This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 42 Please respect yourself!

   "thirsty...water..."

  I don't know how long I was in a coma, and Xia Yan, who gradually woke up, only felt very hungry, and his throat was as dry as a soldering iron.

The    arm sank like lead.

  's hazy vision seemed to be separated by a layer of fog. She tried hard to get up from the ground, but gave up after trying it.

   Until her gaze landed on the plastic bottle and packaging bag not far away.

   rushed over, Xia Yan grabbed the plastic bottle, and no matter what liquid it was in, he raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

   Instant relief of thirst.

   Poured the last drop of water into his mouth, Xia Yan threw the bottle away, and then picked up the plastic packaging from the ground and tore it open like a starving ghost.

   Intuition tells her that there is food in it!

   However, when she saw the dark things inside, her starving expression was obviously stunned.

  What is this...

   came closer and smelled it, but it didn't stink.

   After some hesitation, Xia Yan finally made up his mind and took a sip carefully.

   And at the moment when her lips and teeth touched, her expression suddenly stopped, and then her pupils vibrated violently.

This!

   What is this taste!

   Stuffed the black thing into his mouth in one go, and Xia Yan, who had eaten it completely, licked his lips, not even letting go of the plastic packaging, and she turned it over and slid around.

   At this time, the alloy door in front of him opened.

  Xia Yan raised his head and saw the man standing at the door.

"woke up?"

   instinctively shrank back in fear, Xia Yan hurriedly glanced at the clothes on his body and nodded.

"Um."

   "Is it delicious?"

   Although she wanted to show a bit of backbone, she didn’t listen to her.

"good to eat……"

  Chu Guang smiled lightly.

   "Do you still want it?"

   "Think." Xia Yan nodded sharply.

   Satisfied with her answer, Chu Guang nodded.

   "What you just ate is called chocolate."

   "From today, you work for me, and you can do whatever I ask you to do."

   "In exchange, I can provide you with safe shelter and food. In addition, if your performance is satisfactory to me, I will give you another piece of that thing."

  Xiayan has never eaten chocolate, but I only heard that it was a popular food before the war, and it was also a pleasure for the upper class in Boulder City.

   "...that's what chocolate tastes like?"

   The index finger touched his lips subconsciously, Xia Yan's face was stunned, and regret gradually appeared in his eyes.

  !

  I knew it was time to eat slowly!

  Chu Guang was of course impossible to guess what she was thinking.

  If you know, you will definitely roll your eyes.

   Just a piece of chocolate...

   As for?

   "Yes," Chu Guang continued, looking at Xia Yan who was sitting on the ground, "So your answer is?"

   "I do."

   Xia Yan answered without hesitation, not even asking what Chu Guang planned to do.

   After all, there was no choice.

  The self who lost half of his leg, even if he returned to Boulder City, the final result would be nothing more than stink and rot in the alleys of the slums.

   is like a rotten orange peel.

   No one would care at all.

  Can live, naturally no one wants to die.

   At least he doesn't have this ideological awareness yet.

  Xia Yan turned his head, closed his eyes appointedly, and said in a low voice.

   "Although I haven't tried it, it should be fine. I know what you want...lighter."

"What?"

  Chu Guang was stunned subconsciously, but after all, he was an old driver who had been driving for so many years. He saw her expression and guessed that she was thinking about it, and immediately put his face straight and said seriously.

   "Lady, please take care of yourself, I'm seriously discussing work issues with you now."

   If you do this again.

   Then I can't be serious.

   Hearing Chu Guang's words, Xia Yan was also stunned.

  What?

   Didn’t this guy kidnap him because he wanted to have a baby? ? ?

   The pupils vibrated violently, and it seemed that he had finally distinguished the brain tonic from the reality. Xia Yan's face gradually turned the color of pig liver.

   turned her head in shame, she stared at the crack in the corner of the wall and said fiercely.

"Kill me……"

  Chu Guang: "???"

  What?

  …

   It took a while for Chu Guang and Xia Yan, who was lying on the ground, to briefly explain the situation here.

