This Game is Too Real Chapter 368

  Chapter 368 Vault 101 Manager's Invitation

"that's it?"

   stared dumbfounded at the production equipment in front of him. Hedin's face was full of confusion and confusion.

  The flour is fed into the mixer according to the proportion, and through a series of processes such as aging, calendering, shredding, steaming, cutting, frying, etc., pieces of golden-yellow flour cakes are finally formed.

   What surprised him was not the efficiency of the production line or the magic of the production process, but the exact opposite…

   Is this gone?

"...These noodles are rarely bought by the residents of the refuge. We usually sell them to the mercenaries in the Stone City, and the caravans there. Especially the caravans, they usually buy in large quantities, 10 or 20 at a time. Not only do they eat it on the road, but they also sell the unfinished food as a trade item to local vendors.”

  Standing next to Heding, Wang Yan introduced his factory while observing the expression on the face of the man beside him.

   He is the manager of the instant noodle factory.

   Taking this businessman from Ideal City to visit the instant noodle factory of the Alliance was the task that the manager personally gave him.

   As one of the "star companies" alongside NukCola, this factory controlled by Refuge has generated a large amount of foreign exchange income for the alliance.

  Wang Yan didn't understand why the manager wanted to show others the technology of producing instant noodles, but this was not something he should worry about.

   What made him wonder is why the traders from the legendary ideal city like heaven are interested in their factories here?

   What about the modesty of "civilized people"?

   What a hell.

   Stayed in place for a long time, Heding finally came back to his senses, and his eyes quickly turned to Director Wang who was standing aside.

   "Just fried the flour? Didn't you add anything else?"

  Wang Yan was stunned, nodded, and shook his head again.

   "No no, that's all the equipment. Add something else... salt and water?"

  Hedin looked at him blankly.

   He thought that the magical dough was produced through some kind of complicated process, and even considered that it might be made in a black box, but he did not expect the production process and the raw materials used to be so simple.

   But when you think about it, there really seems to be no need to add anything else.

  Carbohydrates are dehydrated after frying. The high osmotic pressure of heavy oil salts makes it almost impossible for microorganisms to survive. As long as they are sealed with plastic to isolate oxygen and moisture in the air, it can easily prevent food from spoiling...

   However, what made Heding bewildered was that.

   is obviously a simple principle, why no one thought of it?

   After a long time, he looked away from the factory manager and looked at the production equipment in front of him again.

   "...how long can these produced dough be kept."

   Wang Yan said immediately.

   "If it is packaged in plastic, it can be stored for six months without any problem! It can be eaten after more than six months, but the taste is not so good."

   In fact, he doesn't know if it can be kept for six months, after all, their production line was only put into operation two months ago.

   It is really sold out of stock, that is, during the period after the end of the Northern Expedition. As for the "six-month shelf life", that is what the manager himself said.

   But Hedin had no doubts.

   Six months…

  Hedin silently calculated in his heart.

  Most traders travel far, and the round-trip cycle will not exceed this number. After all, if the road is too long, both the economic cost and the time cost will be very expensive.

   The shelf life is six months, which is quite enough!

   After all, this thing is not as a food reserve, but as an inexpensive pre-made food that is easy to carry and cook.

   It doesn't even have to be healthy.

   As long as the morale of the caravans and expeditions can be guaranteed, there will be a lot of caravans and mercenary groups willing to pay for it.

   This is so much tastier than those freeze-dried veggies!

   Or you can combine the two yourself to encapsulate instant noodle cakes and freeze-dried vegetables.

  Thinking of this, Heding looked at the pieces of golden-yellow dough that were waiting to be packaged in plastic, and his piercing pupils were fiery.

  In his eyes, the dough cakes seemed to have turned into stacks of banknotes!

  Hedin couldn't wait.

   He can't wait to fly back to the Province of the Clouds right now to start his grand business plan!

   Just when Heding fantasized about how to use these instant noodles to make a lot of money in the province of clouds, Chu Guang was sitting on the train to Xizhou City.

