This Game Is Too Realistic

The trading station of Shuguang City is full of people shouting and shouting, and there is an endless stream of caravans and people passing through the entrance. It is lively from day to night.

Tracks of different thicknesses marked the chessboard on the ground, and a dazzling array of rare and exotic treasures piled up a hill on the stalls.

Among them are eight-unit octopus manipulators produced by Jushi Military Industry, clocks and jewelry produced by Camelback Kingdom, general-purpose android maids and attendants imported from Ideal City, and even strange ones from the Far Sea Continent. Spices and soap made by Legion.

In short, there is nothing you can’t imagine and buy here.

A long time ago, Shuguang City Exchange changed its business model. While retaining the alliance's official bulk commodity trading point, it leased the expanded trading space to individuals.

The tenants of the stalls include local businessmen and shelter residents, as well as foreign businessmen.

From the time before the waves started, the place gradually became lively as winter passed.

Especially now that the news of the end of the wave has spread, it has added a festive color to the prosperity here.

"Any happy events recently?"

Stopping in front of a stall, the man wearing a gray long-collar coat looked up at the decoration hanging in front of the stall and asked casually.

His skin color is slightly darker, with deep wrinkles on his brow and the corners of his eyes. He looks weathered, and he is carrying a suitcase in his hand.

The stall owner took one look at his appearance and felt that this man had some face. He thought he must be a merchant from far away, so he said with a smile.

"Respect the manager, you led us to defeat the tide. In three days, there will be a victory celebration here. This is our old tradition. Is this your first time here?"

"It's not like the last time I came here, it was still a wilderness." The man looked around and said with a helpless expression, "Just now, I thought I saw the wrong map."

Looking at his unfamiliar look, the stall owner said with a smile.

"That must have been several years ago! This area is now under the control of the Alliance, and it is no longer the wilderness it was a few years ago."

Although he has not been back here for several years, the man seems to be familiar with the word alliance. He has obviously heard rumors about this area elsewhere.

"I have heard that the management of Vault 404 led its residents to build a prosperous utopia in the wasteland. Not only did they unite all the suffering survivors, but they also vowed to end the wasteland. As a complete ideal..."

The stall owner smiled sheepishly.

"Haha, it's not as exaggerated as the rumors say, but it's okay... By the way, my friend, where are you from?"

the man said.

"Southern Seas."

The stall owner looked at him in surprise.

"The southern sea? The south...island? I heard the scenery there is pretty good."

It was too far there, and Hae-Ting Province and Jinchuan-Ting Province were in turmoil, and he really didn't know much about them.

The man smiled bitterly and said with a helpless expression.

"If you call a sea monster that can create waves tens of meters high a scenery... then you should like that place."

The stall owner laughed and said embarrassedly.

"Haha, it seems that every family has a difficulty in reciting the Sutra... If we don't count the nest in the center, the biggest guy here is the one who manages your mount."

The man was stunned for a moment.

"Sit on... a mount?"

"A Death Claw," the stall owner said with a proud expression on his face, as if the person riding on the back of the Death Claw was himself. "Even the powerful Death Claw is crawling at his feet. This There's nothing on the planet that he can't defeat...including the Central Brood!"

The man couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows in laughter. He wanted to laugh but felt it was impolite, so he said to himself that it was because you didn't know enough.

However, something the stall owner said caught his attention.

"What do you mean when you say he defeated the Central Brood...?"

The stall owner said with pride.

"That's the literal meaning. He killed that guy who couldn't even defeat the Construction Committee. It's not just this year's wave, it won't happen in the future."

The man stared in stunned silence, opening his jaw slightly.

Killed...

How to get rid of that thing? !

He has been studying mutant slime mold for some years. What has changed about that thing is that as long as there is a little bit of dregs left, it will pop up endlessly, and each time it is repeated, it will become even worse than the last time. Tricky.

In fact, he came here just for the brood nest, but the guy in front of him told him... that the brood nest was killed?

Seeing the man standing there for a long time without saying anything, asking questions without any intention of buying anything, the stall owner gradually lost interest in continuing to chat with him.

But after all, they were open for business, and in order not to offend anyone, he was too embarrassed to chase people away directly, so he reminded them "in good faith".

