This Game is Too Real Chapter 113

Chapter 113 NPC came to the players' market to set up a stall?

Official website:

Fang Chang: "Unlock a new landmark in the north of the abandoned construction site, the abandoned department store, and there are a lot of gnats in it! We basically emptied the gnats on the first floor, but when entering the basement, the VM indicated that the radiation index in the current area exceeded the safety threshold. Well, let me be honest, there are probably good things in the basement. Are there any physique players? We are just one physique short."

Siss: "I am me!"

Tail: "Tail too! Uh, I seem to be agile, but it doesn't matter, I will sneak attack! (｀ω*

Fang Chang: "Sorry, that book can't bring new people. I'll talk about the requirements. The physical attribute is 10 points, preferably 10 points or more."

Tail: "QAQ"

Irena: "My physique is LV4, my main attribute is just 10 points, my talent... Forget it, think I don't have it. (funny

Fang Chang: "Brother, read the private message."

Picking up trash at level 99: "Do you want a lizard? I may be resistant, whether it's radiation or poison!"

Ye Ten: "You think of a way to get out of the shelter first. (Funny

Level 99 Picking Up Trash: "Hey!"

Fujiteng: "I got up at four o'clock in the middle of the night and looked at the PPT, and saw that I almost forgot to go to work, but there are still a few things I don't understand. Woohoo, bald, this game is really getting harder and harder! (T^T )”

WC really has mosquitoes: "Just ask if you don't understand, goblins want to know if the PPT you're watching is serious?"

Teng Teng: *ω)╰ひ╯"

WC really has mosquitoes: Д*

Today's official website is still calm.

Except for a few brothers arguing about which type of steel should be used for seamless steel pipes, the entire forum is very harmonious.

Chu Guang did not participate in the topic, but silently marked the accounts of these old buddies and arranged them on the next batch of lists.

Don't beep, you can go.

When the Alpha 0.6 version comes out, there will be times when you perform.

In fact, Chu Guang has always been curious, this wasteland OL forum is so punished every day, why hasn't it been dropped by the wall yet?

The official website has been online for more than a month, and now it has nearly 10,000 daily active users and a lot of people.

That kid named Yeao must have reported a lot.

However, it's really useless.

"Outrageous."

Including being able to deliver the helmet to the player's door without knowing it, if this is something that black technology can do, then this technology is really outrageous.

is like magic...

Playing with the ballpoint pen in his hand, Chu Guang, who was leaning on the chair, smashed his tongue.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of the "morphogenesis field" mentioned in the recording.

"Little Qi."

Little Qi, who was charging, raised the camera.

"What's the matter, master."

Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.

"Have you heard of morphogenetic fields?"

"Is it the main research topic of Vault 404?"

"Huh?" Chu Guang sat up from the chair in surprise, looked at the wastepaper basket squatting in the corner and asked, "You know?"

"Master... As I said before, the information on Xiaoqi's archive was obtained from you." Xiaoqi's voice sounded a little helpless.

All right.

White is happy.

But it's also irrelevant anyway.

Chu Guang leaned back on the chair, dropped the pen in his hand, grabbed the mouse, and typed "The Stars" in his inventory, starting a new round of watching the sea.

Since equipping the "Hummingbird" drone, Xiaoqi's field of vision has expanded a lot.

The silver-white sphere usually hovers about 50-100 meters above the outpost quietly, and no one will notice a small point at all.

If necessary, it can also be moved and deployed around the park. As long as it does not fly out of three kilometers, the signal is very good.

Through the VM device worn on his arm, Chu Guang can drag the drone in the horizontal direction to redeploy by just swiping the touch screen with his index finger.

This feeling is almost like playing an RTS game from the perspective of God.

The only pity is that players have their own ideas, and he can't frame the little blue man on the screen for micro-manipulation.

Otherwise, it is really the same as RTS games.

Peeping the screen was so happy, Chu Guang, who was holding the VM, dragged the drone to the entrance of 76th Street for a while, OB those players who were brushing the book at the greenhouse ruins, and then dragged the drone to the vicinity of the mutant tribe, to see those Green-skinned muscle guys are busy doing something.

Well, it seems to be quite busy indeed.

A few more corpses were added at the gate of the village, but the strange thing was that, apart from the bright and dark sentries, none of these muscular guys were seen coming out of the village.

Where did these corpses come from?

out of thin air?

