This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 120: The feeling of getting rich overnight

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Just when the hot topic of discussion on the official website forum changed from "Alpha 0.61 version" to "How many silver coins did the Cow Horse Team earn?", a sneaky figure walked through the ice and snow at dusk. Covered streets, reaching the vicinity of an abandoned tire factory.

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

"...Why is this door open?"

Don't tell me the door is open.

The black appearance looked as if it had been burned by fire.

There are no people standing guard on the fence.

The most incredible thing for Wang Biao is that he has come here without encountering a single patrol.

Swallowed again.

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

"I, I'm from Beit Street! Delivering a message for our mayor!"

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

After all, here are some guys who eat people without spitting out their bones.

If old Charlie had not repeatedly emphasized that the predators would not make things difficult for him after seeing this letter, and also promised him a reward of 5 chips, he would never have accepted this dangerous job. .

This is simply exchanging lives for money!

With every step forward, Wang Biao felt his heartbeat stop for half a beat.

Finally, he reached the door. When he was about to put his head over and reach into the half-opened door to take a look, two tentacles suddenly shook out from the crack in the door, almost hitting his nose.

"Fuck!"

Mutant cockroach!

Looking at the cockroach, which was about the size of a wolfdog and poked its head out of the crack in the door, Wang Biao, who was already nervous, was so scared that he almost flew out of his wits.

Throwing the letter aside, he almost reflexively pulled out the stick tied to his waist and smashed it randomly.

The mutated cockroaches in 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 survivor can easily kill a few of them.

Headshot with two sticks!

Juice spills!

Looking at the cockroach that fell to the ground and turned its belly, Wang Biao squatted down nervously and picked up the letter that fell to the ground in panic, for fear that it would get wet by the snow.

Then he shouted at the door.

"Yes, is there anyone?"

No response.

With his Adam's apple twitching, Wang Biao endured the anxiety and fear in his heart and carefully passed through the charred village gate.

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 severed limbs stuck on wooden stakes and bloodstains smeared on the walls showed traces of their past existence.

"What the hell..."

These predators couldn’t have been eaten by cockroaches, right? !

Wang Biao was partly surprised, but mostly happy.

There is no survivor in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City who does not hate and fear the predators of the Blood Hand Clan.

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

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

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

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

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

"Bloody hands! Those predators at the tire factory! Gone!"

"What did you say?!"

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

Close the door curtain, Charlie stared at him and asked, "Please tell me clearly, what do you mean by no more?"

"The stockade! The whole stockade is empty! There is not a single person!" Wang Biao's face was filled with surprise and joy, and he gasped, "I went in and took a look, and there was no one at all...those plunderers, It’s like disappearing!”

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

People will not die on their own.

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

But in this case, it does make sense.

Charlie pondered for a moment.

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

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

"Thank you, old housekeeper!"

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

5 chips!

You can exchange for 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 make any noise about the Bloody Hand clan, you understand what I mean."

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

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

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

The predator is gone...

Isn’t it a great joy?

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 had never thought about this issue before, but now he became curious about what was written in that letter.

Looking at this stupid, brainless guy, Charlie sighed and explained patiently.

"I asked you to keep your mouth shut."

"You have already received the reward for delivering the letter. If the mayor knows that the Bloody Hand clan members have left and the letter has not been delivered, do you know what the consequences will be."

Does this need to be emphasized?

He was also convinced.

This time he finally understood. When Wang Biao came back to his senses, his heart trembled and he nodded.

"Yes! What you are talking about is about the Blood Hand Clan. I promise not to say a word! But, but... what if the mayor finds out on his own?"

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

Just like the old housekeeper 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 rats.

"Anything can happen in winter," Old Charlie said nonchalantly, "Just do as I say and you'll be fine."

Although he pretended to be confused, 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 give back the chips in his hand.

But in this way, the happy event of the Bloody Hand clan has disappeared, and he can only keep it in his stomach for the time being.

"Just remember, 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. Just as he was about to open the door curtain and go out, he suddenly remembered something and stopped hesitantly.

Old Charlie glanced at him.

"What else do you want?"

Wang Biao chuckled and whispered.

"Well, the matter about that boy from the Yu family..."

"Get out."

After being scolded inexplicably, Wang Biao was confused, but he did not dare to talk back, and ran away without even daring to let out a fart.

Old Charlie cursed and sat on the chair, reaching out and rubbing his brow.

