Chapter 121 The feeling of getting rich overnight

Just when the hot topic on the forum on the official website changed from "Alpha0.61 version" to "How many silver coins did the cattle and horse teams earn?", a sneaky figure walked across the snow-covered street at dusk , arrived near the abandoned tire factory.

  Looking at the gate of the village not far away, Wang Biao swallowed with an envelope in his arms, and a sense of ominous premonition gradually rose in his heart.

   "...Why is this door open?"

  Don't say the door is open.

  The black appearance looks like it has been burned by fire.

  There are no guards on the fence.

   What surprised Wang Biao the most was that he had come here without encountering a single patrolling person.

   swallowed again.

  Wang Biao patted the snow off his collar, and with trembling hands, he pulled out a letter from his arms and held it high above his head. As if surrendering, he walked out from the shadow of the wall and walked towards the gate of the village.

   "I, I'm from Beit Street! Deliver the letter for our mayor!"

  To be honest, Wang Biao was very reluctant to take the job.

   After all, there are guys who eat people and don't spit out their bones.

  If old Charlie hadn't repeatedly emphasized that those predators would not embarrass him after reading this letter, and promised him a reward of 5 chips, he would never have accepted this dangerous job.

   This is simply exchanging life for money!

  Every time he took a step forward, Wang Biao felt his heartbeat stop for half a beat.

  Finally, he reached the door. Just as he was about to lean his head over and peek inside the half-open door, two tentacles suddenly came out from the crack of the door, almost hitting his nose.

   "Fuck!"

  Mutated cockroaches!

  Looking at the cockroach about the size of a wolf dog poking its head out of the crack in the door, Wang Biao, who was already nervous, was so frightened that his soul almost flew away.

  The letter was thrown aside, he almost reflexively pulled out the stick tied to his waist, and smashed it at random.

   The mutated cockroaches on the wasteland are not terrible. As long as they don't enter the cockroach nest and are surrounded by a large group, even the weakest survivors can easily kill a few of them.

   Headshot with two sticks!

   Juice splashes!

  Wang Biao squatted down nervously, looking at the cockroach that fell on the ground and picked up the letter that fell on the ground in a panic, for fear of being wet by the snow.

   Then, he yelled towards the door.

   "Yes, anyone?"

no respond.

  Adam's apple moved, Wang Biao resisted the apprehension and fear in his heart, and walked carefully through the burnt gate of the village.

   Sure enough, there was no one in the village.

  The raiders who were supposed to be stationed here seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

   Only the remains of the severed limbs stuck on the wooden stakes and the bloodstains smeared on the walls show the traces of their existence.

   "Damn..."

   These predators will not be eaten by cockroaches, right? !

  Wang Biao was partly surprised, but more pleased.

  The survivors in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, there is not a single one who hates and fears the predators of the Bloody Hand clan.

   Don't dare to stay here for one more second.

   After confirming that there was no one inside, Wang Biao ran away.

  Running all the way with the wind and snow on his back, he finally rushed back to Beit Street, several kilometers away, before it was completely dark, and stood in front of old Charlie with his hands on his knees panting.

  Looking at the letter that Wang Biao kept in his fist, old Charlie frowned.

   Before he could ask, Wang Biao, who was out of breath, took a deep breath and said excitedly.

   "Blood hands! Those marauders from the tire factory! Gone!"

"What did you say?!"

  Charlie was startled, subconsciously glanced left and right, saw that there was no one around, and immediately pulled the stupid big guy into the room.

  Close the door curtain, Charlie stared at him and asked, "Please explain clearly, what do you mean by disappearing?"

"The stockade! The entire stockade is empty! There is no one there!" Wang Biao gasped with surprise and joy on his face. It's the same!"

  After listening to Wang Biao's narration, the expression on Charlie's face was intriguing.

  People will not die by themselves.

   There is no reason for the Bloody Hand clan to move suddenly.

   But in this way, it makes sense.

  Charlie pondered for a moment.

  Counting 5 dirty chips from the drawer, he shook them in his hands, and suddenly, as if he had made some kind of decision, he gently placed the chips on the table.

   "Put the mayor's letter here, and treat it as if you have delivered it. These chips are the reward promised to you by the lord, so keep it."

   "Thank you, old housekeeper!"

   Putting down the letter in his hand, Wang Biao didn't think too much, and grabbed the chips on the table with joy.

