Sberg originally thought he would be finished.
His boss Weijia will definitely bribe the people in the prison and let him come in and go out horizontally.
However, what he did not expect was that the workers did not abandon him. They surrounded the prison gate and even alarmed the militia regiment.
The prisoners in the prison were watching the fun inside and whispering curiously.
The Big Horned Deer God is on...I have never seen this scene before.
What do they want to do?
It's better to fight!A desperate person with a life on his back clenched his fists excitedly, ready to take the opportunity to escape from prison.
Sberg, who was sitting in the corner, coughed gently.
I won't fight... I probably won't.
Everyone looked at him.
Sperger was a little scared, shrank back and whispered.
I... read them in the stories.The awakened Boer knew that killing Stephen would not solve any problem...
The prisoners looked at each other.
Although I don't know what happened, my intuition told them that those people outside probably have something to do with the thin guy in front of me.
The outlaw walked up to Sberg, squatted down, and stared at him for a while.
Just when Sberg was so nervous that he suddenly spoke.
Bohl?Stephen?What is that?
Sberg was stunned.
...Then, that's a long story.
The outlaw sat on the ground and waved his hand.
Don't worry, just talk slowly, you can't get out for a while, and I just happen to be... we have time.
Seeing that the prisoners were staring at them curiously, Sberg swallowed and nodded hurriedly.
OK... Then I will start with the beginning.
Boer was born in a slum at the foot of the giant wall and was an unforgettable country bumpkin from the outer city.
But who was in the city from the beginning?
The Stone City was not built in one day...
He told Boer's story in a casual tone. Soon he discovered that not only the prisoners, but even the guards who were guarding the door leaned against the railing and listened.
This is a story of a small person.
Just as the men said, a mere awakened person cannot become a climate.
But here, who is not a little person?
After the story was told for a while, the commotion outside ended and the prison was full.
Then a boss came over and pretended to take his workers back, but people were not willing to follow him at all.
Go home, my kids!The environment here is too bad, gloomy and cold!You go home with me first. If you have any requirements, we can sit down and talk... How about I show you Mr. House's radio?Your favorite channel.
The fat guy was full of laughter and pleased him, amusing the onlookers. Everyone had never seen such a kind expression on this person's face.
Home?Do you think of your broken factory?
Hahaha, then I won’t go back with you!
that is!It's warm here!Not only is it not gloomy, but it also has no leakage, and there is also a story to listen to!
Or you can come in too!
The boss was anxious.
Why are these people just not in the air?
Thinking of the deadline of the order, he cried out.
Are you crazy?If I can’t complete the order, the factory will have even less money!The IOU in your hands is real paper!In the end, it will be yourselves!I patted my butt and left, and you will get poorer and you can’t even afford nutritional cream!
No wonder they are poor!
Neither smart, lazy, and despicable!
Then you think we are crazy. A young man looked at him with a hint of contempt. We don’t care. No matter how rich you are, you won’t share us with one son. It would be better to let you be poorer. Maybe you will love us more.
Haha, he is still trying to reason with us!
No need to talk about it, go to the roof of the building for us to see if the wind is strong!
The ridicule of ridicule drowns out the boss' pale and powerless arguments.
It has reached this point, and no matter what he says, it is useless. Even if he endured the pain and suggested that he could pay some wages, no one would pay attention.
But he did not regret sending the IOU, which was the greatest invention. He only regretted not buying some slaves for emergency response.
Slaves are allowed to trade, but slaves are too stupid and always break the machine. Over time, no one is willing to use it.
On the contrary, the free survivors work harder and eliminated slaves eight years ago, but there would be such a fierce disaster today. He didn't expect it.
In fact, there were less than 200 workers at the entrance of the beer hall, but in just one afternoon, all the workers in half of the industrial zone became members of the workers' association.
Everyone sat on the ground in the prison.
Seeing that they were not making trouble, but just listening to the story, the warden turned a blind eye to Sberg's story and even allowed them to leave the prison and walk around freely... After all, there were no more people in the prison, and counting the names of these people were enough for them to copy until tomorrow, so they could only allow them to go down in the corridor first.
It's crowded, but it's also very warm, and there's even electric lights and nutritional creams.
Brothers, this is simply paradise!
We should have come in here long ago!
When the nobles want to arrest everyone in the city, they have to build a prison as big as a rock city.
Hahaha!Maybe they will renovate our home!
Although it is just a joy in suffering, a group of people are not suffering at all, but is full of fun.
Everyone discussed the follow-up of the story, and agreed that there was a Kent missing in the story of the Awakened Boll, and they shouted that Speller would write the funny clown on it.
Sberg vaguely felt that humiliating the comrades who worked together was too much, so he persuaded the excited people to give Kent some face, deleted a syllable, and changed it to Ken, which was noted as "Spitting" and "Who loves to use his butt to apply the whip in Master Stephen's hand.
This is a compromise.
Everyone nodded in agreement. After all, it was really meaningless to bully a mouse in the nest. Even if Kent doesn't love them and hates the dirty ones from the bottom of his heart, they don't really want to beat him, which will turn more hesitant children into Kent.
Just be yourself.
They don’t have any lofty ideals, they just want the one that belongs to them.
These days, Spellger has been in prison unexpectedly well, after all, he is the only one who can bring entertainment to the people here.
Sberg vaguely felt that although their warden always had a cold face, he actually felt sympathy for them.
The man has no black cards or bargaining chips. After all, he is a small person and can't make much money.Besides, I have been unable to buy much chips recently, and it won’t take long for everyone to be poor.
