This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 367: Invitation from the manager of Vault 101

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"That's all?"

Looking dumbly at the production equipment in front of him, Hedin had confusion and confusion on his face.

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 flour cake are finally formed.

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

Is this gone?

"These pancakes are rarely bought by the residents of the shelter. We usually sell them to the mercenaries in Boulder City and the caravans there. Especially the caravans, they usually purchase in large quantities, one or two at a time. Ten boxes of it. Not only do they eat it on the road, but they also sell the uneaten food to local vendors as trading items."

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

He is the director of an instant noodle factory.

Taking this businessman from Ideal City to visit the alliance's instant noodle factory was a task personally assigned to him by the manager.

As one of the "star companies" alongside Nuka-Cola, this factory controlled by Sanctuary has created a large amount of foreign exchange income for the alliance.

Wang Yan doesn't understand why managers want to show others the technology for producing instant noodles, but this is not something he should worry about.

What he couldn't figure out was why merchants from that legendary paradise-like ideal city would be interested in their factory here?

What about the reserve of “civilized people”?

What a hell.

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

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

Wang Yan was stunned for a moment, nodded, and then shook his head.

"No, no, that's all the equipment. Does adding other things, salt and water, count?"

Hedin looked at him blankly.

He originally thought that the magical pancake was produced through some very complicated process, and even considered that it might be made from a black box, but he did not expect that the production process and the raw materials used were so simple.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is really no need to add anything else.

After carbohydrates are fried, they are dehydrated. The high osmotic pressure of heavy oil and salt makes it almost impossible for microorganisms to survive. As long as it is sealed with plastic to isolate the oxygen and moisture in the air, it can easily prevent food from deteriorating

However, what confused Hedin was.

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

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

"How long can these produced noodles be kept?"

Wang Yan said immediately.

"If it's packaged in plastic, it can be stored for six months. It can be eaten after six months, but the taste won't be as good."

In fact, he didn't know if it could be stored for six months. After all, their production line was put into operation only two months ago.

The real sales are 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 mind.

For most merchants, the time period for a trip to the courtyard will not exceed this number. After all, it takes too long to walk on the road, which will be very expensive both in terms of economic cost and time cost.

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

After all, this thing is not used as a food reserve, but as a kind of prepared food that is easy to carry and cook, and is cheap.

It doesn't even have to be healthy.

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

This is much more delicious than those freeze-dried vegetables!

Or you can combine the two and package instant noodles and freeze-dried vegetables together.

Thinking of this, Hedin looked at the pieces of golden dough waiting to be packaged in plastic, his eyes filled with fire.

In his eyes, the pieces of dough seemed to have turned into piles of banknotes!

Hedin can't wait.

He can’t wait to fly back to Yunjian Province now to launch his grand business plan!

While Heding was dreaming about how to make a lot of money in Yunjian Province with these instant noodles, Chu Guang was sitting on the train heading to Xizhou City.

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

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

Moreover, after all, it was him who made the presumptuous request first.

For the 3,500 closed beta qualifications, he had no choice but to go there in person.

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

Copper ore was piled up into hills, and people were walking back and forth in front of the station.

There are merchants who come here from Dawn City to inspect the market and purchase ores, and there are also players who go into the forest with VMs and rifles.

Looking at the busy station, Chu Guang was slightly lost in thought.

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

Now, this place has become a well-known copper ore production base, and even Shuguang City has also benefited from it, becoming the largest copper and molybdenum ore trading center in the southern part of the River Valley Province.

They built the railroad.

We also plan to build another power grid.

Integrate the power systems of Dawn City and Dawn City into one, and when the controllable fusion reactor is ignited, an even greater miracle will be born on this land where the fire is extinguished.

“The changes here are quite big.”

Jiu Li, 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 just things.

There are others.

A year ago, this burly man was not called "Jiuli", but only had the character "Li".

In order to avoid the war scourge of the Bone Chewing Tribe, he fled with his tribe to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

At that time, half out of a playful mentality and half out of consideration for the actual survival needs, the shelter must unite all the wastelanders who could be united, so Chu Guang gave him a name that sounded more domineering. , and made him the manager of the refugee camp, responsible for the resettlement of refugees who defected to the alliance from elsewhere.

Jiuli did not disappoint Chu Guang's expectations. He cooperated with Luca, the then head of Jiujiu Farm, and used limited supplies to manage the refugee camp in an orderly manner, which effectively balanced the conflicts between different ethnic groups.

Although small frictions occasionally occur, there have never been any major problems.

After more than half a year of experience, he no longer had the aggressive and aggressive attitude in his body at the beginning, and was replaced by calmness.

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

The survivors of Dawn City need a leader who can sympathize with the suffering of the refugees and who has 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 alliance to exist.

The original management of Hope Town was obviously unsuitable. Both Wu Chengyi, who had served as the mayor, and Yang Duo, who was in charge of the warehouse, were more suitable to perform specific tasks.

