This Game is Too Real Chapter 53

  Chapter 53 is just for the benefit of the players

   "Huh? All 30 reward points?"

   The players have been working hard recently.

Chu Guang, who turned off the computer, was about to go to bed. Before going to bed, he turned on the manager's allowance, and suddenly found that his reward points were actually 30 points, so he allocated 20 points of them to the intermediate blind box. The next 10 points were given to the primary blind box.

   However, the rewards offered are not ideal.

   At least not what he wanted.

   "A box of oral antibiotic capsules, about 12 capsules. A box of hemostatic bandages, containing two packs, can be used twice...Unfortunately, no muscle strengthening needles were prescribed."

   "Even if you give me a needle, that's fine."

   Picking up the supplies from the conveyor belt, Chu Guang sighed in his heart.

   said that it is completely useless.

   is a medium meaning.

   And the ten primary blind boxes, in addition to a bunch of colorful lollipops, are also useful as a 500ml bottle of soy sauce and a 500g bag of salt.

   But this bag of salt is a bit interesting.

   "...A single intake of more than 10g can improve immunity by 1~5% and metabolism by 1~5%, my dear, is this a legend?"

   What happens if you ingest a whole bag?

  Chu Guang had the idea of ​​stacking buffs in his mind, and soon realized how stupid this idea was.

   Consume a whole bag of salt.

   I'm afraid it's all marinated.

   "Anyway, wait until tomorrow to put it on the shelf."

  500g can be disassembled into 5X100g independent small packages, is it not too much to sell 3~5 silver coins per package?

   It's not too much to say with a good conscience! After all, it is a refined salt that contains no sulfur, no sulfate ions, and no organic impurities, the kind of white flowers, and it also has a buff bonus.

   is a bonus for players.

  Soy sauce is not very easy to divide, 100ml sealed container is not easy to find, just hang a 20 silver coin and put it on the shelf.

   Anyway, he is not a chef who plans to open a restaurant, and it is estimated that no player will buy this thing.

   "That's it, go to sleep...Xiao Qi, wake me up at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

   Xiao Qi, who was squatting in the corner and hanging on the phone, turned on the signal light.

   "Okay, Master."

  Chu Guang fell asleep not long after.

   However, Xia Yan, who was squatting in the corner of the next room, couldn't sleep.

   It's not because of someone's snoring, the sound insulation of this room is still very good, and you can hardly hear anything when you close the door.

   What really makes her toss and turn is that tomorrow will be her first day on the job.

  Is the job of this "arms store proprietress" really serious?

   Chu Guang has been feeding her "delicious food" every day for the past few days, and she always felt uneasy in her heart.

   After all, generally speaking, the treatment of prisoners is usually nutritional paste with no nutrition, or simply wood chips mixed with bark, or something else.

   Not to mention meat and porridge, it can be a normal food, thank God.

   However, in the past two days, she feels that she is about to gain weight...

   After thinking about it for a long time, it is easy to get sleepy, and Xia Yan, who was holding the script book, fell asleep unconsciously. And when she was woken up from her stupor, it was already eight in the morning.

   "Get up."

   Looking at the man standing at the door, Xia Yan rubbed his eyes, leaned against the wall and was about to stand up from the ground, when he found two walking sticks in front of him.

   "This is... for me?"

  Chu Guang is happy.

   "Who else needs this besides you here."

   In the future, if you have the conditions, let's install a bionic prosthesis for her. It's a bit miserable to look at it like this.

This guy!

   Why are you so irritating!

  Xia Yan gritted his teeth, one on each side of his two arms, crutches between his crutches, and stood up from the ground with difficulty.

  Standing aside and watching her complete the whole set of movements alone, Chu Guang nodded approvingly, very satisfied with her strong performance.

   "Yes, it seems to suit you."

   Xia Yan said stiffly with a cold face.

