This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 644: I am such a manager!

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At Dawn City's trading post, people are shouting and shouting, and there is an endless stream of caravans passing through the door. It is lively from day to night.

Ruts of different thicknesses formed a criss-cross chessboard on the ground, and a dazzling array of rare and exotic treasures piled up into hills on the stalls.

Among them are eight-unit octopus manipulators produced by Jushi Military Industry, clocks and jewelry produced by Camelback Kingdom, general-purpose android maids and attendants imported from Ideal City, and even exotic spices from the Far Sea Continent. and soap produced by the Legion.

In short, there is nothing you can’t imagine and buy here.

A long time ago, Dawn City's market changed its business model. While retaining the bulk commodity trading points officially operated by the alliance, it leased the expanded trading space to individuals.

The tenants of the stalls include local businessmen and residents of the shelter, as well as foreign traders.

From the time before the wave started, the place gradually became lively as winter passed.

Especially now that the news of the end of the wave has spread, it has added a festive touch to the prosperity here.

"Any happy events recently?"

Stopping in front of a stall, the man wearing a gray long-collar coat looked up at the decorations hanging in front of the stall and asked casually.

His skin color is slightly darker, with deep wrinkles on his brow and the corners of his eyes. He looks weathered, and he is carrying a suitcase in his hand.

The stall owner glanced at his appearance and felt that this man was a bit unfamiliar. He thought he must be a businessman from far away, so he said with a smile.

"The respected administrator led us to defeat the wave. In three days, a celebration to celebrate the victory will be held here. This is our old tradition. By the way, is this your first time here?"

"That's not true, but when I came here last time, it was still a wilderness." The man looked around and said with a helpless expression, "Just now, I thought I was wrong. Map."

Looking at his ignorant look, the stall owner said with a smile.

"That must have been several years ago! This area is now under the control of the alliance, and it is no longer the wilderness it was a few years ago."

Although he has not been back here for several years, the man seems to be familiar with the word alliance. He has obviously heard rumors about this area elsewhere.

"I have heard that the manager of Vault 404 led his residents to build a prosperous utopia in the wasteland. Not only did they unite all the suffering survivors, they also vowed to end the wasteland. Era as a lifelong ideal..."

The stall owner smiled sheepishly.

"Haha, it's not as exaggerated as the rumors say, but it's okay... By the way, friend, where are you from?"

The man said.

"Southern Seas."

The stall owner looked at him in surprise.

"The southern sea? The... small island in the south? I heard the scenery there is pretty good."

It was too far there, and Haiya Province and Jinchuan Province were in turmoil. He really didn't know much about it.

The man smiled bitterly and said with a helpless expression.

"If you call sea monsters that can set off waves tens of meters high as scenery... then you should like that place."

The stall owner laughed and said embarrassedly.

"Haha, it seems that every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite... If we don't count the brood nest in the city center, the biggest guy here is the manager's mount."

The man was stunned for a moment.

"Sit on... a mount?"

"A Death Claw," the stall owner said with a proud expression on his face, as if the person riding on the back of the Death Claw was himself. "Even the powerful Death Claw is crawling on his back. Under his feet, there is nothing on this planet that he cannot defeat...including the brood nest in the city center!"

The man couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows in laughter. He wanted to laugh but felt it was impolite, so he said to himself that it was because you didn't know enough.

However, there was something the stall owner said that caught his attention.

"What do you mean when you say he defeated the brood in the city center...?"

The stall owner said with pride.

"Literally, he killed the guy who couldn't even defeat the Construction Committee. Not only this year's wave, but also there will be no more in the future."

The man stared in stunned silence, opening his jaw slightly.

Killed...

How to get rid of that thing? !

He has been studying mutant slime mold for some years. The thing that has changed is that as long as there is a little bit of scum left, it will pop up endlessly, and every time it is reborn, it will become bigger than before. This time is more difficult.

In fact, he came here just for the brood nest this time, but the guy in front of him told him... that the brood nest was killed?

Seeing that the man stood there in silence for a long time, asking questions without any intention of buying anything, the stall owner gradually lost interest in continuing to chat with him.

But after all, they were open for business. In order not to offend anyone, he was too embarrassed to drive people away directly, so he reminded them "in good faith".

