This Game Is Too Realistic

In most areas of the wasteland, the alliance has a good reputation.

Especially the alliance army, the image of strict discipline is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. I have never heard of any caravan or settlement being robbed by alliance soldiers.

So Mogarvey didn't panic at all, he only took two strong mercenaries and boarded the inflatable boat, urging the man who drove the boat to speed up and head towards the beach.

After sailing for two or three kilometers, the inflatable boat quickly landed.

You park the boat! Come to me immediately when you're done!

Mojave ordered two mercenaries to drag the inflatable boat ashore and run aground, while he hurriedly walked towards the camp on the shore.

The beach is nothing like the sea.

Their inflatable boats were painted with tree oil refined from black iron wood, which could emit a rotten smell to drive away the alien species in the sea, but he had to rely on himself when he got ashore.

Walking out of the edge of the beach in a hurry, the moment his soles stepped on the soft soil, his eyes widened in shock at the sight in front of him.

On a platform made of logs, furs of different sizes and colors were piled up like a stack of cards.

Probably to save space, they were tied into the shape of tofu cubes by hemp ropes and stacked tightly together, but the only protection measure was a simple shed made of thatch.

These raw hides were probably just peeled off from the prey not long ago, and the surface was still dipped in blood and grease that hadn't been rinsed off, giving off a slight stench under the action of the high temperature.

The spirit of the sand sea is above...

Morgarvey's mouth was wide enough to fit an egg.

What shocked him was not the cruelty of the scene before him.

As long as the wasteland is not full of food, no one will be so sympathetic as to run to sympathize with some alien species.

What really shocked him was the brutality and rudeness of these people!

They treated these priceless treasures so badly and piled them up here like rags!

Aren't these reckless guys afraid of being punished by God! ?

Spirit of the Sand Sea! Pure blood sable fur! Wait, this is a mutant cheetah?! Emerald python, mutant rhinoceros...

hiss--

You just pile up these treasures here and let them rot in the high temperature!? You might as well give them to me!

The noisy sound quickly attracted the attention of nearby players.

Some players who were working at the slaughter point put down their work and surrounded him curiously.

Good guy, are you coming to the NPC?

There's a cargo ship parked over there, and this guy seems to have gotten off that ship.

What is he talking about?

Ghost knows, I turned on the translator late.

Wiping the blood from the boning knife, Qingdeng Gujiu in a leather apron stared at the NPC, squinted his eyes, and spoke in a non-standard human connection.

Who are you?

The man quickly looked at him, hurriedly took out a wet business card from his shirt, and handed it out excitedly.

My humble Mogarvey! Trader of Silvermoon Bay! Are these furs yours?

Without answering his question, Qingdeng Gujiu took a look at the business card, put it in his pocket casually, and looked at this guy again.

You know these things well?

Mogave nodded quickly, and said forcibly suppressing his excitement.

Of course! Make a price, I want all these goods!

Not to mention anything else, just the few blood mink skins he saw just now, if they are handled properly, they can be made into fur coats and shipped to Borneo Province, at least one hundred slaves can be exchanged!

And if you go a little further west and sell it to a port near Triumph City, you can at least exchange it for 100,000 dinars!

Not to mention that those few blood mink furs were just the tip of the iceberg of the pile.

As for mutant rhinos and mutant cheetahs, which are not rare species, although the fur cannot be sold at a very expensive unit price, the advantage is that there is a large demand. No matter what port it is, there are people rushing for it, so you never have to worry about the goods not being sold. in hand.

It is no exaggeration to say that the combined profit of his cargo is not comparable to the piles of furs scribbled here.

After all, he can't earn 1,000 dinars for a whole container of iron ore, but a relatively complete fur here might easily sell for this price!

Thinking of this huge profit, Mojavey's heart was pounding, and even his breathing was involuntarily rapid.

There is literally gold everywhere!

Praise the spirit of the sand sea! !

Seeing the merchant monkey eagerly asking the price in front of him, Qingdeng Ancient Wine couldn't help raising a strange expression.

