"Eh? There are 30 reward points?"
The players are a little diligent recently.
Chu Guangzheng, who turned off the computer, was ready to go to bed. Before going to bed, he opened the manager's allowance, and suddenly found that his reward point was 30 points, so he allocated 20 points to the intermediate blind box without saying a word, and left 10 points to the primary blind box.
However, the rewards offered are not ideal.
At least not what he wants.
"A box of oral antibiotic capsules, about 12 capsules. A box of hemostatic bandages, containing two packages, can be used twice... Unfortunately, no muscle strengthening needle has been opened."
"Even a therapeutic needle is good."
Chu Guang sighed when he picked up the goods from the conveyor belt.
It's no use saying it's completely useless.
It's medium.
The ten primary blind boxes, in addition to a pile of colorful lollipops, are also useful for a bottle of 500ml soy sauce and a bag of 500g salt.
But this bag of salt is interesting.
"... A single intake of more than 10g can increase the immunity by 1~5% and the metabolic capacity by 1~5%. Boy, is this a legend?"
What if I take a whole bag?
Chu Guang's idea of stacking buffs just appeared in his mind, and soon realized how stupid the idea was.
Take a whole bag of salt.
I'm afraid it's all pickled.
"Anyway, it will be better to put it on the shelf tomorrow."
500g can be disassembled into 5X100g independent small packages. It's not too much to sell a package of 3-5 silver coins, is it?
It's not too much to feel the conscience! Somehow, it is the refined salt without sulfur, sulfate ion or organic impurities, which is white and has buff addition.
It's a benefit for players.
Soy sauce is not easy to sort. It's hard to find a 100ml sealed container. Hang 20 silver coins on the shelf.
Anyway, it is not the chef who plans to open a restaurant. It is estimated that no player will buy it.
"Let's just go to bed... Xiao Qi, wake me up at six tomorrow morning."
Xiaoqi, squatting on the wall and hanging up, turned on the signal light.
"All right, master."
Chu Guang soon fell asleep.
However, Xia Yan, squatting in the corner of the next room, could not sleep.
The sound insulation effect of the room is very good, but not because of someone's snoring. You can hardly hear anything when you close the door.
What really made her toss and turn was that tomorrow would be her first day on duty.
Is this "weapon store proprietress" really serious about her work?
Chu Guang has been feeding her with "good food and drink" every day these days. She always feels insecure.
After all, generally speaking, the treatment of prisoners is nutritional cream without nutrition, or simply wood chips mixed with bark, or something else.
Not to mention meat and porridge, we are thankful for normal food.
However, after these two days, she felt that she was going to grow flesh
It's easy to get sleepy after thinking about things for a long time. Xia Yan, who is holding his script, falls asleep unconsciously. When she was awakened from her confusion, it was already 8:00 in the morning.
"Get up."
Looking at the man standing at the door, Xia Yan rubbed her eyes and tried to stand up from the ground by holding the wall. She found two crutches in front of her.
"Is this... for me?"
Chu Guangle is happy.
"Who else needs this besides you here?"
In the future, if you can, you'd better install a bionic body for her. It's really sad.
“……”
This guy!
How can you talk so irritating!
Xia Yan gritted her teeth, one on each side of her arms, crutches in her crutches, and struggled to get up from the ground.
Standing by and watching her complete the whole set of movements alone, Chu Guang nodded approvingly, satisfied with her strong performance.
"Yes, it seems to suit you."
Xia Yan said stiffly with a cold face.
"Whatever you say... I'm your prisoner anyway, even if you want me -"
"Well, stop talking," Chu Guang interrupted her without hesitation, coughing softly, "I will arrange work for you later. Now, you go outside with me first."
The last time I breathed outside air was three days ago.
Follow Chuguang Station to the elevator and go straight to the surface.
Looking at the sunshine in front of the sanatorium, Xia Yan subconsciously raised her left arm with a crutch. Her slender eyelashes narrowed, feeling that the light was dazzling.
"You built the outside wall?"
Chuguang said casually.
"Evaluate it."
Summer salt curls its mouth.
"It's just so so. It can be used against a few rural looters. But if you change to a mutant, you might be able to turn over with something to cushion your feet, let alone meet the tide."
Hearing words he had never heard before, Chu Guang looked at her more.
"Tide?"
Xia Yan said casually.
"There are often things happening along the Third Ring Road, which you can't feel here. Crowds of nibblers begin to migrate from the Second Ring Road to the Third Ring Road, which is also mixed with many climbers - even stronger mutants than climbers... Even if I say so, you can't imagine."
Because of the huge size of Stonehenge, as long as there are different species migrating north from the city, they will definitely pass this survivor fortress.
And the war between man and other species is inevitable.
Although Xia Yan's mercenary team is only a marginal team, she has also participated in several tasks to deal with the tide.
The risk factor is not so high when we act together with large forces, and the money for such tasks is generally easy to earn.
In order to resume trade and production as soon as possible, the big men in the city would often spend a lot of money to ask them to help, and would not hesitate to provide them with ammunition.
All they need to do is pull the trigger and put their shoulders against the butt of the gun.
Many poor people living in slums have taken the road of mercenary during the tide.
"Really," Chu Guang nodded, "I've only seen gnaws a few times... They seem to be photophobic?"
That was when I first came to the waste soil.
