This game is too real

"...Is it here?"

This was the twentieth time today. Xier repeatedly confirmed the address on the note. He was not in the wrong place.

In front of him was a storefront that was being renovated. The sound of sawing wood and clanging came from inside.

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

"Is there anyone named Xu Shun here?"

"No, no, how many times do you want me to say it?" The man doing carpentry work at the door replied impatiently.

Xier continued to ask without giving up.

"Who is the owner here? I have an important client who filled in the address here. I have to find him."

What does this have to do with me?

The carpenter said without raising his head.

"The owner here is out and will not be back until dark. If you want to find him, just wait."

Before dark...

Noon is before dark, and so is afternoon. Just because of this nonsense, he has been standing here for a whole day!

Now it's already dark, and this guy is still talking to me before dark!

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

Xier shouted out in surprise, as if he had found a purse dropped on the ground.

"Hey! Mr. Xu Shun!"

While shouting, he did not forget to wave his hand to indicate that he was here.

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

Xu Shun made a helpless expression.

"The residents of the shelter consigned something to him, and the signature was my name."

Shuyu pinched his chin and nodded thoughtfully.

"I see."

"It seems that there is a result."

Before the group reached the door, Xier had already taken the initiative to greet them, and said with a bright smile on his face.

"My friend, you are finally back!"

Before Xier finished the greetings, Xu Shun asked immediately.

"Have you sold the items?"

"Sold!"

Not minding being interrupted, Xier continued with a beaming face.

"My client really likes your... uh, artworks. And he also said that if there are any more, he wants to buy some more to keep. I remember you have a big bag? If you can't find a buyer, why not sell it to me."

The players who looked at the subtitles suddenly brightened up.

Especially Ye Shi, his eyes lit up.

"Damn, a fellow traveler!"

Sell!

Must sell it to him!

Lao Bai's expression was subtle.

"It seems that there are also LSPs in the wasteland."

Kuangfeng coughed lightly and said, "... No matter what, it's sold."

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

To be honest, they had asked around in the market before and no one wanted it, so they basically had no hope.

Unexpectedly, the situation turned around after returning from the talent market?

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

Kuangfeng tried to analyze it rationally. It was impossible for the mercenaries to buy such a long evening dress.

Civilians had no consumption power and could be ignored.

Those who could afford so many chips must be nobles in the inner city.

No matter who it was sold to, Fang Chang took the purse from Xier and counted the chips inside. The total denomination was exactly 480 chips.

Xier had already deducted 20% of his chips - a total of 120 chips.

As for whether this guy secretly sold it at a higher price, that was his own ability. The two parties agreed only on the share of the label price.

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

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

Even Shu Yu, who was standing aside, couldn't help but exclaimed.

Good guy.

This transaction is enough to pay 4 months of rent!

Of course, the players are thinking about the exoskeletons and other equipment on the shelves.

Half of the 3,500 chips are theirs. Counting the previous profits, they can already collect a huge sum of 2,000 chips.

Only 1,000 silver coins are converted, but if you buy a KV-1 exoskeleton or other equipment and sell it to other players, it will be more than 1,000 silver coins.

The Miner I sells for 2,000 silver, and the KV-1 with no level limit sells for 1,000 silver, isn't it too much?

Three KV-1s are worth 1,800 chips, and they sell for 3,000 silver coins. It's a bloody profit!

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 the outpost base store.

Fang Chang planned to open another post on the official website immediately after he went offline, doing purchasing on behalf of others and pre-selling at the same time, and by the way, ask the rich woman Teng Teng if she wanted to help buy something.

"Wait, why 3,500 chips?"

After listening to the negotiation relayed by Xu Shun, Xier stared at the several residents of the shelter in front of him with wide eyes and said angrily.

"Did you forget that you still have to give me 20%?"

"That was consignment, my friend, not now," Fang Chang, who was sketching out the business map in his mind, had no time to pay attention to him, and said perfunctorily with the words he had just learned in Chinese, "If you want to buy, then pay."

Xu Shun relayed this sentence.

But in fact, this was completely redundant.

Even if he only understood a few words, Xier immediately understood what these guys meant.

Damn it!

This group of blue gophers who went back on their words!

Although his heart was bleeding, Xier still took out the purse from his pocket and reluctantly stuffed it into Fang Chang's hand.

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

Ye Shi turned his head and looked at Kuang Feng.

"Do you believe it? The cash flow of his store is exactly an integer."

Kuang Feng looked at him strangely.

"Do you pay attention to such details when playing games?"

Ye Shi: "No, I just think that the AI ​​of this game is very real when lying with open eyes."

Kuang Feng: "..."

There is no need to be polite to profiteers. Fang Chang took the purse from Xier's hand without hesitation, counted it carefully twice, and put it around his waist after confirming that there was no problem.

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

"I'm glad you can appreciate our art."

"The things are in the house, please follow us."

For the sake of art!

Xier followed him with anger and walked into the storefront 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 in the package, Xier made up his mind to squeeze the money out of his old friend.

