This Game Is Too Realistic

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

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

Two or three months is worthy of being called for a long time.

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

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

"It seems to be ready for use today. No need to thank me, I'll give it to you!"

"It's okay to give it to me."

Ye Wei held the helmet in his hand, looking dumbfounded.

At this moment, a strange idea suddenly came to his mind.

If only he wore his sister's helmet

"Have you registered an account?"

Ye Jiu shook his head and said.

"No, I don't want to play games. I'll leave it to you to play."

Ye Wei looked at this guy with a strange expression.

real or fake?

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

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

With a bit of anxiety, Ye Wei took a deep breath and put the helmet on his head.

Darkness fell.

In the long silent silence, there was no light at all.

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

""

Ye Jiu on the side didn't know what his brother was thinking, so he asked excitedly.

"Are you connected?"

"No."

Ye Wei took off his helmet silently.

He now finally knew why his roommates were looking at him strangely.

To put it bluntly, what is invisible is invisible.

Except for the holder of the helmet, there will be no reaction when others put it on. There is neither the mysterious countdown nor the connected button in front of them.

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

This thing seems to be bound to some unknown existence.

"Ah, you can't see it either," Ye Jiu looked a little disappointed, "Mom, she actually said this thing is the inner pot of the rice cooker."

"Jiujiu," Ye Wei looked at his sister seriously, "There is something I have been hiding from you."

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

"Brother, are you really being kept by a rich woman?"

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

Seeing the helmet in his brother's hand, Ye Jiu's eyes widened in surprise.

"Wait you have a helmet too?!"

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

Ye Jiu was surprised and speechless.

After a while, she whispered.

"I saw that everyone was discussing that game and wanted to give you a surprise, but I didn't expect that you already had it."

Ye Wei's expression was full of complexity.

Sighing, he said in the tone of someone who had experienced it.

"The scale of the game is too big. Even your brother and I will occasionally be unable to control it. I never told you because I was afraid that you would fill out the reservation form and not expect that you not only filled it out, but also won."

That old-fashioned expression was too much to beat.

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

"Tch, for your brother and my age, stop sticking onions in your nose!"

"If you can't play, forget it. I can play by myself!"

It's a shame she thought about giving the helmet to this guy.

It's really kind of like a donkey's liver and lungs.

Large scale?

Can't hold it?

She wanted to see how big this game was!

Seeing his sister's reaction as expected, Ye Wei continued patiently.

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

"Then I thought about it carefully and realized that you are no longer a child. You should make the decision for your own life and be responsible for your own decisions."

"And this game is different from other games. Its content not only contains entertainment elements, but also contains other things. This may be an opportunity for you."

This game has changed the lives of many players.

He himself is a living example.

"Opportunity?" Ye Jiu tilted his head and said confused, "What are you talking about?"

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

"You'll know after you try it on."

With a suspicious expression on his face, Ye Jiu walked to the sofa and sat down at his brother's signal, and then put the helmet on his head doubtfully.

The original countdown position has been replaced by a simple line of options for whether to enter the game.

"Did you see that option? Just click on it."

Ye Wei gave a reminder, but Jiujiu did not respond. It seemed that she was already in the game.

As expected, she was waking up from the training cabin in Vault 117.

And there is a high probability that there will be no accident. She is so excited that she forgets everything at the moment, sighing with emotion, "This light, this water, this air."

Judging from the reactions of newbies after entering the game, it can be regarded as the repertoire of Wasteland OL.

Ye Wei did not follow her into the game, but sat opposite her on the sofa.

Although he wanted to take a picture of this guy's stunned look, his game character was currently over at Dawn City, still a little far away from Vault 117.

Not to mention, it's night in the game world now, and it's not the time to be in a hurry.

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

At this time, his expression suddenly looked a little weird.

What to say

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

In other words, as long as nothing happens that would wake you up, you won't wake up from your dream, right?

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

He is not the kind of person who likes to play tricks, let alone do such childish things as "deliberately getting the floor wet and pretending to make someone wet their pants."

But that's not necessarily the case with this guy.

Thinking of this, Ye Wei couldn't help but feel excited, and silently made up his mind.

You must lock the door when playing games from now on

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

At this moment, an excited call suddenly came from across the sofa.

"Oh oh oh! It's absolutely amazing! Is that NPC in the lobby played by a real person? Or is it a virtual character? That armor is so cool! Is it called an exoskeleton? At what level can it be equipped?"

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

"That's right, brother, what's your ID? I need to enter the master's ID to take on that fire-passing mission! He gave me a long list to choose from, but I couldn't find your name!"

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

"Ye Shi? What does this ID mean?"

Hearing these words, Ye Wei almost choked on his own spit and coughed twice.

"It's nothing. Everyone calls it that. 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, it’s a long story.

