This Game Is Too Realistic

At Dawn City's trading post, people were shouting and shouting, and there was an endless stream of caravans passing through the door. It was lively from day to night.

Ruts of varying thicknesses formed a criss-cross chessboard on the ground, and a dazzling array of rare and exotic treasures piled up into hills on the stalls.

Among them are eight-unit octopus manipulators produced by Jushi Military Industry, clocks and jewelry produced by Camelback Kingdom, general-purpose android maids and attendants imported from Ideal City, and even exotic spices and legion products produced by the Far Sea Continent. of soap.

In short, there are goods here that you can’t imagine, and there is nothing you can’t buy.

A long time ago, Dawn City's market changed its business model. While retaining the bulk commodity trading points officially operated by the alliance, it leased the expanded trading space to individuals.

The tenants of the stalls include local businessmen and residents of the shelter, as well as foreign traders.

From the time before the waves started, the place gradually became lively as the winter passed.

Especially now that the news of the end of the wave has spread, it has added a festive touch to the prosperity here.

"Any happy events recently?"

Stopping in front of a stall, the man in a gray long-collared coat looked up at the decorations hanging in front of the stall and asked casually.

His skin color was slightly darker, with deep wrinkles on his brow and corners of his eyes. He looked weather-beaten, and he was holding a suitcase in his hand.

The stall owner took one look at his appearance and felt that this man was a bit unfamiliar. He thought he must be a businessman from far away, so he said with a smile.

"The respected administrator led us to defeat the wave. In three days, a celebration to celebrate the victory will be held here. This is our old tradition. By the way, is this your first time here?"

"That's not true, but when I came here last time, it was still a wilderness." The man looked around and said with a helpless expression, "Just now, I thought I saw the wrong map."

Looking at his ignorant look, the stall owner said with a smile.

"That must have been several years ago! This area is now under the control of the Alliance, and it is no longer the wilderness it was a few years ago."

Although he has not been back here for several years, the man seems to be familiar with the word alliance. He has obviously heard rumors about this area elsewhere.

"I have heard that the manager of Vault 404 led his residents to build a prosperous utopia in the wasteland. Not only did they unite all the suffering survivors, they also vowed to end the wasteland era as their lifelong mission. ideal..."

The stall owner smiled sheepishly.

"Haha, it's not as exaggerated as the rumors say, but it's okay... By the way, friend, where are you from?"

the man said.

"Southern Seas."

The stall owner looked at him in surprise.

"The southern sea? The... small island in the south? I heard the scenery there is pretty good."

It was too far there, and Haiya Province and Jinchuan Province were in turmoil, and he really didn't know much about it.

The man smiled bitterly and said with a helpless expression.

"If you call sea monsters that can create waves tens of meters high a scenery... then you should like that place."

The stall owner laughed and said embarrassedly.

"Haha, it seems that every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite... If you don't count the brood nest in the city center, the biggest guy here is the manager's mount."

The man was stunned for a moment.

"Sit...on a mount?"

"A Death Claw," the stall owner said with a proud expression on his face, as if the person riding on the back of the Death Claw was himself. "Even the powerful Death Claw is crawling at his feet. This There's nothing on the planet he can't defeat...including the Brood in the heart of the city!"

The man couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows in laughter. He wanted to laugh but felt it was impolite, so he said to himself that it was because you didn't know enough.

However, something the stall owner said caught his attention.

"What do you mean when you say he defeated the brood in the city center...?"

The stall owner said with pride.

"That's the literal meaning. He killed the guy who couldn't even defeat the Construction Committee. It's not just a wave this year, it won't happen again in the future."

The man stared in stunned silence, opening his jaw slightly.

Got it done...

How do you get rid of that thing? !

He has been studying mutant slime mold for some years. The thing that has changed is that as long as there is a little bit of scum left, it will pop up endlessly, and every time it is reborn, it will become more troublesome than the last time. .

In fact, he came here for the brood nest this time, but the guy in front of him told him... that the brood nest was killed?

Seeing that the man stayed there for a long time without saying anything, and kept asking questions without any intention of buying anything, the stall owner gradually lost interest in continuing to chat with him.

But after all, they were open for business, and in order not to offend anyone, he was too embarrassed to chase people away directly, so he reminded them "in good faith".