Is this guy in business for the first time?

He almost wrote the words Come and kill me on his face.

Rolling his eyes slightly, he spoke.

...These furs haven't been processed yet, we plan to sell them after processing.

Mogarvey said sadly.

It's too late. The way you deal with it is that every piece of wood has to rot! Believe it or not, at the most tomorrow morning, if there is half of this batch left, I will lose!

Qingdeng Gujiu froze for a moment, and retorted subconsciously.

How could it be so fast!

What are you kidding?

It's not the first time he's been a butcher. In Dawn City before, the skin was peeled off and thrown away for two or three days before being processed, and someone would collect it.

How can it rot in a day?

Looking at this guy who didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all, Mogave said dumbfoundedly.

Are you kidding? This is a tropical place! You don't think the rate of corruption here is the same as your hometown, do you? I just landed, and I can smell the stench from a long distance away!

Qing Deng sniffed subconsciously, maybe because he got used to the smell here, but he really didn't smell anything.

However, he understood the meaning of this guy's words, and his expression gradually became less calm than before.

Then make an offer.

Hiding the joy in his heart, Mo Jiawei stretched out five fingers, pointed to the chopping goods next to him, and said sincerely.

For the sake of our destiny, I can pay you 50,000 dinars for this pile! I want all of them!

A total of 250,000 dinars.

Including those unremarkable blood mink furs.

Mojave thought that this price was quite sincere.

After all, if he left these goods alone, they would just rot on this beach, and they wouldn't be able to sell them for a penny.

However, to his surprise, after hearing his sincere offer, the brother in front of him unceremoniously rolled his eyes and refused without thinking.

Get out! Lao Tzu Shaomeng, I don't know the price in dinars? There are at least two hundred pieces in this pile, fifty thousand dinars? Are you kidding me!

Mogave was stunned for a moment, and said with a bitter face.

My friend, this is raw hide that has not been processed. A piece of more than two hundred dinars is already very sincere. Even if you drag it to Silver Moon Bay now, it is impossible to have a more generous buyer than me.

Qingdeng Gujiu shook his head like a rattle.

Don't even think about it, the big deal is how many pieces I can handle. You have to plan to buy it sincerely. A stack of at least 50,000 silver coins.

Fifty thousand silver coins?! Mojavey's eyes widened, Are you kidding me?! This is enough to buy a truck!

Qingdeng Ancient Wine chuckled and said bluntly.

How many trucks do you think I can exchange for bringing them back to Dawn City?

Mogarvey looked at him dumbfounded.

You can't take it back at all. With your handling method, this batch of goods will definitely rot on the way!

Qingdeng Gujiu curled his lips indifferently.

Come on, the temperature here is high, won't the temperature drop in the sky? We've packed up a thousand pieces of furs. When we bring them back to Dawn City for a little processing, we can sell them for at least half a million silver coins. We even The aquatic products here can be transported back, not to mention a few furs.

To be honest, what he said was bluffing, after all, air transportation is not without cost.

Moreover, the Niu Ma airship is not a special means of cold chain transportation. It is okay to transport some foam boxes filled with seafood. Residents of Dawn City may buy some if they are fresh, so it is not a problem to earn money for air tickets.

However, these furs are different, and they are all traded in large quantities. Not to mention whether there is a problem with refrigeration tools, even if it is shipped back by weight, it is still unknown whether the cost can be earned back.

But relatively, the price of 250 dinars for one piece is absolutely unacceptable to him, and the price of those prey is more than this amount.

If it was really sold at this price, he would be worth 250.

Mojave shook his head and planned to leave, but saw that no one was stopping him, so he stomped his feet, gritted his teeth and turned back.

Forget it, for the sake of your helping us, I will lose a little more... Even if there are a thousand pieces here, a total of 130,000 silver coins, I will take them all!