Of course, he couldn't tell his sister that he was in a group called Niu Ma Group. The group's nickname was "Girls Public Enemy Night Ten Times" before, but after the name was changed, it was "Wake Up Ten Times a Night".

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

But then again

Who would tell an acquaintance in real life what ID he uses for online gaming?

He is now just glad that he didn't include his name completely when he registered the account.

Otherwise, the society will be dead today!

Ye Jiu stared at his brother suspiciously for a while, feeling that things were not that simple.

But she didn't ask any more questions.

After all, the physical impact that the "fully immersive virtual reality online game" brought to her was too strong.

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

Even though she wasn't particularly fond of playing games, she couldn't help but immerse herself in that imaginary world that was completely different from reality, completely transforming 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 were shining, and he put Ye Wei's helmet into his hand without any explanation.

"Brother! Hurry up and take me!"

Looking at the old girl who had already put on her helmet, Ye Wei had a dumbfounded expression on his face.

good guy

This addiction is bigger than myself.

Wasteland world.

Alliance office in Boulder.

Luca is arranging manpower to transport several boxes containing bionic prosthetics stacked in the office out of Boulder City.

Boulder City has strict control over goods entering the city, but the inspections out of the city are not so strict.

With one piece of luggage per person and a few more trips back and forth, it can be easily transported.

Recovering the high-tech equipment of Boulder Military Industry from the black market is only one of the alliance's strategies against Boulder City.

As the city lord of Dawn City, Old Luca's main focus is on trade negotiations with the city hall.

Recently, there has been rumors in the city hall that the new alliance plans to import goods worth 200 million chips from the industrial zone.

The factory owners and chamber of commerce bosses who had been making a fuss before immediately stopped looking for trouble and began to wait and see.

As for those workers who lost their jobs due to factory shutdowns, although their lives did not improve immediately, they could no longer make trouble for the time being because they lost the support of those 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, a noisy sound was playing from the radio.

Mr. House was praising the greatness of the Lord of the City with great emotion. By the way, he spared a few words at the end to praise Mr. Dulong's wise decision.

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

"But it will be different if we lend the chips to our neighbors. Two hundred million chips will create tens of thousands of jobs! Save hundreds of thousands of families! We will get jobs and have the opportunity to support ourselves!"

"This may be a beautiful thing!"

Sit in front of the radio.

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

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

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

"I also find it incredible. You told me that there were hundreds of android maids in your father's court. 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. This is obvious.

However, Hal said it with certainty.

"Isn't this different? Androids are still humans after all. Isn't it strange that humans can talk?"

Shuyu was stunned for a moment.

The tea cup in hand stopped.

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

Seeing that Shuyu didn't speak, Hal, who couldn't stop talking, continued talking excitedly.

"Do you think if I bring a radio back, will my father pass the throne to me?"

"I think you'd better not do this." Worried about staining the table, Shuyu put down the teacup and whispered in a persuasive voice.

He had a phone call with the manager last night.

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

The manager's advice was the same as old Luca's. 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 employees won’t cost much of the budget.

Even if he doesn't become king in the end, he can safely return to the tribe and become a free prince, which will only bring benefits and no harm to the new alliance.

The area of ​​the Luoxia Province is several times that of the River Valley Province. The endless sand stretches for thousands of kilometers, spanning the entire central region of the Zhongzhou Continent, and is connected to mountains and grasslands.

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

The Lion Tribe is one of the most powerful and relatively less exclusive tribes.

This information was also collected by the New Alliance from past merchants.

"I have a headache as to what kind of things are considered valuable. 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 sitting opposite.

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

"How could I possibly know? I've never met your father." Shuyu gave him a helpless look and continued, "But what I want to say is that instead of thinking about what is a priceless thing, it's better to think about your father's Like.”

Hal said blankly.

"Like?"

Shuyu nodded.

"Yes, whether something is valuable or not is a subjective judgment in itself. For example, if he is a person who values ​​​​trade, if you bring back ten times the amount of money you brought with you when you go out, he will definitely look at you with admiration."

"If he is a person who values ​​military affairs, you only need to prove your bravery, such as cutting off the heads of a few more deathclaws and bringing home a few warriors who have gone through life and death together."

Hal had a thoughtful look on his face.

"I understand it means you want to do what you want, right?"

Shuyu said casually: "You can understand it this way, it will be more convenient."

Hal said with a distressed look on his face: "But my father neither likes businessmen nor soldiers. He only likes to get into a crowd of women and has a banquet every now and then."

Shuyu sighed.

"Then you can kidnap a beautiful daughter-in-law and go back to prove your charm."

This tribe is hopeless.

But think about it carefully, where in the world is this not true?

Procreating offspring is actually a relatively healthy hobby.

