This Game Is Too Realistic

"grass!"

The real world, somewhere.

Looking at the two-line announcement that popped up on the official website, the trader sitting in front of the computer couldn't help but curse.

Seeing his colleagues all looking at him, he coughed dryly to cover up his embarrassment and spoke quickly.

"Temporarily suspended...trading is no longer possible."

This sentence stirred up a thousand waves.

"Can't trade?!"

"what's the situation?!"

"Is it a funding problem?"

"Why did you let it slip at such a critical moment!"

There was an uproar in the office, and the old man sitting at another desk suddenly stood up and asked anxiously.

"Why can't we trade? What happened?"

The trader pushed away the chair, rested his head on the cushion, and pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

“The official website’s explanation is that the server network fluctuates... In short, orders can be placed or canceled now, but transactions cannot be continued.”

Everyone: "..."

Network fluctuations are okay.

Isn't this excuse too poorly made? !

Servers all over the world have network fluctuations, and the official website of "Wasteland OL" will not be affected.

The man with the Chinese character made a dry cough.

"...It's quite like that guy's style."

That guy, of course, refers to A Guang.

In the past six months, they have collected and sorted out almost every post, every sentence, and even every punctuation mark that Aguang posted on the forum.

All this is to not miss critical information.

Such as this auction.

If they ignore this clue, let competitors buy the technology over.

That’s really a big loss!

Sitting up from the office chair, the trader paused and continued.

"However, although the bad news is that trading has been suspended, the good news is... the auction time has been moved forward to now."

Everyone in the office was whispering.

The old man asked with a frown.

"Is this good news?"

"Of course," the trader said matter-of-factly, "We have a first-mover advantage. Although we are not sure about the number of opponents' orders and how much our opponents bought, judging from the proportion of our trading volume in the trading volume, our The advantage is huge!”

After hearing this, everyone finally relaxed their brows.

The old man who stood up earlier also breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in his chair.

After the meeting yesterday, he immediately found Academician Liu Yiping of the Institute of Materials Technology and Engineering of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and consulted in detail about technical issues such as lithium batteries and lithium dendrites.

In order to understand the twists and turns, he took several pages of notes!

According to Academician Liu Yiping, although there is little hope of solving the problem of lithium dendrites in a short time, once this problem can be solved, the impact on the domestic new energy industry and even the national energy strategy will be staggering.

This time, even Academician Liu, who has always been rigorous, used the exaggerated expression "amazing".

Its significance can be imagined as great!

No matter what, they must win this auction!

The man with the Chinese character face coughed lightly.

"Let's not make this F first... I mean, let's not talk too much. What are the rules of the auction?"

The trader touched the bridge of his nose and stared at the computer screen.

"...the rules are the same as those of other auctions. The highest bidder wins, and each bid increase must not be less than 1%. However, since the transaction is completed on the other party's platform, and the transaction currency is limited to silver coins, the quotation cannot exceed the account upper limit.”

The number of silver coins held by each account is anonymous, but it is a clear sign to the operators of "Wasteland OL".

In other words, the operation of falsely reporting the auction price is impossible, and the balance of the account is the upper limit of the quotation.

The man with a Chinese character frowned.

"...That means you can't quote a high price first, you have to wait until the delivery date to get it together."

The trader nodded.

"Yes, according to the rules, the delivery will take place immediately after the auction is completed... This is actually good news for us. Our bid only needs to be one 'minimum markup' higher than the second place to win. This auction.”

The old man asked next.

"When does the auction start?"

The trader turned his attention to the screen.

"It's already started!"

More than just started.

The competition among all parties has even reached a fever pitch!

An anonymous account was the first to quote the floor price of 1 million silver coins, and then the second account raised the price to 2 million silver coins without hesitation, and then all parties started pulling in units of 100,000 silver coins.

According to public information, before the silver coin trading platform was suspended, the highest price of silver coins was approaching 600!

The average transaction price that day was directly pulled from 50 to 80!

Calculated based on the average price, these 2 million silver coins are equivalent to 160 million!

It's crazy!

However, everyone sitting in the room knew very well that compared to the value of the auction item itself, the bid of more than 100 million was probably not even a fraction.

A painting can sell for hundreds of millions, not to mention this key technology that can change an industry?

The reason why no 0 is added is simply because there are only so many chips on the market.

There are currently about 3,000 players in the game, and each player has an average of 10,000 silver coins in their pocket, which adds up to 30 million.

Counting several high-level players who have an industry in the game, doubling the "total amount of currency in circulation" to 60 million is already quite impressive.

In addition, there is a huge group of cloud players participating in the transaction, diverting some silver coins, and the opponent's disk hidden in the trading platform is also being sold at the same time.

Even if they spent all their money on the acquisition, they only managed to grab 10% of the chips in one day.