   Last night, Xia Yan called him and told him that the manager of Vault 101 was willing to hand over the VM to him, but wanted to meet him in exchange.

   This request is not excessive, and Chu Guang does not think that the other party has any reason to plot against him.

   And, after all, he was the one who made that presumptuous request first.

   For the 3,500 qualifications for the beta test, he could only go there once in person.

  The dense forest flew by the window, and after driving through a field full of bomb craters, when the road sign of Qingshi County came into view, the scenery outside the car window suddenly became clear.

  The copper ore was piled up into hills, and people in front of the station shuttled back and forth.

  There are traders who come here from Dawn City to inspect the market and buy ores, and there are players who bring VMs and rifles to drill into the forest.

   Looking at the busy station, Chu Guang was a little lost.

  Two months ago, he was standing on the broken bridge not far away, and now he could vaguely hear the echo of the vibration of the propeller and the roar of artillery fire.

   Today, it has become a well-known copper ore production base, and even Dawn City has also been exposed to the light, becoming the largest copper and molybdenum ore trading center in the southern river valley province.

   They built the railway.

   is also planning to build another power grid.

   Integrate the power systems of Dawn City and Dawn City, and when the controllable fusion reactor is ignited, a greater miracle will be born on the soil where the fire is extinguished.

   "The changes here are quite big."

   Jiuli, who was sitting opposite Chu Guang, said respectfully.

   "You're here after all."

  Chu Guang smiled and corrected his statement.

   "I'm not here."

"It's us."

   Time changes not only things.

   There are others.

   A year ago, this burly man was not called "Jiuli", but a single name with the word "Li".

   In order to avoid the calamity of the Bone-biting tribe, he took his people and fled all the way to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

At that time, half of it was with the mentality of playing stalks, and half of it was considering the realistic needs of survival. The refuge must unite all the wastelanders who can unite, so Chu Guang gave him a more domineering sounding name, and let him He became the steward of the refugee camp, responsible for the placement of refugees who had defected to the Alliance from elsewhere.

   And Jiuli did not live up to Chu Guang's expectations. He cooperated with Luka, the head of Changchang Farm at the time, and used limited materials to manage the refugees in an orderly manner, which well balanced the contradictions between different ethnic groups.

  Although small friction occasionally occurs, there has been no major problem.

   After more than half a year of experience, he no longer had the aggressive and ruthless aura he had at first, but instead he was calm.

   And this is one of the things that Chu Guang admires most about him.

  The survivors of Dawn City need a leader who can sympathize with the suffering of the refugees, and also need to have rich experience in land reclamation. He needs to consider the interests of the alliance as a whole, but he cannot ignore the demands of local survivors, because unity is the foundation for the existence of the alliance.

   Hope that the original management of the town is obviously inappropriate. Whether it is Wu Chengyi, who used to be the mayor of the town, or Yang Duo, who is in charge of the warehouse, they are more suitable for carrying out specific tasks.

   As for Maban, who was parachuted into Xizhou City, his appointment was of a critical nature, and he was more responsible for taking over the town of Hope.

   As for construction work, experience is still lacking.

   And in his work report, he also clearly stated that he was unable to do what he wanted, and he felt difficult to face the nearly 30,000 survivors who needed to be resettled.

  Chu Guang intends to transfer him back to Dawn City to take over the job of Jiuli and serve as the head of the refugee camp, serving as a talent pool for the third survivor settlement.

   Looking at Jiuli sitting opposite, Chu Guang asked seriously.

   "...You need to strengthen our relationship with the local survivors. I have only one request from you, a bowl of water."

   "As the laws of the Union stipulate, they are enforced."

   Jiuli looked solemn and said solemnly.

   "Yes! Your Excellency."

  The train arrives at the station.

   Unlike Dawn City, the station in Dawn City only has a standing wooden board as a stop sign.

   In addition to the piles of materials, the surrounding area is full of soil crushed by rainwater, and concrete **** that has not been completely dismantled.

   A little further north, you can still see the trenches dug by the players before - these trenches have now been turned into drainage tunnels.

