This Game is Too Real

"... is this it?"

This is the 20th time today. Schill repeatedly confirmed the address on the note. He didn't come to the wrong place.

At the moment, in front of him was a facade under renovation. The sound of sawing wood and tinkling came from inside.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a hotel.

"Is there anyone named Xu Shun here?"

"No, no, how many times do you want me to say?" replied the man who worked at the door impatiently.

Schill kept asking.

"Who's the owner here? I have an important customer. I filled in the address here. I have to find him."

What does this have to do with me?

The wood foreman said without raising his head.

"The master here went out and won't come back until dark. If you want to find him, just wait."

Before dark

Noon is before dark, and so is the afternoon. Just because of this bullshit, he has been standing here all day!

Now it's dark, and this guy told himself before dark!

When Schill was about to give up, the figure coming from a distance dispelled the regret and regret on his face in an instant.

Like finding a money bag on the ground, Schill shouted out in surprise.

"Hey, Mr. Xu Shun!"

While shouting, he did not forget to wave his hand and motioned for the other party to be here.

"Your acquaintance?" Shu Yu glanced at the guard beside him unexpectedly.

Xu Shun made a helpless expression.

"The residents of the shelter consigned things to him and signed my name."

Shuyu pinched his chin and nodded thoughtfully.

"I see."

"It seems that there is a result."

Before the party came to the door, Schill took the initiative to meet him, said with a bright smile on his face.

"My friend, you are back at last!"

Before Schill finished his greetings, Xu Shun asked immediately.

"Have you sold it?"

"Sold!"

He didn't mind being interrupted, and Schill continued with a beaming smile.

"My guest likes your... Er, works of art very much. And he also said that if there are any, he wants to buy some more to collect. I remember you don't have a big bag? If you don't find a buyer, you might as well sell it to me."

The player's eyes lit up when he looked at the subtitles.

Especially at night, your eyes shine.

"Shit, fellow believers!"

Sell!

You have to sell it to him!

Lao Bai has a subtle expression.

"It seems that waste soil also has LSP."

The wind coughed and said: "... Anyway, it was sold."

Fang Chang nodded: "and the price is good. It can be regarded as an explanation to the rattan."

To tell the truth, no one asked in the market before. They basically don't have much hope.

As a result, I didn't expect a turnaround when I came back from the talent market?

Sure enough, there are still people who know the goods.

The strong wind tried to analyze the wave rationally. The evening dress with long swing could not be bought and worn by mercenaries.

Civilians have no spending power and can be ignored directly.

If you can afford so many chips, you must be an aristocrat in the inner city.

Whoever it was sold to, the square leader took the money bag from Schill and counted the chips in it. The denomination added up to exactly 480.

Schill has deducted 20% of his - a total of 120.

As for whether this guy secretly sold a little more at a high price, it was his own ability. What the two sides agreed was only the share of label pricing.

There are three other evening gowns left. There are a lot of stockings, almost 20 pairs.

According to the price of 500 chips for a dress and 100 chips for a pair of socks, these clothes sold a "sky high price" of 3500 chips.

Even Shuyu, standing aside, couldn't help exclaiming.

good heavens.

This deal is enough to pay the rent for four months!

Of course, players are thinking about exoskeletons and other equipment on the shelf.

Half of the 3500 chips are theirs. Taking into account the previous profits, they have been able to put together a huge sum of 2000 chips.

There are only 1000 silver coins, but if you buy KV-1 exoskeleton or other equipment and sell it to other players, it's not just 1000 silver coins.

Miner I sells 2000 silver. Is it not too much for KV-1 without grade limit to sell 1000 silver?

Three KV-1 worth 1800 chips, sold 3000 silver coins, and made a lot of money, okay!

Of course, this is just an example. What makes more money than KV-1 is that many things in Boulder are not available in outpost stores.

Fang Chang plans to open another post on the official website immediately after he goes offline. While doing purchasing on behalf of others, he also makes pre-sale. By the way, he is asking Fuji Fuji if she wants to help buy something.

"Wait, why 3500 chips?"

After listening to Xu Shun's representations, Schill stared at several shelter residents in front of him and said angrily.

"Did you forget to score me 20%?"