Later at a story meeting, the warden intentionally or unintentionally interjected in a teasing tone and asked the workers whether the prisoners were considered workers.
Before the workers could speak, Sberg immediately replied after hearing this, all the people who received their salaries were counted.
The warden did not make any statement at that time, but later the food in the entire prison became better, at least the nutritional cream was not mixed with water.
Another week passed, and in mid-December, it was getting colder and colder. The warden brought a batch of cheap waste. The carpenter and the blacksmith teamed up to make a warmer for the prison with the waste.
Not only do the workers don’t have to be frozen, but the jailers who are unwilling to squeeze with their workers are much warmer.
Sberg secretly wrote a letter, asking a familiar prisoner to help send it to the Union's embassy, and sent it to his editor, Miss Dolly, and asked Survivor Daily to exchange his royalties for silver coins and buy some corn to send it to the Rock City Prison.
When he saw the hills of corn, bags of radish and potatoes piled up on the open space in the prison, he was shocked.
He didn't know that his little royalty could buy so many things!
Later, the guy who worked in the flour mill made a grinding tool, and the guy from the canning factory started stewing for everyone.
When you are full, you have to find something to do. The engineers of the repair shop simply teach everyone, and the master of the chemical factory talks about chemistry...
There are everything here, it doesn’t look like a prison, but rather like a welfare home. No one cares about the bosses’ begging anymore.
Although there is something to be angry, they did prove with their actions that they could live a better life without Master Stephen!
Since there is no need to work on the assembly line, Sberg also has more time to polish Boer's story more like that.
At this time, someone suggested setting a rule, or program.After all, even the gang outside the giant wall has rules, and they must have one.
He rushed up with people and scattered again and again. That was a bad thing. In the end, there was nothing but a mess. Instead, the real robbers and thieves in the prison were joked.
The coworkers will discuss with everyone, solicit opinions from every coworker, communicate without threats, and clarify what everyone wants, how to ask for it, and how to win, just like a war... Only in this way can we truly unite.
Someone suggested that Sberg be the president, and Sberg quickly waved his hand to refuse, saying that he was not the material for that, and that he could be a secretary. It would be better for everyone to raise his hands to choose someone who can really take the lead.
But he felt that everyone was right and was extremely grateful that he wrote in the story of the awakened Boer that day
...It won't solve any problem by just taking Stephen's beating, even if you unbutton your belt and pee at him.A big rat was killed, but there were only too many corpses on the street and some flies were added.
...A man is weak, but as long as we are united, Stephen will be afraid of us, and all Stephen will!
The premonition that I had in the beginning might be right.
This winter won't be too difficult...
……
After reading the story one day, Sberg yawned back to the prison to sleep.
The coworkers' association separated the snoring workers from those who did not snore very early to facilitate everyone's rest. They also politely distributed a small black room in the confinement room to him so that he could calm down and write a story.
However, unlike usual, when Sberg walked into the small dark room and closed the door, he found that there was another person here.
The man was not tall, even a little short, and his green eyes were like a wolf, which scared him.
He seemed not afraid of him running away at all. The man looked at him with a venomous snake spitting out a letter and said slowly.
Someone wants your life.
Sberg felt cold hands and feet.
This guy...
Maybe he is a real awakened person!
His Adam's apple moved and spoke.
who……
I don't know a big man either.
I was asking your name, Sberg swallowed and stared at him nervously, you know what my name is, but I don't know your name yet.
The man said casually while playing with the dagger in his hand.
Xiaodao, for as long as I can remember, everyone calls me this... Do you know what the meaning of my name is?Wait until I go down to settle the score with me?
Sberg shook his head.
No... When a person dies, everything is over. In fact, there is no big-horned deer god at all, and there may be no world after death, although I only found out recently.
uh-huh?Xiaodao was not very concerned, but he was not in such a hurry to complete the task.
The wasteland is very lonely. The settlement is a jungle, and the settlement is also a jungle, and the whispers of wild beasts inside and outside.
It's also good to let this guy speak. Most people only say a few words before they die. He likes the employer's money and also likes to listen to the last words of the deceased.
Sberg paused and continued.
But...even if there is no world after death, if a person dies, his name will continue to live in the memory of others, so the name is very important and is definitely not meaningless.
Are you delaying time?Xiaodao yawned, his eyes suddenly turned around, staring at him and continued, "It's actually not necessary, let me tell you the truth, another big man also gave the money."He just the opposite. He doesn't want you to die so soon. Just let me kill you half-death, such as cutting off your hands and feet, making your throat hoarse... In short, just keep your breath.
Sberg felt cold all over.
He had no doubt that the person in front of him had that ability, just as Boer could beat Master Stephen, the awakened person was still very strong against ordinary people.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk, you are like everyone else, and the only difference is that you haven't wet your pants yet. Xiaodao stared at his face, a little disappointed, and said with a teasing, "I really don't know what's so great about a little person like you. It's the first time I've received two rewards on the same head when I let so many big people circulate you... By the way, I heard that it seems that the big person in the northern suburbs invited you to visit him?"
His face suddenly had an expression of interest, and his sinister eyes were like letters spitting out by a poisonous snake, floating on Spellger's face.
You said...If I took you to the northern suburbs, would the managers there reward me as a leader?
Sberg coughed softly.
Kill... That adult may give you some money, but he shouldn't let you be the leader. This is two different things.
Xiaodao looked at him in disappointment.