However, what Shuyu didn't expect was that he just said it casually, and after thinking about it for a while, the prince named Hal showed a look of enlightenment on his face.

"My friend, you are a genius! What you said made me enlightened. You can become my staff! When I become the king, you will be the minister of the Lion Tribe!"

Shuyu looked at him with a funny face.

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

Minister?

He doesn't care.

Even the rich and luxurious people in Boulder City can't corrupt him, let alone a tribe in a remote village.

Hal shut his mouth.

He just said it casually, not really expecting to get this young man to follow him back to help him fight for the throne. In fact, he himself had not made up his mind whether to fight for that thing.

At this time, the door to the lounge opened and Luca walked in from the outside.

"The administrator just sent a message, hoping that we would open a branch of Alliance Voice in Boulder City."

Shuyu looked up at Luka and asked a little strangely.

"Don't the broadcast signals in the northern suburbs cover here? Why do we need to set up a separate branch?"

Luca repeated the manager's exact words.

"Because this branch mainly reports local news in Boulder City, the staff and reporters hired are mainly local people. Of course, we will intersperse some of our own stuff in these news, and at the same time correct the ambiguity that the Voice of Boulder City has about us. Biased reporting.”

"It's just that these things are not convenient for us to speak. We need to change them into their own words."

"Not just broadcasting, we also want to be a print media, writing our thoughts in newspapers and selling them."

There was a hint of surprise on Shuyu's face, especially after hearing the second half of Luka's words, he couldn't help but speak.

"It's important to have our own voice, but using newspapers as a propaganda tool is there really anyone here willing to pay for it?"

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

This money is just enough for their daily living expenses.

Even if they set the price of the newspaper at a minimum of one chip per copy, few people will be able to squeeze out the money to buy it.

As for mercenaries.

Although they have money, their literacy rate is not even as good as that of factory workers.

After all, although the latter are poor, at least they live within a 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 bit in education.

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

Here, the market size of print media is quite limited, and it is difficult for an outside newspaper company to break into it.

If it were for publicity purposes, this would obviously not be a good idea.

Facing Shuyu's confusion, Luka said in a determined tone.

"Some people will buy it. Our newspaper is prepared for ordinary residents of Boulder City. The administrator said that we can adopt a subscription system. You only need to pay one chip every month to receive a whole month's newspaper."

Shuyu 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 one kilogram of nutritional cream.

This is almost like giving it away.

Luca nodded.

“There will definitely be pressure at first, but things will get better as subscriptions increase.”

Shuyu frowned, but soon a look of surprise appeared on his face.

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

"Why does the cost pressure decrease when selling more? Shouldn't it be bigger?"

"Because we can place advertisements in newspapers, people who can afford to buy newspapers usually don't hesitate to invest in bread and clothing, and even pursue taste." Patiently explained to Hal who was standing aside. , Shuyu couldn't help but have a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

You are worthy of being a manager.

Even this kind of thing has been considered!

Seeing Shuyu explain for him, Luka smiled lightly and continued.

"In the initial promotion stage, we can cooperate with some civilian pubs frequented by local residents and supply them with newspapers for free for a month."

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

Shuyu couldn't help but praise.

"That's a good idea!"

Nuka-Cola is well-known in Boulder City Tavern.

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

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

“Our relationship with Boulder has softened recently, and now is the time to do this.”

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

At this point, Luka paused.

The two people's eyes fell on Hal at the same time.

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

This guy's greatest skill is chattering, and his second best is writing rhyming but nutritious limericks using 12 different artistic fonts.

It's just that I have a bright mind

Is it too much to ask for him?

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

He always had a bad premonition.

Luka did not continue to look at him, or 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 the newspaper, I would write the news very rigorously, but except for our own people, I'm afraid not many people would be willing to read it."

In the court of public opinion, their opponents were not the factories of Boulder or City Hall.

It's House, who talks about running trains, and the group of people he represents.

No matter how perfect the truth is, it will give way in the face of eloquent eloquence and a thick skin as thick as a city wall.

Talents with the same two qualities, or scoundrels, are really rare in the new league.

The journalism industry in the Alliance has just started, and most of the news staff still read from the script, or even only attended night school for half a year.

The "wanjia" in the shelter may have talents in this area, but they don't know human-to-human language at all, and even daily communication has to be completed with the help of translation tools.

Strictly speaking, Hal is not such a person. His polite upbringing is far from his rogue image.

But this is not his hometown after all.

Let yourself go, maybe it won't be a big problem?

At least his eloquence and calligraphy skills are trustworthy. The rest are matters of experience and can be practiced at work.

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

"Master Manager, please let us not be too rigid about a person's origin, background and bloodline. Putting aside the two points of not being smart enough and inexperienced, he is indeed the most suitable candidate."

"I think it's worth a try."