This Game Is Too Realistic

Chapter 112 NPC comes to the players’ market to set up stalls

Official website:

Fang Chang: "Unlock a new landmark in the north of the abandoned construction site, an abandoned department store, and there are a lot of eaters inside! We basically cleared out the eaters on the first floor, but when we entered the basement, v prompted that the radiation index in the current area exceeded the safety threshold. . Well, let me put it bluntly, there are probably good things in the basement. Are there any physique-type players? We are just one physique-type player away."

Sisi: "Me me me!"

Tails: "Tails too! Well, I seem to be agile, but it doesn't matter, I can sneak attack! (｀w′*)"

Fang Chang: "Sorry, I can't bring in new people. Let me talk about the requirements again. The physical attribute is 10 points, preferably 10 points or more."

Tail: "qaq"

Irena: "My physique is level 4, my main attribute is exactly 10 points, and my talent... forget it, just pretend I don't have it. (Funny)"

Fang Chang: "Brother, please read the private message."

Trash Picking Level 99: "Do you want a lizard? I might be resistant, whether it's radiation or poison!"

Ye Shi: "You should find a way to get out of the shelter first. (Funny)"

Trash Picking Level 99: "Gan!"

Teng Teng: "I got up at four o'clock in the middle of the night to read the ppt. I almost forgot to go to work. There are still a few things I don't understand. Wow, bald, this game is getting more and more difficult! (t^t )"

There are really mosquitoes in wc: "Just ask if you don't understand. Goblins want to know if the ppt you are watching is serious?"

Fujito: "(*?w?)?╰ひ╯"

There are really mosquitoes in wc: "(?Д?*)"

Today's official website is still calm.

Except for a few guys arguing about which type of steel is better for seamless steel pipes, the entire forum is very harmonious.

Chu Guang did not participate in the topic, but silently marked the accounts of these old friends and placed them on the next batch of lists.

No beeping, you can go ahead.

When the alpha0.6 version comes out, you will have your performance.

In fact, Chu Guang has always been curious. This Wasteland OL forum is so punished every day. How come it hasn't been blocked yet?

The official website has been online for more than a month, and now it has almost exceeded 10,000 daily active users, and there are also a lot of people.

That kid named Ye Ao must have reported it frequently.

However, it's really of no use at all.

"That's outrageous."

Including being able to deliver the helmet to the player's doorstep without anyone noticing. If this is something that black technology can do, then this technology is indeed outrageous.

It's almost like magic...

Chu Guang, who was leaning on the chair while playing with the ballpoint pen in his hand, clicked his tongue.

At this time, he suddenly thought of the "morphological field" mentioned in that recording.

"Xiaoqi."

Xiaoqi, who was charging, raised the camera.

"What's wrong, Master?"

Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.

"Have you heard of morphogenetic fields?"

"Is it the main research topic of Vault 404?"

"Huh?" Chu Guang sat up from the chair in surprise, looked at the wastepaper basket squatting in the corner and asked, "You know?"

"Master... As I said before, the information Xiaoqi archived was obtained from you." Xiaoqi's voice sounded a little helpless.

All right.

Bai was happy.

But it's irrelevant anyway.

Chu Guang leaned back in his chair, threw away the pen in his hand, picked up the mouse, played "Stars" in his inventory, and started a new round of sea watching.

…

Since being equipped with the "Hummingbird" drone, Xiao Qi's field of vision has expanded a lot.

The silver-white ball usually hovers quietly about 50 to 100 meters above the outpost, and no one will notice it at all.

If necessary, it can also be deployed around the park. As long as it does not fly more than three kilometers away, the signal is very good.

Through the v device worn on his arm, Chu Guang only needs to swipe his index finger on the touch screen to drag the drone in the horizontal direction and redeploy it.

This feeling is almost like playing an RTS game from a God's perspective.

The only pity is that the players all have their own ideas, and he cannot select the blue man on the screen for micro-control.

Otherwise, it would be just like an RTS game.

It was so happy to peek at the screen. Chu Guang, who was holding v, dragged the drone to the entrance of 76th Street for a while, ob. Those players who were brushing their coins at the greenhouse ruins, and then dragged the drone to the vicinity of the mutant tribe to see those What are the green-skinned muscle guys busy with?

Well, it seems to be quite busy indeed.

A few more corpses were added to the entrance of the village, but strangely, apart from the overt and covert sentries, these muscular guys were not seen coming out of the village.

Where did these corpses come from?

