This Game is Too Real Chapter 645

  Chapter 645 I am really a manager!

  In the trading post in Dawn City, there were endless shouts and caravans passing through the gate, bustling from day to night.

  The ruts of different thicknesses formed a criss-cross chessboard on the ground, and a variety of rare treasures were piled up on the stalls to form hills.

Among them are eight-packed octopus-style manipulators produced by Jushi Military Industry, clocks and jewelry produced by Hump Kingdom, general-purpose bionic maids and attendants imported from Ideal City, and even exotic spices from the Far Sea Continent and legion production soap.

  In short, there are only goods here that you can't think of, and there is nothing you can't buy.

  A long time ago, the market in Dawn City changed its business model. While retaining the official commodity trading point operated by the alliance, it leased the expanded trading space to individuals.

  The tenants of the stalls include local merchants, residents of the refuge, and foreign merchants.

   From the time when the tide hadn't started, the place gradually became lively as the winter passed.

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

   "Is there any happy event recently?"

  Stopping in front of a booth, the man in a gray long-collar coat looked up at the decorations hanging in front of the booth, and asked a casual question.

  His complexion is slightly darker, with deep wrinkles on his brows and the corners of his eyes. He looks weather-beaten, and he is carrying a suitcase in his hand.

  The stall owner took a look at his appearance, only thought that this person was a bit unfamiliar, presumably he must be a merchant from far away, so he said with a smile.

   "My lord manager led us to overcome the tide. Three days later, a victory celebration will be held here. This is our old tradition. By the way, is this your first time here?"

   "That's not true, but 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 had read the wrong map."

  Look at his ignorance, the stall owner said with a smile.

   "That was several years ago! Now this area is under the control of the Alliance, and it is no longer the wilderness a few years ago."

  Although he hasn't been back here for many years, the man seems to be no stranger to the word alliance, apparently he has heard rumors about this area elsewhere.

"I've heard that the manager of Vault 404 led his residents to build a prosperous utopia on the wasteland. Not only did they want to unite all the survivors who suffered, but they also vowed to end the era of the wasteland as their life. ideal..."

  The stall owner smiled embarrassedly.

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

  The man said.

   "Southern Seas."

  The stall owner looked at him in surprise.

   "Southern sea area? Is it... a small island in the south? I heard that the scenery there is good."

  It was too far away, and Haiya Province and Jinchuan Province were in turmoil, so he really didn't know much about it.

  The man smiled wryly, and said with a helpless expression.

   "If you call sea beasts that can stir up waves tens of meters high as scenery... then you should like that place."

  The stall owner made a haha, and said embarrassedly.

   "Haha, it seems that every family has their own hard-to-read scriptures... If you don't count the brood in the city center, the biggest guy here is the one who manages your lord's mount."

  The man froze for a while.

   "Sit on... a mount?"

"A death claw," said the stall owner with a proud expression on his face, as if the person riding the death claw was himself, "even the mighty death claw is crawling under his feet, this There's nothing on the planet he can't defeat... including the brood in the city center!"

  The man couldn't help but twitched his eyebrows. He wanted to laugh but felt impolite, so he thought it was because you were less knowledgeable.

  But the stall owner had a sentence that caught his attention.

   "What do you mean he defeated the hive in the city center...?"

  The stall owner said proudly.

   "It literally means that he killed the guy who couldn't even win the War Construction Committee, not only this year's wave, but there will be no more in the future."

  The man stared dumbfounded and opened his jaw slightly.

   Killed...

  How to kill that thing? !

He has been studying Mutated Slime Mold for some years. The thing that has changed is that as long as there is a little bit of scum left, it will pop up endlessly, and every rebirth will make it more difficult than the last time. .

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

  Seeing that the man stood there in a daze for a long time without speaking, and kept asking questions, without any intention of buying anything, the stall owner gradually lost interest in continuing to chat with him.

   But after all, he opened the door for business, and he was too embarrassed to drive people away directly out of the idea of ​​not offending others, so he reminded him "in good faith".

