when the ceasefire agreement comes into force."

  Although eavesdropping is bad behavior, Dalia still listened carefully to every word in their conversation, and was tickled by the business opportunities involved.

  He is engaged in food import and export. It may be difficult to expand his old business onshore. He will definitely not be able to win against these big guys who have been cultivating in their respective fields for more than ten years.

   But at this time he thought of someone—

   It was the waiter he saw at the hotel entrance just now.

  The fight between the primary and secondary industries will definitely be extremely tragic, but the tertiary industry, especially the service industry, seems to be underestimated for the time being.

  His capital is not much, but taking advantage of the current hot money in Jin Gallon Port, it is more than enough to invest in one or two hotels.

  If there are really so many bigwigs who are optimistic about the future business prospects here, it seems like a good idea to make money from those bigwigs.

  Dalia's mind couldn't help but become active.

   Maybe after the banquet is over, he can talk to that interesting guy...

   Not only the merchants of Silver Moon Bay were chatting on the spot, but also some local merchants and nobles who lived on Tulip Street.

  Maybe it was because they were dragged out of their homes some time ago. Although many small and medium nobles are still maintaining their dignity with a smile on their faces, a considerable number of big nobles whose interests have been damaged have already written their dissatisfaction on their faces.

   Not entirely dissatisfied with the alliance.

  There is also the "new nobles" who "make waves".

  For example, the leader of the militia named Lacy, was drunk before the banquet started, like a baboon who couldn't find his home.

   What is even more hateful is that Sergeant Bihari, who used to be just a dog of Governor Nihak, now has a new owner, and his nose is almost up to the sky!

  As for the Port District Sheriff Mandal and his ilk, there is no need to mention that wagging the dog's tail is simply disgusting.

   Really blinded their dog eyes!

   Don't look at who is the real noble blood!

   At this moment, there was a burst of moderate clapping from the center of the banquet hall.

   "Everyone please be quiet first, before the banquet begins, please allow me to take up a little of your precious time."

  Hearing that voice, everyone turned their eyes to the center of the banquet hall, only to see a man in a blue coat standing there with a smile on his face.

  Whether it's that handsome face, the intellectual elegance inadvertently revealed between his brows, or the iconic coat on his body, they all immediately became the focus of attention of the audience.

  The residents of the refuge are all very good-looking, but apart from the ladies and ladies with fiery eyes, most of the guests still focus more on his coat.

  Vault 404!

  Looking at that young face and that all-too-familiar dress, Dalia couldn't help but ignite a trace of expectation in his eyes.

  The main event is finally coming!

  Looking at the pair of focused and expectant eyes, Fang Chang finally felt a little bit of the fun of being a manager at this moment.

  People were looking forward to it, paying attention to every word he said, pondering over every word he said, and betting all their hopes and wealth on him.

   This is even more pleasing to him than the balance of the deposit.

  He felt a huge force in his hand.

  Under the influence of this force, he can not only turn dung into gold, but also turn gold into dung, and even turn the dream he had last night into reality—

   Of course, this is just an exaggerated metaphor.

  Ever since he got the helmet, he hasn't had those weird dreams for a long time.

   "...Welcome everyone to King Gallon Port. This is a banquet prepared for you. You are the hosts of this banquet. I don't intend to take up too much time by overwhelming the guests."

  Using a self-deprecating phrase as the opening remark, Fang Chang cleared his throat in front of everyone, and continued politely.

   "I'll just say two things."

"Our original intention of coming here has not changed. We want to establish a long-lasting order in King Gallon Port, and it is a normal order, otherwise the blood shed for this will be meaningless. Of course, we will not go too far The local survivors must eat the same rice as us, and we only make the most basic requirements in terms of principles. As for what kind of life they want to live in the future, this is a question that the local people should think about themselves.”

"Secondly, an order that cannot fill the stomach is empty talk. While establishing a new order, we will focus on economic construction. After all, only by making the lives of local survivors better and allowing them to regain hope for the future, hospitals and Schools will spring up from the land like mushrooms after rain, and the order we establish will gain true meaning."

