Chapter 282 Does this even cost money for screenshots of the game? !

   Outpost, west gate.

  Inside the wooden barn.

  A gigantic creature lying on the ground, its huge tail curled up in a ball, and amber pupils cruising lazily around.

As long as it is a wastelander born and raised on this continent, whether it is an awakened person or an ordinary person, they will instinctively feel afraid when they see this guy, and they will spontaneously feel the power of the strong who can defeat and subdue this thing. Inner admiration.

  As one of the existences at the top of the food chain in the wasteland, Deathclaw is definitely a T1 or even T0 existence in terms of strength, speed, concealment, and physique.

   It's pretty strong to be able to restrain this thing with a few chains and a collar!

but…

   This deathclaw has obviously been fed a little bit of salty fish, the fierceness in his eyes has obviously been replaced by laziness, and his temper is not as violent as before he came here.

  What's the use of being fierce?

  Most people here are not very afraid of it.

  Especially the human being dressed in iron lumps.

  Every time you feed it, a strong aura will be emitted from its body, making it feel...fear from the bottom of its heart?

   Deathclaw's IQ is not high, but this is only relative to humans.

   Compared with small animals such as hyenas, jackals, and brown bears, it is still smarter, and its mind can reach the level of primate cubs.

   It is precisely because of this that the feeling of fear brought to it is particularly obvious.

   Whenever it shows unfriendly behavior or even just a demeanor, the feeling of being frozen in the brain will make it unable to resist stiff limbs and trembling.

   On the contrary, if it is docile and obedient enough, the man will feed it a few more mice or hyenas.

   Over time, it has figured out a new way of survival.

Recently, that human has played some new tricks. Every time it feeds, it will call out "Nicole". Happy to reward it.

Who cares?

  Maybe it's that human's name.

  Nicole doesn't care much about things that she can't understand. For it who has abandoned the wildness, eating enough and taking a nap is all it needs.

   Prostrate on the ground, it closed its eyes, planning to take a nap before lunch.

  However, at this moment, a group of noisy voices disturbed its sleep.

  Nicole opened her eyes, only to see a small bug followed by several blue coats, walking towards her noisily.

  While walking forward, Mr. Garbage bragged to several friends of the cattle and horses.

  "...I don't want to blow it up, I feel like I'm a strong group now! Let alone a mere death bug, I can slap the brood to death with a slap!"

  Ye Shi suddenly said.

   "Speaking of which, when did the lizard's Q period come?"

  Old Bai thought for a while and said.

   "It seems to be spring."

   Quit smoking and ask curiously.

   "Do you think that Deathclaw will court the Trash Lord?"

  Scrambled eggs with tomatoes rubbed his chin in thought.

   "Maybe it will, after all, this guy is cheating."

  Everyone is unanimously optimistic about this pair, only the garbage gentleman clicks his tongue.

   "You people, your thoughts are really dirty! You can't be purer if you play a game and CPDD every day!"

  Ye Shi said with a hippie smile.

   "Okay, okay, I don't have a little brother, so I speak so hard."

   was poked at a sore spot, and the trash king glared at him angrily.

   "Get out!"

  The garbage gentleman who came here is of course not for courtship.

  Although he has the body of a lizard, he is still a human being in spirit. It is still too heavy to be close to reptiles.

   What's more, it doesn't have that thing either.

  The heterogeneous sequences, whether they are lizards or mice, are all "eunuchs" without exception. Maybe it was too curious, so the operator simply didn't build the model that he should have.

   But in Jun Jun’s opinion, this is not an important thing.

   Games.

  Strength is enough, nothing else matters!

  How to prove your strength?

   For lizards, the most direct way is of course to gain the recognition of the same kind, especially the females of the same kind.

   Amber pupils looked over from the wooden shed.

   Seeing that beast noticed him, Mr. Garbage held his breath, stared at it, and released his "aura".

  The two pairs of eyes, one big and one small, just stared at each other for about half a minute.

   Nicole, who was lying in the wooden shed, didn't know if she understood what he meant. She snorted with a sneer, and blew a few straws and landed at Junk Jun's feet.