That's a pity... although the money is good.
He paused and continued.
You haven't answered my question yet...What's the secret of a guy like you, letting so many big guys stare at you.Do you know something, such as the location of the black box, or the hidden treasures of valuables?
No.
No?
I didn't lie to you, Sberg stared at the dagger in his hand, I was just a little man reading a newspaper...how could there be that kind of thing.
Haha…I believe it.
Xiaodao smiled and got up from the hard bed, walked to Sberg, and turned the dagger in his hand.
OK, I'll give you another chance to survive. Write a letter to the big guy in the northern suburbs. If he is willing to pay some money, I'll consider selling you to him...Ah, by the way, I only want dinar or Cr.
Of course, he was just thinking about it.
After all, the other two adults gave a lot, so he could kill this guy and earn all the bounties from the three majors.
The wasteland is so big that he can run away anywhere. He is just a wandering wastelander, not interested in this twisted settlement.
However, what he didn't expect was that the useless coward in front of him actually refused his proposal without hesitation.
I won't write it.
Xiaodao looked at him in surprise.
Are you sure?
Although he was afraid, Sberg did not retreat and stared at the guy intently.
If I were asked to beg for mercy from Lord Weijia, I could...but if you want to use me to threaten that Lord, you should give up your heart as soon as possible.
There is no doubt that he is just a little man, who has lived like a mouse for more than twenty years. He can't understand why so many people are interested in his head, but if he must die, he would rather give his life to that adult.
No reason.
He thinks it's worth it!
Why?There must be a reason, right?
……dignity.
What is that?
People like you won’t know, do it!Sberg clenched his fists, intending to fight to the death, at least be a brave man and die like a hero.
Xiaodao curled his lips, stopped talking nonsense with this guy, and stabbed the dagger in his hand cleanly.
Seeing the sharp weapon stabbing his head, the prey would subconsciously raise his arms and protect his head first, which hit his mind.
He planned to destroy both hands of this guy first, then pick his legs and make his throat dumb... He has done countless similar tasks, and he has enough confidence to do it neatly.
However
This time he failed.
The dagger seemed to be chopping against a transparent wall. He tried to retract it in cold sweat, but found that the dagger seemed to be stuck in the solidified air.
Sberg was stupid, too.
He had just raised his arms to block it, but he saw the air in front of him ripples and gradually a figure appeared.
Damn who are you?!Xiaodao screamed in shock, looking at the figure that appeared in front of him like a ghost.
The dark mirror and helmet covered the man's face. She seemed to be a woman, and she might not be a human at all.
She quietly held the blade of the dagger, and the slightly raised breastplate was engraved with the number of X-16, accompanied by the sign of a huge rock military industry. This number seemed to be given an unusual meaning.
She seemed to have been here for a long time, even entering the room earlier than both of them, but neither of them noticed her existence.
Optical camouflage!
A hint of horror flashed in his beastly eyes. The knife let go of the dagger, pulled out the short knife tied to his legs, and slashed at the man in front of him.
There is no crisp sound of golden swords.
He didn't even see what the man did, and flew out like a kite with a broken string, hitting heavily against the wall on the side of the confinement room.
Ah……
A lot of broken ribs!
My spine seemed to be broken, my lower limbs were out of control, and my urine leaked out...
At the last moment he wanted to beg for mercy, but before he could make a sound, a dagger nailed through his throat.
He could only watch the man step by step, holding the dagger lightly, and pulling out the blood-stained short blade and his consciousness.
The battle lasted only two seconds, but the blood was everywhere.
However, the man standing in the pool of blood seemed to have nothing to happen.
Never seen such a bloody scene before, Sberg only felt like his legs were filled with lead, and the fire was roasting on his back. It took him a long time to squeeze out a trembling word from his stiff throat.
You...killed.
With the dagger casually closed, X-16 ignored his question and looked back at him.
Someone wants to see you.
Sberg swallowed.
who……
You will know when you arrive.
Hearing this sentence, a hint of bitterness rose on Spberg's face.
If you dare to kill people in this city at will, and if you are in this prison, you must be the only big shots in the inner city.
To be honest, he didn't want to meet that dangerous guy, but he didn't think he had the right to refuse.
After all, he saw with his own eyes that she executed the awakened person like she was pinching a grasshopper to death. It would probably be a second to kill herself.
Can I... say apart to my friends?Sberg said in a soliciting tone.
The dark and cold mirror floated out words that made him unsurprisingly.
no.
……
The River Valley Province has been snowing lately.
And it's quite a bit!
In order to prevent the snow from crushing the roofs of farmers in the West District, Shuguang City organized a group of players and local residents to clean up the snow.
Although the money is not much, it can be obtained with regional reputation. Some players who are interested in public affairs carry the ladder without saying a word.
They also have the strength.
The number of alien species in the Valley province dropped sharply in winter, and many monsters went to hibernate.
Before the spring wave comes, Chu Guang also has to give these energetic young players some things to do so as not to get bored and do things everywhere.
Seeing the residents of the shelter rolled up their sleeves to help, the residents of Shuguang City also went up to help, some of them escalators and some of them handed over shovels.
This year's winter is indeed much warmer than last year.
In addition to the affairs within the alliance, Chu Guang has been staring at the neighbor next door.
It’s not that I’m planning to find a bargain, but that I’m afraid that the shit will explode.
There are currently about 200 players in the Stone City, and they occasionally post their experiences in the Stone City to the official website.
