This Game Is Too Realistic

"Ah sneeze!"

"Damn...who is thinking about me again?"

North Fourth Ring Road, front line.

Sporadic gunshots were heard in the distance, making Ditwei's nerves tense as he stood on the street.

He has a habit of sneezing when he's nervous.

The situation here is completely different from that on the Western Front.

The western front is a ruins of concrete debris, and the scattered buildings here are like woods. Behind every dark window, there seems to be a pair of scarlet eyes hidden.

It can be seen that these country bumpkins are facing the wave for the first time. The buildings and streets here obviously do not look like they have experienced the baptism of long-term artillery fire.

If you can't clear a relatively open area on the ruins, you can only fight hand-to-hand with those alien species in buildings and alleys.

A steady stream of alien species will rush in like a tidal wave, and it is simply a miracle that it can hold on.

After tightening the gas mask on his face, DeWitt took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time.

It was already noon.

As the elected representative, he will represent all businessmen interested in this "emerging market" in the north and meet with the lord here - the manager of Vault 404.

Accompanying him were two other partners and a dozen bodyguards who had sent them here.

To be honest, this is not a good thing.

If it weren't for the promise of others to let him take the lion's share, and if it weren't for the Vega Trading Company monopolizing all the spoils on the Western Front battlefield, Ditwe would not be willing to be the leader and come to this barbaric land to open up the market.

Outside the giant wall, people who abide by the rules are rare. When doing business with people you have never interacted with, you have to tie your head to your belt.

What if the solo carrier gets upset and cuts himself off?

The risk may be low, but certainly not impossible.

Especially the performance of these blue coats always gave him the feeling of occupying a magpie's nest.

Are they really blue coats?

Could it be that he killed all the people in the shelter and snatched their coats to wear?

Just as he was muttering in his heart, a man wearing a black military uniform and carrying a rifle walked out of the building next to him.

Looking at Ditwi, the man said.

"The manager agrees to meet with you, please come with me."

Ditwe breathed a sigh of relief and said politely with a friendly smile on his face.

"please."

After speaking, he winked at the two partners behind him and led them towards the building in front of him.

The frontline headquarters of these blue coats is on a certain floor of the building. The view and signal from high places are good, and the concentration of the spore cloud will be lower.

However, the manager did not meet them at the headquarters, but chose the meeting location in the office area on the 20th floor.

There are ready-made tables and chairs here. Although they are old and covered with dust, they do not affect their use.

After going up the stairs, the three people who walked through the corridor and came to the room saw the blue power armor at a glance. They all had surprised expressions on their faces, but they quickly calmed down.

Ditwe took the lead and took a step forward, lowering his head slightly and speaking in a respectful tone.

"Dear Lord of the Northern Suburbs, Manager of Vault 404, please allow me to introduce myself. I am a businessman from Boulder City, my name is Ditway. And the two behind me are our partners. , Yang He and Tenuo.”

"On behalf of the partners present and absent, I offer you the highest respect."

Chu Guang looked at the three people standing in front of him. Although he already knew their purpose, he did not take the initiative to clarify it.

It is taboo to urgently reveal your own needs. It is easier to take the initiative by waiting for the other party to make a bid first or reveal their trump card.

This was his experience in his previous life.

"Welcome to the northern suburbs."

Chu Guang, who unlocked the helmet visor, had a gentle smile on his face and continued in a relaxed tone.

"It's unfortunate that you came here. We are dealing with a wave, so we can only entertain you here. Please forgive me for the poor reception."

"What's going on? Thank you very much for your willingness to take time out of your busy schedule to talk to me!" When he said this, Ditwe had a bright smile on his face.

The manager in front of him was easier to get along with than he imagined.

And this also made him feel relieved.

Maybe this transaction will be easier than you think.

Chu Guang looked at him and continued.

"So, friends who have come from afar, why do you come to the northern suburbs? You don't come all the way from Boulder City to greet me."

Ditwe said respectfully: "Dear manager, we are here to share your worries."

Chu Guang looked at him with interest.

"Oh? Tell me."

Seeing that Chu Guang had given him a chance, Ditwei immediately came up with the rhetoric he had been brewing all the way.

"You should have seen that the streets outside are full of corpses, and they are rotting and stinking! It's spring now, and in less than a week they will become a breeding ground for plague, attracting rats, cockroaches and other troubles ...And actually, when I got here, I saw that it was starting to get worse."

Chu Guang didn't speak, just looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

Ditwe paused for a moment and continued in a serious tone.

