This Game Is Too Realistic

The caravan from Honghe Town arrived earlier than planned.

After hearing the news of the demise of the Blood Hand Clan, these merchants only took two and a half days to rush to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

The longer the time goes on, the colder the weather becomes, and the probability of survival of the captives will also decrease. They need to transport the captives back to Red River Town before they freeze to death and sell them to suitable buyers.

If more than half of them die on the way back, there won’t be much money to be made from this trip...

Braving the heavy snowfall, the dusty caravan arrived at the gate of the abandoned tire factory.

Signaling the team behind him to stop, a man wearing a cotton coat and a semi-automatic rifle hanging on his chest came out.

Looking up at Chu Guang and Hai En standing on the gate, he said in a loud voice.

"I am an employee of Horseshoe Trading Company. All the goods you want are here!"

Hain's bodyguard named Wen is also in the caravan.

However, his identity did not allow him to interrupt here, so he just stood next to the yak carrying supplies, cleaning the magazine of the revolver rifle, and passing the boring time.

"Hold on."

Chu Guang made a gesture, then looked at the players aside.

Players who had been waiting impatiently for the plot saw the manager and immediately turned the winch with a groan and opened the wooden village door.

As the door opened, a group of looter captives walked out of the dungeon dejectedly under the custody of 4 players.

"Be honest!"

"Don't dawdle!"

In fact, these marauders didn't bother, but the players just wanted to shout something, otherwise they always felt that something was missing.

Due to the language barrier, these predator captives could not understand what these blue coats were saying. They could only feel it from the shaking muzzle of the gun, probably urging them forward.

Looking at the yak team at the entrance of the village and the horseshoe-shaped badge, many Marauder veterans had already guessed their own ending, with a look of deathly despair on their faces.

There were only a few young predators who looked confused, not knowing where they would be taken and what their fate would be.

The players holding rifles were talking quietly to the side.

Some of them had died in battle just a few days ago, and now they were alive.

Makabazi: "There are a few prisoners here who look familiar."

Debt-eyed: "Hey, who killed you?"

Makabazi: "You know, it's so dark, and the bullets are flying so fast, I don't think it's necessarily the mastermind behind it. Damn! I get so angry just thinking about it, why am I dead?"

Debt-eyed: "Okay, you can finish it with just one sentence, and no one despises you. Your teammates made up for it, do you think you won't check the gun holes afterwards?"

Makabazi: "Dede, don't talk about this anymore... Tell me, where will these plunderers be sent?"

Debt-minded: "It seems that the manager is planning to sell them to Honghe Town."

Makabazi: "Red River Town?"

Debt-eyed: "It's in the official website settings, haven't you read it? It's the landfill in Qingquan City. The slaves sold there will be sent to the mines and mined until they die."

"Tsk, tsk, it's too miserable..." Makabazi rolled his eyes and suddenly had a whim, "But then again, if I sell myself there and then commit suicide, wouldn't I be able to have a prostitute for nothing?"

Hearing this saucy operation, Lidou Dayan was shocked.

"Damn it, where are you leaving this bug?"

Although the crimes they committed were enough to be hanged on the gallows ten times, Chu Guang still retained their basic human rights, allowing them to keep their clothes and shoes, eat meat of unknown composition in the warehouse, and use a small amount of bandages to carry out their crimes. Simple bandage.

This was not done out of pity.

He was simply worried that too many of these people would die, which would affect his income.

The best days for these people are yet to come.

"30?" The leading man counted the number of prisoners, looked at Chu Guang and asked, "Why is there one missing?"

"Maybe he froze to death."

Chu Guang, who came down from the village gate, looked back casually and saw a player dragging a body with broken legs out of the dungeon.

Seeing that the numbers matched, the leading man nodded and didn't say anything. He just called on the guards behind him to help unload the goods.

The sooner the deal is completed, the sooner they can go home.

…

According to the agreement between Chu Guang and Haien, each prisoner, regardless of disability, would be exchanged for goods of equal value at the standard of twenty kilograms of coarse salt.

One of the 31 prisoners died, counting 30, totaling 600 kilograms of coarse salt.

Here, coarse salt is the specialty of Honghe Town and the general equivalent in transactions between the two parties.

It was useless for Chu Guang to ask for so much coarse salt, so in addition to 200 kilograms of coarse salt, the remaining 400 kilograms of coarse salt were replaced with some specialties from Honghe Town.