However, just as he was about to leave, Shuyu, who had been silent, suddenly called him.

"Please wait a moment."

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

"Anything else?"

Shuyu shook his head.

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

Haha.

Do you think I will tell you?

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

"The one who can pay this money is naturally a big shot. As for who I sell it to, I certainly can't reveal it. This is the customer's privacy. I hope you can understand."

One hand for money and one hand for goods.

The deal has been completed.

After saying that, Xier was about to turn around and leave, but the young man continued to speak.

"So you still have a way to do business with big shots."

Xier said proudly: "Of course, the customers of the Gray Squirrel Clothing Store are all over the wasteland. This is not bragging."

"Really?" Shuyu thought for a while and continued, "In fact, there are still many similar products in our place. If you have a sales channel, we can consider cooperation."

"Are there still many?!"

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

"How many are there? I want them all!"

The eager look and action revealed his urgency in his heart. Shuyu bent the corners of his mouth, but said calmly.

"I'm not talking about inventory, but production capacity. It takes time to make this thing. Leave me your address. I'll have someone find you when it's necessary."

"Grey Squirrel Clothing Store, located at the entrance of the next market!"

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

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

"If you still have goods, please contact me! Whether it's consignment or other forms of cooperation, Grey Squirrel Clothing Store is happy to serve you!"

Shuyu nodded gently.

"I'll consider it."

...

Official website forum.

Today is as lively as ever.

[Announcement: The 404 Shelter Office in Boulder City has been established! The person in charge is a little brother named Shuyu, everyone go and harass him. In addition, the Chamber of Commerce of the Outpost is also under construction, and it has now entered the recruitment stage, so stay tuned! ]

Big Eyes in Debt: "Is this announcement written by Xiaoqi?"

Lao Bai: "It should be, it doesn't look like Brother Guang's style."

Lone Wolf: "By the way, what is Brother Guang's style? (Curious)"

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

Lone Wolf: "???"

Quitting Smoking: "Damn, this imitation is too real!"

Night Ten: "Guang: You just read my ID and it's over. (Funny)"

Edge Water: "Where is Fang Chang? Where is your Fang Chang? Why can't I see him?"

Fountain Commander: "That's it! The damn European Emperor, get out!"

Speak of Fang Chang, and Fang Chang will be here.

As soon as the players started to tag him, Brother Fang Chang's ID popped up on the forum.

"I'm back! I was editing a post just now! Today's harvest is quite amazing, the transaction amount has one more zero than yesterday! Not only the clothes consigned to the clothing store, but also the works of the rattan hut were snapped up by local residents! We now have a lot of chips in our hands. I have compiled a price list of local products. If you need them, you can ask me to buy them for you. The prices are open and transparent, and there is no deception! (grin)"

Tail: "Oh my gosh! Those stimulating clothes are sold out! (?△?;?)?"

Sis: "Is this the world of adults? (o°ω°o)"

Quit smoking: "Teng Teng is awesome!!"

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

Kuangfeng: "That may not be accurate. After all, clothes with three-digit prices are not affordable for ordinary people. Rationally speaking, they should be bought by the nobles in the inner city."

Ye Aonaiwohe: "I laughed. Who can't afford clothes with three-digit prices? My family runs a clothing store. The cheapest clothes are 999, and the expensive ones are nine digits and up. I can only say that you are too young and have never seen real rich people. This world is much more complicated than you think."

Lao Bai: "...Are we discussing something in the same dimension?"

Teng Teng: "!! Will the evening dress I designed appear at the ball of the noble ladies?! (☆▽☆)"

Ye Shi: "Of course! Who knows, after a while, Teng Teng's hut will become a boulder city"

Irena: "It's just around the corner to be popular in the whole city. (funny)"

Ya Ya: "Ah... As expected of the wasteland, the atmosphere is too open. I really can't accept that kind of clothes. (′-ω-)"

Ye Shi: "Isn't it that it can't be covered? (funny)"

Ya Ya: "(*?ω?)?╰ひ╯"

Irena: "(funny fear limited.jpg)"

Teng Teng: "What the hell, what are you thinking! That dress is not what you think, okay? Besides, your figure can't wear it. That kind of high-end feeling... Anyway, you have to be slimmer to wear it, okay!"

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

Teng Teng: "No, no, I don't mean that. QAQ"

Tail: "Tail as a witness! Master is not fat at all, just a little bit bigger! (///ω///)"

Ya Ya: "!??"

Si Si: "Please let the designer speak. Who do you think is more suitable to wear it?"

Teng Teng: "For example... Boss Xia?"

Boss Xia?

Chu Guang, who was peeking at the screen, felt that Xia Yan probably couldn't accept that kind of clothes. Her salary was not low. If she liked it, she would have bought it long ago.

Mercenaries are keen on leather products, whether it is a leather jacket or a small leather coat.

Compared with fiber-woven clothes, animal leather can better resist bites and cutting types of damage, and it won't be too uncomfortable in rainy weather.

And...