Unfortunately, the mutants like to use wood as the dome in the stockade, and there are still some rags and clothes hanging in the corridors, and the situation inside can't be seen from a high altitude.

Maybe?

Should I randomly select a small player to go in and give it away?

is not impossible.

Until the drone's battery reached the bottom and the automatic return was triggered, Chu Guang reluctantly put away the VM and returned the control of the drone to Xiaoqi.

is approaching dusk.

The market in front of the north gate is very lively.

There are stalls selling barbecues, some performing mushrooms, and some selling clothes, knives, and even "goblin rocket launchers".

I have to say that these players are all talents. Even if the game itself does not provide much content, they can create content and have a good time playing by themselves.

The indigenous people living nearby were also attracted by the lively atmosphere here.

However, they were embarrassed to get too close.

Coupled with the lack of money and no silver coins, they watched with envy for a while, and then quietly left.

"The market for the blue jackets is very lively."

"The clothes they make are so beautiful, and the people are beautiful."

"I saw the shell of the Claw Crab. They used the shell of the Claw Crab to make the armor? Although it didn't look very durable, they actually killed the Claw Crab!"

"It's a luxury that they grill meat on charcoal."

"If only I could do business with them..."

"Yeah, the kids can't just drink milk, they still have to eat some porridge or mush when they're older... Their croissants are pretty good, bigger than the ones we've seen in the north."

"I don't know if they need part-time labor. There are not many prey in winter. It would be nice if they could use their strength to exchange some money."

"I'm trying to save up to buy an axe. Their axe looks stronger than ours and is made of steel...I've only seen steel tools in the big survivor strongholds."

Sitting in front of the fire in the center of the village, the refugees ate flatbread, drank hot camel milk, and whispered in low voices, all with envious expressions on their faces.

Those blue coats are not like them, they need to build a big and tall bonfire to keep warm together, but use those small torches, dipped in black tar, to light up the whole camp.

is simply too rich!

But envy is envy.

Identity is engraved in DNA.

Being able to have a place to stay next to the stronghold of the big forces and not be expelled, they are already very satisfied.

At least for now, life is quite satisfying.

Looking at the black smoke wafting from the distant camp, Wu Tie Axe, who was sitting with the tribe, fell into a long period of contemplation.

was speechless all night.

The next morning.

Wu Tie Axe went to the outpost alone. After asking the guards on duty at the gate, he met Chu Guang who had just come up from the shelter.

"Dear Sir, I have one thing I would like to ask for your help!"

again?

Chu Guang yawned.

"Seeds are not borrowed, so let's not talk about it."

Wu Tie Axe looked embarrassed and explained with his head lowered.

"Last time I was abrupt, this time I came to you, not for the seed."

Chu Guang glanced at him curiously.

"Oh? You said."

Wu Tie Axe said frankly without going around in circles.

"My people want to set up a stall at the market at your north gate. I beg you to allow us to borrow a piece of land the size of a camel skin."

How big is a piece of land the size of a camel skin?

Chu Guang has never used such a strange quantifier.

However, the point is not the area.

"Is it a stall, what do you want to trade?"

Wu Tie Axe continued.

"Some leather goods, found parts, tools we made ourselves, and prey stuff... I assure you with my head that my people will not cause you trouble, we just want to exchange some grain and potatoes class, to feed our children."

It's okay to use the head guarantee.

The general survivor settlement is actually very repulsive to do business with the refugees. After all, these wandering people usually have a hard time coming up with good things, and no one likes the savage stall owners.

But if you look at the problem from a different angle...

Chu Guang thought for a moment.

Having an idea in his heart, he looked at the patriarch in front of him and said.

"I can allow you to enter the market at the north gate, but you must abide by the rules we set. Such as ensuring that the business projects comply with public order and good customs, maintaining the road in front of the stalls clean and tidy, not obstructing traffic, prohibiting private fights, prohibiting forced buying and selling, prohibiting The private sale of slaves, the prohibition of the sale of addictive drugs, etc."

"In addition, to operate a booth in our market, we must and only use our fiat currency. Any goods sold must also be of quality. In the event of a dispute, everything is subject to the provisions in the terms and the outcome of the arbitration."

"The specific details are posted on the notice board at the north gate. If you can accept it, I will give you a booth."

Wu Tie Axe nodded respectfully.

"We will accept it, my lord."

"I hope you will seriously consider the weight behind this 'willing'," Chu Guang looked at him and said, "That's the decision."

