Chapter 254 This is a good sign!

   "...Is this here?"

   This is already the twentieth time today, Schiller repeatedly confirmed the address on the note, and he did not come to the wrong place.

  At the moment in front of him is a facade that is being renovated, and the sound of sawing wood and tinkling can be heard from inside.

   No matter how you look at it, this doesn't look like a hotel.

   "Is there anyone named Xu Shun here?"

   "No, how many times do you want me to tell you?" The man who was doing carpentry at the door replied impatiently.

   Sil continued to ask without giving up.

   "Then who is the owner here? I have an important customer, and I filled in the address here. I have to find a way to find him."

   What does this have to do with me?

  The carpenter said without raising his head.

   "The owner here is out, and he won't be back until dark. If you want to find him, just wait."

  Before dark...

  Noon is before dark, and also in the afternoon, because of this bullshit, he has been standing here for a whole day!

   Now that the sky is already dark, this guy still tells himself before it gets dark!

   Just when Sil was about to give up, the figure walking in the distance instantly dispelled the regret and remorse on his face.

   As if finding a purse that had fallen on the ground, Sil yelled out in surprise.

   "Hey! Mr. Xu Shun!"

   While shouting, he didn't forget to wave his hand to signal to the other party that he was here.

   "Your acquaintance?" Shuyu glanced at the guard beside him unexpectedly.

  Xu Shun made a helpless expression.

   "The residents of the refuge have consigned things with him, and they signed my name."

   Shuyu pinched his chin and nodded thoughtfully.

"I see."

   "It seems that there is a result."

   Before the group of people reached the door, Schill had already greeted him, and said with a bright smile on his face.

   "My friend, you are finally back!"

   Xu Shun asked immediately before Xier finished his greetings.

   "Is something sold?"

"Sold!"

   Not minding his words being interrupted, Sile continued talking happily.

"My guest really likes your... er, art. And he also said that if there are any more, he would like to buy some to take back. I remember you have a big bag? If you don't find a buyer, you might as well Sell ​​it to me."

  The eyes of the players looking at the subtitles suddenly lit up.

  Especially Ye Shi, his eyes shine.

   "Damn it, fellows!"

Sell!

   Must be sold to him!

  Old Bai has a subtle expression.

   "It seems that the wasteland also has lsp."

  Guangfeng coughed lightly and said: "...No matter how you say it, it is sold."

  Fang Chang nodded: "And the price is not bad, it can be regarded as an explanation to Fujiteng."

  To be honest, no one wanted it after asking around in the market before, and they basically didn't have much hope.

   As a result, I didn't expect that after returning from the talent market, the situation turned around?

   Sure enough, there are still people who know the goods.

  Guangfeng tried to analyze it rationally. That kind of evening dress with long hem cannot be bought by mercenaries to wear.

  Civilians have no spending power and can be ignored.

   To be able to afford so many chips, he must be an aristocrat in the inner city.

   No matter who it was sold to, Fang Chang took the money bag from Schiller, counted the chips inside, and the denomination added up to exactly 480.

  Sill has deducted 20% of his money—a total of 120 coins.

   As for whether this guy sold the product at a higher price secretly, that is his own ability. What the two parties agreed on is only a share of the label price.

  There are three evening dresses left, and quite a lot of stockings, almost twenty pairs.

  According to the price of 500 chips for a dress and 100 chips for a pair of socks, these clothes actually sold for a "sky-high price" of 3,500 chips.

   Even Shuyu, who was standing aside, couldn't help but be amazed.

   Good guy.

   This transaction is enough to pay 4 months' rent!

   Of course, players had in mind the exoskeletons and other gear on the shelves.

   Half of the 3,500 chips belonged to them. Counting the previous earnings, they could already scrape together a huge sum of 2,000 chips.

   There are only 1,000 silver coins, but if you buy it as a KV-1 exoskeleton or other equipment and take it back and sell it to other players, it will be more than 1,000 silver coins.

   Miner I sells for 2,000 silver, and KV-1, which has no level restrictions, sells for 1,000 silver, isn't it too much?

  The three KV-1s are worth 1,800 chips, and sold for 3,000 silver coins. It's a **** profit, okay?

  Of course, this is just an example. What is more profitable than KV-1 is that many things in Boulder City are not available in outpost stores.

  Fang Chang intends to post on the official website as soon as it goes offline. While doing purchasing on behalf of others, he is also doing pre-sales. By the way, he is asking Mrs. Fujiteng if she would like to buy something for her.

   "Wait, why 3500 chips?"

  After listening to Xu Shun's report, Schill stared at the residents of the shelter in front of him with wide eyes, and said angrily.

