Chapter 358 The Alliance Should Have Its Own Channel for Speaking Out
"Of course I filled out the form! I filled it out two or three months ago. I've been waiting for a long time!" Ye Jiu said proudly, looking at his shocked brother.
Hearing this, Ye Wei's expression became a little strange.
Two or three months is also a long time...
How many people on the forum have been waiting for almost a year and still haven't waited.
Although this game does not issue qualifications based on the appointment time.
"It seems that it is just right to use it today. Don't thank me, I'll give it to you!"
"... It's okay to give it to me."
Ye Wei held the helmet in his hand, with a face full of laughter and tears.
At this moment, a strange idea suddenly came to his mind.
If I wear his sister's helmet...
"Have you registered an account?"
Ye Jiu shook his head and said.
"No, I don't play games, I'll give it to you."
Ye Wei looked at this guy with a strange face.
Really?
To be honest, if you can fill out the form, you are at least a mild Internet addict and have played one or two games at least.
However, now is not the time to talk about this.
With a little trepidation, Ye Wei took a deep breath and put the helmet on his head.
A darkness enveloped.
In the long silence, there was no light.
Ye Wei reached out and moved the helmet, but soon realized that there was no point in doing so.
"..."
Ye Jiu, who was standing by, didn't know what his brother was thinking, and asked excitedly.
"Is it connected?"
"...No."
Ye Wei took off the helmet in silence.
He finally knew why his roommates looked at him with strange eyes.
In a thousand words, invisible things are invisible.
Except for the owner of the helmet, no one else would react when wearing it. There was neither the mysterious countdown nor the connection button in front of him.
But what he didn't expect was that even if he was a closed beta player, he couldn't see it with someone else's helmet.
This thing seemed to be bound to some unknown existence.
"...Ah, you can't see it either," Ye Jiu looked a little disappointed, "Mom too... She actually said this thing is the inner pot of a rice cooker."
"Jiujiu," Ye Wei looked at her sister seriously, "There is something I have been hiding from you."
Ye Jiu looked at him strangely, looked him up and down, and spoke slowly after a while.
"...Brother, are you really being kept by a rich woman?"
Ye Wei ignored her interruption and turned back to his room. After a while, he came out with a helmet.
Seeing the helmet in his brother's hand, Ye Jiu's eyes widened in surprise.
"Wait... You have a helmet too?!"
"Yeah," Ye Wei nodded slowly, "I am one of the first few closed beta players."
Ye Jiu was so surprised that she couldn't speak.
After a long while, she whispered.
"...I saw everyone was discussing that game, and I wanted to give you a surprise, but I didn't expect you already have one."
Ye Wei's expression was full of complexity.
Sighing, he said with the tone of an experienced person.
"The game is too big. Even if you are your brother, you can't control yourself sometimes. I didn't tell you because I was afraid that you would fill out the reservation form... I didn't expect that you not only filled it out, but also won."
That old-fashioned expression really deserved a beating.
Ye Jiu glared at him unhappily and snatched his helmet back.
"Tsk, you're still 'your brother's age', don't stick onions in your nose!"
"Forget it if you can't play it, I'll play it myself!"
She even thought about giving the helmet to this guy.
Her kindness was really taken for granted.
Big scale?
Can't control yourself?
She wants to see how big the scale of this game is!
Looking at her sister's reaction as expected, Ye Wei continued patiently.
"I haven't finished talking yet, don't get excited yet."
"Then I thought about it carefully again. You are not a child anymore. You should make decisions for your own life and be responsible for your own decisions."
"And this game is different from other games. Its content not only includes entertainment elements, but also some other things... This may be an opportunity for you."
This game has changed the lives of many players.
He himself is a living example.
"Opportunity?" Ye Jiu tilted his head and said in confusion, "What are you talking about?"
Ye Wei did not explain the topic in detail, but pointed to the helmet in her hand.
"You will know if you try it on."
Ye Jiu had a suspicious expression on her face. At the suggestion of her brother, she walked to the sofa and sat down, and then put the helmet on her head doubtfully.
The original countdown position has been replaced by a simple line of [Do you want to enter the game] options.
"Do you see that option? Just click it."
Ye Wei prompted, but Jiu Jiu did not respond, and it seemed that she had already entered the game.
As expected, she is waking up from the incubator of Shelter No. 117.
And there is a high probability that there will be no accidents. She is so excited that she forgets everything and sighs "this light, this water, this air".
Watching the reactions of newbies after entering the game is a reserved program of "Wasteland OL".
Ye Wei did not follow into the game, but sat opposite her on the sofa.
