This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 759 The new wind blowing to the wasteland

  The cold wind and snow howled on the endless tundra, and the fluffy lemming poked its head out of the snowdrift, and was frightened by the rumbling sound to hide back.

  A train with only four carriages is moving on the snow.

   This train has no rails, replaced by crawlers under the chassis. The carriages are connected by hook locks, and each carriage seems to have its own independent power system, but it seems that all the power is provided by the car in front.

  Sitting by the car window, Ye Shi stared intently at the vast and amazing tundra outside the window, with indescribable surprise written in his eyes.

  There is something planned by this dog.

  Although the number of players active in the Wandering Swamp is less than three digits, the operator of "Wasteland OL" still made this part of the map.

  The hailstones hitting the windows, the crushed snow being kicked up by the tracks, the reindeer walking across the tundra...

  Everything is so realistic.

  Sitting opposite him, Jiang Xuezhou misunderstood the surprise on his face, and said with slightly raised lips.

   "Isn't it big?"

   "It's really big..." Ye Shi nodded, and added with some emotion, "It's just a little deserted."

  What he couldn't understand the most was why the college had the most advanced technology in the wasteland, but left such a large piece of land undeveloped.

  If we say that the prosperity of Ideal City actually has some "moisture", such as colorful lights and shadows and information-rich endpoint clouds can give people the illusion of rapid technological advancement, but the technology of the college has indeed reached an awesome level.

  As the only survivor force in the wasteland that can produce anti-gravity devices without relying on black boxes and has the technology to make super-light speed engines, they actually hope to build a real utopia in this wasteland.

   It shouldn't be any harder than finding another colony in the universe and starting over.

   At least it seemed to him as a student.

  Jiang Xuezhou tilted his head, not quite understanding what he meant by deserted.

   At this moment, the researcher sitting at the next table smiled and interrupted.

   "Of course, this is the northernmost part of the Central Continent. The fragile ecosystem can withstand the current population. It's fine now. Rather, things will become more troublesome if there are more people."

  Ye Shi looked at him puzzled.

   "Will it become troublesome if there are too many people?"

"After all, the boat ticket is fixed." Another fellow researcher flipped through the papers on the tablet in his hand, and said succinctly, "There has never been a 'ship' that can hold everyone. It was never included in the contract either."

  Ye Shi: "Contract?"

"That was a century and a half ago. We left the Great Rift Valley to escape the persecution of the Legion and the Enterprise. Some survivors who lost their source of livelihood due to the collapse of the post-war reconstruction committee followed our footsteps and found us. Hope we Take them in, so there is a scientific committee.”

  The researcher paused, looked out of the window, and continued in a tone that didn't have too many ups and downs.

"According to our promise, we will provide them with the nutrition they need to survive, and they have also promised to voluntarily give up all political power, join our plan, and obey our management. We have provided them with the treatment promised, and even gave them to obey management Rewards for those who ... the latter is what they are committed to. Is there any reason why we should raise their standard of living?"

  Ye Shi looked at him in surprise: "Good guy, you are more capitalists than capitalists."

  The researcher froze for a moment, and looked at him with a strange expression.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but at least we didn't deceive them. We told them clearly from the beginning that the academy is not a charity, nor a country, but a research organization. Our ultimate goal is to complete our ark , we will leave after we are done. We have never begged them to live on our territory. Or, do you think it is more correct to draw a pie that is out of reach for wastelanders like a company? "

   This statement sounds reasonable.

  At eleven o'clock at night, he couldn't think of how to refute, especially when he suddenly realized that this was his own business, and it was not his turn to be an outsider to make irresponsible remarks.

  However, just when he was about to end this topic, what he didn't expect was that Jiang Xuezhou, who had come to look like a good girl, suddenly spoke.

   "Didn't you also enter the academy?"

  The researcher glanced at her and said calmly.

   "Yeah, so what."

  Jiang Xuezhou couldn't help but said.

   "You were one of them before, why do you say they are like slaves..."

   "First of all, to correct your statement, I never said they were slaves." The man returned his gaze to the tablet and said calmly, "Then answer your question, you also said it was before."

   That's all he said, he didn't want to make enemies for himself because of this boring quarrel.

