This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 359: “Survivor Daily”
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No. 97 Street is located in the West District of Boulder City, where sewage flows across the street, the air is polluted, and dilapidated tube buildings are crowded together. It is often criticized as a "crow's nest" by nearby citizens.
Due to its proximity to the giant wall, residents here can only enjoy the morning and noon sun.
At dusk, the street is shrouded in the shadow of the giant wall.
Objectively speaking, if you ignore the lighting, life here is still much better than the slums outside the giant wall.
Most of the people living here are workers from nearby factories.
Except for local residents, few people want to go near this place.
There is almost no entertainment here, and almost no one will open a shop among a bunch of poor people.
People who have a job need to work for 16 hours and fall asleep when they get home. People who don't have a job will not take out a chip from their pocket to spend even if they are idle all day.
But there are not exceptions.
At the junction with the industrial area, there is a beer hall called "Walnut". Its iconic sign is a pile of empty walnut barrels at the door.
These wine barrels are not big and can be used as tables or benches, and can even be used to deal with hygiene problems.
When workers pass by here after a day's work, they will occasionally take out a chip rewarded by the foreman, drink a cup of cheap and large draft beer, and forget about the day's worries before going home.
Some unemployed workers also come here to spend the whole day.
Although the money is tight, it would be nice to smell the beer or take a few puffs of second-hand smoke.
No matter what, it's better than sitting at home and listening to that yellow-faced woman sighing and saying that she can't live her life anymore.
Since almost no mercenaries will come here, tourists and traders from other places will not go near the Western District at all,
Over time, this place became a club for workers in Boulder City.
Everyone not only drinks, but also gathers in small groups to discuss family affairs or gossip they have heard.
Especially the gossip in the factory area.
Of course what people are most looking forward to is hearing news about which factory is short of workers, but this has not happened for a long time.
A unshaven unemployed worker suddenly spoke.
"How about we become mercenaries."
The co-worker who was fired from the cannery like him gave him a look.
"Have you ever touched a gun?"
"No, but I heard it's not that difficult. Turn on the safety, aim the muzzle, and then pull the trigger to drive the hot metal fragments into the gnawer's head." The unshaven worker used a gun beside the barrel Broom made a shooting gesture and said, "Look, it's that simple."
Everyone burst into laughter.
"The wave will have to wait until next year. It's summer now, and your opponent will most likely be a predator."
"I heard that the Liszt Caravan is recruiting people, and they plan to open a new trade route from here to the Great Rift Valley."
"The Great Rift Valley, I heard it is in the northernmost part of the Valley Province."
"It's really far away."
Next to the door beam, a group of workers gathered together, taking turns smoking the **** of a cigarette that was about to burn out.
Sberg couldn't help but take one more puff, and found that everyone was staring at him, so he quickly gave the cigarette in his hand to the next friend.
Pique took the cigarette **** and took a drag. Pique, who had a bandage on his arm, suddenly spoke.
"Speaking of which, why haven't you seen Kent recently?"
“I don’t know, last time he led us to surround the city hall. It was so refreshing to see those well-dressed **** turned pale with fear!”
"It will be nice to do it again anytime."
They don’t have anything else to do anyway, so maybe they can do some good by going to the streets to make a fuss.
At this time, the pot-bellied tavern owner walked out of the utility room next to the tavern, holding a huge wooden frame.
His name is Tang, which is a very short word in Renlian, with only one syllable.
Looking at these idle poor people, Tang couldn't help but complain.
"How long do you plan to spend time here? Can't you find a job if you don't have money?"
The worker who was smoking said with a smile.
"We also want to work. Do you have a shortage of cleaning staff, waiters or handymen?"
Tang chuckled and said unceremoniously.
"Why should I hire a handyman who has **** but no **** and a **** but no butt."
Another tall and thick man raised his hand and said with a playful smile.
"Why don't we recruit the boss lady? I'll sign up."
"Go away." Tang cursed.
The Walnut Tavern has been having a hard time lately.
There are more and more poor people, and even the butts of cigarettes have to be smoked by different people, let alone taking out chips to buy alcohol.
Sperger suddenly discovered that the old girl and the young man who helped pour the wine had been fired.
Now even this kind of physical work is done by the boss himself.
At this point in the past, this fat pig was sitting behind the bar, napping and lazy.
At this time, Siberg noticed the wooden frame in his hand and the stack of paper in the wooden frame, and couldn't help but asked curiously.