  The huge tail changed direction, and the amber pupils closed casually, ignoring it.

   "Pfft—hahahaha!"

   Unable to hold back his smoking cessation, he burst out laughing.

  Although the rest of the people didn't smile, they also had subtle expressions on their faces.

  Jun Junbang blushed and justified himself.

   "It might be sleepy."

   "Okay, okay, forget about the garbage man," Fang Chang patted his tail distressedly, "Let's go to Yuanxi Town to collect materials, good boy."

  With the help of the food taster Lao Na, recently tomato scrambled eggs developed a treatment method for monster meat.

   As long as you sprinkle some buffalo grass powder when marinating, you can remove the unpleasant smell of blood and make the monster meat less unpalatable.

   Fry until golden on both sides and sprinkle some gin and chopped croissant stems. Not only is it delicious in the world, but it can also provide a BUFF bonus of "5% metabolism, 7% constitution".

  Because the taste is similar to beef, and can provide BUFF bonus, recently the hunter union's demand for hunting monsters has suddenly increased.

   Fengfeng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

   "I heard that female lizards raise their tails when courting."

   Quit smoking: "Does that mean you didn't like it?"

   Tomato scrambled eggs asked with great interest.

   "Where's the male lizard?"

  Guangfeng: "I remember wagging the tail."

  The most educated person here is Professor Feng.

  Ye Shi suddenly smiled wickedly, and looked at Garbage Lord.

   "Brother, how about... let's try?"

  Garbage gentleman: "Go away!"

  The trial became embarrassing.

   Wouldn't it be more embarrassing to fail the test!

  Although the attribute is only 3, he is not stupid!

  Guangfeng pinched his chin in thought, then suddenly spoke.

   "By the way, there is actually one thing that I have always been concerned about."

  Yesterday he researched information about lizards for several hours, but he couldn't figure it out.

  Being watched by Professor Kuangfeng, Garbage Lord always has an ominous feeling.

   This guy is kinda targeting him today...

   "... what do you care about?"

   "I remember before... Didn't you tell me that you have four points of intelligence? You haven't awakened at that time, have you?" Kuang Feng wondered, "Why did it decrease after awakening?"

  Smoking Quit looked at Mr. Garbage in surprise.

   "Is there anything else?"

  Jun Jun gave a dry cough, and subtly moved his gaze away.

   "Don't care about these details... Aren't you going to Yuanxi Town? Go quickly, you won't be able to catch the bus if you are late."

   "There are 9 attribute points from LV0 to LV9, and I haven't increased my intelligence at all. I guess I'm too embarrassed to say it." Fang Chang patted Fengfeng's shoulder, sighed, and said, "Understand."

   Junk Jun: "&@%￥!"

  …

  Three days have passed since the end of the wave.

  The spore cloud gathered in the northern suburbs is receding at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the morale of the survivors in the northern suburbs has reached an unprecedented height.

  This kind of morale is not obvious in the players.

   After all, they have saved the world countless times in other games such as Azeroth, Skyrim Province or Hyrule Continent.

   A city, too small for them.

  Brood?

   Evolved body?

   It’s just the main storyline boss of LV10~20.

  However, for the survivors living in Qingquan City—especially the northern suburbs, overcoming the tide has a completely different meaning.

  In the eyes of the vast majority of survivors in Qingquan City, the wave is something that Boulder City can only deal with.

  When the gray-green fog filled the air, the vast majority of people could only choose to avoid dangerous urban areas, or reduce travel, huddled up at home and prayed, praying for the wave to end as soon as possible.

  Those blue coats from Vault 404 did something they never even dared to imagine, and even solved the wave faster than Boulder City!

  The megalomaniacs living behind the walls?

   That's all!

  …

  In the outpost, it was full of lights and festoons at the moment, and it was lively like a festival.

  Because the Spring Festival and the new version are coming soon, and the previous victory has not had time to celebrate, Chu Guang decided to celebrate three things together, and set the celebration on the first day of the B-round test launch.

  Culinary cuisine is a traditional preservation item in Vault 404.

  This celebration is the same.

