This Game is Too Real

Grey Squirrel Clothing Store.

Two firewoods stuffed in the fireplace that were about to burn to ashes, and Shiel, wrapped in an old leather jacket, was dozing off his leather shoes on the moldy wooden table.

From the end of September last year to now, business here has been deserted for almost four months.

However, he is not worried that he will go bankrupt.

It was the same in previous years.

In winter, only mice will patronize his closet, but it doesn't matter, as long as the winter is over, the street outside will be crowded with people, and business here will get better soon.

Even a predator who degenerates into a primitive man will find a pair of pants to wear.

His shop is at the gate of the market, and this market is the closest to the main entrance of Boulder City.

The wastelanders who come and go here, as long as they come to this market, they can see his house's sign at a glance.

Those clothes with two or three chips are the most popular, even the workers in the factory next door can afford it, and some wastelanders who are not financially rich will also consider it.

However, most of these clothes are not very particular about the source. Many of them are taken from dead people. You can even find stitched bullet holes and cut marks on them. The cheap ones don't even have seams.

Caravan guards or mercenaries from other places usually take a lot of money. Those leather jackets and jeans hanging on the shelves are prepared for them. Some are from garment factories in industrial areas and tailor shops. of.

After all, it is a problem for these people who are going north and south, whether they will come here next year. No one will hold those plastic pieces in their pockets.

Before leaving, they would change their chips to cigarettes, wine, bullets, or even gold and silver or the Legion’s dinars.

In addition, clothes are also a good choice.

As for now?

The winter is just over, and the streets are full of poor people looking for jobs. For him who opens the door to do business, it is naturally a time to replenish his energy.

Sher was hugging left and right in his dream, but at this moment, the cold wind that swept through the door suddenly woke him up.

"Welcome... Pro, are you here to buy clothes?"

Schill squinted his awake eyes, and carefully looked at the five men coming in outside.

The one who walked in the front was not very old, sixteen or seventeen, but he probably had been on the battlefield with a gunshot wound on his arm and a sharp edge on his childish face.

It's nothing, anyone here hasn't seen a gun?

But the last four people are terrible, they carry an aura that is peculiar to the awakened.

It's just that the look on his face that he has never seen the world, touched left and right, somewhat undermined his stereotype of the awakened.

Seeing that the fire in the fireplace went out, Ye Shi yelled nonchalantly.

"Boss, it's time to add firewood."

Xier was stunned for a moment, but didn't understand the dialect that came from an unknown country.

"what are you saying?"

The man walking in front said immediately.

"He said your fireplace is out of fire."

"You don't need to remind, I know... Firewood doesn't cost you money, this is not outside the city." Schell murmured annoyedly, sat upright on the chair, and stared at the communicable person in front of him. Are you mercenaries, what are you going to buy? Cotton clothes? Leather jackets? Or...want to buy a batch of bargains?"

Xu Shun did not explain, but looked at the few uncles behind him who rolled up their sleeves and stared at the "subtitles" at the VM.

Schell's eyes narrowed slightly, but he recognized what was wearing these people's arms.

I didn't notice it just now, but these people are actually blue coats?

What a surprise!

Those blue gophers not only awakened, but actually put on the clothes of the wastelander?

Isn't their coat grown on the body?

"We don't want to buy, we want to sell. I heard that we need clothes here?" Fang Chang said a long list in his mother tongue in stubborn people's language.

The boss obviously didn't understand.

But Xu Shun, who often deals with players, understands it. Combined with the translation projected on the VM, he immediately smoothed the grammar of Fang Chang's words and repeated them again.

After hearing this sentence, Schill frowned immediately.

"Sell?"

"What are you doing here to sell clothes? Isn't there a shop next door that collects used clothes?"

Seeing that these people were not customers, Schell's expression instantly faded, and he became impatient at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The clothes of the dead are all weighed and wholesaled. He doesn't have a scale here.

