This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 360: This is a valuable mission prop
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The east gate of Boulder City.
Beside the unloading point of the trading post, boxes and bundles of goods were piled into a hill.
Standing next to a pile of grains, the bare-chested loader threw the dirty rag over his shoulder, reached out and pushed the strong sack, with surprise in his eyes.
"Is this the batch from yesterday?"
Henry still remembers it clearly.
Yesterday morning, he had just unloaded the goods from the back of the two-headed ox, but he did not expect to have to put them back again so soon.
The worker on the side bared his teeth and said.
"Yes, the millet shipped from the farms in the south smells as good as freshly dried clothes."
After entering June, the weather here is really getting hotter and hotter. It would be great if I could have a bottle of ice-cold Nuka-Cola.
But with their income, they can't afford that kind of luxury.
"Where are these goods going to be transported?" A tanned boy came over and asked curiously.
Henry remembered his name, which seemed to be Hang. He lived in a nearby slum. He didn't know whether he was thirteen or twelve years old, but he was still young.
The trading post is different from other places. Many employees here come from the slums outside the giant wall.
I heard that these people want a lower salary than them. One chip and two spoons of sticky nutritional paste every day is enough.
To be honest, Henry dislikes these slum children because there are always some people who are willing to tolerate lower living standards, causing their wages to drop again and again.
One chip may be enough for him to live alone, but he has a large family to support!
"Send it to our neighbor." Henry said coldly.
The stevedores on the side couldn't help but complain.
"Damn... there is so much food, why don't those profiteers refuse to sell it to us cheaper?"
If a kilogram of bread only costs one chip, they can still afford it, but usually it is only enough to buy a piece of green wheat cake that is as hard as a stone.
At this time, the steward of the trading station came from the side. He happened to hear the complaints of these poor people and rolled his eyes without thinking.
"What the **** are you daydreaming about!"
"Do you expect the food grown in the ground to be as cheap as the nutritious cream? Stop talking nonsense and get to work quickly. If you don't work hard, you won't even be able to afford the nutritious cream!"
Under the urging of the steward, the stevedores who had gathered together to complain quickly dispersed and immersed themselves in their work without daring to say anything more.
Although I am full of resentment and dissatisfaction, it is not easy to find a job these days. If you are fired, the whole family will have to suffer from hunger...
……
It’s not just food that needs to be moved.
There are also bales of cotton cloth, parts and implements needed for construction, as well as lighting equipment and generators.
The total value of these goods is as high as 500,000 chips and the weight is 450 tons.
If we can transport this 10 times a month, the trade volume will be 5 million, which will be 60 million in a year.
If shipping costs are also included, 200 million chips are actually not that easy to spend...
At the same time, not far from the trading post, several heavily armed players also completed their assembly.
Lao Bai, who was wearing an exoskeleton and carrying a rifle, glanced in the direction of the slum.
It was calm there.
The faces with dull eyes were ordinary, and it was completely impossible to tell that a murder had occurred here a few days ago.
I couldn't feel it at all, someone was looking at me with ill intentions.
Lao Bai breathed a sigh of relief.
As he expected, the Dagger Gang didn't dare to trouble them at all.
Their alliance is very young, and its size is not comparable to that of Boulder City, which has led the way for two hundred years, nor can it compare to the military industry giants and city lords who ride on top of the giant wall.
But compared to just a few predator gangs, they are still an elephant.
The two sides are not in the same dimension at all.
The other party naturally knew this and would not come to trouble him for the life of a younger brother.
Of course, it's possible that I'm overthinking it, or maybe it's just that there's no follow-up to that plot in the game program.
While Lao Bai was thinking wildly, a security NPC from the office came over, stopped in front of him and said.
"The trading post is loading the goods, we have to wait a while."
Lao Bai was not very good at Chinese language, so he just nodded and answered concisely.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt to wait a while."
The trading station not far away is busy at the moment.
The bare-chested loaders shuttled back and forth between the material pile and the camel team, carrying the goods onto the backs of the two-headed oxen and tying them up.
This kind of cow with two heads has a docile temperament and a strong body. One head weighs five to six hundred kilograms. The mutant species can even reach an astonishing one ton, as big as a hippopotamus.
