This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 679 "Art" is the primary productive force

  Shelter 404, B4 floor.

   Sun Yuechi, who walked into the reading room through the trap door, looked at Chu Guang sitting on the sofa with a puzzled expression.

   "What's so late?"

  Since he came to Dawn City, he has completely adapted to the life here. On weekdays, he goes to work from nine to five, and on rest days, he wanders the streets of Dawn City.

In his own words, the prosperity of Shuguang City is no worse than that of the North Island in the southern sea area. Obviously, the richness of products is far worse than that of the equatorial circle, but the people here just played with limited materials. flower.

   Especially diet.

  After eating pig's knuckle rice once, he wished to show off this thing three times a day, and lamented that what he ate in the past thirty years was simply pig food.

  In his opinion, the only fly in the ointment of this settlement is that its foundation is weak. Perhaps because of the rapid expansion, many supporting infrastructures have not kept up.

It happened that he himself was an expert in the field of communication engineering, so he simply found a job in a local communication company, served as a technical consultant, and started the work of laying out communication base station networks and channel planning, which can be regarded as contributing to the reconstruction of civilization. .

As for Chu Guang, he has been planning the "Slime Mold Research Community" these days, dealing with the three parties of the Enterprise Academy Legion and a group of little shrimps clamoring for help from the bosses, and has no time to pay attention to the distant southern sea area. , and the resigned manager of Vault 70 has nothing to do with each other.

  Looking at Sun Yuechi who sat down opposite the sofa with a confused face, Chu Guang took out a holographic computer pen and put it on the table, and clicked on the azure blue holographic image.

  It was a bust drawn by Xiao Qi based on the clues reported by the players.

   I have to say that it still looks a bit like a real person.

   "Do you know this person?"

   Staring at the image for a while, Sun Yuechi frowned, and suddenly looked at Chu Guang in surprise.

   "Huang Guangwei?"

   Sure enough, I know.

  Chu Guang looked at the former No. 70 shelter manager in front of him, and his expression suddenly became subtle.

   Unable to figure out the expression on Chu Guang's face, Sun Yuechi asked in confusion.

"What's up with him?"

  Chu Guang thought for a moment, then spoke.

   "He... found our settlement in the Baiyue Strait, told us something about the southern waters, and then proposed to meet with you."

  Sun Yuechi looked at him blankly.

   "What did he see me for..."

   After studying the expression on his face for a moment, Chu Guang suddenly spoke.

   "Do you know that Vault 70 and the Federation of the Southern Islands are at war?"

   "Ah?!" The moment Sun Yuechi heard this sentence, he was stunned on the spot, his mouth opened wide, as if he lost his words for a moment.

  That dazed expression didn't look like it was faked.

   But think about it too.

  Chu Guang thought that if he heard that Vault 404 was fighting with the Alliance, he would probably be overwhelmed by shock, and couldn't figure out how these two things fought.

In addition, there is a straight-line distance of more than 2,000 kilometers between the southern sea area and Dawn City, so it is normal that the news cannot reach here. The "Survivor Daily" only reported on the related matters of the French Fry Port, and did not do a very detailed report on the southern sea area. reports.

"Anyway, that's how things are," Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and gently touched the computer pen, shrinking the light blue light hanging above the pen tip, "However, our people feel that there may be some doubts behind this war, more The clues are yet to be further investigated.”

"Wait, why did you fight?!" As if suddenly coming back to his senses, Sun Yuechi opened his mouth in surprise, his face changed from rosy to pale, "I, I didn't authorize the arsenal at all when I left Access permissions, why would-"

"Maybe it's because of this," Chu Guang interrupted him, staring at him and continued, "According to that Mr. Huang Guangwei, when they were attacked by the Federation of the Southern Islands, they were completely suppressed and beaten unilaterally." Except for the resistance of a few submarines scattered in the vast sea area, most of the personnel in the shelter have completely retracted into the No. 70 shelter."

   "Where is he now?!"

  Sun Yuechi sat up straight from the sofa, raised his head and stared at Chu Guang intently.

   Chu Guang looked into his eyes and continued.

   "He'll be leaving Chip Harbor early tomorrow morning, and you'll see him in two days."

  For some reason, Sun Yuechi, who was anxious to see that compatriot just a second ago, became embarrassed after hearing that he would see him in two days.

   He could probably guess what he was worried about, Chu Guang said with a soft sigh.

   "That is your compatriot after all, I think it would be better for you to meet him. And I heard from my people that when they picked up that guy on the beach, half of his life was left."

  Sun Yuechi's Adam's apple moved slightly, but he couldn't say a word.

   Those pupils were filled with complex emotions.

   After a while, he spoke slowly.

   "The person who attacked him...is the Federation of the Southern Islands?"