These included 30 revolver rifles, eight boxes with a total of more than 4,000 rounds of handmade bullets rolled into copper sheets, a large number of copper ingots, zinc ingots, chromium ingots, and strong oxidants such as potassium permanganate.

The former meets the defense needs of the outpost, while the latter is the raw material that drives the industrial development of the outpost.

In addition, there are also some hardware parts used in processing machinery, as well as some mechanical parts such as gears and transmission shafts. These are mainly prepared for the proprietress of the weapon shop.

Although a few small metallurgical players can also make it by hand, the problem of steelmaking has not been solved, and the strength of the material has always been a flaw.

The quality of the hand-ground knives can only be said to be hard to describe. They are fine for daily use, but the wear and tear in actual use is surprisingly high, and they even need to be replaced every few days.

So much so that Chu Guang wondered several times whether Xia Yan did it deliberately just to be lazy.

Although the industrial capacity of Honghe Town is not as good as that of Boulder City, there is still no problem in producing some processing tools, and the quality is not bad.

This time Chu Guang deliberately bought a few more sets, and there should be no problem in using them in the coming spring.

In order to transport these goods, Horseshoe Trading Company mobilized a total of ten mutated yaks, and also provided eight gunners with revolver rifles as escorts.

Looking at the people unloading the goods, Chu Guang glanced at Hain next to him and said.

"Speaking of which, that man said he was an employee of Horseshoe Company. Are they your colleagues?"

Hain explained with a smile.

"Although we are all employees of Horseshoe Firm, employees like me may be slightly different from what you think of as an employee. To put it simply, our relationship with the firm is more like cooperation than employment. What you see The caravan guard and the yaks are the property of the trading company, and the goods were purchased with our own money as employees."

Chu Guang's heart moved.

"Bought it from a merchant?"

Hai En glanced at Chu Guang in surprise, as if he was surprised that he actually knew, nodded and said.

"That's right, our goods are all purchased from the commercial bank, and the sellers are basically the clients of the commercial bank... except this time. We will reconcile every transaction, deducting the cost of purchasing goods and hiring guards, and we also We need to give 60% of the profits to the commercial bank.”

This sounds a bit like a franchisee system.

Purchasing, logistics and even customer relations are all handled by the "headquarters", while merchants like Xiang Haien are like franchisees.

In this way, even if the business loses money, Horseshoe Trading Company does not need to bear any risks, and the losses are entirely the franchisee's own.

And if the transaction makes a profit, the commercial bank will take 60% of the profit.

No, even if it is a loss, it is still a profit for the trading house.

After all, all "franchisees" get goods from commercial banks. It is certainly impossible for commercial banks to sell these goods to franchisees at cost prices, and part of the profits must be withheld.

Thinking of this, Chu Guang couldn't help but sigh.

These natives are still good at cutting leeks.

Compared with them, I am simply too kind!

However, I can learn from this trading model in the future.

For example, it is used in running business systems.

…

"Goodbye, my friends, I hope I can have a pleasant business with you next spring!"

The delivery of the goods was finally completed. Haien and his two bodyguards stood beside the caravan and took off their hats to Chu Guang.

Chu Guang smiled faintly and waved his hand.

"Bon Voyage."

Hain said with a hearty smile.

"Hahaha, we may have to walk against the wind for a while! Let's take the first step. I wish you good luck!"

The group started on the road.

At this time, Chu Guang noticed that the female mercenary who was following Hai En suddenly turned around and glanced at him with resentful eyes.

Their eyes happened to be in contact, but the female mercenary was not shy and even blew a kiss to him carelessly, and left the words "We will meet again" with her lips.

Then, she disappeared into the vast snow and fog along with the caravan.

Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, frowning and thinking for a while. He couldn't remember the name of this person, and he was even more confused about her last behavior.

Is it called...Wendy?

Or should I call her Helen?

After all, he had only heard the merchant named Hai En say it once. Who would pay attention to the name of the mercenary next to a businessman?

Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about such irrelevant issues.

Chu Guang shook his head and asked the players to load the supplies exchanged from slaves onto the cart and prepare to drag them back to the warehouse at the outpost.

However, although Chu Guang himself didn't care, he couldn't resist the gossiping enthusiasm of the players around him. Especially when they saw the last blowing kiss, a group of people instantly wanted to go to the Mariana Trench.

"My giao! There's a story in that look!"