"If you want to know about Shuguang City, I suggest you buy the latest newspaper, and then go to the Highway Town Hotel in front of the door to order a glass of beer and sit there. No one will care about you if you sit in the lobby there all day, and there will never be a shortage. The person we chatted with...the stories I heard from those mercenaries and merchants were much more exciting than what I heard here, especially the lame old Hook, who had been in Dawn City since it was still a wilderness. Here it is.”

"Thank you, I will refer to your suggestion." The man seemed to have noticed that the stall owner was not interested in him, so he politely replied and prepared to say goodbye.

"You're welcome, I'm Zhang Datong. If you need to wholesale hardware tools or automatic rifles, you can come to me... By the way, what do you do?"

"I am the manager." The man said honestly.

"Management...?!" The stall owner didn't react at first, but he was shocked when he repeated his words and his eyes widened.

"Uh... But it's not the management here." Seeing the dull look on the stall owner's face, the man suddenly remembered something and said helplessly, "No offense, although I know the management has special meaning to you, but There are actually more shelters in this world than you think. By the way, if I want to see your manager... how should I meet him? "

Zhang Datong was stunned for a long time with his mouth open, then regained his composure and stared straight at the man.

"...Real or false? Which shelter are you from?"

As if guessing that he would be suspicious, the man sighed and rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, revealing the slightly faded VM.

"Shelter No. 70, manages Sun Yue Pond."

However, what he didn't expect was that when the stall owner saw him taking out the VM, instead of being surprised, his jaw dropped to the ground, and he quickly lost interest.

"Hey, what does this thing mean?" Zhang Datong glanced disdainfully, and his doubtful expression turned into one of deep doubt, "Isn't it just a vital sign detector? There is such a thing." There are so many people there.”

Sun Yuechi was stunned, dumbfounded and was about to reason, but before he could speak, the stall owner continued.

"Suppose you are the manager, where is your powered armor?"

"Move...power armor?"

"That's right," Zhang Datong looked at him strangely, "You said you are a manager, after all you have a powered armor, right?"

Sun Yuechi looked at him blankly.

Power armor and management...

Is there an inevitable connection between the two?

Looking at him in such a miserable state, he didn't look like he could take out that thing. Zhang Datong couldn't help but have a hint of contempt in his eyes, and he was too embarrassed to tell him that they could walk around in power armor without turning on the power.

"Forget it, I guess you can't take it out either...then you should have a mount, right?"

"I..." Sun Yuechi blushed so hard that he couldn't say a word.

Not wanting to embarrass this guy, Zhang Datong waved his hand.

"Damn it, I've seen people like you a lot. Every now and then, someone buys a blue coat and comes here to lie, claiming to be a shelter resident. Hey, he calls himself a manager. This is the first time I've seen him. I Just think of it as bragging and find someone else to brag about, I don’t have time for you.”

Sun Yuechi suppressed the words that came to his lips, glared at the playful and smiling stall owner, turned around and walked away with his suitcase.

By the way, why do the residents here feel so stupid?

Fortunately, he had expected it when he heard the rumors about the alliance, but he didn't expect it to be anything more than that.

What was thinking in his mind, Sun Yuechi stopped as he walked to the entrance of the trading station, and suddenly changed his mind to visit the manager directly.

Maybe...

That stupid guy is right.

It's better to go to that highway town hotel to buy a newspaper, as he said, and secretly observe what's going on here, and then make a decision...

…

Meanwhile, not far from the trading post, there is a road town hotel.

Wearing an apron, Lisa walked through the crowd, placed the tray full of beer on the wooden table, and hurried to the kitchen.

Seeing the little girl busy with her business, Old Hook couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

At first, he just sympathized with this little girl's miserable life experience, but after getting along with her for a long time, he unconsciously regarded her as his daughter.

It turns out that he has no children.

Taking advantage of Lisa's break, he stopped the industrious little girl and handed a small bag of silver coins to her hand.

"I want you to take a few days off, starting from tomorrow. This is your salary for this month. You can come back to work after the celebration is over in three days."

Lisa was stunned for a moment and asked in a low voice in fear.

"Is there anything I can't do?"

Old Hook grinned.

"No, on the contrary, you work as a laborer, and that's why you need to rest more. What's the point of making money if you don't spend it? Go buy yourself some clothes. Everyone in the refugee home is staring at you. As for me, I don’t want to be called a boss who exploits his employees.”

In order to prevent the poor rescued people from being exploited by unscrupulous bosses, the Alliance Home for Refugees will regularly visit the rescued persons who have obtained Alliance resident status.