   "Did you forget to give me 20% points?"

"That's on consignment, my friend, but not now," Fang Chang, who was drawing a business map in his mind, didn't have time to talk to him, and perfunctoryly said in Chinese with the words he just learned, "If you want to buy, then pay for it. "

  Xu Shun repeated this sentence.

   But in fact this is simply redundant.

  Even if he only understood a few words, Schill immediately understood the meaning of these guys.

  Damn it!

   This group of rebellious blue gophers!

  Although the pain in his heart seemed to be bleeding, Xier still took out the money bag from his pocket, and reluctantly stuffed it into Fang Chang's hand.

   "This is the entire cash flow of my shop... 3500 chips in total."

  Ye Shi turned to look at the wind.

   "Can you believe it? The cash flow in his store happens to be a round number."

  Guangfeng gave him a strange look.

   "Do you still pick out such details when playing games?"

  Ye Shi: "No, it's just that the AI ​​in this game, speaking nonsense with its eyes open, is unreal."

  Gust: "..."

   There is nothing to be polite with a profiteer. Fang Chang took the money bag from Schiller without hesitation, counted it carefully twice, and put it in his waist after confirming that there was no problem.

  With a sunny smile on his face, Fang Chang said in a cheerful tone.

   "Glad you appreciate our art."

   "The stuff is in the house, please come with us."

   For art's sake!

  Sill followed his footsteps full of annoyance, and walked inside the facade that was being renovated.

  Although the process was full of twists and turns, he finally got what he wanted.

  Looking at the good things stuffed into the package, Schill made up his mind in his heart that he must squeeze the money out of his old friend.

  However, just as he was about to leave, Shuyu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stopped him.

   "Please wait a moment."

  Pausing at the door, Schill turned his head and looked up and down at the young man in front of him.

   "Anything else?"

   Shuyu shook his head.

   "No, I'm just a little curious, who is buying such expensive clothes. Can you satisfy my curiosity?"

Ah.

  Do you think Lao Tzu will tell you?

  Although he didn't write the word "hehe" on his face, Schill spoke directly and without euphemism.

   "The one who can afford this amount of money is naturally a big shot. As for who it is sold to, I certainly cannot disclose it. This is the privacy of the customer. I hope you can understand."

  One hand of money and one hand of goods.

   This deal is done.

   After finishing speaking, Sil was about to turn around and leave, but the young man continued to speak.

   "It turns out that you still have a way to do business with big shots."

  Sill said proudly: "Of course, the customers of the gray squirrel clothing store are all over the wasteland. I'm not bragging."

   "Really?" Shuyu thought for a while and continued, "In fact, we still have many similar products. If you have sales channels, we can consider cooperation."

"There are a lot more?!"

  Sill opened his eyes wide, walked up to him in two steps, and spoke quickly.

   "How many more, I want them all!"

  The eager expression and movements revealed the urgency in his heart, Shuyu curled the corner of his mouth, but said calmly.

   "A lot of what I'm talking about is not the inventory, but the production capacity. Of course, it will take a certain amount of time to make this thing, please leave me an address, and I will send someone to find you when it is necessary."

   "The gray squirrel clothing store is located at the entrance of the market next door!"

  Sill pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, quickly wrote the address on it, and politely handed it to the young man in front of him.

  Looking at the young man who took the note, he smiled and continued.

   "If you still have the goods, please be sure to contact me! Whether it is consignment or other cooperation methods, Gray Squirrel Clothing Store is happy to help you!"

  Shuyu nodded slightly.

"I will consider."

  …

  Official website forum.

   Today is as lively as ever.

  【Announcement: The No. 404 Vault Office in Boulder City has been established! The person in charge is a little brother named Shuyu, everyone hurry to harass him. In addition, the chamber of commerce in the outpost is also in preparation, and it has entered the recruitment stage, so stay tuned! 】

  Big Eyes in Debt: "Is this announcement written by Xiaoqi?"

  Old Bai: "It should be, not like Brother Guang's style."

   Lone Wolf: "Tell me, what is Guangge's style? (Curiosity

  Guangfeng: "Yeah, what the **** is it? Kuangfeng also wants to know, what do you think. (Squinting eyes

  Lone Wolf: "???"

   Quit smoking: "Damn, this imitation is too real!"

  Ye Shi: "Guang: You just read my ID and you're done. (Funny

  Drawing on the edge: "Where is Fang Chang? Where is your Fang Chang? Why didn't you see him?"

  Commander Quanshui: "Exactly! Gouyue Ouhuang, get out!"

  Say Fang Chang, and Fang Chang will arrive.

  As soon as the players started using Aite, Brother Fang's ID popped up from the forum.