Although he wanted to take a picture of this guy's stunned look, his game character is now in Dawn City, a little distance away from Shelter No. 117.
Not to mention, it is night in the game world now, and it is not the time to rush.
Looking at his sister sitting opposite, Ye Wei picked up the cup on the table and drank a sip of water.
At this time, his expression suddenly became a little weird.
Speaking of which...
According to the promotion of the game's official website, wearing a helmet is equivalent to sleeping, and it is a deep sleep.
In other words, as long as there is no movement that will wake you up, you will not wake up from your dream, right?
If you think about it this way, playing games in the living room is really a dangerous thing.
He is not the kind of person who likes to play tricks, and he will not do childish things like "deliberately wet the floor to pretend that the other person has peed his pants".
But this guy is not necessarily.
Thinking of this, Ye Wei couldn't help but shudder, and silently made up his mind.
I must lock the door when playing games in the future...
...
After about half an hour, Ye Wei estimated that it was time for lunch and was about to order takeout.
Just then, an excited call suddenly came from the opposite side of the sofa.
"Oh oh oh! It's absolutely amazing! Is the NPC in the hall played by a real person? Or a virtual character? That armor is so cool! Is it called an exoskeleton? At what level can it be equipped?"
Before Ye Wei could figure out the problem, Ye Jiu continued to ask excitedly.
"Oh, oh, brother, what's your ID? I need to enter my master's ID to take the task of passing on the fire! He gave me a long list to choose from, but I didn't find your name!"
"Who would use a real name as an online name?" Ye Wei said with a smile, "You can search for Ye Shi, I use this name in the game."
"Ye Shi? What does this ID mean?"
Hearing this, Ye Wei almost choked on his own saliva and coughed twice.
"Nothing... Everyone calls me that, I'm used to it."
When he said this, his expression was stiff and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
As for the origin of this ID, it's a long story.
Of course, he couldn't tell his sister that he was in a group called Niuma Group. The group nickname was previously called "Girls' Public Enemy Ye Shi Ci", and after the name change, it was called "Waking Up Ten Times in One Night".
No matter which ID it was, it was not something that could be said openly.
But then again...
Who would tell their acquaintances in real life what ID they use online?
Now he was just glad that he didn't type in his full name when registering the account.
Otherwise, he would have been dead today!
Ye Jiu stared at her brother suspiciously for a while, always feeling that things were not that simple.
But she didn't ask much.
After all, the physical impact of the "fully immersive virtual reality online game" on her was too strong.
Even though it took her a long time to calm her breathing, she still didn't fully digest the shock in her heart while sitting on the sofa.
Even though she was not a person who particularly liked to play games, she couldn't help but immerse herself in that fictional world that was completely different from reality, and completely turned into the shape of a helmet.
She couldn't wait to get back into the game.
Can't wait to experience all the game content!
Ye Jiu's eyes sparkled, and she stuffed Ye Wei's helmet into his hand without saying anything.
"Brother! Hurry up and log in to take me!"
Looking at his sister who had already put on a helmet, Ye Wei was stunned.
Good guy...
This addiction is even greater than mine.
...
Wasteland world.
Alliance office in Boulder City.
Luca is arranging people to transport several boxes of bionic prostheses piled in the office out of Boulder City.
Boulder City has strict control over goods entering the city, but the inspection for leaving the city is not so strict.
Each person brings a piece of luggage, and it is easy to transport it out after a few more trips back and forth.
Recovering the high-tech equipment of Boulder Military Industry from the black market is just one of the alliance's strategies against Boulder City.
As the mayor of Dawn City, the focus of old Luca's work is still on trade negotiations with the city hall.
Recently, the city hall has released a rumor that the new alliance intends to import goods worth 200 million chips from the industrial zone.
The factory owners and chamber of commerce bosses who were still making a fuss before immediately stopped finding faults and began to wait and see.
Although the lives of the workers who lost their jobs due to the factory shutdown did not improve immediately, they could not make trouble for the time being because they lost the support of the behind-the-scenes promoters.
Although I don't know how long this tacit understanding can last, it should last for a while.
…
On the coffee table in the lounge, the radio was playing a noisy sound.
Mr. House was praising the greatness of the city lord with great emotion, and by the way, he also took out two sentences at the end to praise Mr. Du Long's wise decision.
"…If we give the chips to everyone, the price of the nutrient paste will rise to the sky, and no one will benefit!"
"But if we lend the chips to our neighbors, it will be different. Two hundred million chips will create tens of thousands of jobs! Save hundreds of thousands of families! We will get jobs and get the opportunity to support ourselves!"