There is no stable exchange rate between silver coins and dinars. Some places can reach 1:3, and some places can reach 1:10. This is related to the distance from Triumph City and Dawn City, and whether the slave trade in nearby areas related to prevalence.

Although the dinar is a precious metal currency, it is not gold that actually anchors the value of the dinar, but slaves and the output value that slaves can create.

But one thing is indisputable.

In most areas, the purchasing power of silver coins is stronger than that of dinars, even if the circulation rate is not as good as that of dinars, at least in the east of the Great Desert.

When Qingdeng Ancient Wine heard the price, it was immediately moved.

Thirteen thousand silver coins!

An average of one hundred and thirty silver per piece!

This price is not considered beautiful, but it is much better than 250 dinars!

But the heartbeat is the heartbeat, he still made a hesitant expression and said.

130,000... This price is still too low, I have to discuss it with other people.

Hearing these words, Mogarvey's eyes widened, and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Good guy.

Dare this guy haggle for a long time, this batch of goods is not his!

Understanding the murderous look in the NPC's eyes, Qingdeng Gujiu gave a smug smile, felt a little embarrassed, coughed dryly and said.

...Mostly mine, mostly...

Without giving this guy any time to repent, Qingdeng Gujiu immediately ran to the slaughtering point nearby, gathered those professional life players who opened a slaughterhouse, and then told them the matter in detail.

Including an NPC who took a fancy to the batch of unprocessed raw hides piled up at the port, including himself and that person had a few talks.

... I calculated the total. The price of 130,000 silver coins is still acceptable, and it saves us the freight and labor costs of handling raw hides back to Dawn City, as well as the possible loss during transportation... If this is really brought back Dawn City has to figure out a way, but it might have to lose money. It’s better to package and sell it to that guy, and everyone can earn a lot for every penny.”

A few life professional players pondered in their hearts, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.

Wave after wave of these alien species rushed up, and the prey piled up on the stall almost couldn't fit, and it was unknown when they would be able to free up their hands to deal with those furs.

Some people are willing to buy them all, which is convenient for them.

As for Brother Qingdeng's character, they can also trust it. There is no such thing as a price on the surface and another price behind the scenes.

Let's watch and talk.

Brother believes in you.

It's a pity that you can make less money by going wholesale. It's a pity if you can get rid of it quickly.

Seeing that there are so many brothers trusting him, Qing Deng was also moved in his heart, looked at them with a moved expression and said.

Good brothers! Thanks to your trust, I, Qingdeng Gujiu, will definitely not let you down!

Hey, what are you saying thank you for? You helped us negotiate a sale, but we have to thank you, a professional player smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

Another player suggested suddenly with a heartbeat.

By the way, there will definitely be NPCs coming here to collect furs in the future. Why don't we register an organization association or something? In the future, everyone will agree on a price to sell together, and set prices for different types of furs. The profit will definitely be higher than this. All of them cost more than one price. And it can also prevent those NPCs from looking for us one by one, breaking them one by one, and lowering the price.

As soon as this idea was put forward, it was immediately recognized by many people.

Good idea!

I agree!

We can't let the NPC cut our leeks!

Qing Deng also suddenly came to his senses, why that NPC almost turned his face when he heard that the batch of goods was not all his own.

After working for a long time, there is still this doorway in it.

But now is not the time to discuss this.

After coughing twice, he motioned everyone to look at him, and continued.

Listen to me, everyone, let's discuss this matter in the long term. We can go to the forum to discuss it carefully after we go offline. Let's deal with this batch of goods now.

The player who suggested earlier also nodded.

Indeed, let's deal with the goods first.

After getting everyone's permission, Qing Deng returned to the side of the cargo pile and found Mogave who was pacing back and forth.

This time, with the support of a group of brothers, he also had the confidence to bargain, and argued hard with Mogave.

In the end, after some tugging by him, the total of 1,131 furs were finally sold at a price of 140,000 silver coins.

Although it didn't reach the 150,000 silver coins he expected, it seemed that this price was already the limit that the NPC merchant could accept.