"This situation is not uncommon on the Western Front. It can even be said to be a common tactic of the wave... We call it a plague offensive. Usually even if the militia in Boulder City wins, they will be affected by the plague and plague after the war. It’s very frustrating.”

Chu Guang looked at him and said, "So you are here to help me solve these troubles?"

Ditwe said immediately.

"Of course! The tide is the common enemy of all survivors in Qingquan City. We can't just sit back and watch you get into trouble."

"We can provide you with cheap and easy-to-use medicines. In addition... we can also dispose of the corpses on the battlefield for you for free."

Although the former can make a small profit, it doesn't make much.

What follows is Dietwei’s real purpose.

It's okay to dispose of the body for free.

Chu Guang smiled in his heart, but did not expose him, but looked at the person in front of him with interest.

"What are you going to do about it?"

Seeing that the manager in front of him was interested in his proposal, Ditwe was delighted and continued calmly.

"We will hire a group of corpse recovery experts from Boulder City, transport the corpse to the Fifth Ring Road, put it on the back of a two-headed ox, and then transport it to other places for disposal."

Chu Guang: "Like Boulder City?"

"Uh, of course! Boulder City is a good choice... We will simply process the corpse and turn it into something that can be used... After all, the transport team and the experts who recover the corpse are not cheap, we have to make a little profit We can subsidize travel expenses a little, so we can reduce our losses."

In fact, Ditwe didn't really want to reveal the details of these corpses, especially he didn't want the man in front of him to realize that the corpses of gnawers could be sold for money in some places, although they were sold very cheaply.

But Chu Guang had already pointed out Boulder City, and he obviously knew something. If he pretended to be stupid again, he would treat others as fools.

Ditwe could only pray in his heart. The manager in front of him did not understand the specific market situation.

However……

is it possible?

Chu Guang looked at Ditwei who was telling lies with his eyes open, and couldn't help but chuckled in his heart.

Lose less?

If one of his people hadn't gone to the front line to learn about the market price, he might have been deceived by him.

"How can that be done, my friend," Chu Guang shook his head, "How can we let our friends suffer such a big loss? I will find a way to deal with these corpses, so I won't worry about you."

When Ditwe heard this, he immediately became anxious and said quickly.

"Please don't say that. For the sake of our friendship, we are willing to show some sincerity, and please give us this opportunity."

Chu Guang said seriously: "But this will make me feel bad. If I feel bad, I will be so uncomfortable that I can't sleep."

It’s okay if I can’t sleep.

When Ditwei heard this, he almost burst into tears.

This is too fake!

By now Ditwei knew that this guy knew that these corpses could be exchanged for chips. Otherwise, why had he offered to dispose of these corpses for free? The manager had no intention of letting go.

Ditwi took a deep breath and said slowly.

"How about 5 chips per ton?"

Chu Guang said with a half-smile.

"How can that be done? It's already enough money to help us get rid of these troubles for free. How can we have the nerve to ask you to give us more money?"

really!

This guy knows it!

Ditwe's brow twitched fiercely.

He was now certain that the man in front of him not only knew that mutant corpses could be sold for money, but he also probably knew something about the market.

Otherwise, this guy would not acquiesce that the money was paid to them by himself.

Going in circles has lost its meaning.

Ditwei looked up at Chu Guang and said frankly.

"Sir, I admit that we can make a little money by dragging these corpses to Boulder City, but it is all hard money. These corpses are not light. Whether we drag them out of the battlefield or transport them to Boulder City, it will take a long time. It costs a lot of money.”

"Five chips per ton is the highest price we can give. The freight we pay for each ton of goods is far more than that. If the purchase price is higher, we will not be profitable at all... I hope you can understand. "

"Of course I can understand, I just can't bear to see you lose money," Chu Guang smiled pleasantly and looked at him sincerely, "How about this, I can provide a more sincere proposal."

Ditwe vaguely felt that something was not right, but he still forced a smile from his face and said bravely.

"Please speak."

Chu Guang continued.

"You just said that you have a way to turn the corpse of the alien species into something useful. In that case, why not turn it into something useful right here, in the northern suburbs?"

Ditwi was stunned for a moment.

"In...the northern suburbs?"

"That's right," Chu Guang nodded and continued with a smile, "We can produce bullets and cannonballs, and naturally we can also produce nutritional pastes and fertilizers. Instead of dragging bulky raw materials around, why not directly produce them at the place of origin? Is it turned into a lighter weight, higher value-added commodity and then taken away?”