The most important thing is that these animals are not picky about food, have iron stomachs comparable to mutant hyenas, and grow relatively quickly, so they are widely used as transportation in the wasteland.
Where tires and tracks cannot go, they can walk on flat ground.
Although it is not fast, it is stable enough and can even be used as a cover during a fight.
Players are not surprised by creatures like the two-headed cow. They are raised in the Frostspear Ranch in the northern suburbs.
However, what surprised the players was that the two-headed cow they saw this time was different from before. Not only was it bigger, but it also had a metal instrument on its body.
Looks like an exoskeleton.
"Holy shit... even the cows have exoskeletons?" Sha Dian said with surprise as he looked at the camel team not far away.
The dog brother standing aside followed his line of sight, stared at the cows for a while and then said.
"That's an unpowered exoskeleton."
"What is a non-powered exoskeleton?" Sha Dagger asked curiously.
The kidney fighter on the side explained.
“There is no power supply or motor. It functions like a cart with wheels, allowing you to unload part of the weight of the goods on the ground.”
"Then why not just build a mechanical bull?"
Brother Dog rolled his eyes.
"We might as well just use rockets to transport it."
Kidney Fighter said casually: "Because the transportation cost of a mechanical bull is not just a handful of miles per hundred kilometers. Wearing parts have to be replaced, and the engine oil must be applied regularly... I guess."
This statement is acceptable to Sha Dagger.
However, equipping a two-headed cow with a non-powered exoskeleton can be regarded as taking the concept of making the best use of everything to its extreme.
Loading didn't take long.
Lao Bai raised his arm and took a look, only to see a line of pop-up windows appear on the VM screen.
The **** mission begins.
They need to deliver the goods to the northern suburbs within 48 hours and ensure the safety of personnel and materials.
"The goods have been loaded."
"Where is Fang Chang?" Sha Dian glanced around and found that someone was missing.
Lao Bai said casually: "He has something to do and will stay here for a while. Let's get on our way first."
Brother Dog howled.
"Damn, this guy is eating alone again!"
"That's right! I've been acting alone every day for the past few days, and I must be doing bad things!"
Hearing the complaints from his teammates, Lao Bai smiled heartily.
"Ignore him, he has his own affairs to deal with, and he will come back naturally after he handles them."
Looking at the camel team behind him, he waved his hand forward neatly.
"Let's go!"
The team begins to set off.
Escorting more than two hundred two-headed oxen and hundreds of tons of supplies, the group embarked on a majestic journey to the northern suburbs under the watchful eyes of visitors to the wasteland.
The people escorting the caravan were not only a few players from the Burning Corps, but also two local mercenary groups from Boulder City, totaling more than a hundred people.
For such a caravan, usually plunderers would stay away when they see it.
Don't even come close to test me, these bullies don't even dare to look here.
I heard that the New Alliance also plans to renovate the subway tunnel from Boulder City to the northern suburbs and seal all intersections, which can shorten the original two-day journey to one day.
If cables are laid and several trams are arranged to run back and forth in the tunnel, maybe two or three hours will be enough for a trip!
Originally, the straight-line distance from Boulder City to Beit Street was only ten kilometers, and the extension to Linghu Wetland Park was only fourteen or five kilometers.
However, this project has not been finalized yet.
The City Hall of Boulder City is not willing to pay this money, and the reason Dulong gave is quite good. They cannot spend the tax money of the people in the outer city outside the giant wall.
Although the New Alliance stated that it can build the tunnel itself and be responsible for its operation, the cost of such a huge project is astronomical.
Given the current financial situation of the New Alliance, it simply cannot afford it and can only borrow money from the Bank of Boulder City.
Although President Malvern said that he hopes the new alliance will borrow another 100 million points, he has just thrown out the two billion and has not seen any results. He is also a little worried in his heart and plans to see the results first.
Chu Guang did not rush.
It takes a long time to collect wool.
The most perfect situation is that after the first borrowed chips are spent, Boulder City will usher in the first round of inflation, and the prices of "commodities" priced with chips begin to soar.
But if the other party's production capacity is excessively overdrawn, it will not be his debt that shrinks, but the money he just borrowed...
……
To the northwest of Shuguang City, here is the granary in the northern suburbs.
