This Game Is Too Realistic

Gray Squirrel Clothing Store.

There were two burning sticks stuck in the fireplace, and Schill, who was 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, the business here has been deserted for almost four months.

Yet he's not worried about going bankrupt.

It was the same in previous years.

In winter only rats visit his closet, but it doesn't matter, as long as the winter is over, the streets outside will be crowded with people, and business here will soon improve.

Even a degraded savage would find a pair of trousers to wear.

His shop is right at the entrance of the market, the closest one to the main entrance of the city of Boulder.

Wasteland visitors who come and go here, as long as they come to this market, they can see his house's signboard at a glance.

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

However, most of these clothes are not very particular about the source, and many of them are taken from the dead, and even stitched bullet holes and cut marks can be found on them, and the cheap ones have no seams at all.

Caravan guards or mercenaries from other places usually have a lot of money to sell. The leather jackets and jeans hanging on the shelves are prepared for them. Some of them come from garment factories in industrial areas, and there are also tailors. of.

After all, for these people traveling north and south, whether they will come here next year is a problem, and no one will carry those plastic pieces in their pockets.

Before leaving, they would trade their chips for cigarettes, for wine, for bullets, even gold and silver or the Legion's dinar.

In addition, clothes are also a good choice.

As for now?

Winter had just ended, and the streets were full of poor ghosts looking for work. For him who opened the door to do business, it was naturally a time to recharge his batteries.

Xier was hugging left and right in his dream, but at this moment, the cold wind suddenly swept through the crack of the door, waking him up with a jolt.

Welcome... come, are you here to buy clothes?

Sill squinted his sleepy eyes and carefully looked at the five men who came in from outside.

The one at the front was not very old, 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 was full of sharpness.

It's nothing, who here hasn't seen a gun?

But the four people in the back are terrible, they have a unique aura of awakened people.

It's just that his face that has never seen the world, looking left and right, somewhat destroyed his stereotype of the awakened one.

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

Boss, it's time to add firewood.

Xier was stunned for a moment, unable to understand the dialect that came from some corner of the country.

what are you saying?

The man walking in front said immediately.

He said your fire was out.

You don't need to remind me, I know...the firewood doesn't cost money, and this place is not outside the city. Schill muttered angrily, sat upright from his chair, stared at the person in front of him who could communicate, and said, You are mercenaries, what are you going to buy? Cotton clothes? Leather jackets? Or... Want to buy a batch of cheap goods?

Xu Shun didn't explain, but looked at the men behind him who rolled up their sleeves and stared at the subtitles on the VM.

Xier's eyes narrowed slightly, but he recognized the things on the arms of these people.

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

What a surprise!

Those blue gophers not only awakened, but actually put on the clothes of wastelanders?

Don't their coats grow on their bodies?

We don't buy, we want to sell. I heard that clothes are needed here? Fang Chang said a long series in his mother tongue between the stuttering Chinese.

The boss obviously didn't understand.

But Xu Shun, who often deals with players, understands. Combined with the translation projected on the VM, he immediately straightened out the grammar of Fang Chang's words and repeated them again.

After hearing this sentence, Xier immediately frowned.

Sell?

What are you doing selling clothes here? Isn't there a store next door that collects old clothes?

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

Dead people's clothes are weighed and wholesaled, and he doesn't have a scale here.

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

Schill sneered, thinking that a group of country bumpkins from outside can understand what art is.

He wanted to ridicule them and send them out, but he suddenly thought of the VMs that those people were carrying, so he pushed this idea down again.

Blue coat.

They are blue coats.

Ciel rolled his eyes.

We all know that the people outside Boulder City are country bumpkins.

But that doesn't include the big businessmen from the Province of Clouds, or those blue coats in the Vault.

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

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

Let me see.

Xu Shun looked at Fang Chang, who took 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 put the package on the table.

Let's see how much money you can give.

After unpacking the package, Schill reached out his hand to touch it, and a look of interest suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Devil silk?!

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

He had heard that the ten rolls of cloth were divided up by a group of quick-sighted people as soon as they appeared at the trading post.

In the end, he didn't know who got the devil's cloth. Anyway, many tailors were asking where the delicate cloth came from.

But soon, the excitement in his eyes dimmed.

Clothes already made? Are they all these? Don't you have that bundle of fabric?

Xu Shun: That's all.

It's a pity. With a regretful expression on his face, Xier sighed, It's really a waste of a good thing.

Xu Shun frowned.

Isn't it okay to have already made clothes?