   Foods that are recognized by players, NPCs, and managers can not only enter the Hall of Fame exclusive to chefs with their teammates, but also have the opportunity to see their own works in the NPC store and get rich event points.

  Many combat professional players ran to Changjiu Farm early in the morning, waiting in line for the shuttle bus to Yuanxi Town, and couldn't wait to get back with magical beasts.

  Professional life players are not idle either. Some go fishing, some go mushroom picking, and some go to the fields to catch toads. The whole forum is full of rustic atmosphere.

  Especially now that the number of ear-mounted camera equipment is gradually increasing, the number of shelters has reached 200, and Chu Guang has opened it up for players to buy.

  As long as the contribution point reaches the middle citizen, and pay 500 silver coins, you can unlock the "game screenshot" + "instant messaging" function from the manager assistant Xiaoqi.

  Once you have a headset, you can not only communicate remotely with players in the VM friend list, but also synchronize "compliant" photos to the forum account.

  Many cloud players on the forum also feasted their eyes and saw many magical animals that did not exist in reality.

  In addition to the players who caught the ingredients by themselves, some players set their sights on the trading post of Changjiu Farm and the passing merchants.

  Businessmen from foreign countries occasionally bring special products from neighboring provinces, such as dried lizards, canned fruits and sugar from Jinchuan Province in the south, or sawtooth tiger meat, yak milk and colorful mineral salt in the north.

  These merchants are very satisfied with the products of Changjiu Farm, especially those exquisitely crafted copper shell bullets. They often only need two or three magazine clips to exchange a whole box of hundreds of kilograms of goods from them.

   And those bullets are just mass-produced on the assembly line, and the cost can scare these wastelanders to death.

  In addition to eating, the players did not forget to change their hometown to a New Year's skin.

  Especially the life professional players who are mainly active in the outposts, consciously pasted festive paper-cuts on the buildings around the quality square.

   Not only that, they also posted very creative couplets on the doors of NPC offices such as nursing homes, weapon stores, warehouses, banks, hunter unions, etc.

  Standing at the door of the weapons store, looking at the red paper hanging at the door, Boss Xia's face was full of strange expressions.

   "What's written on it?" She asked Chu Guang, who was looking aside.

   "The noodles have gone up, the meat has gone up, the mushrooms have gone up and up again, thank goodness luckily the weapons don't go up, horizontal comment: version conscience... haha, these people are interesting."

   While thinking about it, Chu Guang couldn't help laughing out loud.

   The confrontation is not neat.

   But it is quite in the player's style.

  If these sand sculpture netizens could come up with serious couplets, Chu Guang would be surprised.

   "...?"

  Xia Yan was confused when he heard it, but Chu Guang read it out. These players were planning to distribute silver coins indiscriminately.

but…

  What does this have to do with me?

   What you are connoting is Aguang, what does it have to do with me, Shuguang?

   As we all know, in order to take care of the experience of new players, any online game has a version catch-up mechanism, and "value inflation" is just one of the countless cards in the hands of the planner.

  However, Chu Guang’s starting point for printing money is different from the planning of other games. He printed money in a planned way based on the total production value of players and NPCs to balance the income of different groups.

  Thanks to the supercomputer with unknown computing power buried under the shelter, and the unlimited production of VM equipment in the black box.

   Without these two black technologies and Xiaoqi's help, it would be impossible to finish these tasks with just a few words.

  Chu Guang roughly calculated that at least 10% or even 20% of the labor force needs to be transformed into administrative personnel in order to barely maintain the operation of this management system.

To describe it in the terms of a business simulation game, thanks to the "future municipal" technology of Vault 404, the administrator only needs less than 150 grassroots administrative personnel who have only received secondary or even elementary education, and can maintain nearly 2,000 permanent residents. Population "Smiley" with 1500 players.

  Who dares to say that Vault 404 has no black technology?

  The only thing that this black technology is a little bit worse than controllable fusion, I am afraid that it is not too strong, and the force is a little weaker.

   Xiaoyu standing aside curiously recognized the words on the couplet.

  Chu Guang looked at her and said with a smile.

   "Speaking of which, don't you have a Spring Festival?"