   This is the train departing from Ice Sea City, and the passenger traveling with her still wears the symbolic VM of the refuge residents on her arm, maybe it is a foreign guest invited by the cohesive body project.

  If this is the case, her mentor may have a lot of background.

  Jiang Xuezhou stared at him with an incomprehensible expression, unable to speak for a while.

"My fault, I have to apologize." Ye Shi coughed lightly, stood up from his seat, and tried to ease the atmosphere in the car, "Actually... our shelter is the same, a shelter that puts everyone in it It is impossible to exist, so some people can get in, some people can't get in, some people enjoy it early, and some people suffer early. For a greater goal, some people have to make sacrifices... This is reality and the most helpless Reality."

  The corner of the researcher's mouth curled up into a faint smile, but Jiang Xuezhou looked at Ye Shi in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that he would say such a thing.

  The latter didn't look at her, but just shrugged and continued.

"It's just that we really can't step on the feet of those who didn't get in because we were lucky enough to be born in a refuge. Our knowledge, technology, methods, and black boxes should belong to that era 'All of us'. Signing an unequal contract with a small group of poor people, only enjoying the inheritance left by 'us' and refusing to fulfill the obligations of 'us', I really don't understand...Being a coward can be because of the helplessness of reality But is that something to be proud of?"

  The researcher who was writing the paper twitched his brows, and chose to respond to these words in silence.

  The astonishment on Jiang Xuezhou's face turned into surprise, and then a triumphant smile appeared on his face, as if to say that he was right.

  Whispering voices sounded in the carriage, some people looked over, wanting to see what the guy who spoke wild words looked like, and some people curled their lips dismissively, not interested in the wisdom of mortals.

  Of course, some people showed contemplative expressions, really thinking about the rationality of this statement.

  In the Academy, voices of reason are relatively welcome, especially logical ones.

   This is also the biggest difference between the academy and other regions. If it is just an emotional output, no one will take care of it.

  But the instigator, Ye Shi, suddenly regretted it.

  His original intention was to apologize, and he shouldn't meddle in other people's business. However, with a scoop of his mouth, he ran away as he spoke, and couldn't help but utter a strange expression.

  Brother Fang Zhang is right, I really need to correct my problem of talking too much nonsense.

  They are here to make friends, not to offend anyone.

"Thanks."

  Looking at Ye Shi who was sitting back in his seat, Jiang Xuezhou blushed and whispered.

   "Hey, there's nothing to thank for that." Ye Shi said casually without thinking about what he helped her.

  Although he was very happy that he said what he wanted to say but didn't dare to say, but Jiang Xuezhou soon seemed to think of something, suddenly worried about gain and loss, and whispered.

   "By the way...you came here with that electronic pass. If you talk nonsense, your managers won't blame you, right?"

  The researchers sitting in this carriage are all equipped with bionic prosthetic bodies, and taking pictures and recording videos is just a matter of thought.

  She was worried that the news would cause diplomatic disputes, such as the alliance's refuge residents publicly criticizing the college's policies and the management methods of the Science and Technology Committee.

  Ye Shi was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile.

   "Huh? That's not true, our managers are not so narrow-minded."

   Not like dog curation.

   It’s fine to post an embarrassing picture, and it’s also against the rules to detain a completely innocent emoji from the notebook.

  It is too much to be true!

   While talking, a ray of human smoke appeared in the endless wilderness outside the window.

   That's an oil well.

  The "old-fashioned" design style makes Eleven Night think that he has returned to the real earth.

   When seeing the oil well, Jiang Xuezhou's expression suddenly cheered up.

"Here we are!"

   Just as the voice fell, the sound of arriving at the station also sounded in the carriage.

   "No. 721 has arrived, passengers who get off at this station, please get off in time."

  Ye Shi was about to help her with her luggage, but saw that the suitcase ran down from the shelf by itself, and the wheels rolled to the door of the carriage.

   "What are you doing standing there stupidly? We should go." Seeing Ye Shi who was standing motionless next to the seat, Jiang Xuezhou urged excitedly.

  She hasn't seen her family for a long time, others are timid, but she is looking forward to it.

   "Ah...okay."