"If you want to know about Dawn City, I suggest you buy the latest newspaper, and then go to the Highway Town Hotel at the door to order a beer and sit there. No one will care about you if you sit in the lobby all day, and There is never a shortage of people to chat with... The stories I heard from those mercenaries and traders were much more exciting than what I heard here, especially the lame old Hook, who came from Dawn City and was still in the wilderness. It was here when we were in the mountains."

"Thank you, I will refer to your suggestion." The man seemed to have noticed that the stall owner was not interested in him, so he politely replied and prepared to say goodbye.

"You're welcome, my name is Zhang Datong. If you need to wholesale hardware tools or automatic rifles, you can contact me... By the way, what do you do?"

"I am a manager." The man said honestly.

"Regarding...the manager?!" The stall owner didn't react at first, but he was shocked when he repeated his words and his eyes widened.

"Uh...but I'm not the manager here." Seeing the dull look on the stall owner's face, the man suddenly remembered something and said helplessly, "No offense, although I know the manager has special meaning to you. , but there are actually more shelters in this world than you think. By the way, if I want to meet your manager...how should I meet him?"

Zhang Datong was stunned for a long time with his mouth open, then regained his composure and stared straight at the man.

"...Really or fake? Which shelter are you from?"

As if guessing that he would be suspicious, the man sighed and rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, revealing the slightly faded VM.

"Vault 70, manager Sun Yuechi."

However, what he didn't expect was that the moment the stall owner saw him taking out the VM, instead of his jaw dropping to the ground in surprise, he quickly lost interest.

"Hey, what does this thing mean?" Zhang Datong glanced at his mouth disdainfully, and his original doubtful expression turned into deep suspicion, "Isn't it just a vital signs detector? Is there such a thing? There are so many people there."

Sun Yuechi was stunned, dumbfounded and was about to reason, but before he could speak, the stall owner continued.

"Even if you are a manager, where is your power armor?"

"Move...power armor?"

"Yes," Zhang Datong looked at him strangely, "You said you were a manager, so you have a powered armor, right?"

Sun Yuechi looked at him blankly.

Power armor and managers...

Is there an inevitable connection between the two?

Looking at his miserable bear appearance, he didn’t look like he could take out that thing. Zhang Datong couldn’t help but have a hint of contempt in his eyes. He was too embarrassed to tell him that their manager could go around wearing power armor without turning on the power. Walk.

"Forget it, I guess you can't take it out either...then you should have a mount, right?"

"I..." Sun Yuechi blushed so hard that he couldn't say a word.

Not wanting to embarrass this guy, Zhang Datong waved his hand.

"Okay, okay, I've seen people like you a lot. Every now and then, someone buys a blue coat and comes here to cheat, saying that he is a shelter resident. Hey, this is my first time calling myself a manager. See you. I’ll just treat you as bragging and find someone else to brag about. I don’t have time to accompany you.”

Sun Yuechi suppressed the words that came to his lips, glared at the playful and smiling stall owner, turned around and walked away with his suitcase.

How come the residents here feel so stupid.

Fortunately, he was looking forward to it when he heard the rumors about the alliance, but he didn't expect it to be anything more than that.

Thinking of something in his mind, Sun Yuechi stopped when he walked to the door of the trading station and suddenly changed his mind about visiting the manager directly.

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Maybe...

The dumb guy is right.

It's better to go to that highway town hotel and buy a newspaper first, as he said, and secretly observe what's going on here, and then make a decision...

……

Meanwhile, the Highway Town Inn is not far from the trading post.

Wearing an apron, Lisa walked through the crowd, placed the tray full of beer on the wooden table, and hurried to the kitchen.

Looking at the little girl busying herself, Old Hook couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

At first he just sympathized with the little girl's miserable life experience, but as they got along for a long time, he unconsciously regarded her as his own daughter.

It just so happens that he has no children either.

While Lisa was resting, he stopped the diligent little girl and handed a small bag of silver coins to her hand.

"I want you to take a few days off, starting from tomorrow. This is your salary for this month. You can come back to work after the celebration is over in three days."

Lisa was stunned for a moment and asked in a low voice in fear.

"What did I do wrong?"

Old Hook grinned.

"No, on the contrary, you are doing very well, and that is why you need to rest more. What's the point of making money if you don't spend it? Go buy yourself some new clothes, everyone in the refugee home Look at me, I don’t want to be said to be a boss who exploits his employees.”

In order to prevent the poor rescued people from being exploited by unscrupulous bosses, the Alliance's homeless homes will regularly visit the rescued people who have obtained Alliance resident status.