Did it come out of thin air?

It's a pity that mutants like to use wood to make domes in their strongholds, and there are still some rags and clothes hanging in the corridors. From a high altitude, you can't see what's going on inside.

perhaps?

Should I randomly select a small player to go in and give away his head?

It's not impossible to arrive.

It wasn't until the drone's power bottomed out and the automatic return was triggered that Chu Guang reluctantly put the v away and returned control of the drone to Xiao Qi.

…

It's approaching dusk.

The market in front of the North Gate is very lively.

There are stalls selling barbecue, some performing mushroom eating, and others selling clothes, knives, and even "goblin bazookas."

It has to be said that these players are all talents. Even if the game itself does not provide much content, they can still create content and have fun playing it.

The indigenous people living nearby were also attracted by the lively atmosphere here.

However, they were embarrassed to get too close.

In addition, they were short of money and had no silver coins. After watching for a while with envious expressions, they left quietly.

“The blue coats’ market is so lively.”

"The clothes they make are so beautiful, and the people are beautiful too."

"I saw the shell of the cleavage crab. They used the shell of the cleavage crab to make armor? It doesn't look very durable, but they actually killed the cleavage crab!"

"They actually use charcoal to grill the meat. What a luxury."

"It would be great if I could do business with them..."

"Yes, children can't just drink milk. When they get older, they still need to eat some porridge or paste... Their potato chips are pretty good, and they are bigger than what we see in the north."

"I don't know if they need part-time workers. There aren't many prey in winter. It would be nice if I could use my strength in exchange for some money."

"I want to save money to buy an ax. Their ax seems to be stronger than ours. It is made of steel... I have only seen steel tools in large survivor strongholds."

Sitting in front of the fire in the center of the village, the refugees ate flatbreads, drank roasted camel milk, and whispered to each other in low voices, with envy on their faces.

Those blue coats didn't need to build a very tall bonfire to stay warm like they did. Instead, they used small torches dipped in black tar to light up the entire camp.

So rich!

But envy is envy.

The superiority and inferiority of status are engraved in DNA.

They are very satisfied if they can have a place to stay next to the stronghold of a big force without being expelled.

At least life is quite satisfying right now.

Seeing the black smoke floating in the camp in the distance, Wu Tieaxu, who was sitting with his tribesmen, fell into deep thought for a long time.

A night of silence.

The next morning.

Wu Tiexu went to the outpost alone. After asking for instructions from the guards on duty at the door, he met Chu Guang, who had just come up from the shelter.

"Dear Sir, I have something that I would like to ask for your help with!"

Come again?

Chu Guang yawned.

"Seeds are not loaned out, so there is no need to discuss this matter."

Wu Tiaxu looked embarrassed and explained with his head lowered.

"I was rude last time. This time I come to you, not for the seeds."

Chu Guang glanced at him curiously.

"Oh? You said."

Wu Tieaxe said straightforwardly without beating around the bush.

"My tribe wants to set up a stall at the market at your north gate. Please allow us to borrow a piece of land the size of a camel skin."

How big is a piece of land the size of a camel skin?

Chu Guang has never used such a strange quantifier.

The point isn't the area, though.

"Is this a stall? What do you want to trade?"

Wu Tiaxu continued.

"Some leather products, found parts, tools we made ourselves, and prey... I use my head to assure you that my people will not cause trouble to you. We just want to exchange some grains and potatoes. Class, feed our children.”

It's okay to use your head as a guarantee.

In fact, the general settlements of survivors are very resistant to doing business with refugees. After all, it is usually difficult for these wandering people to come up with anything good, and no one likes barbaric stall owners.

But if you look at the problem from another angle...

Chu Guang thought for a moment.

With an idea in mind, he looked at the patriarch in front of him and said.

"I can allow you to enter the market at the north gate, but you must abide by the rules we set. For example, ensuring that business projects comply with public order and good customs, keeping the road in front of the stalls clean and tidy, not obstructing traffic, prohibiting private fighting, prohibiting forced buying and selling, prohibiting The private sale of slaves, the sale of addictive drugs, etc. are prohibited.”

"In addition, operating stalls in our market must and can only use our legal currency. Any goods sold must also ensure quality. If a dispute occurs, everything shall be subject to the provisions of the terms and the outcome of the arbitration."

"The specific details are posted on the notice board at the north entrance. If you can accept it, I will give you a stall."

Wu Tieaxe nodded respectfully.

"We are willing to accept it, my lord."

