This Game is Too Real

Chapter 253: This is a good sign!

"...Is it here?"

This is the twentieth time today, and Schell repeatedly confirmed the address on the note, and he did not come to the wrong place.

At the moment in front of him was a facade that was being renovated, and the sound of sawing wood and ding-ding-dong came from inside.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a hotel here.

"Is there someone named Xu Shun here?"

"No no, how many times do you want me to say it?" the man doing carpentry at the door replied impatiently.

Schill continued to ask without giving up.

"Then who is the owner of this place? I have an important client who has filled in the address here. I have to find a way to find him."

What does this have to do with me?

The woodworker said without raising his head.

"The master here has gone out and will come back before dark. If you want to find him, just wait."

Before dark...

Noon is before dark, and so is the afternoon, because of this bullshit, he has been standing here for a whole day!

Now that the sky is dark, this guy told himself before it was dark!

Just when Schill was about to give up, the figure walking in the distance instantly dispelled the regret and regret on his face.

As if discovering a money bag that had fallen on the ground, Schell yelled out in surprise.

"Hey! Mr. Xu Shun!"

While shouting, he didn't forget to wave his hand to signal that the other party was here.

"Your acquaintance?" Shuyu glanced at the guard beside him unexpectedly.

Xu Shun made a helpless expression.

"The residents of the refuge have consigned things from him and signed my name."

Shuyu pinched his chin and nodded thoughtfully.

"I see."

"It looks like there are results."

Before the group of people walked to the door, Schell had already taken the initiative to greet him, speaking with a bright smile on his face.

"My friend, you finally came back!"

Xu Shun asked immediately before Schell finished his greeting.

"Have things sold?"

"Sold!"

Not minding that he was interrupted, Schill continued excitedly.

"My client likes your...er, the artwork very much. He also said that if there are any, he would like to buy some more for collection. Do I remember that you have a big bag? If you don’t find a buyer, you might as well Sell it to me."

The eyes of the player watching the subtitles suddenly brightened.

Especially Ye Shi, his eyes gleamed.

"Damn, fellow fellow!"

Sell!

Must be sold to him!

Old Bai's expression was subtle.

"It seems that the wasteland also has lsp."

The violent wind coughed slightly and said, "...It is always sold anyway."

Fang Chang nodded, "And the price is pretty good, so I have an explanation for Fujito."

To be honest, no one asked after asking in the market before, they basically didn't have much hope.

In the end, I didn't expect that when I returned from the talent market, the situation would turn around?

Sure enough, there are still people who know the goods.

Kuangfeng tried to analyze a wave rationally, and it was impossible for mercenaries to buy and wear that kind of evening dress with a long dress.

The civilians have no spending power and can be ignored directly.

Can afford so many chips, it must be the nobleman in the inner city.

No matter who it was sold to, Fang Chang took the money bag from Schill and counted the chips inside. The total denomination was exactly 480 pieces.

Schell has deducted 20% of his belongings—120 in total.

As for whether this guy is secretly too high and sells a little more, that is his own ability. The two parties agreed only to share the label price.

There are three evening dresses left, but there are a lot of stockings, almost twenty pairs.

At the price of 500 chips for a dress and 100 chips for a pair of socks, these clothes actually sold for a "sky price" of 3,500 chips.

Even Shuyu, who stood by, couldn't help but be amazed.

Good guys.

This sale is enough to pay 4 months' rent!

Of course, what players are thinking about is the exoskeleton and other equipment on the shelf.

Half of these 3,500 chips are theirs. Counting what they have earned before, they can already make up a huge sum of 2,000 chips.

There are only 1000 silver coins, but if you buy a kv-1 exoskeleton or other equipment and sell them back to other players, it will be more than 1000 silver coins.

The miner i-type sells 2000 silver, but the kv-1 with no level limit sells 1000 silver, right?

Three kv-1s are worth 1800 chips and sold for 3000 silver coins, which is a **** profit, okay!

Of course, this is just an example. What's more profitable than kv-1 is that many things in Boulder City are not available in the outpost shop.

Fang Chang intends to go to the official website to open a post immediately after the offline, while doing purchases, while doing pre-sales, by the way, ask Fujito Fufu if he wants to help buy something.

"Wait, why is it 3,500 chips?"