Although the number 10% seems small.

As a non-issuer of currency, holding 10% of the total circulation of the currency - that is, nearly 6 million silver coins, is already a quite aggressive silver buying strategy!

At a cost of hundreds of millions, if the end result is an e-card that says "Thank you for your business", everyone in the room will be held responsible.

In a sense, their fate has been tied to "Wasteland OL".

Although most of them have never entered the game...

Staring at the laptop on his lap, the man with the Chinese character's face clenched his fists, and his palms seemed to be sweating.

He is also a closed beta player.

Brother Guang never cheats his own people.

He believes that Brother Guang will not cheat him!

As time passed, the bidding price quickly reached 3 million silver coins, and the price increase began to slow down.

The traders who had been holding back suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"...Four million should be their limit."

"Each price increase must not be less than 1%. We only need to raise the price directly to 4 million. Taking into account the price increase of 40,000, we will basically win."

As he spoke, he tapped the keyboard with his index finger and entered a series of numbers.

After carefully checking the string of zeros, he hit Enter.

It's like a button that stops time.

The moment the quotation was sent, the entire auction window seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, and no new quotation popped up.

Then, the pop-up window that pops up every 3 minutes starts flashing.

【4 million once! 】

【4 million twice! 】

【……make a deal! 】

The office, which had been quiet for nine minutes, suddenly erupted into excited cries.

"It's done!"

"Hahaha! We won!"

"Well done!"

The man with the Chinese character face finally stretched his eyebrows, and unclenched and clenched his fists.

Even though he has always been steady, he couldn't help but shout hello along with his colleagues.

The old man walked excitedly to the trader and got closer to the computer.

"Where are the things? That membrane...how did they give it to me?"

There is no suspense about winning the auction.

Most players use RMB to trade, so it would be a coincidence if they could lose.

But the key now is, where are the items auctioned?

The office fell silent.

The man with a Chinese-character face suddenly stood up with a groan, threw his laptop on the sofa, and quickly walked to the office door and opened it.

The ground was empty, there was nothing.

Fortunately there was nothing.

Having the helmet delivered to his door was spooky enough.

It would be terrible if it could be sent here!

The others had different reactions from him. They all gathered in front of the computer and stared at the screen nervously.

Soon a pop-up window was sent.

the trader said excitedly.

"...The other party initiated a data transfer request to us!"

"Hurry, hurry up and confirm!" the old man urged excitedly, "Don't make the wrong click!"

"I know!"

It is obviously impossible to click wrongly.

No matter how shaken the hand holding the mouse is, it is impossible to shake the cross in the upper right corner.

It didn't take long for the 10G data to be transferred, and what was downloaded was actually a compressed package in rar format.

However, the format in which the data is stored does not matter, decompression is completed quickly.

Looking at the pile of information lying in the folder, everyone gathered in front of the computer held their breath involuntarily.

"...Improved artificial SEI membrane!"

“It’s not just research documents… there are also process flows!”

The old man standing in front of the computer said excitedly.

"Quick! Send the information to the Institute of Materials Engineering of the Chinese Academy of Sciences immediately!"

The man in the green shirt nodded seriously and spoke neatly.

"yes!"

The assistant on the side also took out the turned off mobile phone in his pocket.

"I'll go outside and make a call with Academician Liu Yiping!"

The old man said quickly.

"Let me talk to Academician Liu!"

"I just asked him yesterday about the issue of lithium dendrites. If I talk to him about it, he will explain it more clearly."

Because of these 10 gigabytes of information, the office was busy inside and outside.

This kind of technology related to the national energy strategy is naturally impossible to send via network disk or email.

Not long after, special cars with white plates left the compound one after another and drove in different directions.

Meanwhile, across the ocean.

The office of a CIA project team.

Seeing the auction item being taken away by the mysterious buyer, Fick cursed and kicked the table.

"Farke!"

This is the third time he has done this today.

The legs of the table were almost lame after being kicked by him, but he still couldn't relieve his anger.

4 million silver coins!

Where did such a large bidding list come from!

"The time was too hasty, and it happened to coincide with a temporary trading suspension... In one day, there is no room for operation at this time." The trader sitting in front of the computer had a painful expression.

He had been working overtime for almost 24 hours in a row, and now he encountered such a cheating thing again. It could be said that he was exhausted both physically and mentally.

The colleague sitting next to him shook his head.

"...We have almost bought up all the chips in the hands of speculators. No matter how much we raise the price, it is useless without trading volume."

"The battle is over when the bullets are all gone... Shet, I have never experienced such a frustrating experience!" the trader said, scratching his head.

"The most damning thing is that we are not the only ones placing orders in US dollars! There are people competing for chips on the same plate as us!"