  5 chips!

   Can exchange a lot of good things!

  Charlie glanced at him, silently folded the letter on the table, stuffed it into his pocket, and then said in an unhurried tone.

   "Don't say anything about the **** hand clan, you understand what I mean."

  Hearing this sentence, Wang Biao was stunned for a moment, and asked cautiously.

   "...Well, old housekeeper, I'm rather stupid, can you make it clearer?"

  He didn't understand why the old housekeeper's expression was so serious.

   Marauders gone...

   Isn’t it a happy event?

  He couldn't wait to take the good news home and share it with his family.

   But then again, why did the mayor write to the looters?

  He hadn't thought about this question before, but now he was a little curious about what was written in that letter.

  Looking at this stupid big guy with no brains, Charlie sighed and explained patiently.

   "I want you to keep your mouth shut."

   "You have already received the payment for delivering the letter. If you let the mayor know that the members of the Bloody Hand clan have left, but the letter has not been delivered, you know what the consequences will be."

  Does this kind of thing need to be emphasized?

  He also accepted it.

  Finally understood this time, and Wang Biao, who came back to his senses, trembled and nodded submissively.

   "Yes! What you said is about the Bloody Hand Clan, I promise not to say a word! But, but... what if the mayor finds out by himself?"

  When he first got the chips, he was still excited. Now that he thinks about it, the chips are a bit hot.

  As the old butler said.

  He never delivered the letter.

  If the mayor knew that he had fooled him, he would definitely peel off his skin and drop it at the door to feed the mice.

   "Anything can happen in winter," said old Charlie casually, "you just do what I tell you, and you'll be all right."

  Although he was full of confusion, Wang Biao nodded stiffly.

   "Okay... I will listen to you!"

   It's not out of trust in the old butler, but because he doesn't want to return the chips in his hand.

   It's just that in this way, the happy event that the Bloody Hand clan is gone can only be kept in his stomach for the time being.

   "Just remember it, you have nothing to do here, go down." Old Charlie waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

  Wang Biao walked to the door with the chips, and was just about to open the curtain to go out when he suddenly remembered something and stopped hesitantly.

  Old Charlie glanced at him.

   "What else do you need?"

  Wang Biao chuckled and whispered.

   "Well, about that kid from the Yu family..."

"roll."

   Being scolded inexplicably, although Wang Biao was confused, he didn't dare to talk back, and slipped away without daring to fart.

  Old Charlie sat on the chair cursingly, stretched out his hand and rubbed the space between his brows.

   To be honest, he is old. Seeing that the world has become like this, he has nothing to pursue in this life, let alone pursuing "glory and wealth" in the past. He just wants to spend the rest of his life in peace and stability in this world after the collapse of utopia.

   But now this situation is beyond his control.

   Pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from the drawer. After contemplating for a while, old Charlie picked up a pen and began to write on it.

   “Hope my judgment is correct.”

  Although he has never been right a few times in his life...

  …

   Late at night.

  As the last batch of supplies arrived at the warehouse of the outpost, Chu Guang finally finished counting the windfall that the cattle and horse team unearthed for him before ten o'clock in the evening.

   First of all, in terms of metal materials, the most stored in that shelter are steel ingots marked with various types, which add up to 2,200 kilograms in total.

  The surface of these steel ingots is coated with a gel-like anti-oxidation coating, which physically isolates the intrusion of oxygen and moisture, so even after two centuries, they are still well preserved.

   In addition, there are 1,000 kg of aluminum ingots, 1,000 kg of lead ingots, 1,000 kg of copper ingots, 500 kg of chromium, tungsten ingots, etc., as well as 5 kg of gold and 10 kg of silver.

   These quantities are almost twice the amount of metal consumables bought from merchants in Honghe Town!

   And not only metal consumables, some non-metallic materials surprised Chu Guang even more.

  This includes 200 kg of glass fiber, 200 kg of graphite, 200 kg of oxidation-resistant synthetic rubber, 20 bottles of one-liter hydraulic oil, 30 bottles of 300ml lubricant, 50 bottles of adhesives with special ingredients, and a small amount of other consumables.

  Of course, what surprised Chu Guang the most was the tool table.

  If Xia Yan’s DIY tool table can barely be regarded as black iron level, then this tool table is at least platinum level.

   Even barely able to get to the diamonds!

