Chapter 251 There is no business without treachery
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.
of.
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.
I feel ashamed!”
Xu Shun's expression was a little subtle.
Honestly.
He also felt that the clothes revealed a little too much.
Only the front piece, can it really cover the upper body completely?
He was not questioning the taste of these shelter residents, he just thought it would be perfect if he could cut off the piece from the skirt and sew it to the back...
"Maybe it's cultural differences," Fang Chang touched his chin, frowned and thought for a moment, "I feel that the atmosphere in the outer city is relatively open, but maybe people in the inner city are more conservative."
Guangfeng made a guess.
"Maybe people in the inner city want to show the difference from the outer city?"
Fang Chang: "Maybe."
Ye Shi sighed.
"Hey, Miss Tengteng got off to a bad start."
Lao Bai: "By the way, these clothes... they weren't sold at the outpost, right?"
He didn't even see anyone pass through the outpost.
Bang Feng thought for a while, nodded and said, "Indeed, I remember that these clothes have been hanging in the Teng Teng hut for a while."
You cannot register an account in this game, and you cannot change your gender. Everyone knows each other online, so the game is surprisingly reserved.
Change to another game...
I'm afraid it's already worn by older men.
Ye Shi: "Maybe it's too cold? It's really inappropriate to wear this thing in the winter."
Gale: "There is heating in the shelter. Do you think this reason is justified?"
Ye Shi: "Uh, okay."
Fang Chang sighed.
"Very good, now the most promising seed player has been eliminated. Ignoring the unreliable things, we still have four... uh, three cards left in our hand."
It seems that there is a reason why this dress cannot be sold. Even the shame level of the players cannot accept it, and it is understandable that the NPC cannot accept it.
what a pity.
I hope Miss Tengteng will not be depressed.
Just when Ye Shi was thinking about how to tell Teng Teng the bad news, the boss sitting behind the counter suddenly said another sentence.
"What is this thing?"
Gloves?
Siel murmured and pulled out a white stocking from the package.
After studying for a while, I probably had never seen such long and straight socks, so I rolled up my sleeves and put them directly on my furry arms.
The four little players in the clothing store almost spat out a mouthful of blood when they saw it.
"Fuck!"
"My eyes!"
"Tell him quickly," Fang Chang hurriedly pulled Xu Shun, his tone so excited that he almost shouted, "Those things are socks."
Xu Shun was slightly startled and quickly relayed Fang Chang's words.
"sock?"
Sil was stunned, muttered, lowered his head and took off his shoes. The four little players couldn't bear it anymore and rushed up to snatch the things from his hands.
"Get out of here!"
“If you don’t buy it, don’t touch it!”
"That's right! You're tarnishing art!"
"???"
Sil's face was filled with question marks, and he scratched his head, wondering why these people had such a big reaction when he didn't do anything.
What a bunch of rude guys!
Xu Shun was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig out four rooms and one living room with his toes on the ground.
To be honest, he was confused, and even with the VM assist this time, he didn't know how to translate it.
The manager is here!
Please find someone else to do this job.
He would rather fight bayonets with predators in the trenches or fight mutants behind a bunker than work as a translator!
"Let's go, there's no one we're looking for here."
"It's time to end this charade, stupid NPC."
"Yes, what a waste of time!"
Ye Shi tied up the package and threw it into Fang Chang's hand. The latter threw it neatly on his shoulder, turned around and walked out the door.
Seeing several players about to leave, Xu Shun breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was finally over, and quickly followed them.
"Wait a moment."
Seeing that they were packing up their things and about to leave, Xier quickly called out to them.
The group of people stopped.
Seeing five pairs of eyes looking over, Xier coughed slightly and spoke.
"Well, since you have also asked next door, no one wants these... uh, works of art, why don't you put them here for consignment?"
Xu Shun: “Consignment?”
"That's right," Schier nodded, "write down the price yourself and hang it on the shelf at the door or in the window."
"If it's sold, I'll only charge 20%. If it's not sold, you can just take it away before you leave here."
After all, it is made of devil's silk, and it is a rare item for the blue coats. Although the material is wasted, the value is still there.
What if it’s sold?
Seal is not a stubborn person.
Anyway, there is no business now, so I have nothing to do. I might as well make a gimmick in the window.
And if these people forget the things they consigned to them when they leave, then these things will belong to them.
This kind of thing happens from time to time.