As for Ma Ban, who parachuted into Xizhou City, his appointment was of a critical nature, and he was more responsible for taking over Hope Town.

As for construction work, experience is still lacking.

In his work report, he also made it clear that he was unable to cope with the difficulties faced by nearly 30,000 survivors who needed resettlement.

Chu Guang planned to transfer him back to Shuguang City to take over Jiuli's job and serve as the person in charge of the refugee camp as a talent reserve for the third survivor settlement.

Looking at Jiuli sitting opposite, Chu Guang gave serious instructions.

"You need to strengthen the relationship between us and the local survivors. I have only one request from you, which is to keep the bowl of water flat."

"Just as the laws of the alliance are stipulated, they shall be implemented."

Jiuli looked solemn and said solemnly.

"Yes! Sir."

The train arrives at the station.

Different from Dawn City, Dawn City's station only has a standing wooden board as a stop sign.

In addition to the piles of materials, there are mud crushed by rain and incompletely demolished concrete debris everywhere.

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

Everything here is broken.

However, what is commendable is that the outline of a settlement can be seen to the east of the trench. After completing the construction of the drainage system, the survivors began pouring cement into the foundation in preparation for building Auroville streets and sheltered houses.

Taking into account the limited land resources, the residences in Dawn City will be mainly medium-density five-story apartments, supplemented by detached cottages.

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

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

"Dear Administrator, Dawn City welcomes you!" Ma Ban said respectfully while standing next to the wooden sign at the station.

Standing next to him were Wu Chengyi, Yang Duo and other leaders of the former Xizhou City resistance organization and Hope Town.

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

Chu Guang nodded, indicating to everyone that there was no need to be polite.

"I am here mainly to deal with matters related to Camp 101. You can just work at your own pace. There is no need to welcome me with a big fanfare."

As he spoke, Chu Guang turned his attention to Jiuli who was standing aside. After giving a brief introduction to his identity and work, he handed the place over to him.

Chu Guang himself walked to the military camp directly opposite Dawn City.

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

At the same time, the fuel rod that the alliance had previously seized from Jin Ya was also kept in this military camp, and Yin Fang was responsible for the restoration work.

Half a month has passed since that day.

Chu Guang heard from Yin Fang on the phone two days ago that there was progress, and he happened to stop by to take a look.

Following the soldiers of the Second Corps, Chu Guang came to the warehouse where the fuel rods were stored. This building is easily identifiable as it is the only concrete building in the entire military camp.

The other camps are far away from here.

Although controllable fusion is theoretically very safe, even if things like helium-3 are leaked, there will be no safety risks, and just one fuel rod cannot start the energy-consuming fusion reaction, but people still instinctively I want to stay away from this thing.

Looking at the two nervous soldiers beside him, Chu Guang smiled and said.

"Don't be so nervous. How about you go back first and just send me here."

Hearing Chu Guang's words, the two of them obviously misunderstood what he meant. One of the soldiers straightened his back and said seriously.

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

His idea is simple.

If an accident happens, at least get the manager out.

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

The soldier hesitated.

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

"Yes!"

Chu Guang opened the door and walked in without stopping at the door.

I saw the assembled fuel rods standing in the middle of the room filled with parts.

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

Hearing the movement from the door, he turned his face and glanced sideways, an expression of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"What wind brings you here?"

"I just happened to be passing by and came to see how your research was going." With a smile on his face, Chu Guang cast an appreciative look at the fuel rod in the center of the room, "It looks like you've got it done. ."

Yin Fang raised his eyebrows proudly.

"Yes, as you can see. Although the idiot almost dismantled the fuel rods, fortunately the parts can still be found. You came at the right time. I just put all the parts back yesterday. Today you It’s coming.”

From his beaming expression, Chu Guang could tell that he was also very satisfied with the masterpiece he had completed in the past half month.

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

"I checked again today and basically eliminated the hardware and software faults. Now I'm just waiting for the reactor to be repaired and I can plug this thing in at any time. How are you communicating with the engineers at Camp 101? ?"

Chu Guang smiled and nodded.

"They are already preparing for this work. As expected, the reactor should be able to restart soon after the power grid of Dawn City is completed."

Chu Guang had communicated this matter with Horn, the mayor of Camp 101, a long time ago.

When the alliance's aid team first arrived at Camp 101, they had already dispatched engineers, and with the help of 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.

Whether it was the war two hundred years ago or the war two months ago, the reactor was not damaged at all. Just because it has been too long, some aging parts need to be replaced.

Chu Guang is not too anxious about this matter.

After all, not to mention the power grid, Dawn City has not built many houses, and only a few factories have been moved there.

It would be good to be able to complete the construction of the power grid and the relocation plan for the industrial zone before the end of the year, and integrate the repaired reactor into the power grid.

"It seems 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 satisfied expression.

"I plan to go back to the shelter early tomorrow morning. Do you still have the samples you brought back from the city center?"

When he said this, he could not hide the excitement in his eyes.