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 any "glory and wealth" in the past. He just wants to live the rest of his life peacefully in the world after the collapse of this utopia.

But now this situation is beyond his control.

Pull out a piece of crumpled paper from the drawer. After thinking about it for a moment, old Charlie picked up the pen and started writing on it.

"I hope my judgment is correct."

Although he has never been to each other several times in his life...

……

Late at night.

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

First of all, in terms of metal materials, the largest reserve in that shelter is steel ingots labeled with various models, which total 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 kilograms of aluminum ingots, 1,000 kilograms of lead ingots, 1,000 kilograms of copper ingots, 500 kilograms of chromium, tungsten ingots, etc., as well as 5 kilograms of gold and 10 kilograms of silver.

This amount is almost twice the amount of metal consumables bought from the merchants in Honghe Town!

And not only metal consumables, but also some non-metallic materials surprised Chu Guang.

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

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

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

Even barely able to reach diamonds!

Not to mention anything else, just the tools and various components that have not oxidized or deformed in the past two hundred years, as well as the brand new guide rails and replaceable modules that are just like the factory, are enough to prove how awesome this thing is. Forced.

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

At least that's what it looks like from the outside.

"...The motor can't start. It's probably a problem with the circuit. It's probably because one of the parts inside is aging. But it's not a big problem. It should work after repairing it."

Inside the weapons store.

After studying the brand new workbench for a long time, Xia Yan reached out and closed the electrical box on the side of the workbench. He looked at Chu Guang 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's important is that I have a group of hardworking and brave little players. With them, I can always get something good."

This slightly showy tone made Xia Yan couldn't help but lower his head and continue to think about the device in front of him.

This is not because of how diligent she is.

It was purely because I didn’t want my dear boss to see my little eye-rolling gesture.

"If this workbench can be repaired, the speed of making bullets will probably be much faster. Moreover, this workbench has quite complete functions. In addition to cutting tools, it even has stamping modules and drill bits... What is this drill bit? What material? Does it feel harder than diamond? Well, if you have this thing, processing a few seamless steel pipes is not a big problem."

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

"Does that mean you can make guns?"

He couldn't understand things that were too professional, but he had heard players say that the main reason why No. 81 Steel Factory couldn't make guns was that it couldn't make seamless steel pipes.

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

Hearing Chu Guang’s question, Xia Yan answered matter-of-factly.

"Although it's not as simple as you think, it's not too difficult if you have the tools. 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 barrel blank, and then drill and rifling it , one barrel is almost enough."

"The more difficult part 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 barrel blank. I feel that your steel factory should be able to handle it. ."

Chu Guang glanced at Xia Yan in surprise.

It seems like this guy has some skills.

Just plain lazy.

"I will find someone to find a solution for the barrel blank. Where are the receiver parts? Can you make them?"

"That's simple. I'll show you my skills after I repair the workbench. It will only take these two days...if everything goes well." As he said this, Xia Yan couldn't help but yawned and looked at Chu Guang. He suggested, "Look at this nonsense... there is no way to repair it. 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 about twelve o'clock in the morning."

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

After extinguishing the lantern on the table, Xia Yan closed the door of the weapon shop, held his crutch under his elbow, and walked towards the sanatorium.

Chu Guang did not stay here, but returned to the warehouse and watched Old Luca and the two warehouse managers sort the materials and store them in the warehouse.

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

Even if professional players ruin his life, and let them ruin it until next spring, the problem shouldn't be too big!

The supplies that should be counted have also been counted. This windfall has made Chu Guang completely happy. Next, it is time for his little players to feel happy too.

"The income from the copy... let me think about it."

In terms of pure value, these resources are worth at least 2,000 silver coins or more. However, from the perspective of game balance, anything above 1,000 silver coins will affect the balance.

It only took the Niu Ma Squad 4 days from discovery to conquering the entire dungeon. If the total income is 1,000 silver coins, it means that each of them has an average daily income of 62.5 silver coins per day.

Emmm……

Okay, not too far off.

Equipment wear and tear, ammunition and supplies consumed... these all come at a cost, and it seems that a passerby was added to their team halfway.

So it’s actually divided into five people?

After struggling for five minutes between the two issues of actual value and balance, Chu Guang finally came up with a reasonable number - 1,500 silver coins!

As for how they will divide the money internally.

Chu Guang is too lazy to worry.

Let them be.

These numbers were enough to keep them happy for a while.