This Game is Too Real

"Of course it's filling out the form! I filled it out two or three months ago, and I've been waiting for a long time!" Ye Jiu said triumphantly, looking at the shocked brother.

Hearing this sentence, Ye Wei's expression became a little weird.

Two or three months is also a long time to call...

How many people on the forum have waited for almost a year without waiting.

Although this game does not issue qualifications based on the reservation time.

"It seems to be ready to use today, don't thank me, I'll send it to you!"

"...Send it to me."

Ye Wei was holding the helmet in his hand, and he was dumbfounded.

At this moment, a strange thought suddenly occurred in his mind.

If he wears his old sister's helmet...

"Have you registered an account?"

Ye Jiu shook her head and said.

"No, I don't play games, I'll send you to play."

Ye Wei looked at this guy strangely.

real or fake?

To be fair, if I can fill out the form, I am also a mild Internet addiction, and I have played one or two games at least.

However, now is not the time to talk about it.

With a hint of apprehension, Ye Wei took a deep breath and buckled the helmet on his head.

A darkness shrouded.

In the long silent silence, there was not a shred of light to be seen.

Ye Wei reached out and moved the helmet, but soon realized that there was no point in doing so.

"..."

Ye Jiu, who was beside him, didn't know what his brother was thinking, and asked excitedly.

"Are you connected?"

"……no."

Ye Wei took off his helmet in silence.

He now finally knew why his roommates looked at him with weird eyes.

Saying a thousand things and ten thousand, if you can't see something, you can't see it.

Unless the holder of the helmet, other people don't respond when they put it on, there is neither the mysterious countdown nor the connecting button in front of them.

But what he didn't expect was that even if he was a beta tester, he would be invisible when using someone else's helmet.

This thing seems to be bound to some unknown existence.

"...Ah, you can't see it either," Ye Jiu's expression was a little disappointed, "Mom too... She actually said that this thing is the inner liner of the rice cooker."

"Jiujiu," Ye Wei looked at his sister with a serious expression, "there's something, I've actually... been hiding it from you."

Ye Jiu gave him a strange look, looked up and down, and spoke slowly for a while.

"...Brother, are you really being taken care of by a rich woman?"

Ye Wei ignored her interruption, but turned around and went back to his room. After a while, he came out with a helmet.

Ye Jiu's eyes widened in surprise when he saw the helmet in his brother's hand.

"Wait...you have a helmet too?!"

"Well," Ye Wei nodded slowly, "I was one of the first beta testers."

Ye Jiu was speechless in surprise.

After a while, she whispered.

"...I see that everyone is discussing that game, and I want to give you a surprise, but I didn't expect that you already have it."

Ye Wei's expression was full of complexities.

Sighing, he said in the tone of someone who had come over.

"The scale of the game is too big. Even if you are my age, sometimes I can't control it. I never told you, just because I was afraid that you would fill out the appointment form... I didn't expect you to not only fill it out, but also win."

That old-fashioned expression was really too sloppy.

Ye Jiu glared at him angrily and snatched his helmet back.

"Che, it's still 'your brother my age', don't put onions in your nose!"

"You can't play it, you can play by yourself!"

Luckily, she still thought of giving the helmet to this guy.

It's really good to be a donkey's liver and lungs.

Big size?

Can't hold it?

She wants to see how big this game is!

Looking at the old girl's reaction as expected, Ye Wei continued patiently.

"I haven't finished speaking yet, don't get excited yet."

"Later I thought about it carefully. You are no longer a child. You should be the master of your own life and be responsible for your own decisions."

"And this game is different from other games in that it's not just entertaining, it's also got some other things... This might be an opportunity for you."

This game has changed the lives of many players.

He himself is a living example.

"Opportunity?" Ye Jiu tilted her head and said in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

Ye Wei did not explain the topic in detail, but pointed to the helmet on her hand.

"You'll know when you put it on."

With a suspicious expression on her face, Ye Jiu walked to the sofa and sat down at the old brother's signal, then buckled the helmet on her head suspiciously.

The original countdown position has been replaced by a simple line of options [whether to enter the game or not].

"See that option? Just click in."

Ye Wei gave a hint, but Jiu Jiu did not respond, it seemed that he had already entered the game.

Not surprisingly, she was waking up from the training capsule in Vault 117 right now.

And there is a high probability that there will be no accident. She is getting carried away with excitement at the moment, sighing with emotion, "this light, this water, this air".

Looking at the reactions of the cute newcomers after entering the game, it can be regarded as a reserved program of "Wasteland OL".