After hearing the negotiations relayed by Xu Shun, Xier stared wide-eyed at the shelter residents in front of him, and said angrily.

"Have you forgotten to score me 20%?"

"That's consignment, my friend, not now," Fang Chang, who was sketching the business map in his heart, didn't have time to talk to him, and said perfunctorily in Chinese with the words he had just learned, "If you want to buy, then pay for it. "

Xu Shun relayed this sentence again.

But in fact, this is simply unnecessary.

Even if he only understood a few words, Schell immediately understood what the group of guys meant.

hateful!

These rebellious blue hamsters!

Although the pain in his heart seemed to be dripping blood, Xi Er took out the purse from his pocket and reluctantly stuffed it into Fang Chang's hand.

"This is the entire cash flow of my store... a total of 3,500 chips."

Ye Shi turned to look at the wind.

"Do you believe it? The cash flow in his store just happens to be a whole number."

Gufeng glanced at him strangely.

"Do you still dig out such details while playing games?"

Ye Shi: "No, I just think it's weird to say that the ai of this game is telling nonsense with open eyes."

Gale: "..."

There was nothing polite with the profiteer, Fang Chang took the purse from Schill without hesitation, counted it carefully, and after confirming that there was no problem, he put it around his waist.

With a sunny smile on his face, Fang Chang said in a pleasant tone.

"I'm glad you can appreciate our art."

"Things are in the house, please come with us."

For the sake of art!

Schill followed his footsteps annoyedly, and walked into the facade that was being renovated.

Although the process was full of twists and turns, he finally got what he wanted.

Looking at the good stuff stuffed with the package, Shiel made up his mind to squeeze the money out of his old friend.

However, just as he was about to leave, Shuyu, who had not spoken, suddenly stopped him.

"Please wait a minute."

Stopping at the door, Schill turned his head and glanced up and down at the young man in front of him.

"Anything else?"

Shuyu shook his head.

"No, I'm just a little curious, who is buying such expensive clothes. Can you satisfy my curiosity?"

Ah.

Do you think Lao Tzu will tell you?

Although he didn't write the word huh on his face, Schell was also not tactful and straightforward.

"It's naturally a big man who can pay the money. As for who it is sold to, of course I can't disclose it. This is the privacy of the guest. I hope you can understand it."

One lot of money, one lot of goods.

The transaction has been completed.

After speaking, Schill was about to turn around and leave, but the young man continued to speak.

"So you still have a way to do business with big people."

Schell said triumphantly: "Of course, the customers of the Grey Squirrel Clothing Store are all over the wasteland. This is not my bragging."

"Really?" Shuyu thought for a while and continued, "In fact, there are many similar products in our place. If you have sales channels, we can consider cooperation."

"There are a lot more?!"

Schill opened his eyes wide, walked up to him in two steps, and spoke quickly.

"How much more, I want them all!"

The eager look and actions exposed the urgency in his heart, Shu Yu curled the corner of his mouth, but said calmly.

"A lot of what I'm talking about is not inventory, but production capacity. Of course it takes a certain amount of time to make this thing. Leave an address for me. I will let someone come to you when necessary."

"The gray squirrel clothing store is located at the entrance of the market next door!"

Schill pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, quickly wrote the address on it, and handed it to the young man in front of him politely.

Looking at the young man who took the note, he smiled and continued.

"If you still have goods, please contact me! Whether it is consignment or other cooperation methods, Grey Squirrel Clothing Store is happy to help you!"

Shuyu nodded slightly.

"I'll think about it."

…

Official website forum.

Today is as lively as ever.

[Announcement: Refuge 404 Office in Boulder City is established! The person in charge is a little brother named Shuyu, everyone hurry up and harass him. In addition, the Chamber of Commerce in the outpost is also under preparation, and it has now entered the personnel recruitment stage, so stay tuned! 】

Big eyes in debt: "Xiaoqi wrote this announcement, right?"

Lao Bai: "It should be, not like Brother Guang's style."

Lone Wolf: "What's the style of Brother Guang? (Curious

Kuangfeng: "Yeah, what is it? Kuangfeng also wants to know, what do you think. (Squinting

Lone Wolf: "???"

Quit smoking: "Damn, this imitation is too real!"

Ye Shi: "Guang: You just read my id and it's done. (Funny

Paddling on the edge: "Where's Fang Chang? Where's your Fang Chang? Why didn't you see him?"

