This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 678: “Art” is the primary productive force

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Vault 404, Floor B4.

Sun Yuechi walked into the browsing room through the trap door and looked at Chu Guang sitting on the sofa with a confused expression.

"What's so late?"

Since arriving in Dawn City, he has completely adapted to the life here. He works from nine to five on weekdays and wanders around the streets of Dawn City on his days off.

In his own words, the prosperity of Shuguang City is no worse than that of Beidao in the southern sea. The richness of products is obviously far worse than that of the equatorial circle, but the people here are using limited materials. Played with flowers.

Especially in terms of diet.

After eating pig's trotter rice once, he wanted to show off the food three times a day, and lamented that what he had eaten for the past thirty years was simply pig food.

In his opinion, the only flaw in this settlement is that its foundation is weak. Perhaps because of the rapid expansion, many supporting infrastructures have not kept up.

He happened to be an expert in the field of communication engineering, so he simply found a job in a local communication company as a technical consultant, and started the work of laying communication base stations and channel planning, which could be regarded as a contribution to the reconstruction of civilization. A lot of strength.

As for Chu Guang, he has been planning the "Slime Mold Research Community" these days, dealing with the three parties of the Corporate Academy Legion and a group of little shrimps clamoring for help from the big guys, and has no time to think about the distant future. In the southern sea area, there is no intersection with the retired manager of Vault 70.

Looking at Sun Yuechi, who was sitting across from the sofa with a confused look on his face, Chu Guang took out a holographic computer pen and put it on the table, and clicked on the blue holographic image.

That is a bust drawn by Xiao Qi based on clues reported by players.

I have to say that it still looks a bit like the real person.

"Do you know this person?"

After staring at the image for a while, Sun Yuechi frowned and suddenly looked at Chu Guang in surprise.

"Huang Guangwei?"

Sure enough, we know each other.

Chu Guang looked at the former manager of Vault 70 who had resigned, his expression suddenly became subtle.

Unable to figure out the expression on Chu Guang's face, Sun Yuechi asked with a confused look on his face.

"What happened to him?"

Chu Guang thought for a moment and then said.

"He... found our settlement in the Baiyue Strait, told us some things about the southern seas, and then asked to meet you."

Sun Yuechi looked at him blankly.

"What did he see..."

After studying the expression on his face for a moment, Chu Guang suddenly spoke.

"Do you know that Vault 70 and the Federation of the Southern Islands are at war?"

"Ah?!" The moment he heard this sentence, Sun Yuechi was stunned on the spot, his mouth opened wide, and he seemed to have lost his words for a moment.

That confused expression doesn’t seem to be fake.

But think about it.

Chu Guang thought that if he heard that there was a fight between Shelter 404 and the Alliance, he would most likely be shocked and shocked. He couldn't understand how these two things came to fight.

In addition, there is a straight-line distance of more than 2,000 kilometers between the southern sea area and Dawn City, so it is normal that the news cannot reach here. The "Daily Survivor" only reported on the matters related to the French Fries Port and did not cover the southern sea area. Make very detailed reports.

"Anyway, that's what happened." Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and touched the computer pen lightly, shrinking the light blue light hanging above the pen tip. "However, our people feel that there may be some doubts behind this war. , more clues remain to be further investigated."

"Wait, how come there's a fight?!" As if he suddenly came back to his senses, Sun Yuechi opened his mouth in surprise, and his face changed from rosy to pale, "I, I didn't do anything when I left. Authorizing the use of the weapons arsenal, why-"

"Perhaps it's because of this," Chu Guang interrupted him, stared at him and continued, "According to Mr. Huang Guangwei, when they were attacked by the Federation of Southern Islands, they were completely out of control

It was a one-sided attack. Except for a few submarines scattered in the vast sea area who are still fighting their own resistance, most of the personnel in the shelter have completely withdrawn into Vault 70. ”

"Where is he now?!"

Sun Yuechi suddenly sat up straight from the sofa, raised his head and stared at Chu Guang intently.

Chu Guang looked into his eyes and continued.

"He will set off from Chip Port early tomorrow morning, and you will be able to see him in two days."

For some reason, Sun Yuechi, who was eager to see the compatriot a second ago, became embarrassed again after hearing that he would see him in two days.

You can probably guess what he is uneasy about, Chu Guang sighed softly and said.

"After all, he is your compatriot. I think it would be better for you to meet him. And I heard from my people that they picked up the guy on the beach with half his life left."

Sun Yuechi's Adam's apple moved slightly and he couldn't say a word.

Those pupils were filled with complex emotions.

After a moment, he slowly spoke.