A long time ago, he had been 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 behind by pre-war civilization!

A priceless treasure!

Not only are their structures well preserved, but even their "mode of operation" has been preserved in a biological form by slime molds.

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

Looking at Yin Fang’s fiery eyes, Chu Guang couldn’t help but smile.

"It's still sitting there. Heya only extracted the slime mold tissue from the evolved body, and the rest has not been touched."

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

"This is impossible!" Yin Fang shook his head and said without hesitation, "Shattered metal? Do you know what those things mean?"

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

"Recently, a group of corporate people came to the northern suburbs, and we got a set of OD-10 'Dragoon' power armor from them. Except for the obvious cracks on the left arm, the overall structure is intact, even the reactor and battery They are all intact——"

"Where is it!?"

Before he finished speaking, Yin Convenient interrupted him.

The fanatical gaze made Chu Guang stunned.

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

"Right in the shelter"

Before Chu Guang finished speaking, Yin Fang grabbed the coat on the table, put it on his body, and hurried towards the door of the warehouse.

"Fuel Rod, why don't you find someone to watch over you? Just lock the door and don't let those sloppy amateurs outside mess around!"

"I can't wait until tomorrow, I'm going back to the shelter now!"

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

Although he had expected that Yin Fang would be so excited when he heard the news that he would forget everything, this exaggerated reaction still exceeded his expectations.

A power armor that can be repaired is certainly valuable.

But

Is it that exaggerated?

When he walked to the warehouse door, Chu Guang glanced into the distance and found that the guy had disappeared and was probably going straight to the train station.

The two soldiers on duty at the door also looked in the direction of the military camp and whispered.

"I told you that thing had radiation"

"Look at that guy, he must have lost his mind."

The misunderstanding seems to be getting worse for strange reasons

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

Chu Guang coughed lightly.

Seeing the manager standing at the door, the two soldiers immediately closed the door, stood up straight, and pressed their hands tightly against the seams of their trousers.

Chu Guang simply gave instructions without blaming the two for deserting.

"Find someone to lock this door."

"No one is allowed to come near without my order."

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

"Yes!"

Just when Yin Fang transformed into a supervisor and urged the station staff to unload the goods quickly, a long queue formed at the entrance of Shuguang City No. 1 Hospital.

Most of the team is players.

In the eyes of the residents of the New Alliance, this is definitely a strange scene.

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

As for serious injuries and terminal illnesses that cannot be cured

It seemed to be cured after two or three days.

And this is indeed the case.

These players queuing up are not here for medical treatment, but for reconstructive surgery.

They cannot afford the high-end products produced by Ideal City, but some wealthy players can still afford the bionic prosthetics produced by Boulder City and worth thousands of chips.

Although Yin Fang has not been in the shelter for the past half month, he is not the only one who can perform prosthetic modification surgery.

For example, the surgeon from Vault 117 in the operating room.

Although he is a little older and his hands are shaking, he still has a resume as a biologist, has dissected many animal specimens, and has also received medical training.

After all, changing arms and legs is not about inserting a chip into the brain. These "simple" surgical operations are not difficult for him.

Although the surgical equipment purchased from Boulder City is not as professional as that of Vault 117, it does not affect its use.

Looking at the surgery applications that were refreshed one after another in the vm, the old man wearing a surgical hat sighed and couldn't help but complain.

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

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

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 if it is to improve combat effectiveness, this method of "self-mutilation" is too extreme.

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

The expression was even a little impatient.

That’s crazy!

"I hope you can take better care of your body. After all, it was given to you by your parents"

Seeing that he could not communicate 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.

The trash man wagging his tail looked enviously at the long queue of people and the good brothers who had put on new equipment.

"Why can't I change it?"

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

"Maybe the intelligence attribute is not enough?"

The garbage man immediately retorted.

"Damn! My intelligence is not low, okay!"

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

“%￥#!”

The Junk Jun is so angry that he is itching his teeth, but there is nothing he can do about it.

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

Standing next to Lao Na, a cute newbie named Gua Da looked at the endless stream of people at the hospital door, and a strange idea suddenly came to his mind.

"What about the replaced parts?"

Trash Lord smiled sadly and took the opportunity to say something insulting and go back.

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

"Go away," Irena rolled her eyes, "I admit that I may be more curious, but I will never eat that kind of thing, okay!"

"What a pity"

Gagada sighed suddenly.

"According to the game settings, people after level 10 can be regarded as awakened people. Awakened people should be pretty good, right?"

Irena glanced at him.

"What do you want to do? That thing is not suitable for baking-"

"Of course it's for money. It's a pity to roast it," Gaoda said with a regretful face. "After all, they are also parts of the Awakened One. The arms and hands, not to mention the eyes, liver, kidneys, etc., can I exchange some of them, right?" ”

Garbage Jun was stunned.

Irena was also stunned, staring at this cute newbie in stunned silence.

Holy shit!

Isn’t this too much of a punishment? !