   Everything here is broken.

   But to his credit, the outline of a settlement can already be seen east of the trench. The construction of the drainage system was completed, and the survivors began pouring cement into the foundations in preparation for the construction of streets and sheltered houses in Auroville.

   Considering the limited land resources, the residences in Dawn City will be dominated by medium-density five-story apartments, supplemented by single-family cottages.

   In addition, there are some lands that are open to players to buy, and players can freely decide what kind of buildings to build.

   As long as it is not too indecent and affects the senses and game experience of other players, the planning will not interfere too much.

   "Dear Manager, Dawn City welcomes you!" Standing beside the wooden sign at the station, Maban said respectfully.

   Standing next to him were Wu Chengyi, Yang Duo and other former resistance organizations in Xizhou City, as well as the leadership of Hope Town.

   Of course, now they have joined and are loyal to the Alliance, and serve in civil, warehouse management and other departments as Dawn City affairs officers.

  Chu Guang nodded, indicating that everyone needn't be more polite.

   "I'm here mainly to deal with matters related to Camp 101. You just need to work at your own pace, you don't have to greet me with great fanfare."

   Having said that, Chu Guang turned his attention to Jiuli, who was standing by the side, gave a brief introduction to his identity and work, and then handed it over to him.

   As for Chu Guang himself, he walked to the military camp directly opposite Dawn City.

The Second Corps of the    Alliance was stationed here, led by Liu Ding, and was responsible for the security of the station, railroad tracks, and Dawn City not far away.

   At the same time, the fuel rod captured by the alliance from Jinya was also kept in this military camp, and Yin Fang was responsible for the restoration work.

   It has been half a month since that day.

   Chu Guang heard from Yin Fang on the phone two days ago that there was progress, so he happened to drop by here to have a look.

   Following the soldiers of the Second Corps, Chu Guang came to the warehouse where the fuel rods were stored. The building is recognizable because it is the only concrete building in the entire barracks.

  The other camps are far away from here.

Although controllable fusion is theoretically very safe, even if something like helium-3 leaks, there will be no safety risk, and a single fuel rod cannot start a fusion reaction that consumes huge amounts of energy, but people still instinctively want to leave this place. Something farther away.

   Looking at the two soldiers beside him with nervous expressions, Chu Guang said with a smile.

   "Don't be so nervous, or you can go back first and send me here."

   Hearing Chu Guang's words, the two obviously misunderstood what he meant. One of the soldiers straightened his back and said with a serious expression.

   "Sir, we are not afraid of death, we are just worried that the thing threatens your safety, please allow us to follow you!"

   His idea was simple.

   If there is an accident, at least the manager must be taken out.

   "I don't doubt your loyalty, but that thing is not as scary as you think." Chu Guang patted the soldier on the shoulder, "Wait for me at the door."

  The soldier hesitated.

   But it was the manager's order after all, so he still stood with his companions and gave a neat military salute.

"Yes!"

   did not stop at the door, Chu Guang pushed open the door and walked in.

  I saw the assembled fuel rods standing in the center of the room full of parts.

   Standing next to the fuel rod, Yin Fang held a tablet with a data cable in his hand, rubbing his index finger against his chin, as if thinking about something.

   Hearing the movement from the door, he turned his face and glanced, and a surprised expression suddenly appeared in his eyes.

   "What wind brought you here?"

   "I just happened to be passing by, and I stopped by to see how your research is going." Said with a smile, Chu Guang cast an admiring look at the fuel rod in the center of the room, "Looks like you've done it."

  Yin Fang raised his eyebrows proudly.

"That's right, as you can see. Although that idiot almost disassembled the fuel rod, luckily the parts can still be found... By the way, it's really time for you to come. I just put all the parts back yesterday, and today you coming."

   Chu Guang could tell from his radiant expression that he was also very satisfied with the masterpiece he completed in the past half month.

   Throwing the VM-modified tablet on the table, Yin Fang continued proudly.

