"Dear administrator, I am willing to dedicate my farm to the new alliance!"

In the reception room.

Standing in front of Chu Guang, Old Brown lowered his head respectfully and placed his wrinkled right hand tremblingly on his left chest to show respect.

Chu Guang glanced at him in surprise.

Good guy.

Are you so aware?

Hearing that Brown wanted to see him for something, Chu Guang thought he was here to ask for the grain and biomass oil he had borrowed before, but he didn't expect that he was here to surrender.

"Can you tell me what made you suddenly make this decision?"

Of course because I want to live

But wise old Brown naturally wouldn't say that.

The expression on his face was slightly straightened, he raised his head with a solemn and solemn expression, and said in a measured voice.

"This is your speech, dear manager."

Chu Guang recalled his speech carefully. He couldn't remember exactly what he said that day. He only remembered that he advertised his "Nuclear Soda" at the end.

Seeing that Chu Guang didn't speak, Old Brown continued.

"...Your impassioned speech at the celebration enlightened me, who was stupid, and made me feel deeply ashamed of all my past actions. In order to survive, I have done many things that I shouldn't have done. I can't

I can’t help myself in justifying all this, I just hope that this way can alleviate my sins.”

"A new world with equality and no oppression is also what I hope for."

When he said this, Old Brown's face was full of piety, but his heart was filled with bitterness.

In fact, he not only wants to live, but even if the new alliance does not want his farm, he will soon be unable to run it.

During the previous wave battle, Vault 404 requisitioned almost all the biomass oil from his warehouse, and after the war, they showed no intention of returning it.

Of course Brown was too embarrassed to ask for it.

After all, without those blue coats, let alone the farm, his head might have been hung on the chair of the bone-chewing tribe, and there would be no chance for Tidal Wave to take action.

But this is borrowing food and oil, and his warehouse is already empty enough for rats to run away.

Yesterday, he asked his housekeeper to do some calculations and found that he had lost nearly 10,000 chips in just the first two months of the year. He felt like he had a headache when he thought that he still had to support more than 200 slaves and more than 40 servants.

It's about to split.

This is still the beginning of the year.

What if I still get it by the end of the year???

Especially now, a new alliance has been established to include the entire area from the North Fifth Ring Road to Yumu District as a restoration area, and his farm is exactly within this range.

What was supposed to come eventually came.

Old Brown was not surprised at all by this result, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.

At least I don't have to be awakened by the sound outside the house in the middle of the night, and I don't have to face the sunshine of the next morning in fear.

He has had enough of this kind of life!

Before Vault 404 came to free the slaves, he offered his sinful farm to the Great Alliance.

And this is currently the only way he can retain his last dignity.

After listening to Old Brown's impassioned speech, Chu Guang smiled in his heart, but he didn't believe a single punctuation mark of his nonsense.

But this guy can be so self-aware, which saves him a lot of time.

"I'm glad you think so, but we are not the kind of unreasonable people. We will not take your farm. It is your property. As long as you are willing to abide by our order and recognize our sovereignty over the recovery area,

You can continue to operate it under our supervision."

Brown was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He didn't quite understand what Chu Guang meant, so he whispered in a trembling voice.

"Sir, I don't understand what you mean."

Rather than the alliance manager in front of him taking over his farm, he was more afraid of the other party saying politely to him that he couldn't do it.

The new alliance took over the farm, which meant he still had a way to survive.

He was really scared. This blue outer sleeve said, do n’t, do n’t want to, and arrange a public trial for himself to let those slaves write their own crimes.

That's the end of calling the calf!

Reading the fear that gradually emerged in Old Brown's eyes, Chu Guang immediately guessed what he was thinking, so he smiled and said to ease the atmosphere.

"It literally means that as long as you abide by the laws of the alliance, free all slaves, hire employees in accordance with the minimum wage standards and labor treatment we stipulate, and fulfill your tax obligations, you will be protected by the law."

Free all the slaves?

Brown said with a wry smile.

"Sir... you'd better take my farm away. There are lots of land everywhere in this wasteland, but without the slaves, they are just a pile of useless soil. You can't expect food to pop out of the ground on its own.

"

People are never satisfied.

It seems that if we give employees two more days off and let them get off work on time, the day will collapse.

Can't farm without slaves?

joke!

Chu Guang felt that he needed to settle a score with him.

"How many slaves do you have?"

Old Brown didn't dare to hide anything, but he really didn't have the habit of counting how many slaves he had every day, so he said cautiously.

"About two hundred..."

Chu Guang continued.

"How many fields?"

Old Brown continued.

"The actual planting area...is probably more than 500 acres."

More than five hundred acres?

There are so many?

Chu Guang looked slightly surprised.

He had previously estimated based on the map that the actual planting area of ​​Brown Farm was only about one hundred acres. Unexpectedly, it was five times more than his estimate?

This error is a bit outrageous.

but.

This matter can be considered later, as the process of clearing the land has not yet begun.

"With more than two hundred laborers cultivating 500 acres of land, don't you think it's a waste?" Chu Guang said sadly as he looked at Brown, who was unaware of himself.

waste?:.

Brown's face was filled with confusion.

He didn't feel it was wasted at all.

Slaves don't need to be paid, they just need to eat. And the food they eat is cheap. After planting the food, scatter a handful of green wheat on the ground, or find a corner and plant some potato chips, which is their ration.

The unfinished ones can be sold to scavengers cheaply.

When the slaves can no longer work, they can be sold directly, or taken away to be disposed of outside.

"If I were you, I would sell the slaves and use the money to buy a few tractors, equip them with seeders and harvesters, and save some money to build a water tower and irrigation canal for the farm. It's just five hundred acres of land.

More than twenty people are enough! Give them some wages and bonuses, and they will work harder than slaves, and even treat the farm as their own home."

"You can't farm without slaves? This kind of thinking is very problematic!"

Old Brown was stunned for a moment by what Chu Guang said.

After a while, he whispered something.

"...Sir, 200 slaves can only be exchanged for 200,000 silver coins at most. Is this enough money to buy the things you mentioned?"

He didn't know how many silver coins or chips it cost to buy these equipment, but he just felt that the administrator's algorithm was quite casual.

Chu Guang said with a slight smile.

"It may not be enough, but it's not much different. Considering your sincerity in joining the alliance, we are willing to provide you with a loan with a negligible interest rate to help you upgrade your agricultural tools and survive the initial transformation period."

"Don't worry about repaying it. We will distinguish between personal and corporate debts. This is not Boulder City. Even if you go bankrupt, you will not become a slave. As long as the accounts are normal, at most the remaining assets will be auctioned."

Old Brown walked out of the reception room in a daze, thinking about it for a long time without understanding.

He was already prepared to lose the farm and just hoped that the manager could leave him some property for retirement, but he actually got a loan?
To be continued...