"What is this?"
"Survivor Daily." Tang didn't say much and moved it into the tavern.
Survivor Daily?
Everyone looked at each other, having never heard of this name.
Of course, it could also be because they don't read newspapers.
Although most workers are literate, they can only recognize a few words and can probably understand equipment operation manuals and recruitment instructions.
Workers who can afford newspapers will not have time to read them.
Reading and reading newspapers is a pastime that only those who sit in the office deserve to have.
"How much does this thing cost?"
"No money, you can watch as you like, but you can't take it away." Tang said impatiently.
These newspapers are provided free of charge by the Survivor Daily newspaper, and come with a box of Nuka-Cola every month.
Anyway, it doesn’t occupy a large area, and it can also be used as a pastime for drunkards. In line with the principle of not taking advantage of anything, he brought it back.
“No money?!”
When everyone heard this, they were shocked.
Is there such a good thing?
What makes them even more unbelievable is that these words were actually said by this iron rooster with no hair off.
Sberg walked up, took a newspaper from the wooden frame, and unfolded it in his hand.
Piqué, who was smoking, also threw away the finally burned out cigarette **** in his hand, and curiously came up to watch.
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"The negotiations between the city hall and the new alliance authorities are going smoothly. The 200 million aid loan will strive for a win-win situation for both parties."
"I just want to smash the factories of the New Alliance to pieces! Throw the junk they produce out of the giant wall!"
"But their creditors don't seem to be in favor of Kate Textile Factory resuming operations. According to this newspaper, it is because they received an order worth millions of chips."
"Alyssa lost a Southern Shorthair cat. If anyone sees it, please contact the address in the newspaper. The reward is 25 chips. The name Alyssa sounds so familiar."
"I remembered that she is the youngest daughter of Governor Malvern!"
There is no entertainment industry in Boulder City, let alone celebrities. The top names in Queen of the Night Bar and the families of dignitaries are the objects of gossip for most ordinary people.
Of course, everyone is familiar with President Malvern. After all, there is only one bank in Boulder City.
As soon as they heard the name of this adult, everyone came back to their senses immediately, with envious eyes showing in their eyes.
"She is actually the daughter of the president's family."
"If anyone can marry her, they won't have to worry about it in the next life."
"Stop dreaming, it's not dark yet."
“25 chips can be used to buy a cat and exchange it for 25 kilograms of nutritional cream! Do these people have too much money and no place to spend it?”
"What do you know, I think it's cheap!"
“Hey, it’s great to have money”
The people gathered in front of the newspaper were talking a lot.
Although the reward of 25 chips made people jealous, no one set out to look for it.
Boulder City is so big, where can they find a cat?
Not to mention whether the cat is still inside the giant wall is a question.
Everyone was talking excitedly about gossip, but Sperger's attention was on the last line of the newspaper.
We are committed to creating a newspaper that serves all survivors. If you see this newspaper on a public newsstand, please leave your valuable suggestions on it, and we will use it as a reference after recycling.
A newspaper that serves all survivors?
Heh.
It's really strange.
Although everyone is a survivor and living in the same wasteland, Sberg can vaguely feel that people are different.
Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth, and some people are born and live like cockroaches.
Just like that Miss Alyssa.
What does the wasteland look like? Does it have much to do with her?
She may have never seen nutritional cream, let alone tasted it.
After hesitating for a moment, Sberg finally asked his boss to borrow a pen and wrote at the bottom of the newspaper.
“We’re interested in what City Hall is doing.”
“The president’s daughter’s cat makes me frustrated. When I was still working, 25 chips were my ten days’ salary.”
"It would be great if you could publish more information about work."
"I wish you a happy life."
After writing these words, he returned the pen to the tavern owner.
At this time, Sberg suddenly remembered that the newspaper mentioned that ten empty Coke bottles can be exchanged for one newspaper to take home.
He couldn't help but think in his mind, how about waiting for it to get completely dark and go to the bar street to pick up empty Coke bottles.
It would be good to change a newspaper and take it home to help my son learn to read. At least it won’t look like I have wasted the whole day
Sberg wasn't the only one with similar ideas.
In the past two days, there have been many "scavengers" picking up empty bottles around the taverns in Boulder City.
Ten empty Coke bottles can be exchanged for a survivor's daily report. Even if you don't need to read it, you can just take it home to pad the table or make the bed.