There was a mercenary who was selling Deathclaw skins on consignment to him before. He was also an awakened person. He said he was hanging here for a week, but he waited for several months and no one came back.
After finding out from other mercenaries that the guy was dead, Sil happily bought the death claw skin to the big boss in the inner city.
Leather shoes made of deathclaw leather are the most popular in the inner city. They are not only comfortable and durable, but most importantly, they can show their strength.
Xu Shun didn't think much, just stared at him.
"How can we trust you?"
"Friends, this is Boulder City. It's different from the outside! The agreement signed in black and white will be recognized by everyone as long as it doesn't leave the wall. And my store is right here, can I still run away?" Siel said confidently.
, "You four awakened people, are you afraid of me, an ordinary person?"
It sounds reasonable.
Xu Shun looked at the four players behind him.
The four young players discussed it and finally reached a consensus.
A dead horse is a living horse doctor. It is better to try than not to try.
Fang Chang stepped forward, took out the evening dress with the most leakage, put it on the table, stretched out his fist and knocked it.
"five hundred!"
Ye Shi also came over, rummaged through the package for a while, and accurately pulled out the white knee-high socks that this guy had previously put on his hand.
Picking up a pair, he threw them on the table with a look of disgust.
"One hundred! No, fifty!"
Schier: "..."
How much are you selling for?
It's too hard to communicate with these guys.
Scheer impatiently pulled a piece of paper from the account book aside, tore it in half and wrote down the numbers on it.
"Five hundred for clothes that leak, and one hundred for socks that can be worn as pants... Okay, leave me your address. I at least need to know which hotel you are staying in."
Xu Shun stepped forward, left an address, and signed the paper. Not wanting to waste time here, he quickly pulled the players away from here.
"Just these tattered clothes can be sold for 500? A pair of tattered socks for 100?"
“I’m really crazy about money!”
Seeing the figures of those people disappearing through the door, Schier sneered, but still got up from his chair, walked to the window and hung up the things.
After affixing a label with the price on it, he then neatly placed a small blackboard next to it and wrote on it
[…The unique devil silk weaving process comes from the mysterious shelter technology, which is the only one in Boulder City. This is a unique work of art.]
Done!
Sil took two steps back, read the words on the sign, and nodded with satisfaction.
Although the communication with those blue coats was not pleasant, you can't make trouble with the chips, right?
As long as he can switch to those colorful plastic pieces, he is willing to do even the business of nibbling!
…
Come out of the store.
Ye Shi looked at his teammates beside him.
"Is it safe to ask that guy to buy things for us?"
Fang Chang shrugged.
"There's nothing you can do about it. You only have to rely on your mouth to sell it."
Ye Shi was not happy anymore.
"Gan! You have the nerve to tell me, if you only include a few Chinese sentences in the couplet, will it make people confused?"
Fang Chang glanced sideways at him.
"Come on, your father can at least speak a few sentences, but how about you? You can't even recognize them!"
"I have to take CET-4, how can I have time to learn this stuff?"
"The food is over. Just follow the example of Brother Guang and never make excuses."
"@#%!"
Kuangfeng: "..."
Listening to the quarrel among his teammates, Lao Bai looked at the sky and sighed.
"Hey, this game is so difficult..."
He doesn't understand it at all.
It must be a question of intelligence attributes!
Xu Shun followed the four of them silently.
Although he had carefully studied the language of the shelter, he only learned a few words and short sentences.
These people speak very fast and have many tricks. Without the help of a teleprompter, it is really hard to understand what they are saying. Sometimes the VM even doesn't know how to translate.
but……
The atmosphere was quite friendly, and although the voices were loud, it didn't look like a quarrel.
Listening to Fang Chang and Ye Shi bickering, Guangfeng suddenly interrupted.
"Speaking of which, isn't 500 too expensive? The per capita salary here is less than 100 a month, right?"
The daily salary for work including food and accommodation is 2 to 3 yuan, which is more than 90 a month. Some engineers can earn ten times or even a hundred times the amount, but the number of them is as few as giant pandas.
"You don't understand. Even if you sell it for 50 yuan, ordinary people can't afford it," Fang Chang said slowly. "In that case, why not just sell it more expensively? People who can afford it will naturally buy it, and those who can't afford it will buy it."
Even if you give people a discount, they won’t buy it.”
The three of them looked at each other.
Damn it?
It sounds reasonable!
But did this guy learn the tone of his voice from Mosquito?
He's really starting to look more and more like a profiteer... -