This Game Is Too Realistic

"Well damn, I won a tractor!"

In Longevity Town.

Beating Tiger scratched the back of his head and said in a daze. "Uh, is this thing expensive or cheap?"

When Makka Pakka next to him heard it, his face was full of envy. "Damn you lucky bastard! The price of the tractor seems to have risen to 5,000 silver coins now!"

Most people couldn’t afford such a large piece of equipment, and they would basically all rent it from Goblin Technology or Steel Plant 81 if they needed it.

Longevity Town had purchased a few recently, but it seemed that they were all used by NPCs.

Although the price was not as high as the exoskeleton worth 10,000 silver coins, in the eyes of farming players, this was much more useful than any exoskeleton.

Makka Pakka’s biggest dream was to own 10 tractors of his own, a farm of over 6,660,000 square meters of land, a villa the size of a football field, a dozen maids to massage his back and legs while he sat on the edge of Linghu Lake to watch Quit Bullshit fishing.

Someone has realized one percent of his dream.

This group of newcomers is too lucky!

When Beating Tiger heard that the tractor was worth 5,000 silver coins, there was a surprise expression on his face. "Holy shit! Can it be sold?"

Makka Pakka said immediately, "I’ll give you 2,000 silver coins for it!"

That was all the money he had, but he believed it was worth it!

"Get lost." Beating Tiger rolled his eyes. "With that price, I might as well use it myself."

Ignoring Makka Pakka, Tiger immediately went to Luca to take the job as a farmer. After confirming the mission, he drove a tractor in high spirits to work in the field.

Although dealing with the land in reality sounded a bit boring, how could it be the same in the game?

In reality, you are working for others, but in the game, you are working for yourself!

When his planting skill proficiency reached level 1, he would be able to contract a piece of land, and at level 8, he could become a farm owner! He would be able to buy a large field on the north shore of Linghu Lake!

Thinking of this, Beating Tiger felt motivated all over his body, and felt that the future was bright, and the dream of becoming a farm owner was in front of him.

Awesome!

Just do it!

Looking at the rising smoke, the players at the entrance of Longevity Town were envious for a while.

Oh, mount.

This should be considered a mount, right?

...

Looking away from the smoke floating in the distance, Eye Owe Money glanced at his VM with a pained expression. "Unlucky!"

"I’m so god damn unlucky."

Construction Boy: "Don’t think too much, just move bricks for me."

Eye Owe Money asked suddenly, "Do any of you want a voucher? I’ll give you 10% off."

Sideline Slacking glanced at him. "How many do you have?"

"Ten!"

When they heard that this guy actually drew 10 vouchers, the two of them were shocked instantly.

"Well damn! Is your luck really that bad?"

"Are you serious? Isn’t there a minimum prize?"

Eye Owe Money sighed. "There is, but I got it once already. Because of that, I got a Sickle assault rifle. Do any one of you want one? I can’t possibly use two." ℞ΑꞐȰΒƐS̈

Seeing the pitiful look of Eye Owe Money, Sideline Slacking sighed and patted him on the shoulder vigorously. "It’s okay, we got the mercenary contract, so our luck is not too bad."

Construction Boy nodded and tried to comfort him. "Indeed. Don’t think too much, brother."

The mercenary contract was a gameplay that the mission system had just updated this morning. It seemed to be a new system developed for the purpose of testing the mercenary profession.

To put it simply, after getting the mercenary contract in the mission column, players above LV10 could sign up to become team leaders, and then recruit players into the team.

The maximum number of team members was 10, and there was no level limit. After one hour, the total evaluation score of each team would be counted, leaving the top 5 teams to roll the dice to decide who would take the contract.

The mercenary contract this time was to support the defense war of the survivors of Red River Town, and the attacker was their old opponent, the Snake Clan of the Bonechewer Clan.

The price offered by the employer was quite generous, 50 silver coins per person per day, 500 silver coins per day for 10 people. Killing a marauder would get a bonus of 20 silver coins, and killing a team of ten would get 500 silver coins.

They didn’t need to stay in the trenches like the private soldiers of the mine owners. They just needed to give full play to the advantages of their mobility and cooperate with the defense plan of the local defenders to execute the mission.

These missions were usually full of risks, but the rewards were also quite generous. After returning, the silver coins they earned may be able to buy the most expensive Type 5 exoskeleton in the NPC store!

None of the players standing here had fear on their faces, but were full of energy and excitement.

After plowing the field for a month, they already craved for violence!

Also receiving the contract was the Mole Squad, and the leader was Escaping Mole who could be regarded as their old acquaintance.

After completing the preparations before departure, they walked over. "We’ll need to leave at 9:00 in the morning, and we’re ready. How long do you need?"

Sideline Slacking froze for a moment as he watched the Mole Squad walking towards them. "Holy shit… You guys look so professional!"

They all wore cement gray overcoats, with steel helmets on their heads, and everyone carried the same style of gun bags, ammunition bags, bandages, water bottles, and an engineering shovel on their waists.

Their weapons were different. Some people had light machine guns on their backs, some had submachine guns on their waists, and some only carried grenades, or an outrageously long Lance.

In addition, they all had a gas mask made of a plastic bottle around their necks.

Compared with this group of Wehraboo, Sideline Slacking felt like his group was a group of rebels.

"This is called adapting to the battlefield environment. Do you understand?" Escaping Mole smiled and handed over a gas mask. "The sand wind there is a bit strong. Do you want one? I happened to have some left. It’s not expensive. Only 100 silver coins.”

