This Game Is Too Realistic

The east gate of Boulder City.

Next to 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 topless loader swung the dirty rag over his shoulders, reached out and pushed the strong sack, with surprise in his eyes.

"Is this the same batch as yesterday?"

Hengqi still remembers it clearly.

Yesterday morning, he had just unloaded the goods from the back of the two-headed ox, and he did not expect to have to put them back again so soon.

The worker on the side bared his teeth and said.

"Yeah, 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 nice to 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.

Hengqi 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 less salary than them, and 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.

A chip may be enough for him to live alone, but he has a large family to support!

"Send it to our neighbor." Hengqi said in a cold tone.

The stevedores on the side couldn't help complaining.

"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 as hard as a stone.

At this time, the manager of the trading station came from the side and happened to hear the complaints of these poor people. He rolled his eyes without thinking.

"You're having your fucking daydreams!"

"Do you expect the food grown in the ground to be as cheap as the nutritional paste? Stop talking nonsense and get to work quickly. If you don't work hard, you won't even be able to afford the nutritional paste!"

Under Guan Zier's urging, the stevedores who had gathered together to complain quickly dispersed and immersed themselves in their work without daring to talk any more.

Although I am full of resentment and dissatisfaction, it is not easy to find a job these days. If you are fired, your whole family will suffer from hunger...

…

It’s not just food that needs to be moved.

There are also bundles of cotton cloth, parts and equipment 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 included, 200 million chips is actually not that economical...

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 at Fang Yan in the slum.

The wind and waves are calm there.

The faces with dull eyes were ordinary, and it was impossible to tell that a murder had occurred here a few days ago.

It didn’t feel right at all that someone was looking at me with malicious intent.

Lao Bai breathed a sigh of relief.

Just 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 been leading the way for two years, nor can it compare to the military industry giants Hecheng who ride on the top of the giant wall.

But in front of a few predator gangs, they are still an elephant.

The two sides are not existences of 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 it's just that there's no follow-up to that plot in the game program.

Just when Lao Bai was thinking wildly, a guard NPC from the office came over, stopped in front of him and said.

"The trading post is loading the goods, we'll have to wait a while."

Lao Bai was not very good at Chinese language, so he just nodded and answered concisely.

"No, it doesn't hurt to wait a while."

The trading station not far away was busy at the moment.

The shirtless loaders and unloaders shuttled back and forth between the material pile and the camel team, loading 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 or six kilograms, and 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. They are widely used as transportation in this wasteland.

Where tires and tracks can't go, they can walk on the ground.

Although it's not fast, it's victory is stable enough, and it can even be used as a cover during a fight.

Players are not surprised by animals 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.

It looks like an exoskeleton.

"Holy shit... even 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 source or motor. It functions like a cart with wheels, allowing you to unload the weight of the goods onto the ground."

"Then why not just build a mechanical bull?"

Brother Dog rolled his eyes.

"We can just use rockets to transport it."

Kidney Fighter said casually: "Because the transportation cost of the mechanical bull is not just a kilometer, you also have to replace worn parts and apply engine oil 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 the ultimate interpretation of the phrase "making the best use of everything".

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 escort 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's Fang Chang?" Sha Dian glanced around and found that someone was missing.

Lao Bai said casually: "He has a bit of a problem. He wants to stay here for a while. Let's hit the road first."

Brother Dog howled.

"Damn, this guy is eating alone again!"

"That's right! If you act alone every day these days, you will definitely do something bad!"

Listening to the complaints from his teammates, Lao Bai smiled heartily.

"Ignore him, he has his own children to deal with. He will come back naturally after he has dealt with it."

Looking at the camel team behind him, he landed neatly in front of the car and waved his hand.

"Let's go!"

The team started to move.

Escorting more than two two-headed oxen and several tons of supplies, the group embarked on a grand journey to the northern suburbs under the watchful eyes of visitors from 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 dozen people.

For such a caravan, most predators would stay away when they see it.

Not to mention coming over to test, these bullies didn'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 less than one day.

If cables are laid and several trams are arranged to go back and forth through the tunnel, maybe two or three hours will be enough for a trip!

Originally, the straight-line distance from Boulder City (Bate Street) was only ten kilometers, and the extension (Linghu Wetland Park) was only 14 to 15 kilometers.

However, this project has not been finalized yet.

The Boulder City Government Office was reluctant to pay the money, and the reason Dulong gave was quite convincing. They could not keep the taxes of the people in the outer city outside the giant wall.

Although the new alliance stated that it could build the tunnel and be responsible for its operation, the cost of such a huge project is astronomical.

With the current financial situation of the new alliance, it is simply unaffordable and can only borrow money from Boulder City Bank.

Although President Malvern said that he hoped that the new alliance would borrow another 100 million points, he had just thrown out the 200 million points and had not yet seen the effect. He was a little worried in his heart and planned to see the results first.

Chu Guang did not urge.

Gathering wool is a passion that lasts for a long time.

The most perfect situation is that after the first borrowed chips are used up, 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 Guangzheng, accompanied by old Charlie, inspected the situation in the fields.

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 Traders' Guild will be filled by the former head of the trading post.

This was also the advice of old Charlie himself.

The staff of the trading post often deal with merchants in the wasteland, especially the managers who have been promoted from the grassroots level. Not only are they familiar with the nature and transaction processes of the wastelanders, but they are also more efficient in dealing with the relationships with the wastelanders. Handy.

It’s perfect for the trading guild to be managed by the head of the trading post!

The Merchant Guild should serve players, but not only players.

