This Game Is Too Realistic

...Is it here?

This is already the twentieth time today, Schill repeatedly confirmed the address on the note, and he did not come to the wrong place.

In front of him at the moment is a facade that is being renovated, and the sound of sawing wood and tinkling can be heard from inside.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a hotel.

Is there anyone named Xu Shun here?

No, how many times do you want me to tell you? The man who was doing carpentry at the door replied impatiently.

Ciel continued to ask without giving up.

Then who is the owner here? I have an important client, and I filled in the address here. I have to find a way to find him.

What does this have to do with me?

The carpenter said without raising his head.

The master here has gone out and will not come back until dark. If you want to find him, just wait.

before dark...

Noon is before dark, afternoon is also, because of this bullshit, he has been standing here for a whole day!

Now that the sky is already dark, this guy still tells himself before it gets dark!

Just when Sil was about to give up, the figure walking in the distance instantly dispelled the regret and remorse on his face.

As if finding a purse dropped on the ground, Sil yelled out in surprise.

Hey! Mr. Xu Shun!

While shouting, he did not forget to wave his hand to signal to the other party that he was here.

Your acquaintance? Shuyu glanced at the guard beside him unexpectedly.

Xu Shun made a helpless expression.

The residents of the refuge consigned things with him and signed my name.

Shuyu pinched his chin and nodded thoughtfully.

I see.

It seems that there is a result.

Before the group of people reached the door, Schill had already greeted him, and said with a bright smile on his face.

My friend, you are finally back!

Xu Shun asked without waiting for Xie Er to finish his greetings.

Is the item sold?

Sold!

She didn't mind her words being interrupted, and Syl continued to speak happily.

My guest really likes your... er, art. And he also said that if there are any more, he would like to buy some for his collection. I remember you don't have a big bag? If you don't find a buyer, You might as well sell it to me.

The eyes of the players looking at the subtitles suddenly lit up.

Especially Ye Shi, his eyes are shining.

Damn it, fellows!

Sell!

Must sell him!

Lao Bai had a delicate expression.

It seems that the wasteland also has lsp.

Kuangfeng coughed lightly and said, ...No matter what you say, it's still sold.

Fang Chang nodded: And the price is not bad, it can be regarded as an explanation to Fujiteng.

To be honest, no one wanted it after asking around in the market before, and they basically didn't have much hope.

In the end, I didn't expect that after returning from the talent market, the situation turned around?

Sure enough, there are still people who know the goods.

Fengfeng tried to analyze it rationally. That kind of evening dress with long hem cannot be bought and worn by mercenaries.

Civilians have no spending power and can be ignored.

To be able to afford so many chips, it must be a nobleman in the inner city.

No matter who it was sold to, Fang Chang took the money bag from Schiller, counted the chips inside, and the denomination added up to exactly 480.

Schill has deducted his 20%—120 in total.

As for whether this guy secretly sells the price too high, that is his own ability, and the two parties agreed only on the share of the label price.

There were three evening dresses left, and quite a lot of stockings, almost twenty pairs.

According to the price of 500 chips for a dress and 100 chips for a pair of socks, these clothes actually sold for a sky-high price of 3,500 chips.

Even Shuyu, who was standing aside, couldn't help but be amazed.

Good guy.

This transaction is enough to pay 4 months' rent!

Of course, what gamers had in mind was the exoskeletons and other gear on the shelves.

Half of the 3,500 chips belonged to them. Counting the previous earnings, they could already scrape together a huge sum of 2,000 chips.

There are only 1,000 silver coins, but if you buy it as a KV-1 exoskeleton or other equipment and take it back and sell it to other players, it will be more than 1,000 silver coins.

Miner I sells for 2,000 silver, and KV-1, which has no level restrictions, sells for 1,000 silver, isn't it too much?

The three KV-1s are worth 1,800 chips, and sold for 3,000 silver coins. It's a bloody profit, okay?

Of course, this is just an example. There are many things that are more profitable than KV-1. Many things in Boulder City are not available in outpost stores.

Fang Chang planned to open a post on the official website as soon as it was offline, and while doing the purchasing agent, he was doing the pre-sale at the same time, and by the way, asked Mrs. Fujiteng if she would like to buy something for her.

Wait, why 3,500 chips?

After listening to Xu Shun's report of the negotiation, Schill stared at the residents of the refuge in front of him with wide eyes, and said angrily.

Did you forget to give me 20% points?