"If you want to know about Dawn City, I suggest you buy the latest newspaper, and then go to the Highway Town Hotel at the door to order a glass of beer and sit there. No one will care about you if you sit in the lobby there all day long, and there will never be a shortage. The people we chatted with...the stories I heard from those mercenaries and merchants were much more exciting than what I heard here, especially the lame old Hook, who came from the time when Dawn City was still a wilderness. It’s right here.”

"Thank you, I will refer to your suggestion." The man seemed to have noticed that the stall owner was not interested in him, so he politely replied and prepared to say goodbye.

"You're welcome, my name is Zhang Datong. If you need to wholesale hardware tools or automatic rifles, you can contact me... By the way, what do you do?"

"I'm the manager." The man said honestly.

"Regarding... the manager?!" The stall owner didn't react at first, but he was shocked when he repeated his words and his eyes widened.

"Uh... But I'm not the manager here." Seeing the dull look on the stall owner's face, the man suddenly remembered something and said helplessly, "No offense, although I know the manager has special meaning to you, but this There are actually more shelters in the world than you think. By the way, if I want to meet your manager...how can I meet him?"

Zhang Datong was stunned for a long time with his mouth open, then regained his composure and stared straight at the man.

"...Really? Which shelter are you from?"

As if guessing that he would be suspicious, the man sighed and rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, revealing the slightly faded VM.

"Shelter No. 70, manager Sun Yuechi."

However, what he didn't expect was that when the stall owner saw him taking out the VM, instead of his jaw dropping to the ground in surprise, he quickly lost interest.

"Hey, what does this thing mean?" Zhang Datong glanced disdainfully, and his original doubtful expression turned into deep suspicion, "Isn't it just a vital signs detector? Many people have this thing. It’s gone.”

Sun Yuechi was stunned, dumbfounded and was about to reason, but before he could speak, the stall owner continued.

"Suppose you are the manager, where is your power armor?"

"Move...power armor?"

"Yes," Zhang Datong looked at him strangely, "You said you are a manager, so you have a powered armor, right?"

Sun Yuechi looked at him blankly.

Power Armor and Administrators…

Is there an inevitable connection between the two?

Looking at his miserable bear appearance, he didn't look like he could take out that thing. Zhang Datong couldn't help but have a hint of contempt in his eyes, and he was too embarrassed to tell him that their manager could walk around in power armor without turning on the power.

"Forget it, I guess you can't take it out either...then you should have a mount, right?"

"I..." Sun Yuechi blushed so hard that he couldn't say a word.

Not wanting to embarrass this guy, Zhang Datong waved his hand.

"Okay, okay, I've seen people like you a lot. Every now and then, someone buys a blue coat and comes here to cheat, claiming to be a shelter resident. Hey, this is the first time I've seen someone who calls himself a manager. I Just think of it as bragging and find someone else to brag about, I don’t have time to accompany you."

Sun Yuechi suppressed the words that came to his lips, glared at the playful and smiling stall owner, turned around and walked away with his suitcase.

By the way, why do the residents here feel so stupid?

Fortunately, he had expected it when he heard the rumors about the alliance, but he didn't expect anything more than that.

Thinking of something in his mind, Sun Yuechi stopped when he walked to the door of the trading station, and suddenly changed his mind about visiting the manager directly.

perhaps……

The dumb guy was right.

It's better to go to that highway town hotel and buy a newspaper first, as he said, and secretly observe what's going on here, and then make a decision...

…

Meanwhile, the Highway Town Inn is located not far from the trading post.

Wearing an apron, Lisa walked through the crowd, placed the tray full of beer on the wooden table, and hurried to the kitchen.

Seeing the little girl busy, Old Hook couldn't help feeling a little sad.

At first, he just sympathized with this little girl's miserable life experience, but after getting along for a long time, he unconsciously regarded her as his daughter.

It just so happens that he has no children either.

Taking advantage of Lisa's break, he stopped the diligent little girl and handed a small bag of silver coins to her hand.

"I want you to take a few days off, starting from tomorrow. This is your salary for this month. You can come back to work after the celebration is over in three days."

Lisa was stunned for a moment and asked in a low voice in fear.

"Is there anything I didn't do well?"

Old Hook grinned.

"No, on the contrary, you are doing very well, and that is why you need to rest more. What's the point of making money if you don't spend it? Go buy yourself some new clothes. People in the refugee home are staring at me. Well, I don’t want to be said to be a boss who exploits his employees.”

In order to prevent the poor rescued people from being exploited by unscrupulous bosses, the Alliance's homeless homes will regularly visit the rescued people who have obtained Alliance resident status.