This organization is more like a service department, and the trade field serves as a bridge between players and NPCs.

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, the position of this department in the alliance will become more and more important.

The league's 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 came alone, and occasionally he brought 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 the improved seeds cultivated by the CNC planting tower, combined with the fertilizer produced by the factory, and the 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 1,000 kilograms!

At present, the area of ​​cultivated land in 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.

Wait until August, and 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 a smile like an old man's face.

very nice!

But...

This alone is not enough.

"...I originally thought that the 30,000 acres originally planned was completely enough, but I didn't expect that the plan would still be unable to keep up with the changes."

The ideal situation is that 1 to 2 acres of land can support one survivor, and 3 acres of land can support one player.

With the population of Shuguang City, the 30,000 acres originally planned by Chuguang 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 could not only fill the stomachs of the residents of the new alliance, but also make them a lot richer.

However, what could he have imagined at the beginning of the year? In the middle of this year, the permanent population of the new alliance has 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 the 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 arable land area." Next to Chu Guang, old Charlie also had some worry in his eyes.

Of course, having more people is a good thing. In the wasteland, the population itself is a valuable asset.

However, this is also a double-edged sword.

Only when a person has enough food can he have the strength to work, only when he has clothes to wear can he understand his integrity, only when he has a house to sleep 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 casually.

He had lived on Beit Street for a relatively 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, reaching 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 more rugged, the soil is more fertile. When the embankment on the east bank of Xizhou Lake is completed, we can collect 100,000 It shouldn’t be a big problem if we have 1,000 acres of cultivated land.”

"Until we achieve complete food self-sufficiency, we can only try our best to import from farms 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 the 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 can't withstand the strafing of 7mm full-power bullets and the 20mm high-explosive bullets fired by "lances".

Recently, many farms have sent their servants over to purchase some propeller planes.

However, flying this kind of aircraft requires certain skills.

The plan of those farmers is to send a group of loyal servants to learn and learn to fly the plane back directly.

Of course, they will use food to pay for school fees.

The profit from selling airplanes is much higher than selling rifles. 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.

"Say something happy."

"On the morning of the first day, Luca and I talked on the phone and said that the materials we had imported with 500,000 chips were ready to go. This included the food we needed, 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 supplies will be delivered to us every three days."

"With these goods, our construction site in Lida City will be more effective with less effort. Maybe in less than two years, before the end of this year, our settlement will be back on track!"

Looking at the manager who was full of joy on his face, although old Charlie forced a smile from his face, the smile was somewhat dumbfounding.

Can this be considered 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.

A mansion close to 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 her 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 tied up 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 in his heart. The game production team should really add two more chicken drumsticks to the modeler's lunch box.

Three completely different artistic styles are integrated into one map, and the scene switching brings strong visual contrast without any violation.

What is the ninth art?

This is called the ninth art, right?

"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 an honor for me 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 Dexian was also 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 meant 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.

However, 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.

It's different from what I imagined.

She originally thought that the mercenaries were all rough men with beards and more scars than wrinkles, but she didn't expect that the person who came in was a young man who looked at her.

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, and then he found this stupid cat jumping up and down halfway up the giant wall.

Of course, it wasn't 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 somewhat 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 entrusted to him personally 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 inconvenient 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 again at the man standing in front of her, 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 scope is too big, where should I start?"

Alyssa said.

"Just tell me your story. Like... 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 collected his thoughts for a moment and briefly described the situation there with a limited vocabulary.

He originally thought that this girl wouldn't be interested, but he didn't 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 that the NPC named Hal had asked him to do something for him.

So risky.

I almost forgot about the real thing.

"No problem, I've already written it." Alyssa smiled, and the servant beside her nodded.

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.

The little girl with short green hair was 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, faced 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 that 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 up."

"Is the daughter of the eldest daughter Yin Ting Ting beautiful?" Dolly asked curiously.

Fang Chang replied casually.

"She's pretty. She's 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 25-chip commission?"

"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".

Maybe 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 use of the NPC named Hal is, there’s nothing wrong with brushing up on 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 would be interested in a commission of only 25 chips.

Do you like cats?

But it doesn’t look like it.

Or should I say...

He wanted to use Xiao Hei to get close to the daughter of the silver lord of Boulder City, become Mr. Moore's son-in-law, and then jump into a 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 league's top management immediately approved a monthly budget of 200,000 chips.

200,000 chips!

And that’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 made that 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!

Just when everyone in the newspaper office was discussing the next plan, the office door opened.

Seeing 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 you come at the right time!"

"Actually, I don't quite understand. Does finding the cat of Chang Yin's daughter... 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.

"That's right, and I'm sure that those mercenaries who have never been interested in reading newspapers will start buying our newspapers from now on!"

"Why don't 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 it with five words every three days, and stop at the most critical point every day. I can guarantee that your newspaper will sell out of stock."

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 so cool! My friend, why don't you come work at the newspaper?"

"I don't have to..." Fang Chang coughed dryly, and he suddenly felt that something bad had happened to him.

But...

He was actually quite curious about what the novels serialized by NPCs would look like.

At this moment, Fang Chang's eyes suddenly fell on the advertisement for reporters on the side, and his heart couldn't help but move slightly.

"Are you short of people here?"

Hal, who showed hope just now, 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 would help us!"

"Ahem, I'm not the type to do this, 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 took a look at the short-haired girl with her arms folded and an idle expression at the door of the office.

"What do you think of her?"

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(Thanks to "orzmiao" for the reward!!!)