This is a move proposed by shelter residents.

It is said that the reason was that the nosy blue coats discovered that a black-hearted enterprise had recruited a large number of "supervise" workers with ulterior motives, and exploited their desire to become alliance residents to exploit them without a bottom line. .

Including but not limited to refusing to implement the declaration of managers at the Victory Day celebration, continuing to exploit workers according to the old laws, and making them work on the production line for twelve consecutive hours without overtime pay.

The final result was also very satisfying. The manager did what he said and asked the guy to get out. This incident even made the headlines of the "Daily Survivor".

Soon after this, the homeless home added a return visit system.

Of course Old Hook is not worried about a return visit from the refugee home, nor is he worried about any bad rumors being spread. After all, he has never done anything untoward.

He just thinks that she should live a brighter life at her age. If he has children, he will hope that his children will be like her.

Ah... living in the sun.

What a luxurious wish.

Old Hook suddenly felt a little emotional in his heart. This was not the first time. He even forgot that he was living in the wasteland.

Understanding the grandfather's kindness, Lisa held the money bag in her hand and whispered.

"But... won't the celebration be very busy? Does it really matter if I'm not here?"

"It's okay," Old Hook smiled and waved his hand, indicating that she didn't have to worry about it, "I will ask a few temporary workers to help."

The indebted man who was sitting on the bar drinking beer burped and raised his shaking right hand.

"Can I sign up first? Or tell me when the task will be sent, so I can prepare to grab the order."

Recognizing this regular customer, Old Hook smiled and cursed.

"You? I can't afford it. I also want to leave some money for myself for retirement."

The debtor who was lying next to the wine bottle said with a frown.

"20% off...oh no, 50% off, please give me a job, anything, as long as I can make money."

Lao Bai patted his shoulder and said with a smile.

"What's wrong, brother, are you in despair?"

Yin Leina, who was eating lizard tail skewers, looked at him with a funny face.

"No, how much can you spend on your hobby?"

"Get out."

The debtor's big eyes turned red, as if he knew that these guys must be trying to blackmail him, so he fought back first, but he didn't have the nerve to say where he wasted his money.

However, his good brother, the construction site manager, did not hide it for him and told him with a smile.

"This guy bought over a hundred Gnawers."

More than a hundred gnawers? !

After hearing this, everyone was shocked.

"Good guy... your intelligence attributes are not low."

"A hundred gnawers have a hammer."

"Ten thousand silver coins..." Fang Chang touched his chin, thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't seem to be expensive...it won't cost him everything."

The price of a light cavalry exoskeleton is indeed not that expensive for experienced A-test players, and it is only average at best.

The silver coin income in this game increases simultaneously with the contribution level and sequence level.

Yin Leina also looked at the big eyes lying on the table suspiciously, always feeling that things were not that simple.

Sure enough, the old hippie at the construction site continued to make trouble.

"That's fine if it's just that, but can my big-eyed brother accept that his subordinates are all mentally retarded? Obviously not! So this brother equipped each gnawer with a gun, although it was Iron barrel rifle, but 7mm bullets have to cost money, right?"

"Well, that's true." Yin Leina did the math and realized that this was indeed not a small sum.

"Really?" The construction site manager shrugged and continued, "And you know, the gnawer usually just stands there stupidly and can barely maintain the balance of organic matter... According to his surprise This gameplay not only has to provide for the ammo consumption of those gnawers, but also solves their nutritional problems."

"Okay, stop talking, I'm just a second-hand guy." The debtor covered his face with his big eyes, almost crying.

The boy at the construction site and Brick were not having fun yet, so they laughed and hooked his shoulder.

"No, brother, I haven't finished speaking yet."

The big eyes of debt pushed this guy's hand away.

"Get out! I don't have a brother like you!"

Lao Bai: "Hahaha!"

Everyone sitting in front of the bar was chatting and laughing. Seeing the good relationship between them, Lisa, who was holding the dinner plate, couldn't help but purse her lips.

However, happiness in this world is always equal.

Some people are happy, while others are worried.

While everyone was talking and laughing and helping Big Eyes come up with bad ideas, a surprised exclamation suddenly sounded in the luxurious standard room of the backyard annex.

"What?! They won't sell it anymore?!"

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(Sorry guys, I lost my temper today, but luckily I caught up)

(End of this chapter)