This Game is Too Real

   Chapter 102 Where are you putting this card bug?

   The caravan in Honghe Town came earlier than planned.

   After hearing the news of the demise of the Bloody Hand Clan, these merchants rushed to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City in only two and a half days.

The longer the    time dragged on, the colder the weather, and the probability of the captives surviving would also decrease. Before they freeze to death, they need to transport the captives back to Red River and sell them to the right buyer.

  If more than half of you die on the way back, you won't make much money on this trip...

   Against the heavy snow, the dusty caravan arrived at the gate of the abandoned tire factory.

   motioned for the team behind him to stop, and a man in a cotton coat with a semi-automatic rifle on his chest came out.

   looked up at Chu Guang and Hai En who were standing on the gate, he said in a loud voice.

   "I'm an employee of the horseshoe firm, all the goods you want are here!"

  Hain's bodyguard named Wen was also in the caravan.

   However, his status did not allow him to interject here, so he just stood beside the yak carrying supplies, clearing the barrel of the revolver rifle, and passed the boring time.

"Hold on."

  Chu Guang gestured, then looked at the player beside him.

   Waiting for the storyline, the players who couldn't wait to see the manager's view, immediately turned the winch and opened the wooden gate.

   As the gates opened, a group of looter captives walked out of the dungeon in despair under the custody of 4 players.

   "Be honest!"

   "Don't linger!"

   In fact, these predators didn't bother, but the players just wanted to shout something, or they always felt that something was missing.

  Because of the language barrier, these predators and captives could not understand what the blue jackets were saying, they could only feel from the shaking muzzle, probably urging them to move forward.

   Looking at the yak team and the horseshoe-shaped badge at the gate of the village, many predator veterans had already guessed their ending, and their faces were filled with deadly despair.

   There were only a few young predators, with a blank look on their faces, not knowing where they would be taken and what would happen to them.

  The players holding their rifles chatted in a low voice.

   Some of them, who were killed only a few days ago, are now alive.

  Makabazi: "There are a few prisoners here that look familiar."

   Debt Big Eyes: "Hey, who killed you?"

  Makabazi: "Ghost knows, the sky is so dark and the bullets are flying, I don't think it's necessarily the black hand from the opposite side. Gan! Think about it and get angry, how can I die."

   Debt and big eyes: "Okay, you, you will be done with one word, and no one will dislike you. You also made up for it from your teammates. Do you think you won't check the gunshots afterwards?"

  Macabazi: "Take it, don't talk about it... You say, where will these plunderers be sent."

   Debt and big eyes: "It seems that the manager is planning to sell them to Honghe Town."

  Makabazi: "Red River Town?"

Debt Big Eyes: "It's in the official website set, haven't you read it? It's a town below Qingquan City, about tens of kilometers away. There are many pre-war landfills there, and they are sold there. The slaves will be sent into the mines and dig to the death.”

   "Tsk tsk, it's too miserable..." Makabazi rolled his eyes and suddenly thought, "But then again, if I sell myself and then commit suicide, wouldn't I be able to prostitute for nothing?"

   Hearing this rude operation, Debt Big Eyes was shocked.

   "Fuck, where are you putting this card bug?"

Although the crimes they committed were enough to be hanged on the gallows ten times, Chu Guang still retained their basic human rights, allowing them to keep their clothes and shoes, eat the meat of unknown composition in the warehouse, and use a small amount of bandages from the search. Simple dressing.

   It was not out of pity.

   is purely worried that these people die too much and affect his income.

   The good days of these people are yet to come.

   "30?" The man in the lead counted the number of prisoners, looked at Chu Guang and asked, "Why is there one less?"

   "Maybe it froze to death."

  Chu Guang, who came down from the gate of the village, glanced back casually, just in time to see a player dragging a corpse with a broken leg from the dungeon.

   Seeing that the numbers matched, the man in the lead nodded without saying anything, just beckoning the guards behind him to help unload the cargo.

   The sooner the deal is done, the sooner they go home.

  …

  According to the agreement between Chu Guang and Hai En, whether disabled or not, each prisoner exchanged goods of equal value according to the standard of 20 kilograms of coarse salt.

   One of the 31 captives died, 30 of them, totaling 600 kilograms of coarse salt.

   Here, coarse salt is a specialty of Honghe Town, and it is also the general equivalent of the transaction between the two parties.

  It was useless for Chuguang to ask for so much coarse salt, so in addition to 200 kilograms of coarse salt, the remaining 400 kilograms of coarse salt were replaced with some specialties of Honghe Town.