In fact, Chu Guang had thought carefully about allowing these nomads to deepen their communication with the players.

This is much earlier than Wu Tie Axe came to the door on his own initiative.

Proper trade exchanges can boost relations between the two parties, provided they are properly managed.

The players got benefits, the aborigines got rations, and he logically stuffed copper coins and silver coins into the pockets of the aborigines.

This wave is, of course, a win-win situation.

Maybe it should be called triple win?

After all, he won three times.

evening.

The little players who went out to work carried today's spoils and returned to the outpost one after another.

Just when they were going to set up a stall in the Beimen market to do business, they were surprised to find that there was an NPC stall appearing at the north door?

Aren't NPCs all operating in the base?

Could it be that prosperity has increased, triggering a hidden plot?

In front of the booth, two NPC young ladies dressed in animal skin clothes and dressed in exotic styles sat on the ground, with a pot of charcoal fire next to them.

The two are not very old, and the older one is only in his early twenties, with a calm demeanor, quiet and less moving. The young man was about fifteen or sixty-seven, with a pair of big eyes looking left and right, full of curiosity about everything here.

The two are probably sisters.

The light of the charcoal fire reflected on the wheat-colored cheeks, covering the malnourished complexion, looking rosy and shiny.

In front of them is a camel skin, on which are some ornaments made of colorful stones, scrap parts, iron daggers, scabbard holster leather goods and other small things, as well as hyena meat that has just been slaughtered.

And it's also good leg meat and tenderloin.

In addition, there are some freshly squeezed milk, which are placed in containers such as tin cans, aluminum cans, etc. In short, everything is on the booth.

Although players are not short of prey, they are still curious about the NPCs that suddenly appeared in the player's trading market.

"Why is this NPC in our market?"

"so cute!"

"Where's Brother Mole? You know what I mean."

"Hey! You all know the book, who is banned from speaking?"

"Well, we haven't talked about the book yet."

"The tail feels so big!"

Chu Guang was also curious about what the natives were selling, so he walked to the booth and took a look.

Seeing that the manager is coming, the players immediately gave way and waited eagerly to trigger the plot.

Chu Guang looked at the two of them and asked.

"What's your name."

The big one was about to speak, but the small one stretched out his arms and raised his hand vigorously to answer.

"My name is Akiba!"

Chu Guang has probably figured out the naming style of this tribe. It is estimated that what he saw on the journey and what happened, he called it.

sounds more normal than an iron axe.

"Where's your sister?"

"Autumn Grass!"

"Pfft."

Chu Guang almost couldn't hold back his spray.

but held back.

"……Good name."

Secretly observing the expression on the manager's face, the older sister whispered.

"Sir, my sister is still young and lacks discipline. If I offend you... please punish me, and please don't embarrass her."

"No, Lingmei is quite cute."

After asking so many things, it seems stingy that I don't buy anything.

Chu Guang glanced at the items on the booth. Next to each item, according to the rules he set, Arabic numerals were written on the wooden sign with the price clearly marked.

These numbers were taught to them by Chu Guang, mainly for the convenience of players to understand.

Very well, these refugees are very obedient.

is not as "evil" as human-to-human transmission.

Putting down a silver coin, Chu Guang picked out a smaller plastic bottle.

"Try camel milk."

Akiba: "Ah, camel milk is the bottle next to it—"

"It's okay, milk is fine too."

After finishing speaking, Chu Guang carried the plastic bottle and went to Yaya for identification.

The little girl wanted to catch up and make it clear, but her sister who blushed and didn't speak the whole time held her, shook her head at her, and whispered.

"We can't go through that door, we can't run around in the market, and we can't contradict the grown-up, understand?"

"Everything here is his, he can give him whatever he wants."

Not to mention that people pay very well.

Although the tone may be harsh, but a benevolent ruler.

The little girl looked aggrieved.

He is obviously kind, but he has to be scolded by his sister.

"All right."

As she said that, she was still in a panic.

That is definitely not camel milk...

Sister smiled softly and touched her sister's head.

"good."

The players around were talking about the plot just now. Although some versions were outrageous, they also guessed something.

Especially when all the managers and adults bought it, they followed suit.

"Give me a dagger case!"

"Which is camel milk? I want camel milk! Huh? Is that how you read it?"

"The one just now is gone!"

"What is this fruit, it looks so dark, can you eat it?"

"Don't worry, buy it and give it to Boss Crow to taste it."

(end of this chapter)

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