This is a move proposed by shelter residents.

It is said that the reason was that the nosy blue coats discovered that a certain black-hearted enterprise had recruited a large number of "supervise" workers with ulterior motives, and exploited their desire to become alliance residents to exploit them without any bottom line.

This includes, but is not limited to, refusing to implement managers’ declarations at the Victory Day celebrations, continuing to exploit workers in accordance with the old laws, and making them work on the production line for twelve consecutive hours without overtime pay.

And the final result was very satisfying. The manager did what he said and asked the guy to get out. This matter even made the headlines of "Daily Survivor".

Soon after, the homeless home added a return visit system.

Of course, Old Hook was not worried about a return visit from the refugee home, nor was he worried about any bad rumors being spread. After all, he had never done anything untoward.

He just felt that she should live a brighter life at her age. If he had children, he would want his children to be like her.

Ah...life in the sun.

What a luxurious wish.

Old Hook suddenly felt a little emotional in his heart. This was not the first time. He even forgot that he was living in the wasteland.

Accepting the grandfather's kindness, Lisa held the money bag in her hand and whispered.

"But... won't the celebration be very busy? Does it really matter if I'm not here?"

"It's okay," Old Hook smiled and waved his hand, indicating that she didn't have to worry about it, "I'll ask a few temporary workers to help."

The debtor who was sitting on the bar drinking beer burped and raised his shaking right hand.

"Can I sign up first? Or tell me when the task will be sent out, so I can be ready to grab the order."

Recognizing this regular customer, Old Hook smiled and cursed.

"You? I can't afford it. I also want to leave some money for myself for retirement."

The debtor who was lying next to the wine bottle said with a frown.

"Twenty percent off...oh no, fifty percent off, someone can give me a job, anything is fine, as long as I can make money."

Lao Bai patted his shoulder and said with a smile.

"What's wrong, brother? Are you down?"

Irena, who was eating lizard tail skewers, looked at him with a funny face.

"No, how much can you spend on your hobby?"

"Get lost."

The debtor's big eyes turned red, as if he knew that these guys must be trying to blackmail him, so he rushed back, but he didn't have the nerve to say where he wasted his money.

However, his good brother, the construction worker, did not hide it for him and told him with a smile.

"This guy bought over a hundred Gnawers."

More than a hundred gnawers? !

After hearing this, everyone was shocked.

"Good guy...your intelligence attributes are not low."

"A hundred gnawers have a hammer."

"Ten thousand silver coins..." Fang Chang touched his chin, thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't seem to be expensive...it won't cost him everything."

The price of a light cavalry exoskeleton is indeed not that expensive for experienced A-test players, and it is only moderately expensive at best.

The silver coin income of this game increases simultaneously with the contribution level and serial level.

Irena also looked at the big eyes lying on the table suspiciously, always feeling that things were not that simple.

Sure enough, the construction guy continued to talk with a playful smile.

"It would be fine if it was just like this, but can my big-eyed brother accept that his subordinates are all mentally retarded? Of course not! So this brother equipped each gnawer with a gun, although it was an iron-barreled rifle. , but 7 bullets have to be spent, right?”

"Well, that's true." Irena did the math and realized that this was indeed not a small sum.

"Really?" The construction man shrugged and continued, "And you know, the gnawer usually just stands there stupidly and can barely maintain the balance of organic matter... according to his startled behavior The gameplay must not only provide for the ammo consumption of those nibbling, but also solve their nutritional problems.”

"Okay, stop talking, I'm just a second-timer." The debtor covered his face with his big eyes, almost crying.

The boy at the construction site and Brick hadn't had enough fun yet, so they chuckled and hooked his shoulder.

"No, brother, I'm not done yet."

Liability Big Eyes pushed this guy's hand away.

"Get out! I don't have a brother like you!"

Lao Bai: "Hahaha!"

The people sitting in front of the bar were chatting and laughing. Seeing the good relationship between them, Lisa, who was holding the dinner plate, couldn't help but purse her lips.

However, happiness in this world is always equal.

Some people are happy, and some people are worried.

Just when everyone was talking and laughing and helping Big Eyes come up with bad ideas, a surprised exclamation suddenly sounded in the luxurious standard room of the backyard annex.

"What?! They won't sell it anymore?!"

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(Sorry guys, I lost my temper today, but luckily I caught up with T.T)