As for where this survivor daily came from, no one has paid attention to it.
After all, it has just released its first issue, and its popularity is too small.
It is impossible for even the factory owners, chamber of commerce bosses and city hall officials in Boulder City to notice
That night.
Governor Malvern returned to his mansion on the edge of the inner layer with a cheerful expression.
The negotiation with the owner of Shuguang City went very smoothly. The other party came up with a beautiful purchase list, which included a large number of building materials, textiles and food.
This will create at least 50,000 jobs in Boulder City and solve the food and clothing problem of nearly 100,000 people.
By this time next year, Boulder City’s GDP will reach a new high!
The interest repaid by the new alliance and the influx of raw materials from the northern suburbs will give factories in the industrial zone a new lease of life!
The most gratifying thing for Malvern is that many factories have recently begun to take loans from him.
Some people borrow money for consumption, and naturally others are willing to borrow money to expand production, and their banks can make money from both ends.
And there is almost no risk of bad debt!
Boulder City has entered a new cycle, and he seems to have seen the dawn of economic recovery!
"It seems that you are in a good mood today. Did something good happen to you?" The lady took the coat from his hand.
"Of course," Malvern said with excitement. "After so many days of wrangling, the negotiations are finally over. The representatives of the new alliance signed the agreement. From now on, our relationship with the new alliance will enter a new stage. Chapter!"
Although the progress of the negotiations was full of twists and turns, thanks to his resourceful performance at the negotiating table and firmly controlling the pace of the negotiations, he finally forced the representatives of the new alliance to make concessions and reached an agreement. .
"But is it really okay to lend money to those country bumpkins?" The lady looked worried.
In her opinion, the people outside the giant wall were either vulgar mercenaries, slovenly scavengers, or plunderers who robbed their homes.
It was hard for her to trust those people.
Even if those people took one more look at her, she would get goosebumps all over her body and feel physically uncomfortable.
Melvin had a confident smile on his face.
"What's the problem? They have copper mines, farmland, and large tracts of forest. I even wish those country bumpkins could borrow more."
"Debt will make them our slaves, which is much better than shackles."
At this time, he suddenly noticed the newspaper on the table.
The headline on the cover of the newspaper actually published news that the negotiations were progressing smoothly.
Melvin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows curiously.
The negotiations just ended today. Representatives of the new alliance reluctantly signed the loan agreement two hours ago, and neither party has had time to make an official announcement.
How did this little-known newspaper guess that the deal would be concluded today?
It's pretty accurate.
It couldn't have been printed a few hours ago.
"What is this?"
"Survivor Daily."
Alyssa, who was sitting on the sofa, was gently stroking the cat in her arms. After hearing her father's question, she raised her head and answered softly.
"Has our family subscribed to this newspaper?" Malvern asked doubtfully.
Alyssa shook her head slightly.
"No, but I thought this newspaper was quite interesting. Didn't I lose a cat before?"
Melvin couldn't remember which one it was, his daughter had too many cats.
Seeing that her father seemed not to remember this, Alyssa continued in a soft voice.
"You told me at that time that you had already ordered the butler to post a notice for the missing cat in the tavern, and it wouldn't take long for a mercenary to help me bring it back."
"What happened next?" Malvern couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
It seems that the cat has not been found, and he has broken his promise in front of his daughter.
However, the sensible Alyssa did not blame him and continued in a gentle tone.
"Later, the mercenary gentleman did not show up, but the newspaper found me through the cat search notice in the tavern, and said that they could place an advertisement for me in the newspaper for free, as long as they found Xiao Hei. I would just like to write a thank you letter for them."
Melvin smiled after hearing this.
Is this because he wants to use his daughter’s fame to gain the newspaper’s popularity?
These people are quite business-minded.
In the upper class society of Boulder City, one's daughter's name is much more expensive than a few chips.
However, such a small thing was not worth worrying about. He just cared about his daughter.
"It would be great if I could find it."
"Yes."
Caressing the kitten in her arms, Alyssa's eyes showed a trace of sadness, "I'm really worried whether it will be hungry."
At the same time.
In a single-family building not far from the warehouse district, a plaque reading "Voice of the Alliance" hangs at the door.
Judging from the brand-new nail, this sign should have just been hung up not long ago.
Different from the deserted entrance, the newspaper office is busy at the moment.