I can't imagine it at all.

That rude guy wearing that kind of dignified and elegant evening dress...

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

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

"What are you laughing at?"

Chu Guang coughed lightly.

"Nothing, I just thought of something fun."

"Funny things?"

Hearing about the fun things, Xia Yan suddenly became energetic, put down the book in his hand, and waited for him to continue with anticipation.

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

But Chu Guang didn't plan to elaborate.

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

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

"Tsk, stingy!"

Ignoring Boss Xia who was learning Chinese, Chu Guang looked at the computer screen.

The topic discussed by the players seemed to have deviated from how much a piece of clothing should be sold for to the cultural conquest of the "other world".

Some people suggested making Hanfu and lolita skirts, but soon someone said that too much material was used and the cost was not cost-effective.

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

Although the ideas are very creative, Chu Guang still thinks they think too much.

The NPCs in "Wasteland OL" are called NPCs, but that is only a setting relative to the players.

These people are not stupid at all.

Chu Guang even dares to assert that once someone finds a substitute for devil silk, a lot of counterfeit goods will soon emerge.

There is no trademark law or patent in the wasteland. Everyone uses things that the pre-war civilization has already studied thoroughly. Even if there is a new thing one day, who dares to say that this thing is invented by themselves?

"Someone will definitely find that polyamide can be a substitute."

This thing is a thermoplastic resin that can be made by condensing adipic acid and hexamethylenediamine. It is not only used to make socks, but also used in various mechanical and electrical parts, including bearings, gears, pulley pump impellers, blades, high-pressure seals, etc.

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

Don't even think about it.

Even Mosquito can make this stuff, so Boulder City can definitely produce it, but at most no one has developed this market.

"I didn't expect that the clothes made by Teng Teng Hut would successfully enter the upper class of Boulder City?"

"This is 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 it in the sinking market, it might work!"

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

Chu Guang smiled.

"I'm simply a genius!"

Is making clothes and socks a bit low-end?

What does it matter!

It's reasonable for light industry to earn foreign exchange, and the foreign exchange earned to subsidize heavy industry.

As long as it can be developed, there is no need to worry too much about the means.

Now the only thing that needs to be verified is the local people's acceptance of this product.

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

Boss Xia, who had not been reading very carefully, felt the sight and tensed up reflexively, and asked in a low voice.

"What are you doing..."

"Nothing."

Forget it.

It doesn't make much sense to refer to your own or the players' aesthetics. Even if Chu Guang thinks it's OK, it doesn't mean that consumers in the wasteland think it's OK.

It's better to test it directly with the market.

Chu Guang has enough confidence in his little players.

Teng Teng's clothes have conquered the upper class of Boulder City.

This is a good sign!

Xia Yan: "?"

Chu Guang took his eyes off Boss Xia and opened the VM. He was about to edit a task to send to the players of the chemical plant, but his finger paused on the screen.

Emmm...

Speaking of which.

What should this task be called?

...

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

Qingquan City in the dark night is like a silent grave, but the Boulder City on the Third Ring Road has nothing to do with the word "silent". Many blocks are even more lively than during the day, just like the spirited young men dancing on the grave.

Pressure always needs a way to release.

People's needs cannot be just to eat.

From a chip and a large glass of watered beer to three-digit special cocktails, people always think of ways to add some fun to life.

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

On the purple sofa, there is a man with left and right arms.

The pair of leather shoes under his feet are made of death claw leather, and they are made by the hands of the famous designer of Ideal City. The gold paint is burned from the top of the shoe to the sole.

Will the sole be worn off by the hot paint?

Is this something he needs to consider?

If the paint falls off, just change it, and he doesn't need to climb mountains and wade through water to make a living like the wastelanders.

His name is Yang Kun, the owner of the Redwood Timber Factory. He has many industries in the south, and also operates two properties in the outer city. He also has a caravan and a mercenary group under his command.

In this bar, he is also a well-known celebrity.

"Robo, my little carrot, you have more and more tricks here."

The two beauties in his arms were wearing the artworks that Xier had obtained from the blue coat.

The pure white evening dress and knee-high socks, pure with a hint of enchantment, noble with a hint of superficiality, sexy but not that sexy.

This kind of appetite-whetting feeling is simply great!

Rob's face was full of smiles, and he said politely.

"It's my honor to satisfy you!"

Yang Kun nodded and said slowly.

"This dress is good in every way, but there is one flaw."

Robo immediately said: "Please tell me, we will definitely improve it in the future!"

Yang Kun: "It's too strong."

Robo was slightly stunned, and when he met the old customer's eyes that understood at a glance, he instantly understood.

The two of them laughed at the same time.

"Hahaha, you are so humorous!"

"Thank you, you are not bad."

Yang Kun, who was hugging two dancers, stood up and shook the black card between his fingers.

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

"Okay!"

Watching the distinguished guest walking upstairs, Robo's heart was full of excitement and passion.

He had a strong premonition.

It won't be long before he will become the Queen of the Night of the entire Boulder City -

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