"The price offered there was too low, and we all agreed that it was an insult to the artwork!" Xu Shun relayed Fang Chang's words skillfully, and this time even imitated the indignant tone.

Schill sneered, and said to his heart that a group of hillbillies from outside could understand what art is.

He wanted to ridicule them and blast them out, but he suddenly thought of the VM that those people had in their hands, and pressed down the idea again.

The blue jacket.

They are blue coats.

Schell's eyes rolled.

As we all know, the people outside Boulder City are all hillbillies.

But this does not include the big merchants from the Yunjian province, or the blue coats in the refuges.

Although the latter is a bit stupid, any "civilized people" have to admit that they are a group of lucky people born in heaven.

Extending his crumpled hand, Schill opened the drawer and took out the brass-colored glasses from the inside and hung them on the bridge of his nose.

"Let me see."

Xu Shun looked at Fang Chang, who removed his eyes from the intermittent subtitles, immediately took off the package in his hand and handed it to the most reliable NPC.

Xu Shun walked to the counter and put the package on the table.

"Look at it, how much money you can give."

After unwrapping the package, Schill reached out and touched it, an expression of interest suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Devil silk?!"

It turns out that the batch of goods that appeared on the market a few days ago was sold by these people?

He had heard that the ten rolls of fabric had just appeared in the trading post and were divided by a group of fast-eyed people.

In the end, he didn't know who the devil cloth was transferred to. Anyway, many tailor shops were asking where the delicate cloth came from.

But soon, the excitement in his eyes dimmed.

"The clothes have been made? Are these all? Isn't there that kind of bundled fabric?"

Xu Shun: "That's it."

"It's a pity." With a regretful expression on Shire's face, he let out a sigh, "It's a waste of good things."

Xu Shun frowned.

"Isn't the clothes that have been made work?"

"No matter how good the fabric is, it has to be used in the right place," Schill shook his head. "Yes, devil silk is very rare and strong. It is good whether it is used for luxurious clothes, ropes or protective gear. Material, but..."

As he said, Xier stretched out his hand to pull out a piece of clothing from the package, and shook it in front of Xu Shun with a speechless expression.

"Can you explain to me, what is this?"

The white and silky texture, the skirt and the cuffs are carefully carved with texture, and there is indeed an indescribable sense of dignity.

However, the problem is that this dress only has the front, and the back is just a symbolic stitch, and there are only a few ribbons on the back.

The skirt is long enough, but does it make sense?

Xu Shun was stunned, and before he could speak, the players behind him who were watching the subtitles had already begun to yell angrily.

"Damn! This soil bun doesn't know the goods!"

"That's it! Such a beautiful long dress!"

"Hey, I want to see the crow wear it once in my dream..."

"Don't think about it, not even with a tail."

Dress? ? ?

Xu Shun bit the bullet and answered.

"This is a dress..."

"There is too much leaking behind! Just a few ropes. What's the difference between not wearing them?" Schill sneered. "The nobles in the inner city don't like such exposed clothes. It will make them party I feel ashamed!"

Xu Shun's expression is a bit subtle.

Honestly.

He also felt that the clothes showed a little too much.

Only the front piece can really cover the upper body completely?

He was not questioning the tastes of the residents of these shelters, he just thought it would be perfect if he could cut off the piece of the skirt and sew it on his back...

"Maybe it's a cultural difference," Fang Chang frowned and thought for a moment, rubbing his chin, "I feel that the atmosphere in the outer city is still more open, but maybe the people in the inner city will be more conservative."

Gale put forward a conjecture.

"Maybe the people in the inner city wanted to show the difference from the outer city?"

Fang Chang: "Maybe it is."

Ye Shi sighed.

"Hey, Ms. Fujiteng is unfavorable."

Lao Bai: "By the way, these clothes... haven't been sold at the outpost, right?"

He didn't even watch people pass through in the outpost.

Kuangfeng thought for a while, nodded and said, "Indeed, I remember that this dress has been hung in the vine hut for a while."