"This is a beautiful thing!"
Sitting in front of the radio.
Hal, from the Lion Tribe of Luoxia Province, was fiddling with this talking machine curiously.
"It's incredible... Is there a person living in this iron box?"
Shu Yu, who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, looked away from the shopping list and looked at him curiously.
"I also find it incredible. You told me that there are hundreds of bionic maids in your father's court... Why can you accept bionic people but not something as simple as a radio?"
The technical content of the former is obviously much higher than that of the latter. This is obvious.
However, Hal said it confidently.
"This is different, right? Bionic people are still people after all. Is it strange that people can talk?"
Shu Yu was stunned.
The teacup in his hand stopped.
Although he felt that there were problems everywhere in this sentence, he didn't know how to refute it for a while.
Seeing that Shu Yu didn't speak, Hal, who couldn't keep his mouth idle, continued excitedly.
"If I bring a radio back, will my father pass the throne to me?"
"...I think you'd better not do that." Shuyu put down his teacup, worried about dirtying the table, and said softly with kind words.
He had a phone call with the manager last night.
In addition to discussing the purchase list, he also mentioned this guy's matter.
The manager's advice was the same as old Luca's. No matter how likely this guy is to inherit the throne, it's not a bad thing to make more friends.
Anyway, hiring an extra clerk won't cost much of the budget.
Even if he didn't become the king in the end, he could return to the tribe safely and be a leisurely prince, which would only benefit the New Alliance.
The area of Luoxia Province is several times that of Hegu Province. The endless sand dunes stretch for thousands of kilometers, spanning the central region of the entire Zhongzhou continent, connected to the mountains and grasslands.
There are several feudal kingdoms distributed on the oases left over from the Human Alliance era, which are the transportation hubs for east-west trade.
The Lion Tribe is one of the most powerful and relatively less exclusive ones.
This information was also collected by the New Alliance from the merchants who passed by.
"It's a headache... What kind of things are considered priceless? Do I have to go to the Ideal City in the east?"
Hal turned off the radio with a depressed look on his face and looked at Shu Yu who was sitting opposite.
"My friend, can you give me some advice?"
"How can I know? I haven't met your father." Shuyu gave him a helpless look and continued, "But if you ask me... instead of thinking about what is priceless, it is better to think about your father's preferences."
Hal said blankly.
"Preferences?"
Shuyu nodded.
"Yes, whether something is valuable is a subjective judgment. For example, if he is a person who values trade, you bring back ten times the money you brought with you when you went out, and he will definitely look at you with new eyes."
"If he is a person who values military affairs, you only need to prove your bravery, such as chopping off a few more heads of death claws and bringing home a few warriors who have been through life and death together."
Hal had a thoughtful expression on his face.
"I understand... you mean to cater to their preferences, right?"
Shu Yu said casually: "You can understand it this way, it will be more convenient."
Hal said with a distressed look: "But my father doesn't like businessmen or soldiers. He only likes to get into the women's group and has to hold a banquet every now and then."
Shu Yu sighed.
"Then you can kidnap a beautiful daughter-in-law back... to prove your charm."
This tribe is hopeless.
But think about it carefully, where in the world is not like this?
Reproduction is actually a relatively healthy hobby.
However, what Shu Yu didn't expect was that he just said it casually, but after thinking about it, the prince named Hal showed an expression of enlightenment on his face.
"My friend... you are simply a genius! Your words made me suddenly enlightened. You come to be my staff! When I become king, you will be the minister of the Lion Tribe!"
Shu Yu looked at him with a funny face.
"My loyalty only belongs to the great manager, don't make such a joke."
Minister?
He doesn't want it.
The extravagance of Boulder City couldn't corrupt him, let alone a tribe in a remote area.
Hal shut up.
He just said it casually, and didn't really expect the young man to follow him back to help him fight for the throne. In fact, he himself hadn't made up his mind whether to fight for that thing.
At this time, the door of the lounge opened and Luca walked in from outside.
"The manager just sent a message, hoping that we can open a branch of "Voice of the Alliance" in Boulder City."
Shuyu looked up at Luca and asked curiously.
"Can't the radio signal in the northern suburbs cover here? Why do we need to set up a separate branch?"
Luca repeated the manager's original words.
"Because this branch mainly reports local news in Boulder City, the staff and reporters hired are mainly locals. Of course, we will insert some of our content into these news, and correct the biased reports of Boulder City Voice on us."
"It's just that it's not convenient for us to say these things, and we need to change them to their own tone."
