This was already the twentieth time today. Silr repeatedly confirmed the address on the note to make sure he was not in the wrong place.
What was in front of him at the moment was a facade that was being renovated, and the sound of sawing wood and clanging could be heard from inside.
No matter how you look at it, this place doesn't look like a hotel.
"Is there anyone named Xu Shun here?"
"No, no, how many times do you want me to say it?" the man doing carpentry work at the door replied impatiently.
Siel continued to ask without giving up.
"Then who owns this place? I have an important customer who has entered his address here. I have to find a way to find him."
What does this have to do with me?
The carpenter said without raising his head.
"The owner here has gone out and won't be back until dark. If you want to find him, just wait."
Before dark...
Noon was before dark, and so was the afternoon. Just because of this bullshit, he had been standing here all day!
It's getting dark now, and this guy is still telling me that it will be dark before!
Just when Schier was about to give up, the figure walking in the distance instantly dispelled the regret and remorse on his face.
As if he had found a money bag dropped on the ground, Siel shouted out in surprise.
"Hey! Mr. Xu Shun!"
While shouting, he did not forget to wave his hand to indicate to the other party that he was here.
"Your acquaintance?" Shuyu glanced at the guard beside him in surprise.
Xu Shun made a helpless expression.
"The residents of the shelter put things on consignment with him, and the signature was my name."
Shuyu pinched his chin and nodded thoughtfully.
"I see."
"It looks like there are results."
Before the group of people could reach the door, Siel had already taken the initiative to greet them, and spoke with a bright smile on his face.
"My friend, you are finally back!"
Xu Shun asked immediately before Xi Er finished his pleasantries.
"Has the stuff been sold?"
"Sold!"
Not minding that his words were interrupted, Xier continued speaking with excitement.
"My customer likes your... uh, art very much. And he also said that if there are still some, he would like to buy some more to collect. I remember you have a big bag? If you don't find a buyer,
You might as well sell it to me."
The eyes of the players who looked at the subtitles suddenly lit up.
Especially Ye Shi, his eyes shine.
"Holy shit, you're a fellow human being!"
Sell!
Must sell it to him!
Lao Bai's expression is subtle.
"It seems there are lsps in the wasteland."
Kuangfeng coughed lightly and said, "...No matter what, it's still sold."
Fang Chang nodded: "And the price is not bad. It can be regarded as an explanation to Teng Teng."
To be honest, no one wanted it after asking around in the market. They basically didn’t have much hope anymore.
Unexpectedly, after returning from the talent market, the situation actually turned around?
Sure enough, there are still people who know the goods.
Fangfeng tried to analyze it rationally. It was impossible for mercenaries to buy that kind of evening dress with a long hem.
Civilians have no spending power and can simply ignore it.
Those who can afford so many chips must be nobles from the inner city.
No matter who he sold it to, Fang Chang took the money bag from Schier's hand and counted the chips inside. The denominations added up to exactly 480 chips.
Schill has deducted 20% of his share - 120 coins in total.
As for whether this guy secretly overpriced the product and sold it for a little more, that's up to him. What the two parties agreed on was just a share of the label price.
There are three evening dresses left, and quite a lot of stockings, almost twenty pairs.
According to the price of 500 chips for a dress and 100 chips for a pair of socks, these clothes actually sold for a "sky-high price" of 3,500 chips.
Even Shuyu, who was standing aside, couldn't help but marvel.
Good guy.
This transaction is enough to pay 4 months’ rent!
Of course, players are thinking about the exoskeletons and other equipment on the shelves.
Half of these 3,500 chips belong to them. Counting what they earned before, they can already make up a huge sum of 2,000 chips.
It only costs 1,000 silver coins when exchanged, but if you buy it into a KV-1 exoskeleton or other equipment and take it back to sell to other players, it will cost more than 1,000 silver coins.
The Miner I model sells for 2,000 silver, and the KV-1, which has no level restrictions, sells for 1,000 silver. Isn’t that excessive?
Three KV-1s were worth 1,800 chips, and they were sold for 3,000 silver coins. It was a huge profit!
Of course, this is just an example. What is more profitable than KV-1 is that there are many things in Boulder City that are not available in the outpost store.
Fang Chang planned to open a post on the official website as soon as it was offline, doing purchasing and pre-sales at the same time. By the way, he wanted to ask Mrs. Teng Teng if she wanted to help buy something.
"Wait, why 3,500 chips?"
After listening to the negotiation relayed by Xu Shun, Xier stared at the residents of the shelter in front of him with wide eyes and said angrily.