That's on consignment, my friend, but not now, Fang Chang, who was drawing a business map in his mind, didn't have time to talk to him, and perfunctoryly said in Chinese with the words he just learned, If you want to buy, then pay for it.

Xu Shun repeated this sentence.

But in fact this is simply redundant.

Even after only understanding a few words, Schill immediately understood what these guys meant.

hateful!

These rebellious blue gophers!

Although the pain in his heart seemed to be bleeding, Xier still took out the money bag from his pocket, and reluctantly stuffed it into Fang Chang's hand.

This is the entire cash flow in my store... a total of 3,500 chips.

Ye Shi turned to look at the wind.

Do you believe it? The cash flow in his store happens to be a round number.

Gu Feng gave him a strange look.

You still pick out this kind of details when you play games?

Ye Shi: No, it's just that the AI ​​in this game, speaking nonsense with its eyes open, is unreal.

Gust: ...

There is nothing to be polite about being a profiteer. Fang Chang took the money bag from Schiller without hesitation, counted it carefully twice, and put it in his waist after confirming that there was no problem.

With a sunny smile on his face, Fang Chang said in a cheerful tone.

Glad you appreciate our art.

The stuff is in the house, please come with us.

For art's sake!

Silly followed his footsteps full of annoyance, and walked inside the facade that was being renovated.

Although the process was full of twists and turns, he finally got what he wanted.

Looking at the good things stuffed into the package, Schill made up his mind in his heart that he must squeeze the money out of his old friend.

However, just as he was about to leave, Shuyu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stopped him.

Please wait a moment.

Stopping at the door, Xier turned his head and looked up and down at the young man in front of him.

Anything else?

Shuyu shook his head.

No, I'm just curious, who is buying such expensive clothes. Can you satisfy my curiosity?

Ah.

Do you think I will tell you?

Although he didn't write the word hehe on his face, Xier spoke directly and without euphemism.

The person who can afford this money is naturally a big shot. As for who it is sold to, I certainly cannot disclose it. This is the privacy of the customer. I hope you can understand.

Money in one hand and goods in one hand.

The deal is done.

After finishing speaking, Schill was about to turn around and leave, but the young man continued to speak.

It turns out that you still have a way to do business with big shots.

Schill said proudly: Of course, the customers of Gray Squirrel Clothing Store are all over the wasteland. I'm not bragging.

Really? Shuyu continued after thinking for a while, Actually, we still have many similar products. If you have sales channels, we can consider cooperation.

There are a lot more?!

Xier opened his eyes wide, walked up to him in two steps, and spoke quickly.

How many more, I want them all!

That eager look and movements revealed the urgency in his heart, Shuyu curled the corner of his mouth, but said calmly.

A lot of what I'm talking about is not inventory, but production capacity. Of course, it will take a certain amount of time to make this thing, please leave me an address, and I will send someone to find you when it is necessary.

The gray squirrel clothing store is located at the entrance of the market next door!

Sill pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, quickly wrote the address on it, and politely handed it to the young man in front of him.

Looking at the young man who took the note, he smiled and continued.

If you still have the goods, please be sure to contact me! Whether it is consignment or other cooperation methods, Gray Squirrel Clothing Store is happy to help you!

Shuyu nodded slightly.

I will consider.

...

Official website forum.

Today is as lively as ever.

[Announcement: Vault 404's office in Boulder City has been established! The person in charge is a little brother named Shuyu, everyone hurry to harass him. In addition, the chamber of commerce in the outpost is also under preparation, and it has entered the recruitment stage, so stay tuned! 】

Big Eyes in Liabilities: Is this announcement written by Xiaoqi?

Lao Bai: It should be, it's not like Brother Guang.

Lone Wolf: Speaking of which, what is Brother Guang's style? (curious)

Kuangfeng: Yeah, what exactly is it? Kuangfeng also wants to know, what do you think. (Slanting eyes)

Lone Wolf: ???

Quit smoking: Damn, this imitation is too real!

Ye Shi: Guang: Just read my ID and you're done. (Funny)

Paddle on the edge: Where's Fang Chang? Where's your Fang Chang? Why didn't you see him?

Commander Quanshui: That's right! Gouyue Ouhuang, get out!

Say Fang Chang, Fang Chang will arrive.

As soon as the players started playing, Brother Fang's ID popped up from the forum.

