Chapter 53

"Eh? There are 30 reward points?"

The players have been a little diligent recently.

Chu Guang, who turned off the computer, was ready to go to bed. Before going to bed, he opened the manager's allowance and suddenly found that his reward points had made up enough 30 points, so without a word, he allocated 20 points to the intermediate blind box, and the remaining 10 points to the primary blind box.

However, the reward is not ideal.

At least not what he wants.

"A box of oral antibiotic capsules, about 12 capsules. A box of hemostatic bandages, containing two bags, can be used twice... Unfortunately, there is no muscle strengthening needle."

"Even a therapeutic needle is good."

Picking up supplies from the conveyor belt, Chu Guang sighed in his heart.

It's no use saying it.

Just mean it.

The ten primary blind boxes, in addition to a pile of colorful lollipops, are useful only a bottle of 500ml soy sauce and a bag of 500g salt.

But this bag of salt is a little interesting.

"... a single intake of more than 10g can improve immunity by 1 ~ 5% and metabolism by 1 ~ 5%. Good guy, is this a legend?"

What if you take a whole bag?

Chu Guang just had the idea of stacking buffs in his mind, and soon realized how stupid it was.

Take a whole bag of salt.

I'm afraid it's all pickled.

"Anyway, I'll put it on the shelf tomorrow."

500g can be disassembled into a small independent package of 5x100g. Isn't it too much to sell a package of 3 ~ 5 silver coins?

It's not too much to tell by conscience! At least it's refined salt without sulfur, sulfate ions and organic impurities. It's the kind of white flower, and there's a buff addition.

It's a benefit for players.

Soy sauce is not easy to divide. It's hard to find a 100ml sealed container. Just hang a 20 silver coin and put it on the shelf.

Anyway, I'm not the cook who plans to open a restaurant. It's estimated that no player will buy it.

"That's it. Go to bed... Xiao Qi, wake me up at six tomorrow morning."

Squatting in the corner of the wall, Xiao Qi lights up the signal light.

"OK, master."

Chu Guang soon fell asleep.

However, the summer salt squatting in the corner of the next room can't sleep.

It's not because of someone's snoring. The sound insulation effect of this room is still very good. You can't hear anything when you close the door.

What really makes her toss and turn is that tomorrow is her first day on duty.

Is this "weapons store owner's wife" really serious?

These days, Chu Guang keeps her "delicious and delicious" every day. She always feels uneasy in her heart.

After all, generally speaking, the treatment of prisoners is usually nutritional paste without any nutrition, or simply sawdust mixed with bark, or something else.

Not to mention meat and porridge, thank God it can be normal food.

However, these two days, she felt that she was about to grow meat

After thinking for a long time, it's easy to get sleepy. Xia Yan, holding the script, unconsciously fell asleep. When she was woken up from her confusion, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.

"Get up."

Looking at the man standing at the door, Xia Yan rubbed his eyes, holding the wall and trying to stand up from the ground. He found two crutches in front of him.

"Is this... For me?"

Chu Guangle.

"Who else needs this besides you here."

If you have conditions in the future, you'd better install a bionic righteousness for her. It's really a little miserable.

“……”

This guy!

Why are you so angry!

Xia Yan bit his teeth, one on each side of his two arms, creaking a nest, holding a crutch, and laboriously stood up from the ground.

Standing aside and watching her complete the whole set of actions alone, Chu Guang nodded approvingly and was very satisfied with her strong performance.

"Yes, it seems to suit you."

Xia Yan said stiffly with a cold face.

"Whatever you say... I'm your prisoner anyway, even if you want me -"

"Well, don't talk," Chu Guang didn't want to know this guy's brain hole. Chu Guang interrupted her without hesitation, coughed and continued, "I'll arrange work for you later. Now, you go outside with me first."

The last time I breathed outside air was three days ago.

Follow Chuguang station to the elevator and go straight to the surface.

Looking at the sunshine sprinkled in front of the sanatorium, Xia Yan subconsciously raised his left arm holding a crutch. His slender eyelashes narrowed and felt that the light was a little dazzling.

"You built the wall outside?"

Chu Guang said casually.

"Comment."

Summer salt skimmed his mouth.

"Generally speaking, it can be used to deal with a few rural marauders. But if you change to a mutant, you can turn over with something, let alone a wave."

Hearing words he had never heard before, Chu Guang glanced at her more.

"Wave?"

Xia Yan said in a casual tone.

"Things often happen along the Third Ring Road, which you probably can't feel here. Groups of gnaws start to migrate to the Third Ring Road from near the Second Ring Road, mixed with many climbers - even mutants stronger than climbers... Even if I say so, you can't imagine."

Due to the huge volume of Stonehenge, as long as there are aliens migrating north from the city, they will certainly pass through this survivor fortress.

And the war between man and another species is inevitable.

Although Xia Yan's mercenary team is only a marginal team, it has also participated in several tasks to deal with the tide.

The risk factor is not so high when operating with large forces, and the money for such tasks is generally easy to earn.

In order to resume trade and production as soon as possible, the big people in the city often spend a lot of money and blood to ask them to sell, and they are not stingy to provide ammunition to them.

All they need to do is pull the trigger and put their shoulders against the butt of the gun.

Many poor people living in slums embarked on the no return path of mercenaries during the wave.

"Indeed," Chu Guang nodded, "I've only seen gnawing people a few times... They seem to be afraid of light?"

That was when I first came to the wasteland.

It's almost gone

Xia Yan nodded.