When the word deal was said, the guy seemed to be hollowed out, and his pockets were squeezed dry.

Although this guy is an NPC, there is basically no difference between an NPC in this game and a real person, and Qingdeng Gujiu is embarrassed to squeeze this guy to death.

He still hopes to continue this business for a long time.

In exchange for the 140,000 silver coins, the players at Potato Fries Harbor need to help deliver the more than a thousand packed furs to the deck of the Northwest Wind cargo ship.

Without a wharf, it was not easy to load these ten to twenty tons of goods on board, but Qingdeng Gujiu readily agreed.

As you wish, 140,000 silver coins! I have to go to the cargo ship to get the money... You ship the goods to the deck, and we pay the money and deliver the goods.

After making a verbal agreement, Mogave walked to the south of the camp, stopped beside the fence gate and watched Qingdeng Gujiu repeatedly urging him.

Seeing this guy's look of losing money, Qing Deng smiled and waved his hand.

Understood, you go back quickly, tell your captain to stop the boat, and we will send it to you soon.

It's a deal...

Mogave didn't want to continue whining on the beach, so he turned and walked towards the direction where the inflatable boat ran aground.

Just at this moment, two mercenaries with guns on their backs walked over here, and they were stunned when they saw the boss hurried back.

boss?

what's the situation?

It's over! Mogave patted the shoulder of the mercenary who was walking in front, and hurriedly said, It's time to go, time is money, we have to go back to the ship.

The load now on the pile was his property, and for every minute of his delay here a pelt might be damaged.

This was something he couldn't bear no matter what.

In particular, the few blood mink skins he had his eyes on were tied together with a pile of mutated rhinoceros skins from tanning. Looking at the blood and grease sticking to the beautiful hair, his heart throbbed with pain.

What a bunch of prodigals!

Hearing the boss said that he was going back, the two mercenaries almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Humming and humming, they spent a lot of effort to drag the speedboat ashore and run aground. They originally thought about going to the alliance settlement to have a drink or two, but they were urged to go back without even touching the door.

What are you looking at me for? Seeing the two mercenaries standing still, Mo Jiawei glared at them, Hurry up!

yes……

Not daring to offend their employer, the two mercenaries finally suppressed their temper, bit the bullet and turned back in the direction of the inflatable boat.

In order to get back to the deck quickly, Mogave pushed the inflatable boat together with the two mercenaries, regardless of the sea water getting his trouser legs wet.

The three tossed for half an hour, and finally tossed the speedboat back to the anchored cargo ship.

The two speedboats parked beside the cargo ship did not leave, and the captain of the patrol team was smoking impatiently at the bow, as if he had been waiting for them for a long time.

Without delaying a moment, Mojave quickly grabbed the ladder and climbed onto the deck.

Seeing the employer returning to the deck, Song Haining immediately went up and asked.

What's the situation on the shore?

The prophecy is true! There are golden lands everywhere! Hahaha! I really met you! Changing from his dejected look when he made a deal on the shore, Mogave spoke incoherently excitedly, and grabbed Captain Song's hands with both hands. Shoulder.

Song Haining was stunned for a moment, confused by these words, and after a long time came back to his senses, he spoke.

What gold is everywhere...

I bought a batch of goods from them, you wait here for a while, they will deliver the goods soon, and I will prepare the money.

After speaking, Mo Jiawei walked towards the cabin, Song Haining immediately reached out to grab his arm, and asked quickly.

Wait, what? On deck? How did they bring it up?

He has no plans to dock here, let alone there is no dock for them to dock here.

If it is transported one by one by small boat, when will it be transported?

If he was targeted by the submarine in Vault 70, he didn't think the two patrol speedboats would be able to protect him well.

Looking at Captain Song who asked anxiously, Mo Jiawei smiled and patted his hand.

Don't worry, they said it will be soon, it won't take long, we'll be fine in a while.

Song Haining stared at him and said.

