Chapter 145 The technology tree was crooked by oneself

The sea breeze blew through the shirt with moisture, whistling, and the lactose was messy in the wind alone.

I just left after working overtime... left...

Starting from the draft I made yesterday and then adapting to the situation, everything is in vain. My fist hits the cotton with nowhere to focus. I work overtime like a snake skin walking on the street. I rub it at the door of the hotel. I am studying in a relaxed and relaxed way.

But he felt miserable.

According to common sense, shouldn't the relationship between the two parties enter the honeymoon period?

Although Lactose looked embarrassed, there was no negative emotion at all, mostly helplessness.

"I... I don't follow common sense when it comes to working overtime."

He hung his head and felt a little frustrated, and he had nowhere to vent his complaints, and the host's quality made him hold it in.

Interest is the most unreliable ally. After the initial period of mutual cooperation and utilization, it is only natural for both parties to cooperate in depth.

But the initiative is not in their hands. Working overtime is really unrestrained. They don’t want beautiful women, wealth and status. They want to be tough, but they are thieves. There is no real person information at all. You can tell at a glance that his account is a new one.

For trumpets, the only breakthrough point is the Internet.

"Can you think of a way...for people who are intolerant of such things?"

Lactose curled her lips, for some reason she was envious of her willfulness in working overtime.

Opening the communication channel, the other party's account has remained silent and invisible for ten thousand years.

You can vaguely see Overtime's personalized signature, "Wish the third lady of the Honor Consortium a happy marriage for a hundred years." The third lady of the Honor Consortium, who is his girlfriend, had obviously been wishing them a happy love before.

Now……

Forget it, I'm tired.

Lactose lay listlessly on the boardwalk and looked up at the sky. There was no one around and he was too lazy to maintain his posture.

"He turned his back and refused to recognize anyone after getting the authority of the forum's technology librarian. Damn! I still want to make friends with him."

A friend who holds technology in his hands and can open up a new line of interests is definitely worth keeping.

But the other party seemed to think that they were from two different worlds and did not want to talk too much.

Now he had to think about how to explain to Minister James that he had taken the 'easiest job with the highest benefits' and screwed up. This made him quibble with the minister. Lactose looked sarcastic and thoughtful.

"How should I explain this?"

"The target is too vigilant. He doesn't know where he got the so-called 'psionic' power. He plans to gain the power to protect himself before considering the issue of the camp?"

Lactose's thoughts rolled through his memory, without a clue.

He didn't know what psionic energy was, but it seemed strangely familiar to him. From the name, he guessed it might be some kind of super power.

Overtime seems to be familiar with what he doesn't know, which also shows that the information channels in the opponent's hands are quite extensive. Maybe there is an introduction to this power in the faction archives.

After much thought, he couldn't figure out the depth of the other party, so Lactose simply gave up thinking.

The mission failed, and he had no intention of staying long to fish.

Click on the communication channel and find the communication list of Overtime. There are not many chat records, but he is the only one talking. After thinking about it for a while, Lactose continues to do meaningless things, sending words of invitation to win over.

He has seen through it, and if he works harder, he will be able to quibble and make excuses.

“I don’t know what the superiors will think when they find out about their attitude towards working overtime, hahaha.”

Lactose smiled unscrupulously.

His failure is equivalent to the failure of the people above him. He can ignore it and continue to be happy the next day. The people above him can only watch the meeting organized by the player group and be absent tomorrow.

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On the other side, the original leisurely mood was disturbed by the invitation from the materialist faction. Wang Hao "said goodbye" to the uninvited lactose and left as if he was bored.

When logging into the second world's "overtime" vest account, even if it is set not to accept messages from strangers, the communication list will be full of red dots.

Wang Hao looked at the chat box and scrolled through the red dots one by one like an obsessive-compulsive person.

"Seventy percent of the messages are from materialist official correspondents, a bunch of 99+, and most of them are information and invitations about the formation of the materialist player group. There are quite a few lobbyists. Do they want to annoy me to death and get me into the player group?"

Wang Hao had basically never read the chat messages. The last time he talked to them was a week ago, and he replied with a simple "oh".

"This is... lactose?"

Suddenly another message of persuasion popped up in the chat box with Lactose. It seemed that the other party had not given up and was still sending messages.

Wang Hao thought for a while and ignored it.

He looked so much like a scumbag who loves to answer questions, and a sense of pride welled up in his heart.

Everyone is not a good person.

There are many materialistic people in his communication channel, and they use all kinds of chat methods, soft, slightly tough, tempting, and clingy like glue.

The weirdest thing is 'Lactose'. This guy can be considered a member of the upper class after all. Chatting with him in his free time is mostly for missions, or is he also fishing? Because he was ignored, the content he posted later became to show off to players.

Share pictures of the luxurious and happy life in the group.