  Ye Shiyi looked at her suitcase enviously, and followed her.

   High technology is still good!

  For a university monk who often has to take the high-speed rail home, this thing is much more attractive than nuclear fusion...

   A group of people stood in the buffer cabin, and as the outside door opened, the whistling wind and snow rolled in.

  Even though he was wearing a cold-proof suit and his whole body was covered with technology, Ye Shi still felt the biting cold rushing towards his face.

  This is a remote corner of the Wandering Swamp, where the settlement named "No. 721" is located.

  According to Jiang Xuezhou, the task of the local survivors is to exploit the oil under the permafrost layer in the year-round weather of minus 20 degrees to provide raw materials for the industrial area 50 kilometers away.

  Regularly, crawler vehicles will come to transport the fuel away, and at the same time bring the living supplies needed by the local area.

Although the era of prosperity has found a variety of biological or chemical synthesis methods for petroleum analogues, from the perspective of adapting measures to local conditions, this kind of drilling platform powered by a diesel engine is more suitable for the swampy environment and the special science and technology committee. organization.

  Advanced production methods are not always good.

   What the Science and Technology Committee needs to ensure is that the colonial ships heading to the future can be completed on schedule, and excessive production is tantamount to waste. The traditional laws of economics don't apply here, or even to most settlements in the Wasteland.

   There was another man and a woman who arrived at the station with them. The man was tall and thin with short hair. The woman wears a black ponytail and looks like the type who doesn't talk much.

   While Ye Shi was sizing up the two of them, the man looked at him with a slight smile, and suddenly said.

   "Excellent speech."

  Ye Shi was taken aback when he heard the words, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, coughed lightly and said.

   "I'm overwhelmed, but I'm a little ashamed, I always talk too much, I'm sorry to offend you—"

  Jiang Xuezhou pursed his lips lightly and muttered.

   "There's nothing to be ashamed of. You're right. Why apologize for the right thing? It's weird that those guys who feel offended have relatives and friends who live in that kind of place."

"Haha, I can't comment on the decision of the Science and Technology Committee, but... I agree with what this gentleman said. We should indeed use the knowledge left to us by the predecessors to do something. The pursuit of a better life should not become a kind of Guilty." The researcher rounded the field with a smile, and then introduced himself, "My name is Li Xiang, an E-level researcher. This is a prospector from the same department as me, named Wu Xiaoxiao."

  The girl named Wu Xiaoxiao nodded her head cautiously, and looked at Ye Shiyi, but her eyes were more on Xiao Jiang beside him.

  Ye Shi noticed a hint of awe and envy in her eyes.

   This is actually quite normal.

  Although Xiao Jiang is only a small D-rank, in the eyes of all E-ranks and prospectors, he is undoubtedly a big boss.

   "Ye Shi, this is Jiang Xuezhou."

  Although they thought that the two of them might know Xiao Jiang who was traveling with him, Ye Shi still introduced herself for her by the way.

   Li Xiang looked at the two of them and nodded politely, especially to the senior from his hometown.

  But what surprised Ye Shi was that he always felt that this guy was more interested in him.

   "I heard you're from the Alliance?"

  Ye nodded at ten o'clock.

   "Yes, I am a resident of Vault 404."

  The interest in Li Xiang's eyes grew stronger, especially when he heard about Vault 404.

   "Great... I have always been very interested in you, can you tell me in detail? How did you establish such a huge organization on the wasteland, and it only took two or three years."

   It can be seen from those interested eyes that he is really curious.

   I didn't expect to meet fans of the League in such a far away place, Ye Shi couldn't help feeling proud, and then said with a hearty smile.

   "That's a long story...Although it's only been two or three years, a lot has happened in these two or three years."

   "It's okay! We can talk while walking." Li Xiang looked at him eagerly, and this time even Jiang Xuezhou couldn't help pricking up his ears curiously.

"Okay, let me think about it..." While recalling the past, Ye Shi made up a story in a chatty tone, "Everything has to start from a mayor named Old Leech and a little Speaking of the fish girl..."

  Beautiful stories always warm people's hearts, and the howling wind and snow seem not so cold anymore.

  At first, he was just talking casually about how the flame of order rose from the wasteland, but Ye Shi suddenly moved himself as he talked.

