This Game is Too Real

Chapter 101 of the main text, where are you holding this card BUG?

The caravan in Honghe Town came earlier than planned.

After hearing the news of the destruction of the Bloodhand clan, these merchants only took two and a half days to march hurriedly to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

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

If you die more than half on the way back, you won’t make much money on this trip...

Against the heavy snow, the dusty caravan arrived at the door of the abandoned tire factory.

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

Looking up at Chu Guang and Haien standing on the door, he said in a loud voice.

"I am an employee of the Horseshoe Firm, and all the goods you want are here!"

Hein's bodyguard named Wen was also in the caravan.

However, his identity does not allow him to interrupt here, so he just stood next to the yak carrying supplies, cleared the bullet nest of the revolver rifle, and passed the boring time.

"Hold on."

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

Seeing the manager's eyes, the players who could not wait for the plot to wait for the story immediately turned the winch and opened the wooden gate.

As the door opened, a group of predator captives walked out of the dungeon with their heads bowed and dejected under the custody of 4 players.

"Be honest!"

"Don't dawdle!"

In fact, these predators did not dare, but the players just wanted to shout something, or they always felt that something was missing.

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

Looking at the yak team at the gate of the village and the horseshoe-shaped badge, many predator veterans have already guessed their end, and their faces are filled with despair.

There are only a few young predators who are young, with a blank expression, not knowing where they will be taken and how they will end up.

The players holding the rifles talked quietly.

Some of them died in the battle a few days ago, and they are all alive now.

Macabazi: "There are a few prisoners in there who are familiar."

Big eyes in debt: "Hey, which one killed you?"

Macabazi: "Ghost knows, it's so dark, and the bullets are flying, I don't think it is the black hand on the opposite side. Gan! Just think about it, I'm angry, why am I dead."

Debt big eyes: "Okay, you will be over in one sentence, and no one dislikes you. You also have a teammate to make it up. Do you think you didn't check the gunpoint afterwards?"

Macabazi: "Well, let's not talk about it... You say, where will these predators be sent."

Big eyes in debt: "It looks like the manager is going to sell them to Honghe Town."

Macabazi: "Red River Town?"

Big eyes on debt: "There is it in the official website, haven’t you seen it? It’s a town below Qingquan City, probably tens of kilometers away. There are many pre-war landfills, where you can sell them. Of slaves will be sent to mines and dig to death."

"Tsk tsk, it's too miserable..." Macabazi rolled his eyes and suddenly thought, "But then again, if I sell myself and commit suicide again, wouldn't it be possible for me to have **** for nothing?"

Hearing this show operation, Big Eyes was shocked.

"Fuck, are you bugging this card?"

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

The reason for doing this is not out of pity.

It was purely worried that these people died too much, which affected his income.

The good days of these people are yet to come.

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

"It might be frozen to death."

Chu Guang, who came down from the gate of the village, looked back casually, just in time to see a player dragging a corpse with a broken leg out of the dungeon.

Seeing that the numbers were right, the leading man nodded without saying anything, just greeted the guard behind him to help unload the goods.

If the transaction is completed sooner, they will go home sooner.

...

According to the agreement between Chu Guang and Haien, regardless of whether they were disabled or not, each prisoner exchanged goods of equivalent value according to the standard of 20 kilograms of coarse salt.

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

Here, coarse salt is a specialty of Honghe Town, and it is also the general equivalent of the transaction between the two parties.

It was useless for Chu Guang to ask for so much coarse salt, so in addition to 200 kg of coarse salt, the other 400 kg of coarse salt were replaced with some special products of Honghe Town.

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

The former is to meet the defense needs of the outpost, while the latter is the raw material that drives the industrialization of the outpost.

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

Although several small players in metallurgy can also make it by hand, the problem of steelmaking has not been solved yet, and the strength of the material is always a flaw.

The quality of the hand-grinding tool can only be said to be difficult to describe. It is fine to cope with it. In actual use, the wear and tear are surprisingly high, and it even needs to be replaced every few days.

So much so that Chu Guang wondered several times whether it was Xia Yan who deliberately made it for laziness.

Although the industrial capacity of Honghe Town is not as good as that of Boulder City, it is not a problem to produce some processing tools, and the quality is fair.

This time Chu Guang bought a few more sets, and it should be no problem for the spring of the coming year.

In order to transport these goods, the horseshoe firm mobilized a total of ten mutant yaks, and also equipped with 8 gunmen armed with revolver rifles as escorts.

Looking at these people unloading, Chu Guang glanced at Hai En next to him and said.

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

Haien explained with a smile.

"Although we are all employees of Horseshoe Firms, employees like me may be slightly different from the employees you understand. Simply put, our relationship with the firm is more like cooperation than employment. What you see The caravan guards and the yaks are the property of the firm, and those goods are bought by our employees themselves."

Chu Guang's heart moved.

"Bought it from a firm?"

Hai En glanced at Chu Guang in surprise, as if by accident he actually knew, nodded and said.

"Yes, our goods are purchased uniformly from the commercial bank, and the sellers are basically customers of the commercial bank...except this time. We will reconcile every transaction, deduct the cost of purchasing and hiring security guards, and we also 60% of the profit needs to be distributed to the commercial bank."

This sounds a bit like a franchisee system.

Purchasing, logistics and even customer relations are all "headquarters", and traders like Xiang Haien are like franchisees.

In this way, even if the business loses, the Horseshoe Firm does not have to bear any risk, and the loss is entirely the franchisee's own.