"Damn it, can't these idiots just wait a moment?! Why don't we sell it to them after we take the photo! Why are you robbing your own people!"

There was a lot of complaining in the office.

No one can accept the results of working overtime for 24 hours.

The trader looked at Fick, who was in charge of the case.

"What should we do now? The auction is over, and we spent a lot of money to buy a bunch of waste paper... Do we want to throw it away when the auction opens?"

Fick's face was gloomy, he crossed his arms and thought for a long time, and then suddenly said.

"There is no need to rush to throw it away...the auction may not be the only one."

After spending tens of millions of dollars to buy a pile of waste paper, even if he has a huge backing, he can't be saved.

Failure to win this auction is at best a tactical failure.

And if you choose to stop the loss at this time and throw away the silver coins in your hand, it is tantamount to admitting your strategic failure.

Even if he reduces financial losses for his sponsors and superiors, he cannot save his own career.

Now he has only one way to go, and that is to prove that the string of numbers in the account is not worthless.

How to prove it?

Very simple.

As long as the buyer who buys the auction item sends out the "buyer show".

Regardless of whether it is active or passive, as long as his superiors and sponsors see that the silver coin can indeed buy good things, and the reason why he did not buy it is because the support from the top management is not strong enough, not only will he not Being demoted because of a tactical failure can actually gain greater support from the headquarters!

Nothing of real value can be hidden.

As long as you pay close attention to relevant news in the industry, you can always find some clues.

Thinking of this, Fick gradually calmed down and regained his confidence.

One defeat is nothing.

There are still 3 million silver coins in their account!

There may not be a chance at the next auction.

"...But when is the next time? There are no new announcements on that website." The trader whispered.

Everyone in the office looked at each other and whispered.

“It doesn’t matter when the next time is!”

Fike raised his voice, interrupting everyone's murmurings.

“…The important thing is that we should establish a regular acquisition mechanism for silver coins.”

"Not only can we not sell the chips in our hands, we must continue to buy when the price is right to ensure that we have sufficient silver coin reserves in our accounts."

"This way we won't be in such a hurry when we have such an opportunity next time!"

At this point, he changed the topic.

“So in the final analysis...the reason for this defeat is not that we did not contribute, but that the headquarters did not support us enough!

"If they had followed our advice and started buying silver coins a month ago, what happened today would never have happened!"

Looking around at everyone in the office, his voice was firm, even fanatical.

"Everyone, this is a gift from extraterrestrial civilization. Those crazy bids are proof. The value behind this is far beyond what money can measure! And we are not the only ones who have discovered this!"

"I will immediately write a report, propose a proposal to our headquarters, and seek the support of Congress to increase our budget!"

"No matter what, we must not fall behind others in this competition!"

There was noisy discussion in the office, and everyone had different expressions on their faces.

Some people nodded in agreement, while others thought he was crazy.

He bet his official career or even his entire career on something that is completely uncertain.

Not to mention them, even Fick himself felt that he must be crazy!

Familiar scenes are happening all over the world.

Not only intelligence agencies are watching the auction, but also interested industry giants.

This includes the darlings of the new energy industry, as well as those giants selling oil and natural gas.

Although the transaction price of that auction item is not even comparable to a piece of art they display at home, it is very likely to leverage a market worth hundreds of billions or even trillions.

Or even revolutionize an industry!

At least they have to find a way to figure out what the auction item is?

And who took the photo?

How will you use it?

Intelligence agencies in various countries are working overtime and are like ants on a hot pot.

Everyone is racking their brains to find ways to investigate the identity of the mysterious buyer.

And the mysterious buyer is not idle either. He is also working overtime, trying to restore the mysterious film in the laboratory...

…

On the other side, the wasteland world.

The Shuguang City Square, decorated with lights and colorful lights, has completely escaped into the embrace of night.

As the twelve o'clock bell rings, the stalls serving beer and food close one after another.

People who drank to their heart's content walked home hand in hand, while those who drank until they were unconscious simply lay on the roadside, waiting for the guards to drag them into the station to sober up.

Just looking at this place, it doesn’t look like a wasteland at all!

This place is simply heaven!

In the banquet hall not far from the square, the sound of people drinking and drinking gradually came to an end.

Looking at the long banquet table that seemed to have been swept by a typhoon, Chu Guang gently hummed a ditty he heard from somewhere, enjoying the aftertaste of the banquet's end.

And that last little bit of good time.

Just looking at his lazy look now, no one can connect him with the "mastermind" who stirred up the turmoil in another world.

"Master, the auction is over." Xiao Qi whispered in his ear.

Chu Guang replied in a casual tone.

"Oh, got it."

After waiting for a long time and still getting nothing, Xiao Qi asked curiously.

"Huh? Master, isn't it curious who took the photo of that thing in the end?"

Chu Guang smiled.