"Did you forget to give me 20%?"
"That was consignment, my friend, but it is not the case now," Fang Chang, who was sketching the business map in his mind, had no time to answer him, and said perfunctorily in Chinese using the words he had just learned, "If you want to buy it, then pay for it.
"
Xu Shun paraphrased this sentence.
But in fact this is simply redundant.
Even though he only understood a few words, Schier immediately understood what these guys meant.
hateful!
These renegade blue gophers!
Although his heart ached and his heart was bleeding, Xier still took out the money bag from his pocket and reluctantly stuffed it into Fang Chang's hand.
"This is the entire cash flow of my store...a total of 3,500 chips."
Ye Shi turned to look at Guangfeng.
"Do you believe it? His store's cash flow is exactly a round number."
Kuangfeng gave him a strange look.
"You still pick out details like this when playing games?"
Ye Shi: "No, I just think the AI in this game looks weird and real when it opens its eyes and lies."
Kuang Feng: "..."
There is nothing to be polite with profiteers. Fang Chang took the money bag from Xier's hand without hesitation, counted it carefully twice, and then put it around his waist after confirming that it was OK.
With a sunny smile on his face, Fang Chang said in a cheerful tone.
"I'm glad you appreciate our art."
"The things are in the house, please come with us."
For art's sake!
Si Er followed his footsteps with annoyance and walked inside the facade that was being renovated.
Although the process was full of twists and turns, he finally got what he wanted.
Looking at the goodies stuffed into the package, Schier made up his mind to squeeze the money out of his old friend.
However, just when he was about to leave, Shuyu, who had been silent, suddenly stopped him.
"Please wait a moment."
Stopping at the door, Schier turned around and looked up and down at the young man in front of him.
"Is there anything else?"
Shuyu shook his head.
"No, I'm just a little curious as to who is buying such expensive clothes. Can you satisfy my curiosity?"
Ah.
Do you think I will tell you?
Although he didn't write the word "hehe" on his face, Schier spoke straightforwardly and without any tact.
"The person who can afford this money is naturally a big shot. As for who I sell it to, of course I can't reveal it. This is the customer's privacy. I hope you can understand."
One hand of money, one hand of goods.
The deal has been completed.
After saying that, Sil was about to turn around and leave, but the young man continued to speak.
"It turns out you still have a way to do business with big shots."
Siel said proudly: "Of course, the customers of Gray Squirrel Clothing Store are all over the wasteland. I'm not bragging."
"Really?" Shuyu thought for a while and continued, "In fact, we have many similar products. If you have sales channels, we can consider cooperation."
"There are a lot more?!"
Siel opened his eyes wide, walked up to him in two steps, and spoke quickly.
"How many more are there, I want them all!"
The eager look and movements revealed the urgency in his heart. Shuyu curled the corners of his mouth, but said calmly.
"What I'm talking about is not the inventory, but the production capacity. Of course it will take a certain amount of time to make this thing. Leave me your address and I will have someone find you when necessary."
“The Gray Squirrel clothing store is located at the entrance of the market next door!”
Siel pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, quickly wrote the address on it, and politely handed it to the young man in front of him.
Looking at the young man who took the note, he smiled and continued.
"If you still have the goods, please be sure to contact me! Whether it is consignment or other cooperation methods, Gray Squirrel Clothing Store is happy to help you!"
Shuyu nodded lightly.
"I will consider."
…
Official website forum.
Today is as lively as ever.
[Announcement: The office of Shelter 404 in Boulder City has been established! The person in charge is a little brother named Shuyu. Everyone, hurry up and harass him. In addition, the chamber of commerce at the outpost is also under preparation and has now entered the recruitment stage.
, so stay tuned!]
Debt-eyed: "Is this announcement written by Xiaoqi?"
Lao Bai: "That's right, it's not like Brother Guang's style."
Lone Wolf: "By the way, what is Brother Guang's style? (Curious)"
Fengfeng: "Yes, what exactly is it? Fengfeng also wants to know, what do you think? (Squints)"
Lone Wolf: "???"
Quit smoking: "Damn, this imitation is too real!"
Ye Shi: "Guang: Just read my ID and that's it. (Funny)"
Edge paddled: "Where's Fang Chang? Where's your Fang Chang? Why didn't you see him?"
Commander Quan Shui: "That's right! Get out of here, Ou Huang like a dog!"
If you say square length, then it will be square length.
As soon as the players started Aite, Elder Brother Fang's ID popped up from the forum.
