One is that you don't need the plantations and mines any more. Although the profit is not high as the traditional trade, there are several merits in processing trade. You build few industrial buildings near the dock (so that the teamsters will carry the resource goods quickly). Here, you would no more produce raw materials and instead of that, you import them through the dock. "Processing trade" is another type of trading. This type of trade is shown in the tutorial, so I would not explain that here. "Traditional trade" is the orthodox economy in the game where you produce resource goods in mining or farming, process them in the industrial buildings, and export the product from the dock. There are several method of making money in trading. In any Missions or Sandbox, these methods will help. Nathan Lee was surprised.This is a guide for earning money in Tropico 6. When the time comes, he can lead the rest. So when is the right time?Ībout time someone brought that up, the Captain replied. Well, all right then, Nathan Lee said, trying to believe his luck. Men followed behind, the earnest ones matching his pace, the slower ones yakking away. Big, loping strides carried him around the yard. But when the time's right, I'm all for you.Īt the moment, Ben was walking the wall circuit. You've got your work cut out, said the Captain.įine, grumbled Izzy. The clones needed a crash course in the twenty-first century. The cities might be dead, but they were still mechanically alive, and deadly. One wrong highway could land them in the Canadian winter. One can of spoiled food could wipe them out with botulism. But survival in the ruins of America was going to require different skills.
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They knew how to quarry limestone, sow wheat, work leather, smith iron, and herd goats. In the meantime, Nathan Lee wanted to prepare the clones for alien times. The burnt sacrifices of birds and squirrels resumed, though the season was getting cold and they'd largely hunted the place out. Ben was the stalwart, first every morning, last at dusk, walking, feeding the fire, walking, walking, getting those muscles ready. Over the weeks, the prisoners had slowly begun to trickle up from their cells and brave the sun again. They were watching the yard over cameras. I'm thinking the boys should get turned loose, he announced to the Captain in the quiet of one afternoon. The Captain took the job of programming the cell doors to automatically open an hour after the city emptied. In crossing America, he had heard stories of prisons and zoos filled with the carcasses of captives who had starved to death. Nathan Lee worried that if and when that day ever arrived, there would be so much chaos the guards might forget to open the cells. Their release, in short, would have to wait until E-Day, their fabled evacuation date. After Miranda's directive shutting down human experimentation, Los Alamos had ceased the harvesting of cities, which were probably finished anyway. If the deck sweeps had not been called off, they could have been transferred by helicopter to some distant place, but now that wasn't an option either. It was a pit of despair and deprivations down along the river. Sending them down to the pilgrim camp would be like throwing them into quicksand.
They couldn't be freed anywhere close to the city, or they might try to return and prey upon it. The clones were too wild, and at the same time too tame. For the next several hours, they might as well have been discussing the release of zoo animals into the wilderness. He devised the clones' escape.Īs it developed, the Captain had put a great deal of thought to it already. He did the next best thing to making his own escape. She acted as if she'd been born here.Īnd so, for now, Nathan Lee resigned himself. Her devotion to the city-her utter faith in it-baffled and frustrated him. Even if he could escape Los Alamos, Miranda would never agree to leave with him. He was more of a prisoner than the prisoners in Miranda's basement. Nathan Lee took it for granted that Paul Abbot had his every move under the tightest surveillance. It would mean betraying her father, to whom he'd promised to deliver Miranda, or trying to betray him. He could flee with Miranda, hole up, outwait the fanatics streaming toward Los Alamos, and then run loose through the world with what was left of their time. With the Captain's help, he'd plotted them on a map. There were hundreds of Anasazi cave dwellings in the Four Corners region.
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