This Game is Too Real

Grey squirrel clothing store.

Two fast burning firewood stuffed in the fireplace and Schill wrapped in an old leather jacket were dozing off with his leather shoes on the moldy wooden table.

Since the end of September last year, business here has been deserted for nearly four months.

However, he was not worried that he would go bankrupt.

The same is true in previous years.

In winter, only rats will patronize his wardrobe, but it doesn't matter. As soon as winter passes, the streets outside will be full of people, and business here will soon get better.

Even predators who degenerate into primitive humans will find a pair of trousers to wear.

His shop opened at the gate of the market, which was the nearest to the main gate of boulder.

As long as you come to the market, you can see his sign at a glance.

Those clothes with two or three chips are the most popular. Even the workers in the factory next door can afford them. Some poor wasters will also consider them.

However, most of these clothes are not very particular about the source. Many of them are picked from the dead. They can even find sewn bullet holes and cut marks. They are cheap and don't even sew.

Guards of caravans or mercenaries from other places usually spend a lot of money. Leather jackets and jeans hung on shelves are prepared for them. Some come from garment factories in industrial areas or tailor shops.

After all, for these people who travel around, whether they will come here next year is a problem. No one will carry those plastic pieces in their pockets.

Before leaving, they will exchange chips for cigarettes, wine, bullets, even gold, silver or Legion dinars.

In addition, clothes are also a good choice.

As for now?

The winter is just over, and the streets are full of poor people looking for jobs. For him who opens the door to do business, it is naturally a time to recharge his energy.

Schill was embracing left and right in his dream, but at this time, a cold wind suddenly rolled through the crack of the door and woke him up.

"Welcome to Guanglin. Are you here to buy clothes?"

Schill narrowed his awake eyes and looked carefully at the five men who came in outside.

The first one was not old, 16 or 17, but he probably had been to the battlefield. He had a gunshot wound on his arm and a sharp edge on his childish face.

It's nothing. Who hasn't seen a gun here?

However, the latter four people are great. They have a unique smell of awakened people.

However, his face, which had never seen the world and looked left and right, somewhat undermined his stereotype of the awakened.

Seeing that the fire in the fireplace was out, night ten shouted idly.

"Boss, it's time to add firewood."

SIL was stunned for a moment and didn't understand the dialect from an unknown corner.

"What are you talking about?"

The man in front said immediately.

"He said your fireplace was out of fire."

"Don't remind me, I know... Firewood doesn't cost money. It's not outside the city." Schill muttered angrily, sat up straight from his chair, stared at the person who can communicate in front of him and said, "are you mercenaries? What are you going to buy? Cotton padded clothes? Leather jackets? Or... Want to buy a batch of cheap goods?"

Xu Shun did not explain, but looked at the men behind him who rolled up their sleeves - staring at VM to see "subtitles".

Schill's eyes narrowed slightly, but he recognized what was on these people's arms.

Just now I was distracted and didn't see that these people are actually blue coats?

How strange!

Those blue hamsters not only woke up, but also put on the clothes of waste Turks?

Don't their coats grow on them.

"We don't buy, we want to sell. I heard that clothes are needed here?" the square leader said a long string with his mother tongue in the couplet of kowtowing people.

The boss obviously didn't understand.

But Xu Shun, who often deals with players, understands. Combined with the translation projected on VM, he immediately smoothed out the grammar of Fang Chang's words and repeated them again.

After hearing this, Schill immediately frowned.

"Sell?"

"What are you doing here selling clothes? Isn't there a store for old clothes next door?"

Seeing that these people were not customers, Schill's expression suddenly cooled down and became impatient with the naked eye.

Dead people's clothes are weighed wholesale. He doesn't have a scale here.

"The price offered there is too low. We all agree that this is an insult to the art!" Xu Shun skillfully relayed the words of the leader, and this time even the indignant tone was imitated.

Schill sneered and said that a group of Hicks from outside could understand art.

He wanted to sneer and blow them out, but he suddenly thought of the VM carried by those people and pressed the idea down again.

Blue coat.

They're blue coats.

Schill's eyes rolled.

As we all know, people outside boulder are Hicks.

But this does not include the big businessmen from Yunjian province or the blue coats in the shelters.

Although the latter is a little stupid, any "civilized people" have to admit that they are a group of lucky people born in heaven.

Stretching out his wrinkled hand, Schill opened the drawer, took out the brass glasses from inside and hung them on the bridge of his nose.

"Let me see."

Xu Shun looked at Fang Chang, who removed his eyes from the intermittent subtitles, immediately took down the package in his hand and handed it to the most reliable NPC.

Xu Shun went to the counter and put the package on the table.

"See how much you can give."

When he untied the package, Schill reached inside and felt it. An expression of interest suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Devil's silk?!"

It turns out that the goods that appeared in the market a few days ago were sold by these people in front of us?

He had heard that as soon as the ten rolls of cloth appeared at the trade station, they were divided up by a group of quick eyed people.

