Gray Squirrel Clothing Store.

There were two firewood sticks in the fireplace that were about to burn to ashes. Siel, wrapped in an old leather jacket, was dozing off with his leather shoes on the moldy wooden table.

From the end of September last year to now, business here has been deserted for almost four months.

However, he is not worried about going bankrupt.

It was the same in previous years.

When winter comes, only mice will visit his closet, but it doesn't matter. As long as winter is over, the streets outside will be crowded with people, and business here will soon pick up.

Even predators who have degenerated into primitive humans will find some pants to wear.

His shop is located at the entrance of the market, and this market is the closest to the main entrance of Boulder City.

Visitors from the wasteland who come and go here can see his signboard at a glance as long as they come to this market.

Those clothes that cost two or three chips a piece are the most popular. Even the workers working in the factory next door can afford them, and some wastelanders who are not financially well-off will also consider them.

However, the origin of most of these clothes is not very particular. Many of them were ripped off from dead people. You can even find bullet holes and cuts that have been sewn on them. The cheap ones don't even have any stitches.

Guards of caravans or mercenaries from other places usually spend a lot more money. Those leather jackets and jeans hanging on the shelves are prepared for them. Some are made by garment factories in industrial areas, and there are also tailor shops.

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After all, for these people who travel all over the world, whether they come here next year or not is a question. No one will carry those plastic pieces in their pockets.

Before leaving, they would exchange their chips for cigarettes, wine, bullets, or even gold, silver or legionary dinars.

In addition, clothes are also a good choice.

As for now?

Winter has just ended, and the streets are full of poor people looking for work. For him who is opening his business, it is naturally a time to recharge his batteries.

Xier was hugging each other in his dream, but at this moment, the cold wind suddenly blew through the crack of the door, causing him to wake up with a jolt.

"Welcome... are you here to buy clothes?"

Siel squinted his sleep-conscious eyes and carefully looked at the five men who came in from outside.

The one at the front was young, sixteen or seventeen years old, but he had probably been on the battlefield. He had a gunshot wound on his arm, and his childish face hid a sharp edge.

This is nothing. Who here has never seen a gun?

But the four people at the back were extraordinary. They had an aura unique to the awakened ones.

It's just that the look on his face that has never seen the world, looking left and right, somewhat destroys his stereotype of the awakened person.

Seeing that the fire in the fireplace was out, Ye Shi couldn't help shouting.

"Boss, it's time to add more firewood."

Xier was stunned for a moment, not understanding this dialect that came from nowhere in the country.

"what are you saying?"

The man walking in front said immediately.

"He said your fireplace was out of fire."

"You don't need to remind me, I know...firewood doesn't cost money, and this is not outside the city." Silr muttered angrily, sat up straight from the chair, stared at the person in front of him who could communicate and said, "

Are you mercenaries? What do you plan to buy? Cotton coats? Or leather jackets? Or... you want to buy some cheap goods?"

Xu Shun did not explain, but looked at the senior men behind him who rolled up their sleeves and stared at the VM to read the "subtitles".

Sil's eyes narrowed slightly, and he recognized the things on these people's arms.

I was distracted just now and didn't notice that these people were actually blue coats?

How strange!

Not only did those blue gophers wake up, but they actually wore wastelander clothes?

Don't their coats grow on their bodies?

"We don't want to buy, but we want to sell. I heard that we need clothes here?" Fang Chang said a long list of words in his native language in the Chinese couplet.

The boss obviously didn't understand.

However, Xu Shun, who often dealt with players, understood it. Combined with the translation projected on the VM, he immediately smoothed out the grammar of Fang Chang's words and repeated them again.

After hearing this sentence, Schier immediately frowned.

"Sell?"

"Why are you selling clothes here? Isn't there a store next door that collects used clothes?"

Seeing that these people were not customers, Schier's expression instantly turned cold, and he became impatient at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Dead people's clothes are all weighed and wholesaled, and he didn't prepare a scale here.

"The price offered there is too low. We all agree that it is an insult to the art!" Xu Shun relayed Fang Chang's words skillfully, and this time he even imitated the indignant tone.

Siel sneered, thinking that a group of country bumpkins from outside could understand what art was.

He wanted to ridicule them and send them out, but he suddenly thought of the VMs those people were carrying and suppressed the idea.

Blue coat.

They are blue coats.

Siel's eyes rolled.

As we all know, people outside of Boulder are rednecks.

But this does not include the wealthy merchants from the Cloud Province, or the blue coats in the shelter.

Although the latter are a bit stupid, any "civilized person" has to admit that they are a group of lucky people who were born in heaven.

Stretching out his wrinkled hands, Schier opened the drawer, took out the brass-colored glasses, and hung them on the bridge of his nose.

"Let me see."

Xu Shun looked at Fang Chang, who moved his eyes away from the intermittent subtitles, immediately took off the package in his hand and handed it to the most reliable NPC.

Xu Shun walked to the counter and placed the package on the table.

"Take a look and see how much money you can give."

After unwrapping the package, Sil reached out and touched it, an expression of interest suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Devil's thread?!"

It turns out that the batch of goods that appeared on the market a few days ago was sold by these people?

He had heard that as soon as the ten rolls of fabric appeared at the trading post, they were divided up by a group of people with quick eyesight and quick hands.

He didn't know whose hands those devil's cloths ended up in. Anyway, many tailor shops were trying to find out where those delicate fabrics came from.

But soon, the excitement in his eyes dimmed.

"Have the clothes been made? Are they all these? Aren't there those bundles of fabric?"

Xu Shun: "That's all."

"What a pity." With a regretful expression on his face, Siel sighed, "What a waste of a good thing."

Xu Shun frowned.

"Can't we use clothes that have already been made?"

"No matter how good the fabric is, it must be used in the right place." Silk shook his head. "Yes, devil's silk is very rare and very strong. It is good whether it is used to make luxurious clothes, ropes or protective gear.

material, but..."

With that said, Xier reached out and pulled out a piece of clothing from the package, and waved it in front of Xu Shun with a speechless expression.

"Can you explain to me what this is?"

The white and silky texture, the skirt and cuffs are carefully carved with texture, and it does have an indescribable sense of dignity.

However, the problem is that this dress only has the front, the back is only symbolically sewn, and there are only a few ribbons on the back.

The skirt is long enough, but does that make sense?

Xu Shun was stunned for a moment, and before he could speak, the players behind him who were watching the subtitles had already started shouting angrily.

"Damn! This bumpkin doesn't know his stuff!"

"That's it! Such a beautiful long dress!"

"Hey, I've always wanted to see Ya Ya wear it once in my dream..."

"Don't even think about it, even with a tail it's impossible."

dress???

Xu Shun answered bravely.

"This is a dress..."

"There's too much leakage from the back! Just a few ropes, what's the difference between this and nothing?" Shear sneered and said, "The nobles in the inner city won't like such revealing clothes. It will make them look bad at parties.
To be continued...