  The little fish turned his head into a small windmill.

   "No!"

  Chu Guang vaguely remembered that Xiaoyu had told him before.

  Bate Street only holds celebrations for the birthdays of the ex-mayor and his children, and most of them call people in the town to do white labor and receive gift money, so no one likes celebrations.

   It is like a dream for Xiaoyu to be able to gather together to celebrate the same happy event like this.

   "...At this time of the year, the south will always be bang bang bang, sometimes all night," Xiaoyu tilted his head and thought for a while, then said with an idea, "It's like thunder!"

  South...it should be near the West Third Ring Road?

   You can’t hear it at Linghu Wetland Park, but if you are on Beit Street, you should be able to hear the gunfire from there.

  Chu Guang asked curiously.

   "How long does it usually last?"

"It will be over in a week if it is fast, it may be a month if it is slow." After thinking for a while, Xiaoyu nodded vigorously, and said with certainty, "This year should be relatively late. Xiaoyu has never seen such a thing in the northern suburbs." Big fog!"

  A few days ago, as long as she came out of the shelter, she wore a gas mask.

   But she was overwhelmed.

   Never been this serious before.

   Chu Guang nodded, thoughtfully.

   "It appears that the spread of spores is regional..."

  …

  Although the tide in the northern suburbs has ebbed ahead of schedule, there are still a lot of things waiting for Chu Guang to be busy.

Because Beijiao miraculously solved the crisis of the tide in front of Boulder City, coupled with the active activities of Shuyu sent by Chu Guang to Boulder City, many merchants from Boulder City have been attracted recently The cattle are driven to the northern suburbs.

   "Facing the wilderness", the north gate of Qingquan City has never been so lively.

  Especially when those merchants discovered that the "artwork" in the Queen of the Night bar was actually produced here, they all went crazy in an instant.

  In addition to the three treasures of artwork, devil silk and spiritual leaves that satisfy the curiosity of LSPs, there are also many other good things here.

   For example, Didiwei nutrition cream was almost sold out by the merchants in Boulder City!

  The wholesale price of 299 silver coins per ton, according to the current exchange rate, is less than 150 chips. Compared with the ex-factory price of 300 chips per ton at Weijia Commercial Bank, what is the difference between buying here and picking it up for nothing?

   And not only the price is cheap, but the quality is not bad at all.

  Factory Director Dittweil originally planned to form a caravan and sell the goods to Boulder City, but later found that this operation was completely redundant.

  His cost has been reduced to around 140 silver coins per ton, and the influx of orders has been queued for three months. He only needs to work hard to produce more than double the profit, so why bother?

  With that silver coin, it is better to invest in a few more hunting teams to sweep the buildings on the edge of the Fifth Ring Road. The income from scavenging can completely balance the expenditure on ammunition.

   Just do it and you're done!

   Such a huge profit made even Liszt jealous.

  KV-1 exoskeleton and solid-state hydrogen batteries are making money, but the gross profit rate is really not as good as that of humble stuff like nutrition cream.

   Gangs in the slums at the gate of Boulder City will buy this item, and farmers in the south will buy it in large quantities.

  200g can make people not hungry, and double the amount can make people full. It is perfect for feeding slaves and livestock.

  In addition to artworks and nutritional creams that are sold out, there are also mosquito gas masks, bicycles and helmets from No. 81 Steel Plant, disinfectant from chemical plants, and some cheap and useful gadgets.

  The LD-47 sickle assault rifle is not very popular with the merchants in Boulder City, but it does not prevent the mercenaries from loving it.

  Low failure rate, easy maintenance, and powerful enough.

  Combined with the biggest advantage of being cheap, it was enough for them to open their wallets, exchange the chips into silver coins, and then take the silver coins to Boss Xia to spend.

  Besides the few meat-eating bigwigs who opened the factory, the most exciting ones are undoubtedly those life professional players on North Street.

   Few of the mercenaries who came from Boulder City with Liszt's caravan earlier spent money at their stalls.

  However, recently, these mercenaries from Boulder City seem to have suddenly become rich, and they are surprisingly generous.