"If you want to know about Dawn City, I suggest you buy the latest newspaper, then go to the Road Town Hotel at the entrance, order a beer and sit down. No one will take care of you in the lobby there all day long, and there will never be a shortage The person to chat with... The stories I heard from those mercenary merchants are much more exciting than the ones I heard here, especially the lame old Hook. 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 that he was going to say goodbye.

   "You're welcome, my name is Zhang Datong. If you need wholesale hardware tools or automatic rifles, you can find me... By the way, what do you do?"

   "I'm a manager." The man said honestly.

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

"Uh...but it's not the manager here," seeing the dull expression on the stall owner's face, the man suddenly remembered something, and said helplessly, "I don't mean to offend, although I know that the manager has special meaning to you, but in this world There are actually more shelters on the Internet than you think. By the way, if I want to meet your administrator...how can I meet him?"

  Zhang Datong was stunned for a long time with his mouth open, then he collected himself and stared at the man.

   "...Really or not? Which Vault are you from?"

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

   "Vault No. 70, manager Sun Yuechi."

  However, what he didn't expect was that the moment the stall owner saw him take out the VM, instead of dropping his jaw in surprise, he quickly lost interest.

"Hey, what does this thing mean?" Zhang Datong glanced at his mouth with disdain, and his expression of suspicion turned into deep suspicion, "Isn't it just a vital sign detector? There are many people with this thing. 's gone."

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

   "Even if you are a manager, what about your power armor?"

   "Moving...power armor?"

   "That's right," Zhang Datong looked at him strangely, "You said you were a manager, at least you have a power armor?"

  Sun Yuechi looked at him blankly.

  Power armor and managers…

  Is there an inevitable connection between the two?

  Looking at his down-and-out bear, Zhang Datong couldn't help but look at him with a hint of contempt in his eyes, and he didn't even have the nerve to tell him that their managers can walk around wearing power armor without turning on the power.

   "Forget it, I guess you can't get it out...there should be a mount?"

   "I..." Sun Yuechi blushed from holding back, unable to speak a word.

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

"Okay, okay, I've seen a lot of people like you. Every so often, someone buys a blue coat and comes here to cheat, saying that he is a refuge resident. Hey, it's the first time I've seen someone who claims to be a manager. I Just treat it like you're bragging, find someone else to brag about, I don't have time to accompany you."

  Sun Yuechi held back the words that came to his lips, glared at the stall owner with a hippie smile, turned and walked away with his suitcase in his hand.

   By the way, the residents here feel so stupid.

  Fortunately, when he first heard the rumors of the alliance, he was looking forward to it, but he didn't expect it to be nothing more than that.

  Thinking of something in his mind, Sun Yuechi stopped at the entrance of the trading station, and suddenly changed his mind to visit the manager directly.

  Maybe…

   That dumb guy was right.

   Why don't you go to the road town hotel to buy a newspaper as he said, secretly observe what's going on here, and then make a decision...

   At the same time, the road town hotel not far from the trading post.

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

  Seeing the little girl busy, 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 for a long time, he unconsciously regarded her as his own daughter.

   It happens that he has no children.

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

   "I want you to rest for a few days, start tomorrow, this is your salary for this month, and come back to work after the celebration is over in three days."

   Lisa froze for a moment, then asked in a low voice in fear.

   "Is there something I'm not doing well?"

  Old Hook grinned.

"No, on the contrary, you are doing very well, and that's why you need to rest more. If you earn money and don't spend it, what's the point? Go buy some new clothes for yourself, the people in the refugee home are all staring at me Well, I don't want to be called a boss who squeezes his employees."

  In order to prevent the rescued poor people from being oppressed by unscrupulous bosses, the alliance's home for refugees will regularly return visits to the rescued people who have obtained the status of alliance residents.

  This is a move proposed by the shelter residents.