   "Whatever you say...I'm your captive anyway, even if you want me—"

"Okay, stop talking," Chu Guang interrupted her without hesitation, not wanting to understand this guy's brain, and continued with a light cough, "I'll arrange work for you in a while. Now, you Go outside with me first."

   The last time I breathed outside air was three days ago.

   Follow Chu Guang to the elevator and go straight to the surface.

   Looking at the sun shining in front of the sanatorium, Xia Yan subconsciously raised his left arm with a cane, his slender eyelashes narrowed, feeling that the light was a little dazzling.

   "You built the wall outside?"

  Chu Guang said casually.

   "Evaluate it."

  Xia Yan pouted.

   "Generally speaking, it can be used to deal with a few rural predators. But if it is changed to a mutant, it is estimated that it can be turned over with a foot pad, let alone a situation like a wave."

   Hearing the words he had never heard before, Chu Guang gave her one more look.

   "Wave?"

   Xia Yan said in a casual tone.

"There are things that often happen along the Third Ring Road, and you probably won't feel it here. Swarms of gnaws start to migrate from the vicinity of the Second Ring Road to the Third Ring Road, and there are many creepers among them - even more than creepers. Stronger mutants...even if I say so, you probably can't imagine it."

   Due to the huge size of the Stone City, as long as there are aliens migrating from the city to the north, they will definitely pass through this survivor fortress.

   And the war between humans and aliens is naturally inevitable.

  Although Xia Yan's mercenary team is only a marginal team, it has also participated in several missions to deal with waves.

   Acting with a large army, the risk factor is not so high, and the money for this kind of task is generally very good.

   In order to resume trade and production as soon as possible, the big men in the city often spend a lot of money to invite them to take action, and provide them with ammunition without hesitation.

   And all they had to do was pull the trigger and put their shoulders on the butt.

  Many poor people living in slums took the road of no return as mercenaries during the tide.

   "Indeed," Chu Guang nodded, "I've only seen gnaws a few times... They seem to be photophobic?"

   That was when I first came to the wasteland.

   It's almost gone...

  Xia Yan nodded.

"Yes, it's not just photophobia, but mutant hyenas, jackals, moles, bats, flies, mice and other xenomorphs don't like them very much, and they will treat them as prey when they are very hungry... So these guys often crowd the subway. Or in the sewer."

   "Generally speaking, if you see one, you see a group, and it is very dangerous to encounter them in a narrow place."

   wrote down these clues silently, and Chu Guang decided to wait a while to update the entry "Wave" in the database on the official website.

   But now is not the time to do this.

   "...From now on, this house will be your studio. I'll find someone to build a new one for you when conditions permit."

   "Anyway, just use it first."

   took Xia Yan to the door of the weapon store. Chu Guang hung the wooden sign placed at the door on the hook beside the door frame for her.

"I engraved the price on the wooden sign, and I have taught you the corresponding words. If you have any questions, you can find Xiaoqi... But it is on the third floor, so it is not easy for you to go up. My players are all Very friendly, if you don't understand what they're saying, just stare blankly at them."

   For a dead man who is not good at socializing, staring blankly is enough to kill.

   "Player?"

   Because Chu Guang used Chinese when he said the word, Xia Yan didn't understand what the word meant.

   "The translation means 'the residents of the refuge'," Chu Guang explained casually, "You don't need to remember their names, and you don't need to deeply understand the meaning of the word, just call them that."

   I always feel that it is not polite to refer to the residents of the refugee as "the residents of the refuge"...

   But Chu Guang said so, and Xia Yan had no other opinion.

   Her status is nothing but a slave, and to have a decent job is already the greatest kindness to her.

"Remember, every time you sell an item, you need to keep an account. I will check the account book and inventory every day. But the cheapest iron-barreled rifle costs hundreds of silver coins, and the 'player' can't afford it for the time being. Your job should be Not too busy. Just help me fix that assault rifle in your spare time, and make me some bullets and weapons if you can."

  Xia Yan glanced at the empty room. Apart from a table and a chair, there was only one wooden board with nails.