"I'm back! I just edited the post! Today's harvest is quite amazing, and the transaction volume is one more zero than yesterday! Not only are the clothes consigned in the clothing store, but the works of Fujiteng House have been snapped up by local residents! We now have a There are a lot of bargaining chips, I have sorted out a price list of local products, if you need it, you can find me to buy it for you, the price is open and transparent, no one is cheating! (Show teeth)”

  Tail: "My giao! That exciting clothes are sold out! (△;

  Siss: "Is this the adult world? (o°ω°o

  Quit smoking: "Fujito is awesome!"

  Irena: "Sure enough, LSP is the driving force for the continuous progress of society. (Funny

  Guangfeng: "It's not necessarily accurate to say that. After all, clothes with three-digit prices are not affordable by ordinary people. Rational analysis, it should be bought by nobles in the inner city."

Ye Ao Nai and I He: "Laughing, who can afford three-figure clothes? The clothing store opened by my family, the cheapest clothes cost 999, and the expensive nine-figures go up. I can only say You are still too young to have seen a real local tyrant, and the world is much more complicated than you imagined."

  Old Bai: "...Are we talking about one dimension?"

  Fujito: "! Will the evening dress I designed appear in the ball of the noble girls?! (☆▽☆

  Ye Shi: "For sure! Maybe after a while, the Fujiteng House will become the wind vane of the fashion industry in Boulder City!"

  Irena: "It's just around the corner. (Funny

  Yaoya: "Hey... As expected of the wasteland, the atmosphere is too open, I really can't accept that kind of clothes. (‐ω‐

  Ye Shi: "It can't be covered up. (Funny

  Crow Crow: *ω)╰ひ╯"

  Irena: Funny Scary Limited.jpg

Fujiteng: "What the hell, what are you thinking! That clothes are not what you think, okay? Besides, your figure can't wear them, that kind of high-end sense... In short, you have to be a little slimmer to wear them, okay? !"

  Yuya: "Wait a minute, I can't pretend I didn't hear this, are you calling me fat!! (σ`д′)σ"

  Fujito: "No, I didn't mean that. QAQ"

  Tail: "Tail testifies! Master is not fat at all, just bigger! (///ω///

  Crow Crow: "!??"

  Sisi: "I have invited the designer to speak. May I ask who Fujiteng thinks is more suitable to wear?"

  Fujito: "For example... Boss Xia?"

  Boss Xia?

  Chu Guang, who was watching the screen, felt that Xia Yan probably wouldn't be able to accept that kind of clothes. Her salary is not low. If she likes it, she would have bought it long ago.

   Mercenaries are keen on leather goods, whether it is a leather jacket or a small leather coat.

   Compared with fiber-woven clothes, animal leather can better resist biting and cutting damage, and it will not be too uncomfortable in rainy weather.

and…

   I can't imagine it at all.

   That rude guy in that demure evening gown...

  Chu Guang made up his mind for a long time, but he could only make up the image of someone tripping over the hem of a skirt clumsily, so he couldn't help laughing.

  Xia Yan, who was reading a book not far away, looked over suspiciously.

"what are you laughing at?"

  Chu Guang coughed lightly.

   "It's nothing, I thought of some fun things."

   "Fun thing?"

  Hearing the funny things, Xia Yan suddenly became energetic, put down the book in his hand, and waited for him to continue talking expectantly.

   Listening to stories is much more interesting than watching these little tadpoles!

   But Chu Guang didn't intend to go into details.

   "I'll tell you when you finish reading the study material in your hand."

  Xia Yan rolled her eyes and picked up the book again.

   "Tch, stingy!"

   Instead of managing Boss Xia, who was learning Chinese, Chu Guang looked at the computer screen.

  The topic discussed by the players seems to have shifted from how much a piece of clothing should sell to cultural conquest of the "different world".

  Some people proposed to make Hanfu and lo skirts, but soon some people said that too many materials were used, and the cost was not cost-effective.

   Soon someone said that regardless of what to sell, we can first introduce the balance payment system and cut the leeks of the wastelanders.

  Although they have big brains and good ideas, Chu Guang still thinks they think too much.

  NPCs in "Wasteland OL", although they are called NPCs in the setting, but that is only a setting relative to the player.

   These people are not stupid at all.

  Chu Guang even dared to assert that once someone finds a substitute for devil silk, there will be a lot of counterfeit products soon.

   There are no trademark laws or patents in the wasteland. Everyone uses things that have been thoroughly researched by pre-war civilizations. Even if a new thing comes out one day, who dares to say that this thing was invented by oneself?

   “Someone will definitely find that polyamide can be an alternative.”