"To this end, the new authorities have approved a series of 37 infrastructure plans, including road repairs, bridge repairs, drainage facilities repairs, and shantytown reconstruction. The specific project plans have been announced on the bulletin board of the city hall. Thank you Friends who are interested can go to the government affairs hall for consultation, and if you are not clear, you can also come to the governor's office at the port and ask me."

"The total budget of the project is about 1 billion gallons, and it is expected to leverage a market of tens of billions... After all, there are so many people in this settlement, even if you can make each person earn 55 more gallons a day, and then earn from their pockets Half of their annual income is enough for this amount.”

  Fang Chang noticed that when he said these words, even the local nobles and gentry who were originally dissatisfied could not help showing moved expressions at this moment.

  Although they are pedantic, it does not mean that they have not learned arithmetic.

   Ten billion gallons!

   In other words, one billion silver coins!

  Although the Xilan Empire does not use silver coins as its main foreign exchange reserves, judging from the attitudes of those Yinyue Bay merchants, they widely recognize that the exchange rate between dinars and silver coins is 3~5:1.

   In other words, this market is worth at least three billion dinars! Even more amazing than their majesty's local deposits!

   After finishing the math problem with their fingers, almost every nobleman showed an expression of disbelief.

  After all, even if the cattle in the entire settlement were sold, and all of them were sold at an average price of 1,000 dinars, they would never be sold at such an astonishingly high price.

No-

   Rather, even the fraction of three billion is not enough!

  Fang Chang knew exactly what these guys were surprised at. It was nothing more than the childish addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, trying to understand things he hadn't seen with a superficial cognition. Of course, a million animals can't be sold for a sky-high price of several billion dinars, but that's because a group of stupid pigs sold people as animals.

  In fact, anyone's needs can become the soil for another person's creativity. The two things of raising needs and solving them almost run through the main line of human reproduction and civilization. Even in the most extreme cases, the value created by a bonded laborer whose needs are reduced to food, clothing, housing and transportation is far beyond that of a slave in the hands of a feudal lord.

And if it is a dignified and educated worker, he will even think of ways to improve the tools and methods of production, and think about making himself more dignified...even if this guy eats a lot, uses a lot, and even asks for and There are many problems.

  Of course, Fang Chang didn't intend to explain that much to them.

   The aversion to and resistance to progress is the talent flowing in the veins of feudal aristocrats and conservative forces, whether it is the improvement of productivity or other things, after all, the superiority they demand largely comes from the suffering of another group of people. No matter how much he explains, it is nonsense. They have ten thousand ways to argue. For example, the sun-carrying cow is the truth of all things. The sages of the prosperous era all said so.

  The respected manager would never explain anything to the slave owners who lost their slaves and the slaves who missed their masters.

  When the sun rises, the cold night will naturally dissipate. If one time is not enough, then several times, there is always a ray of hope sprouting from the ashes.

   Paused, he continued.

"...In order to show support for the new government's infrastructure projects, and also to support the infrastructure projects in Potato Fries Port, Baiyue Company decided to set an example and invest at least 20 million silver coins in the budget to introduce a steel and cement production line from the alliance. , invest in the establishment of a steel plant with an annual output of 500,000 tons and a cement plant with an annual output of one million tons in Jingalun Port."

  “We sincerely hope that the lives of the local survivors can get on the right track as soon as possible, and we also look forward to the future King Gallon Port playing a more important role in the wasteland...and more than a positive role!”

  Looking at the guests who were listening intently with bated breath, Fang Chang had a gentle smile on his face, and continued speaking in a relaxed tone.

   "That's all, nothing else. My mouth is dry, and you are probably tired too...Enjoy the banquet, friends from afar!"

"By the way, the fine wines at the banquet are the treasures that Governor Nihak kept for his majesty, although he himself is still in prison praying for his majesty to rescue him. But to be honest, compared to those dizzy I recommend the delicacies on the dining car. Although those things are not delicacies, they are just common things in our hometown..."

