This Game is Too Real Chapter 252

   Chapter 252

   Grey Squirrel Clothing Store.

   There were two burning woods in the fireplace, and Schell, wrapped in an old leather jacket, was dozing off with his shoes on the moldy wooden table.

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

   Yet he was not worried that he would go bankrupt.

   The same is true in previous years.

   In winter, only mice will visit his closet, but it doesn't matter, as long as the winter passes, the street outside will be crowded with people, and business here will soon recover.

   Even predators who have degenerated into primitive people will find a pair of pants to wear.

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

   The wastelanders who come and go here, as long as they come to this market, they can see the sign of his house at a glance.

  The clothes with two or three chips are the most popular, even the workers in the factory next door can afford them, 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. There are even sewn bullet holes and cuts. The cheap ones are not even seamed at all.

The guards of the caravan or the mercenaries from other places usually make a lot of money. The leather jackets and jeans hanging on the shelves are prepared for them, some from the garment factory in the industrial area, and some from the tailor's shop. of.

   After all, for these people who travel from south to north, it will be a problem whether they will come here next year, and no one will carry those plastic pieces in their pockets.

  Before leaving, they would exchange their chips for cigarettes, wine, bullets, or even gold and silver or Legionnaires' dinars.

   In addition, clothes are also a good choice.

   As for now?

  Winter has just ended, and the streets are full of poor ghosts looking for jobs. For him, who opened the door to do business, it was naturally a time to recharge.

   Sil was hugging from side to side in a dream, but at this moment, the cold wind suddenly rolled through the crack of the door, making him wake up with a jolt.

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

   Sil squinted his sleepless eyes and carefully looked at the five men who came in outside.

   The one who walked in the front was not very old, 16 or 17 years old, but he had probably been on the battlefield. He had a gunshot wound on his arm, and his childish face hid a sharp edge.

  It's nothing, who hasn't seen a gun here?

   But the four people in the back are incredible, and they have an aura unique to the Awakened.

   It's just that the look on his face that he hasn't seen the world and looks around, somewhat destroys his stereotype of the Awakened.

   Seeing that the fire in the fireplace was out, Ye Shi couldn't help but shout.

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

  Sil was stunned for a moment, not understanding this dialect that came from somewhere.

"what are you saying?"

   The man who walked in front said immediately.

   "He said your fireplace was off."

"You don't need to remind me, I know... I don't need money for firewood, and this is not outside the city." Seale muttered angrily, 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 coats? Leather jackets? Or... want to buy some bargains?"

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

   Seale's eyes narrowed slightly, but he recognized the things on these people's arms.

   I was distracted just now and didn't realize that these people are actually blue jackets?

   That's amazing!

   Those blue gophers not only awakened, but actually put on wastelander clothes?

   Don't their coats grow on them?

   "We don't buy it, we want to sell it. I heard that we want clothes here?" Fang Chang said a long list in his native language in a stumbling couplet.

  The boss obviously didn't understand.

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

   After listening to this sentence, Xier immediately frowned.

"Sell?"

   "What are you doing here to sell clothes to me, isn't there a store next door to collect used clothes?"

   Seeing that these people are not customers, Seale's expression instantly became cold, and he became impatient at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  The clothes of the dead are all wholesaled by weighing, and he has no scales here.

   "The price given there is too low, we agreed that this is an insult to the artwork!" Xu Shun skillfully relayed Fang Chang's words, and this time he even imitated his indignant tone.

   Seale sneered, thinking that a group of hillbillies from outside could understand what art is.

   Originally wanted to ridicule them and send them out, but he suddenly thought of the VMs those people were carrying, and pressed the idea down again.

  Blue jacket.

   They are blue coats.

   Seale's eyes rolled.

   As we all know, the people outside Boulder are hillbillies.

   But that doesn't include the tycoon merchants from the Province of the Clouds, or the blue jackets in those sanctuaries.

   Although the latter is a bit silly, any "civilized person" has to admit that they are a group of lucky people who were born in heaven.

   stretched out his wrinkled hand, and Seale opened the drawer, took out the brass-colored glasses, and hung them on the bridge of his nose.

"Let me see."

  Xu Shun looked at Fang Chang, who moved his eyes away 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.

   "Look at how much you can give."

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

   "Devil silk?!"

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

   He had heard that the ten rolls of cloth had just appeared at the trading post and were divided up by a group of quick-witted people.

   In the end, he didn't know who the devil cloth was transferred to. Anyway, many tailors were asking where the delicate cloth came from.

   But soon, the excitement in his eyes dimmed.