No matter how good the fabric is, it needs to be used in the right place, Schill shook his head, Yes, devil silk is very rare and very strong, whether it is used to make luxurious clothes, or used to make ropes or protective gear. material, but...

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

Can you explain to me what this is?

The white and silky texture, the hem of the skirt and the cuffs are carefully carved, and it really has 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 it make sense?

Xu Shun froze for a moment, but before he could speak, the players watching the subtitles behind him started shouting angrily.

Damn! This bumpkin doesn't know what to do!

Exactly! Such a beautiful long dress!

Hey, even in my dreams I want to see Yaya wear it once...

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

dress? ? ?

Xu Shun bit the bullet and answered.

This is a dress...

There are too many leaks from the back! Just a few ropes, what's the difference between that and not wearing it? Schill sneered and said, The nobles in the inner city don't like this kind of revealing clothes, it will make them wear them at parties. Feel ashamed!

Xu Shun's expression was a little subtle.

Honestly.

He also felt that the clothes were a bit revealing.

Only the front piece can really cover the upper body completely?

Not questioning the taste of these shelter residents, he just thought it would be perfect if he could cut off the part of the skirt and sew it on the back...

Maybe it's a cultural difference, 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 the people in the inner city are more conservative.

Gale made a guess.

Maybe the people in the inner city want to show the difference from the outer city?

Fang Chang: Probably.

Ye Shi sighed.

Hey, Miss Fujiteng has a bad start.

Lao Bai: By the way, the clothes...were not sold at the outpost?

He didn't even watch people walk through the outpost.

Guafeng thought for a while, nodded and said: Indeed, I remember that this dress has been hanging in the Teng Teng hut for a while.

This game can't register a trumpet, and you can't change your gender, and everyone knows each other online, so they are unexpectedly reserved in the game.

change to another game...

I'm afraid it's already worn by the elders.

Ye Shi: Maybe it's too cold? It's really not suitable to wear this thing in winter.

Gu Feng: There is heating in the refuge, do you think this reason is justified?

Ye Shi: Uh, okay.

Fang Chang sighed.

Very well, now the most promising seed players have been eliminated, ignoring those unreliable things, we have four... er, three cards left in our hand.

It seems that there is a reason why this dress can't be sold. Even the shame of the players can't accept it, and it's understandable that the NPC can't accept it.

what a pity.

I hope Ms. Fujito will not be depressed.

While Ye Shi was thinking about how to tell Fujiteng the bad news, the boss sitting behind the counter suddenly said another sentence.

What is this thing?

Gloves?

Silly muttered and pulled out a white stocking from the package.

After researching for a while, I probably haven't seen such long and straight socks, so I rolled up my sleeves and put them directly on my furry arms.

Seeing the four little players in the clothing store, they almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Fuck!

My eyes!

Tell him quickly, Fang Chang hurriedly pulled Xu Shun, his tone was so excited that he almost didn't shout out, That thing is a sock.

Xu Shun was slightly taken aback, and quickly relayed Fang Chang's words.

sock?

Sil was taken aback, mumbled and lowered his head to take off his shoes. The four little players couldn't take it anymore, rushed up and snatched the things from his hands.

Get out!

If you don't buy it, don't touch it!

That's right! You're tarnishing art!

???

With question marks written all over his face, Schill scratched his head, wondering why these people reacted so badly because he hadn't done anything.

What a bunch of rude guys!

Xu Shun toes in embarrassment, wishing he could dig out four rooms and one living room on the ground.

To be honest, he was also at a loss, and this time even with the assist of VM, he didn't know how to translate it.

My lord, the manager!

I beg you to find someone else to do this job.

He would rather bayonet fight marauders in the trenches, or fight mutants behind cover, than work as an interpreter!

Let's go, there is no one we are 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 on his shoulder neatly, turned his head and walked out the door.

Seeing that several players were about to leave, Xu Shun heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that it was finally over, and hurriedly followed.

Wait a moment.

Seeing that they put away their things and were about to leave, Xier quickly stopped them.

The group stopped.

Seeing five pairs of eyes looking over, Xier coughed lightly and said.

Well, since you've also gone to the next door to ask, no one wants these... Uh, art, why don't you put it on consignment?

Xu Shun: Consignment?

That's right, Schill nodded, You write a price yourself, and then hang it on the shelf or window at the door.

If it's sold, I'll only charge 20%. If it's not sold, you just have to take it away before you leave here.

After all, it is made of devil silk, and it is also a rare item for the blue coats. Although the material is wasted, it still has value.

What if it is sold?

Schill is not the kind of stubborn person.