Ye Wei did not follow into the game, but sat across from her sofa.

Although he really wanted to take a picture of this guy's stunned look, his game character was at Dawn City at the moment, and he was still a little away from Refuge 117.

Not to mention, the game world is now at night, and it is not the time to hurry.

Looking at his sister sitting opposite, Ye Wei picked up the cup on the table and took a sip.

At this time, his expression suddenly became a little strange.

Speaking of...

According to the propaganda of the game's official website, wearing a helmet is equivalent to sleeping, and it is also a deep sleep.

In other words, as long as there is no movement that will wake you up, you won't wake up from your dream, right?

If you think about it like this, playing games in the living room is really dangerous.

He's not the kind of person who likes to play tricks, let alone do the childish thing of "deliberately wet the floor and pretend to pee the other party's pants".

But not this guy.

Thinking of this, Ye Wei couldn't help feeling agitated, and made up his mind silently.

The door must be locked when playing games in the future...

...

About half an hour later, Ye Wei guessed that it was time for lunch, and was planning to order takeout.

At this moment, there was an excited screaming from the opposite side of the sofa.

"Oh oh oh! It's absolutely amazing! Is the NPC in the lobby played by a real person? Or a virtual character? That armor is so cool! Is it called an exoskeleton? How many levels can you equip it?"

Before Ye Wei could clear up the question, Ye Jiu continued to ask excitedly.

"By the way, brother, what's your ID? I need to enter Master's ID when I take on the mission of spreading fire! He gave me a long list to choose from, but I couldn't find your name!"

"Who would use their real name as a screen name," Ye Wei said with a smile, "You can search for Ye Shi, I use this name in the game."

"Ye Shi? What does this ID mean?"

Hearing this sentence, Ye Wei almost choked on his own saliva and coughed twice.

"It's nothing... Everyone calls it that, and I'm used to it."

When he said this, his expression was stiff, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

As for the origin of this ID, that's a long story.

Of course he couldn't tell his sister that he was in a group called Niu Ma Group. Before the group nickname was "Ten Times of the Girl's Public Enemy Night", after the group name was changed, it was called "Wake up ten times in a night".

No matter which ID it is, it is not something that can be said openly.

But then again...

Who will tell acquaintances in reality what ID they use for online matching?

He's just glad now that he didn't fully type his name when he registered for an account at that time.

Otherwise, the company will die today!

Ye Jiu stared at the old brother suspiciously for a while, and always felt that things were not that simple.

But she didn't ask much.

After all, the somatosensory impact of the "completely immersive virtual reality online game" was too strong.

Even though it took a long time to calm down her breath, sitting on the sofa, she still hadn't fully digested the shock in her heart.

Even if she wasn't a gamer, she couldn't help being immersed in an overhead world that was completely different from reality, completely turning into the shape of a helmet.

She can't wait to get back into the game.

Can't wait to experience all the game content!

Ye Jiu's eyes shone brightly, and involuntarily shoved Ye Wei's helmet into his hand.

"Brother! Hurry up and take me on the number!"

Looking at the old girl who had put on the helmet for herself, Ye Wei had a dumbfounded expression.

good guy...

This addiction is bigger than myself.

...

Wasteland world.

Alliance Office in Boulder City.

Luca is arranging for people to transport several boxes containing bionic prostheses stacked in the office out of Boulder.

Boulder City has strict control over goods entering the city, but not so strict inspections for leaving the city.

Each person brings a piece of luggage, and it can be easily transported out through several round trips.

Recovering the high-tech equipment of the Boulder military industry from the black market is just one of the alliance's strategies against Boulder City.

As the lord of Dawn City, the focus of old Luca's work is mainly on the trade negotiations with the city hall.

Recently, there has been word from the city hall that the new alliance intends to import goods worth 200 million chips from the industrial area.

The factory owners and chambers of commerce bosses who were still noisy before immediately stopped finding fault and started to wait and see.

For those workers who lost their jobs due to the shutdown of the factory, although their lives did not improve immediately, they could not make trouble for the time being because they lost the support of the people behind the scenes.

Although I don't know how long this tacit understanding will last, it should last for a while.

...

On the coffee table in the lounge, there was a loud noise on the radio.

Mr. House was eloquently praising the greatness of the Lord of the City, and by the way, he also took the time for the last two sentences to praise Mr. Dulong's wise decision.

"...If we distribute the chips to everyone, the price of the nutritional cream will rise to the sky, and no one will benefit!"

"But it's not the same if you lend your chips to our neighbors. 200 million chips will create tens of thousands of jobs! Save hundreds of thousands of families! We'll get jobs and a chance to support ourselves!"

