This Game Is Too Realistic

2021-12-06

  Chapter 252 No Traitor No Business   Grey Squirrel Clothing Store.

Two sticks of firewood that were about to burn to ashes were stuffed in the fireplace, and Schill, wrapped in an old leather jacket, was dozing off his leather shoes on the moldy wooden table.

From the end of September last year to now, the business here has been deserted for almost four months.

However, he is not worried that he will go bankrupt.

This is also the case in previous years.

In winter, only mice will patronize his closet, but that’s okay, as long as winter is over, the streets outside will be crowded with people, and business here will get better soon.

Even if it is a robber that has degenerated into a primordial person, it will find a pair of pants to wear.

His shop is at the gate of the market, and this market is the closest to the main entrance of Boulder City.

Wastelanders who come and go here, as long as they come to this market, they can see his house's 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 it, and some wastelanders who are not well-off will also consider it.

However, most of these clothes are not very particular about the source. Many of them are taken from dead people. You can even find stitched bullet holes and cuts on them. The cheap ones simply don't even have seams.

Caravan guards or mercenaries from other places usually take a lot of money. The leather jackets and jeans hanging on the shelves are prepared for them, and some are made in the industrial zone. Clothing factories are also made by tailor shops.

After all, for those who travel north and south, it is a problem whether they will come here next year. No one will hold those plastic pieces in their pockets.

Before they leave, they will change their chips into cigarettes, alcohol, bullets, or even gold and silver or Legion's dinars.

Apart from this, clothes are also a good choice.

As for now?

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 time to conserve strength and store up energy.

Schill was hugging left and right in his dream, but at this moment, the cold wind that swept through the door suddenly made him a shivered woke up.

"Welcome... Pro, are you here to buy clothes?"

Shir squinted his awake eyes and looked at the five men who came in outside.

The one who walked in the front was not very old, sixteen or seventeen, but he had probably been on the battlefield with a gunshot wound on his arm and a sharp edge on his childish face.

It’s nothing. Who has never seen a gun here?   But the four people in the back are terrible, they carry an awakened breath.

It’s just that his face has never been seen before, touching left and right and looking at it, which somewhat ruined his stereotype of awakened.

Seeing the fire in the fireplace went out, Ye Shi yelled nonchalantly.

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

Shir was stunned for a moment, but he didn't understand the dialect that I don't know which dialect came from.

"What are you talking about?"

The man walking in front said immediately.

"He said that your fireplace is out of fire."

"You don't need to remind, I know... No money for firewood, this is not outside the city." Shiel was annoyed. He whispered, sat up straight from the chair, stared at the person who could communicate in front of him and said, "Are you mercenaries, what are you going to buy? Cotton clothes? Leather jackets? Or... I want to buy a batch of bargains. ?"

Xu Shun did not explain, but looked towards the few uncles who rolled up their sleeves behind him-staring at the VM and watching the "subtitles".

Sear's eyes narrowed slightly, but he recognized what was wearing these people's arms.

I didn't notice it for a while, but these people are actually blue coats?   What a surprise!   Those blue gophers not only awakened, but actually put on the clothes of the wastelander?   Isn't their coat grown on the body?

"We don't want to buy, we want to sell, I heard that we need clothes here?" Fang Chang said a long list in his mother tongue in the language of stumbling people.

Boss obviously did not understand.

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

And after hearing this sentence, Schill frowned immediately.

"Selling?"

"What are you doing here to sell clothes? Isn't there a store that collects used clothes next door?"

See these people Not a customer, Schell's expression instantly faded, and he became impatient at the speed that naked eye could see.

The clothes of the dead are all weighed and wholesaled. He doesn't have a scale here.

"The price there is too low, and we all agree that it is an insult to the artwork!" Xu Shun fluently relayed what Fang Chang said, and this time even imitated the indignant tone Came out.

Shir sneered, and said to his heart that a group of hillbillies from outside could understand what art is.

I wanted to ridicule them and blast them out, but he suddenly thought of the VM that those people were carrying, and pressed down the idea again.

The blue jacket.

They are blue jackets.

Sear's eyes rolled.

as everyone knows, the people outside Boulder City are all hillbillies.

But this does not include the big merchants from the Yunjian province, or the blue coats in the refuges.

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

Extending his crumpled hand, Schier opened the drawer and took out the brass-colored glasses from the inside and hung them on the bridge of his nose.

"Let me see."

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

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

"Let's take a look, how much money you can give."

Unpacking the package, Schill reached out and touched it, and an expression of interest suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Devil's silk?!"

The batch of goods that appeared on the market a few days ago was sold by these people?

He had heard that the ten rolls of fabric had just appeared in the trading post and were divided by a group of fast-eyed people.

In the end, he doesn't know who transferred those devil cloths to him. Anyway, many tailor shops are asking where those delicate cloths come from.