This is a measure proposed by shelter residents.

It is said that the reason was that those nosy blue jackets discovered that a certain black-hearted enterprise had recruited a large number of "supervise" workers with ulterior motives, and exploited their desire to become Alliance residents to exploit them without any bottom line.

This includes, but is not limited to, refusing to implement the manager’s declaration at the Victory Day celebration, continuing to exploit workers in accordance with the old laws, and making them work on the production line for twelve consecutive hours without overtime pay.

And the final result was also very satisfying. The manager said that he had to do it and let the guy get out, which even made the headlines of "Daily Survivor".

Soon after this, there were more return visits to the refugee home.

Of course, Old Hook was not worried about a return visit from the refugee home, nor was he worried about any bad rumors being spread. After all, he had never done anything untoward.

He just thinks that she should live a sunnier life at her age. If he has children, he will hope that his children will be like her.

Ah...living in the sunshine.

What a luxurious wish.

Old Hook suddenly felt a little emotional in his heart. This was not the first time. He even forgot that he was living in the wasteland.

With the old man's intention in mind, Lisa held the money bag in her hand and whispered.

"But... won't the celebration be too busy? Doesn't it really matter if I'm not here?"

"No," Old Hook smiled and waved his hand, indicating that she didn't have to worry about it, "I'll ask a few temporary workers to help."

Sitting on the bar, drinking beer, Debt burped and raised his shaking right hand.

"Can I sign up first? Or tell me when the task will be sent out, and I'm ready to grab the order."

Recognizing this regular customer, Old Hook smiled and cursed.

"You? I can't afford it. I also want to leave some money for myself for retirement."

He was lying next to the wine bottle and said with a sullen expression.

"Twenty percent off...oh no, fifty percent off, someone can give me a job, anything is fine, as long as I can make money."

Lao Bai patted his shoulder and said with a smile.

"What's wrong, brother? Are you down?"

Irena looked at him with a funny face while eating lizard tail skewers.

"No, how much money can you spend on your love?"

"Get lost."

The debtor's big eyes turned red, as if he knew that these guys must be trying to blackmail him, so he fought back first, but he had no intention of saying where he wasted his money.

However, his brother, the construction worker, did not hide it for him and told him with a smile.

"This guy bought over a hundred Gnawers."

More than a hundred gnawers? !

After hearing this, everyone was shocked.

"Boy Tuo... your intelligence attributes are not low."

"A hundred gnawers have a hammer."

"Ten thousand silver coins..." Fang Chang touched his chin, thought for a moment and said, "The statue is not that expensive... it won't cost him everything."

The price of a light cavalry exoskeleton is indeed not that expensive for experienced A-test players, and it is only of moderate value at best.

In this game, the silver coin income increases simultaneously with the contribution level and serial level.

Irena also looked at the big eyes lying on the table suspiciously, always feeling that love was not that simple.

Sure enough, the construction guy continued to talk with a playful smile.

"It's fine if it's just like this, but can my big-eyed brother accept that his subordinates are all mentally retarded? That's obviously not possible! So this brother equipped each gnawer with a gun, although it was an iron tube rifle. , but 7mm bullets have to cost money, right?”

"Well, that's true." Irena did the math and realized that this was indeed not a small sum.

"Really?" The construction worker shrugged and continued, "And you know, the gnawer usually just stands there stupidly and doesn't move, so he can barely maintain the balance of organic matter... According to his method of starting with a sudden glance. , Not only do they have to provide ammunition for those who eat it, but they also have to solve their nutritional problems. "

"Stop talking, I'm just a second-timer." The debtor covered his face with his big eyes, almost crying.

The boy at the construction site hadn't had enough fun with Brick yet, so he chuckled and hooked his shoulder.

"No, brother, I'm not done yet."

The big-eyed debtor pushed this guy's hand away.

"Get out! I don't have a brother like you!"

Lao Bai: "Hahaha!"

Everyone sitting in front of the bar was talking and laughing. Seeing that they had a good relationship, Lisa couldn't help but purse her lips while holding the dinner plate.

However, happiness in this world is always equal.

Some people are happy, and some people are worried.

Just when everyone was talking and laughing and helping Big Eyes to express his feelings, a surprised exclamation suddenly sounded in the luxurious standard room of the backyard annex.

"What?! They don't sell it anymore?!"

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(Sorry guys, I missed it that day, but I still managed to catch up T.T)