"I checked it again today and basically ruled out the hardware and software faults. Now I just need to wait for the reactor to be repaired, and I can plug this thing in at any time... How is your communication with the engineers at Camp 101? "

  Chu Guang smiled and nodded.

   "They are already preparing for this work, and no surprise, the reactor should be able to restart soon after the grid is built in Dawn City."

   A long time ago, Chu Guang communicated with Horn, the mayor of Camp 101, about this.

   When the Alliance's construction team arrived at Camp 101, they had already dispatched engineers, and with the help of the players, they found the emergency reactor located deep in the subway tunnel.

  Although the construction period is still uncertain, according to those engineers, it should not take long.

   No matter whether it was the war two hundred years ago or the war two months ago, the reactor was not damaged in the slightest. Just because the time is too long, some aging parts need to be replaced.

   Chu Guang was not too worried about this matter.

   After all, let alone the power grid in Dawn City, there are not many houses built, and only a few factories have been moved here.

   It would be great to be able to complete the construction of the grid and the relocation of the industrial area before the end of the year, and to integrate the repaired reactors into the grid.

   "Looks like you already have a plan, so I won't worry about it."

   The work at hand came to an end, Yin Fang said with a pleasant expression.

   "I plan to avoid the shelter tomorrow morning... By the way, do you still have the samples you brought back from the city center?"

   When he said this, he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.

  A long time ago, he was thinking about the evolutionary body "specimens" brought out by the cattle and horse team from the center of Qingquan City.

   In Yin Fang's eyes, those are all living fossils left by the pre-war civilization!

  A priceless treasure!

   Not only are they structurally well-preserved, but even their "working methods" have been preserved biologically by slime molds.

   For an "archaeologist" who has spent his whole life excavating the heritage of pre-war civilization, one can imagine how attractive it is!

   Looking at Yin Fang's fiery eyes, Chu Guang said with a smile.

   "It's still there. Heya just extracted the slime mold tissue from the evolutionary body, and nothing else has been touched."

   "But I'll bet that when you get back to the sanctuary, you won't look down on that pile of junk—"

   "It's impossible!" Yin Fang shook his head and said without hesitation, "Bronze and iron? Do you know what those things mean?"

   Looking at the determined face, Chu Guang just smiled calmly and continued.

"Recently, a group of people from the enterprise came to the northern suburbs, and we got a set of OD-10 'Dragons' power armor from them. Except for the obvious crack in the left arm, the overall structure is intact, even the reactor and battery are intact. No damage—"

   "Where is it!?"

   Before he could finish his words, Yin Convenience interrupted him.

   That frenzied gaze made Chu Guang stunned for a moment.

   By the way, the last time I saw this expression on this guy's face was when I just picked up Dr. Principle's holographic video.

   "Just at the shelter..."

   Before Chu Guang could finish speaking, Yin Fang grabbed the coat from the table and put it on his body, hurriedly walking towards the door of the warehouse.

   "Fuel rods, find someone to watch... No, just lock the door, don't let the sloppy laymen outside move around!"

   "I can't wait until tomorrow, I'll avoid the refuge now!"

   Looking at the back that quickly disappeared at the door, Chu Guang was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, and a strangeness appeared in his eyes.

  Although he had expected that Yin Fang, who heard the news, would be so excited that he would get carried away, but this exaggerated reaction still exceeded his expectations.

  A power armor that can be repaired is worth a lot of money.

but……

Is    so exaggerated?

   Walking to the door of the warehouse, Chu Guang glanced into the distance and found that the guy had run away without a trace, and most likely went straight to the train station.

  The two soldiers on duty at the gate also looked in the direction of the barracks and whispered.

   "I said earlier that that thing has radiation..."

   "Look at that guy, his brain must be broken."

   The misunderstanding seems to have intensified for strange reasons...

   But it doesn't matter, it's not necessarily a bad thing.

  Chu Guang coughed lightly.

   Seeing that the manager was standing at the door, the two soldiers immediately closed the door, stood up straight, and pressed their hands to the seam of their trousers.

   did not blame the two of them for deserting, Chu Guang simply ordered.