   These included 30 revolving rifles, eight boxes of handmade bullets with a total of more than 4,000 rounds of copper skin, a large number of copper ingots, zinc ingots, chromium ingots, and strong oxidants such as potassium permanganate.

  The former is to meet the defense needs of the outpost, while the latter is the raw material that drives the industrialization of the outpost.

   In addition, there are some hardware parts that the processing machinery will use, as well as some mechanical parts such as gears and transmission shafts, which are mainly prepared for the proprietress of the weapon shop.

  Although a few metallurgical players can also make it by hand, the problem of steelmaking has not been solved, and the strength of the material is always a flaw.

  The quality of the hand-grinded tools can only be described in words. It’s okay to use them for a while. In actual use, the wear and tear is surprisingly high, and it even has to be replaced every few days.

   So much so that Chu Guang wondered several times whether Xia Yan did it on purpose to be lazy.

   Although the industrial capacity of Honghe Town is not as good as that of Boulder City, there is no problem in producing some processing tools, and the quality is still acceptable.

   This time, Chu Guang deliberately bought a few more sets, and it should be no problem to use them in the spring of next year.

  In order to transport these goods, the horseshoe business mobilized a total of ten mutant yaks, and also equipped 8 gunmen with revolving rifles as escorts.

   Looking at the people who were unloading the cargo, Chu Guang glanced at Hain next to him and said.

   "Speaking of which, the man said he was an employee of the horseshoe firm. Are they your colleagues?"

  Hain explained with a smile.

"Although we are both employees of the Horseshoe Firm, an employee like me may be a little bit different from what you would understand as an employee. Simply put, our relationship with the firm is more of a partnership than an employment. The ones you see Caravan guards and yaks are the property of the business, and those goods are bought by our employees at our own expense."

  Chu Guang's heart moved.

   "Bought it from a firm?"

  Hain glanced at Chu Guang in surprise, as if he was surprised that he knew, nodded and said.

"Yes, our goods are all purchased from the firm, and the sellers are basically the firm's customers... Except this time. We will reconcile each transaction, deduct the cost of purchasing goods and hiring guards, and we will also 60% of the profit needs to be distributed to the firm.”

   This sounds a bit like a franchisee system.

  Incoming goods, logistics and even customer relations are all "headquarters", while a businessman like Xiang Haien is like a franchisee.

   In this way, even if the transaction loses, the horseshoe firm does not have to bear any risk, and the loss is entirely the franchisee's own.

   And if the business makes a profit, the firm will take 60% of the profit.

  No, even if it is a loss, it is still profitable for the firm.

   After all, all the "franchisees" get the goods from the firm, and it is impossible for the firm to sell these goods to the franchisees at the cost price, and some profits must be withheld.

  Thinking of this, Chu Guang couldn't help feeling emotional.

   Cutting leeks is still done by these indigenous people.

   Compared with them, he is simply too kind!

   However, this trading model can be used for reference in the future.

   For example, it is used in the running business system.

  …

   "Goodbye, my friends, and I hope to have a good deal with you next spring!"

  The delivery of the goods was finally completed. Hein took his two bodyguards to stand beside the caravan and took off his hat to pay tribute to Chu Guang.

  Chu Guang smiled lightly and waved his hand.

"Bon Voyage."

  Hain said with a hearty smile.

   "Hahaha, I'm afraid we have to go against the wind for a while! Let's take a step first, I wish you good luck!"

   The group started to hit the road.

   At this moment, Chu Guang noticed that the mercenary next to Haen suddenly turned his head and glanced at him resentfully.

   His eyes met, but the female mercenary was not ashamed, and even blew a kiss to him in the air, and left a phrase on his lips "We will meet again",

   Then, she disappeared into the vast snow and fog along with the caravan.

  Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, frowned and thought for a while, but couldn't remember the person's name, and was even more confused about her final behavior.

   is called... Wendy?

   Or is it called Helen?

   After all, he had only heard the businessman named Haien say it once. Who would pay attention to the name of the mercenary beside a businessman?

   Forget it, too lazy to think about such an irrelevant question.

  Chu Guang shook his head, and beckoned the player to load the supplies exchanged by the slaves onto the trolley and prepare to drag them back to the warehouse of the outpost.

   However, although Chu Guang himself didn't care, he couldn't hold back the gossip enthusiasm of the players around him. Especially when they saw the last blowing kiss, a group of people instantly wanted to go to the Mariana Trench.

   "My giao! That look has a story!"