"I saw it! That blowing kiss!"

"Do you think something happened between the manager and that woman?"

"Isn't that true? They only stayed for a few days in total."

"It's been a few days!"

"Gan, what about the proprietress of the weapons store?"

"Big news! A million-word untellable story about the manager and the female caravan mercenary!"

"Tsk, tsk, it's not simple! It's definitely not simple! It looks like he's still an idiot!"

"I understand, let Brother Mole draw the book when we get back!"

Tsk.

These people really are.

When I see white arms I think of thighs.

Chu Guang's eyebrows twitched, but he finally restrained the urge to complain and maintained the reserve that an NPC should have.

After coughing, he used a commanding tone to urge the players who had stopped to gossip and forget about business to continue working.

"Move quickly!"

"While the snow at noon is not as heavy as before, we have to drag all the goods back!"

Under Chu Guang's urging, the players finally stopped dilly-dallying and loaded the packaged goods onto the wooden cart with ease.

Even though they were still chattering, they didn't stop from the beginning to the end.

After finally packing their things, the group was ready to hit the road.

Looking at the village gate behind him, [Construction Site Boy and Brick] who was on duty took a step forward and asked Chu Guang for instructions.

"Dear administrator, what should I do with this stronghold? Do I still need to continue to guard it?"

There was nothing in the stronghold, and he was wondering if he could claim the mission rewards in advance if he didn't need them anymore.

Chu Guang thought for a few seconds and then ordered.

"The village gate is burned down."

"Leave the rest to the alien species."

This stronghold is too far from the players' resurrection point, and it has no strategic value geographically, so there is no need to keep it.

Moreover, just standing inside, Chu Guang felt that his SAN value was dropping.

I really can't figure out how these predators can live here with peace of mind.

[Construction Site Boy and Brick] nodded excitedly and took the order.

"yes!"

Destruction is much more interesting than cutting down trees!

…

Chu Guang can trust the players' searching abilities.

That's like digging three feet into the ground, not to mention not even letting go of the chips hidden in the nook and cranny of the cabinet. A more ruthless person might even move the entire cabinet back.

In the entire Blood Hand Clan stronghold, there is almost nothing left that can be used.

And those things that are left behind are either inconvenient to take away, or they really have no recycling value.

For example, those dried meats in the warehouse.

It was obvious that a considerable part of this meat was not taken from normal prey.

After being air-dried, it is difficult to distinguish from the appearance which meat is prey and which is the same kind of meat.

Out of mental mysophobia, Chu Guang simply didn’t want it.

Some of them were thrown as fodder to the looter captives in the dungeon to eat for a while, and the rest were simply hung on the cantilever beams of the tire factory warehouse.

It's time to feed rats and cockroaches.

As for potatoes such as croissant potatoes, grains with full grains, and a vegetable that looks very similar to Chinese cabbage, Chu Guang had people transport them back and collect them.

These are all good things.

Especially those vegetables, which totaled three to four thousand kilograms. When mixed with grains and meat, it was enough to eat for a long time, and it could also balance the nutrition of the clones.

Not surprisingly, these grains were probably obtained by the looters from the Brown Farm.

In addition to food, there are also some furs such as hyena skins, deer skins, wild boar skins and even bear skins, totaling 230 pieces.

It is unlikely that these pelts all came from Beit Street.

There are only a hundred households in Beit Street, so even if the old leech's marrow is extracted, it may not be possible to collect these tributes.

Chu Guang speculated that a considerable part of them must have come from other nearby survivor settlements.

These looters had been busy collecting the loot all autumn, and before they had a chance to enjoy it for a long time, they all took advantage of their new owners.

And Chu Guang naturally had no intention of returning them.

The rules of the wasteland.

Whoever finds it belongs to him.

A raging fire broke out at the village gate, and the sparks blown away by the north wind continued to float towards the main building.

Looking at the fire in front of him and thinking of the contents of the two diaries, Chu Guang felt some subtle emotions in his heart.

Pulling out the "Silver Snake" revolver stuck in his waist, he fired a shot into the sky.

"boom--!"

The sound of gunshots echoed in the snow-covered streets, drowned in the wind and snow, which was regarded as a confession of the souls who died here.

Swing away the white smoke drifting from the barrel.

Chu Guang put the revolver back into the gun bag made of rattan, turned to look at the waiting players, and walked in front of them.

"go home!"