This Game is Too Real

Text Chapter 247 Brother Fang's "Market Research"

The towering huge walls make Boulder City a well-known paradise. Compared with the distant cloud province and the ideal city, it seems to be within reach.

However.

This majesty does not benefit everyone here.

On the way to the main entrance of Boulder City, the first thing that came into view was a huge slum.

The tattered shack, like psoriasis, grows under the feet of a huge wall, and looks like a stinking ditch that can't be seen from a distance.

Most of the people living here are yellow and thin, wrapped in clothes that don't know how long they have been wearing, sitting in a daze at the door, or planning to go out to pick up waste.

There is no trash to pick up in the vicinity. If you want a good harvest, you can only go to higher floors or farther places.

The ubiquitous sewage and excrement dyed the snow that should have been white to other colors. It must be worse when the snow melts. It is a miracle that there is no outbreak of plague.

Fang Chang, who had never seen so many NPCs in this game, stared at the scene in front of him and asked.

"How many people are there?"

Xu Shun asked his question again, and Qian Lai replied indifferently.

"Ten thousand, twenty thousand, maybe one hundred thousand, anyway, people here have never seen less. Who would use the effort to count such things is meaningless."

A surprised expression appeared on Xu Shun's face.

Thousands? !

This is too exaggerated.

At this moment, Fang Chang, who was staring at the VM screen and watching the subtitles, was thinking of completely different things.

"Tens of thousands?!"

"...What do so many people eat?!"

Anyway, it's not farming anyway.

It doesn't look like there is a place for farming here.

The shot of the slum is a crooked telephone pole with a few speakers wrapped around it, playing several boring channels in turn.

One hundred meters further ahead is the main entrance of Boulder City.

There are clean concrete roads, militiamen on duty, caravans ready to go, and poor people looking for work everywhere, many or even small children.

For the vast majority of people here, life depends on two things.

One is to be favored by caravans or merchants, and the other is to catch up with the factory to recruit workers.

If you can't count on these two, and can't let go of your only self-esteem to beg or betray your soul, then you can only be a mercenary.

To catch up with the wave, you don’t even have to buy a gun yourself.

Because they were carrying the goods shipped from the outpost, Fang Chang and his party were quickly spotted as traders.

A little boy with slightly curly hair and dirty face followed Qian Lai step by step and said in a sharp voice.

"Sir, do you need a servant? I can count, wash clothes, move things... I can smell the mice and cockroaches hidden in the crevices, and I can do anything."

He has good eyesight, and he can tell at a glance who among this group of people is most like a business man.

However, he has a lot of capabilities in the entire slum.

"unnecessary."

"gentlemen-"

The boy wanted to fight, but Qian Lai interrupted him impatiently.

"I only say it once."

Seeing his unfriendly eyes and the pistol on his waist, the boy took a step back, daring not to entangle any more, ran to the side, looking for the next target.

Xu Shun glanced at the boy's lost back and didn't say anything.

He is not a sympathetic person, and of course he does not naively want to help children. Once this kind of thing has started, the troubles will be endless.

Who is not pitiful in this wasteland?

For him, the task assigned to him by the manager is the first priority, and everything else must be pushed aside.

but…

Looking at the towering huge wall, Xu Shun couldn't help feeling in his heart.

The huge wall is very high, and it feels safe to look at.

But as expected, it was still the northern suburbs ruled by the manager, which made him feel warm...

Across the street from the main entrance of Boulder City is the Wind Hotel in the distance. The signboard is hung on the magnificent gate.

But the guests there seemed to have a little conflict with the hotel.

In front of the hotel waiter, a man in an old leather jacket, his face flushed with anger. A suitcase was lying next to him. Judging from the scattered luggage, it should have been thrown out of the door.

Behind him, there are still guests who were driven out like him.

"Didn't you say that you only need one bargaining chip a day?"

The hotel waiter drew his ears and said impatiently.

"Yes, our manager said so, but it was winter, and the price has risen now. We didn't stop you from renewing the room, did we?"

"Ten chips a day? Are you robbers? Why is winter more expensive in the past?!"

"Of course it is to make room to entertain guests from afar. Why do you think it's cheap in winter?" The hotel waiter sneered, "Well, with your luggage, you can go away."