   At the same time as the voice fell, a waiter had already appeared on both sides of the banquet hall pushing a dining car, and opened the silver round cover.

Roasted brown duck, braised pork wrapped in waxy red soup, mapo tofu sprinkled with pepper and green onion, grilled shrimp, grilled meat and charcoal grilled scallops and oysters, etc. In addition, there are various fruits and steamed products and pastries.

   For players, these foods are definitely not unfamiliar. You may be able to find them after taking off your helmet and going downstairs for a walk.

   But for the survivors on the wasteland, especially the survivors on this uncivilized land, they were really shocked.

   What is surprising is not only the food itself, it can be seen that the ingredients used in these foods are common and visible things, but the method of processing the ingredients is unheard of.

   A series of dizzying delicacies appeared in everyone's sight, and the tempting aroma lingered in everyone's nose.

   Not just technology—

  Even the little pride they had left as a hometown of spices was completely lost in front of the bottomless food culture.

  Director Mandal swallowed.

  Compared with these things, what Prince Dilip eats is like pig food!

  Lassi was too drunk. When he saw the dazzling array of delicacies, he reached out and rubbed his red nose as if seeing heaven, and even sobered up a lot from the wine.

  Compared to the merchants in Yinyue Bay, those local veteran nobles and wealthy gentry were obviously the ones who were most shocked.

Although one meal is not enough to change their attitude towards the alliance, after all, no one here lacks this meal, but the rows of unsightly dining cars still make them suspect that they have been in the past decades. sense of superiority.

These…

   Is it just something commonly seen in Dawn City?

   Even ordinary people can enjoy it? !

   Confusion appeared on each face, and they even doubted themselves.

   Then what are they?

   Beggar?

   Once upon a time, they could comfort themselves with the fact that although the alliance is strong, it lacks supplies, and there are no groups of slaves to serve them, so they don't know what to enjoy.

  But now they find that, not to mention compared with the managers of the alliance, their lives are not even as good as the most ordinary survivors of the alliance...

   "What kind of cowhide are you bragging about... Ordinary people can afford it. If you have the ability, don't buy Borneo cows! You gophers won't starve to death..."

  Of course, you are not allowed to buy from the Luoxia Province!

A rich man from the cattle family cursed in a low voice with a voice that only he could hear, but his mung bean-like eyes kept glancing at the dining car, wanting to see what that strange round thing was. Meat.

  Except for those distinguished guests from Silver Moon Bay and upstarts from Golden Gallon Port who had gathered beside the dining car, almost none of the nobles moved their noble legs.

   It's not that they are not curious about what the fancy-looking food tastes like, but that they are waiting for the servant to bring the plate.

It wasn't until they realized that they had to fetch the food by themselves, and it wasn't until they couldn't bear the soul-inducing aroma that some people condescended to step forward one after another, reached out and took it from the long table covered with a clean white tablecloth. dinner plate.

  An earl with a net worth of hundreds of millions of siran coins clumsily used a fork to pull a piece of braised pork that was soft and rotten like soup into a spoon, and then slowly sent it into his mouth.

  The shock written in his eyes at that moment was like looking up at His Majesty's palace, and also like the survivors of Qingquan City seeing the majestic Pioneer for the first time.

  Fat but not greasy, melts in the mouth, soft and sweet...

   What the **** is this…

  What kind of meat? !

  A distraught expression appeared on his face, and it also appeared on the faces of many people with the same identity as him.

  I always feel lost...

  Appreciating with satisfaction the faces with wonderful and different expressions and those gobbling people, Fang Chang took a champagne from the tray handed by the waiter.

   This is one of the treasures of that Wu Tuo Xilan, produced in the distant city of Triumph.

   Those Willant people are really good at brewing wine.

  He toasted to all the guests, but as if he was paying tribute to another distant friend, he touched lightly with the beam of light cast from the central ceiling of the banquet hall.

"cheers!"

  The banquet has officially begun.

The buffet on the first floor is mainly for NPCs, and the second floor is open to players who are active in the port area. Shareholders, employees, and personnel of cooperative units of Baiyue Company can enter for free, and casual players will pay 50 silver coins if they want to. Tickets are enough.