I'm back! I just edited the post! Today's harvest is quite amazing, and the transaction volume is one more zero than yesterday! Not only are the clothes consigned in the clothing store, but the works of Fujiteng House have been snapped up by local residents! We now have a There are a lot of bargaining chips, I have sorted out a price list of local products, if you need it, you can find me to buy it for you, the price is open and transparent, no one is cheating! (Show teeth)”

Tail: My giao! Those exciting clothes are sold out! (△;)

Sisi: Is this the adult world? (o°ω°o)

Quitting Smoking: Fujito is awesome!!

Irena: Sure enough, LSP is the driving force for the continuous progress of society. (Funny)

Feng Feng: It's not necessarily accurate to say that. After all, clothes with three-digit prices are not affordable by ordinary people. Rational analysis, it should be bought by the nobles in the inner city.

Ye Ao Nai and I He: Laughing, who can afford three-figure clothes? The clothing store opened by my family, the cheapest clothes cost 999, and the expensive nine-figures go up. I can only say You are still too young to have seen a real local tyrant, and the world is much more complicated than you imagined.

Lao Bai: ...are we discussing something in one dimension?

Fujiteng: !! Will the evening dress I designed appear at the ball of the noble girls?! (☆▽☆)

Ye Shi: For sure! Maybe after a while, the Fujiteng House will become the vane of the fashion industry in Boulder City!

Irene: Turning the city is just around the corner. (funny)

Yaya: Hey... As expected of the wasteland, the atmosphere is too open, I really can't accept that kind of clothes. (‐ω‐)

Ye Shi: It can't be hidden. (Funny)

Yaya: (*ω)╰hi╯

Irena: (Funny Scary Limited.jpg)

Fujiteng: What the hell, what are you thinking! That clothes are not what you think, okay? Besides, your figure can't be worn in the first place, that kind of high-end sense... In short, you have to be slim to wear it. !

Yaya: Wait a minute, I can't pretend I didn't hear this, are you saying I'm fat!!! (σ`д′)σ

Fujito: No, I didn't mean that. QAQ

Tail: Tail testifies! Master is not fat at all, just bigger! (///ω///)

Crow: !??

Sisi: I've invited the designer to speak. May I ask who Fujito thinks is more suitable to wear?

Fujiteng: For example... Boss Xia?

Boss Xia?

Chu Guang, who was peeking at the screen, felt that Xia Yan probably wouldn't be able to accept that kind of clothes. Her salary is not low, so if she liked it, she would have bought it long ago.

Mercenaries are keen on leather goods, whether it's a leather jacket or a small leather coat.

Compared with clothes made of fibers, animal leather can better resist biting and cutting damage, and it will not be too uncomfortable in rainy weather.

and……

I can't imagine it at all.

That rude guy in that dignified evening dress...

Chu Guang thought about it for a long time, but he could only imagine someone tripping over the hem of a skirt clumsily, so he couldn't help laughing.

Xia Yan, who was reading a book not far away, looked over suspiciously.

what are you laughing at?

Chu Guang coughed lightly.

It's nothing, I thought of something fun.

Fun thing?

Hearing the funny things, Xia Yan suddenly became energetic, put down the book in his hand, and waited for him to continue talking expectantly.

Listening to stories is much more interesting than watching these little tadpoles!

But Chu Guang didn't intend to go into details.

I'll tell you when you finish reading the study material in your hand.

Xia Yan rolled her eyes and picked up the book again.

Tch, stingy!

Instead of managing Boss Xia, who was learning Chinese, Chu Guang looked at the computer screen.

The topic discussed by the players seems to have shifted from how much a piece of clothing should sell to cultural conquest of a different world.

Some people proposed to make Hanfu and lo skirts, but soon some people said that too many materials were used, and the cost was not cost-effective.

Soon someone said that regardless of what to sell, we can first introduce the balance payment system and cut the leeks of the wastelanders.

Although they had big brains and good ideas, Chu Guang still felt that they were thinking too much.

Although the NPCs in Wasteland OL are called NPCs in the setting, they are only set relative to the players.

These people are not stupid at all.

Chu Guang even dared to assert that once someone finds a substitute for devil silk, a lot of counterfeit products will come out soon.

There are no trademark laws or patents in the wasteland. Everyone uses things that have been thoroughly researched by pre-war civilizations. Even if a new gadget comes out one day, who dares to say that this gadget was invented by themselves?

Someone will definitely find that polyamide can be an alternative.