  There were some inferior iron pipe weapons hanging on the nails, as if she was afraid that she would forget the price, and there were also wooden tags with the price written on the bottom.

  's eyes were a little dull, Xia Yan looked at Chu Guang and couldn't help asking.

   "Are you going to let me use my fingernail to pick a gun out for you?"

  Chu Guang: "Can it be done?"

  Xia Yan: "You can do it! Even if there is no electric lathe, there must be a workbench that can be manually operated, right?!"

   There are often mercenaries who cannot find the bullets and accessories they need on the shelves of the store because they use DIY weapons. At this time, they usually go to some small and medium-sized studios that make machine parts or precision instruments, rent workbenches there, and process what they need.

Because of poverty, Xia Yan has made weapons and bullets by himself. Although he can't afford high-end intelligent automatic processing machine tools that "input is made", it is not difficult to make these things with some affordable electric machine tools, and it does not cost much. time.

   But the situation in front of her was beyond her imagination.

   Forget about the electric machine, there is no electricity and no bed. Not to mention various types of tools, not even the most basic turning tools, boring tools, and milling tools.

   This can be a ghost weapon!

  Chu Guang didn't care about her complaints and continued speaking lightly.

   "So, say it when you need it, don't let me guess."

"Now I ask you to make a list and write down the things you need. It's best to simply draw what they look like. If you can find them, I will let the players try to help you find them. If you really can't find them, I will Find a way to buy them... by the way, remember to write down their prices, I don't want to waste money."

Xia Yan: "Turning tools, boring tools, milling tools, pliers and hammers are the most basic ones. In addition, I need a groove with threads and scales... Forget it, I still draw it. Bar."

   "A picture is the best, you can draw as much detail as possible, maybe my players can make it."

  Chu Guang took out the paper, pen and a wooden ruler, and handed them to Xia Yan.

   After the latter took it, he frowned, and with the help of memory, he began to write and draw on the paper.

  Chu Guang did not urge her.

   It is not easy to draw these things so that others can understand, especially for an unprofessional mercenary.

   But doesn't everything start from the first time?

After   Xia Yan finished drawing, Chu Guang took the drawing and filled in two lines of words, then went to the warehouse and found the player on duty sitting at the wooden table.

   handed him the paper in his hand, Chu Guangyan said concisely.

   "I need these things on paper."

   "If someone comes here to sell something, you tell them for me and let them pay attention when picking up waste."

   "When you have nothing to do, you can copy it according to this drawing, help me draw a few more, paste it on the door, and send one to the steel blast furnace."

   The work of the warehouse administrator also serves as the publisher of collection and production tasks. After all, it is too troublesome to send tasks one by one.

   The player took the paper and looked at it, his eyes widened.

  【Task: Forge or collect a turning tool (with photo)】

  【Reward: 10 Silver, 100 Contribution】

  10 credits!

  I rely on it!

   is equivalent to burning cement for one day!

   If you can pick it up, wouldn't you be rich? !

   There seems to be more than one task, the same type also has boring cutters, milling cutters and so on.

   And no matter how greedy the player sitting in the warehouse manager position was, after Chu Guang explained his work, he turned around and left.

  Although the quest says forging or collecting, to be honest, he doesn't have great hopes for players picking up such good things from the wasteland.

   Not to mention that it is now 211 years of the Wasteland Era. Before the outbreak of the nuclear war, the pre-war society did not necessarily use such "primitive" processing tools. Maybe people have already popularized more advanced means of production.

   Such as 3D printing.

  Although the technology of the earth in the 21st century is not yet mature, who can say good things about the future?

   What Chu Guang really looks forward to is that his lovely players can solve this problem with the limited tools and materials at hand.

   For example, the big brothers who often exchange metallurgical technologies on the forum are all on the list of the third batch of beta test players, and a few more are added in the fourth batch.

   In addition to the people who talk on paper, he believes that among these players, there are always one or two people who can really solve the problem.

   (end of this chapter)

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