Sideline Slacking rolled his eyes. "Fuck off. All you need are three plastic bottles, a piece of gauze and a little charcoal, and the cost is less than 5 silver coins. You think you can scam me easily?"

Escaping Mole was shocked to hear what he said.

He had watched tutorials on the Internet for a long time before he learned how to make it. "Damn it. You know how to make it too?"

Sideline Slacking chuckled, "What do you think?"

...

Not far away.

At the north gate of Longevity Town, the caravan had assembled at the unloading point.

The administrator, who came by car from the outpost, was handing over the goods to Liszt, the owner of the caravan.

The amount of goods traded this time was more than double that of the previous one. In order to prove his strength to potential allies, Chu Guang took out a lot of valuable inventory.

Their deal included 40 Death Roar rockets, 400 Sickle assault rifles, 60,000 rounds of 7mm bullets, 15 Lance anti-tank rifles, and nearly 500 20mm armor-piercing shells, high-explosive shells, incendiary shells, etc.

In addition, there were two latest products of Goblin Technology, 88mm mortars and 200 shells.

This batch of munitions with a total weight of 45 tons required 8 tracked trucks to load them, and the total value was as high as 500,000 silver coins!

Of course, this was the price for domestic sales, or the price that the shelter purchased from the industrial area.

Even if it was sold in an NPC store, it was impossible to sell it at the original price, let alone export it.

The shelter had to make some money from it after all.

Chu Guang’s requirements were not high. The reserve price was 1 million silver coins, and it didn’t matter if the other party didn’t have a reserve of silver coins. It could also be paid with grain, minerals or slaves.

According to the purchase price of 1.5 kilograms of iron products for one silver coin, it was equivalent to 1,000 tons of steel!

Of course, using steel as a reference was just an example. There were many steel and aluminum materials that could be recycled from the ruins near the new industrial zone.

What the outpost really lacked was phosphate rock and sulfur rock. The struvite mine by the lake was enough for agricultural consumption. It may be difficult to meet the needs of industry.

Looking at the trucks full of goods, Chu Guang showed a satisfied smile.

Sure enough, trade brings in money!

The trip could generate a net profit of at least 1 million silver coins, and the big hole left by the spring plowing plan on the statement would be filled up in the blink of an eye.

Inflation? Nonsense! It was nonexistent.

As long as a large amount of resources could be obtained from the outside, as long as the banknotes could be stuffed into the pockets of outsiders, no matter how much banknotes were printed, they would not be able to flood their own pockets.

Right now, they were only sending caravans over. When the people from Red River Town knew that they could buy a large amount of arms from them, they would definitely send caravans on their own accord.

There were not only mine owners there, there were also many merchant organizations like Horseshoe Merchants Association that did business with mine owners.

"20 ability users?! Where did you get so many ability users?" Standing beside Chu Guang, Liszt asked enviously.

Chu Guang smiled lightly. "This is a business secret."

"Okay, I was just asking." Not expecting Chu Guang to tell himself such a thing, Liszt cleared his throat, changed the subject and continued, "The caravan we sent to Boulder Town has just crossed the edge of the fourth ring and will arrive at the outpost this evening at the latest. Time is money. If possible, I want them to make another trip. Is there anything else you guys need? Do you need daily necessities?"

Chu Guang thought for a while and replied, "I can give you another ton of psychoid leaves, and this time you just need to exchange them for chips."

Liszt was slightly taken aback, and said with a smile. "Chips? I thought you guys were more inclined to barter."

Chu Guang explained, "That was before. When trade is infrequent, bartering can reduce risks. But the situation is different now. I plan to reserve some chips… You can understand it as foreign exchange reserves."

If the steel factory needed to import a piece of equipment, or hire an engineer from Boulder Town, it was impossible to exchange it with steel temporarily, or ask Liszt for help every time.

The significance of establishing foreign exchange reserves was not only to pay the rent of the outpost office in Boulder Town, but also to facilitate the Lifestyle Profession players in the industrial area.

If they needed to purchase equipment or hire foreign talents, they could directly exchange silver coins with chips from the shelter’s bank.

Liszt said with interest. "Foreign exchange reserves? It sounds interesting. It’s a bit like a currency exchange in the market."

"A currency exchange?" Chu Guang raised an eyebrow curiously.@@novelbin@@

Liszt nodded. "That’s right, CR of the Enterprise and Dinar of the Army can be traded there, but basically the price is different everyday. Some merchants from other places usually visit there when they leave Boulder Town to get rid of unused chips. If they’re going west, they would exchange chips with Dinar, and if they’re going east, they would exchange chips with CR."

Chu Guang stroked his chin. "Sounds interesting."

That was interesting information.

Chu Guang planned to ask Shu Yu to pay attention to see if silver coins could be traded there, or if there were any conditions that needed to be met.

If he could stuff silver coins into the pockets of Boulder Town, he could make money off them even more easily.

"Is it? Maybe. Some people even make a living from it, but I don’t think it’s very promising. Trading currency is as unreliable as the daily quiz of the Voice of Boulder Town. There is basically no hope of getting rich from it.” Liszt took out his pocket watch, glanced at it, and closed the gold-plated cover. "It’s almost time, there are still 5 minutes. If your people are ready, our caravan can leave at any time."

Chu Guang looked at the twenty eager players beside the caravan and said. "You may set off now."

"My soldiers are already ready. Actually, they can’t wait to go…”