In this game, you cannot register a trumpet, and you cannot change your gender. Everyone knows each other online, so they are unexpectedly reserved in the game.

Change to another game...

I'm afraid I'm already wearing the old man.

Ye Shi: "Maybe it's too cold? It's really inappropriate to wear this thing in winter."

Gale: "There is heating in the refuge, do you think this reason is justified?"

Ye Shi: "Uh, okay."

Fang Chang sighed.

"Very well, now the most potential seed players have been eliminated, ignoring those unreliable things, we still have four...er, three cards left in our hand."

It seems that there is a reason why this piece of clothing cannot be sold, even the players' shame cannot be accepted, and it is excusable that the NPC cannot accept it.

what a pity.

I hope Miss Fujito will not be depressed.

Just as Ye Shi was wondering how to tell Fujito the bad news, the boss sitting behind the counter suddenly came out of his mouth again.

"What is this stuff?"

Gloves?

Sher muttered and pulled a white stocking out of the package.

After studying for a while, I probably haven't seen such a long and straight socks, so I rolled up my sleeves and put them directly on my furry arm.

The four young players in the clothing store saw that almost no old blood spurted out.

"Fuck!"

"Lao Tzu's eyes!"

"You tell him," Fang Chang hurriedly pulled Xu Shun, almost yelling in excitement, "That thing is socks."

Xu Shun was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly relayed Fang Chang's words.

"sock?"

Schill was taken aback, muttering and lowering his head to take off his shoes. The four little players couldn't bear it anymore and rushed to grab the things from him.

"Go away!"

"Don't buy it, don't touch it!"

"Yes! You are tarnishing art!"

"???"

With question marks all over his face, Schell scratched his head, wondering why he hadn't done anything, how these people reacted so strongly.

What a bunch of rude guys!

Xu Shun awkwardly wanted to dig out the four rooms on the ground with his toes.

To be honest, he was also at a loss, and this time there was a VM assist, and he didn't know how to translate it.

The manager is on!

I beg you to change someone to do this job.

He would rather fight a bayonet with a predator in the trenches than a mutant behind a bunker, and he really didn't want to do the job of an interpreter!

"Let's go, there is no one we are looking for here."

"It's time to end this dumb mystery, stupid NPC."

"Yes, it's a waste of time!"

Ye Shi **** the package and threw it on Fang Chang's hand. The latter slammed it neatly on his shoulder, turned his head and walked outside the door.

Seeing a few players about to leave, Xu Shun breathed a sigh of relief, saying that it was finally over, and hurriedly followed.

"Wait a moment."

Seeing them put away their things, Schell quickly stopped them.

The group stopped.

Seeing the five pairs of eyes looked over, Schill coughed slightly and said.

"Well, since you have also asked next door, no one wants these... uh, artwork, why don't you put it here for consignment?"

Xu Shun: "Consignment?"

"Yes," Schell nodded. "You write a price yourself, and then hang it on the shelf or window at the door."

"If I sell it, I only harvest 20%. If it doesn't sell, you can just take the things away before you leave here."

After all, it is made of devil silk, and it is still a rare item of blue coats. Although the materials are wasted, there is still value.

What if it's sold out?

Schill is not the kind of stubborn person.

Anyway, there is no business now, and I am idle as I am idle, and it's okay to make a gimmick on the window.

And if these people forget what they are consigning when they leave, then these things will belong to him.

This kind of thing happens from time to time.

Before, there was a mercenary who consigned dead claw skins here. He was still an awakened one. He said he was hanging here for a week, but after waiting for a few months, no one came back.

After inquiring from the other mercenaries that the guy was dead, Sear happily bought the dead claw skin to the big boss in the inner city.

Leather shoes made of dead claw leather are the most popular in the inner city. They are not only comfortable and durable, but the most important thing is to show their strength.

Xu Shun didn't think so much, just stared at him.