"What's there to be curious about? I know how many silver coins they have in their pockets better than they do."

joke.

Since the Alpha0.1 version, he has developed a good habit of going through players' warehouses to "check accounts".

Now in the Beta version, the digital management of the new alliance has been further deepened, and there is no reason to abandon this fine tradition.

This wave not only directly recycled 4 million silver coins, but also indirectly locked up the liquidity of at least 30 million silver coins.

Only by locking up part of the excess liquidity can more liquidity be released to industries that need money.

Otherwise it will cause inflation.

I really can’t understand it. You can think of the silver coins in the pockets of cloud players as time deposits without interest.

The treasury of the new alliance increased by 4 million silver coins, and the central bank of the alliance had an additional credit balance of 30 million silver coins.

The former can be used to invest in public utilities, build new settlements, and fill the fiscal deficit caused by the war. The latter can be used to lend money to companies in need of money to help the supply side expand production.

Whether it is a company run by players or a company run by NPCs.

As for the ordinary players whose pockets have been emptied, they are not at a loss either.

They can use RMB or US dollars to spend in real life, and work harder to complete tasks to earn silver coins.

Whether they are new alliances, players, or cloud players who have not participated in the game at all, they have all benefited.

Because no one loses at all.

So this wave is of course a win-win situation!

As for the specific number of wins, Chu Guang was too lazy to calculate it for the time being. He just wanted to concentrate on enjoying the banquet.

I haven't felt so relaxed in a long time.

Since announcing the start of the Northern Expedition two months ago, he has not been idle for a moment.

Now the tight string in his brain finally relaxed a little.

As for the troublesome stuff.

You can wait until tonight to think about it.

Watching the last player stagger away from the banquet, Chu Guang raised his wine glass towards his back.

“Enjoy it!”

"The honor belongs to you!"

"This is the reward you deserve!"

Don’t blame me for suspending the silver coin trading platform.

This is protecting you.

After taking a sip of the wine in the cup, Chu Guang put the cup aside.

If it weren't for today being a special day, he wouldn't drink at all.

Boss Xia, who loves food and drinks, was already lying on the table, grinning like a fool.

Xiaoyu stared at the cake on the plate and ate it happily.

Pai, who sat next to her, was less ladylike.

It was the first time she tasted such luxurious delicacies, and her mouth was filled with cream and chocolate residue. Before she could swallow the food in her mouth, she started shouting with excitement.

"Oh oh oh! What is this! Damn it, this is too delicious!"

Xiaoyu raised the corners of his mouth slightly proudly.

"Cream! And chocolate! Dessert is a specialty of Dawn City!"

"What about that? What about that?" Pai, holding the fork, looked at the other plate on the table with shining eyes.

"That's a charcoal-roasted deer leg... but it's best not to eat the roasted meat with cake, it will be very greasy!"

Although Xiaoyu was teaching the experience of tasting delicious food seriously, Pai didn't listen at all and couldn't wait to stuff a large piece of chopped barbecue into his mouth.

Trying to swallow the food.

After touching his slightly bulging belly, it seemed that he could no longer hold it anymore. Pai finally put down the tableware in his hands and leaned on the chair.

"Ooooooo, I don't understand why you have so many delicious foods!"

Xiaoyu asked curiously.

"Don't you have one there?"

When the two chatted before, she learned that Camp 101 was a place similar to Beit Street.

But instead of the old mayor who exploited them, there were many more knowledgeable people than Grandpa Charlie. They invented many useful things and lived a life free from competition with the world.

To be honest, Xiaoyu felt a little envious.

Especially when she said that when they were very young, they would be taught writing and arithmetic, and when they were a little older, they could learn more powerful knowledge.

That was something she had never experienced before.

If it weren't for Brother Chu, she would probably still be worrying about how to carry the heavy iron pot on the stove, and she wouldn't have learned so much interesting knowledge.

"Hey," when talking about his own home, Pai sighed, "Although synthetic food is not inedible... but the taste, I advise you not to have too much hope."

"Is it a nutritional ointment?" Xiaoyu asked curiously.

"It's not like it's just nutritional cream... We're living a little better than the average survivor colony, but we can't say we're rich in terms of energy and materials."

Speaking of this, Pai suddenly thought of the big gift that the previous manager gave them.

That truck seems to have a lot of delicious food in it!

Thinking that everyone in the camp could share these delicious delicacies, Pai felt as if he had eaten honey and was indescribably happy.

The master was indeed right.

Even boring food becomes delicious when shared with others.

Not to mention such delicious food!

Taking a peek at the manager who was leaning on the chair with his eyes closed and almost asleep, Pai made up his mind.

As the representative of the visiting delegation, she must sign a beautiful agreement and go back!

Let everyone enjoy such delicious food every meal!