"That's consignment, my friend, not now," said the mayor, who was sketching the business map in his heart. He didn't have time to talk to him and said perfunctorily in Chinese with the words he just learned. "If you want to buy, pay."

Xu Shun paraphrased this sentence.

But in fact, this is superfluous.

Even if he only understood a few words, Schill immediately understood the meaning of these guys.

Damn it!

These rebellious blue hamsters!

Although the heart of the flesh pain seemed to be dripping blood, Schill still took out the money bag from his pocket and reluctantly cut it and stuffed it into the hands of the commander.

"This is all the cash flow in my store... A total of 3500 chips."

At night, I turned my head and looked at the strong wind.

"Can you believe it? The cash flow in his shop is just an integer."

The wind gave him a strange look.

"You play games and pick out such details?"

Night 10: "no, I just think the AI of the game is really lying with his eyes open."

Strong wind: "

There's nothing to be polite to unscrupulous businessmen. The square leader took the money bag from Schill without hesitation, counted it carefully twice, and took it back at his waist after confirming that it was OK.

With a sunny smile on his face, the mayor said in a happy tone.

"I'm glad you can appreciate our art."

"The things are in the house. Please follow us."

For art's sake!

Schill followed his footsteps angrily and went inside the facade being renovated.

Although the process was full of twists and turns, he finally got what he wanted.

Looking at the good things stuffed in the package, Schill made up his mind to squeeze the money out of his old friend.

However, just as he was about to leave, Shuyu, who had not spoken, suddenly stopped him.

"Just a moment, please."

Stopping at the door, Schill turned around and looked up and down at the young man in front of him.

"Anything else?"

Shuyu shook his head.

"No, just a little curious. Who is buying such expensive clothes? Can you satisfy my curiosity?"

Oh.

Do you think I'll tell you?

Although he didn't write hehe on his face, Schill spoke without euphemism and straightforwardly.

"It's natural that those who can afford this money are big people. As for whom to sell, of course, I can't disclose. This is the guest's privacy. I hope you can understand."

Money and goods.

The deal has been completed.

With that, Schill was about to turn and leave, but the young man continued to open his mouth.

"So you still have a way to do business with big people."

"Of course, the grey squirrel clothing store has guests all over the waste land. I'm not bragging," Schill said proudly

"Really?" Shuyu continued after thinking for a while. "In fact, we still have many similar products. If you have sales channels, we can consider cooperation."

"There are many more?!"

Schill opened his eyes wide, walked up to him in three and two steps, and said quickly.

"I want all the rest!"

The eager look and action exposed the urgency in his heart. Shuyu bent his mouth, but said quietly.

"I'm not talking about inventory, but production capacity. Of course, it takes some time to make this thing. Leave me an address. I'll send someone to you when necessary."

"Grey squirrel clothing store, located at the entrance of the next market!"

Schill pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, quickly wrote down the address on it, and politely handed it to the young man in front of him.

Looking at the young man who took the note, he smiled and continued.

"If you still have goods, please be sure to contact me! Whether it's consignment or other cooperation methods, grey squirrel clothing store is happy to help you!"

Shuyu nodded gently.

"I'll think about it."

……

Official website forum.

Today is as lively as ever.

[announcement: the office of No. 404 shelter in Boulder City has been established! The person in charge is a little brother named Shu Yu. Please go and harass him. In addition, the chamber of Commerce of the outpost is also in preparation. Now it has entered the recruitment stage. Please look forward to it!]

Debt big eye: "is this announcement written by Xiaoqi?"

Lao Bai: "it should be. It's not like brother Guang's style."

Lone wolf: "what's brother Guang's style? (curious)"

Gale: "yes, what is it? Gale also wants to know. What do you think. (squint)"

Lone wolf:

Quit smoking: "shit, this imitation is too real!"

Night ten: "light: you just read my ID. it's over. (funny)"

Edge stroke: "where's the square length? Where's your square length? Why didn't you see him?"

Spring Commander: "that's it! Get out of the king of Europe!"

Say Fang Chang, Fang Chang will arrive.

As soon as the players started Aite, the ID of the elder brother came out of the forum.