Standing next to the towering mill, Chu Guang was inspecting the situation in the fields accompanied by old Charlie.
After a series of reforms and personnel changes, Charlie has resigned from the Trade Union and been transferred to the Union Ministry of Economic Affairs as Minister.
The vacant position of president of the Merchant Guild will be filled by the former head of the trading post.
This is also the advice of old Charlie himself.
The staff of the trading post often deal with traders in the wasteland, especially the managers who have been promoted from the grassroots level. They are not only familiar with the nature and transaction process of those wasteland travelers, but also handle the relationship with those wasteland travelers. It will be even more convenient.
It is only fitting that the top leader of the trading post should manage the Merchant Guild!
The Merchant Guild mainly serves players, but not only players.
This organization is more like a service department, serving as a bridge between players and NPCs in the trade field.
The Ministry of Economic Affairs is more responsible for the formulation of macro strategies and serves the entire alliance, which is of greater significance.
Although there is currently only one office and all the staff can be counted on one hand, in the future this department will play an increasingly important role in the alliance.
The alliance management reform has finally been completed, and Chu Guang has rarely been free recently.
When he is not too busy, he likes to walk around the farm, relax, and see how the crops are growing in the fields.
Sometimes he comes alone, and occasionally he brings others with him.
The most spectacular thing is probably the rice field. The crops in the field are growing very gratifyingly, and the thick dark green seedlings have already sprouted little bits of bright yellow.
With improved seeds cultivated by CNC planting towers, combined with fertilizers produced by chemical plants, and hard-working young players and survivors, the harvest in the fields this year will surely be quite gratifying.
Maybe the yield per mu in the first year will exceed a thousand pounds!
At present, the cultivated land area of the New Alliance has increased from 30,000 acres to 40,000 acres, more than half of which is high-yielding corn and rice.
Wait another two months.
By August, the food produced from this fertile soil will fill the alliance’s granary!
Looking at the endless farmland, Chu Guang couldn't help but have an old father's smile on his face.
Great!
But...
This alone is obviously not enough.
"...I originally thought that the originally planned 30,000 acres was completely enough, but I didn't expect that the plan still couldn't keep up with the changes."
The ideal situation is that 1 to 2 acres of land can feed one survivor, and 3 acres of land can feed one player.
Based on the population of Shuguang City, the 30,000 acres planned by Chuguang in the early stages would be enough.
What's more, in the "Forging Swords into Plowshares" expansion pack, the players actually cultivated 5,000 acres more land than he actually planned.
In Chu Guang's vision, the food produced from these lands can not only fill the stomachs of the residents of the new alliance, but also make them a lot richer.
However, he could not have imagined it at the beginning of the year. By the middle of the year, the permanent population of the new alliance had doubled several times, from 3,000 to nearly 30,000...
This does not include super-eating players and the more than 20,000 slaves in prisoner-of-war camps.
Due to the violent fluctuations in population, the new alliance's granary is like Schrödinger's cat, constantly switching back and forth between enough and not enough.
"Our population is indeed growing a bit faster...the growth rate far exceeds our cultivated land area." Following Chu Guang, old Charlie also had a bit of worry in his eyes.
Of course having more people is a good thing. In the wasteland, population itself is a valuable asset.
However, this is also a double-edged sword.
Only when a person has enough to eat can he have the strength to work, when he has clothes to wear can he know his integrity, when he has a house to sleep in can he be loyal, and only when he has formed a family can he think about the future of the next generation.
If the rapidly growing demand cannot be filled, the excess population will become a burden.
"There is no way, we can't leave those people alone." Looking at the survivors working in the fields in the distance, Chu Guangyan replied concisely and concisely.
He lived in Beit Street for a short period of time.
To him, the survivors were living people, not just numbers.
It is precisely because of this that so many people are willing to offer their loyalty to the alliance from the bottom of their hearts.
In fact, if you think optimistically, there are still many ways.
He has many cards in his hand that he can use.
"... Thirty-five thousand acres of cultivated land is far from enough. We need to cultivate more farmland. Before the sowing of winter wheat begins, we must ensure that the cultivated land area is expanded to 50,000 acres, and it will reach 100,000 acres before spring plowing next year. ."
