This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 112: The NPC came to the players’ market to set up stalls?

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Fang Chang: "Unlock a new landmark in the north of the abandoned construction site, an abandoned department store, and there are a lot of eaters inside! We have basically cleared out the eaters on the first floor, but when entering the basement, the VM prompts the current area radiation index Exceeding the safety threshold. Well, let me be blunt, there are probably good things in the basement. Are there any physical players? We are just one physical player away."

Sisi: "Me, me, me!"

Tail: "Tail too! Well, I seem to be agile, but it doesn't matter, I can sneak attack! (｀ω′*)"

Fang Chang: "Sorry, I can't bring in new people. Let me talk about the requirements again. The physical attribute is 10 points, preferably more than 10 points."

Tail: "QAQ"

Irena: "My physique is LV4, my main attribute is exactly 10 points, and my talent... forget it, just pretend I don't have it. (Funny)"

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

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

Ye Shi: "You should find a way to get out of the shelter first. (Funny)"

Trash picking up level 99: "Gan!"

Teng Teng: "I got up at four o'clock in the middle of the night to watch the PPT. I almost forgot to go to work when I saw it. There are still a few things I don't understand. Wow, bald, this game is getting more and more difficult! ( T^T)"

There really are mosquitoes in WC: "Just ask if you don't understand. Goblins want to know if the PPT you are watching is serious?"

Fuji: "(*?ω?)?╰ひ╯"

There are really mosquitoes in WC: “(?Д?*)”

The official website is still calm today.

Except for a few guys arguing about which type of steel is better 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 friends and placed them on the next batch of lists.

No beeping, you can do it.

Wait until the Alpha0.6 version comes out and you can show your performance.

Actually, Chu Guang has always been curious. This Wasteland OL forum is so punished every day. How come it hasn't been blocked yet?

It has been more than a month since the official website was launched, and now it has almost exceeded 10,000 daily active users, and there are also a lot of people.

The kid named Ye Ao must have reported it frequently.

However, it is really useless at all.

“That’s outrageous.”

Including being able to deliver the helmet to the player's doorstep without anyone noticing. If this is something that black technology can do, then this technology is indeed outrageous.

It's like magic...

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

At this time, he suddenly thought of the "morphological field" mentioned in that recording.

"Xiaoqi."

Xiao Qi, who was charging, raised the camera.

"What's wrong, Master."

Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.

"Have you ever heard of morphogenic 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, Xiaoqi's archived information was all obtained from you." Xiaoqi's voice sounded a little helpless.

Okay.

Bai was happy.

But it’s irrelevant anyway.

Chu Guang leaned back in his chair, threw away the pen in his hand, picked up the mouse, played "Stars" in his inventory, and started a new round of sea watching.

……

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

The silver-white ball usually hovers quietly about 50 to 100 meters above the outpost, and no one will notice the small dot.

If necessary, it can also be deployed around the park. As long as it does not fly more than three kilometers away, the signal will be very good.

Through the VM device worn on his arm, Chu Guang only needs to swipe his index finger on the touch screen to drag the drone in the horizontal direction and redeploy it.

This feeling is almost like playing an RTS game from a God's perspective.

The only pity is that players all have their own ideas, and he cannot select the blue man on the screen for micro-control.

Otherwise it would be just like an RTS game.

It was so fun to peek at the screen. Chu Guang, who was holding the VM, dragged the drone to the entrance of No. 76 Street. OB players who were brushing their coins at the greenhouse ruins dragged the drone to the vicinity of the mutant tribe. , look at what those green-skinned muscle guys are busy with.

Well, it seems to be quite busy indeed.

A few more corpses were added to the entrance of the village, but the strange thing is that apart from the overt and covert sentries, these muscular guys were not seen coming out of the village.

Where did these corpses come from?

Did it come out of thin air?

It's a pity that mutants like to use wood as a dome inside their village, and there are still some rags and clothes hanging in the corridors. From a high altitude, you can't see what's going on inside.

Maybe?

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

It's not impossible.

It wasn't until the drone's power bottomed out and the automatic return was triggered that Chu Guang reluctantly put the VM away and returned control of the drone to Xiao Qi.

……

It's approaching dusk.

The market in front of the North Gate is very lively.

There are stalls selling barbecue, there are mushroom eating performances, there are also stalls selling clothes, knives, and even "goblin rocket launchers".

It has to be said that each of these players are talents. Even if the game itself does not provide much content, they can still create content and have fun playing it.

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

However, they were embarrassed to get too close.

Coupled with the fact that they were short of money and had no silver coins, they watched with envy for a while and then left quietly.

"The market for blue coats is so lively."

“The clothes they make are so beautiful, and the people are beautiful too.”

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

“They actually use charcoal to grill meat, what a luxury.”

"It would be great if I could do business with them..."

"Yes, children can't just drink milk. When they are older, they still need to eat some porridge or paste... Their potato chips are good, and they are bigger than what we see in the north."

"I don't know if they need part-time workers. There aren't many prey in winter. It would be nice if I could exchange my efforts for some money."

"I want to save money to buy an axe. Their ax seems to be stronger than ours. It is made of steel... I have only seen steel tools in large survivor strongholds."

Sitting in front of the fire in the center of the village, the refugees ate flatbreads, drank roasted camel milk, and whispered to each other, with envy on their faces.

Those blue coats did not need to build a very tall bonfire to stay warm like they did. Instead, they used small torches dipped in black tar to light up the entire camp.

Simply too rich!

But envy is envy.

The superiority and inferiority of status are engraved in DNA.

They are satisfied if they can have a place to stay next to the stronghold of a big force without being expelled.