"I hope you will seriously consider the weight behind this 'yes'," Chu Guang looked at him and said, "Then it's decided."

…

In fact, Chu Guang had carefully considered allowing these nomads to deepen their communication with the players.

This was much earlier than Wu Tiaxu coming to the door.

As long as it is managed properly, appropriate trade exchanges can enhance the relationship between both parties.

The players got benefits, the natives got rations, and he stuffed the copper coins and silver coins into the pockets of the natives as a matter of course.

This wave is of course a win-win situation.

Maybe it should be called a triple win?

After all, he won three times.

evening.

The young players who went out to work carried today's loot and returned to the outpost one after another.

Just when they were planning to set up a stall at the North Gate Market to do business, they were suddenly surprised to find that an NPC stall actually popped up at the North Gate?

Don’t all NPCs operate in the base?

Could it be that the increase in prosperity triggered a hidden plot?

In front of the stall, two NPC ladies wearing animal skin clothes and dressed in exotic styles were sitting on the floor, with a pot of charcoal fire next to them for heating.

The two of them are not very old, the elder is only in his early twenties, has a calm demeanor, is quiet and rarely moves. The young man was about fifteen or sixty-seven years old, with a pair of big eyes blinking and looking around, full of curiosity about everything here.

The two are probably sisters.

The light of the charcoal fire reflected on the wheat-colored cheeks, covering up the malnourished complexion, making it look rosy and shiny.

There was a camel skin in front of them. On the camel skin were placed some ornaments made of colorful stones, scrap parts, iron daggers, scabbards, gun holsters and other small items, as well as freshly slaughtered hyena meat.

And it's still excellent leg meat and tenderloin.

In addition, there are some freshly squeezed milk placed in containers such as tin cans and aluminum cans. In short, there is everything on the stall.

Although the players are not in short supply of prey, they are still full of curiosity about the NPCs that suddenly appear in the player trading market.

"Why is this NPC in our market?"

"so cute!"

"Where's Brother Mole? You know what I mean."

"Gan! You all know that Benzi Benzi, who is responsible for being banned?"

"Well, we haven't talked about the book yet."

"!!!"

"The tail feels so big!"

Chu Guang was also curious about what these natives were selling, so he walked to the stall and took a look.

Seeing the manager coming, the players immediately moved out of the way and waited with great interest to trigger the plot.

Chu Guang looked at the two of them and asked.

"What are your names?"

Just as the older one was about to speak, the younger one straightened his arms and raised his hand enthusiastically to answer.

"My name is Akiba!"

Chu Guang probably figured out the naming style of this tribe. He probably named it what he saw and what happened during his journey.

After all, it sounds more normal than Iron Ax.

"Where's your sister?"

"Akiso!"

"puff."

Chu Guang almost couldn't help but squirt.

But I still held back.

"……Good name."

Secretly observing the expression on the manager's face, the elder sister whispered.

"Sir, my sister is still young and lacks discipline. If I offend you... please punish me, and please don't embarrass her."

"No, my sister is quite cute."

After asking so many questions, not buying anything seems stingy.

Chu Guang glanced at the things on the stall. Next to each product, according to the rules he set, Arabic numerals were written clearly on wooden tags.

These numbers were taught to them by Chu Guang, mainly for the convenience of players to understand.

Very good, these refugees are very obedient.

It's not as "evil" as it is in human-to-human transmission.

Putting down a silver coin, Chu Guang picked a smaller plastic bottle.

“Try the camel milk.”

Qiuye: "Ah, the camel milk is the bottle next to -"

"It's okay, milk is fine too."

After saying that, Chu Guang took the plastic bottle and went to Yaya for appraisal.

The little girl wanted to catch up and explain clearly, but her sister, who was blushing and silent the whole time, held her back, shook her head at her, and whispered.

"We are not allowed to pass through that door, we are not allowed to run around in the market, and we are not allowed to contradict that adult, do you understand?"

"Everything here belongs to him, just give him whatever he wants."

What's more, they paid in a very obedient manner.

Although his tone may have been harsh, he was a benevolent ruler.

The little girl looked aggrieved.

Although he obviously means well, he still has to be scolded by his sister.

"All right."

Even as she said this, she was still panicking in her heart.

That is indeed not camel milk...

The elder sister smiled softly and touched her younger sister's head.

"good."

The players gathered around were discussing the plot just now. Although some versions were outrageous, they could still make a rough guess.

Especially when the managers saw that they all bought it, they followed suit one after another.