Anyway, there is no business now, and I am idle, so it is good to make a gimmick on the window.

And if these people forget to consign the things they have here when they leave, then these things will belong to him.

It happens from time to time.

There was a mercenary who consigned death claw skins to him before, and he was still an awakened person. He said he hung here for a week, but he didn't see anyone come back after waiting for several months.

After inquiring from other mercenaries that the guy was dead, Schill happily sold the death claw skin to the big boss in the inner city.

Leather shoes made of death claw leather are the most popular in the inner city, not only are they comfortable and durable, but the most important thing is that they can show their strength.

Xu Shun didn't think so much, just stared at him.

How can we trust you?

My friend, this is Boulder City, it's different from the outside! The agreement signed in black and white, as long as you don't get out of the wall, anyone has to recognize it. And my shop is here, can I still run away? Xie Er vowed. , You four awakened ones, are you afraid of me, an ordinary person?

It sounds plausible.

Xu Shun looked at the four players behind him.

The four young players discussed and finally reached a consensus.

A dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor, and it is better to try than not to try.

Fang Chang stepped forward, took out the evening dress that had leaked the most, put it on the table, and tapped it with his fist.

five hundred!

Ye Shi also leaned over, rummaged through the package for a while, and precisely pulled out the white knee-high socks that this guy had put on his hand earlier.

After making a pair, he threw them on the table with a look of disgust.

One hundred! No, fifty!

Hill: ...

How much are you selling?

Communicating with these guys is too much work.

Schill impatiently tore off a piece of paper from the side ledger, tore it in half and wrote numbers on it.

Five hundred for airtight clothes, one hundred for socks that can be worn as trousers... All right, please leave me your address, at least I need to know which hotel you are staying in.

Xu Shun went up to leave an address and signed the paper, not wanting to waste time here, so he hurriedly dragged the players away from here.

Just this shabby clothes for 500? A pair of shabby socks for 100?

I'm really crazy about money!

Seeing the backs of those people disappear at the door, Xier sneered, but still got up from the chair, walked to the window and hung things up.

After pasting a sticker with the price on it, he then placed a small blackboard beside him neatly, and wrote on it——

[…… The unique devil silk weaving technique comes from the mysterious technology of the refuge, which is the only one in Boulder City, and it is a unique work of art. 】

Done!

Schill took two steps back, read the words on the sign, and nodded in satisfaction.

Although the communication with those blue coats is not pleasant, but people can't make trouble with chips, can't they?

As long as he can switch to those colorful plastic pieces, he is willing to do even the business of gnawing people!

...

Come out of the store.

Ye Shi looked at his teammates beside him.

Is it reliable to let that guy sell things for us?

Fang Chang shrugged.

No way, you can only sell it with your mouth.

Ye Shi was not happy anymore.

Hey! You have the nerve to tell me, if you miss a few words of Chinese in Renlianyu, will it make people confused?

Fang Chang glanced at him sideways.

Come on, you, your father can at least say a few words, how about you? You can't even count them all!

I'm going to take the fourth grade exam. How can I have time to learn this stuff?

The dishes are over, brother Xuexueguang, never make excuses.

@#%!

Gust: ...

Listening to the quarrel of his teammates, Lao Bai looked at the sky and sighed.

Hey, this game is really difficult...

He doesn't understand at all.

It must be a question of intelligence attributes!

Xu Shun silently followed behind the four of them.

Although he had carefully learned the language of the shelter, he only learned a few words and short sentences.

As soon as these people speak quickly, there are many tricks. Without the help of a teleprompter, I really can't hear what they are talking about, and sometimes the VM doesn't even know how to translate.

but……

The atmosphere was quite friendly. Although the voice was loud, it didn't look like a quarrel.

Hearing Fang Chang and Ye Shili arguing, Kuang Feng suddenly interjected.

Wouldn't it be too expensive to say 500? The per capita salary here is less than 100 a month, right?

The daily salary of the jobs with food and housing is 2~3, which is more than 90 a month. Some engineers can earn ten times or even a hundred times the figure, but the number of them is as few as giant pandas.

You don't understand, even if you sell it for 50, those ordinary people can't afford it, Fang Chang said slowly, In that case, why don't you just sell it more expensive? Those who can afford it will naturally buy it, and those who can't afford it will buy it. People won’t buy it even if you discount it.”

The three looked at each other.

Fuck?

Sounds like it makes sense!

But did this guy learn from mosquitoes in his tone of voice?

I'm really looking more and more like a profiteer...

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(Before twelve o'clock in the next chapter)