Dietwei blushed.

Good guy, not only does this man know that the corpses of alien species can be sold for money, but he also knows what they can be made from.

Then I watched myself perform for a long time...

This cunning blue gopher!

Ditwi lowered his head and coughed slightly in embarrassment.

"...Equipment with tens of thousands of chips is too expensive. We have to consider the risks when opening a factory outside the giant wall."

Chu Guang nodded slightly.

"I understand. After all, your understanding of us is still limited to last winter. It is only natural for people to feel worried."

Ditwe raised his head, his eyes full of hope.

"Then you mean to agree..."

"What I'm saying is that you have a lack of understanding of what's really going on with us."

Chu Guang looked at Xu Shun who was waiting aside.

"You can take these three friends to visit our industrial area and stay at the hotel in Changjiang Farm for the night. The air there will be better."

I have already explained to the guards which places are suitable for visiting and which places are not suitable for people waiting to enter.

This little guard's performance has always been pretty good, and Chu Guang believes he knows what he is doing.

"Okay sir!"

Xu Shun, who was standing aside, stood at attention and saluted, then looked at Ditwe and his group and said politely.

"You three, please come with me."

Ditwei looked at Chu Guang in confusion, wondering which song he was going to sing.

Visit... an industrial area?

This was a completely unexpected itinerary for him.

By the way, there are industrial zones in the northern suburbs?

How many small workshops can be called an industrial area?

One could guess what Ditwei was thinking, but Chu Guang did not answer his confusion.

Some things are useless just talking about them.

Facts speak louder than words.

"I don't like wasting time on fruitless arguments, especially at this juncture."

"I'll give you two options, either buy this garbage for 20 chips per ton and drag it to where you want, or consider setting up a factory here. You can dispose of the corpses outside, we won't accept them For any fees, you only need to pay taxes legally.”

Looking at Ditwei who was standing there motionless, Chu Guang said in a gentle tone.

"No need to rush into making decisions."

"Give me the same answer tomorrow."

…

Ditwei couldn't think of any reason to refuse Chu Guang's proposal.

Although he didn't think that the country bumpkins in the northern suburbs could understand what complete industrial facilities meant, let alone that they could build a so-called industrial zone, but if someone was willing to show him around for free, only a fool would refuse.

Check it out without spending any money.

Come anyway.

I got on the truck south of the Huayuan Street subway station and drove along the abandoned road to the intersection of No. 76 Street and Linghu Wetland Park. The road ahead suddenly became smoother.

There was a hint of surprise in Ditwe's eyes.

But what’s even more surprising is yet to come.

The truck continued north and stopped near an abandoned tire factory.

When Ditwei followed the guard named Xu Shun out of the truck and stepped into the "North Suburban Industrial Zone", he immediately realized how wrong his previous idea was!

The sound of banging is endless, tall chimneys are puffing out smoke, trucks loaded with goods are passing through the park, and workers in work clothes gather around the door to load and unload goods.

Like a wound up clock.

Everything here is incredibly organized.

Three pairs of eyes widened in unison.

Teno, who was standing next to Ditwe, couldn't help swallowing and squeezed out half a sentence from his throat.

"here……"

"Is it the northern suburbs?"

The other partner didn't speak, but the same surprise was evident in his eyes.

Compared to the industrial area of ​​Boulder City, this place was undoubtedly much smaller, but if they were to say what they were lacking, he really couldn't tell at a glance.

"In front is Lister's factory."

"Liszt?!" Ditwei looked at Xu Shun in surprise, "That guy is here too?"

Xu Shun looked at him in surprise.

"you know?"

Ditwe coughed dryly and said.

"I don't know...but I've heard of it."

The business district of Boulder City is not very big, and there are only a few well-known local businessmen. Of course he knows relatively powerful businessmen like Liszt.

Although Liszt may not know him.

Xu Shun nodded and said nothing more.

"Except for military factories and factories involving sensitive technologies, I can take you to see other factories."

Yang He, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.

"Can you show us your power station?"

Xu Shun nodded.

"no problem."

Since they are considering setting up a factory, power supply is undoubtedly one of their biggest concerns.

The most feared thing for a production line that is running stably is a sudden power outage, especially if it is stopped for a whole day. If you are unlucky, the entire production line will be wasted.

However, after seeing the power station planned by these people, the three of them immediately gave up their concerns.

These blue coats do have two brushes.