Especially Hal, who was the president of the newspaper, was busy from morning to evening without a moment's rest. He wished he could divide himself into two people.
In fact, this is indeed the case.
Since the newspaper had just been established and was short of manpower, he had to wear multiple hats, responsible for both the content and layout of the newspaper, as well as the newspaper's contact with the outside world.
As for why this happened, we have to start from that afternoon three days ago.
According to the instructions of the administrator, the new alliance needs its own voice channel.
However, due to the shortage of manpower in the New Alliance office in Boulder City, after some discussion between Shuyu and Luka, this significant task fell on Hal's head.
Hal was flattered by the new alliance's trust.
Although he also wanted to repay these people for saving their lives and taking them in, and to prove his abilities, he had never run a newspaper after all, and he didn't even know what a newspaper was.
Fortunately, Shuyu did not really leave all the work on him. Instead, he went to the job market to find a few employees who had worked at the Voice of Boulder City for him, and then he was allowed to Although he is busy, he is not in a hurry.
The Survivor Daily is the first product they launched, and its distribution range is mainly in the outer city of Boulder City.
1,200 copies of the first issue were printed and distributed in pubs, grocery stores and mobile vendors with relatively low consumption levels.
These newspapers are printed at the local printing factory in Boulder City. The printing volume is less than 10,000 copies, and the factory cost of each newspaper is about 0.5 chips.
If you include labor, rent, water and electricity, their expenses for the entire day today would have reached thousands of chips.
As for income, don’t think about it for now.
These newspapers are provided almost free of charge to those partners.
The retail price of each newspaper is one chip. If it is sold, deducting the profits belonging to the partners, they can recover the cost of printing the newspaper at most.
And in order to promote these newspapers, they also included fifty-six boxes of Nuka-Cola!
But the effort is worth it.
A meeting was taking place in the conference room on the second floor of the newspaper. Hal convened the newspaper's only six editors to summarize the suggestions left by readers on the newspaper and discuss the content of the next issue.
At this time, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and a staff member walked in hurriedly.
"Good news! Half of the 1,200 newspapers sold!"
After hearing this, many people at the conference table relaxed their brows and showed joy on their faces.
If you can browse through it at will, you can sell half of it. For a new newspaper with no reputation, this result is quite good.
At least it means there is nothing wrong with their content.
The staff member paused for a moment and continued.
"But the bad news is that we didn't make any money. We only recovered 120 chips and more than 3,000 empty bottles."
Hearing the second half of this sentence, the editors sitting at the conference table looked at each other.
"Maybe I can make a fortune by selling these bottles." An editor glanced at the newspaper president and suggested in a low voice.
It’s not easy to find a job these days.
Especially newspapers are not necessities of life.
He is really worried that the job he finally found is gone again.
Seeing the concerns in everyone's eyes, Hal, who was sitting at the conference table, stood up and cheered everyone up with an enthusiastic voice.
"Don't worry about losses, profit is not our goal! There is only one thing we have to do now, and that is to become famous as soon as possible!"
"I have just carefully studied the feedback suggestions. The title Survivor Daily is still too general, and the content is not targeted enough!"
"People sitting in the office will not be interested in which factory's assembly line is short of people, and the workers in Boulder City will not care about what the Queen of the Night's number one is wearing today."
"I think that in addition to the Survivor Daily, we should also establish different sub-magazines such as the Workers' Daily, the Citizen's Daily, and the Playboy Daily to target different customer groups with different content!"
"Since the Voice of Boulder City has occupied the upper class of Boulder City, let's go to areas they have never set foot in and open up a new battlefield!"
While saying these words, Hal felt that every cell in his body was boiling, and his eyes were shining with excitement and ambition.
If this plan can be realized, the newspaper he founded will occupy every minute of the residents of Boulder City after dinner, and the words he wrote will be read repeatedly by hundreds of thousands of people.
And he will become the "uncrowned king" of this city!
This is the first time he has encountered such an exciting thing after being away from home for so long.
Listening to him describing this amazing blueprint, everyone had surprised expressions on their faces.
One editor couldn't help but ask.
"Do we have that much budget?"
Hal said firmly.
"There will always be a way! Didn't our boss say that? The league will not be stingy about investing in the cultural industry!"
"What's more, we just got a loan of 200 million chips. There must be somewhere to spend the money, right?"
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(Thanks to the leader of "Anie" for the reward!!! I got up late todayt.t)