This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 42: Please respect yourself!

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"Thirsty...water..."

I don’t know how long she had been in coma. When Xia Yan gradually woke up, she felt extremely hungry and her throat was as dry as if a soldering iron had been inserted into her throat.

My arms felt as heavy as lead.

Her vision was hazy as if there was a layer of fog. She tried hard to get up from the ground, but gave up after trying it for a while.

Until her eyes fell on the plastic bottles and packaging bags not far away.

Pounced forward, Xia Yan grabbed the plastic bottle, raising his head and poured tons of liquid into his mouth, regardless of what liquid was inside.

Thirst is instantly relieved.

Pouring the last drop of water into his mouth, Xia Yan threw away the bottle, and then like a starving ghost, he picked up the plastic wrapper from the ground and tore it open.

Her intuition told her that there was food in it!

However, when she saw the dark things inside, her hungry expression was obviously stunned.

What is this...

Going closer and smelling it, it didn’t smell bad.

After some hesitation, Xia Yan finally made up his mind and took a careful taste.

The moment her lips and teeth touched, her expression suddenly paused, and then her pupils shook violently.

This!

What does this smell like!

She stuffed the black stuff into her mouth at once, and after finishing it completely, Xia Yan licked her lips with unfinished content. She even didn’t let go of the plastic packaging, and she turned it over and licked it.

At this time, the alloy door in front of me opened.

Xia Yan raised his head and saw the man standing at the door.

"Are you awake?"

Instinctively shrinking back in fear, Xia Yan glanced at the clothes on her body and nodded bravely.

"Yeah."

"Is it delicious?"

Although I wanted to show some integrity, I didn't listen to her.

"Delicious..."

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

"Do you still want it?"

"Think." Xia Yan nodded sharply.

Very satisfied with her answer, Chu Guang nodded.

"What you just ate is called chocolate."

"From today on, you work for me and you do whatever I ask you to do."

"In exchange, I can provide you with a safe place to live and food. In addition, if your performance satisfies me, I will give you another piece of that thing."

Xia Yan has never eaten anything like chocolate. He only heard that it was a very popular food before the war and was also a luxury item for the upper class in Boulder City.

"...Is this what chocolate tastes like?"

The index finger subconsciously touched his lips. Xia Yan looked confused, and regret gradually appeared in his eyes.

Gan!

I knew I would eat slower!

Of course Chu Guang could not guess what she was thinking.

If I knew it, I would definitely roll my eyes.

Just a piece of chocolate...

What about it?

"Yes," Chu Guang continued, looking at Xia Yan sitting on the ground, "So what is your answer?"

"I do."

Xia Yan answered without hesitation, not even asking what Chu Guang planned to ask him to do.

After all, there was no choice.

Having lost half of his legs, even if he returned to Boulder City, he would end up rotting in the alleys of the slums.

Like a rotten orange peel.

No one cares.

Of course no one wants to die if they can live.

At least I don’t have this ideological awareness yet.

Xia Yan turned his head, closed his eyes in an appointed tone, and whispered.

"Although, although I haven't tried it, it should be fine. I know what you want... be gentle."

"What?"

Chu Guang was stunned subconsciously, but after all, he was an experienced driver who had been driving for so many years. Looking at her expression, he guessed that she was thinking wrong, and immediately straightened his face and said seriously.

"Madam, please respect yourself. I am discussing work issues with you seriously now."

If you do this again.

Then I can't be serious.

Xia Yan was also stunned when he heard Chu Guang's words.

What the hell?

Didn’t this guy kidnap me back because he wanted to give birth to a child? ? ?

Xia Yan's face gradually turned the color of pig's liver as his pupils shook violently, as if he finally distinguished between imagination and reality.

Turning her head in shame, she stared at the crack in the corner and said harshly.

"Kill me..."

Chu Guang: "???"

What the hell?

……

After taking some time, Chu Guang and Xia Yan, who was lying on the ground, briefly explained the situation here.