"The person who attacked him...is the Federation of the Southern Islands?"

"I don't think so," Chu Guang continued in a very soft voice, looking at those eyes that were ablaze with hope, "According to his description, those who were chasing him were a group of blue-skinned amphibious mutants. Those guys are operating on the north side of the southern sea area——"

"It must be the Torch!" Sun Yuechi's eyes widened, and he clenched his fists on his knees, his voice trembling with anger, "Those guys... they are the only ones who have no inhibitions about cooperating with mutants! This time The war must be behind their backs!"

Chu Guang nodded.

"I think so too, but it is not easy to persuade the warring parties to cease fire, especially when one of the parties has a clear upper hand."

Sun Yuechi looked at Chu Guang pleadingly.

"Please, please help us! I have handed over the shelter authority to you——"

Chu Guang looked at him sharply and interrupted him unceremoniously.

"If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have preferred you not to have done this. At least half of the current chaos in the southern seas is due to your leaving and prematurely unloading what should have been your Your responsibility."

When he heard the second half of the sentence, Sun Yuechi had a painful expression on his face and put his hands together on his nose.

Chu Guang did not continue to embarrass him but continued in a gentle tone.

"Now things have to be resolved one by one. The trigger of the war was the bombing of the Ocean Current Power Station. Both sides currently disagree on this. We first need to determine whether this is an act directed and performed by the Federation or whether it is a torch The church was behind the instigation. Do you have anyone at the top of the federal government that you can trust? We hope to launch an investigation into the true cause of the destruction of the Ocean Current Power Station."

Sun Yuechi said with a bitter look.

"When I left, the situation was far from deteriorating to this point... Although those settlements formed a federation to put pressure on us, that was all, otherwise I would not have gone this far."

Looking at this guy’s confused look, Chu Guang couldn’t help but hold his forehead.

He really couldn't help but want to criticize this guy, what exactly is the job of a manager?

This federal navy couldn’t be created out of thin air, right?

Since the survivors in the southern seas were already divided into two groups on the issue of whether to introduce Naguo before this guy left, it should be clear who of the two groups shouted loudest, right?

Just when Chu Guang was having a headache, Sun Yuechi's eyes suddenly lit up as if he remembered something, and he spoke.

"Wait, there is someone... who may be able to help you."

Chu Guang asked immediately.

"Who?"

"Muda! I'm writing to you!"

As he spoke, Sun Yuechi picked up the pen and note on the coffee table and hurriedly wrote a line of words on it.

Don't just write the person's name.

He also wrote something like a letter of introduction, explaining briefly

The situation, and a request for assistance in investigating the bombed current power station.

Chu Guang reached out and took the note he handed over, stared at the words on it, and asked hesitantly.

"Who is this person?"

Facing Chu Guang's questioning gaze, Sun Yuechi said sincerely.

"Before I left, he was the captain of the maritime patrol in the southern waters. He was a pretty good guy. On the issue of the Torch Church, his position was more centrist, or he was not very interested in whether to introduce Naguo. Interested."

"I'm not sure what he is doing now...but if he is still on the patrol, he should be able to help you!"

……

Early morning.

The port of the roundabout.

Director Stilwell, who had a beer belly and yawned with his mouth as big as a hippopotamus, fumbled around in his waistband for a while before finding the key, and opened the port office door with two clattering turns.

As soon as he sat down at his desk, the whistle coming from outside the window disturbed his unfinished dream.

Looking out the window blankly.

When he saw the freighter moored in the port with the White Bear flag retracting its anchor chain, Director Stilwell was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth in surprise and jumped up from his chair with joy.

Unbelievable!

That Nougat who stayed at the port actually put away his anchor?!

He picked up the hat on the table without saying a word, hurriedly stepped over the door that had been closed for half a minute, and went down the stairs outside the port office to the port.

There were many people standing at the edge of the port, most of them were stevedores at the dock, and some were pedestrians passing by.

Looking at the Rourou that was about to leave, many young men had expressions of regret on their faces.

What a pity.

They didn't even have time to ask the name of their dream lover before they said goodbye to the ship.

Not far away, I saw a girl with short hair standing on the side of the ship, waving vigorously in the direction of the port.

"Oh! Goodbye! Friends of the roundabout! Thank you for taking us in during this time and causing you a lot of trouble. We will remember this favor!"

Rourou, who was lying on the edge of the railing, quickly turned to look at her.

"giao! Why did I write it down!"

Tail winked playfully.

"Hey, don't worry about these details."

"Hey, what a ghost!"