"I don't think so," Chu Guang continued in a very soft voice, looking at those eyes ignited with hope, "According to his description, he was chased and killed by a group of blue-skinned amphibious mutants. Activities on the northern side of the southern sea—"

"It must be the torch!" Sun Yuechi widened his eyes, clenched his fists on his knees, and his voice trembled with anger, "Those guys... only they are the only ones who don't shy away from cooperating with mutants! This war must be theirs What a ghost behind the scenes!"

  Chu Guang nodded.

   "I think so too, but it is not an easy task to convince the warring parties to cease fire, especially when one of them has a clear upper hand."

  Sun Yuechi looked at Chu Guang pleadingly.

   "Please, please help us! I have given you the sanctuary authority—"

   Chu Guang looked at him sharply, and interrupted him unceremoniously.

"If I had known it would turn out like this, I would actually rather you hadn't done so. At least half of the reason for the current chaos in the southern seas is because you walked away and let go of your responsibilities prematurely." .”

  When Sun Yuechi heard the second half of the sentence, a painful expression appeared on Sun Yuechi's face, and he put his hands together on his nose.

  Chu Guang did not continue to embarrass him, but continued in a moderate tone.

"Now things have to be resolved one by one. The fuse of the war was the blowing up of the ocean current power station. At present, the two sides have different opinions on this. We first need to determine whether this is an act directed and performed by the Federation or whether it is instigated by the Torch Church. .Among the top federal authorities, is there anyone you can trust? We hope to investigate the real cause of the destruction of the ocean current power station."

  Sun Yuechi said bitterly.

   "When I left, the situation was far from deteriorating to this point...Although those settlements formed a federation to put pressure on us, that's all, otherwise I wouldn't have traveled this far."

  Seeing how this guy didn't know what to ask, Chu Guang couldn't help holding his forehead.

  He couldn't help but want to criticize this guy, how does a manager do his job?

  The navy of this federation was not conjured out of thin air, right?

  Since before this guy left, the survivors in the southern sea area were already divided into two factions on the issue of whether to introduce Naguo, which of the two factions should be the loudest, right?

   Just when Chu Guang was having a headache, Sun Yuechi's eyes lit up suddenly as if he remembered something, and he spoke.

   "Wait, there's someone... who might be able to help you."

  Chu Guang asked immediately.

"who?"

   "Muda! I write to you!"

   As he spoke, Sun Yuechi picked up the pen and sticky note on the coffee table, and hurriedly wrote a line on it.

   Don't just write the person's name.

  He also wrote something like a letter of introduction by the way, briefly explaining the situation, and expressing his wish to assist in the investigation of the blown up ocean current power station.

  Chu Guang reached out to take the note he handed over, stared at the words on it twice, and asked Chi Chi.

   "Who is this person?"

  Facing Shang Chuguang's inquiring gaze, Sun Yuechi said sincerely.

"Before I left, he was the captain of the maritime patrol team in the southern waters. He was a very nice young man. On the issue of the Church of the Torch, he was a centrist, or he was not very interested in whether to introduce that Naguo. "

   "I'm not sure what he's doing now... but if he's still on patrol, he should be able to help you out!"

  …

   Early morning.

  The port of the circular island.

   Director Stilwell, with a beer belly, yawned with his mouth as big as a hippopotamus. After fumbling for a while on his belt, he found the key, and opened the door of the port office with two clatters.

  He had just sat down on his desk when the siren sound from outside the window interrupted his unfinished dream.

   Looking out the window blankly.

  When he saw the freighter with the white bear flag moored at the port draw up its anchor chain, Director Stilwell was taken aback for a moment, then opened his mouth wide in surprise, and jumped up from his chair in overjoyed joy.

   Unbelievable!

   That Nougat, who was stuck at the port, put away the anchor? !

  He picked up the hat on the table without saying a word, hurriedly stepped through the door that had just been closed for less than half a minute, and went down the stairs outside the port office to the port.

  There were many people standing by the port, most of them were stevedores, and some were passers-by.

  Looking at the Rourou that was about to leave, many young men showed regretful expressions on their faces.

Pity.

   They had to say goodbye to the ship before they even had time to ask the girl of their dreams by name.

  Not far away, I saw a girl with short hair standing on the side of the ship, waving vigorously towards the port.

   "Oh! Goodbye! Friends of the roundabout! Thank you for taking me in during this period of time, and I have caused you a lot of trouble. We will remember this kindness!"

   Rourou who was lying on the edge of the railing quickly turned to look at her.

   "giao! Why did I write it down!"

  Tail blinked playfully.

   "Hey, don't worry about these details."

   "Hey, what a ghost!"

  Although he didn't want to see this guy again at all, Stilwell still put on a friendly face, waved the hat in his hand and shouted hypocritically.

   "Bon voyage, come often when you are free!"

  Don't come here again!