Finally, he didn't know who had the devil's cloth. Anyway, many tailor shops were asking where the exquisite cloth came from.

But soon the excitement in his eyes faded.

"Clothes have been made? Are they all these? Don't you have that bundle of cloth?"

Xu Shun: "that's all."

"What a pity." with a regretful expression on his face, Schill sighed, "what a waste of good things."

Xu Shun frowned.

"Can't the clothes already made?"

"No matter how good the cloth is, it must be used in the right place," Schill shook his head. "Yes, devil silk is very rare and strong. It is good material whether it is used for luxurious clothes, ropes or protective equipment, but..."

With that, Schill stretched out his hand, pulled out a dress from the package, took it silently and shook it in front of Xu Shun.

"Can you explain to me what this is?"

The texture of white silk and smooth, and the carefully carved texture of skirt and cuffs, really have an unspeakable sense of dignity.

However, the problem is that the dress has only the front, the back is only sewn symbolically, and there are only a few ribbons on the back.

The skirt is long enough, but does it make sense?

Xu Shun was stunned. Before he spoke, the players watching subtitles behind him began to shout angrily.

"Shit! This steamed stuffed bun doesn't know the goods!"

"Yes! Such a beautiful dress!"

"Hey, I want to see the crows wear it once in my dream..."

"Don't think about it. Even the tail is impossible."

full dress???

Xu Shun answered hard.

"This is a dress..."

"There's too much leakage behind the back! Just a few ropes, which is different from not wearing them?" Schill sneered. "The nobles in the inner city don't like such exposed clothes, which will make them feel ashamed at the party!"

Xu Shun's expression is a little subtle.

honestly.

He also felt that the clothes were a little exposed.

Only the front one can really cover the upper body completely?

Not questioning the taste of the residents of these shelters, he just thought it would be perfect if he could cut off the piece of skirt and sew it on his back

"Maybe it's cultural differences," the mayor thought for a moment, touching his chin and frowning. "I feel that the atmosphere in the outer city is still relatively open, but maybe the people in the inner city will be more conservative."

The wind made a guess.

"Maybe the people in the inner city want to show the difference from the outer city?"

Fang Chang: "maybe."

Night ten sighed.

"Hey, little sister Teng has a bad start."

Lao Bai: "well, the clothes... Haven't been sold at the outpost?"

He didn't even watch people pass through the outpost.

The wind thought for a moment, nodded and said, "yes, I remember hanging this dress in the rattan hut for some time."

This game can't register trumpet, and it can't change gender. We know each other online, so we are unexpectedly reserved in the game.

For another game

I'm afraid it's already on the old man.

Night 10: "maybe it's too cold? It's really inappropriate to wear this thing in winter."

Gale: "there is heating in the shelter. Do you think this reason is justified?"

Night ten: "Er, OK."

The square long sighed.

"Well, now the most potential seed players have been eliminated. Ignoring the unreliable things, we still have four cards left... Er, three cards."

It seems that there is a reason why this dress can't be sold. Even the shame of players can't accept it. It's understandable that NPC can't accept it.

What a pity.

I hope little sister Teng won't be depressed.

Just as Yeshi was wondering how to tell rattan the bad news, the boss sitting behind the counter suddenly jumped out of his mouth.

"What is this?"

glove

Schill muttered and pulled a white stocking from the package.

After studying for a while, I probably haven't seen such long and straight socks, so I rolled up my sleeves and put them directly on my furry arms.

Four small players in the clothing store saw it, and almost no old blood came out.

"Lying trough!"

"Lao Tzu's eyes!"

"Tell him quickly," the square leader hurriedly pulled Xu Shun, and his tone was so excited that he almost didn't shout out. "That thing is socks."

Xu Shun was slightly stunned and hurriedly relayed the words of the founder.

"Socks?"

Schill was stunned and muttered that he lowered his head to take off his shoes. The four little players couldn't stand it anymore. They rushed up and grabbed the things from his hands.

"Get out!"

"Don't buy special? Don't touch it!"

"Yes! You are tarnishing art!"

“？？？”

Schill's face was full of question marks, scratched his head and wondered what he had done. How could these people react so much.

What a rude bunch of guys!

Xu Shun was embarrassed and wanted to pull out four rooms and one living room on the ground.

To be honest, he is also confused, and this time he doesn't know how to translate even if he has VM assists.

The manager is on!

Please change someone to do the work.

He would rather fight for bayonets with predators in the trenches than fight with mutants behind the bunker. He really doesn't want to work as an interpreter!

"Let's go. There's no one we're looking for."

"It's time to end this riddle, stupid NPC."

"Yes, it's a waste of time!"

Night ten tied up the package and threw it into Fang Chang's hand. The latter threw it neatly on his shoulder, turned and walked outside the door.

Seeing that several players were leaving, Xu Shun was relieved. He said that it was over at last and hurried to follow up.

"Wait a minute."

