Chapter 53 It's just for the benefit of the players
"Huh? Already 30 reward points?"
Players have been a bit diligent recently.
Chu Guang turned off the computer and was about to go to sleep. Before going to bed, he opened the manager allowance and suddenly found that his reward points had reached 30 points, so he allocated 20 of them to the intermediate blind box without saying a word, and the remaining points were allocated to the intermediate blind box.
The next 10 points are given to the primary blind box.
However, the rewards offered are not ideal.
At least not what he wanted.
"A box of oral antibiotic capsules, about 12 capsules. A box of hemostatic bandages, containing two packs, can be used twice... Unfortunately, there are no muscle strengthening injections."
"It wouldn't be bad even if you give me a therapeutic injection."
Picking up the supplies from the conveyor belt, Chu Guang sighed inwardly.
It's not that it's completely useless.
Just average.
As for the ten primary blind boxes, in addition to a bunch of colorful lollipops, the only useful items are a 500ml bottle of soy sauce and a 500g bag of salt.
But this bag of salt is a bit interesting.
"...A single intake of more than 10g can increase immunity by 1~5% and metabolic capacity by 1~5%. Good guy, is this a legend?"
What would happen if a whole bag was ingested?
The idea of stacking buffs just came to Chu Guang's mind, and he soon realized how stupid this idea was.
Ingest a whole bag of salt.
I'm afraid it's all pickled up.
"Anyway, it will be put on the shelves tomorrow."
500g can be broken into independent small packages of 5X100g. It’s not too much to sell a package for 3 to 5 silver coins, right?
Honestly speaking, this is not an exaggeration! After all, it is refined salt that contains no sulfur, no sulfate ions, and no organic impurities. It is the kind that is white and flowery, and it also has buff additions.
It can be regarded as a benefit to players.
It’s not easy to separate soy sauce, and it’s hard to find a 100ml sealed container. You can just hang a 20 silver coin and put it on the shelf.
Anyway, if you are not a chef who plans to open a restaurant, I guess no player will buy this thing.
"That's it, go to sleep... Xiaoqi, wake me up at six o'clock tomorrow morning."
Xiao Qi, who was squatting in the corner and hung up, turned on the signal light.
"Okay, Master."
Chu Guang fell asleep not long after.
However, Xia Yan, who was squatting in the corner in the next room, couldn't fall asleep.
Unless it was because of someone's snoring, the soundproofing effect of this room is quite good. You can basically hear nothing when you close the door.
What really makes her toss and turn is that tomorrow is her first official day on the job.
Is the job of this "weapon shop proprietress" really serious?
In the past few days, Chu Guang fed her "good food and drink" every day, but she always felt uneasy in her heart.
After all, generally speaking, prisoners are usually treated with nutritious ointment with little nutrition, or simply sawdust mixed with bark, or something else.
Let alone meat and porridge, thank God if it's normal food.
However, after these two days, she felt like she was almost gaining weight...
After thinking wildly for a long time, it is easy to feel sleepy. Xia Yan fell asleep without realizing it while holding her script book. When she was woken up from her daze, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.
"Get up."
Looking at the man standing at the door, Xia Yan rubbed his eyes, held on to the wall and was about to stand up from the ground when he found two walking sticks in front of him.
"Is this... for me?"
Chu Guang was happy.
"Who else needs this besides you?"
In the future, if possible, I'd better install a bionic prosthetic body on her. It does look a bit miserable like this.
"..."
This guy!
Why are you talking so irritatingly?
Xia Yan gritted his teeth, held his crutches in his arms, one on each side, and stood up from the ground with great effort.
Standing aside and watching her complete the entire set of actions alone, Chu Guang nodded approvingly, very satisfied with her strong performance.
"Not bad, it seems to be a good fit for you."
Xia Yan said stiffly with a cold face.