   Not that he was bragging.

   At that time, it was really not easy. He was a t0 player and had to burn the cement himself. The server's full-level equipment turned out to be an iron-barrel rifle with a mirror!

   Not to mention the person who listened to the story, even he, the storyteller, was about to cry!

  The hearts of the three people who followed him were also touched, and a looming flame burned in their hearts unconsciously...

Just when Ye Shi overthrew the old mayor of Beit Street from Chuguang, and talked about the spark ignited outside the giant stone city, on the Borneo Sea, thousands or even tens of thousands of kilometers away from the wandering swamp, an inconspicuous ship The cargo ship is slowly approaching the largest trading port on the west coast of Borneo Province.

  Standing on the deck at the bow, Governor Nihak looked at the distant port in amazement, his eyes filled with indescribable surprise.

  The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the busy concrete pier, and rows of red brick bungalows are lined up on both sides of the four or five meter wide brick and stone street.

  The prosperity here seems to be no less than that of the changed King Gallen Port.

   Even more luxurious and busier than that!

  Wilanters are not inferior to the architects of alliances, enterprises, and colleges in terms of artistic attainments, especially in large and beautiful buildings, they have a huge and unique aesthetic understanding like the caliber of their cannons.

   Some Villant people seem to have settled here. Not only did they bring their wives, houses, and dinars from Triumph City, they also brought their elegant lifestyle here.

Governor Nihak saw a supervisor with a high nose bridge waving a whip in his hand, urging the group of bare-chested laborers to carry a large box that could fit them in, and come up on the hot concrete pier that was baked by the scorching sun. Shuttle back and forth.

   That familiar taste!

  Looking at the scene in front of him, Governor Nihak took a deep breath, and couldn't help crying for a while.

came back!

   are finally back!

   Not far behind him, the fluffy white bear stared at his back with disgust, and couldn't help muttering.

   "Can I throw him overboard?"

"It's not allowed, Rourou, he's a mission item! Customers from Youtiao Port have paid a lot of travel expenses." Standing beside her, with his tail on the railing, he was looking excitedly at The legendary Xifan Port.

   What a big port!

   This settlement is probably no smaller than Port Kingaren, and there may be more than one million people!

   Besides the natives of Borneo Province, there are also a large number of Weilant people living in the port area. It seems that the goods they brought should not worry about selling!

   Not long after, the cargo ship moored to the port, and a Willant officer stepped onto the deck.

   Walked out of the captain's room, while handing out the cargo list, Sis took out the VM and showed the Weilante officer his certificate and the barcode for identification.

   "This is an electronic pass issued by Viscosity, and we want to apply for permission to go ashore."

"It's up to you," the Willant officer glanced at the ID and said with a chuckle, "We will guarantee your legal rights, but I still advise you to only move around the port area. Those rats It’s better for a lady like you not to walk around at night or go into an alley, as our guards may not be able to see it.”

   Aware of the unkind look in the eyes, Sisi didn't care, and just said concisely.

   "Then I won't bother you, as long as you don't play tricks."

  As if he had heard some funny joke, the Willant man laughed, and curled his lips after laughing enough.

  "We don't bother to be clever, we will go to the battlefield to grab what we are interested in."

   I am afraid that only Willant people can puff up their chests and say these words.

  Sisi shrugged and said teasingly.

"You can tell your own people about this kind of cowhide. There is no need to tell us. People who do business with us have made a fortune, but if they want to steal even a copper coin from us, they have to be prepared to collapse. Mental preparation for two teeth."

   Hearing the thorn hidden in the words, the Willant officer smiled indifferently, and made a pompous gesture of invitation.

   "My dear De Colo, Director of the Port Office of Xifan Port, welcome to Xifan Port, I hope you have a good time here!"

   After speaking, he handed the cargo list to the deputy on the side, and he got off the cargo ship.

   In addition to more than 20 passengers, the cargo ship Meat carried 500 tons of canned herring and 150 tons of spirits brewed from potatoes.

   These are the special products of King Gallon Port, and they are also the two commodities most demanded by the Willant people. Although there is not much room for bargaining, there is no need to worry about selling them.