These players are like eyes inserted into the Stone City. Chu Guang has already instructed Xiaoqi to summarize these posts into a book to screen some clues with high confidence.
According to the information compiled by Xiaoqi, the situation in Giant Rock City was much more exaggerated than he expected.
If the alliance's foreign debt is expanding at a rate of geometric times, then the inflation in the Rock City is almost almost over the towering exterior wall.
There is no doubt that Melvin can no longer hold on to inflation.
Since the commotion in the industrial zone, false prosperity has erupted like an avalanche, and the fuse that Chu Guang predicted has finally been ignited.
Faced with this crisis where there is no source, Melvin is not doing nothing, but he does not have many cards to play.
After he was exhausted from his skills, he had no choice but to pull Duro, who was in the city hall, to intervene in the production of the handicraft industrial zone with less clever administrative intervention.
For example, a batch of goods that should have been sent to the alliance delivery orders were forcibly intercepted, intermediate products were forcibly sent downstream of their own industrial chain, or the finished products were sent directly to the store, and in short, the shelves of Jushicheng were filled with priority.
The alliance's factory doesn't matter.
The Alliance Ministry of Industry issued an early warning, telling everyone to prepare for earthquake prevention in advance, accelerate industrial substitution, and purchase intermediate products from places outside the Stone City as much as possible to avoid chain reactions caused by the other party’s breach of contract.
And it is too difficult for factory owners in Jushicheng Industrial Zone.
Originally, a large number of skilled workers were imprisoned and the workers were put into trouble, so their assembly line almost stopped.
Now the man remembered where the things on the shelves came out, but he refused to use his cerebellum to think about it, and only took out a folk remedy for treating headaches and feet.
Of course they can stop delivering alliance orders and prioritize the meeting of the Rock Shelves, but only if someone can pay the penalty for them.
Unfortunately, President Melvin and Director Duroy seemed unwilling to pay liquidated damages for them, nor were unwilling to make up for the difference in raw material inflation, and even asked them to sell the goods they produced at a price lower than the cost. However, the loans that had previously borrowed them to expand production could not be stopped.
This is simply a robbery!
They had no money at all, and now they had to use the few profits or even pay for money to suppress the hyperinflation caused by the overheating of the economy for the Melvins.
Although the alliance also cuts the leeks from its own factory, the harvest is rules and organized and disciplined, and at least it will not slash out at the slightest.
The unscrupulous merchants in the industrial area were forced to show their powers and find ways to bypass the rules of the city hall to secretly sell the prohibited goods to their neighbors' homes. Anyway, President Melvin and Director Duroy must not dare to intercept Mr. Sid's goods.
Those who have no way can only admit defeat, but admitting defeat does not mean admitting losses. The means of production are in the hands of unscrupulous merchants.
They can't sell milk and can pour it into the milk. If they don't let it be poured, they will kill the cow and eat meat. If they don't let it be killed with a knife, they will starve the cow to death, or they will directly pull the cow to their neighbor's house.
Duro's intervention did not really work. He and Melvin still underestimated people's greed in dilemma.
The shelves were quickly swept away. When the crisis was detonated, the thing was like a black hole, and no matter how much material was thrown in it, it was wasted.
The goods that should have been sold at a fair price have become the first month of the water and those with higher prices have obtained the highest price. People who obtain a large amount of supplies at high prices will not be satisfied with the food and clothing in front of them. They not only have to hoard enough for half a year of consumption, but also have to intercept some of them to sell and make money back.
Even squirrels know to hoard pine cones that are several times larger than themselves to spend the winter, let alone those who are more greedy.
Soap and sausages first became hard currency, followed by cigarettes and alcohol.
If you really can't buy hard currency, you can exchange chips that you can't spend for something, such as bonds or S coins with strong growth.
The chips circulating in the giant wall are countless times more than the commodities in the giant wall. Hot money that has nowhere to go runs around like cockroaches.
Of course, all investments are not as good as stable silver coins.
There were suddenly some small vendors selling food outside the giant wall. They were all affiliated merchants. They didn’t want to have more and more chips, and only collected silver coins with stable purchasing power.
Rich people in the Giant Rock City often have to go to the black market to exchange a bag of chips for a few silver coins, and then go to the door of the outer city to buy potatoes, corn and daily necessities.
The figures pushing the cart have become a beam of light in the heavy snow, illuminating countless longing faces.
And under the shadow that cannot be shining, there are still some people who are in a hurry.
They often wear clean cotton coats, elegant and decent like businessmen. When they see some merchants from the alliance, they lean over and hand over a booklet.
It says some good things that you can't buy at all.
They are brokers.
They dare to sell everything and collect everything.
Some of them were small nobles in the inner city or subordinates of factory owners, while others were just militia in casual clothes.
In the hands of these powerful little characters, a thousand cotton coats can be exchanged for a loom that costs 10,000 meters per day, and a few bottles of highly distilled liquor can be exchanged for a 90% new military exoskeleton. It is okay to give a few boxes of beer or cans without distilled liquor.
Someone took out a black card and said that as long as he was given enough silver coins, he would take them into this big casino to find fun that the league could not find.
The casino is still operating normally, the Death Lotto is drawing every day, and Melvin is still trying his best to put out the fire, but the flames burning on the firewood pile are getting stronger and stronger.
Everyone in this casino went crazy to more or less...
Just when Chu Guang thought this was the limit, a bad news suddenly came from his Foreign Minister Cheng Yan.
After listening to his report, Chu Guang's face changed slightly.