   Didn't hear the unwelcome in that voice at all, Tail, who broke free from the fleshy bear's claws, excitedly raised the volume and shouted.

   "Oh! Definitely!"

  The elated voice gradually faded away with the long whistle of the cargo ship.

  Looking at the cargo ship going away, Director Stilwell put his hat on his head happily.

   Thank goodness!

   It can be regarded as sending this group of plague gods away!

  Shortly after the Rourou left the port, Mogave, who was standing on the deck of the Northwest Wind cargo ship, looked at Captain Song Haining standing aside and said with a smile.

   "Mr. Captain, let's set off too!"

  Song Haining didn't say much, but just shouted towards the back of the deck.

   "Heavy anchor!"

   The Northwest Wind docked on the pier also sounded its whistle.

   It has been three days since the cargo ship arrived at the port.

During these three days, the girls of the Moon Clan on the cargo ship Rourou not only helped him dispose of the more than a thousand pieces of furs, but also cleaned the cargo ship Northwest Wind inside and out for him. The deck was so clean and shiny. It's like putting on a layer of wax!

  Now the cargo ship can no longer smell the slightest smell of rotten meat, but instead has a faint fragrance of a girl.

   It may be a psychological effect!

  Facing the brand-new Mistral Wind, Captain Song Haining could no longer find any faults.

  Thanks to this, the relationship between Mogave and the old captain has also eased, and it is no longer as tense as it was three days ago.

   And the old captain didn't yell anymore about driving him and his cargo off the ship, but just emphasized once again not to throw unwrapped fresh food on the deck again.

  Now the cargo on the Northwest Wind cargo ship has changed from iron ore and coal mines to a few stacks of precious furs and dozens of boxes of pearls, shells, corals, and other aquatic products, as well as some industrial products that the Hump Kingdom just lacks.

   Waiting for the ship to dock at Silver Moon Bay, the journey will be considered complete.

  But this trip is not over yet, he has already started planning the next trip.

  The feng shui treasure called Potato Fries Harbor is stuck at the east estuary of the Baiyue Strait, and sooner or later it will be discovered by other passing merchant ships.

   When a stable route is formed and other competitors join in, it will be difficult to imagine making a fortune like last time!

  Looking at the sea due west just like Mojavey, Captain Song Haining standing on the side of the ship suddenly spoke.

   "It would be nice if the port could be built sooner."

   Mo Jiawei looked at Captain Song Haining standing aside with a look of surprise, and said in surprise.

   "My friend, have you finally changed your mind about them?"

   "My impression of them has never been bad. At most, they are wary when they meet for the first time. What I really hate are people who don't keep their promises." Song Haining stared at him meaningfully.

   "Okay, my friend, I've cleaned it up for you, let's let this matter go." Mojavey smiled awkwardly, and touched his nose in embarrassment.

  Retracting his gaze from his face, Song Haining looked in the direction of Baiyue Strait again.

   "One thing to say, they are really serious about what they do. If they are still there in the future, maybe I will go to them to wash the boat next time."

  How about opening a ship washing company?

   Such an idea suddenly appeared in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt a little confused.

  At his age, it is already a bit difficult for him to continue to run the boat. He even has to put a chair in the pilothouse when he is at the helm, and sit and rest from time to time.

   It happened that after so many years at sea, he knew many captains, including young guys and old guys like him, and they all had good relationships.

  If you really open a ship washing company, you don’t have to worry about getting customers...

  …

In this way, under the sunshine in the early morning, two cargo ships, led by the patrol speedboats, the Meat and the Northwest Wind, avoided the minefield and headed towards the east of the Baiyue Strait one after the other. Drive into the sea.

   At the same time, on the south side of Chips Harbor, a team of strength animals wearing exoskeletons are walking towards the coastline carrying tropical teak trees that are nearly ten meters long and have their branches cut off.

As the one with the smallest deformation coefficient among many woods, teak has the best bending resistance. It is not only quite wear-resistant, but also has good resistance to humid environments because it grows in the rainforest. Without a lot of reinforced concrete A pretty good substitute when available.

  The only shortcoming that is not considered a shortcoming is probably the weight of this thing.

   Among these logs, even the lightest one weighs nearly a ton. Even if it is carried by a miner's exoskeleton, the burden imposed on the body is not small.

  However, this is only for the average person.

  For strength-type animals, this load is only moderate.

   But the sandy beach couldn't support their feet, and the soft sand would cover their calves with one step.

  After tossing and turning a few times, the footprints left on the beach are like fields plowed by old cattle.

  At this moment, at the end of the rows of footprints, there are wooden stakes arranged neatly on the beach.

  These stakes are the base of the pier.

   Lay wooden slats vertically, and then cover wooden boards horizontally, it can be counted as a simple pier.