   While the guests were working hard, Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes came out of the back kitchen tired and sat down on a chair, cursing.

   "Damn, I'm really exhausted."

  His physique system of more than 30 levels has been exhausted into this ghostly appearance. If it weren't for the awakened one, he might be exhausted to death.

   There is one thing to say, this is indeed a civilized saline-alkali land. The local survivors' understanding of food is to mash the ingredients and cook them into a paste, and then throw the main ingredients that can be added into the pot and stew them. The richness of the content and the taste of the food depend on the economic ability of the head of the family. Generally, the richer the family, the weirder the food and the richer the taste.

  Even for this kind of hotel that mainly operates for foreign guests.

Although the locals ate with gusto, the brothers of the Burning Corps all expressed that they couldn't stand it. They would rather eat luncheon meat than go out to eat out after staying here for a long time, or they ran to the camp canteen near the port archive. solve.

  In order to improve the food of the local garrison, and to inject a little shock into the local people, Fang Chang called him over to teach the chefs here how to cook.

   As a result, just to teach those ten or twenty clumsy idiots to chop vegetables, he almost didn't get angry with high blood pressure.

   He somewhat understood the feeling of the brothers in the cattle and horses teaching those militiamen to fight.

  Seeing him sitting down, several big disciples next to him rushed over to rub his shoulders and beat his back. Even the owner of the Triumph Hotel ran out with a shy smile on his face and poured him a cup of tea himself.

   "Thanks for your hard work, master... oh no, sir, hehe." He suddenly remembered that these people didn't like the word master, so he changed his words temporarily.

  Uncle "Iron Man" personally taught his cooks how to cook. If the news spread, his Triumph Hotel might become popular in the next year or two.

   And during this period of time, he has opened his eyes.

  It turns out that a few ordinary foods can play so many weird tricks. Just a piece of pork can make hundreds of dishes.

  Not to mention that these Iron Man bosses gave money to rent his hotel, even if they don't give money to use his kitchen for nothing, he thinks it's worth it!

   Scrambled eggs with tomatoes took a sip of water and couldn't help but complain.

   "How did your previous guests eat it? Just those things?"

  The boss froze for a moment, and rubbed the back of his head in bewilderment, not understanding what the question was about.

   After holding back for a long time, he finally said a word in aggrieved manner.

   "Sir, before... We didn't serve raw ones before."

   Tomato scrambled eggs: "..."

   Good guy.

  Ganqing turns out to be familiar with it!

  The toasts were mixed, the cups and plates were messed up, and the banquet came to an end before they knew it.

   One by one, the guests stepped out of the gate of the Triumph Hotel with their round bellies, and the dull appearance of the two of them was enough to show that they were satisfied with the food.

  Sitting by the window on the second floor, watching the guests leaving the hotel with round bellies, Rourou couldn't help muttering.

   "If these guys eat less, more people will be fed."

  Tail subconsciously pulled out the skewer from his mouth, but when he saw the meaty eyes falling outside the window, he quietly stuffed it back.

   Holding the teacup and blowing gently, Sis put it back on the saucer.

   "No, more people will starve to death."

   "Can't we too?" Rourou looked away from the window, and Sesame Paste, who was staring at the moon in a daze, also looked at her curiously.

   Sisi said casually.

   "Even the manager is not good. Maybe it is okay to directly adjust the data planning, but we obviously can't do that kind of thing."

   Rourou asked puzzled.

"Why?"

  Sisi thought for a moment.

   "Have you ever fed a groundhog?"

   Sesame Paste raised his hand with a smile.

   "I have fed it! The little one is so cute."

  Fatty also nodded, puzzlement and confusion were still written on his furry face.

  Put some sugar in the teacup, Sisi continued.

"Those guys are not small or cute at all. They are the most vicious of their kind. Even when the food is plentiful, they can fight for food. If the one that can beat the most is not full , other groundhogs have no chance to **** the food from tourists, and can only wait for the breeder to feed them."