That Spberg...is dead?
His boss Weijia will definitely bribe the people in the prison and let him come in and go out horizontally.
However, what he did not expect was that the workers did not abandon him. They surrounded the prison gate and even alarmed the militia regiment.
The prisoners in the prison were watching the fun inside and whispering curiously.
The Big Horned Deer God is on...I have never seen this scene before.
What do they want to do?
It's better to fight!A desperate person with a life on his back clenched his fists excitedly, ready to take the opportunity to escape from prison.
Sberg, who was sitting in the corner, coughed gently.
I won't fight... I probably won't.
Everyone looked at him.
Sperger was a little scared, shrank back and whispered.
I... read them in the stories.The awakened Boer knew that killing Stephen would not solve any problem...
The prisoners looked at each other.
Although I don't know what happened, my intuition told them that those people outside probably have something to do with the thin guy in front of me.
The outlaw walked up to Sberg, squatted down, and stared at him for a while.
Just when Sberg was so nervous that he suddenly spoke.
Bohl?Stephen?What is that?
Sberg was stunned.
...Then, that's a long story.
The outlaw sat on the ground and waved his hand.
Don't worry, just talk slowly, you can't get out for a while, and I just happen to be... we have time.
Seeing that the prisoners were staring at them curiously, Sberg swallowed and nodded hurriedly.
OK... Then I will start with the beginning.
Boer was born in a slum at the foot of the giant wall and was an unforgettable country bumpkin from the outer city.
But who was in the city from the beginning?
The Stone City was not built in one day...
He told Boer's story in a casual tone. Soon he discovered that not only the prisoners, but even the guards who were guarding the door leaned against the railing and listened.
This is a story of a small person.
Just as the men said, a mere awakened person cannot become a climate.
But here, who is not a little person?
After the story was told for a while, the commotion outside ended and the prison was full.
Then a boss came over and pretended to take his workers back, but people were not willing to follow him at all.
Go home, my kids!The environment here is too bad, gloomy and cold!You go home with me first. If you have any requirements, we can sit down and talk... How about I show you Mr. House's radio?Your favorite channel.
The fat guy was full of laughter and pleased him, amusing the onlookers. Everyone had never seen such a kind expression on this person's face.
Home?Do you think of your broken factory?
Hahaha, then I won’t go back with you!
that is!It's warm here!Not only is it not gloomy, but it also has no leakage, and there is also a story to listen to!
Or you can come in too!
The boss was anxious.
Why are these people just not in the air?
Thinking of the deadline of the order, he cried out.
Are you crazy?If I can’t complete the order, the factory will have even less money!The IOU in your hands is real paper!In the end, it will be yourselves!I patted my butt and left, and you will get poorer and you can’t even afford nutritional cream!
No wonder they are poor!
Neither smart, lazy, and despicable!
Then you think we are crazy. A young man looked at him with a hint of contempt. We don’t care. No matter how rich you are, you won’t share us with one son. It would be better to let you be poorer. Maybe you will love us more.
Haha, he is still trying to reason with us!
No need to talk about it, go to the roof of the building for us to see if the wind is strong!
The ridicule of ridicule drowns out the boss' pale and powerless arguments.
It has reached this point, and no matter what he says, it is useless. Even if he endured the pain and suggested that he could pay some wages, no one would pay attention.
But he did not regret sending the IOU, which was the greatest invention. He only regretted not buying some slaves for emergency response.
Slaves are allowed to trade, but slaves are too stupid and always break the machine. Over time, no one is willing to use it.
On the contrary, the free survivors work harder and eliminated slaves eight years ago, but there would be such a fierce disaster today. He didn't expect it.
In fact, there were less than 200 workers at the entrance of the beer hall, but in just one afternoon, all the workers in half of the industrial zone became members of the workers' association.
Everyone sat on the ground in the prison.
Seeing that they were not making trouble, but just listening to the story, the warden turned a blind eye to Sberg's story and even allowed them to leave the prison and walk around freely... After all, there were no more people in the prison, and counting the names of these people were enough for them to copy until tomorrow, so they could only allow them to go down in the corridor first.
It's crowded, but it's also very warm, and there's even electric lights and nutritional creams.
Brothers, this is simply paradise!
We should have come in here long ago!
When the nobles want to arrest everyone in the city, they have to build a prison as big as a rock city.
Hahaha!Maybe they will renovate our home!
Although it is just a joy in suffering, a group of people are not suffering at all, but is full of fun.
Everyone discussed the follow-up of the story, and agreed that there was a Kent missing in the story of the Awakened Boll, and they shouted that Speller would write the funny clown on it.
Sberg vaguely felt that humiliating the comrades who worked together was too much, so he persuaded the excited people to give Kent some face, deleted a syllable, and changed it to Ken, which was noted as "Spitting" and "Who loves to use his butt to apply the whip in Master Stephen's hand.
This is a compromise.
Everyone nodded in agreement. After all, it was really meaningless to bully a mouse in the nest. Even if Kent doesn't love them and hates the dirty ones from the bottom of his heart, they don't really want to beat him, which will turn more hesitant children into Kent.
Just be yourself.
They don’t have any lofty ideals, they just want the one that belongs to them.
These days, Spellger has been in prison unexpectedly well, after all, he is the only one who can bring entertainment to the people here.
Sberg vaguely felt that although their warden always had a cold face, he actually felt sympathy for them.
The man has no black cards or bargaining chips. After all, he is a small person and can't make much money.Besides, I have been unable to buy much chips recently, and it won’t take long for everyone to be poor.