For example, steak, red wine, space tour, beach barbecue and bikini, I really don’t know whether it is to attract people or to attract hatred.

Wang Hao took a closer look and found a lot of valuable information, such as the structure, benefits, composition of the player group, and some special policies issued by the top management.

He also paid special attention to the beach bikini photos. The files were large and the white clouds were very white.

"Lactose's loli girlfriend looks like maltose, tsk tsk."

They are all sticky. Some people are like 502 glue, which is inedible and cannot be shaken off. Some people are like maltose, which is sweet but sticky to the teeth. Others are like brown rice, and the sticky texture can be tolerated, but it is not clear whether it is salty.

Zongzi are either sweet zongzi or mustard flavored zongzi.

"If this were someone who has never seen the world, he would probably be fooled. Just the praise from those people would make people feel elated. It's a pity..."

Wang Hao shook his head silently. No matter how powerful the game or the Internet is, it is still fake.

There is a huge difference between reality and the status among the stars, and Lactose doesn't care at all about what he says.

The Federation has soared into an interstellar civilization, and its horizons have expanded to the starry sky. The perspective is no longer the level view, but a bird's eye view! The Blue Star people are now somewhat arrogant and have a sense of superiority.

As for the advice he put forward from the perspective of an elder, Lactose didn't even want to think too much about it. Although the world is dominated by civilization, individuals still cannot be underestimated. There are many heroes in the game, and there will always be opportunities for luck in the future.

Gaining superhuman strength.

In other words, using the panel of stars, Blue Star may have a similar empire-like correction in the future: [Frequent strange power and chaos: stability -30]

“Maybe I’ll be lucky enough to witness the iterative change of political power in my lifetime?”

Responsibility, power and interests are an exquisite equilateral triangle. Balanced coexistence is the universal connection between the three. If the emerging player group does not get a suitable status in the development process, it will inevitably cause trouble. This is also the inevitable law of the development of things.

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An identity represents a responsibility. Some unconquered opposition players have the responsibility to defend against foreign enemies in the stars, but have not obtained the status and power they deserve in society. This will produce the consequences of an unequal triangle of responsibility and power.

The reason for the lack of resistance now is that the players’ responsibilities have not yet been fulfilled, and Blue Star is still in the 20-year protection period.

When these players obtain abilities from the stars, fulfill their obligations in the stars, and still need to hide from the officials, conflicts will inevitably arise.

Even the players who submit to the officialdom are mostly just ordinary civilizations with no characteristics. The potential of the civilization can be seen at a glance, and there is no cultivation value. As you can see from the official contract drawn up for them, ordinary players still need to pay taxes. It is difficult to say.

There are no cracks in the relationship.

"The number of active players now is probably still over 20 million or 30 million?"

I don’t know if there has been an increase during this period. Wang Hao remembered this data and became more certain.

Troubled times.

Twenty years in the game translates into next year in reality.

"It would be great if the Gudu civilization is also in reality. I will directly input ideas into the Blue Star Federation for a liberation war, and reshape it in all aspects into my shape."

With a wave of thoughts in his mind, Wang Hao turned off the annoying communication channel.

Lactose is still taking the trouble to persuade others on a stand-alone basis.

There was no reply. Wang Hao vaguely understood what he was thinking. He just listened without saying anything and maintained a tacit understanding with Lactose. He opened the player forum, logged into the administrator account, and chose to enter a square with a remote channel in the scientific research area.

"I quietly dropped into the village and asked for feedback from the player community privately."

Wang Hao cheered up and rubbed his hands, feeling quite excited as if a suspect had returned to the crime scene after committing a crime.

I uploaded the technology two days ago, gave it some time to ferment, and finally passed by to smell the fragrance.

After loading the animation and blinking, I have arrived at the technology tree channel of the forum. Due to the time zone, the first thing that catches my eye is the sky full of stars. The white pattern of light illuminates half of the sky. The technology tree that has grown out of the crown has once again gained a lot of weight.

Four weeks ago, the technology tree was still a small sapling, but now its style has become a little weird. Probably because of the algorithm, the size of the technology will affect the growth pattern of the technology tree. Because he forced two million words into it, the technology tree is no longer strong.

The shadow of the tree turned directly into a fat crooked-necked tree.

Each branch of the tree represents a technology, and the most conspicuous branch has even become one of the main branches.

The new technology he uploaded is called [Doctrine: Fleet Support], which belongs to the second-level technology classified as military theory in the field of sociology.

Looking at the rest area next to it, I saw two to three thousand people indulging in copying materials. From a distance, it looked quiet under the moonlight. It had the atmosphere of a university library, with a tacit understanding of keeping quiet.

Weaving through the various crowds looking for an empty seat, Wang Hao could hear a lot of whispers as he got closer.
To be continued...