  Although the shareholders of Potato Fries Harbor have decided to hire the construction team of Ideal City to build the wharf, it is obvious that the project of tens of millions of Cr cannot be finalized in a day or two.

  There is a long process from tendering to bidding to design proposals and the final start of construction. Before that, it is impossible for Chips Port to watch cargo ships slipping away.

   Therefore, everyone unanimously decided that before completing the official port construction, a few wooden piers extending to the deep water area should be built on the beach just south, and they will be used.

  When the concrete port dedicated to freight is built in the future, this wooden pier does not need to be wasted, and it will be directly transformed into a yacht berthing area and a passenger port for tourists to board and disembark.

  Although there is no shadow of the port yet, the small players in Potato Chips have already planned the future tourism industry.

   Now after nearly three days of construction, the pier extending into the deep water area has been roughly outlined by the construction players.

   Although there are still some difficulties in loading and unloading goods, if you are careful, it is basically no problem to walk alone.

  In the absence of engineering ships and professional wharf construction equipment, this construction speed is already quite outrageous.

  But the construction team of all awakened people is probably the only one left on the wasteland.

  Afterwards, they will get some large stones from the nearby hills, pile them near the base of the pier, and reinforce the base of the pier.

   At that time, not only loading and unloading people, but also loading and unloading goods will be no problem.

   Wearing an exoskeleton, Daoxialiuren carried a piling hammer on his shoulder, raised his arm and wiped the sea water on his face, and shouted at his brothers who were working hard.

   "Everyone, work harder! Let's try to clear the pier today!"

   "Oh oh oh!" The players who were working on the beach with their hammers yelled and responded unevenly, but they lost the energy they had when they laid the first pile three days ago.

  But this is inevitable.

   The freshness of players is always a parabola.

  Although the wages paid by the construction team are not low, doing the same repetitive work all the time will somewhat affect some enthusiasm for production subjectively.

   Often, lost morale can be filled elsewhere.

   Including material rewards, but also spiritual satisfaction.

  For example, when you work in Dawn City, you can not only get rewards that are equivalent to your labor, but also get a "beautiful" from the crowd.

  However, working here is surrounded by my own people, so it is still a bit boring after a long time.

   "Brother Dao! When will we be able to spawn NPCs in our port?"

   "Shouldn't I stop swiping?"

   "Planner Dog doesn't seem to have said that someone will definitely come after building a house?"

   "Damn!"

  Listening to everyone's complaints, the man under the knife coughed dryly and said while drawing a cake.

   "Brothers, don't panic! Maybe you will spawn NPCs when the pier is built!"

   Coincidentally, when his voice fell, there was movement on the sea in the distance.

  A sharp-eyed strength player raised his head, glanced towards the southeast, and suddenly shouted as if he had discovered a new continent.

   "Brother Dao! There is a ship coming from the east... Oh no, it seems to be two ships!"

   As soon as the voice fell, Brother Dao hadn't reacted yet, but a group of players around him became interested first, stopped what they were doing, and looked in the direction that the brother pointed out.

   "Damn it?"

"real or fake?"

  Kaoxialiuren also looked up, and sure enough, he saw the increasingly clear shadow of the boat.

  Seeing the flag, he was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he shouted immediately.

   "It's the tails!"

  Hearing this sentence, the group of animals who were a little tired a second ago suddenly cheered up.

   Not because of the tail.

   It's the more than one thousand beautiful ladies in maid outfits on the tail boat!

  Why are they working so hard?

   Isn’t it just to make the fries port lively sooner!

   "Good guy, I'm finally going to farm NPCs!"

   "Tie Jue, work harder! Our pier is almost there!"

"Art!!"

   "Aww!"

   "Fuck, you guys are too real, aren't you?!"

   This time, there was no need to leave people shouting under the sword, and the strength animals became excited like they had been injected with chicken blood.

  With the desperate efforts of everyone, the wharf, which was originally a construction site, was paved towards the shore at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   Not only did people under the knife look dumbfounded, even Sisi, who was standing on the deck holding a telescope, was also dumbfounded.

  Looking at the group of wolves crying and howling, her lips moved up and down unconsciously, and she read aloud in a daze.

   "What are they... excited about?"

  While talking, she subconsciously turned her head to look at Awei at the side, and instinctively told her what this guy should know.

  Obviously knowing why Sisi looked at him, he looked away with a subtle expression on his tail, and whistled in a muddled way, but Jiujiu didn't blow it for a long time.

   "Ahaha...haha..." Looking at the beach in the distance, Sesame Paste smiled troublesomely.

  Her hearing is different from that of ordinary people. Facing the sea breeze blowing, she could hear those little friends cheering.

but…

   Let’s just pretend I didn’t hear it.

  —

   (Thanks to the leaders of "Nan Lang Bei Sang" and "Long Night Embers in Lin Hai Xue Yuan" for their rewards!!)

  (end of this chapter)