  Even if the price of ramen has risen from 5 silver coins to 6 silver coins, some people have paid for it.

   4 silver coins a bowl of mushroom soup is widely acclaimed. It is fragrant and delicious, and the most important thing is that the proprietress is beautiful and speaks nicely.

  These merchants and mercenaries who came from afar not only stimulated a wave of consumption, but also brought a lot of good things produced by Boulder City.

  These merchants sell a wide variety of goods, ranging from weapons to daily necessities.

  In fact, Boulder City, as an old large-scale survivor settlement that completed industrialization a long time ago, has a much stronger industrial capacity than No. 404 Vault.

  The local development model has largely borrowed from the ideal city of the enterprise, which can be seen from the "ship and cargo worship" of the upper class in the inner city to the entire field of ideal city, from culture to commodities.

  The design of the KV-1 exoskeleton is modeled after the Miner series, and the Drone X-2 assault rifle is modeled after the Black Swan G9 assault rifle.

  The factory in Boulder City cannot produce metallic hydrogen, but it can produce sub-two-stage solid hydrogen. It cannot produce the fusion engine that drives the land fortress, but it can make the engine for boiling water compact and cheap.

  Chu Guang admitted that there is a big gap between the survivor settlements in the northern suburbs and Jushicheng in terms of population and industrial capacity. When the two sides communicate and understand each other to a certain level, friction may be inevitable.

  However, even if the relationship deteriorates to the point of full-scale war, it is not a matter of a day or two.

  Even if they fight tomorrow, it won't prevent him from plucking their wool today.

In order to protect the local industry and increase exports, Chu Guang adjusted the exchange rate of silver coins to chips from 1:2 to 2:1 when he let Liszt come in to set up a factory, and also restricted the foreign exchange quota of individuals and enterprises .

   In this way, players will find that buying the KV-1 exoskeleton from the NPC store will be much cheaper than going to Boulder City to buy imported goods.

   Similarly, exporting products from the northern suburbs to Boulder City will make more profits than simply dragging them to the market and selling them.

   "I've never seen so many chips."

   Warehouse at the outpost.

  Looking at the pile of colorful chips in the box, old Charlie sighed sincerely.

  Although he is also the blue coat of the shelter, he has already been used to the local life after living in Qingquan City for so many years.

   With so many valuable things in front of him, it is impossible to say that there is no shock at all.

  Chu Guang said with a faint smile.

   "Isn't that old leech missing?"

  Charlie knew who Chu Guang was talking about, and said softly.

   "He is just in the category of ordinary rich people."

  Boulder City has many denominations of chips, the most common being white, and it is also the most widely circulated currency outside of Boulder City.

  In addition, there are 5 denominations of bright red, 25 denominations of green, and 100 denominations of black.

  No matter how large the denomination chips are, you can usually only see them in the inner city, but most of the people there swipe their cards for transactions, and rarely put chips larger than 100 denominations in their pockets to show off.

   It can't be used as change, and few people can change it.

  He has seen the vault of the former mayor. The same box has three of them, but most of them are the cheapest white chips.

   Unlike in this box, even the black ones can be seen.

   Chu Guang asked with a smile.

   "Is this money enough to become a rich man in Boulder City?"

  Charlie thought about it and gave a rigorous answer.

  “…I’ve only been there a few times, but if it’s the kind of luxurious life I understand, it should be more than enough.”

  Chu Guang smiled and said nothing.

   After a pause, he cleared his throat.

   "I plan to set up a trade union, organize some caravans to trade with other survivor settlements, expand our influence territory, and at the same time provide my players...I mean the residents find something to do."

  Old Charlie nodded.

   "That's a nice idea."

  Although the second half of the sentence sounds strange, he agrees with the first part.

  At the present stage of the development of the northern suburbs, it is not enough to just expand the territory on the territory, and there are not so many people to open up those lands.

   It is not just an economic issue. Only with sufficient regional influence can the northern suburbs gain population and resources for further development.

   Chu Guang looked at old Charlie and continued.

   "Your knowledge and places you have been to are probably the most among the people I know."

   "This job."

   "I'm going to leave it to you to do it!"

  (end of this chapter)