But soon, the excitement in his eyes dimmed.

"The clothes have been made? Are these all these? Isn't there that kind of bundled fabric?"

Xu Shun: "That's it."

"It's a pity." With a regretful expression on Shire's face, he let out a sigh, "Really spoiled a good thing."

Xu Shun frowned.

"Isn't the clothes already made?"

"No matter how good the fabric is, you have to use the right place," Schill shook the head, "Yes, devil silk is very rare. It’s also very strong, whether it’s used to make luxurious clothes, ropes or protective gear, it’s a good material, but..." The piece of clothing was shaken in front of Xu Shun speechlessly.

"Can you explain to me, what is this?"

The white and silky texture, the skirt and the cuffs are carefully carved with textures, and there is indeed something indescribable. A sense of dignity.

However, the problem is that this dress only has the front, and the back is just a symbolic stitch, 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 could speak, the players behind him who were watching the subtitles had already begun to yell angrily.

"Damn! This country bumpkin doesn't know the goods!"

"Yes! Such a beautiful dress!"

"Hey, I want to see crows in my dreams The crow wears once..."

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

The dress? ? ?

Xu Shun brace oneself replied.

"This is a dress..."

"There is too much leaking behind! Just a few ropes, what is the difference between this and not wearing it?" Schill sneered. "The nobles in the inner city don't like this kind of revealing clothes, it will make them feel ashamed at the party!"

Xu Shun's expression is a bit subtle.

To be honest.

He also feels that the clothes are a little exposed.

Only the front piece, can it really cover the upper body completely?

I am not questioning the taste of the residents of these shelters, he just thinks that if I can cut off the piece of the skirt and sew it on the back, it would be perfect...

"Maybe It is a cultural difference," Fang Chang touched the chin, frowned thought for a moment, "I feel that the atmosphere in the outer city is still more open, but maybe the people in the inner city will be more conservative."

Kuangfeng proposed a conjecture. .

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

Fang Chang: "Maybe it is."

Ye Shi sighed.

"Hey, Fujito Ko elder sister finished apprenticeship is not good."

Old Bai: "By the way, these clothes...were not sold at the outpost, right?"

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

Gale thought for a while, nodded said: "Indeed, I remember that this dress has been hung in the rattan hut for a while."

This game cannot register a trumpet, and The gender cannot be changed yet, and everyone knows each other on the Internet, so they are unexpectedly reserved in the game.

Change to another game...

I'm afraid I'm already wearing the old man.

Ye Shi: "Maybe it’s too cold? It’s really inappropriate to wear this thing in winter."

Gale: "There is heating in the refuge, I think this reason is justified. Right."

Ye Shi: "Uh, okay."

Fang Chang sighed.

"Very good, now the most potential Seeded Contestant has been eliminated, ignoring those unreliable things, we still have four...er, three cards left in our hand."

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It seems that there is a reason why this piece of clothing cannot be sold. Even the shame of the players cannot be accepted, and it is excusable that the NPC cannot accept it.

What a shame.

I hope Fujito’s elder sister will not be depressed.

Just as Ye Shi was wondering how to tell Fujito the bad news, the Boss sitting behind the counter suddenly came out of his mouth.

"What is this thing?"

Gloves?

Sear muttered and pulled a white stocking out of the package.

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

The four little players in the clothing store saw that they almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Fuck!"

"I'm eyes!"

"You tell him," Fang Chang hurriedly pulled Xu Shun, his tone excited He almost didn't yell, "That thing is a socks."

Xu Shun was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly relayed Fang Chang's words.

"Socks?"

For a moment, Schill muttered and lowered his head to take off his shoes. The four little players couldn't bear it anymore and rushed forward and took the one in his hand. Something was snatched.

"Go away!"

"Don't buy it, don't touch it!"

"Yes! You are tarnishing art!"

"???"

With question marks on his face, Schier scratched his head, wondering what he hadn't done, why these people reacted so strongly.

What a bunch of rude guys!

Xu Shun awkwardly wanted to dig out the four rooms and one hall on the ground.

To be honest, he was also at a loss, and this time there was a VM assist, and he didn't know how to translate it.

The manager is here!   Please change someone to do this job.

He would rather fight a bayonet with a robber in the trenches than a mutant behind a bunker, and he really doesn't want to do the job of an interpreter!

"Let’s go, there is no one we are looking for."

"It’s time to end this dumb mystery, stupid NPC."

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

Ye Shi tied up the package and threw it into Fang Chang's hand. The latter slammed it neatly on his shoulder, turned his head and walked out the door.

Seeing a few players leaving, Xu Shun relaxed, and said that it was finally over, and quickly followed along.

"Wait a minute."

Seeing them put away their things, Schell quickly called them.

The entire group stopped.