We can't wait for too long. The federal patrols are still waiting for us. Without their guidance, we can't pass the minefield. And there are shelters from No. 70—

Then please tell them for me, let them wait! Two speedboats... I can pay them an extra 2,000 dinars!

Looking at Mo Jiawei who broke free from his arms and hurriedly walked towards the cabin, Song Haining's worried wrinkles were crowded together.

At this moment, a sailor ran down the gangway and said to him anxiously.

Captain, the airship on the shore! It's approaching us!

airship? !

Song Haining was stunned for a moment, subconsciously looked towards the north bank of the strait and raised his head, only to see that hovering airship was slowly flying towards him with a string of ropes hanging on it.

Looking at the thing hanging on the rope, his eyes were so wide that they almost protruded.

Good guy.

That's okay too? !

Mogave, who came out of the warehouse with a suitcase, was also surprised by the alliance's operation.

However, he was not surprised for a long time. In less than a quarter of an hour, the airship had floated directly above the cargo ship and stopped slowly.

The sea breeze was blowing, and several tofu cubes hung by ropes swayed like pendulums. It took several attempts before they were placed on the deck firmly.

Watching this horrifying and exciting scene, Song Haining felt his heart being pulled into his throat.

Especially when the pendulum swept towards his Mistral, he was so frightened that his entire face turned pale.

Fortunately, everyone was lucky, and this series of outrageous operations did not kill anyone.

A man wearing a leather jacket jumped down from one of the piles of tofu cubes.

The man looked around, and soon saw Mogave standing stunned beside the cabin, and walked forward with a bright smile.

The goods have been delivered, where is the money?

It took a long time before he came to his senses, Mojavey closed his mouth, gave a thumbs up in admiration, and then handed out the suitcase in his hand.

All 140,000 silver coins are here.

Qingdeng Gujiu took the suitcase and took a look at it. Seeing that more than a dozen bundles of hundred-yuan banknotes were neatly arranged, he closed the lid with a smile on his face.

Pleasant cooperation.

Happy cooperation... I will come back here in a few days, remember to keep some good things for me then, Mogave said with a dry cough as he stared at his captain, Also, you... Let’s find a way to build a pier as soon as possible, I’m afraid no boat will take me on the way back.”

Qingdeng Gujiu's eyes lit up.

That's easy to say, let me introduce you!

Mojavey froze for a moment, and gave him a strange look.

You...have a boat?

That's a must! Qing Deng said with a smile, If you need it, you can find a guy named Tail when you get to Circular Harbor. She's on the ship with the white bear flag.

Mogarvey nodded: I will go and have a look, if necessary... By the way, how do you plan to go back?

That's easy to say, I can go back as I come here, see you later!

Qing Deng smiled and gestured, turned around and returned to the pile of goods, then untied the ropes that hooked those piles of furs, and hooked them on himself.

Everyone just watched this guy holding a suitcase, being lifted off the deck by the airship, and swinging towards the shore.

Watching that guy's figure disappear from sight, Song Haining swallowed and stared at Mo Jiawei beside him.

Knowing what he wanted to say, Mogarvey coughed awkwardly and explained.

Actually, these guys are quite nice, and they are much easier to get along with than most survivors in settlements... It's just that sometimes they mess up a bit.

I don't care about what is going on or not, you don't want to drag me to do it together, this ship has been with me for twenty years! Song Haining stared at him, and continued, This is the last time... when I go back, I will never let you go. Wouldn't stop a boat near here, don't even think about it!

Mojavey nodded with a smile on his face.

Okay...Okay!

It is impossible not to dock here.

The money earned from that transaction just now has almost caught up with the profit of his shipment of goods.

Not only did he want to come back, but he also wanted to stay here for a while.

Maybe when he arrives at the port of the circular island, he can ask the tail recommended by the cargo owner to see if that guy is willing to accept this order...

But then again.

Why does this name sound so familiar...

Mogave always felt like he had heard of it somewhere.

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(Thanks to the leader of Familiar with Beak Snow for the reward!!!)