"What if I say no?" The man stared at him tightly.

"What does that have to do with me?"

The waiter yawned, turned around and walked towards the front door without even looking at him.

As he passed the main entrance, he glanced at the security guard at the door.

"give it to you."

The heavily armed security guard nodded his head expressionlessly, and stood motionless, his eyes looking straight ahead, like a statue.

The disregarded man looked annoyed and stretched his hand to his waist.

However, just as soon as his hand touched his waist, a gun sounded, and a blood hole was imprinted on the center of the man's eyebrows, and he fell backward in response.

The woman next to her screamed.

Several other guests hurriedly backed up, packed their luggage and left here.

Having witnessed this scene all the way, Fang Chang looked at the militiamen at the gate of the city in surprise, but saw that they didn't bother to take a look here.

Xu Shun, who was walking by, asked him the surprise in his heart.

"Those people... don't care?"

Qian Lai gave him a strange look.

"Those people? You mean the militia?"

Xu Shun swallowed.

"Um."

Qian Lai smiled and said.

"The militias don’t care about disputes outside of Boulder City. They only care about the land at the entrance. Law enforcement has a border. The wasteland is so large that we can’t manage every piece of land. If we manage this street, should we manage the next street? The reputation of this hotel is still good. The owner is a nobleman in the inner city, and the manager is a capable person. He has a good relationship with several gangs in the slum. If you are here for business, they will introduce customers to you...only A 10% commission is charged, and only once."

Taking out the rusty pocket watch and looking at the time, Qian Lai continued.

"It's noon, and there are not many people. If it is night, it will be more lively here, but I don't recommend you to have fun here."

"Have fun?"

"It's nothing, don't worry if you are not interested. If you are interested, you can ask the waiter at the door just now, and he will introduce it to you."

"...?"

Xu Shun looked blank.

Qian Lai urged him to say.

"Let's go, we should go to the city gate to line up... By the way, have you prepared the entrance tax?"

Xu Shun was stunned.

"Entrance tax? Do you have to pay tax when you enter?"

The manager told him that these goods are sold and a share is given to the caravan, and a portion of the remaining money can be used as their activities.

But those goods have not been sold yet, and he has no chips in his pocket.

I don’t know if those people are cashing in...

Qian Lai smiled and said, "Of course, you enter the city with 3 chips at a time, so most people don't go in and out at will. Nothing, I'll pay for you this time."

There are still more opportunities to deal with in the future.

Judging from the boss's reaction that night and the manager's attitude afterwards, Qian Lai felt that he needed to have a good relationship with them.

This is a long-term investment.

Six chips are only a small amount for him and his boss.

Waiting in line didn't take a long time.

The main thing is to check whether there are dangerous goods in the goods.

It is worth noting that explosives with an equivalent weight of more than 300g are contraband, but bullets and rifles are not. Perhaps it is because they have absolute confidence that they can kill the troublemakers in the first place. These militiamen don't seem to care whether they bring weapons in at all.

Think about it too.

The barrels of several heavy machine guns can be seen on this huge wall, and it is reasonable to arrange several snipers or similar things in the invisible places.

When they found Fang Chang, a few militiamen unexpectedly looked at him and the bow behind him. After communicating a few words in a low voice, they added a note to a book full of words.

Of course, Fang Chang is doing the same thing, holding a pen calmly and writing on a notebook.

[...The leader of the militia at the gate of Boulder City is very strong, can feel a dangerous aura, probably an awakened one, not sure how many levels. 】

[In addition, the awakened will be registered when entering the survivor base. 】

[However, judging from the reactions of people around us, ordinary awakened people should not deserve special treatment. Registration is just a routine matter. 】

The militia released a group of people.

Looking at the huge gate passing by, Xu Shun, who was carrying his bag, couldn't help feeling deeply.

The huge wall is very high and feels safe.

But as expected, it was the northern suburbs under the control of the manager, which made him feel warmer...

…

"...We followed the caravan into Boulder City, and the caravan leader paid the entrance tax for us, a total of 6 chips."

That night.

After going offline, Fang Chang went to the official website to open a post immediately and took the first-hand information of Boulder City to the forum.