Games are not popular in the wasteland. Using the concept of players to explain it will only confuse the opponent. Chu Guang is too lazy to talk to the cow, so he simply uses words she can understand.

"To put it simply, my men and I plan to establish a survivor colony on the surface, expel alien species, accommodate refugees, and restore order in this area."

After hearing what Chu Guang said, Xia Yan had a disapproving expression on his face.

How confident you are to say such unrealistic words.

Restore order?

Countless people have tried this in the past two hundred years, but no one has succeeded. Instead, there are more and more alien species entrenched in the city, more and more mutants, and the living space of the survivors is constantly being squeezed. , the situation is getting worse year by year.

“Do you think restoring order is as simple as building a wall?”

Xia Yan, whose heart was hurt, said in a slightly sarcastic tone, "You should really go to Boulder City and have a look. There are countless people who are stronger than you there. Even they can only linger on the edge of the third ring road. Do you think you can do it?" What?"

"Of course I have my plan," Chu Guang, who had never thought about such a thing, looked at her calmly and continued, "I didn't plan to spend a few months to achieve this goal. I knew it would take a while. It is a protracted battle, and I am determined to make sacrifices for generations to complete it."

Is it annoying?

It’s just a setting. Can you please let me finish?

Chu Guang certainly knew that restoring order could not be achieved with a simple sentence, and he never arrogantly thought that he was invincible just because he killed a few poor plunderers living in the outer suburbs.

But this is his character.

Or game settings.

At least the players must feel that this NPC is like that.

However, the guy in front of me obviously only heard the second half of the sentence.

How many generations?

Xia Yan shrank back nervously.

Guo, do you still want to have a baby?

"Back to the topic," Chu Guang coughed slightly and continued, "You can assemble firearms, right? And do maintenance on parts."

Xia Yan nodded.

"Yes, this is a basic skill."

"Very good," Chu Guang nodded and continued, "From now on, you will be the proprietress of the weapons store."

"What?" Xia Yan was confused and didn't understand what he was saying.

Because when Chu Guang said a certain word, he was not using the language of this world at all, but the Mandarin of the parallel world.

"The proprietress of the weapons store," Chu Guang stared at her, repeated it word by word, and then continued, "This is your job. To put it simply, it is to sell firearms and maintain them. Yes. If someone asks you what you do, just answer like this."

"Selling guns?" Xia Yan asked confusedly, "To whom?"

"The residents of the shelter."

"Huh???" Xia Yan was even more confused, "Aren't those people your subordinates?"

"Yes, but it is a little different from the subordinates you understand," Chu Guang paused and continued, "To put it simply, we have just emerged from the ground and need to concentrate on doing big things. Moreover, supplies are scarce, so a planned economy is temporarily implemented, where everyone works together and eats together around the big pot."

"When the survival crisis is resolved and various resources begin to be in surplus, they need to take the initiative to exert their enthusiasm for production and consciously step out of their comfort zone to forge ahead. At that time, our settlement will have a different set of rules. Such as food, medicine, weapons , other resources are no longer free."

"Since you mentioned Boulder City, you should know about things like chips, right? It actually means the same thing."

Obviously this woman did not understand what she was talking about.

Survivors in the wasteland, as long as they have some education, can once again become the henchmen of a rich man, just like old Charlie who was eating and waiting to die on Beit Street. If you know a certain skill, you can find a position in a factory, helping big shots burn boilers, prepare medicines, and repair power armor.

Only the poor would trade their lives for money.

Just like this Ms. Xia in front of me.

In the wasteland, mercenaries have never been a glamorous profession, they are just a group of cheap cannon fodder without subsistence allowances and subsidies.

But Chu Guang didn’t care.

All he needs is a tool man who can execute his orders.

Knowledge? experience? Quality?

Everything can be learned.

After a pause, Chu Guang looked at her and said.

"The language our people use is a little different from the people on the surface. But it's not a big problem. I will teach you a few simple lines for daily communication."

"You just have to do as I say."