After thinking for a moment, Chu Guang continued.
"In addition, we have to mobilize prisoners of war to reclaim the land from the east of Xizhou Lake to the south bank of Tianshui. Although the terrain there is a bit rugged, it is better because of the fertile soil. When the embankment on the east bank of Xizhou Lake is completed, we can It shouldn’t be a big problem if we get 100,000 acres of cultivated land.”
"Until we can fully achieve self-sufficiency in food, we can only try our best to import from farmers in the south. As for trade issues, you and the Ministry of Trade and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs need to pay more attention."
Old Charlie nodded seriously.
"I'll keep an eye out."
Fortunately, the industrial products of the New Alliance are quite popular in the south.
Especially the LD-47 series rifles and various large-caliber weapons are perfect for dealing with mutants active in Jinchuan Province.
Those green-skinned muscle guys have strong resilience and fierce close combat capabilities. They can take a few shots like no one else, but even so, they cannot withstand the strafing of 7mm full-power bullets and the 20mm high-explosive bullets fired by "lances".
Recently, many farmers have sent their servants over, wanting to purchase some propeller planes to go back to.
However, flying this kind of aircraft requires certain skills.
The farmers' plan was to send a group of loyal servants to learn how to fly the plane back directly.
Of course, they will use food to pay for school fees.
The profit from selling a plane is much higher than selling a rifle. Although it is a propeller plane, it can still fly.
It is not a problem to return one plane with food rations for one or two thousand people.
After talking about his future plans, Chu Guang looked at old Charlie and continued with a smile.
"Tell me something happy."
"This morning, Luca and I had a phone call and said that the materials we spent 500,000 chips to import have been shipped. This includes the food we need, cotton cloth, equipment needed to build the power grid, and construction tools, etc. ."
"Two days later, he will arrive in the northern suburbs together with these 450 tons of supplies. After that, a large amount of new supplies will be delivered to us every three days."
"With these goods, our construction site in Dawn City will be more effective with less effort. Maybe in less than two years, before the end of this year, our new settlement will be on the right track!"
Looking at the manager with a happy face, although old Charlie also squeezed a smile from his face, the smile was somewhat dumbfounding.
Is this good news?
500,000 chips...
In just one day, they spent the life savings of five old leeches.
All this money must be paid back...
……
Boulder City.
Mansion near the inner city.
Sitting on a luxurious chair, Alyssa stretched out her green-white index finger and gently teased the black short-haired cat lying in her arms.
Listening to the coquettish purring of the cat in my arms, the slightly curled eyelashes curved into a soft crescent moon.
Beside her chair stood two bodyguards and a servant.
The eyes of one of the bodyguards were rotating with metallic electronic eyes, staring intently at the strange guest in the room.
Although he was stared at by three pairs of eyes, Fang Chang didn't pay attention.
NPC.
When the plot is triggered, isn’t it normal to pay attention to the player?
What concerned him more was the girl sitting on the chair.
She was wearing a long dress that looked very expensive at first glance, and her dark brown hair was **** delicately, exposing her white neck.
Unlike Dolly, she has an indescribable temperament, as if she doesn't belong to this world.
If you think about it carefully, it’s not surprising.
After all, standing in this mansion, no matter which window you look out from, you can't see the slightest bit of wasteland scenery.
Looking at the girl sitting on the chair, Fang Chang couldn't help but sigh. The game production team should really add two more chicken drumsticks to the modeler's lunch.
Integrating three completely different artistic styles into the same map, scene switching brings strong visual contrast without any violation.
What is the ninth art?
This is called the ninth art, okay!
"Thank you, Mr. Mercenary."
"I thought I would never see my little black again."
The pleasant voice brought Fang Chang back to reality. After regaining consciousness, he looked away and replied politely.
"You're welcome. It's my honor to make you worry."
Recently, he has become more and more proficient in human couplets. In line with the principle of speaking more when he can speak, he said a few more sentences.
However——
Maybe my expression is not accurate enough, or there is something wrong with my grammar.
The bodyguards and servants next to the NPC named Alyssa looked at him dumbfounded.
Alyssa was obviously stunned.
But the girl who came back to her senses just smiled uncontrollably, then blinked and said in that sweet and sweet voice.
"Maybe you want to express something else."