Although he didn't want to see this guy again, Stilwell still pretended to be friendly, waved the hat in his hand and shouted hypocritically.

"Have a nice trip and come back often when you have time!"

Don’t come again!

Not hearing the unwelcomeness in the voice at all, Tails broke free from the fleshy bear claws and shouted excitedly, raising his voice.

"Oh! Definitely!"

The cheerful voice gradually faded away along with the prolonged whistle of the cargo ship.

Looking at the cargo ship going away, Director Stilwell put his hat on his head happily.

Thank God!

This can be considered as sending these plague gods away!

Not long after the Rourou left the port, Mogavi, who was standing on the deck of the Mistral cargo ship, looked at Captain Song Haining standing aside and said with a smile.

"Mr. Captain, let's set off too!"

Song Haining didn't say much, just shouted towards the back of the deck.

"Weigh anchor!"

The Mistral docked at the dock also sounded its whistle.

Three days have passed since the cargo ship arrived at this port.

In the past three days, the Yue Clan girls on the Rourou cargo ship not only helped him deal with the more than a thousand pieces of fur, but also cleaned the Mistral cargo ship inside and out for him, keeping the deck clean. It's so shiny it's like a layer of wax!

Now the cargo ship can no longer smell the slightest bit of rotting meat, but instead there is a faint smell

Light girly fragrance.

Maybe it’s psychological!

Facing the brand-new Mistral, Captain Song Haining could no longer find any faults.

Thanks to this, the relationship between Mogavi and the old captain has also eased, and it is no longer as tense as it was three days ago.

The old captain did not clamor to drive him and his cargo off the ship, but just reiterated that he should not throw unwrapped fresh food on the deck.

Now the cargo on the Mistral cargo ship has changed from iron ore and coal mines to several stacks of precious furs and more than a dozen boxes of pearls, shells, corals and other aquatic products, as well as some industrial products that the Hump Kingdom just lacks. .

The journey is complete when the ship docks at Silver Moon Bay.

But this journey is not over yet, he has already started planning the next one.

The feng shui treasure called Potato Port is stuck at the east estuary of the Baiyue Strait, and sooner or later it will be discovered by other passing merchant ships.

When a stable route is formed and other competitors join in, it will be difficult to make a fortune like last time!

Looking at the sea due west like Mogawe, Captain Song Haining, standing on the side of the ship, suddenly spoke.

"It would be nice if the port could be built sooner."

Mogavi looked at Captain Song Haining standing aside with a surprised look on his face, and said in surprise.

"My friend, have you finally changed your mind about them?"

"My impression of them has never been bad. At most, I was wary of them when we first met. What I really hate are people who don't keep their promises." Song Haining stared at him meaningfully.

"Okay, my friend, I've cleaned it up for you, let's just forget about it." Mogavi smiled and touched his nose awkwardly.

Withdrawing her gaze from his face, Song Haining looked towards the direction of the Baiyue Strait again.

"One thing to say, they are really serious about their work. If they are still there in the future, maybe I will go to their place to wash boats next time."

How about opening a ship washing company?

Such an idea suddenly came to his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was a bit confusing.

It is already difficult for him to continue running a boat at his age. He even has to put a chair in the cab when he is at the helm to sit and rest from time to time.

Having been at sea for so many years, he knew many captains, including young guys and old guys like him, and they all had good relationships.

If you really open a ship washing company and want to get customers, you don’t have to worry about it...

……

In this way, under the shining of the early morning sun, two cargo ships, a Rourou and a Mistral, led by the patrol speedboat, avoided the minefield and headed towards Baiyue one after another. Heading towards the eastern entrance of the strait.

At the same time, to the south of Fries Port, a group of strength animals wearing exoskeletons were walking towards the coastline carrying tropical teak trees nearly ten meters long with branches cut off.

As one of the smallest deformation coefficients among many woods, teak's bending resistance is among the best. It is not only quite wear-resistant, but also has good resistance to humid environments because it grows in the rainforest. It is a pretty good substitute when a large amount of reinforced concrete is available.

The only shortcoming that is not a shortcoming is probably the weight of this thing.

Even the lightest of these logs weighs nearly a ton. Even if you wear a miner's exoskeleton to carry it, the burden placed on your body is not small.

However, this is only for ordinary people.

For a strength-based animal, this load is just average.

However, the beach cannot hold their feet. Often when they step on it, the soft sand can cover their calves.

After several tossing back and forth, the lines of footprints left on the beach are like fields plowed by old scalpers.

At this moment, at the end of the rows of footprints, there are wooden stakes arranged neatly on the beach.

These wooden piles are the base of the pier.