Later at a story meeting, the warden intentionally or unintentionally interjected in a teasing tone and asked the workers whether the prisoners were considered workers.
Before the workers could speak, Sberg immediately replied after hearing this, all the people who received their salaries were counted.
The warden did not make any statement at that time, but later the food in the entire prison became better, at least the nutritional cream was not mixed with water.
Another week passed, and in mid-December, it was getting colder and colder. The warden brought a batch of cheap waste. The carpenter and the blacksmith teamed up to make a warmer for the prison with the waste.
Not only do the workers don’t have to be frozen, but the jailers who are unwilling to squeeze with their workers are much warmer.
Sberg secretly wrote a letter, asking a familiar prisoner to help send it to the Union's embassy, and sent it to his editor, Miss Dolly, and asked Survivor Daily to exchange his royalties for silver coins and buy some corn to send it to the Rock City Prison.
When he saw the hills of corn, bags of radish and potatoes piled up on the open space in the prison, he was shocked.
He didn't know that his little royalty could buy so many things!
Later, the guy who worked in the flour mill made a grinding tool, and the guy from the canning factory started stewing for everyone.
When you are full, you have to find something to do. The engineers of the repair shop simply teach everyone, and the master of the chemical factory talks about chemistry...
There are everything here, it doesn’t look like a prison, but rather like a welfare home. No one cares about the bosses’ begging anymore.
Although there is something to be angry, they did prove with their actions that they could live a better life without Master Stephen!
Since there is no need to work on the assembly line, Sberg also has more time to polish Boer's story more like that.
At this time, someone suggested setting a rule, or program.After all, even the gang outside the giant wall has rules, and they must have one.
He rushed up with people and scattered again and again. That was a bad thing. In the end, there was nothing but a mess. Instead, the real robbers and thieves in the prison were joked.
The coworkers will discuss with everyone, solicit opinions from every coworker, communicate without threats, and clarify what everyone wants, how to ask for it, and how to win, just like a war... Only in this way can we truly unite.
Someone suggested that Sberg be the president, and Sberg quickly waved his hand to refuse, saying that he was not the material for that, and that he could be a secretary. It would be better for everyone to raise his hands to choose someone who can really take the lead.
But he felt that everyone was right and was extremely grateful that he wrote in the story of the awakened Boer that day
...It won't solve any problem by just taking Stephen's beating, even if you unbutton your belt and pee at him.A big rat was killed, but there were only too many corpses on the street and some flies were added.
...A man is weak, but as long as we are united, Stephen will be afraid of us, and all Stephen will!
The premonition that I had in the beginning might be right.
This winter won't be too difficult...
……
After reading the story one day, Sberg yawned back to the prison to sleep.
The coworkers' association separated the snoring workers from those who did not snore very early to facilitate everyone's rest. They also politely distributed a small black room in the confinement room to him so that he could calm down and write a story.
However, unlike usual, when Sberg walked into the small dark room and closed the door, he found that there was another person here.
The man was not tall, even a little short, and his green eyes were like a wolf, which scared him.
He seemed not afraid of him running away at all. The man looked at him with a venomous snake spitting out a letter and said slowly.
Someone wants your life.
Sberg felt cold hands and feet.
This guy...
Maybe he is a real awakened person!
His Adam's apple moved and spoke.
who……
I don't know a big man either.
I was asking your name, Sberg swallowed and stared at him nervously, you know what my name is, but I don't know your name yet.
The man said casually while playing with the dagger in his hand.
Xiaodao, for as long as I can remember, everyone calls me this... Do you know what the meaning of my name is?Wait until I go down to settle the score with me?
Sberg shook his head.
No... When a person dies, everything is over. In fact, there is no big-horned deer god at all, and there may be no world after death, although I only found out recently.
uh-huh?Xiaodao was not very concerned, but he was not in such a hurry to complete the task.
The wasteland is very lonely. The settlement is a jungle, and the settlement is also a jungle, and the whispers of wild beasts inside and outside.
It's also good to let this guy speak. Most people only say a few words before they die. He likes the employer's money and also likes to listen to the last words of the deceased.
Sberg paused and continued.
But...even if there is no world after death, if a person dies, his name will continue to live in the memory of others, so the name is very important and is definitely not meaningless.
Are you delaying time?Xiaodao yawned, his eyes suddenly turned around, staring at him and continued, "It's actually not necessary, let me tell you the truth, another big man also gave the money."He just the opposite. He doesn't want you to die so soon. Just let me kill you half-death, such as cutting off your hands and feet, making your throat hoarse... In short, just keep your breath.
Sberg felt cold all over.
He had no doubt that the person in front of him had that ability, just as Boer could beat Master Stephen, the awakened person was still very strong against ordinary people.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk, you are like everyone else, and the only difference is that you haven't wet your pants yet. Xiaodao stared at his face, a little disappointed, and said with a teasing, "I really don't know what's so great about a little person like you. It's the first time I've received two rewards on the same head when I let so many big people circulate you... By the way, I heard that it seems that the big person in the northern suburbs invited you to visit him?"
His face suddenly had an expression of interest, and his sinister eyes were like letters spitting out by a poisonous snake, floating on Spellger's face.
You said...If I took you to the northern suburbs, would the managers there reward me as a leader?
Sberg coughed softly.
Kill... That adult may give you some money, but he shouldn't let you be the leader. This is two different things.
Xiaodao looked at him in disappointment.