Spring Water Commander: "That's right! Ou Huang, who said the dog, get out!"

Speaking of Fangchang, Fangchang will be there.

The players had just started Art, and the id of Brother Fang Chang appeared on the forum.

"Come back! I went to edit the post just now! Today's harvest is quite amazing, the transaction volume is one zero more than yesterday! Not only the clothes on consignment in the clothing store, but the works of Fujiteng Hut are sold out by local residents! We now have one in hand There are a lot of chips. I have compiled a price list of local products. If you need it, you can ask me to buy it. The price is open and transparent, and it is childish! (Sorry teeth

Tail: "I'm giao! That kind of exciting clothes is sold out! (?△?;?)?"

Sisi: "Is this the adult world? (o°w°o

Quit smoking: "Fujiteng is awesome!"

Irene: "Sure enough, the driving force for the continuous progress of society is lsp. (Funny

Kuangfeng: "That's not necessarily accurate. After all, three-digit clothes cannot be consumed by ordinary people. A rational analysis suggests that the nobles in the inner city should have bought them."

Ye Ao Nai He said: "Laughing, who can't afford three-digit clothes? The clothing store owned by my family also has the cheapest clothes at 999, and the expensive nine-figure goes up. I can only say You are still too young to see any real tyrants. The world is much more complicated than you think."

Lao Bai: "...Are we talking about one-dimensional things?"

Fujito: "! Will the evening dress I designed appear in the ball of the noble ladies?! (☆▽☆

Ye Shi: "Sure! Maybe after a while, Teng Teng Hut will become a Boulder City."

Irene: "Sweeping the city is just around the corner. (Funny

Yaya: "Hey...it's a wasteland. The atmosphere is too open. I really can't accept that kind of clothes. ('‐w‐

Ye Shi: "It's not impossible to cover it. (Funny

Yaya: *?w?)?╰ひ╯"

Irene: Funny Scared Limited.jpg

Fujito: "What the hell, what are you thinking about! The clothes are not what you think, okay? Also, your figure can't be worn, that kind of high-level feeling... Anyway, you have to be slim to wear it out, okay? !"

Yaya: "Wait a minute, I can't pretend to hear this, are you saying I'm fat!! (σ｀д′)σ"

Fujito: "No, no, I didn't mean that. qaq"

Tail: "The tail testifies! The master is not fat at all, just bigger! (///w///

Yaya: "!??"

Sisi: "I have a designer to speak. Who does Fujito think is more suitable?"

Fujito: "For example... Boss Xia?"

Boss Xia?

Chu Guang, who was watching the screen, felt that Xia Yan could not accept that kind of clothes. Her salary was not low, and if she liked it, she would have bought it.

Mercenaries are keen on leather products, whether it is leather jackets or small leather jackets.

Compared with clothes made of fibers, animal leather can better resist biting and cutting-type injuries, and it will not be too uncomfortable in rainy weather.

and…

I can't imagine it at all.

That rude guy puts on that dignified and elegant evening dress...

Chu Guangnao made it up for a while, only to make up for someone awkwardly tripped by the skirt, and couldn't help laughing.

Xia Yan, who was sitting nearby and reading a book, looked over suspiciously.

"what are you laughing at?"

Chu Guang coughed lightly.

"Nothing, I thought of some fun things."

"Fun thing?"

Hearing something funny, Xia Yan suddenly came to his mind, put down the book in his hand, waiting for him to continue speaking expectantly.

Listening to stories is much more interesting than watching these little tadpoles!

But Chu Guang didn't intend to elaborate.

"When you finish reading the study materials in your hand, I will tell you."

Xia Yan rolled his eyes and picked up the book again.

"Hey, stingy!"

Boss Xia who hadn't been studying Chinese, Chu Guang looked at the computer screen.

The topics discussed by the players seem to have gone from the right price of a piece of clothing to the cultural conquest of the "different world".

Some people proposed to get out Hanfu and lo skirts, but soon some people said that the materials were too much and the cost was not good.

Soon someone said that, regardless of what to sell, we can first introduce the final payment system to cut the leeks of the wasteland people.

Although they had great brains and good ideas, Chu Guang still felt that they were thinking too much.

The NPCs of "Wasteland ol", although the setting is called NPC, it is only a setting relative to the players.