   It is said that the cause was that those nosy blue coats discovered that a certain black-hearted company recruited a large number of "supervised" workers with ulterior motives, and used their desire to become union residents to squeeze them bottomlessly.

  Including but not limited to refusing to implement the manager's declaration at the Victory Day celebration, continuing to exploit workers in accordance with the old law, making them work on the production line for twelve hours without overtime pay.

   And the final result was very satisfying. The manager did what he said and let the guy get out. This matter even made the headlines of "Survivor Daily".

  Shortly after this, the refugee home added a return visit system.

  Of course, Old Hook is not worried about the return visit of the refugee home, nor is he worried about any bad rumors, after all, he thinks he has never done anything wrong.

  He just felt that at her age, she should live a brighter life. If he had children, he would hope that his children would be like hers.

   Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

  What an extravagant 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.

  Received the old man's kindness, Lisa held the money bag in her palm and said in a low voice.

   "But... won't the celebration be very busy? Is it really okay if I'm not here?"

   "It's okay," Old Hook smiled and waved his hands, signaling that she shouldn't care. "I'll ask a few temporary workers to help."

   Sitting at the bar drinking beer, Lian Dayan hiccupped and raised his dangling right hand.

   "Can I sign up first? Or tell me when the task will be sent, so I can grab the order."

  I recognize this regular customer, Old Hook scolded with a smile.

   "You? I can't afford it, and I want to save some money for my retirement."

   Lian Dayan, who was lying next to the wine bottle, said with a sad face.

   "20% off... Oh no, 50% off, someone will give me a job, anything, as long as it can make money."

  Old Bai patted his shoulder and said with a smile.

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

   Irena, who was eating a lizard tail skewer, looked at him with a funny face.

   "No way, how much can you spend on that little hobby?"

   "Fuck off."

  The debtor's big eyes turned red, as if he knew that these dogs must be trying to blackmail him, so he took the first step and turned back, but he didn't have the nerve to say where he wasted all the money.

  But his good brother, the construction site guy, didn't hide it for him, and said it with a smile.

   "This guy bought over a hundred nibblers."

   More than a hundred nibblers? !

  After hearing this, everyone was shocked.

   "Good guy... your intelligence attribute is not low."

   "A hundred nibblers with a hammer."

   "Ten thousand silver coins..." Fang Chang touched his chin, thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't seem to be that expensive...it won't cost him anything."

  The price of a light cavalry exoskeleton is really not that expensive for veteran players of the A test, and it is only moderate at most.

  The silver coin income in this game increases synchronously with the contribution level and sequence level.

  Irena also looked suspiciously at Big Eye lying on the table, feeling that things were not that simple.

   Sure enough, the construction site guy continued to disrupt the stage with a playful smile.

"It's fine if it's just like this, but can my big-eyed brother accept that his subordinates are a group of mentally retarded? Obviously not! So this brother equips each nibbler with a gun, although it is an iron-barreled rifle , but 7mm bullets have to cost money, right?"

   "Uh, that's true." Irena calculated, this is indeed not a small sum.

"Really?" The construction site guy shrugged and continued, "And as you know, the nibbler usually just stands there stupidly, so that he can barely maintain the balance of the organic matter... according to his startled play , not only have to supply the ammunition consumption of those eaters, but also solve their nutritional problems."

   "Okay, don't talk about it, I'm a second-hander." Liaobi covered his face with his big eyes, and was about to cry.

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

   "Don't, brother, I haven't finished yet."

   Lian Dayan pushed the guy's hand away.

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

  Old Bai: "Hahaha!"

  The people sitting in front of the bar were talking and laughing. Seeing that they had a good relationship, Lisa, who was holding the dinner plate, couldn't help pursing her lips.

  However, happiness in this world is always equal.

  Some people are happy, others are worried.

   Just as everyone was talking and laughing to help Dayan come up with bad ideas, a surprised exclamation suddenly sounded in the luxurious standard room in the backyard annex.

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

   (Sorry guys, I was late today, but luckily caught up with T.T)

  (end of this chapter)

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