This Game is Too Real

Chapter 112: NPC came to the players’ market to set up a stall?

Official website:

Fang Chang: "Unlock the new landmark on the north side of the abandoned construction site, the abandoned department store, there are a lot of eater! We basically emptied the eater on the first floor, but when entering the basement, the VM prompts that the current regional radiation index exceeds the safety threshold . Well, let me tell you the truth, there are probably good things in the basement. Are there players with physiques? We are just one physique behind."

　　 Sisi: "I, I, I!"

　　 Tail: "The tail is too! Uh, I seem to be agile, but it doesn’t matter, I will sneak attack! (｀ω′*

　　 Fang Chang: "Sorry, that can't bring a new person. Let me talk about the requirements. The physical attribute is 10 points, preferably 10 points or more."

　　 Tail: "QAQ"

　　 Irene: "My physique is LV4, my main attribute is just 10 points, and my talent... Forget it, let it be when I don't have one. (Funny

　　 Fang Chang: "Brother, read private messages."

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

　　Yesu: "You should find a way to get out of the refuge first. (Funny

　　 Level 99 picking up rubbish: "Gan!"

Fujito: "Get up at four o'clock in the middle of the night to watch the PPT. I almost forgot to go to work. There are still a few things I don't understand. Uuuuu, bald, this game is getting harder and harder! (T^T

　　 WC really has mosquitoes: "If you don't understand, just ask, do you goblins want to know the seriousness of your PPT?"

　　 Fujito: *?ω?)?╰ひ╯"

　　 WC really has mosquitoes: ?Д?*

　　 Today's official website is still calm.

　　 Except for a few brothers arguing about which type of steel should be used for seamless steel pipes, the whole forum is very harmonious.

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

　　 Don't beep, you can do it.

　　Wait for Alpha 0.6 version to come out, when there is your performance.

　　 In fact, Chu Guang has always been curious, this wasteland OL forum is tortured like this every day, why hasn't it been walled up until now?

The official website of 　　 has been online for more than a month, and now the daily life is almost over 10,000, and there are a lot of people.

　　 That kid named Yeao must have not reported less.

　　 However, it's really useless at all.

　　 "Outrageous."

　　 Including the ability to deliver the helmet to the door of the player without knowing it. If this is something that black technology can do, then this technology is really outrageous.

　　 is like magic...

　　 playing with the ballpoint pen in his hand, Chu Guang leaning on the chair smashed his tongue.

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

　　 "Little Qi."

　　 Xiao Qi, who was charging, raised the camera.

　　 "What's the matter, master."

　　 Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.

　　 "Have you heard of the formation field?"

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

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

　　 "Master... what I said before, the information that Xiao Qi archived is all obtained from you." Xiao Qi's voice sounded a little helpless.

All right.

　　 Bai was happy.

　　 But anyway, it is irrelevant.

　　 Chu Guang leaned back on the chair, dropped the pen in his hand, held the mouse, hit the "Stars" in his inventory, and started a new round of watching the sea.

　　……

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

　　 The silver-white sphere usually hovered quietly about 50-100 meters above the outpost, a small spot that no one would find at all.

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

　　 With the VM device on his arm, Chu Guang only needs to swipe the touch screen with his index finger to drag the drone in the horizontal direction to redeploy.

　　 This feeling is almost like playing an RTS game from the perspective of God.

　　 The only pity is that the players have their own ideas, and he can't select the blue figure on the screen to perform micro-operations.

　　 Otherwise, it is really the same as an RTS game.

It’s so happy to watch the screen. Chu Guang holding the VM dragged the drone to the entrance of 76th Street for a while. The OB players who brushed their books at the greenhouse ruins later dragged the drone to the vicinity of the mutant tribe. What the green-skinned muscular guy is doing.

　　 Well, it seems to be really busy.

A few more corpses were added to the gate of the village, but strangely, apart from the outposts that were in the dark, none of these muscular guys came out of the village.

　　Where did these corpses come from?

　　 came out of thin air?

　　 It is a pity that Mutant’s stockade likes to use wood for the dome. There are still some rags and clothes hanging in the aisle and corridor, and you can’t see the situation from a high altitude.

　　 Maybe?

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

　　 is not impossible.

　　 Until the drone's battery reached the bottom and the automatic return was triggered, Chu Guang reluctantly put the VM away and returned the control of the drone to Xiao Qi.

　　……

　　 is approaching dusk.

　　 The bazaar in front of the north gate is so lively.

　　There are stalls selling barbecues, some performing mushrooms, and some selling clothes, knives, and even “goblin bazookas”.

　　 I have to say that these players are all talents. Even if the game itself does not provide much content, they can create content and play by themselves.

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

　　 However, they are embarrassed to get too close.

　　 In addition, they were shy in their pockets and had no silver coins. After a while with envious faces, they walked away quietly.

　　 "The market for blue jackets is so lively."

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

　　 "I saw the cleft claw crab shell. They used the cleft claw crab shell to make carapace? Although it didn't look very durable, they actually killed the cleft claw crab!"

　　 "They actually use charcoal for barbecue. It's really luxurious."

　　 "If only I could do business with them..."

　　 "Yes, children can't just drink milk, they still have to eat some porridge or mash when they are older... Their croissants are good, they are much bigger than the ones we saw in the north."

　　 "I don't know if they need part-time labor. There are not many prey in winter. It would be nice if they could use their strength to exchange some money."

　　 "I want to save money to buy an axe. Their axe 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 middle of the village, the refugees ate flatbread and drank the roasted camel milk, whispering quietly, all with envy on their faces.

　　 Those blue coats are not like them, which need to be surrounded by a large and tall bonfire to keep warm. Instead, they use that small torch, dipped in black tar, to light up the entire camp.

　　 is so rich!