"This is more than a beautiful thing!"

sit in front of the radio.

Hal, from the Lion Tribe in Luoxia Province, was playing with this talking machine curiously.

"It's incredible... Is there a person living in this iron box?"

Shuyu, who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, looked away from the shopping list and looked at him curiously.

"I also think it's incredible. You told me that in your father's court, there are hundreds of android maids... Why can you accept androids, but not something as simple as a radio?"

The technical content of the former is obviously much higher than that of the latter, which is obvious.

However, Hal said it with certainty.

"Isn't it different? Bionics are still human beings. Is it strange that people can speak?"

Shu Yu was stunned.

The teacup in his hand stopped.

Although he felt that this sentence was a problem everywhere, he didn't know how to refute it for a while.

Seeing that Shuyu didn't speak, Hal, whose mouth couldn't be idle, continued to speak happily.

"You said that if I bring a radio back, will my father pass the throne to me?"

"...I think you'd better not do this." Worrying about soiling the table, Shuyu put down the teacup and whispered persuasively.

He had a phone call with the manager last night.

In addition to communicating about the purchase list, he also mentioned this guy's business incidentally.

The manager's advice is the same as old Luca. No matter how likely this guy is to inherit the throne, it's not a bad thing to make a few more friends.

Anyway, hiring more clerks doesn't cost much.

Even if he does not become the king in the end, he can safely return to the tribe to be a leisure king, which is only good for the new alliance.

The area of ​​Luoxia Province is several times larger than that of River Valley Province. The endless sand sponge stretches for thousands of kilometers and spans the central region of the entire Zhongzhou continent, connecting with mountains and grasslands.

There are several feudal kingdoms scattered on the oases left over from the People's Union era, which are the transportation hubs for east-west trade.

The Lion Tribe is one of the strongest and less exclusive ones.

This information is also collected by the new alliance from past traders.

"Headache... What kind of thing is worth the price? Do I have to go to the ideal city in the east?"

Hal turned off the radio with a depressed look and looked at Shuyu who was sitting across from him.

"My friend, can you give me some advice?"

"How could I know, I haven't seen your father." Shu Yu gave him a helpless look and continued, "But if you want me to say... Instead of thinking about what is priceless, let's think about you. Father's preference."

Hal said blankly.

"Like?"

Shuyu nodded.

"Yes, whether a thing is valuable or not is itself a subjective judgment. For example, he is a person who attaches great importance to trade. If you bring back ten times the entanglement that you brought on your body when you go out, he will definitely look at you with admiration."

"If he is a person who attaches great importance to military affairs, you only need to prove his bravery, such as cutting off a few more heads of death claws, and bringing home a few warriors who have been born and died together."

Hal had a thoughtful look on his face.

"I see... it means to do whatever you want, right?"

Shu Yu said casually: "You can understand it like this, it will be more convenient."

Hal said with a distressed face: "But my father doesn't like businessmen or soldiers. He just likes to get into the crowd of women and have a banquet every three or five minutes."

Shu Yu sighed.

"Then you will abduct a beautiful daughter-in-law back...to prove your charm."

This tribe is helpless.

But think about it, where in the world isn't like this?

Producing offspring is a healthier hobby.

However, what Shuyu didn't expect was that he just said casually. After thinking about it for a while, this prince named Howl had a very enlightened expression on his face.

"My friend...you are a genius! Your words made me stunned. Come and be my staff! When I become king, you will be the minister of the Lion Tribe!"

Shu Yu looked at him with a funny face.

"My loyalty belongs only to great managers, so don't make jokes like that."

Minister?

He is not uncommon.

Even the intoxicated fans of Boulder City can't corrupt him, let alone a tribe in a backcountry.

Hal closed his mouth.

He just said it casually. He didn't really expect this young man to follow him back to help him fight for the throne. In fact, he himself hadn't made up his mind whether to fight for that thing.

At this time, the door of the lounge opened, and Luca came in from outside.

"The manager sent a message just now, hoping that we will open a branch of "Voice of the Alliance" in Boulder City."

Shuyu looked up at Luka and asked strangely.

"Isn't the broadcast signal in the northern suburbs able to cover here? Why set up a separate branch?"

Luca repeated the manager's original words.

"Because this branch mainly reports the local news of Boulder City, the staff and reporters hired are mainly local people. Of course, we will intersperse some of our things in these news, and by the way, correct the "Boulder City Voice" to us. Biased reporting."

"It's just that these things are inconvenient for us to talk about and need to be replaced by their own words."