   There are at least five or six thousand Willanters who immigrated to Xifan Port. Counting the floating population, it may exceed ten thousand. The daily consumption of herring and spirits can be calculated in tons.

  In addition, a few hundred nautical miles to the northwest is the port of the Southern Army, even if the local consumption is not exhausted, it can be sold there.

  In addition to the two commodities of herring and spirits, there are some miscellaneous things.

   Such as refrigerators, watches, furniture, electrical appliances, and even old books or other handicrafts from Yinyue Bay.

After getting off the ship, Sisi rented a covered cargo beach at the bazaar through the port office, and then directed a group of crew members to carry a few boxes of bulk goods to the stall as samples, and put price tags on them for sale. .

  The four people agreed to take turns to take care of the stalls in groups of two, and the grouping was decided by lottery.

  Group 1 is Sisi and sesame paste.

  In order to pass the time when there were no guests, Sisi bought a local best-selling book from the market and began to read.

Sesame Paste looked at the passers-by curiously at first, but soon found that all the people walking in this area were from Willant, and felt bored after reading for a long time, so he picked up a book from the wooden box containing old books, Learned from Sisi and flipped through it.

   Coincidentally, the book she picked up was "Boll the Awakened" that Awei had been thinking about.

  At first, she just read the two chapters casually with the mentality of flipping through them, but soon she was attracted by the ups and downs of the plot, and she was fascinated by it without knowing it.

As the time passed, Sisi had already concluded two deals before he knew it. He sold 100 tons of canned herring at a price of 6,300 silver coins per ton, and sold 80 tons of potatoes at a price of 11,221 silver coins per ton. spirits.

  In Xifan Port, the market retail price is about twice as expensive as the wholesale price. For example, canned herring with a wholesale price of 6.3 silver coins per kilogram will eventually be sold on the shelves at a retail price of 12-15 dinars per box (200g).

In fact, if you do a little conversion, based on the minimum retail price of 12 dinars, the "wholesale price" of 200 grams of canned food is about 6 dinars, and one kilogram is 30 dinars, which is exactly the same as the real wholesale price of 6.3 silver coins per kilogram. The difference is around 5 times.

  The highest exchange ratio between silver coins and dinars is basically around 1:5.

   But if it is spirits, the calculated ratio is often higher than this value.

   Feeling a little curious about this interesting phenomenon, Sis wrote it down in the notebook he carried with him, intending to update it in the post after going offline for a while as what he saw during the trip.

  Looking at Sisi who was working hard, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of the sesame paste that had been fishing for an hour. He quietly closed the novel spread out on his lap, and planned to work hard for a while.

   You can't always leave everything to Sisi alone, at least...sell one order before the sun goes down!

   Just when she was thinking this way, a customer happened to stroll up to her booth.

  The man looked thin and plainly dressed. He wasn't from Willant, but he didn't look like a local either. He looked a bit like a priest of the Silver Moon Sect in Silver Moon Bay.

  Sesame Paste is very familiar with this type of person, even so familiar that he can recognize him from the crowd at a glance.

   After all, every time she doesn't wear a hat to cover the cat ears on the top of her head, these people will rush to worship her with fanaticism.

  The man glanced at the books on her lap, then looked at the basket of old books next to her, rubbed his chin and asked curiously.

   "Are these books intended for sale?"

  Hearing that someone was interested in these books, a smile appeared on Sesame Paste's face, and he said in a melodious voice.

   "Of course, are you interested as a guest?"

  The man nodded honestly.

"How much?"

   Sesame Paste said enthusiastically.

   "We sell by the ton, and there are almost two or three thousand copies per ton, and only 2,000 silver coins!"

  However, to her surprise, the man shook his head after hearing this, and complained in a low voice.

   "It's too cheap, how can such precious things as books be sold cheaper than canned herring!"

  But this is an old book...

  Looking at the guests who stamped their feet and shook their heads, Sesame Paste made a helpless expression and said tentatively.

   "So... 2500?"

  Before she finished speaking, the guest had already pulled out a banknote from the plain robe.

   "Just 2000 silver coins, no need to bargain, just give me a ton."