"Yes, not only are they afraid of light, but the mutant hyenas, jackals, moles, bats, flies and mice don't like them very much. When they are very hungry, they will also regard them as prey... So these guys often crowd in the subway or sewer."

"Generally speaking, when you see one, you see a group. It's still very dangerous to meet it in a narrow place."

After silently writing down these clues, Chu Guang decided to update the entry "tide" in the database of the official website.

But now is not the time to do it.

"... from now on, this house will be your studio. If conditions permit, I will find someone to build a new one for you."

"In short, make do with it first."

With Xia Yan, he came to the door of the weapons store. Chu Guang hung the wooden plate at the door on the hook next to the door frame for her.

"I engraved the price on the wooden card and taught you the corresponding script. If you have any questions, you can find Xiaoqi... But it's on the third floor and it's not easy for you to go up. My players are very friendly. If you can't understand what they say, just stare at them expressionless."

For the unsociable dead house, staring with an expressionless face is enough lethal.

"Player?"

Because Chu Guang used Chinese when he said the word, Xia Yan didn't understand what the word meant.

"In translation, it means' shelter residents'," Chu Guang explained casually. "You don't have to remember their names or deeply understand the meaning of the word. Just call them like this."

I always feel that it's not polite to call shelter residents "shelter residents"

But Chu Guang said so, and Xia Yan had no other opinion.

Her identity is just a slave. It is the greatest kindness for her to have a decent job.

"Remember, you need to keep an account of everything you sell. I will check the account book and inventory every day. However, the cheapest iron tube rifle needs hundreds of silver coins. The 'player' can't afford it for the time being, and your work should not be too busy. When you're free, just repair the assault rifle for me and make some bullets and weapons for me within your ability."

Xia Yan glanced at the empty room. Except for a table and a chair, there was only a board nailed with nails.

Some inferior iron pipe weapons were hung on the nails, as if she was afraid of forgetting the price, and a wooden label with the price was hung below.

Xia Yan looked at Chu Guang and couldn't help asking.

"Are you going to let me pull out a gun for you with my fingernail?"

Chu Guang: "can you do it?"

Xia Yan: "can you do it? Even if there is no electric lathe, at least there must be a worktable that can be operated manually?!"

Often mercenaries can't find the required bullets and accessories on the store shelves because they use DIY weapons. At this time, they usually go to some small and medium-sized studios that customize machine parts or precision instruments, rent the workbench there and process the things they need.

Because of poverty, Xia Yan has made his own weapons and bullets. Although he can't afford the high-end intelligent automatic processing machine tools of "input and molding", it's not difficult and won't take much time to make these things with some motor beds that are close to the people.

But the situation was beyond her imagination.

Don't mention the motor bed. There is neither electricity nor bed here. Not to mention various types of cutting tools, even the most basic turning tools, boring tools and milling tools are not available.

This can be a ghost weapon!

Chu Guang didn't care about her complaint and continued faintly.

"So, if you need to, don't let me guess."

"Now I ask you to make a list and write down the things you need. You'd better simply draw what they look like. If you can find them, I'll ask players to help you find them as much as possible. If you can't find them, I'll find a way to buy them... By the way, remember to write down their prices. I don't want to waste money."

Xia Yan: "turning tools, boring cutters, milling cutters, pliers and hammers are the most basic. In addition, I also need a clamping slot with thread and scale... Forget it, I'd better draw it."

"It's best to have a picture. You can draw it in detail as much as possible. Maybe my players can make it."

Chu Guang took out paper, pen and a wooden ruler and handed them to Xia Yan.

After the latter took over, he frowned and drew on the paper with his memory.

Chu Guang didn't rush her.

It is not easy to draw these things so that others can understand them, especially for an unprofessional mercenary.

But doesn't everything start from the first time?

After Xia Yan finished painting, Chu Guang filled in two lines with the drawing, then went to the warehouse and found the player on duty sitting at the wooden table.

He handed him the paper in his hand, and Chu Guangyan said simply and comprehensively.

"I need these things on paper."

"If someone comes here to sell things, tell them for me and let them pay attention when picking up waste."

"When you have nothing to do, copy according to this drawing, draw more for me, stick them at the door, and send one to the steelmaking blast furnace."

The warehouse keeper also serves as the publisher of collection and production tasks. After all, it's too troublesome to assign tasks one by one.

The player took the paper and stared round.

[task: forging or collecting a turning tool (attached figure)]

[reward: 10 silver coins, 100 contributions]

10 silver coins!

holy crap

It's equivalent to burning cement for a day!

If you can find it, won't you be rich?!

There seems to be more than one task. There are boring cutters, milling cutters and so on.

No matter how greedy the players sitting in the warehouse administrator's position are, Chu Guang turns around and leaves here after explaining his work.

Although the mission says forging or collecting, to be honest, he doesn't have much hope that players will pick up such a good thing from the waste soil.

Not to mention that it is now the 211 year of the wasteland era, the pre war society before the outbreak of the nuclear war may not use this "primitive" processing tool. Maybe people have popularized more advanced means of production.

Like 3D printing.

Although the technology of earth in the 21st century is not mature, who can say well about the future?

What Chu Guang really expects is that his lovely players can solve this problem with limited tools and materials.

For example, those big brothers who often exchange metallurgical technology in the forum are on the list of the third batch of closed beta players, and several more have been added in the fourth batch.

In addition to the people who talk on paper, he believes that there are always one or two of these players who can really solve the problem.