"Whatever you say... Anyway, I am your prisoner, even if you want me"
"Okay, stop talking." Not wanting to understand this guy's thoughts, Chu Guang interrupted her without hesitation, coughed lightly and continued, "I will arrange work for you later. Now, you
Follow me outside first."
The last time I breathed outside air was three days ago.
Follow Chu Guang to the elevator and go straight to the surface.
Looking at the sunlight shining in front of the nursing home, Xia Yan subconsciously raised his left arm holding the crutch, and narrowed his long eyelashes, feeling that the light was a bit dazzling.
"Did you build the outer wall?"
Chu Guang said casually.
"Evaluate it."
Xia Yan pouted.
"It's so-so. It might be useful against a few plunderers in the countryside. But if it were a mutant, I'd probably be able to turn it over with something to put its feet on, let alone encounter a wave or something."
Hearing words he had never heard before, Chu Guang glanced at her one more time.
"wave?"
Xia Yan said in a casual tone.
"Things that often happen along the Third Ring Road may not be felt by you here. Groups of gnawers start migrating from near the Second Ring Road to the area of the Third Ring Road, and there are also many crawlers among them that are even stronger than the crawlers.
Mutants... Even if I say this, you probably can't imagine it."
Due to the huge size of Boulder City, as long as there are alien species migrating north from the city, they will definitely pass through this survivor fortress.
And the war between humans and alien species is naturally inevitable.
Although the mercenary team that Xia Yan belongs to is only a fringe team, it has participated in several missions to deal with waves.
When you act with a large force, the risk factor is not that high, and the money for such missions is generally very good.
In order to restore trade and production as soon as possible, the big shots in the city would often spend a lot of money to invite them to take action, and provide them with ammunition without hesitation.
And all they need to do is pull the trigger and press the butt of the gun with their shoulders.
Many poor people living in slums became mercenaries during the wave.
"Indeed," Chu Guang nodded, "I have only seen nibblers a few times... They seem to be afraid of light?"
That was when I first came to the wasteland.
It really almost disappeared...
Xia Yan nodded.
"Yes, not only are they afraid of light, but mutant hyenas, jackals, moles, bats, flies, mice and other alien species don't like them very much. They will treat them as prey when they are extremely hungry... so these guys often crowd in the subway.
Or in the sewers."
"Generally speaking, if you see one, you have seen a group. It is still very dangerous to encounter them in a narrow place."
After silently writing down these clues, Chu Guang decided to wait a while and update the entry "Inspur" in the database of the official website.
But now is not the time to do this.
"...From now on, this house will be your studio. If conditions permit, I will find someone to build a new one for you."
"Anyway, let's make do with it for now."
After taking Xia Yan to the door of the weapons store, Chu Guang hung the wooden sign at the door on the hook next to the door frame for her.
"I carved the price on the wooden sign and taught you the corresponding skills. If you still have any questions, just ask Xiaoqi... But it's on the third floor, and it's not easy for you to get up. My players are all
They are very friendly, if you don’t understand what they are saying, just stare at them expressionlessly.”
For a sociable nerd, a blank stare is enough to be lethal.
"Player?"
Because Chu Guang said this word in Chinese, Xia Yan did not understand what the word meant.
"It translates to 'shelter residents,'" Chu Guang explained casually. "You don't need to remember their names, and you don't need to have a deep understanding of the meaning of the word. Just call them that."
I always feel like it's not polite to call shelter residents "shelter residents"...
But Chu Guang said so, and Xia Yan had no other opinions.
Her identity is nothing more than a slave, and having a decent job is already the greatest kindness to her.
"Remember, every time you sell something, you need to keep an account. I will check the books and inventory every day. However, the cheapest iron tube rifle costs hundreds of silver coins, and 'players' can't afford it for the time being. Your job should be
You won’t be too busy. In your free time, just help me repair that assault rifle and make some bullets and weapons for me within your ability.”
Xia Yan glanced at the empty room. Apart from a table and a chair, there was only a wooden board with nails nailed on it.