"Humans are far more cunning animals than other animals. Even if we distribute food to every local survivor like a breeder, there will definitely be a taller, fatter, and stronger person , using coercion and temptation, or even methods that we can't think of, to take away the food from other weaker people of the same kind."

"No matter what kind of production relationship is established, we have to choose between the formal results and the substantive results. Either we use 'correct' to regulate their behavior on the surface, and let them try on the edge of vague rules. Either we set a clear rule and let them use their instincts within the bounds of the rule."

   Rourou still didn't quite understand, so he asked in a muttering voice.

   "Can't we have it together?"

   The two things don't seem to contradict each other, at least from her point of view.

   Just write all the right things into the rules, right?

   Attach magic to bullets like Kelly.

  Sisi couldn't help rubbing his forehead when he heard the words, and was having a headache on how to explain this esoteric question in layman's terms. He burped comfortably with his tail swallowing his mouthful of delicious food.

"Hi-! Rourou is already an adult, not bad, it's true that only children do multiple-choice questions. But the reality is another matter, this is a game, and that kind of good thing, Ah Guang, won't take advantage of you in vain. A bad price is paid when you make a choice."

"Eh?!"

  Looking at Awei with a serious face and Rourou who was stunned with a dumbfounded face, Sisi was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile.

   "That's right, that's it."

  Speaking of which, the game is really a great invention.

   No wonder primitive people first learned to dance around a bonfire than the calendar and arithmetic...

   It's not just the NPCs who are full of food and drink, the players are also full of food. There is even a long queue in front of the toilet on the second floor, and some guys who can't help it simply go to the first floor.

  The appetite of the awakened person is quite astonishing, especially the four-stage physique system and strength system. Although the usual metabolism is not exaggerated, if you really open your belly to eat, you can even eat half a cow.

   As for the extra mass...

   It can only be discharged continuously through the powerful digestive system.

  Drinking slightly in the banquet hall on the first floor, Fang Chang, who was struggling on the verge of being disconnected, waved his index finger and babbled nonsense to Lao Bai beside him.

"This meal at least brought hundreds of millions of silver coins to our plan. After those guys return to Silver Moon Bay, this number may be doubled... By then, it will not only be the Golden Gallon Port, but also the French Fries Port. The source of building materials has also been resolved.”

  Helping this rickety guy to the save place, Lao Bai joked.

   "Gallon Harbor makes money and spends gallons. I want to take it home, right?"

  Fang Chang chuckled and moved his neck.

"That's right! Well, of course it doesn't include us... It's just that what we want is not the pile of useless papers, but something more valuable. Why don't we turn them into something more valuable and bring them back? The locals Not only will they not hate us for smashing their majesty's pot, but they will also be grateful to us!"

  Old Bai joked.

   "Before the exchange, you probably sold all their kidneys."

  Fang Chang rolled his eyes.

"What stupid thing to say, I haven't sold it, thank you, and even if I have considered it, I have only considered the renewable one. And when did I come up with this idea, isn't it all those **** who are on the forum every day Are you clamoring to sell the flesh and the waist of the physique system for money, I just contacted a buyer for them while doing the task."

  Of course, in the end, because the buyer was also taking business from the looters, they brushed it off as a wild monster.

  That was a long time ago.

   Paused, he hiccupped and continued.

"Actually, compared to the 'foreign businessmen' attracted from Yinyue Bay and the professional gamers operating in that area, I would rather spend the more than 100 billion Xilan coins piled up in the bank. I'm afraid we won't be able to spend all the money we have on the empire itself when it goes bankrupt."

   "Sneaky?" Lao Bai looked at him suspiciously.

   If I remember correctly, the empire should have imposed an embargo on them. No goods can be imported from the inland port of the Yongliu River.

"do not you know?"

  Fang Chang also gave him a strange look, then buried his head and muttered to himself.

   "I thought you knew."

  At the same time as the two were walking towards the save point, a group of sneaky figures were quietly approaching the position of the Imperial Army under the cover of night on the ceasefire line between the Alliance and the Empire...

  (end of this chapter)

Chapter end