"I'm back! I just edited the post! Today's harvest is quite amazing, and the transaction volume is zero more than yesterday! Not only the clothes consigned in the clothing store, but the works of rattan hut are sold out by local residents! Now we have a lot of chips in our hands. I've sorted out a price list of local goods. If you need it, you can ask me for it. The price is open and transparent, Tong The old man is not deceived! (showing his teeth)

Tail: "I'm GIAO! Those exciting clothes are sold out! (△ ﾟ; ﾉ) ﾉ"

Si Si: "is this the world of adults? (o ° ω °o)”

Quit smoking: "rattan cattle force!!"

Irena: "sure enough, LSP is the driving force for sustainable social progress. (funny)"

Gale: "that's not necessarily accurate. After all, clothes with three digit prices are not affordable for ordinary people. Rational analysis, they should be bought by nobles in the inner city."

Ye Aonai I he: "smile, who can't afford three digit clothes? The cheapest clothes in the clothing store opened by my family have to be 999, and the expensive nine digits go up. You can only say that you are too young to see a real local tyrant. The world is much more complex than you think."

Lao Bai: "... Are we talking about a dimensional thing?"

Fujimoto: "!! will the evening dress I designed appear at the ball of noble ladies?! (☆▽☆)"

Night 10: "sure! I'm not sure. After a while, the rattan hut will become a boulder city."

Irene: "it's just around the corner. It's funny."

Crow crow: "hey... It's really wasteland. The atmosphere is too open. I really can't accept that kind of clothes. (´‐ ω‐)”

Night ten: "it can't be covered. (funny)"

Crow: "(* ・ ω ・)✄╰ひ╯”

Irene: "(funny. JPG)"

Teng Teng: "what the hell are you thinking? The clothes are not what you think. What's more, your figure can't be worn. It's so high-grade... In short, you have to be slim to wear them!"

Crow crow: "wait a minute, I can't ignore that. Are you saying I'm fat（ σ｀д′)σ”

Rattan: "no, no, I didn't mean that. QAQ"

Tail: "tail testifies! Master is not fat at all, but it's bigger（ ω)”

Crow: "??"

Si Si: "let's invite the designer to speak. Who does Tengteng think is more suitable to wear?"

Rattan: "for example... Boss Xia?"

Boss Xia?

Chu Guang, who is peeping at the screen, thinks Xia Yan can't accept that kind of clothes. Her salary is not low. If she likes it, she would have bought it long ago.

Mercenaries are keen on leather products, whether leather jackets or small leather clothes.

Compared with fiber woven clothes, animal leather can better resist biting and cutting injuries, and it won't be too uncomfortable in rainy weather.

And

I can't imagine it at all.

The rude guy put on that dignified and elegant evening dress

Chu guangnao mended for a long time, but he only mended the way someone stumbled clumsily by the skirt, and couldn't help laughing.

Xia Yan, sitting nearby reading a book, looked over suspiciously.

"What are you laughing at?"

Chu Guang coughed softly.

"Nothing. I thought of some fun things."

"Funny things?"

Hearing the funny things, Xia Yan suddenly felt refreshed, put down his book and waited for him to continue.

Listening to stories is much more interesting than watching these little tadpoles!

But Chu Guang didn't intend to talk about it in detail.

"I'll tell you when you finish reading the learning materials on your hand."

Xia Yan rolled his eyes and picked up the book again.

"Oh, stingy!"

Instead of learning Chinese, boss Xia looked at the computer screen.

The topic discussed by players seems to have shifted from how much a dress is suitable to the cultural conquest of the "different world".

Some people proposed to get out the Hanfu and lo skirt, but soon others said that there were too many materials and the cost was not cost-effective.

Soon someone said that, regardless of what to sell, we can first introduce the balance payment system and cut the leeks of the natives.

Although the brain hole is big and the creativity is good, Chu Guang still thinks they think too much.

Although the NPCs of waste land ol are set as NPCs, they are only set relative to players.

These people are not stupid at all.

Chu Guang even dares to assert that once someone finds a substitute for devil silk, a lot of fake goods will come out soon.

There are no trademark laws or patents on the waste land. People use things that have long been studied by pre war civilization. Even if a new thing comes out one day, who dares to say that it was invented by themselves?

"Someone will find polyamide can be a substitute."