  Although in principle the price starts at 5 tons, considering that he is the first customer, Sesame Paste made an exception to accept the money and issued a ticket for him to pick up the goods.

   "Just take this ticket and pick up the goods on the cargo ship Rourou... Well, can I ask, what are you planning to do with these books?"

  The man didn't hide anything, and said devoutly.

   "I am a servant of the Silver Moon Goddess. I came to this barren land to spread the gospel of the Silver Moon Goddess. It's a pity that the local survivors are too ignorant and their wisdom is not developed. I plan to start by teaching them how to read."

   Sesame Paste looked at him in surprise, and unconsciously tightened the hat on his head with his right hand.

   It is said that the Moon Clan has just been purged by the emperor of Xilan, so is it really okay for the Silver Moon Sect to preach here?

   It's hard to say whether there is some kind of connection between the two. After all, Silver Moon Bay and Borneo Province are so close, and many things are unclear.

  However, she soon thought that this place was ruled by the Willant people, and the emperor should not be able to control it.

   "Then I wish you good luck... Ah, by the way, in fact, in addition to used books, running a newspaper can also improve the literacy rate." Halfway through the talk, she suddenly remembered something, so she kindly reminded her.

   “…Newspaper?”

  The man murmured a few words to himself as if realizing something, and his eyes gradually brightened, "Well... this is indeed a good idea, you can try it, but what is written in the newspaper?"

   "It might be better to serialize some popular stories, for example... how about this book?"

   As he spoke, Sesame Paste handed him the "Boll the Awakened" in his hand, and said eagerly.

"I remember that the "Daily Survivor" in Boulder City was first popular because of the novels serialized in the sub-journal! Once people have a common language and topic, they will take the initiative to learn even if they don’t have to be urged. Will be involved in the creation."

  She still remembers that the first newspapers published novels that were modified by some players in reality, but later the stories that became popular were all the stories created by the residents of Boulder City themselves.

  Looking at the book that the girl stuffed into his hand, the pastor showed a flattered expression on his face.

   "Ah, this is too embarrassing, is it really okay to give it to me like this? Or should I pay... how much?"

   As he spoke, he hurriedly tucked the book under his elbow, and went to search his pocket again.

   Seeing him anxiously looking for money, Sesame couldn't help smiling, waved his hand and said.

"No need, just treat it as a gift for that ton of old books. If your newspaper makes a lot of money, please send a manuscript fee to Boulder City to Mr. Sberg. Although the words and sentences are rough, but after all He wrote it carefully."

   "Don't worry about that! By the way, my name is...Melgio, what is your name?"

   "You can just call me Sesame Paste." That was actually the name of her cat, which was later used as her online name.

   At this moment, Melgio suddenly noticed the cat ears protruding from the edge of the slit of her hat.

  At first he thought it was an illusion, but when he heard the name sesame paste, he vaguely remembered the rumors he had heard in Yinyue Bay, and the expression on his face gradually changed from astonishment to fanaticism.

  Noticing the change in his expression, Sesame Life thought something was wrong, and hurriedly pulled the brim of the hat to plug the exposed ears back.

   But obviously it was too late.

  The man's face was extremely devout, and he bowed deeply as if no one else was around.

   "My dear...sorry, please rest assured that I will not disappoint your expectations! Let the light of the silver moon fill this barren land!"

  Looking at his obviously exerting too much force, and Sisi who was stunned at the side, Sesame explained dumbfoundingly.

   "Don't be like this, and you have misunderstood, I am really not the incarnation of the silver moon goddess... I am just an ordinary play-hey, what do I have to say to make you believe it."

   "You are right, you are what you say." Melgio looked pious and made a tight-lipped expression.

   It's the same as in Silver Moon Bay.

   These "cat lovers" don't listen to themselves at all.

  Although it was fun at first, but after a long time, everyone will feel dizzy.

  Sesame Paste sighed while resting his forehead, and finally gave up on explaining, hugging his knees and muttering in a low voice.

   "Ah... Anyway, let's go."

  That voice was full of perfunctory out of helplessness, but it had a completely different meaning to Melgio's ears.

   As if he had been called by the Lord, Melgio watched her squatting behind the grocery stand, and swore with great devotion.

   "Obey!"

  (end of this chapter)