And if the business makes a profit, the commercial bank will draw 60% of the profit from it.

No, even if it is a loss, it is profitable for the firm.

After all, all "franchisees" take the goods from the commercial bank, and the commercial bank certainly cannot sell these goods to the franchisees at the cost price. Some of the profits must be intercepted.

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

These indigenous people are still good at cutting leeks.

Compared with them, he is so kind!

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

For example, it is used in the running business system.

...

"Goodbye, my friend, I hope I can have a happy deal with you next spring!"

The delivery of the goods was finally completed. Haien took his two bodyguards and stood beside the caravan, taking off his hat to pay tribute to Chu Guang.

Chu Guang smiled faintly and waved his hand.

"Bon Voyage."

Haien said with a hearty smile.

"Hahaha, we are afraid we will have to go against the wind for a while! Let's go one step ahead, and good luck to you!"

A group of people began to hit the road.

At this moment, Chu Guang noticed that the female mercenary next to Haien suddenly turned her head and gave him a grimace in her eyes.

The line of sight happened to be in contact, but the female mercenary was not ashamed, and even blown a kiss to him carelessly, and left a lip-shape saying ‘we’ll see you again’.

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

Chu Guang was stunned for a while, frowned and thought for a while, but didn't remember the name of this person, and was even more confused about her last behavior.

Is it called... Wendy?

Or is it Helen?

After all, he had only heard the merchant named Haien once said, who would pay attention to the name of the mercenary next to a merchant?

Forget it, don't bother to think about this kind of irrelevant question.

Chu Guang shook his head, and greeted the players to load the supplies that the slaves had bought onto the cart, preparing to drag them back to the warehouse in the outpost.

However, even though Chu Guang himself didn't care, he couldn't hold back the gossip enthusiasm of the players around him. Especially when they saw the last blown kiss, a group of people instantly wanted to tilt into the Mariana Trench.

"I'm giao! That look has a story!"

"I saw it! That blow kiss!"

"You said that what happened to the manager and that woman?"

"Isn't it? They stayed for a few days in total."

"It's been a few days too!"

"Gan, what about the lady boss of the weapon shop?"

"Big news! The unspeakable one-million-word story of the manager and the caravan female mercenary!"

"Tsk tut, it's not easy! It's definitely not easy! It looks like a shameless book!"

"Understood, let Brother Mole draw the book when I go back!"

Gee.

These people really are.

I think of my thighs when I see the white arms.

Chu Guang's eyebrows twitched, and finally he restrained the urge to complain and kept the reservedness an NPC should have.

After a cough, he used a commanding tone to urge the players who stopped to gossip and forgot to do business.

"Hurry up!"

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

Under Chu Guang's urging, the players finally stopped ditching, and numbly loaded the packed goods on the wooden cart.

Even though they were still chattering, they never stopped from beginning to end.

Finally packed their things, and the group is ready to go on the road.

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

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

There was nothing in the stronghold, and he wondered if he could award the task in advance if he didn't need it anymore.

Chu Guang thought for a few seconds, then ordered.

"The gate of the village is burnt."

"The rest is for the alien species."

This stronghold is too far from the players' resurrection point, and there is no strategic value in the geographical location, and it is not necessary to keep it.

Moreover, just standing inside, Chu Guang felt that his san value was falling.

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

[Construction Boy and Brick] Nodding excitedly, led the command.

"Yes!"

Destroying is much more interesting than cutting down trees!

...

Chu Guang can trust the players' search ability.

It was simply a digging three feet, let alone not letting go of the chips hidden in the cabinet, and even the whole cabinet was moved back to the utmost cruelty.

There was almost nothing left in the entire bloodhand clan's stronghold.

And those leftovers are either inconvenient to take away, or they have no value in recycling.

Such as those air-dried meat in the warehouse.

Obviously, a considerable part of this meat is not taken from normal prey.

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

Out of mental cleanliness, Chu Guang didn't want it at all.

Some of it was thrown as fodder to the predator captives in the dungeon to eat for a while, and the rest was just hanging on the suspension beams of the tire factory warehouse.

Quandang was feeding mice and cockroaches.

As for potatoes such as croissants, grains with full grains, and a vegetable that looks very similar to Chinese cabbage, Chu Guang was sent back for collection~www.wuxiamtl.com~ These are all. good stuff.

Especially those vegetables, which add up to three to four thousand kilograms, can be mixed with grains and meat to eat for a long time, and they can also balance the nutrition of the clones.

Not surprisingly, these grains were probably obtained by the predators in the autumn wind from Brown Farm.

In addition to food, there are some furs such as hyena skin, deer skin, wild boar skin and even bear skin, which counts as 230 pieces.

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

There are only a hundred families on Beit Street, and even if the bone marrow of the old leech is extracted, it may not be able to collect these tributes.

Chu Guang speculated that a considerable part of it must have been contributed by other nearby survivors' settlements.

These predators have been busy with the loot collected throughout the fall, and before they have had time to enjoy them, they all bargained their new owners.

And Chu Guang naturally didn't plan to return them.

Rules on the wasteland.

Whoever finds it belongs to whom.

A raging fire ignited at the gate of the village, and sparks that were blown by the north wind were constantly floating in the direction of the main building.

Looking at the fire in front of him, and thinking of the contents of the two diaries, Chu Guang felt a little bit of emotion in his heart.

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

"boom--!"

The gunshots echoed on the snow-covered street, submerged in the wind and snow, as a confession of the dead souls who died here.

Flick off the white smoke floating on the barrel.

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

"go home!"

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