This thing is a kind of thermoplastic resin, which can be made by polycondensation of adipic acid and hexanediamine. It can be used not only as socks, but also in various mechanical and electrical parts, including bearings, gears, pulley pump impellers, blades, high-pressure sealing rings, etc.

The chemical plants in the outpost also produce a small amount of this kind of thing, and the biomass oil provided by Kam tree is a good raw material.

Don't even think about it.

Even the mosquito man can make this thing. Boulder City can certainly produce this thing. At most, no one has developed this market.

"Unexpectedly, the clothes made by the rattan hut have successfully entered the upper class society of Boulder City?"

"This is an unexpected joy."

"If this kind of style of clothing can be popular in the upper class society and form a trend, and then create a lower cost substitute to promote in the sinking market, it may also work!"

Devil silk products take the high-end route, and nylon silk textiles develop the sinking market!

Chu Guang's face smiled.

"I'm a genius!"

Did you make clothes and socks low?

What does it matter!

Light industry earns foreign exchange, and the foreign exchange earned subsidizes heavy industry, which is very reasonable.

As long as it can develop, don't care too much about means.

Now the only thing that needs to be verified is the local people's acceptance of this product

Chu Guang's eyes subconsciously fell on boss Xia's knee.

Boss Xia, who didn't read very carefully, felt the line of sight, conditionally nervous and asked in a low voice.

"What are you doing..."

"Nothing."

forget it.

Only referring to their own or players' aesthetic, it doesn't feel very meaningful. Even if Chu Guang thinks it's OK, it doesn't mean that consumers on the waste land think it's OK.

It's better to test it directly with the market.

Chu Guang has enough confidence in his small players.

Rattan's clothes have conquered the upper class of Stonehenge.

This is a good sign!

Xia Yan: "

Taking back his sight from boss Xia, Chu Guang opened VM and was about to edit a task to send to the players of the chemical plant. However, his finger was stuck on the screen.

Emmm……

Say it.

What is the proper name for this task?

……

At ten o'clock in the evening, the night was deep.

Qingquan city in the dark is like a silent grave. However, the Boulder City on the third ring road has nothing to do with the word silence. Many blocks are even more lively than during the day, like a spiritual boy jumping on the grave.

Pressure always needs a way to release.

People's needs can't just be full.

From one chip, a large glass of water beer to a three digit special cocktail, people always think of ways to add some fun to life.

The queen of the night bar near the inner city, with strong music and dazzling lights, is as full today as ever.

On the purple couch, there was a man holding his arms.

The leather shoes under his feet were made of the skin of death claws, and they were made by the famous designer of ideal city. The gold paint had been ironed from the top of the shoes to the bottom of the shoes.

Will the sole be worn off?

Is that what he needs to consider?

It's just to change the paint. Besides, he doesn't need to climb mountains and rivers like the wasters.

His name is Yang Kun. He is the boss of Sequoia forest timber factory. He has many industries in the south. He also operates two real estate in the outer city, and his men keep a caravan and a mercenary regiment.

In this bar, he is also a little famous celebrity.

"Rob, my little radish, you have more and more tricks here."

The two beauties he held in his arms were wearing the works of art that Schill had previously obtained from his blue coat.

Pure white evening dress and knee socks, pure with a trace of flirtatious, noble with a trace of superficial color, but not so color.

This kind of appetizing feeling is great!

Rob's face was full of smiles and said politely.

"It's my pleasure to satisfy you!"

Yang Kun nodded and said slowly.

"This dress is good everywhere, but it has one disadvantage."

Rob immediately said, "please say that we will improve in the future!"

Yang Kun: "too strong."

Luo Bo was a little stunned and immediately understood the old customer's eyes.

Both of them burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, you are so humorous!"

"I'm flattered. You're not bad."

Yang Kun, holding the two dancers, stood up and shook the black card clamped on his fingers.

"Prepare a room for me. I'm a little tired and want to take a nap."

"OK!"

Watching the distinguished guests walking upstairs, Rob's heart was full of excitement and hot.

He had a strong hunch.

Before long, he will become the queen of the night in Boulder——

Oh, no, the emperor of the night!

——

(a little late... Just think I took half a day off, T.T.)