Not only the players are curious about what the dog planner has put in the new map, and even the planner himself is curious about what is going on in Boulder City.

It's true.

Chu Guang had accumulated five months of bargaining chips, just planning to run there from Beit Street.

If he hadn't found Vault 404, he might have screwed there.

Because it was a serial post, the typing speed of Fang Chang was not very fast, so Chu Guang, who was sitting in front of the computer, clicked on the [Just look at the original poster] option to temporarily filter out the comments of the sand sculpture netizens.

"The situation inside the city is very different from outside the city. The streets here have been renovated, and the buildings were rebuilt on the ruins of torn down. The higher you go into the city, the taller they are, but they are not as high as the huge wall."

“Good hotels are expensive. Cheap hotels and taverns are hidden in intricate alleys. The conditions there are not much better than the slums outside. But it’s worth mentioning that because of the construction of a drainage system, it doesn’t smell. It's too smelly."

"Perhaps the planning is suggesting that we should also consider adding some municipal facilities to the strongholds on the surface?"

"In terms of clothing, the residents here are mainly dressed in cotton and linen, and the weaving industry should be very developed. For the citizens who work in the city, there is basically no problem in dressing, except that one piece of clothing can be worn. For a long time. Mercenaries prefer to choose leather clothes or body armor made of special materials, so even if they hide their guns, it is easy to distinguish them."

"A few hospitals and schools are scattered in several communities on the inner city edge. People living there have a completely different mental outlook from the outside, and they have stronger spending power."

"There is also a wall in the city center. There is the inner city of Boulder City. More than a dozen high-rise buildings before the war have been renovated to form the top of the Pyramid of Boulder City. The ruler who dominates all this is a man named Fang Ming. He seldom shows up directly in front of the public, and often shows people with holographic images. Most people are in awe of him, but quite a few people don’t care."

“It’s worth mentioning that Boulder City’s materials are not scarce, and productivity is not low. Many technologies have even reached the field of sci-fi, but most people still have a lot of money. Especially for the uneducated lower level. As far as people are concerned, there are only two ways to get rich, either join a caravan or become a mercenary."

"After we settled the settlement, we and the people from the caravan took the devil cloth and spirit leaf to the trading post. The bulk of the entire Boulder City was traded there. There were hundreds of stalls, like a bazaar. The same. The stall owners there marveled at our weaving craftsmanship, and I have to give Ms. Fujito a compliment here... but I can feel that they are obviously more interested in spirit leaves."

"In the end, 10 pieces of devil cloth were sold for 5,000 chips, and 100 kilograms of spirit leaves also sold 5,000 chips... This is the result of bargaining. UU reading www.uukanshu.com initially only planned to give half of this number. Goods. The weight is actually the same, but as far as I feel, the latter is less difficult to obtain and obviously more profitable."

"After the transaction was completed, the guard NPC and I walked around here and conducted a simple research on the market. We found that the demand for rubber and biomass oil here is very stable, the purchase volume is surprisingly large, and the most important thing is price transparency. ! The only drawback is that the price is not high. Where can I get so much rubber and oil is a problem."

"In addition, cotton, flax, grains, and materials such as steel, aluminum, and even precious metals such as silver and gold can all be traded here."

"The following is just a guess!"

"Considering that Boulder City focuses on the characteristics of the two professions [Businessman] and [Mercenary], the next version may open the game of runners and mercenaries."

"If you plan to run a business, you must pay attention to the weak spending power of the residents here, and it is estimated that it is difficult to sell food at a high premium!"

"But on the other hand, mercenaries have strong spending power and clear needs. Cheap weapons, protective gear, auxiliary equipment, stress-relieving alcohol and even mental leaves, as well as medical gauze and dry food, can sell well here. the price of!"

"Perhaps we should run a shop in Boulder City? Our weapons have clearly exceeded demand!"

"Of course, if there are brothers in the power system who are interested, you can also go to the factory to screw? But the trigger method is currently unknown, and the profit is very low, the process is suspected to be extremely boring."

"Unless you have never entered the factory in reality, it is strongly not recommended!"

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(I checked the information and checked the Cavan. It is more comfortable to smooth the outline, but there is not enough time. It is really difficult to save the manuscript... After laying the ground and starting a new plot, I will update it today.)