Han Dongwen's arrangement was naturally not revealed casually.
Whether the National Military Division takes the initiative to attack, or the National Finance Division prints coupons, these two things require great caution and must not be done casually.
Naturally, Tantaifu and Manjusri would not do this based on Han Dongwen's words.
Among the three people who received the order, only Jiang Ningyun had the lightest burden - His Highness ordered her to pick up the stranger, that's all.
Let me ask you, if a leader orders his subordinates to wait for three or four hard dishes to open bottles of Maotai if aliens appear tomorrow, how will the subordinates respond?
"Too stupid, alien?"
still
"receive"?
This subordinate will probably only think that the leader is sick, but just agree verbally.
Because of this, Jiang Ningyun could now watch the other two's jokes with a calm mind.
But this is exactly what Han Dongwen hopes.
In terms of time, the work assigned to Jiang Ningyun can be confirmed the fastest.
As long as the stranger comes, these three big shots, each with their own evil intentions, can see that their orders are not nonsense, but can actually happen.
After the Justice Department truly saw the arrival of the aliens, the National Defense Department naturally began to consider how to respond on the border battlefield.
And when the National Defense Department really realized that the West Asian Church had banned the Grand Duke, the credibility of what Han Dongwen said would naturally increase to a higher level.
It is impossible to win the trust of three companies at the same time.
Sure enough, when the three of them had just left the palace gate and had not taken a few steps, several officers and soldiers from the Department of Justice had already hurried forward and half-knelt in front of Jiang Ningyun.
"What's the matter?"
She frowned slightly, a little confused.
An officer and soldier raised his eyes and looked at the other two commander-in-chiefs, stood up and moved closer to Jiang Ningyun, and said something anxiously and quietly.
Jiang Ningyun was stunned for a moment, then said: "A man descended from heaven?"
Manjusri and Tantaifu looked at each other, and at the same time turned their attention to Jiang Ningyun.
"Exactly!"
Seeing that Jiang Ningyun had no intention of covering up, the officer and soldier of the Law Department clasped his hands and lowered his head and loudly reported:
"Many people around Siyang reported it. Although these people speak the same language, they are uneducated. The common people call them -"
"Alien..."
Jiang Ningyun's mouth didn't close for a moment, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at Tantai Fu and Wenshu Tong.
Is there really a stranger?
"Lord Tantai."
Jiang Ningyun thought for a while, took a deep breath, looked at Tantai and said again: "It seems that the judicial department still has important matters tonight. I am afraid that Lord Wen and I will not be able to talk to you anymore. Please forgive me."
The disdainful and contemptuous expression on Tantai Fu's face finally turned serious. He looked at Jiang Ningyun and nodded slowly:
"Please come quickly, Master Jiang, Master Wen, if there is anything the military department can do to help, our company will do our best to help."
Accompanied by a group of Dharma officers and soldiers to clear the way, Jiang Ningyun and Manjusri quickly ran towards the Dingfa Pavilion in the night.
Tantai Fu stood where he was, and the officers and soldiers of the National Army Division who greeted him were also waiting aside, waiting for his commander-in-chief to leave before he could follow him.
"A stranger..."
Tantaifu raised his hand and gently rubbed the bridge of his nose.
This definitely doesn't mean that Han Dongwen is unpredictable, but it definitely means that Han Dongwen has a news channel that is faster than any of them.
He tossed his sleeves and turned around, striding towards the horse brought by his subordinates - not to mention that it was not allowed to get up in a sedan chair at night, even if it was clear day and clear sky, Tantai Fu was by no means used to riding in a sedan chair.
"Sir Souji, are you going back to the mansion?"
The two soldiers in front of the horse turned around and asked for instructions.
Tantaifu still cast his gaze in the direction where Jiang Ningyun disappeared. He pondered for a moment, his eyes flashing like lightning.
"Go to the trauma department."
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Han Dongwen had already returned to his dormitory, ordered someone to make tea, and made some late meals. He was now leaning comfortably on the study chair, raising his legs, holding the Xuanji plate and looking at it intently.