Seeing five pairs of eyes looked over, Schill coughed slightly and said.

"Well, since you also asked next door, no one wants these... Uh, artwork, why don't you put it here for consignment?"

Xu Shun: "Consignment ?"

"Yes," Schill nodded, "you write a price yourself, and then hang it on the shelf or window at the door."

"If you sell it, I only harvest 20%. If you don’t sell it, you can just take the things away before you leave here." It was wasted, but there is still value.

What if it is sold out?   Shir is not the kind of stubborn person.

Anyway, there is no business now, and I am still idle. It's okay to make a gimmick on the window.

And if these people forget the things they had on consignment when they left, then these things would belong to him.

This kind of thing happens from time to time.

There was a mercenary who consigned dead claw skins here. He was still awakened. He said he was hanging here for a week, but after waiting for a few months, no one came back.

After inquiring from other mercenaries that the guy was dead, Sear happily sold 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. Not only are they comfortable and durable, but the most important thing is to show their strength.

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

"How do we trust you?"

"My friend, this is Boulder City, which is different from the outside! The agreement signed in black and white, as long as the wall is not out, anyone has to recognize . And my shop is here, can I still run away?" Shiel solemnly vowed, "You four awakened, are you afraid of me as an ordinary person?"

It sounds a bit reasonable. .

Xu Shun looked towards the four players behind him.

The four little players discussed and finally reached a consensus.

When a dead horse is a living horse doctor, it is better to try than not to try.

Fang Chang stepped forward, took out the evening gown that had leaked the most, put it on the table, and knocked it with his fist.

"Five hundred!"

Ye Shi also leaned over, rummaged in the package for a while, and accurately passed the white strip that this guy had put in his hands. The knee socks were pulled out.

Collected a pair, he threw it on the table with a look of disgust.

"One hundred! No, fifty!"

Shir: "..."

How much do you sell?

It’s too hard to communicate with these guys.

Schell impatiently tore off a piece of paper from the side of the ledger, tore it in half, and wrote the number on it.

"500 leaky clothes, 100 socks that can be worn as pants... OK, leave me an address, I must at least know which hotel you are staying in."

Xu Shun stepped forward to leave an address, signed on the paper, and didn't want to waste time here, and quickly dragged the players away from here.

"Just this torn clothes can sell for 500? A torn socks for 100?"

"I really want money and want to be crazy!"

Looking at those people Shire's back disappeared at the door, and Schill sneered, but he got up from the chair and went to hang up the things in front of the shop window.

Posting a price tag, he placed a small blackboard next to him properly, and wrote on it——

【...Unique devil silk Weaving craftsmanship, from mysterious refuge technology, is the only one in Boulder City. This is a unique piece of art. 】

Get it done!

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

Although the communication with those blue jackets is not pleasant, people can't make it through and make money, can they?

As long as he can switch to those colorful plastic sheets, he is willing to do even the eater's business!   ……

Come out of the store.

Ye Shi looked towards the teammates beside him.

"Let that guy sell things for us reliable?"

Fang Chang shrugged.

"There is no way, you can only sell it for years and months."

Ye Shi was unhappy.

"Gan! You are so embarrassed to say me, but if you miss two Chinese sentences in the human couplet, do you feel confused?"

Fang Chang slanted He glanced.

"Come on, you, your dad can say at least two sentences, how about you? I don't know enough!"

"I have to take the Level 4 exam, how can I have time to learn this? Anything?"

"The cooking is over. Learn to learn Guang, never make excuses."

"@#%!"

The wind:" ......"

Listening to the quarrel of his teammates, Old Bai looked at the sky sighed.

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

He doesn't understand it at all.

It must be a problem of intellectual attributes!

Xu Shun silently followed behind the four.

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

When these people talk quickly, they have a lot of tricks. Without the help of a teleprompter, they really can't hear what they are talking about. Sometimes the VM doesn't even know how to translate.

But...

The atmosphere is quite friendly. Although the voice is loud, it doesn't look like a quarrel.

Hearing Fang Chang and Ye Shi quarreling, the wind suddenly broke in.

"Will speaking of which 500 is too expensive? The per capita salary here is less than 100 a month, right?"

Daily salary for food and housing is 2~ 3. It is more than 90 a month. Some engineers can earn ten or even a hundred times the figure, but the number is scarce like a panda.

"You don't understand, even if you sell 50, those ordinary persons can't afford it," Fang Chang said slowly, "If that's the case, why not just sell it more expensive? People who can afford it Naturally, people who can’t afford it, even if you discount them, they won’t buy it."

The three of them looked at each other.

What the fuck?

It sounds reasonable!   But the tone of this guy's speech, did you learn it from mosquitoes?

It really looks more and more profiteer... -   (before twelve o'clock in the next chapter)   (end of this chapter)