   "I saw it! That air kiss!"

   "Do you think the manager will have something to do with that woman?"

   "Isn't it? They only stayed for a few days in total."

   "It's been a few days too!"

   "Hey, what about the proprietress of the weapon shop?"

   "Big news! The unspeakable one-million-word story of the manager and the caravan maid!"

   "Tsk tsk, it's not easy! It's definitely not easy! It still looks like a yellow hair book!"

   "Understood, go back and let Brother Mole draw the book!"

  Tsk.

   These people really are.

   When I see a white arm, I think of my thigh.

  Chu Guang's eyebrows twitched, but he finally restrained the urge to complain and kept the restraint that an NPC should have.

   coughed, and in a tone of command, he urged those players who stopped to gossip and forgot to continue their work.

   "Hurry up!"

   "Before the midday snow is not as heavy as before, we have to drag all the goods back!"

   Under the urging of Chu Guang, the players finally stopped dawdling and loaded the packaged goods onto the wooden cart.

   Even though they were still chattering, they never stopped from beginning to end.

   finally packed up and the group is ready to go.

   Looking at the Zhaimen behind him, [Construction Boy and Brick], who was on duty on duty, took a step forward and asked Chu Guang for instructions.

   "Dear Manager, what should I do about this stronghold? Do I still need to keep guarding it?"

  There was nothing in the stronghold. He wondered if he could get the quest rewards in advance if he didn't need it.

  Chu Guang thought for a few seconds and ordered.

   "The gate of the village burned down."

   "The rest, leave it to the aliens."

  This stronghold is too far away from the players' resurrection point, and there is no strategic value in the geographical location, so it is unnecessary to keep it.

   Besides, just standing inside, Chu Guang felt that his SAN value was dropping.

   I really can't figure out how these predators can live here with peace of mind.

  【The boy on the construction site and the brick】 nodded excitedly and said in command.

"Yes!"

   Destruction is much more interesting than cutting down trees!

  …

   The players' search ability, Chu Guang can trust.

   That's like digging three feet in the ground, not to mention even the chips hidden in the corners of the cabinet, and to be more ruthless, even the entire cabinet was moved back.

   In the stronghold of the entire Blood Hand clan, there is almost nothing left that can be used.

   And those leftovers are either inconvenient to take away, or have no value for recycling.

   Such as the dried meat in the warehouse.

   Obviously, a considerable part of this meat was not taken from normal prey.

   After being air-dried, it is difficult to distinguish which is the meat of the prey and which is the meat of the same kind.

   Out of mental cleanliness, Chu Guang simply didn't want it.

   Some of them were thrown as feed to the looters in the dungeon to eat for a while, and the rest were simply hung on the suspension beams of the tire factory warehouse.

   Right should be feeding mice and cockroaches.

   As for potatoes like croissants, grains full of grains, and a vegetable that looks very similar to Chinese cabbage, Chu Guang had people transported them back to collect them.

   These are all good things.

   Especially those vegetables, which add up to three or four thousand kilograms, mixed with grains and meat, enough to eat for a long time, and balanced the nutrition of the clones.

  No accident, these grains were probably brought by the plunderers from Brown Farm in the autumn wind.

  In addition to food, there are also some furs such as hyena skins, deerskins, wild boarskins and even bear skins. There are 230 pieces in total.

   It is unlikely that all of these furs came from Bate Street.

  Bette Street has a total of 100 families. Even if the marrow of the old leech is extracted, they may not be able to collect these tributes.

  Chu Guang speculated that there must be a considerable part of it, which were tributes from other nearby survivors' settlements.

  These looters have been busy collecting loot all autumn, and before they have time to enjoy them, they have all taken advantage of their new owners.

   And Chu Guang naturally had no plans to return them.

   Rules on the Wasteland.

  Whoever finds it belongs to whoever it is.

  The gate of the village ignited a raging fire, and the sparks that were blown away by the north wind kept floating in the direction of the main building.

   Looking at the fire in front of him, and thinking of the contents of the two diaries, Chu Guang felt a little emotional in his heart.

   pulled out the "silver snake" revolver inserted in his waist, and he fired a shot at the sky.

"boom--!"

  The sound of gunshots echoed in the snow-covered streets and was drowned in the wind and snow, which was a confession of the souls who died here.

   Swiped away the white smoke wafting from the barrel.

  Chu Guang inserted the revolver back into the gun pocket made by Fujiteng, turned to look at the waiting players, and walked in front of them.

"go home!"

   (end of this chapter)