This thing is a kind of thermoplastic resin, which can be made by polycondensation of adipic acid and hexamethylenediamine, and it is not only used for socks, but also used in various mechanical and electrical parts, including bearings, gears, pulley pump impellers, blades , High pressure sealing ring and so on.

The chemical plant in the outpost also produces a small amount of this kind of thing, and the biomass oil provided by the camu tree is a good raw material.

Don't even think about it.

Even Brother Mosquito can make this thing, and Boulder City can definitely produce this thing, at most it’s just that no one has developed this market.

I didn't expect that the clothes made by Fujiteng House would successfully enter the upper class of Boulder City?

It was a pleasant surprise.

If this style of clothing can be popular in the upper class and form a trend, and then create a lower-cost substitute to promote in the lower market, it might work!

Devil silk products take the high-end route, and nylon silk textiles open up the sinking market!

A smile appeared on Chu Guang's face.

I'm simply a genius!

A little low in making clothes and socks?

what is the relationship!

Light industry earns foreign exchange, and the foreign exchange earned subsidizes heavy industry, which is very reasonable.

As long as it can develop, don't worry too much about the means.

The only thing that needs to be verified now is the acceptance of this product by the local people

Chu Guang's eyes subconsciously fell on Boss Xia's knee.

Boss Xia, who didn't pay much attention to reading at first, felt the gaze, tensed reflexively, and asked in a low voice.

What are you doing...

nothing.

never mind.

Just referring to the aesthetics of myself or the players does not feel very meaningful. Even if Chu Guang thinks it is OK, it does not mean that the consumers in the wasteland think it is OK.

It is better to test it directly with the market.

Chu Guang has enough confidence in his little players.

Fujito's clothes have conquered Boulder's high society.

That's a good sign!

Xia Yan: ?

Averting his gaze from Boss Xia, Chu Guang turned on the VM, and was about to edit a task to send to the players in the chemical plant, but his fingers paused on the screen.

Emmm...

Speak up.

What would be a better name for this task?

...

It was ten o'clock in the evening, and the night was dark.

Qingquan City in the dark is like a silent tomb, but the Boulder City on the edge of the third ring road has nothing to do with the word silence, and many blocks are even more lively than during the day, like the spirit of a graveyard dancing disco lad.

Stress always needs a way out.

Human needs cannot be just enough to eat.

From a big glass of beer with water to three-figure special cocktails, people are always looking for ways to add some fun to life.

The Queen of the Night bar near the inner city, with its explosive music and dazzling lights, was as full as ever today.

On the purple couch, sat a man hugging left and right.

The leather shoes under his feet are made of death claw leather, and it is even made by the famous designer of Ideal City. The gold paint has been burned from the top of the shoes to the soles.

Will it wear off on the sole of the hot shoe?

Is this something he needs to think about?

Just change the pair if the paint fades, and he doesn't need to climb mountains and wade through water to make a living like the wastelanders.

His name is Yang Kun. He is the owner of the Sequoia Timber Factory. He owns a lot of businesses in the south, and also operates two real estates in the outer city. He even maintains a caravan and a mercenary group.

In this bar, he can be regarded as a well-known celebrity.

Robo, my little radish, you really have more and more tricks here.

The two beauties in his arms were wearing the artwork that Schill had obtained from the blue coat earlier.

The pure white evening dress and knee socks, there is a touch of coquettishness in the purity, a touch of superficiality in the nobility, color but not so color.

This appetizing feeling is simply great!

With a smile on his face, Rob said politely.

It is my pleasure to satisfy you!

Yang Kun nodded and said slowly.

The clothes are good everywhere, but there is one shortcoming.

Luo Bo immediately said: Please tell me, we will definitely improve in the future!

Yang Kun: It's too strong.

Luo Bo was taken aback for a moment, and when he met the familiar eyes of the old customer, he instantly understood.

The two laughed in unison.

Hahaha, you are so humorous!

Thank you, you're not bad either.

Yang Kun, who was holding the two dancers in his arms, stood up and shook the black card on his finger.

Get a room for me, I'm a little tired and want to take a nap.

okay!

Watching off the honored guests walking upstairs, Luo Bo's heart was full of excitement and burning hot.

He had a strong premonition.

Before long, he will become the queen of the night in the entire Boulder City——

Oh no, it should be the Emperor of the Night!

——

(It's a bit late... just treat it as if I took half a day off T.T.)