Seeing that they were putting away their things to go, Schill quickly called them.

The party stopped.

Seeing five pairs of eyes, Schill coughed gently and said.

"Well, since you've asked next door, no one wants these... Er, works of art, why don't you put them on consignment here?"

Xu Shun: "consignment?"

"That's right," Schill nodded. "Write down your own price and hang it on the shelf or window at the door."

"If you sell it, I only charge 20%. If you don't sell it, you can take it away before you leave here."

After all, it is made of devil's silk, and it is also a rare product of blue coats. Although the materials are wasted, there is still some value.

What if it's sold?

Schill is not the kind of stubborn person.

Anyway, there is no business now. It's also idle. It's better to make a gimmick in the window.

And if these people forget what they have consigned to them when they leave, they will belong to them.

This happens from time to time.

Before, there was a mercenary selling dead claw skin here. He was still an awakened man. He said he hung here for a week. As a result, he waited for months and no one came back.

After hearing from other mercenaries that the guy was dead, Schill happily bought the dead claw skin to the big boss in the inner city.

Leather shoes made of dead claw leather are the most popular in the inner city. They are not only comfortable and durable, but also show their strength.

Xu Shun didn't think so much, just stared at him.

"How can we trust you?"

"Friend, this is Stonehenge, which is different from the outside! The agreement signed in black and white, as long as it doesn't go out of the fence, anyone can recognize it. Moreover, my shop is here, can you run away?" sear vowed, "are you four awakened people afraid of me, an ordinary person?"

That sounds reasonable.

Xu Shun looked at the four players behind him.

The four small players discussed and finally reached a consensus.

It's better to try a dead horse than not to try.

The square leader went forward, took out the evening dress that had leaked the most, put it on the table, stretched out his fist and knocked.

"Five hundred!"

Night ten also approached, searched in the package for a while, and accurately pulled out the white knee socks that had been put on his hand by this guy.

He put together a pair and threw it on the table with a look of disgust.

"A hundred! No, fifty!"

Schill: "

How much do you really sell?

It's too hard to communicate with these guys.

Impatiently, Schill tore a piece of paper from one side of the ledger, tore it in half and wrote down the numbers on it.

"There are 500 clothes that leak air and 100 socks that can be used as trousers... All right, leave me an address. At least I need to know which hotel you live in."

Xu Shun went up to leave an address and signed on the note. He didn't want to waste time here and hurriedly pulled the players away from here.

"Can you sell 500 for this broken clothes? 100 for a broken sock?"

"I'm crazy about money!"

Seeing their backs disappear at the door, Schill hissed, but he got up from his chair, went to the window and hung up his things.

He pasted a label with the price on it. Then he put a small blackboard next to him and wrote on it——

[... The unique devil silk weaving technology comes from the mysterious shelter technology. Stonehenge is the only one, which is a unique art.]

Done!

Schill stepped back two steps, read the words on the sign again, and nodded with satisfaction.

Although it's not pleasant to communicate with those blue coats, people don't have to deal with chips, do they?

As long as he can switch to those colorful plastic pieces, he is willing to do even the business of gnawing!

……

Get out of the store.

Night ten looked at his teammates.

"Is it reliable to let that guy buy things for us?"

The chief shrugged.

"I can't help it. You have to sell it for years."

Night ten is not happy.

"Gan! What do you mean to say about me? If you don't include two Chinese sentences in people's couplets, will you make others confused?"

Fang Chang glanced at him.

"Come on, your father can speak at least two words. How about you? I can't recognize all the numbers!"

"I have to take CET-4. How can I have time to learn this?"

"The food is over. Brother Xueguang never makes excuses."

“@#%！”

Strong wind: "

Listening to the quarrel among his teammates, Lao Bai looked at the sky and sighed.

"Hey, this game is so difficult..."

He doesn't understand at all.

It must be a question of intelligence!

Xu Shun followed the four silently.

Although he had carefully studied the language of the shelter, he also learned a few words and short sentences.

These people talk fast and have many tricks. Without the help of the teleprompter, they really can't hear what they are talking about. Sometimes VM doesn't even know how to translate.

But

The atmosphere was quite friendly. Although it was loud, it didn't look like a quarrel.

Listening to the quarrel between the square leader and the night twelve, the strong wind suddenly put in a word.

"Is it too expensive to say 500? The per capita salary here is less than 100 a month?"

The daily salary for the work of food and housing is 2 ~ 3, which is more than 90 a month. Some engineers can earn ten times or even 100 times, but the number is rare like giant pandas.

"You don't understand. Even if you sell it for 50, ordinary people can't afford it," the mayor said slowly. "In that case, why not just sell it more expensive? Those who can afford it will buy it naturally, and those who can't afford it won't buy it even if you give a discount."

The three looked at each other.

what the fuck?

That sounds reasonable!

But did this guy learn his tone from mosquitoes?

It's more and more like a profiteer

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(before 12:00 in the next chapter)