"Anyway, thanks to your help, I can get Xiao Hei back."
Two days ago, when the little-known small newspaper found her, Alyssa didn't actually hold out much hope.
What she didn't expect was that they actually found the lost Xiao Hei.
Out of curiosity, she asked her servant to bring the mercenary to her.
Not quite as expected.
She originally thought that the mercenaries were all rough men with beards and more scars than wrinkles, but she did not expect that the person who came in was a young man who looked gentle and polite.
After staring at Fang Chang for a while, Alyssa asked with interest.
"Can you tell me how you did it?"
Fang Chang's expression was a little subtle.
Of course he couldn't tell. He spent 200 silver coins to ask a certain fat mouse for help before he found this stupid cat jumping up and down halfway up the giant wall.
Of course, it’s not all the fault of the brother who made things difficult for him. Dolly also helped him a lot in the past two days.
The black briquette-like kitten was a little afraid of him for some reason, but not so afraid of Dolly.
Is it because of the engine oil smell?
In any case, the commission personally entrusted to him by the head of the alliance office was finally completed.
The total reward is 25 chips.
Regardless of contribution points and regional reputation, he still lost a bit from the perspective of monetary amount.
"It's a long story..."
"...It seems that it is a secret that is not convenient to reveal, so I won't ask."
Alyssa didn't ask any further questions. She comforted the cat in her arms for a while and then gently put it aside.
Looking at the man standing in front of her again, she suddenly winked playfully.
"In exchange, can you tell me about the world beyond the giant wall?"
"Beyond the giant wall..."
Fang Chang was a little confused and showed a troubled expression, "This range is too big, where should I start?"
Alyssa said.
"Just tell your story. For example...where are you from?"
"Northern suburbs." Fang Chang said truthfully.
Hearing this answer, Alyssa had a look of surprise in her eyes.
"Are you a resident of the northern suburbs?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"Well, it's nothing, it's just that I always hear my father talking about that place recently."
Alyssa shook her head slightly, with obvious curiosity in her eyes, "Can you tell me what kind of place it is?"
"It's hard to describe. If I were to evaluate it, it's not a wealthy place, but it's a place full of hope..."
Fang Chang organized his thoughts for a moment and briefly described the situation there with a limited vocabulary.
He originally thought that this girl would not be interested, but he did not expect that she listened surprisingly seriously.
After about ten minutes, Alyssa closed her eyes and thought for a while, then a smile suddenly appeared on her face.
"Thank you for chatting with me for so long."
"You're welcome... By the way, could you please write a thank-you note?" Fang Chang quickly added as he suddenly remembered what the NPC named Hal had asked him to do.
What a risk.
I almost forgot about the real thing.
"No problem, I've already written it." Alyssa smiled and nodded to the servant beside her.
The slightly old servant stepped forward, took a letter from his arms and handed it to Fang Chang.
Fang Chang took the letter from his hand and politely declined the invitation for afternoon tea. After thanking him, he left the luxurious mansion under the "escort" of two guards.
After turning two streets, he saw Dolly with her arms folded under a street lamp.
This little girl with short green hair is kicking the bottle caps on the ground with her toes to pass the boring time.
Seeing Fang Chang coming from the corner of the street, she immediately stopped her movements, went up to him and asked.
"Did you give Xiao Hei to her?"
"Well, it took only half a day to develop feelings?" Fang Chang looked at her and said teasingly.
Dolly raised her eyebrows.
"How is it possible? I...just asked casually."
Fang Chang said with a chuckle.
"I believe it."
He could feel that this little girl actually liked that clingy little black one.
But she also knew in her heart that it was someone else's pet after all. Not to mention that she can't even take care of herself. That kind of picky eating animal will only suffer if she follows her.
"Hello."
"What's wrong?"
"Is that bank president's daughter pretty?" Dolly asked curiously.
Fang Chang replied casually.
"Very pretty, a dignified and elegant girl."
Dolly moved the tip of her nose. It seemed that her curiosity was satisfied, but her expression was quite intriguing.
"...Speaking of which, are you also interested in the commission of 25 chips?"
"The chips are not my goal, what I need is this letter." Fang Chang gently shook the envelope between his fingertips and put it back in his pocket.