   "Find someone to lock this door."

   "No one shall come near without my order."

   breathed a sigh of relief, and the two of them gave a military salute in unison.

"Yes!"

   Just when Yin Fang turned into a supervisor and urged the staff at the station to unload the goods quickly, the queue at the entrance of the First Hospital of Dawn City formed a long queue.

   Most of the teams are players.

  In the eyes of the residents of the new alliance, this is definitely a rare scene.

  Because as we all know, the residents of the shelter never go to the hospital. After a trip to the culture cabin for minor injuries and minor illnesses, they basically recovered on their own the next day.

   As for serious injuries and terminal illnesses that cannot be cured...

   It seems to have recovered after two or three days.

   And it is.

   These queuing players did not come here to see a doctor, but to undergo reconstructive surgery.

   They can't afford the high-end goods produced by the ideal city, but some rich players can still afford the bionic prosthetics produced by the Boulder City and worth thousands of chips.

  Although Yin Fang has not been in the shelter for the past two weeks, he is not the only one who will perform prosthetic reconstruction surgery.

   Like this surgeon from Vault 117 in the operating room.

  Although he is a little older and his hands are shaking a little, he has a biologist's resume after all, he has done a lot of dissection of animal specimens, and he has also received medical training.

   Replacing arms and legs is not a matter of inserting chips into the brain, these "simple" surgical operations are not difficult for him.

  The surgical equipment purchased from Boulder City is not as professional as Vault 117, but it does not affect its use.

   Looking at the surgical applications refreshed in the VM, the old man in the surgical cap sighed and couldn't help complaining.

   "I don't understand, you obviously have a healthy arm, why did you take off your arm and replace it with... this thing?"

   On the mobile bracket next to the operating table, lies a 90% new mechanical arm.

  Although there are all the joints that a normal arm should have, the knife folded on the inside of the forearm is very curious.

   Even to improve combat effectiveness, this "self-mutilation" method is too extreme.

   However, the shelter resident ignored him, and even took the initiative to climb onto the operating table and lie down, looking at him expectantly.

   That expression was even a little impatient.

   is crazy!

   "I hope you can cherish your body a little more, it was given to you by your parents after all..."

   Seeing that there is no communication at all, the old man sighed, picked up the scalpel in the tray, and looked at the assistant who was helping.

   "Go and close the door."

   Outside the hospital.

   Trash-kun, who was shaking his tail, looked enviously at the long queue of people and the good brothers who put on new equipment.

   "Damn...why can't I change?"

  Irena, who passed by, happened to hear his complaint, and couldn't help but stop and tease.

   "Maybe it's not enough intelligence?"

   Junk Jun immediately retorted.

   "Damn it! Lao Tzu's intelligence... is not too low, okay?"

   "Not low? Isn't it just 3 o'clock?"

   Garbage King's teeth are itchy, but there is nothing he can do.

   Posting a screenshot of the attribute panel on the forum was the biggest mistake in his life.

  Standing next to Lao Na, a certain Mengxin named [Giggleda] looked at the endless stream of hospital doors, and a strange thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

   "What about the replaced parts?"

   Junk Jun smiled sullenly, and took the opportunity to go back.

   "Usually we will find a place where Lao Na can't see it and bury it."

   "Fuck off," Irena rolled her eyes, "I admit that my curiosity may be stronger, but I won't eat that kind of thing anyway!"

"Pity……"

   Gaggada sighed suddenly.

   "According to the game settings, after LV10 can be regarded as Awakened, Awakened should be quite popular, right?"

   Irena glanced at him.

   "What do you want to do? That thing doesn't like to bake—"

   "Of course it's for money, it's a pity to bake it," Gokuda said regretfully, "Anyway, it's also the parts of the Awakened, just forget the arms and hands... eyes, liver, kidneys, etc., how much can I exchange?"

   Junkman was stunned.

  Irena was also stunned, staring at this cute newcomer.

  Fuck!

   This is too special punishment, right? !

   (end of this chapter)

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