"I'm back! I just edited the post! Today's harvest is quite amazing, the transaction volume is one zero more than yesterday! Not only the clothes sold on consignment in the clothing store, but the works of Tengteng House were snapped up by local residents! We now have a
There are a lot of chips. I have compiled a price list of local products. If you need it, you can come to me to purchase it. The prices are open and transparent, and you can be honest! (Baring teeth)"
Tails: "Oh my god! Those exciting clothes are sold out! (?△?;?)?"
Sisi: "Is this the world of adults? (o°ω°o)"
Quit smoking: “Teng Teng is awesome!!”
Irena: "Sure enough, the driving force for continued social progress is LSP. (Funny)"
Kuangfeng: "That may not be accurate. After all, clothes with a three-digit price are not something ordinary people can afford. A rational analysis suggests that they should have been bought by the nobles in the inner city."
What does Ye Ao do to me: "Laughing, who can't afford three-digit clothes? In the clothing store owned by my family, the cheapest clothes cost 999, and the more expensive ones go up to nine figures. All I can say is
You are still too young and have never seen the real rich people. The world is much more complicated than you think."
Lao Bai: "...Are we discussing something from the same dimension?"
Fujiteng: "!! Will the evening dress I designed appear at the ball of the noble ladies?! (☆▽☆)"
Ye Shi: "Definitely! Maybe after a while, the Tengteng hut will become the Boulder City."
Irena: "It's just around the corner to take the city by storm. (Funny)"
Crow Crow: "Hey... It is indeed a wasteland. The atmosphere is too open. I really can't accept that kind of clothes. (′‐ω‐)"
Ye Shi: "Isn't it because I can't cover it up? (Funny)"
Crow Crow: "(*?ω?)?╰ひ╯"
Irena: "(Funny Fear Limited.jpg)"
Teng Teng: "What the hell, what are you thinking! Those clothes are not what you think, okay? Besides, your figure can't be worn in the first place. That kind of high-end feeling... In short, you have to be slimmer to wear it."
!"
Crow Crow: "Wait a minute, I can't pretend I didn't hear this. Are you calling me fat!!! (σ｀д′)σ"
Teng Teng: "No, no, that's not what I meant. QAQ"
Tails: "Tail is my witness! Master is not fat at all, just bigger! (///ω///)"
Crow Crow: “!??”
Si Si: "I would like to invite the designer to speak. Who does Teng Teng think is more suitable to wear?"
Teng Teng: "For example...Boss Xia?"
Boss Xia?
Chu Guang, who was peeking at the screen, felt that Xia Yan would probably not be able to accept that kind of clothes. Her salary was not low. If she liked it, she would have bought it already.
Mercenaries are keen on leather products, whether it is leather jackets or small leather coats.
Compared with fiber-woven clothes, animal leather can better resist bites and cuts, and it will not be too uncomfortable in rainy weather.
and……
I can't imagine it at all.
That rude guy put on that dignified and elegant evening dress...
Chu Guang thought about it for a long time, and could only imagine someone tripping awkwardly on the hem of his skirt, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Xia Yan, who was sitting nearby and reading a book, looked over suspiciously.
"what are you laughing at?"
Chu Guang coughed lightly.
"Nothing, I thought of something fun."
"Something fun?"
Hearing the interesting things, Xia Yan immediately became energetic, put down the book in his hand, and waited expectantly for him to continue talking.
Listening to stories is much more interesting than looking at these tadpoles!
But Chu Guang didn't intend to go into details.
"I will tell you when you finish reading the study material in your hand."
Xia Yan rolled his eyes and picked up the book again.
"Hey, stingy!"
Chu Guang ignored Boss Xia, who was learning Chinese, and looked at the computer screen.
The topic discussed by the players seems to have strayed from how much a piece of clothing should be sold to the cultural conquest of "different worlds".
Some people proposed to make Hanfu and lo skirts, but soon some people said that too many materials were used and the cost was not cost-effective.
Soon someone else said that, regardless of what to sell, we could first introduce a balance payment system to cut the Wastelanders' leeks.
Although they have great imagination and good ideas, Chu Guang still feels that they think too much.
Although the NPCs in "Wasteland OL" are called NPCs in the setting, that is only a setting relative to players.
These people are not stupid at all.
Chu Guang even dared to assert that once someone finds a substitute for devil's silk, a lot of knockoffs will soon appear.
There are no trademark laws or patents in the wasteland. Everyone is using things that have been thoroughly studied by pre-war civilization. Even if a new gadget comes out one day, who dares to say that this gadget was invented by themselves?
"Someone will definitely find that polyamide can be an alternative."