   Among other things, just the knives and various components that have not been oxidized or deformed in the past two hundred years, as well as the brand new guide rails and replaceable modules that are the same as those just left the factory, are enough to prove how awesome this thing is.

  On the entire workbench, there was not even a speck of rust to be found.

   At least that's how it looks from the outside.

   "...The motor can't start, it's probably a problem with the circuit, maybe a part inside is aging. But the problem is not big, it should work after repairing it."

  In the weapons store.

  After studying this brand-new workbench for a long time, Xia Yan reached out and closed the electrical box on the side of the workbench, looked at Chu Guang who was standing aside, and asked curiously.

   "Where did you get such a good thing?"

  Chu Guang had a bright and sunny smile on his face.

   "It doesn't matter where I got it from, what matters is that I have a group of hardworking and brave little players. With them, I can always get something good."

  The slightly ostentatious tone made Xia Yan lower his head and continue to think about the device in front of him.

   It's not because of how diligent she is.

   It's purely a small gesture that I don't want to roll my eyes, and my dear boss sees it.

"If this workbench can be repaired, the speed of making bullets will probably be much faster. And this workbench has quite a lot of functions. In addition to cutting tools, it even has stamping modules and drills... By the way, what material is this drill? What? It feels harder than diamond? Well, if there is such a thing, it is not a big problem to process a few seamless steel pipes."

  Hearing the word seamless steel pipe, Chu Guang's heart moved, and he asked immediately.

   "That means you can make guns?"

  He can't understand things that are too professional, but he has heard from players that the main reason why No. 81 Steel Plant can't make guns is that it can't handle seamless steel pipes.

  If you can get this thing out, at least half of the problem will be solved.

  Hearing Chu Guang's question, Xia Yan answered naturally.

"Although it's not as simple as you think, if you have tools, it's not too difficult. Let's put it this way, as long as the steel ingot is molded into a steel rod at high temperature, you can get the blank of the barrel, and then drill holes, pull the rifling, and a The barrel is almost done."

   "The more difficult thing is the drilling and rifling at the back. As for the front part... if there are ready-made materials available, it is not very difficult to make the blank of the barrel. I think your steel factory should be able to handle it."

  Chu Guang glanced at Xia Yan in surprise.

   It seems that this guy still has some skills.

   It's just plain lazy.

   "I will find someone to find a solution for the blank of the barrel. What about the receiver parts? Can you make it?"

"That's simple. After I fix the workbench, I'll show you how to do it. It's only a couple of days... If it goes well," Xia Yan couldn't help yawning, and looked at Chu Guang and suggested, " You see, it’s a mess...it can’t be repaired. Can I go back first? I have to get up early tomorrow.”

   "You go back first."

   "What about you? Aren't you going back?"

  Chu Guang glanced at the time on the VM, and replied casually.

   "I still have something to do, and I should be able to finish it before twelve o'clock in the morning."

   "Twelve o'clock? All right, then I won't wait for you."

   After extinguishing the lantern on the table, Xia Yan closed the door of the weapon shop, with a cane between her elbows, and walked towards the nursing home.

  Chu Guang did not stay here, but returned to the warehouse, watching old Luca and the two warehouse managers sorting the materials into the warehouse.

   This batch of supplies is enough for the outpost to digest for a while.

  Even if the professional players can spoil his life, let them spoil it in the spring of next year, the problem shouldn't be too big!

  The materials that should be counted have also been counted, and this windfall has made Chu Guang completely happy, and it is time for his little players to also have a good time.

   "The income of the copy...I think about it."

  Purely considering the value, these resources are worth at least 2000 silver coins or more. However, from the perspective of game balance, anything higher than 1000 silver coins will affect the balance.

  It only took 4 days for the cattle and horse team to discover and conquer the entire dungeon. If the total income is 1,000 silver coins, it means that the average daily income of each of them is 62.5 silver coins per day.

  Emmm…

   Well, not too far off the mark.

  Equipment loss, consumed ammunition and supplies...these are all costly, and it seems that a passerby came in their team halfway.

   So it's actually five people?

   After struggling with the two issues of actual value and balance for five minutes, Chu Guang finally came up with a reasonable number—1500 silver coins!

   As for how they divide the money internally.

  Chu Guang is really too lazy to worry about it.

  Let them go.

  These silver coins are enough to keep them happy for a long time.

  (end of this chapter)