Not only were the power stations designed so well that they could find no faults, but the transmission and distribution facilities such as substations and power grids also amazed them.

This is not very advanced technology.

But being able to plan every wire and generator in an orderly manner is not something just anyone can do.

Glancing at the v on his arm, Xu Shun cleared his throat and introduced the three people who looked surprised.

"Currently, our electricity supply is mainly based on thermal power generation. The large forest farms in Yumu District in the north and the vegetation in nearby urban areas are enough to supply the power station's consumption for more than ten years."

"In addition, there are biogas digesters and gas-fired power stations under construction, as well as oil-fired power generation units for Camu trees."

“In the future, we will consider improving the existing energy structure through diversified power generation methods.”

Ditwei looked at Xu Shun in slight surprise.

"You also planted camu trees?"

There must be at least three to four hundred people working in this industrial area.

Where in the northern suburbs are there such a large population? !

Are they refugees from the north?

But even if they collect all the refugees according to the orders...how to solve the food problem?

So many people have to eat!

"The planned area is five thousand acres," Xu Shun glanced at V and replied truthfully, "Not just Camu trees, we also planted corn, potatoes... and other high-yielding crops."

"I'll take you to the hotel at Longji Farm in a while."

"You will naturally see it when you get over there."

…

If the industrial zone in the northern suburbs had already captured Ditwe's surprise and astonishment for the next month, then the situation at Changjiu Farm was enough to shock him from the beginning of the year to the end of the year.

Endless field ridges, acres and acres of rice seedlings, as well as tractors, two-headed cows and refugees plowing in the fields.

The degree of mechanization here is not high, but Ditway can feel with his naked eyes the pursuit of advanced productivity and a better life by these people.

This was something he had never seen in other survivor colonies.

Of course, what interests Ditway the most is the food.

The dish that was so spicy that he stuck out his tongue seemed to be called Mapo Tofu, as well as the soybean-stewed pig's trotters, and the two-headed beef braised with potatoes...

The taste is simply amazing!

He is in the grain business.

I have been coveting the food processing business of Weijia Trading Company for a long time.

But envy is envy. He neither has a farm of tens of thousands of acres nor thousands of serfs who sweat for him, nor can he afford the expensive land rent, nor does he have the capital to open a business covering an area of ​​dozens of acres in Boulder City. Big factory.

Everything he needs can be found here.

That night.

Staying in the hotel at the Long-term Farm, Dietwei could not sleep on the warm bed, staring at the beer on the bedside table motionless, as if in a daze.

Finally, he made a decision, dug out a palm-sized message machine from his bag, dictated and edited a message of over a thousand words, and sent it to the partners in Boulder City.

It's not like he never thought about eating alone.

It doesn't cost much chips to buy off the two small partners who came with him.

It's not too difficult to buy equipment and personnel by yourself just by biting the bullet and borrowing some chips from the bank.

But he wanted to do something big.

The opportunities here are far more than just corpses and nutritious ointments. The mere tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of chips can no longer satisfy his appetite.

To be the largest food supplier in Jushi City and even Qingquan City!

If he can rely on the power of these people, he feels that he has this hope.

He even thought of a name for the business.

It’s called Didiwei Trading Company!

The factory is called Didiwei Grain Processing Factory!

The name is catchy and catchy, and people can think of him as soon as they hear it. Money is made and fame is gained.

Thinking of this, Ditwei couldn't help but smile.

"It doesn't sound any better than stupid names like 'tastes good' and 'tastes extraordinarily good'!"

Click.

send!

Two soft beeps.

A "Delivered" pop-up window appeared on the screen of the telex machine.

Waiting for the partners' reply, Ditwe fiddled with the palm-sized screen with his index finger and lightly read the information he had edited.

[…The situation in the northern suburbs is surprising. With the assistance of shelter residents, local survivors built power stations, water towers, and a relatively complete logistics system. They used trucks to transport supplies, repaired abandoned roads with cement, and used excess Steel was cast into rails and laid on the ground, and new settlements were built in the wilderness, and large areas of wasteland were reclaimed into farmland...]

[We must admit that the towering walls and ruins block our view, and our understanding of this place is still limited to a year ago. And in less than half a year, they have achieved something that ordinary survivor settlements may not be able to accomplish even if they spend ten years. 】

[My point of view is that we can certainly make a fortune by transporting the good things here to Boulder City, but if we process them into nutritional paste and organic fertilizer here, we can definitely make more. 】

[Opportunities are everywhere here! There are chips everywhere! 】