These people are not stupid at all.

Chu Guang even dared to assert that once someone finds a substitute for the devil silk, a lot of copycats will emerge soon.

There are no trademark laws or patents on the wasteland. Everyone uses things that have been thoroughly studied by the civilization before the war. Even if something new comes out one day, who would dare to say that this thing was invented by himself?

"Someone will definitely find that polyamide can be a substitute."

This thing is a kind of thermoplastic resin, which can be made by polycondensation of adipic acid and hexamethylene diamine, and it can be used not only for making socks, but also for various mechanical and electrical parts, including bearings, gears, pulleys, pump impellers, and blades. , High-pressure sealing ring and so on.

The chemical plant in the outpost also produces a small amount of this kind of thing, and the biomass oil provided by Cam Tree is a good raw material.

No need to think about it.

Even Mosquitoes can make this stuff, and Boulder City can certainly produce this stuff, at best, no one develops this market.

"Unexpectedly, the clothes made by Teng Teng Hut succeeded in breaking into the upper class of Boulder City?"

"This is a surprise."

"If this style of clothing can be popular in the upper class and become a trend, and then create a lower-cost substitute for promotion in the sinking market, it might work!"

Devil silk products take the high-end route, and nylon silk textiles open up the sinking market!

A smile appeared on Chu Guang's face.

"I'm a genius!"

Did you make clothes and socks a little bit low?

what is the relationship!

Light industry earns foreign exchange, and the earned foreign exchange subsidizes heavy industry. This is very reasonable.

As long as it can be developed, don't worry about the means too much.

The only thing that needs to be verified now is the acceptance of this product by the locals.

Chu Guang's gaze fell on Boss Xia's knee subconsciously.

Boss Xia, who hadn't read the book very carefully, felt the line of sight and became nervous and asked in a low voice.

"What..."

"nothing."

never mind.

Just refer to the aesthetics of oneself or the players, it feels not very meaningful, even if Chu Guang feels ok, it does not mean that the consumers on the wasteland feel ok.

It's better to use the market to test it directly.

Chu Guang had enough confidence in his little players.

Fujito's clothes have conquered the upper class of Boulder City.

This is a good sign!

Xia Yan: "?"

Withdrawing his gaze from Boss Xia, Chu Guang opened the vm and was about to edit a task and send it to the players in the chemical plant, but his finger stopped on the screen.

emmm...

Speaking of.

What should be the proper name for this task?

…

At ten o'clock in the evening, the night was deep.

The city of Qingquan in the dark is like a silent tomb, but the Boulder City on the side of the third ring road has nothing to do with the word silence. Many neighborhoods are even more lively than during the day, like the spirit of the head of the tomb. Boy.

There is always a way to release pressure.

Human needs can't just be enough to eat.

From a large glass of beer with one chip to a three-digit special cocktail, people always think of ways to add some fun to life.

The Queen of Night Bar near the inner city, with the best music and dazzling lights, is as full today as ever.

On the purple couch, sat a man hugging the left and the right.

The pair of leather shoes under his feet were made of death claw leather, and they were made by the famous designer of Ideal City. The gold paint has been hot from the top of the shoe to the sole.

Will it wear off on the soles of hot shoes?

Is this something he needs to consider?

After the paint is off, just change a pair, and he doesn't need to climb mountains and wading like wastelanders to ask for life.

His name is Yang Kun, the owner of the Sequoia Timber Factory. He has many properties in the south. He also runs two real estates in the outer city. He also raises a caravan and a mercenary group.

In this bar, he can be regarded as a famous celebrity.

"Robo, my little carrot, you have more and more tricks here."

The two beauties he held in his arms were wearing the artwork that Schier had obtained from the blue coat.

The pure white evening dress and knee-high socks, with a hint of coquettish in purity, and a hint of lightness in nobleness, but not so colored.

This kind of appetite feeling is simply amazing!

Robb's face was full of smiles, and he said politely.

"It is my pleasure to satisfy you!"

Yang Kun nodded and said slowly.

"These clothes are good everywhere, but there is one shortcoming."

Robb immediately said: "Please tell us, we will definitely improve in the future!"

Yang Kun: "Too strong."

Robo was stunned for a moment, and he caught the familiar glances of the old customers, and instantly understood.