That's a pity... although the money is good.
He paused and continued.
You haven't answered my question yet...What's the secret of a guy like you, letting so many big guys stare at you.Do you know something, such as the location of the black box, or the hidden treasures of valuables?
No.
No?
I didn't lie to you, Sberg stared at the dagger in his hand, I was just a little man reading a newspaper...how could there be that kind of thing.
Haha…I believe it.
Xiaodao smiled and got up from the hard bed, walked to Sberg, and turned the dagger in his hand.
OK, I'll give you another chance to survive. Write a letter to the big guy in the northern suburbs. If he is willing to pay some money, I'll consider selling you to him...Ah, by the way, I only want dinar or Cr.
Of course, he was just thinking about it.
After all, the other two adults gave a lot, so he could kill this guy and earn all the bounties from the three majors.
The wasteland is so big that he can run away anywhere. He is just a wandering wastelander, not interested in this twisted settlement.
However, what he didn't expect was that the useless coward in front of him actually refused his proposal without hesitation.
I won't write it.
Xiaodao looked at him in surprise.
Are you sure?
Although he was afraid, Sberg did not retreat and stared at the guy intently.
If I were asked to beg for mercy from Lord Weijia, I could...but if you want to use me to threaten that Lord, you should give up your heart as soon as possible.
There is no doubt that he is just a little man, who has lived like a mouse for more than twenty years. He can't understand why so many people are interested in his head, but if he must die, he would rather give his life to that adult.
No reason.
He thinks it's worth it!
Why?There must be a reason, right?
……dignity.
What is that?
People like you won’t know, do it!Sberg clenched his fists, intending to fight to the death, at least be a brave man and die like a hero.
Xiaodao curled his lips, stopped talking nonsense with this guy, and stabbed the dagger in his hand cleanly.
Seeing the sharp weapon stabbing his head, the prey would subconsciously raise his arms and protect his head first, which hit his mind.
He planned to destroy both hands of this guy first, then pick his legs and make his throat dumb... He has done countless similar tasks, and he has enough confidence to do it neatly.
However
This time he failed.
The dagger seemed to be chopping against a transparent wall. He tried to retract it in cold sweat, but found that the dagger seemed to be stuck in the solidified air.
Sberg was stupid, too.
He had just raised his arms to block it, but he saw the air in front of him ripples and gradually a figure appeared.
Damn who are you?!Xiaodao screamed in shock, looking at the figure that appeared in front of him like a ghost.
The dark mirror and helmet covered the man's face. She seemed to be a woman, and she might not be a human at all.
She quietly held the blade of the dagger, and the slightly raised breastplate was engraved with the number of X-16, accompanied by the sign of a huge rock military industry. This number seemed to be given an unusual meaning.
She seemed to have been here for a long time, even entering the room earlier than both of them, but neither of them noticed her existence.
Optical camouflage!
A hint of horror flashed in his beastly eyes. The knife let go of the dagger, pulled out the short knife tied to his legs, and slashed at the man in front of him.
There is no crisp sound of golden swords.
He didn't even see what the man did, and flew out like a kite with a broken string, hitting heavily against the wall on the side of the confinement room.
Ah……
A lot of broken ribs!
My spine seemed to be broken, my lower limbs were out of control, and my urine leaked out...
At the last moment he wanted to beg for mercy, but before he could make a sound, a dagger nailed through his throat.
He could only watch the man step by step, holding the dagger lightly, and pulling out the blood-stained short blade and his consciousness.
The battle lasted only two seconds, but the blood was everywhere.
However, the man standing in the pool of blood seemed to have nothing to happen.
Never seen such a bloody scene before, Sberg only felt like his legs were filled with lead, and the fire was roasting on his back. It took him a long time to squeeze out a trembling word from his stiff throat.
You...killed.
With the dagger casually closed, X-16 ignored his question and looked back at him.
Someone wants to see you.
Sberg swallowed.
who……
You will know when you arrive.
Hearing this sentence, a hint of bitterness rose on Spberg's face.
If you dare to kill people in this city at will, and if you are in this prison, you must be the only big shots in the inner city.
To be honest, he didn't want to meet that dangerous guy, but he didn't think he had the right to refuse.
After all, he saw with his own eyes that she executed the awakened person like she was pinching a grasshopper to death. It would probably be a second to kill herself.
Can I... say apart to my friends?Sberg said in a soliciting tone.
The dark and cold mirror floated out words that made him unsurprisingly.
no.
……
The River Valley Province has been snowing lately.
And it's quite a bit!
In order to prevent the snow from crushing the roofs of farmers in the West District, Shuguang City organized a group of players and local residents to clean up the snow.
Although the money is not much, it can be obtained with regional reputation. Some players who are interested in public affairs carry the ladder without saying a word.
They also have the strength.
The number of alien species in the Valley province dropped sharply in winter, and many monsters went to hibernate.
Before the spring wave comes, Chu Guang also has to give these energetic young players some things to do so as not to get bored and do things everywhere.
Seeing the residents of the shelter rolled up their sleeves to help, the residents of Shuguang City also went up to help, some of them escalators and some of them handed over shovels.
This year's winter is indeed much warmer than last year.
In addition to the affairs within the alliance, Chu Guang has been staring at the neighbor next door.
It’s not that I’m planning to find a bargain, but that I’m afraid that the shit will explode.
There are currently about 200 players in the Stone City, and they occasionally post their experiences in the Stone City to the official website.