Some low-quality iron pipe weapons were hung on the nails, as if to prevent her from forgetting the price. There was also a wooden label with the price hanging underneath.
With his eyes a little dull, Xia Yan looked at Chu Guang and couldn't help but ask.
"Are you going to let me use my fingernails to pick out a gun for you?"
Chu Guang: “Can it be done?”
Xia Yan: "What the hell! Even if you don't have an electric lathe, you still have to have a workbench that can be operated manually, right?!"
There are often mercenaries who cannot find the bullets and accessories they need on store shelves because they use DIY weapons. At this time, they usually go to some small and medium-sized studios that customize machine parts or precision instruments and rent them there.
Use the workbench to process what you need.
Because of poverty, Xia Yan had made his own weapons and bullets. Although he couldn't afford the high-end intelligent automatic processing machine tools that "input and form", it was not difficult to make these things with some affordable electric machine tools, and it didn't cost too much.
time.
But the situation before her was beyond her imagination.
Not to mention electric machine tools, there is neither electricity nor beds here. Not to mention various types of cutting tools, not even the most basic turning tools, boring tools, and milling cutters.
This can make a damn weapon!
Chu Guang didn't care about her complaints and continued calmly.
"So, just say it if you need it, don't make me guess."
"Now I ask you to make a list and write down the things you need. It's best to simply draw what they look like. If you can find them, I will ask the players to help you find them. If you really can't find them, I will try my best to help you find them.
Find a way to buy them... By the way, remember to write down their prices, I don't want to waste money."
Xia Yan: "Lathe tools, boring tools, milling cutters, pliers and hammers, these are the most basic. In addition, I also need a slot with threads and scales... Forget it, I'll just draw it.
Bar."
"It's best to have a picture. You can draw it as detailed as possible. Maybe my players can make it."
Chu Guang took out paper, pen and a wooden ruler and handed them to Xia Yan.
After the latter took it, he frowned and started writing and drawing on the paper based on his memory.
Chu Guang did not rush her.
It is not easy to draw these things so that others can understand them, especially for an unprofessional mercenary.
But doesn’t everything start from the first time?
After Xia Yan finished the drawing, Chu Guang took the drawing and added two lines of words, then went to the warehouse and found the player on duty sitting at the wooden table.
Passing the paper in his hand to him, Chu Guangyan said briefly and concisely.
"I need this stuff on paper."
"If someone comes here to sell things, tell them for me and let them pay attention when they are scavenging."
"When you have nothing to do, just copy these drawings, draw a few more for me, stick them at the door, and also send one to the steelmaking blast furnace."
The warehouse manager also serves as the publisher of collection and production tasks. After all, it is too troublesome to dispatch tasks one by one by yourself.
The player took the paper and looked at it, his eyes widened.
[Task: Forge or collect a turning tool (with pictures)]
[Reward: 10 silver coins, 100 contribution]
10 silver coins!
Holy shit!
It’s equivalent to a day’s wages for burning cement!
If you could pick this up, wouldn’t you make a fortune?!
It seems that there is more than one task, there are boring tools, milling cutters, etc. of the same type.
No matter how greedy the player sitting in the warehouse manager's position was, after Chu Guang finished explaining his work, he turned around and left here.
Although the task says forging or collecting, to be honest, he doesn't have high hopes for players to pick up such good things from the wasteland.
Not to mention that it is already the year 211 of the Wasteland Era. The pre-war society before the outbreak of nuclear war may not have used such "primitive" processing tools. Maybe people have already popularized more advanced production methods.
Such as 3D printing and so on.
Although the technology of the earth in the 21st century is not yet mature, who can say what will happen in the future?
What Chu Guang really hopes for is that his lovely players can solve this problem with the limited tools and materials at hand.
For example, the brothers who often exchange metallurgical technology on the forum are all on the list of the third batch of closed beta players, and a few more have been added in the fourth batch.
In addition to those who talk on paper, he believes that among these players, there are always one or two who can really solve the problem.