   "Clothes already made? Are these all? Don't you have that kind of bales of fabric?"

   Xu Shun: "That's all."

   "It's a pity." With a regretful expression on his face, Seale sighed, "What a waste of good things."

   Xu Shun frowned.

   "Isn't the clothes already made good?"

"No matter how good the fabric is, it must be used in the right place," Seale shook his head. "Yes, devil silk is very rare and strong, whether it is used to make luxurious clothes, or used to make ropes or protective gear. material, but…”

   Said, Xier reached out and pulled out a piece of clothing from the package, and shook it in front of Xu Shun with a speechless expression.

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

  The white and silky texture, the skirt and cuffs are carefully sculpted, and it does look like an indescribable sense of dignity.

   However, the problem is that this dress has only the front, the back is only stitched 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 for a moment, but before he could speak, the players behind him who were reading the subtitles were already shouting angrily.

   "Damn it! This **** doesn't know the goods!"

   "That's it! Such a beautiful long dress!"

   "Hey, I want to see Ya Ya wear it once in my dreams..."

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

   Dress? ? ?

   Xu Shun bit the bullet and answered.

   "This is a dress..."

"There are too many leaks in the back! Just a few ropes, what's the difference between wearing nothing?" Xier sneered and said, "The nobles in the inner city don't like such revealing clothes, which will make them at the party. Shame on you!"

   Xu Shun's expression was a little subtle.

   Honestly.

   He also felt that the clothes showed a little too much.

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

   is not questioning the taste of these shelter residents, he just thinks it would be perfect if he could cut the piece from the skirt and sew it on the back...

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

   Gully made a guess.

   "Maybe it's the people in the inner city to show the difference from the outer city?"

   Fang Chang: "Maybe it is."

   Ye Shi sighed.

   "Hey, it's not good for Miss Fujiteng to be a teacher."

  Old Bai: "Speaking of which, this dress...was not sold at the outpost, right?"

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

   Gu Feng thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Indeed, I remember that this dress was hung in the rattan hut for a while."

  This game can't register a trumpet, and you can't change your gender. Everyone knows each other on the Internet, so it's unexpectedly reserved in the game.

   Change to another game...

   I'm afraid it's already worn by the old man.

  Ye Ten: "Maybe it's too cold? It's really not suitable to wear this thing in winter."

  Wind: "There is heating in the shelter, do you think this is a valid reason?"

  Ye Ten: "Uh, okay."

   Fang Chang sighed.

   "Very well, now the most potential seed players have been eliminated, ignoring those unreliable things, we have four cards left in our hand... er, three cards."

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

what a pity.

   I hope Miss Teng Teng will not be depressed.

   Just when Ye Shi was thinking about how to tell Fujito the bad news, the boss sitting behind the counter suddenly said another word.

   "What is this thing?"

Gloves?

   Sil muttered and pulled out a white stocking from the package.

   After researching for a while, I probably had never seen such long and straight socks, so I rolled up my sleeves and put them directly on my furry arms.

The four little players in the    clothing store almost spat out a mouthful of old blood when they saw it.

   "Fuck!"

   "Lao Tzu's eyes!"

   "Tell him," Fang Chang hurriedly pulled Xu Shun, his tone was so excited that he almost didn't shout, "That thing is a sock."

   Xu Shun was stunned for a moment, and quickly relayed Fang Chang's words.

"sock?"

   Seale was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and took off his shoes while muttering. The four little players couldn't bear it any longer, so they rushed up and snatched the things from his hands.

   "Go away!"

   "If you don't buy it, don't touch it!"

   "That's it! You're sullying art!"

   With question marks written all over Seale's face, he scratched his head, thinking that he didn't do anything, why these people's reactions were so big.

   What a bunch of rude guys!

   Xu Shun embarrassedly wanted to dig out four rooms and one living room on the ground with his toes.

   To be honest, he is also confused, and this time it was a VM assist, so he didn't know how to translate it.

   The manager is on top!

   I beg you to change someone to do this work.

   He would rather fight bayonets with marauders in the trenches, and fight mutants behind cover, and he really doesn't want to be an interpreter!

   "Let's go, there's no one we're looking for here."

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

   "Yes, what a waste of time!"

  Ye Shi bundled up the package and threw it into Fang Chang's hands. The latter threw it on his shoulders neatly, turned his head and walked out the door.

   Seeing that several players were leaving, Xu Shun heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that it was finally over, and hurriedly followed.

"Wait a moment."

   Seeing that they put away their things and were going to leave, Xier hurriedly stopped them.