These players are like eyes inserted into the Stone City. Chu Guang has already instructed Xiaoqi to summarize these posts into a book to screen some clues with high confidence.
According to the information compiled by Xiaoqi, the situation in Giant Rock City was much more exaggerated than he expected.
If the alliance's foreign debt is expanding at a rate of geometric times, then the inflation in the Rock City is almost almost over the towering exterior wall.
There is no doubt that Melvin can no longer hold on to inflation.
Since the commotion in the industrial zone, false prosperity has erupted like an avalanche, and the fuse that Chu Guang predicted has finally been ignited.
Faced with this crisis where there is no source, Melvin is not doing nothing, but he does not have many cards to play.
After he was exhausted from his skills, he had no choice but to pull Duro, who was in the city hall, to intervene in the production of the handicraft industrial zone with less clever administrative intervention.
For example, a batch of goods that should have been sent to the alliance delivery orders were forcibly intercepted, intermediate products were forcibly sent downstream of their own industrial chain, or the finished products were sent directly to the store, and in short, the shelves of Jushicheng were filled with priority.
The alliance's factory doesn't matter.
The Alliance Ministry of Industry issued an early warning, telling everyone to prepare for earthquake prevention in advance, accelerate industrial substitution, and purchase intermediate products from places outside the Stone City as much as possible to avoid chain reactions caused by the other party’s breach of contract.
And it is too difficult for factory owners in Jushicheng Industrial Zone.
Originally, a large number of skilled workers were imprisoned and the workers were put into trouble, so their assembly line almost stopped.
Now the man remembered where the things on the shelves came out, but he refused to use his cerebellum to think about it, and only took out a folk remedy for treating headaches and feet.
Of course they can stop delivering alliance orders and prioritize the meeting of the Rock Shelves, but only if someone can pay the penalty for them.
Unfortunately, President Melvin and Director Duroy seemed unwilling to pay liquidated damages for them, nor were unwilling to make up for the difference in raw material inflation, and even asked them to sell the goods they produced at a price lower than the cost. However, the loans that had previously borrowed them to expand production could not be stopped.
This is simply a robbery!
They had no money at all, and now they had to use the few profits or even pay for money to suppress the hyperinflation caused by the overheating of the economy for the Melvins.
Although the alliance also cuts the leeks from its own factory, the harvest is rules and organized and disciplined, and at least it will not slash out at the slightest.
The unscrupulous merchants in the industrial area were forced to show their powers and find ways to bypass the rules of the city hall to secretly sell the prohibited goods to their neighbors' homes. Anyway, President Melvin and Director Duroy must not dare to intercept Mr. Sid's goods.
Those who have no way can only admit defeat, but admitting defeat does not mean admitting losses. The means of production are in the hands of unscrupulous merchants.
They can't sell milk and can pour it into the milk. If they don't let it be poured, they will kill the cow and eat meat. If they don't let it be killed with a knife, they will starve the cow to death, or they will directly pull the cow to their neighbor's house.
Duro's intervention did not really work. He and Melvin still underestimated people's greed in dilemma.
The shelves were quickly swept away. When the crisis was detonated, the thing was like a black hole, and no matter how much material was thrown in it, it was wasted.
The goods that should have been sold at a fair price have become the first month of the water and those with higher prices have obtained the highest price. People who obtain a large amount of supplies at high prices will not be satisfied with the food and clothing in front of them. They not only have to hoard enough for half a year of consumption, but also have to intercept some of them to sell and make money back.
Even squirrels know to hoard pine cones that are several times larger than themselves to spend the winter, let alone those who are more greedy.
Soap and sausages first became hard currency, followed by cigarettes and alcohol.
If you really can't buy hard currency, you can exchange chips that you can't spend for something, such as bonds or S coins with strong growth.
The chips circulating in the giant wall are countless times more than the commodities in the giant wall. Hot money that has nowhere to go runs around like cockroaches.
Of course, all investments are not as good as stable silver coins.
There were suddenly some small vendors selling food outside the giant wall. They were all affiliated merchants. They didn’t want to have more and more chips, and only collected silver coins with stable purchasing power.
Rich people in the Giant Rock City often have to go to the black market to exchange a bag of chips for a few silver coins, and then go to the door of the outer city to buy potatoes, corn and daily necessities.
The figures pushing the cart have become a beam of light in the heavy snow, illuminating countless longing faces.
And under the shadow that cannot be shining, there are still some people who are in a hurry.
They often wear clean cotton coats, elegant and decent like businessmen. When they see some merchants from the alliance, they lean over and hand over a booklet.
It says some good things that you can't buy at all.
They are brokers.
They dare to sell everything and collect everything.
Some of them were small nobles in the inner city or subordinates of factory owners, while others were just militia in casual clothes.
In the hands of these powerful little characters, a thousand cotton coats can be exchanged for a loom that costs 10,000 meters per day, and a few bottles of highly distilled liquor can be exchanged for a 90% new military exoskeleton. It is okay to give a few boxes of beer or cans without distilled liquor.
Someone took out a black card and said that as long as he was given enough silver coins, he would take them into this big casino to find fun that the league could not find.
The casino is still operating normally, the Death Lotto is drawing every day, and Melvin is still trying his best to put out the fire, but the flames burning on the firewood pile are getting stronger and stronger.
Everyone in this casino went crazy to more or less...
Just when Chu Guang thought this was the limit, a bad news suddenly came from his Foreign Minister Cheng Yan.
After listening to his report, Chu Guang's face changed slightly.
That Spberg...is dead?
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