　　 But envy belongs to envy.

　　 The honor and inferiority of identity is engraved in DNA.

　　 can have a place to stay next to the stronghold of the big forces, and they are already very satisfied without being expelled.

　　 At least the current life is quite satisfying.

　　 Looking at the black smoke floating in the distant camp, Wu Tiefu, who was sitting with his tribe, fell into a long period of contemplation.

　　 No words for a night.

　　 the next morning.

　　 Wu Tie-axe went to the outpost alone, and after consulting the guards on duty at the door, he met Chu Guang who had just come up from the refuge.

　　 "Dear sir, I have one thing, and I would like to ask for your help!"

　　 come again?

　　 Chu Guang yawned.

　　 "Seeds are not borrowed, so I don't need to talk about this."

　　 Wu Tiefu explained with an embarrassment on his face, lowering his head.

　　 "I was abrupt last time, this time I came to you, not for the seed."

　　 Chu Guang glanced at him curiously.

　　 "Oh? You said."

　　Wu Tie-axe said straightforwardly without going around in circles.

　　 "My people want to set up a stall at the market at your north gate. I implore you to allow us to borrow a piece of land the size of camel skin."

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

　　Chu Guang has never used such a strange quantifier.

　　 However, the point is not area.

　　 "Is it set up a stall, what do you want to trade?"

　　 Wu Tiefu continued.

"Some leather products, picked parts, tools we made ourselves, and prey... I use my head to assure you that my people will not mess with you, we just want to change some grains and potatoes. Class, feed our children."

　　 It's okay to use the head to guarantee.

　　General survivor settlements are actually very repulsive to doing business with the refugees. After all, these wandering people usually find it difficult to come up with good things, 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 his mind, he looked at the patriarch and said.

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

　　 "In addition, to operate a stall in our market, we must and can only use our legal tender. Any product sold must also be of quality. In the event of a dispute, everything is subject to the provisions of the clause and the result of the arbitration."

　　 "The specific rules are posted on the sign at the north gate. If you can accept it, I will give you a booth."

　　 Wu Tie-axe respectfully nodded.

　　 "We are willing to accept, my lord."

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

　　……

　　 In fact, Chu Guang has taken a long time to think about allowing these nomads to deepen communication with the players.

　　 This is far earlier than Wu Tie-axe's initiative to find the door.

　　 As long as properly managed, proper trade exchanges can promote the relationship between the two parties.

　　 The players got benefits, the natives got rations, and he put copper and silver coins into the pockets of the natives.

　　This wave is of course a win-win situation.

　　 Maybe it should be called three wins?

　　 I won three times after all.

evening.

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

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

　　Aren’t all NPCs operating in the base?

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

　　 In front of the booth, two NPC ladies dressed in animal skins and very exotic dresses sat on the floor, next to a basin of charcoal for heating.

　　 Both are not very old, the elder is only in their early twenties, and their behavior is calm and quiet. The young man was about fifteen or sixty-seven, with big eyes blinking around and looking around, full of curiosity about everything here.

　　 The two are probably sisters.

　　The flames of charcoal fire shone on the wheat-colored cheeks, hiding the malnourished complexion, looking ruddy and shiny.

　　 A piece of camel skin was placed in front of them. On the camel skin were trinkets made of colorful stones, scrap parts, iron daggers, scabbard holster leather goods, and hyena meat that had just been slaughtered.

　　 Besides, the thigh and tenderloin are still excellent.

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

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

　　 "Why is this NPC in our market?"

"so cute!"

　　 "Where is Mole Brother? You know what I mean."

　　 "Gan! You know the book, who is the ban?"

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

　　 "!!!"

　　 "The tail feels so big!"

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

　　 Seeing that the manager came, the players immediately gave way and waited enthusiastically for the plot to be triggered.

　　 Chu Guang looked at the two of them and asked.

　　 "What is your name."

　　As soon as the older one was about to speak, the younger one straightened his arms and raised his hands eagerly to answer.

　　 "My name is Qiuye!"

　　 The naming style of this tribe, Chu Guang, probably figured it out clearly. It is estimated that it is what you saw during the journey and what happened.

　　 It's always better to listen to normal than Iron Axe.

　　 "Where is your sister?"

　　 "Autumn grass!"

　　 "Puff."

　　 Chu Guang almost couldn't hold back the spray.

　　 But still held back.

"……Good name."

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

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

　　 "No, my sister is very cute."

　　 After asking so many things, I feel stingy not to buy anything.

　　 Chu Guang glanced at the things on the stall. Next to each product, in accordance with the rules set by him, Arabic numerals were clearly marked with wooden signs.

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

　　 Very good, these refugees are very obedient.

　　 is not as "evil" as it is passed down from person to person.

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

　　 "Try camel milk."

　　Akiba: "Ah, camel milk is the bottle next to—"

　　 "It's okay, milk will do."

　　 After talking~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Chu Guang carried the plastic bottle, and went to find a crow for identification.

　　 The little girl wanted to catch up and explain clearly, but the blushing sister who didn't speak the whole time grabbed her, shook her head at her, and whispered.

　　 "We can't go through that door, we can't run around in the market, and we can't confront the adult, you know?"

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

　　 Besides, they paid very well.

　　 Although the tone may be a little harsh, but a benevolent ruler.

　　 The little girl looked aggrieved.

　　 She is obviously kind, but she has to be scolded by her sister.

"All right."

　　 Saying so on her lips, she still feels flustered in her heart.

　　 That really is not camel milk...

　　 Sister smiled softly and touched her head.

"good."

　　The players around were talking about the plot just now. Although some versions were outrageous enough, they guessed it.