25 chips are only part of the mission reward.
If it was just for money, he would not accept this commission at all.
But explaining this to the NPC is too troublesome.
It’s not that no one has tried it, it’s just that they don’t even understand what a game is. It would be too rude to say that your world is just a “game”.
Perhaps this is part of the setting.
"Letter?"
"Well, a valuable mission prop."
"...?"
Without explaining to the confused Dolly, Fang Chang took her straight to the newspaper office.
Give this letter to the NPC Hal in the newspaper office, and the task will be completed.
Although I don’t know what the new NPC named Hal is used for, there is nothing wrong with brushing up his favorability.
Looking at Fang Chang who was in a happy mood, Dolly, who was following him, had a complicated expression on her face.
She still didn't understand why the man in front of her, who could casually take out more than 50,000 chips, was interested in a commission of only 25 chips.
Do you like cats?
It doesn't look like it.
Still...
He wants to get close to the daughter of the president of the Bank of Boulder City through Xiao Hei, become Mr. Malvern's son-in-law, and then jump into the wealthy family.
Thinking of this, the expression on Dolly's face was no longer complicated, but contemptuous.
She snorted and sneered.
"...I really know how to dream."
"Huh? What did you just say?"
"Nothing."
After saying this, Dolly turned her face to one side. This time it was Fang Chang's turn to be confused.
The two came to the newspaper office.
The room was noisy, and every face had dark circles under its eyes, but everyone was very motivated.
Even excited.
After hearing Hal’s plan, the alliance’s top management immediately approved a monthly budget of 200,000 chips.
200,000 chips!
And it’s every month!
When they heard the news, the editors who had worked under Mr. House were so excited that they almost forgot to breathe.
"The Sound of Rock City" never makes this much money in a year!
And their boss is actually willing to spend such a huge sum of money every month and continue to sponsor their business without seeing any return.
With this money, they can do a lot of things!
While everyone in the newspaper office was discussing the next plan, the office door opened.
Looking at Fang Chang coming back with a thank-you letter in his hand, Hal's face immediately showed an overjoyed expression and he took the letter.
"Great, you are finally back, my friend! We are discussing the layout of the next issue, and it comes at the right time!"
"I actually don't quite understand. Does finding the bank president's daughter's cat... have anything to do with your newspaper?" Fang Chang couldn't help but asked curiously, looking at Hal holding the envelope in his hand as if he had found a treasure.
Before Hal could speak, the editor on the side spoke for him with excitement.
"We plan to dedicate a page in the newspaper to publishing commissions. How to attract those in need to write to us? The best way is of course to let them see the effect."
Another bald editor also came over and said.
"Yes, and I'm sure that those mercenaries who have never been interested in reading newspapers will start buying our newspapers from now on!"
"How about we open a "Mercenary Newspaper"?" an editor interjected.
Hal's eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers.
"This is a good idea!"
Fang Chang coughed dryly.
"If you ask me...you might as well serialize the novel in the newspaper, update 500 words every three days, and stop at the most critical point every day. I can guarantee that your newspaper will sell out."
Hearing these words, Hal was stunned for a few seconds.
Suddenly, he reacted suddenly, and an expression of ecstasy appeared on his face.
"This is a great idea! My friend, how about you come to work at the newspaper?"
"I don't have to..." Fang Chang coughed dryly, and he suddenly felt that he had a bad idea.
But...
He is actually quite curious about what the novels serialized by NPCs will look like.
At this moment, Fang Chang's eyes suddenly fell on the advertisement for reporters nearby, and he couldn't help but feel a slight movement in his heart.
"Are you short of people here?"
Hal, who had just shown a disappointed expression, saw that Fang Chang had changed his mind and immediately nodded excitedly.
"Of course, we are short of reporters, we are short of editors, we are short of everything... It would be great if you were willing to help us!"
"Ahem, I'm not qualified for this business, but I can recommend an expert to you. There is nothing in the entire Boulder City that she doesn't know, and even if she doesn't know, I believe she must have a way to know... …”
Having said this, Fang Chang looked at the short-haired girl at the door of the office with her arms folded and a look of nothing on her face.
"What do you think of her?"
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(Thanks to the leader of "orzmeow" for the reward!!!)