Civilization of the Stars: I loaded the mod

Gu Du's last voice of doubt came.

The words of each word are like a thread of fire along the throat and swallowed by Ke Xicai into the bottom of my heart.

The atmosphere in the coffee shop was suddenly quiet, and everyone stared at him quietly.

Ke Xicai was stunned for a while, and suddenly he was sweating nervously. Originally, he had just obtained this information not long ago, and the first thing he thought of was to share it with the group friends of the foreign group.

Everyone is in the same private circle, maintaining a good relationship, and there are not so many scheming.

He just shared a technology, so he didn't think about it so much, but now everyone seems to be waiting for my reply.

How to do.

Disposal of psionic theory technology.

To the player group?
He directly denied this choice in his heart, and the environment of the core player group made him unable to share the idea.

Uploaded to the forum, the forum is also officially managed, because of the joint management of the two factions, it is not necessarily the technology of neutral players, but will try their best to win them over.

But if it is found that the sharer is a member of the player group in the faction, there is a high probability that they will be directly banned and hidden.

With the attitude of that group of people, don't expect how good-looking the food looks, at most give him a few mouthfuls of soup.

In less than a day, the news of technology will disappear.

Afterwards, the high-level faction mastered a technological resource that could be disseminated at any time, and hung it high, luring more players to act as "people" of "democracy".

In democracy, they are the masters, and the players are the people.

The overwhelming publicity emphasizes the achievements and wisdom of their "lord", and further internal power will be seized at that time.

In the end, it is necessary to belittle him. "Great cuisine! Why do you dare to share this kind of technology with those gangsters! Don't forget that the Federation is your motherland, which gave birth to you and gave you high-welfare jobs."

It is a great irony to be scolded by meat miners for having a crooked butt.

This happens almost 100% of the time.

Especially the distant relative of the president of the 'Life Medical Foundation' who popped out of nowhere after he was selected as a player.

I have lived an ordinary life for nearly 30 years, and the connection between two generations was broken in the middle. After being selected as a player, I forcibly took him into the faction with blood relationship.

If Kexicai dared to share it, the first person to criticize and reprimand him must be the so-called blood relatives.

Ke Xicai turned his head and looked around the group of friends in the chat group outside his field of vision, trying to see their attitudes, but everyone just waited and didn't say much. After a glance, several people immediately tilted their heads and pretended to be absent-minded, not wanting to interfere with his choice.

He knew in his heart that technology could not be sent from him.

Not to mention smashing it in his hand, he would rather have this technology released in a limited way.

Fortunately...and group friends.

Thinking of this, the chest once again ignited a mass of blood.

The group of friends of players outside the domain, except for the status of Blue Star players, are mostly neutrals with no obvious inclinations.

After pondering for a long time, he made a decision that violated the precepts of his ancestors, and looked up at Gudu.

"Boss Gudu, please forward this information to the players of the various Blue Stars."

Gu Du, who was "unfathomable" in the eyes of the group of friends, was also slightly taken aback, surprised by his abrupt request, and asked back: "Are you sure?"

"Know that this technology is yours, and if you want to profit from it, it is your best reliance."

"I'm sure!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Ke Xicai smiled leisurely as if letting go of some burden in his heart.

"That doesn't matter, I don't have to worry about food or clothing now, and I even have tens of millions of blue star coins every month, haha!"

When mentioning the amount of tens of millions, he also winked at Ma Dongmei chicly, as if mocking the poor.

Ma Dongmei suddenly stood up, slapped the table and cursed:

"You are a dog, why did Xiu Jiuxiu catch me?"

The good brother's abuse only made Ke Xicai raise his eyebrows proudly, glanced at him, and looked sideways at the others.

"Do you know what I'm most satisfied with about civilization? It's two factions, they're introverted! Ordinary people don't need to work hard to live well."

The big boss above played hard at 996 and 007 all day long, for fear that one day he would be torn off by his opponent to share the food if he didn't pay attention.His current position is falsely high but actually low. He doesn't have to worry about being missed by others, and he can enjoy the glory and wealth with gusto.

"I think the current position is pretty good. I'm eating the players' iron rice bowls. They take theirs. I live more comfortably than the boss."