At least life is quite satisfying right now.

Looking at the black smoke floating in the camp in the distance, Wu Tieaxu, who was sitting with his clansmen, fell into deep thought for a long time.

A night of silence.

The next morning.

Wu Tiexu went to the outpost alone. After asking for instructions from the guards on duty at the door, he met Chu Guang, who had just come up from the shelter.

"Dear Sir, I have something that I would like to ask for your help with!"

Again?

Chu Guang yawned.

"Seeds are not loaned out, so there is no need to discuss this matter."

Wu Tiexu looked embarrassed and explained with his head lowered.

"I was rude last time. This time I come to you, not for the seeds."

Chu Guang glanced at him curiously.

"Oh? You said."

Wu Tieaxe did not beat around the bush and said straightforwardly.

"My tribe would like to set up a stall at the market at your north gate. Please 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 this a stall? What do you want to trade?"

Wu Tieaxe continued.

"Some leather products, found parts, tools we made ourselves, and prey and the like...I use my head to assure you that my people will not cause trouble to you, we just want to change some Cereals and potatoes feed our children."

It’s okay to use your head as a guarantee.

General survivor settlements are actually very resistant to doing business with refugees. After all, it is usually difficult for these wandering people to come up with anything good, and no one likes barbaric stall owners.

But if you look at the problem from another angle...

Chu Guang thought for a moment.

With an idea in mind, 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 have set. For example, ensuring that business projects comply with public order and good customs, keeping the road in front of the stalls clean and tidy, not obstructing traffic, prohibiting private fights, and prohibiting forced purchases. Selling, prohibiting private trading of slaves, prohibiting the sale of addictive drugs, etc."

"In addition, operating stalls in our market must and can only use our legal currency. Any goods sold must also ensure quality. If a dispute occurs, everything shall be subject to the provisions of the terms and the outcome of arbitration. ”

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

Wu Tieaxe nodded respectfully.

"We are willing to accept it, my lord."

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

……

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

This was much earlier than Wu Tiaxu coming to the door.

As long as it is managed properly, appropriate trade exchanges can enhance the relationship between both parties.

The players got benefits, the natives got rations, and he stuffed the copper coins and silver coins into the pockets of the natives as a matter of course.

This wave is of course a win-win situation.

Maybe it should be called triple win?

After all, I won three times.

Evening.

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

Just when they were planning to set up a stall at the North Gate Market to do business, they were suddenly surprised to find that an NPC stall actually popped up at the North Gate?

Don’t all NPCs operate in the base?

Is it because the prosperity level has increased, triggering a hidden plot?

In front of the stall, two exotic NPC ladies wearing animal skins were sitting on the floor with a basin of charcoal for heating next to them.

Both of them are not very old, the elder is only in his early twenties, he behaves calmly, is quiet and rarely moves. The young man was about fifteen or sixty-seven years old, with a pair of big eyes blinking and looking around, full of curiosity about everything here.

The two are probably sisters.

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

A camel skin was placed in front of them. On the camel skin were placed some ornaments made of colorful stones, scrap parts, iron daggers, scabbards, gun holsters and other small items, as well as freshly slaughtered animals. Hyena meat.

And it’s still the best leg meat and tenderloin.

In addition, there are also some freshly squeezed milk placed in containers such as iron cans and aluminum cans. In short, there is everything on the stall.

Although players are not in short supply of prey, they are still full of curiosity about the NPCs that suddenly appear in the player trading market.

"Why is this NPC in our market?"

"So cute!"

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

"Gan! You all know this book, who will be banned?"

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

"!!!"

"The tail feels so big!"

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

Seeing the manager coming, the players immediately moved out of the way and waited with great interest to trigger the plot.

Chu Guang looked at the two of them and asked.

"What are your names."

Just as the older one was about to speak, the younger one straightened his arms and raised his hand enthusiastically to answer.

"My name is Qiuye!"

Chu Guang probably figured out the naming style of this tribe. He probably named it what he saw and what happened during his journey.

After all, it sounds more normal than Iron Ax.

"Where is your sister?"

"Autumn grass!"

"Pfft."

Chu Guang almost couldn't help but spray.

But I still held back.

"...a good name."

Secretly observing the expression on the manager's face, the elder 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, my sister is quite cute."

After asking so many questions, not buying anything seems stingy.

Chu Guang glanced at the things on the stall. Next to each product, according to the rules he set, Arabic numerals were written clearly on wooden tags.

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

Very good, these refugees are very obedient.

It's not as "evil" as the human-to-human transmission.

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

"Try the camel milk."

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

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

After saying that, Chu Guang took the plastic bottle and went to Yaya for appraisal.

The little girl wanted to catch up and explain clearly, but her sister, who was blushing and silent the whole time, held her back, shook her head at her, and whispered.

"We can't pass through that door, we can't run around in the market, and we can't contradict that adult, do you understand?"

"Everything here belongs to him, just give him whatever he wants."

Besides, they paid in a very obedient manner.

Although his tone may be harsh, he is a benevolent ruler.

The little girl looked aggrieved.

I obviously mean well, but I still have to be scolded by my sister.

"Okay."

As she said this, she was still panicking in her heart.

That is indeed not camel milk...

My sister smiled softly and touched her sister's head.

"Be good."

The players gathered around were discussing the plot just now. Although some versions were outrageous, they could still make a rough guess.

Especially when I saw the managers buying it, they followed suit one after another.

"Give me a dagger sheath!"

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

"The one just now is gone!"

"What is this fruit? It looks dark. Can it be eaten?"

"Whatever, just buy it and give it to Boss Crow to try it and you will know."