He was looking at the players, mainly the players in Simeng.
Players are really a group that people love to hate.
He had never thought about such a problem when he was playing games before.
The NPC at the entrance of the village asked the player to kill wild wolves, paying five yuan for each one. After killing ten, the villagers paid the player fifty yuan, and the task was completed. There seemed to be nothing wrong with this.
But now, I am standing in the position of NPC.
A thousand players suddenly appeared in the village. Let’s not talk about whether there were so many wolves for them to kill. One thousand players would cost 50,000 yuan. Can the villagers afford it?
There are tens of thousands of players popping up in Simeng. Can the state treasury and the private sector afford to pay them?
If you can't afford it, there will be no more jobs for the players, which means there will be no rewards or events for the players.
Then players will be lost, and even worse, players will go to other countries.
Therefore, players must not be placed in the position of "predator" in traditional games. Locusts generally harvest the country's jobs and revenue, and then leave.
On the contrary, we must use the fastest speed to embed this group of outstanding labor forces into society.
Pay them to produce!
Let them spend and recycle the currency!
If there is no place for consumption, the player's package will eventually turn into tens of thousands of gold coins like the xx world. It is normal for players, but for the NPC world, it can be said to be a disaster.
If he hadn't been able to understand what kind of "stranger" existed in advance, I'm afraid Simeng wouldn't have realized such a problem until the economy was about to shrink and collapse.
So, where can consumption occur?
What kind of place can bind players as a fundamental need and allow them to delve into it day after day?
The answer remains the same, that is to become stronger.
Just as the ultimate goal of playing games is to gain happiness through numerical increases, then whether it is combat or production, what players pursue is to become stronger.
This is a timeless truth in multiplayer games, and in most cases, it works.
If you want to become stronger, then I will directly recruit you into the major sects. Compared with the harsh training conditions in other areas, I will clearly put the growth path in front of you!
In the Xuanji board, a large number of players were excitedly exchanging their experiences. Players who couldn't create a number were even more desperate and asked all kinds of questions.
Players who were born in the wilderness battled wits and courage with beasts, and were impressed by the realism and exquisiteness of the action system.
Players who were born near the suburbs are even more surprised by the strong humanistic atmosphere among the buildings and patterns in front of them. They take screenshots and videos to publish the prosperity of "inhabited areas" such as cities, inspiring players in the wilderness to head to the city as soon as possible, just like looking at the plum blossoms to quench their thirst. direction.
But in Simeng, players who were lucky enough to be born in an inhabited area soon encountered the first batch of bad luck.
"Pap-pap-pap-pap-"
The sound of horse hooves echoed through the streets like raindrops. Officers and soldiers in blue armor held torches high on horseback and ran back and forth in the night, almost lighting up the whole city into a bright white night.
"Every stranger entering the city must register!"
"The laws and regulations must not be violated. Under the supervision of the law, there will be no pardon for those who resist the law!"
The officers and soldiers of Siyang's Law Department were the first to receive an inexplicable order from the General Secretary. They treated this group of strangers as disaster victims and outsiders, and began to guide them and explain what the law could and could not do.
With novel eyes, the players obediently followed the mission-like instructions, queuing up, entering the city, and registering.
In the live broadcast room outside Simeng, someone was born in the shoal of Blood Harbor. After a battle of wits and courage, he broke into the port, only to find that he was like a headless fly and no one cared about him.
Someone was born on the outskirts of Olimar, and was beaten to death as a bandit in the panic of the local residents. Under the shocked eyes of the NPC, his body disappeared into thin air and he was forced to go offline.
Some people fell into despair in the snowy fields of West Asia, and some people rushed into the believer's manor and were punched indiscriminately.
As for Simene, although it will take time for the order to be issued, it does not happen in an instant for players to enter the city in batches. Even if it is panic, it is always orderly.
Next, the Law Division should naturally introduce this group of players to the sects of the country. I am afraid that by the time other countries have finally figured out what these strangers are about, the process of Simeng's novice village has been completed.
Han Dongwen took a mouthful of chicken soup wonton and smacked his lips with satisfaction.
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