This thing is a kind of thermoplastic resin, which can be made by polycondensation of adipic acid and hexamethylenediamine, and it is not only used for socks, but also used in various mechanical and electrical parts, including bearings, gears, pulley pump impellers, blades , High pressure sealing ring and so on.

  The chemical factories in the outpost also produce a small amount of this kind of thing, and the biomass oil provided by the camu tree is a good raw material.

   Don't even think about it.

  Even Brother Mosquito can make this thing, and Boulder City can definitely produce this thing, at most it’s just that no one has developed this market.

   "I didn't expect that the clothes made by Fujiteng House would successfully enter the upper class of Boulder City?"

   "This is a pleasant surprise."

  “If this style of clothing can be popular in the upper class and form a trend, then create a lower-cost substitute and promote it in the lower market, maybe it will work!”

   Devil silk products take the high-end route, and nylon silk textiles open up the sinking market!

  Chu Guang had a smile on his face.

   "I'm a genius!"

   A little slow in making clothes and socks?

what is the relationship!

  Light industry earns foreign exchange, and the foreign exchange earned subsidizes heavy industry, which is very reasonable.

  As long as it can develop, don't worry too much about the means.

  The only thing that needs to be verified now is the acceptance of this product by the local people

  Chu Guang's eyes subconsciously fell on Boss Xia's knee.

   Boss Xia, who didn't pay much attention to reading at first, felt the gaze, tensed reflexively, and asked in a low voice.

   "What are you doing..."

"nothing."

never mind.

   Only referring to the aesthetics of myself or the players, it doesn’t feel very meaningful. Even if Chu Guang thinks it’s OK, it doesn’t mean that the consumers in the wasteland think it’s OK.

   It is better to test it directly with the market.

  Chu Guang has enough confidence in his little players.

  Fujito's clothes have conquered Boulder's high society.

   That's a good sign!

  Xiayan: "?"

  Averting his gaze from Boss Xia, Chu Guang turned on the VM, and was about to edit a task to send to the players in the chemical plant, but his finger paused on the screen.

  Emmm…

   Speak up.

  What is the appropriate name for this task?

  …

   It was ten o'clock in the evening, and the night was dark.

Qingquan City in the dark is like a silent tomb, but the Boulder City on the edge of the third ring road has nothing to do with the word silence, and many blocks are even more lively than during the day, like the spirit of a graveyard dancing disco lad.

  Stress always needs a way to release.

  People's needs cannot be just enough to eat.

  From a large glass of beer with water to three-figure special cocktails, people will always think of ways to add some fun to life.

  The Queen of the Night bar near the inner city, with its explosive music and dazzling lights, was as full as ever today.

  On the purple couch, sat a man hugging left and right.

  The leather shoes under his feet are made of deathclaw leather, and it is even made by a famous designer in Ideal City. The gold paint has been hot from the top of the shoe to the sole.

  Will it wear off on the sole of the hot shoe?

  Is this something he needs to think about?

   If the paint is peeled off, it’s enough to change a pair, and he doesn’t need to climb mountains and wade to make a living like the wastelanders.

  His name is Yang Kun. He is the owner of the Sequoia Timber Factory. He owns a lot of properties in the south, and also operates two real estates in the outer city. He even maintains a caravan and a mercenary group.

  In this bar, he is considered a well-known celebrity.

   "Robo, my little carrot, you really have more and more tricks here."

  The two beauties in his arms were wearing the artwork that Schill had obtained from the blue coat earlier.

  Pure white evening dress and knee socks, with a touch of coquettishness in the purity, a touch of superficiality in the nobility, color but not so color.

  This kind of appetizing feeling is simply amazing!

  Robo said politely with a smile on his face.

   "It is my pleasure to satisfy you!"

  Yang Kun nodded and spoke slowly.

   "This dress is good everywhere, but there is one shortcoming."

  Robo immediately said: "Please tell me, we will definitely improve in the future!"

  Yang Kun: "Too strong."

   Luo Bo was taken aback for a moment, and instantly understood the familiar eyes of the old customers.

  The two of them laughed at the same time.

   "Hahaha, you are so humorous!"

   "Thank you, you're not bad."

  Yang Kun, with his arms around the two dancing girls, stood up and shook the black card on his finger.

   "Get me a room, I'm a little tired and want to take a nap."

"okay!"

  Watching off the honored guests walking upstairs, Luo Bo's heart was full of excitement and burning hot.

  He had a strong premonition.

   Before long, he will become the Queen of the Night in the entire Boulder City—

  Oh no, it should be the Emperor of the Night!

  —

   (It's a bit late... just treat it as if I took half a day off T.T.)

  (end of this chapter)