"Not only broadcasting, we also want to do paper media, write our thoughts in newspapers and sell them to them."
Shu Yu's face was surprised, especially after hearing the second half of Luca's words, he couldn't help but speak.
"It's indeed important to master our own voice channels, but using newspapers as a propaganda tool... Is there really anyone here willing to pay for it?"
Most residents of Boulder City have a monthly income of less than 100 chips, which is equivalent to about three chips a day.
This money is just enough to cover their daily living expenses.
Even if they set the price of newspapers at the lowest one chip per copy, few people can squeeze out the money to buy them.
As for mercenaries.
Although they are rich, their literacy rate is not even as good as that of factory workers.
After all, although the latter are poor, they at least live within the giant wall and most of them have complete families. In order for their children to work in the factory in the future, parents will invest a little in their education.
It's not that there are no newspapers in Giant Stone City, but basically only the relatively wealthy citizens will buy them.
Here, the market size of paper media is quite limited, and it is difficult for an outside newspaper to break into it.
If it is for publicity purposes, this is obviously not a good idea.
Facing Shuyu's confusion, Luca said in a firm tone.
"Someone will buy it. Our newspaper is prepared for ordinary residents of Giant Stone City. The manager said that we can adopt a subscription system. You only need to pay one chip per month to receive a whole month of newspapers."
Shuyu frowned.
"In this case, ordinary people can indeed afford it, but for us, the cost pressure may not be small..."
Only one chip per month is equivalent to the retail price of one kilogram of nutritional paste.
This is almost like giving it away for free.
Luca nodded.
"There will definitely be pressure at the beginning, but the situation will get better after the subscription volume increases."
Shuyu frowned, but soon a look of realization appeared on his face.
However, Hal, who was sitting next to him, was still confused and couldn't help asking curiously.
"Why is the cost pressure smaller when more sales are made? Shouldn't it be greater?"
"...Because we can place advertisements in newspapers, and people who can pay for newspapers usually don't hesitate to invest in bread and clothing, and even pursue taste." After patiently explaining to Hal on the side, Shuyu couldn't help but have a hint of admiration in his eyes.
You are worthy of being a manager.
Even such things are considered!
Seeing Shuyu explain for himself, Luca smiled lightly and continued.
"...In the initial promotion stage, we can find some civilian pubs frequented by local residents to cooperate with them and provide them with a month's worth of newspapers for free."
"We can also cooperate with some excellent factories, such as... ten empty bottles of Nuka-Cola for a newspaper."
Shuyu couldn't help but praise.
"That's a good idea!"
Nuka-Cola is well-known enough in the Boulder City Tavern.
And those unemployed workers have enough time to collect those things.
This is a good thing for both the factory and the newspaper.
"Recently, our relationship with Boulder City has eased, and now is the time to do this."
"Of course, in order to achieve our long-term goals, we need a person who is smart and good at using words..."
Here, Luca paused.
The two people's eyes fell on Hal at the same time.
There is nothing to say about being good at using words.
This guy's greatest skill is talking, and the second is to use 12 different artistic fonts to write those rhyming but meaningless doggerel.
But the smart point...
Is it too much for him?
"Why are you...looking at me?" Hal asked nervously, feeling a little guilty.
He always had a bad premonition.
Luca didn't continue to look at him, or even answer his question, but looked at Shuyu.
"What do you think?"
"... I don't know. We have too few talents in this area. If I were to edit the newspaper, I would write the news very rigorously, but I'm afraid that few people would be willing to read it except for our own people."
In the field of public opinion, their opponents are not the factories in Boulder City, nor the city hall.
But the nonsense House, and the group of people he represents.
In front of the eloquent eloquence and the thick skin like a wall, even the most perfect truth will give way.
And talents, or rogues, who also have these two qualities are too rare in the new alliance.
The alliance's news industry has just started, and most news personnel still read the script word for word, and even have only attended night school for half a year.
The "wanjia" in the shelter may have talents in this area, but they don't know how to speak in English at all, and even daily communication has to be completed with the help of translation tools.
Strictly speaking, Hal is not such a person. His polite upbringing is far from the image of a rogue.
But this is not his hometown after all.
Maybe it won't be a big problem if he lets himself go?
At least his eloquence and writing skills are trustworthy, and the rest are just a matter of experience, which can be practiced at work.
Facing the worried eyes of old Luca, Shuyu's expression was also full of hesitation, but he finally nodded.
"The manager asked us not to be too obsessed with a person's origin, origin and bloodline... Putting aside the two points of not being smart enough and lacking experience, he is indeed the most suitable candidate."
"I think it's worth a try."