"How do we trust you?"

"My friend, this is Boulder City. It's different from the outside! The agreement signed in black and white, as long as it doesn't get out of the wall, anyone has to recognize it. And my shop is here, can I still run away?" Schill vowed. , "You four awakened ones, are you afraid of me as an ordinary person?"

It sounds reasonable.

Xu Shun looked at the four players behind him.

The four small players discussed and finally reached a consensus.

A dead horse is a living horse doctor, and it is better to try than not to try.

Fang Chang stepped forward, took out the evening gown that had the most leakage, put it on the table, and knocked it with his fist.

"five hundred!"

Ye Shi also leaned over, rummaged in the package for a while, and accurately pulled out the white knee-high socks that this guy had put on his hands.

After getting a pair, he threw it on the table with a look of disgust.

"One hundred! No, fifty!"

Schill: "..."

How much do you sell?

It's too hard to communicate with these guys.

Schell impatiently tore off a piece of paper from the side of the ledger, tore it in half, and wrote the number on it.

"Five hundred leaky clothes, one hundred socks that can be worn as pants... Okay, leave me an address. I must at least know which hotel you are staying in."

Xu Shun stepped forward to leave an address, signed the name on the paper, and didn't want to waste time here, and quickly dragged the players away from here.

"Just this torn clothes can sell for 500? A torn socks for 100?"

"I'm really crazy about money!"

Seeing the backs of those people disappearing to the door, Schill sneered, but got up from the chair, went to the window and hung up the things.

A sticker with the price was posted, and then he placed a small blackboard next to it properly, and wrote on it--

【...The unique devil silk weaving process comes from the mysterious refuge technology. This is the only one in Boulder City. This is a unique work of art. 】

Get it done!

Schell stepped back two steps, read the words on the sign again, and nodded in satisfaction.

Although the communication with those blue jackets is not pleasant, people can't make it through with the chips, can they?

As long as he can switch to those colorful plastic sheets, he is willing to do even the eater's business!

...

Get out of the store.

Ye Shi looked at the teammates beside him.

"Is it reliable to let that guy buy things for us?"

Fang Chang shrugged.

"No way, you can only sell it with your mouth."

Ye Shi was not happy anymore.

"Gan! You are embarrassed to say me, if you miss a few words of Chinese in the language of the people, are you confused?"

Fang Chang gave him a sideways look.

"Come on, you, your dad can say at least two sentences, how about you? I don't know how to count!"

"I have to take the fourth level, how can I have time to learn this stuff?"

"The dishes are over, Brother Xuexueguang, never making excuses."

"@#%!"

Gale: "..."

Listening to the quarrel of the teammates, Lao Bai looked at the sky and sighed.

"Hey, this game is really difficult..."

He doesn't understand it at all.

It must be a matter of intellectual attributes!

Xu Shun silently followed behind the four.

Although he has carefully studied the language of the refuge, he has also learned a few words and short sentences.

These people talk quickly and they have many tricks. Without the help of a teleprompter, they really can't hear what they are talking about. Sometimes the VM doesn't even know how to translate.

but……

The atmosphere was friendly, although the voice was loud, it didn't look like a quarrel.

Hearing Fang Chang and Ye Shi quarreling, the wind suddenly broke in.

"Speaking of which 500 is too expensive? The average salary here is less than 100 a month, right?"

The daily salary for food and shelter ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ is more than 90 a month. Some engineers can earn ten or even a hundred times the figure, but the number of people is scarce like giant pandas.

"You don't understand, even if you sell 50, ordinary people can't afford it," Fang Chang said slowly, "If that's the case, why not just sell it more expensive? People who can afford it will naturally buy it, but those who can't afford it. People won’t buy them even if you discount them."

The three looked at each other.

Damn it?

It sounds reasonable!

But the tone of this guy's speech, did you learn it from mosquitoes?

It's more and more like a profiteer...

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(Before twelve o'clock in the next chapter)