This thing is a thermoplastic resin that can be produced by the condensation of adipic acid and hexamethylenediamine. Its use is not just for making socks. It is used in various mechanical and electrical parts, including bearings, gears, pulley pump impellers, and blades.
, high-pressure sealing rings, etc.
The chemical plant at the outpost also produces a small amount of this stuff, and the biomass oil provided by the Camu tree is a good raw material.
No need to think about it.
Even Brother Mosquito can make this thing, and Boulder City can definitely produce it. At most, no one has developed this market.
"I didn't expect that the clothes made by Tengteng Cottage would successfully enter the upper class society of Boulder City?"
"This is an unexpected surprise."
"If this type of style of clothing can become popular in the upper class and form a trend, then creating a lower-cost alternative and promoting it in the lower market might be feasible!"
Devil's silk products take the high-end route, and nylon silk textiles develop the sinking market!
A smile appeared on Chu Guang's face.
"I'm a genius!"
Is it a bit slow to make clothes and socks?
what is the relationship!
Light industry earns foreign exchange, and the foreign exchange earned subsidizes heavy industry. This is very reasonable.
As long as it can develop, there is no need to care too much about means.
The only thing that needs to be verified now is the local people's acceptance of this product.
Chu Guang's eyes subconsciously fell on Boss Xia's knees.
Boss Xia, who didn't pay much attention to reading at first, felt the gaze, tensed up reflexively, and asked in a low voice.
"What are you doing..."
"nothing."
never mind.
Just referring to my own or the players' aesthetics doesn't mean much. Even if Chu Guang thinks it's OK, it doesn't mean that consumers in the wasteland think it's OK.
It's better to test it directly with the market.
Chu Guang has enough confidence in his little players.
Teng Teng's clothes have conquered the upper class of Boulder City.
This is a good sign!
Xia Yan: "?"
Looking away from Boss Xia, Chu Guang opened the VM and was about to edit a task and send it to the players in the chemical plant, but his finger paused on the screen.
Emmm…
Talk about it.
What should be a more appropriate name for this task?
…
It's ten o'clock in the evening, and the night is dark.
Qingquan City in the dark is like a silent tomb, but the Boulder City on the edge of the Third Ring Road has nothing to do with the word silence. Many blocks are even more lively than during the day, just like the spirit of disco dancing on the tomb.
young man.
Stress always needs a way to be released.
Human needs cannot just be enough to eat.
From a large glass of watered-down beer for one chip to three-digit special cocktails, people are always looking for ways to add some fun to their lives.
The Queen of the Night bar near the inner city, with its exciting music and dazzling lights, was as full as ever today.
On the purple couch sat a man hugging him from left to right.
The leather shoes under his feet were made of Deathclaw leather, and were made by a famous designer from Ideal City. The gold paint was burned from the top of the shoes to the soles.
Will ironing the soles of my shoes wear them off?
Is this something he needs to think about?
If the paint peels off, he can just replace it with a new pair. Besides, he doesn't need to climb mountains and wading through rivers to earn a living like the wastelanders.
His name is Yang Kun, the owner of the Sequoia Forest Timber Factory. He has many properties in the south. He also runs two real estate properties in the outer city. He also maintains a caravan and a mercenary group.
In this bar, he is considered a somewhat famous celebrity.
"Robo, my little carrot, you really have more and more tricks here."
The two beauties held in his arms were wearing the works of art that Schier had previously obtained from Blue Jacket.
A pure white evening gown and knee-high socks, pure with a touch of coquettishness, nobility with a touch of superficiality, sexy but not that sexy.
This appetizing feeling is simply amazing!
Luo Bo's face was full of smiles and he said politely.
"It's my honor to satisfy you!"
Yang Kun nodded and said slowly.
"Everything about this dress is good, but there is one flaw."
Luo Bo immediately said: "Please tell us, we will definitely improve in the future!"
Yang Kun: "It's too strong."
Luo Bo was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the familiar look in the old customer's eyes, he understood instantly.
The two of them laughed in unison.
"Hahaha, you are so funny!"
"Excuse me, you're not bad either."
Yang Kun, who was holding the two dancers in his arms, stood up and shook the black card on his finger.
"Prepare a room for me. I'm a little tired and want to take a nap."
"okay!"
Watching the distinguished guests walking upstairs, Luo Bo's heart was filled with excitement and fire.
He had a strong premonition.
Soon, he will become the queen of the night in the entire Stone City——
Oh no, it should be the Emperor of the Night!
——
(It’s a little late...just think I took half a day off T.T.)