It's almost gone
Xia Yan nodded.
"Yes, not only photophobia, but also mutant hyenas, jackals, moles, bats, flies, mice and other species don't like them very much, and they will be prey when they are extremely hungry... So these guys often crowd in the subway or sewer."
"Generally speaking, if you see one, you will see a group. It is dangerous to meet one in a narrow place."
After silently recording these clues, Chu Guang decided to update the term "Tide" in the official website database later.
But now is not the time to do it.
"... From now on, this house will be your studio. If conditions permit, I will find someone to build a new one for you."
"In short, make do with it first."
Taking Xia Yan to the door of the weapons store, Chu Guang hung the wooden sign on the hook beside the door frame for her.
"I have engraved the price on the wooden board, and the corresponding script has also taught you. If you have any problems, you can find Xiao Qi... But it's on the third floor, and it's not easy for you to go up. My players are very friendly. If you can't understand what they say, you can just stare at them with a blank face."
For a dead house that is not good at communication, staring blankly is enough to kill.
"Players?"
Because Chu Guang used Chinese when he said this word, Xia Yan didn't understand what it meant.
"Translated into Chinese, it means' shelter residents'," Chu Guang explained casually. "You don't need to remember their names or understand the meaning of the word, just call them that way."
I always feel that it is not polite to use "shelter residents" to call shelter residents
But Chu Guang said so, and Xia Yan had no other opinion.
Her identity is just a slave. It is the greatest kindness for her to have a decent job.
"Remember, you need to keep an account every time you sell something, and I will check the account book and inventory every day. However, the cheapest iron tube rifle will cost hundreds of silver coins, and the 'player' can't afford it for the time being. Your work should not be too busy. Help me repair the assault rifle when you are free, and make some bullets and weapons for me within your ability."
Xia Yan looked at the empty room. In addition to a table and a chair, there was only a board with nails.
There are some inferior iron pipe weapons hanging on the nails, as if to fear that she might forget the price. There is also a wooden tag with the price written below.
Xia Yan looked at Chu Guang and couldn't help asking.
"Are you going to let me pick out a gun for you with my nail plate?"
Chu Guang: "Can you do that?"
Xia Yan: "What a ghost! Even if there is no electric lathe, there must be a workbench that can be operated manually, right?"
Mercenaries often cannot find bullets and accessories on the store shelves because they use DIY weapons. At this time, they usually go to some small and medium-sized workshops that have customized machine parts or precision instruments, rent the workbench there, and process the things they need.
Because of poverty, Xia Yan has made her own weapons and bullets. Although she can't afford to use high-end intelligent automatic processing machine tools that "shape as you input", it is not difficult to use some affordable motor beds to make these things, and it doesn't take much time.
But the current situation was beyond her imagination.
Don't mention the electric bed. There is neither electricity nor bed here. Not to mention all kinds of cutting tools, even the most basic turning tools, boring tools and milling tools are not available.
This weapon can be a ghost!
Chu Guang didn't care about her complaints, and continued to speak lightly.
"So, if necessary, just say, don't let me guess."
"Now I ask you to make a list of the things you need, and you'd better simply draw what they look like. If you can find them, I will ask the players to help you find them as much as possible. If you can't find them, I will try to buy them again... By the way, remember to write down their prices. I don't want to spend money unjustly."
Xia Yan: "Turning tool, boring tool, milling tool, pliers and hammer are the most basic. In addition, I need a slot with thread and scale... Well, I'd better draw it."
"It's best to have a picture. You can draw as much detail 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 over, he closed his eyebrows and drew on the paper with his memory.
Chu Guang did not urge her.
It is not easy to paint 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 painting, Chu Guang took the drawing and filled in two lines of characters. Then he went to the warehouse and found the player sitting at the wooden table on duty.
He handed him the paper in his hand, and Chu Guang said simply and concisely.
"I need these things on the paper."
"If someone comes here to sell something, please tell them for me and let them pay attention when picking up waste."
"When you have nothing to do, you can copy it according to this drawing, help me draw some more, paste them at the door, and send one to the steelmaking furnace."
The warehouse keeper also serves as the publisher of collection and production tasks. After all, it is too troublesome to assign tasks one by one.
The player took the paper and looked at it, his eyes staring round.
[Task: forging or collecting a turning tool (attached figure)]
[Reward: 10 silver coins, 100 contributions]
10 silver coins!
Damn it!
It is equivalent to the salary of burning cement for one day!
If I can find it, wouldn't I be rich?!
It seems that there is more than one task, including boring cutter, milling cutter, etc.
No matter how greedy the players sitting in the warehouse keeper's position were, Chu Guang turned around and left after he finished his work.
Although the task says forging or collecting, to be honest, he doesn't have much hope for players to pick up such good things from the waste soil.
Not to mention that it is 211 years since the era of waste soil, the pre war society before the outbreak of nuclear war may not use this "primitive" processing tool. Maybe people have already popularized more advanced production methods.
For example, 3D printing.
Although the earth technology in the 21st century is not yet mature, who can say well about the future?
What Chuguang really expects is that his lovely players can solve this problem with limited tools and materials.
For example, the big brothers who often exchange metallurgical technology in the forum are on the list of the third batch of closed beta players, and the fourth batch has added several more.
In addition to those who talk on paper, he believes that there are always one or two players who can really solve problems.