The group of friends nodded approvingly. It is precisely because of factional introversion that ordinary people can live so comfortably.

Many of them are looking for odd jobs in the second world in their spare time. They pick up jobs every day, go to the stars, and they can complete a day's work in a few minutes.

Get a batch of promotional materials from time to time, and there is a chance to see the news that a certain boss is in jail the next day.

If Ke Xicai voluntarily handed over, the faction of his so-called relatives will definitely push him to a high position by force.If you passively hand it over, the dog will not do it!

Then the only way is to use the hands of others. This person must also have weight and be able to represent their interests in the future.

Wonderful~ Wonderful~
The boss may not be able to solve this problem perfectly.

"Boss Gudu, I'm already the fat on the faction's table. If the technology flows out of me, there will be no leftovers that will be eaten."

"But I want to give the technology to all players. It will definitely cause a lot of trouble, and even create an authority in the game of stars. If there is a representative from among us, it must be you."

"May I ask who in the group has not been pointed out by you. You have told us a lot of game information that players have no access to."

"Give us a gift to the Blue Star people, you are the perfect man, sir."

A few words from the heart of the god stick, completely unaware that Ke Xicai had already determined that he was a universal Tinker Bell, so Gudu clasped his hands together and fell into a brief silence.

There are pros and cons.

Wang Hao has a lot of thoughts, Ke Xicai wants to publish his own technology, and also has the potential meaning of taking the opportunity to attract the attention and admiration of the player community and create a signature ID.

Maybe in the future, he will also stand for the group of players outside the territory who stand in the spotlight.

Send a scientific and technological resource to human beings, and gain reputation for them, or this is called the diplomatic weight of the human inner group.

At this moment, his brain was running rapidly, inciting brainstorming calculation factors.

The overall situation of mankind, the way to announce technology, the risk of identity exposure, the prestige of the player group, and certain interests that may exist, all kinds of complicated circuits are entangled.

The group of friends around was a little nervous and grabbed their hearts, and watched him speak slowly after a half-pay.

"Well, I'll figure it out, but there's no guarantee of success."

Take this task, attract players, and also attract greed...

However, it depends on human effort. The art of language can bring the dead back to life, and the choice of method and attitude can also bring 360 degrees of room for maneuver in the process. Wang Hao Zheng nodded his head as he accepted the task.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if this humility was not a benefit at all, but a responsibility.

"Okay!" The mysterious cat suddenly bounced up against Meng's head, and the cat's claws shook.

"Then it's finalized! From now on, Big Boss Gudu will be the most reliable of our players outside the domain, big brother! Applause!"

There was a loud clap of applause.

The [-] group of friends present celebrated and paid tribute in the same way.

In the past ten months, Gudu, who had faintly held the title of the first player in the chat group outside the domain, was officially recognized.

Gu Du stood up solemnly, nodded and faced all the members of the group, as if he had taken over the tacit responsibility of being the leader.

At this moment, he seems to have grasped the simple folk customs of this world.

In the social background of the 22nd century, everyone can eat and drink without worrying about life.

In this era when the cost of education has been greatly reduced, there is an upper class that is full of factional strife and does not dare to offend the people.

It's too reasonable to cultivate a simple and honest culture of bad behavior, which is epitomized in the group of friends.

After the endless applause, Gu Du winked at Ke Xicai and told him to hurry up and hand in technology.

Ke Xicai was brimming with a slight smile, and after receiving the signal from the boss, he strode towards the middle of the entire venue.

"Ahem." Coughing twice, he called up his drawing board.

Spotting a few foolish people who were still being silly, they casually took the cups under their feet and threw them straight away.

When the virtual volume of the object collided, Ma Dongmei felt the picture shake, and instantly woke up and looked at him unkindly.

"What are you doing in a daze, prepare to memorize!" He didn't give him time to talk, and then he got down to business.

"The entire line pattern representing technology was recorded by me with mathematics, encrypted twice, and the code book will be sent to the chat group of the game later."

"Everyone here has received 12 years of compulsory education, and it won't take long to translate. Believe me, they are all simple and easy-to-understand formulas."

After a while, all the group members entered the dual-open mode.

Observe the symbols on the Greek drawing board, and transcribe them into different light-year spaces of the Milky Way.