Put the wooden strips vertically and then cover them horizontally

Upon the wooden planks, it can be regarded as a simple dock.

Although the shareholders of Fries Port have decided to hire the construction team from Ideal City to build the dock, the tens of millions of dollars of project obviously cannot be finalized in a day or two.

There is a long process to go from tendering to tendering to design and final construction, and before that, it is impossible for the French Fries Port to just watch cargo ships slip away in front of you.

Therefore, everyone unanimously decided to build a few wooden piers extending into deep water on the beach directly south for temporary use before completing the formal port construction.

When the concrete port dedicated to freight is built in the future, this wooden pier will not be wasted and will be directly transformed into a yacht berthing area and a passenger port for tourists to board and disembark.

Although there is no sign of the port yet, the small players of Chipchi Port have already planned for the future tourism industry.

Now, after nearly three days of construction, the rough outline of this pier extending into the deep water area has been outlined by the construction players.

Although there are still some difficulties in loading and unloading cargo, if you are careful, it is basically no problem to go alone.

With neither engineering ships nor professional wharf construction equipment, this construction speed is already quite outrageous.

However, this construction team with all awakened people is probably the only one left in the wasteland.

After that, they will get some large stones from the nearby hills and pile them near the base of the pier to strengthen the base of the pier.

By then there will be no problem not only loading and unloading people, but also loading and unloading cargo.

Taoshi Liuren, who was wearing an exoskeleton, was carrying a piling hammer on his shoulder. He raised his arm to wipe the sea water on his face and shouted to the brothers who were working hard.

"Everyone, please work harder! We will try to complete the pier today!"

"Oh oh oh!" The players working on the beach with hammers responded with mixed responses, but they lost the enthusiasm they had when they laid the first pile three days ago.

But this is inevitable.

The freshness of players is always a parabola.

Although the wages paid by the construction team are not low, doing the same repetitive work will still subjectively affect some production enthusiasm.

Often, lost morale can be replenished from other sources.

Including material rewards and spiritual satisfaction.

For example, when you work in Shuguang City, you can not only get rewards equal to your labor, but you can also get "awesome" from the onlookers.

However, working here, surrounded by my own people, is still a bit boring after a long time.

"Brother Dao! When will our port be able to farm NPCs?"

"Should I stop using it?"

"The dog planner didn't seem to have said that after building a house, someone would definitely come over?"

"Gan!"

Listening to everyone’s complaints, Dao Xia Liuren coughed dryly and said while drawing a cake.

"Don't panic, brothers! Maybe when the dock is built, NPCs will be spawned!"

What a coincidence, just as he finished speaking, there was movement on the sea in the distance.

A sharp-eyed power player raised his head, glanced toward the southeast, and suddenly started shouting as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Brother Dao! A ship is coming from the east...oh no, it seems like two ships!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before Brother Dao could react, a group of players around him became interested first. They stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction pointed by the brother.

"What the hell?"

"Really or fake?"

Daoxia Liuren also looked up, and sure enough he saw the increasingly clear silhouette of the ship.

When he saw the flag, he was stunned for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up and he shouted immediately.

"It's Tails and the others!"

Hearing these words, the animals, who were a little tired a second ago, suddenly became energetic.

It's not because of the tail.

But the more than a thousand beautiful ladies and sisters in maid outfits on the tail boat!

Why are they working so hard?

Isn’t it just to make French Fries Port lively as soon as possible!

"Hey guys, I'm finally going to farm NPCs!"

"Work harder, guys! Our dock is almost gone!"

"Art!!!"

"Ouch!"

"Damn it, you guys are too real?!"

This time, there was no need to shout at anyone under the sword, and all the strength-type beasts became excited as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood.

With everyone's desperate efforts, the dock, which originally looked like a construction site, was instantly paved towards the shore at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not only was the person left under the sword dumbfounded, but Sisi, who was standing on the deck holding a telescope, was also dumbfounded.

Looking at the group of guys crying like wolves and howling like ghosts, she opened and closed her lips unconsciously and muttered something in a daze.

"What are they... excited about?"

While speaking, she subconsciously turned her head to look at Awei beside her, and her intuition told her that this guy should know something.

Obviously knowing why Sisi was looking at him, Tai looked to the side with a subtle expression, and whistled in a muddle, but he didn't chirp for a long time.

"Ahaha...haha..." Looking at the beach in the distance, Sesame paste smiled a little nervously.

Her hearing was different from ordinary people. Facing the sea breeze, she could actually hear what her friends were cheering for.

But...

For now, it’s better to pretend you didn’t hear anything.

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