"It's not just broadcasting, we're going to be a print medium, writing our ideas in newspapers and selling them to them."

A look of surprise appeared on Shuyu's face, especially when he heard the second half of Luka's words, he couldn't help but say.

"Having our own voice channel is really important, but using the newspaper as a propaganda tool...is there really anyone here willing to pay for it?"

The monthly income of most residents in Boulder City is less than 100 chips, which is equivalent to about three chips a day.

This amount of money is just enough for their daily living expenses.

Even if they set the price of newspapers at a minimum of one chip per share, few people would be able to squeeze out the money to buy them.

As for mercenaries.

Although they are rich, their literacy rate is even lower than that of factory workers.

After all, although the latter are poor, at least they live within the giant wall, and most of them have complete families. In order for their children to work in factories in the future, their parents will invest a little in education.

It is not that there are no newspapers in Boulder City, but basically only the citizens who live relatively well-off will buy them.

Here, the market size of paper media is quite limited, and it is difficult for a foreign newspaper to enter.

If it's for publicity purposes, this is obviously not a good idea.

Facing Shuyu's confusion, Luca said in a firm tone.

"Someone will buy it. Our newspapers are prepared for ordinary residents of Boulder City. The manager said that you only need to pay one chip a month to receive newspapers for a whole month."

Shu Yu frowned.

"In this case, ordinary people can indeed afford it, but for us, the cost pressure is probably not small..."

You only need to pay one chip per month, which is equivalent to the retail price of a kilogram of nutritional cream.

This is almost like a free gift.

Luca nodded.

"There will definitely be pressure in the beginning,"

Shu Yu furrowed his brows, but soon a stunned expression appeared on his face.

However, Hal, who was sitting beside him, was still confused and couldn't help asking curiously.

"Why is the cost pressure less when selling more? Shouldn't it be more?"

"...Because we can advertise in newspapers, people who can afford to buy newspapers usually don't skimp on their investment in bread and clothing, and even pursue their taste." He explained patiently to the side. Hal, there was a hint of admiration in Shu Yu's eyes.

As expected of a manager.

Even this kind of thing was considered!

Seeing Shuyu explaining it for himself, Luca smiled lightly and continued.

"...In the initial promotion stage, we can cooperate with some commoner taverns frequented by local residents and supply them with a month's worth of newspapers for free."

"You can also cooperate with some excellent factories, such as ... ten empty Nuka-Cola bottles for a newspaper."

Shu Yu couldn't help but praise.

"That's a good idea!"

Nuka-Cola is well known at the Boulder Tavern.

And those unemployed workers have enough time to collect those things.

This is a good thing for both the factory and the newspaper.

"Our relationship with Boulder has eased recently, and now is the time to do it."

"Of course, in order to achieve our long-term goals, we need someone with a bright mind and a good use of words..."

Speaking of which, Luca paused.

The eyes of the two fell on Hal in unison.

There is nothing to say about being good at using words.

This guy's biggest skill is chatter, and his second is to write those rhyming limericks in 12 different artistic fonts.

It's just that the brain is bright...

Would it be too much for him?

"You... what are you looking at me for?" Hal asked nervously, feeling a little guilty.

He always had a bad premonition.

Luka didn't continue to look at him, didn't even answer his question, but looked at Shuyu.

"how do you feel?"

"...I don't know, we have too few talents in this area. If I were to compile a newspaper, I would write the news very rigorously, but apart from our own people, I am afraid that few people are willing to read it."

In the field of public opinion, their opponents are not the factories of Boulder, nor the city hall.

It's that House with his mouth full of trains, and the group of people he represents.

In the face of eloquent eloquence and thick-skinned walls, the most perfect truth will give way.

And talents with the same two qualities, or rogues, are really rare in the new league.

The news industry of the Alliance has just started~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Most of the news personnel still read the manuscript according to the script, and even only attended night school for half a year.

The "wanjia" in the shelter may have a talent for this, but they don't know how to speak at all, and even daily communication has to be done with the help of translation tools.

Nor was Hal in the strict sense of the word, and his well-mannered upbringing was a far cry from his rascal appearance.

But this is not his hometown after all.

Let go of yourself, maybe it's not a big problem?

At least his eloquence and writing skills are trustworthy, and the rest is a matter of experience, which can be exercised at work.

Facing old Luca's worried eyes, Shuyu's expression was also full of hesitation, but he finally nodded.

"Lord Manager, let us not be too rigid about a person's origin, origin and blood... Aside from the two points of lack of intelligence and inexperience, he is indeed the most suitable candidate."

"I think it's worth a try."