  Games are not popular in the wasteland. Using the concept of players to explain them will only confuse the opponent. Chu Guang is too lazy to play the piano to the cow, so he simply uses words that she can understand.

   "Simply put, my men and I plan to build a survivor colony on the surface, expel aliens, take refugees, and restore order in this area."

   After hearing Chu Guang's words, Xia Yan had a disapproving expression on his face.

  How confident it is to say such unrealistic things.

   Restoring order?

In the past two hundred years, countless people have tried this, but no one has succeeded. Instead, there are more and more alien species entrenched in the city, more and more mutants, and the survival space of the survivors is constantly being squeezed. Situation 1 A year is not as good as a year.

   "Do you think restoring order is as simple as building a wall?"

  Xia Yan, whose heart was hurt, said in a slightly sarcastic tone, "You really should go to Boulder City to see, there are countless people stronger than you, and even they can only linger on the edge of the Third Ring Road. What do you think you can do?"

"Of course I have my plan," Chu Guang, who hadn't thought about such a thing, looked at her calmly and continued, "I didn't plan to use a few months to achieve this goal, I knew it would be a A protracted campaign, and I am determined to complete it with the sacrifice of generations."

   is not annoying.

   is just a setting, can you let me finish?

  Chu Guang of course knew that restoring order was not something that could be done with a single sentence, and he never thought that he was invincible in the world just because he had killed a few looters and poor ghosts living in the outer suburbs.

   But this is his character.

   or game settings.

   At least make players feel that this NPC is like that.

   However, the guy in front of him obviously only heard the second half of the sentence.

generations?

   Xia Yan shrank back nervously.

   Fruit, do you still want to have children?

   "Back to the point," Chu Guang coughed lightly and continued, "You can assemble firearms, right? And maintenance of parts."

  Xia Yan nodded.

   "Yes, this is the basic skill."

   "Very good," Chu Guang nodded and continued, "From now on, you are the proprietress of the weapon shop."

   "What?" Xia Yan looked confused and didn't understand what he was saying.

   Because when Chu Guang said a certain word, he did not use the language of this world at all, but the Mandarin of the parallel world.

"The proprietress of the weapons store," Chu Guang stared at her, repeated word by word, and then continued, "This is your job, in simple terms, it is selling firearms and maintaining them. Someone Ask what you do, and you answer like that."

   "Selling guns?" Xia Yan asked in confusion, "To whom?"

   "Residents of the Refuge."

   "Ah?" Xia Yan was even more confused, "Aren't those people your subordinates?"

"Yes, but it's a bit different from what you understand about the subordinates," Chu Guang paused and continued, "In short, we just got out of the ground now, we need to concentrate our efforts on major tasks, and there is a lack of materials. , so the planned economy is temporarily implemented, and everyone works together and eats around a cauldron."

"When the survival crisis is resolved and various resources begin to surplus, they need to take the initiative to exert their enthusiasm for production and consciously step out of their comfort zone to forge ahead. At that time, our settlement will change a set of rules. Such as food, medicine, weapons, and other resources. , are no longer free.”

   "Since you mentioned Boulder City, then you should know about chips, right? It's actually a meaning."

   Obviously the woman didn't understand what she was saying.

  Survivors in the wasteland, if they have a little education, they can again be the son of a rich man, just like the old Charlie who was eating and waiting to die in Bette Street. If you know a skill, you can also find a job in a factory, help the bigwigs burn boilers, dispense medicines, and repair power armor.

  Only the poor can trade their lives for money.

   Just like this lady Xia in front of her.

   In the wasteland, mercenaries have never been a glamorous profession, but a group of cheap cannon fodder without subsistence allowances and allowances.

   But Chu Guang didn't care either.

   All he needs is a tool man who can execute his orders.

Knowledge? experience? Quality?

   can be learned.

   After a pause, Chu Guang looked at her and said.

   "The language our people use is a bit different from the people on the surface. But it's not a big problem, I'll teach you a few simple lines for daily communication."

   "You just have to do as I say."

   Thanks to the book friend "Zhou porride" for the reward~~~~~~

   (end of this chapter)