   The group stopped.

   Seeing five pairs of eyes looking over, Xier coughed lightly and said.

   "Well, since you've also asked next door, no one wants these... um, art, why don't you put them here for consignment?"

   Xu Shun: "Consignment?"

   "That's right," Seale nodded, "you write the price yourself, and hang it on the shelf or window by the door."

   "If it's sold, I'll only charge 20%. If it's not sold, just take it away before you leave here."

   After all, it is made of devil silk, and it is also a rare item for blue jackets. Although the material is wasted, it still has value.

   What if it sells?

   Seale is not the kind of stubborn person.

   Anyway, there is no business right now, so if you are idle, you will be idle. You can make a stunt on the window.

   And in case these people forgot to consign their things when they left, then these things belong to him.

   This kind of thing happens from time to time.

   There was a mercenary who sold Deathclaw hides here before, and he was still an Awakened. He said he was hanging here for a week, but he didn't see anyone coming back after several months.

   After learning from the other mercenaries that the guy was dead, Seale happily sold the dead claw hide to the big boss in the inner city.

  The 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 much of it, just stared at him.

   "How do we trust you?"

"My friend, this is Boulder City. It's different from the outside! The agreement signed in black and white, as long as the fence is not there, anyone has to recognize it. And my shop is here, can I still escape?" , "You four awakened ones, are you afraid of me, an ordinary person?"

   sounds plausible.

   Xu Shun looked at the four players behind him.

  The four small players discussed and finally reached a consensus.

   A dead horse becomes a living horse doctor. It is better to try than not to try.

   Fang Chang stepped forward, took out the most leaked evening dress, placed it on the table, and tapped with his fist.

   "Five hundred!"

   Ye Shi also came over, rummaged through the package for a while, and accurately pulled out the white knee socks that this guy had put on his hands earlier.

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

   "One hundred! No, fifty!"

  Sil: "..."

  How much are you selling?

   It's too hard to communicate with these guys.

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

   "Five hundred clothes that leak, and one hundred socks that can be worn as pants... Okay, leave me your address, I at least have to know which hotel you are staying in."

   Xu Shun walked up and left an address and signed the document. He didn't want to waste time here, so he quickly pulled the players away from here.

   "You can sell 500 for this tattered dress? 100 for a tattered sock?"

   "I really want money like crazy!"

   Watching the backs of those people disappear into the doorway, Seale sneered, but got up from the chair and walked to the window to hang things up.

   put a price tag on it, and then he set up a small blackboard beside him, and wrote on it——

  【…The unique weaving process of devil silk comes from the mysterious technology of the sanctuary. This is the only one in Boulder City. This is a unique work of art. 】

   Done!

   Seale took two steps back, read the words on the sign, and nodded with satisfaction.

  Although the communication with those blue jackets is not pleasant, people can't make it through with chips, right?

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

   out of the store.

  Ye Ten looked at the teammates beside him.

   "Is it safe to let that guy sell things for us?"

   Fang Chang shrugged.

   "There is no way, you can only sell it with your mouth."

   Ye Shi was not happy anymore.

   "Hey! You're too embarrassed to tell me, but if you miss a couple of Chinese sentences in the couplet language, will people be confused?"

   Fang Chang gave him a sideways glance.

   "Come on, you, your father can say at least two sentences, how about you? I can't even recognize the numbers!"

   "I have to take the fourth grade exam, how can I learn this stuff?"

   "The dishes are over, learn from the light, and never make excuses."

   Gale: "..."

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

   "Hey, this game is so hard..."

   He doesn't understand at all.

   is definitely a question of intelligence attributes!

   Xu Shun silently followed behind the four.

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

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

but……

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

   Hearing Fang Chang and Ye Shi quarreling, Gu Feng suddenly interjected.

   "Is it too expensive to say 500? The average salary here is less than 100 a month, right?"

  The daily salary for the work that includes food and housing is 2~3, which is more than 90 per month. Some engineers can earn ten times or even a hundred times the figure, but the number is as small as a giant panda.

"You don't understand, even if you sell 50, those ordinary people can't afford it," Fang Chang said slowly, "If that's the case, why don't you just sell it more expensive? Those who can afford it will naturally buy it, but those who can't afford it. People won't buy it even if you discount it."

   The three looked at each other.

  What the hell?

   sounds like it makes sense!

   But did this guy learn the tone of voice from mosquitoes?

   Really looks more and more like a profiteer...

   (before twelve o'clock in the next chapter)

   (end of this chapter)

Chapter end