This Game Is Too Realistic

The cold wind and snow roared across the endless tundra, and the velvet lemmings poked their heads out of the snowdrifts, but were frightened by the rumbling sound and hid back.

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

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

Sitting next to the car window, Ye Shi stared intently at the vast and astonishing tundra outside the window, with unspeakable surprise written in his eyes.

There's something about this dog's plan.

Although the number of active players in the Wandering Swamp is still in the triple digits, the operators of "Wasteland OL" have still made this part of the map.

Hail slapping against the windows, broken snow kicked up by the tracks, reindeer walking across the tundra...

Everything is so realistic.

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

"Is it big?"

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

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

If the prosperity of the ideal city is actually due to the existence of a certain "moisture content", for example, the colorful light and shadow and the complex information, the endpoint cloud can give people the illusion of rapid technological advancement, but the college's technology has indeed reached a level that makes people awe.㱕category.

As the only surviving force in the wasteland that can produce anti-gravity devices without relying on black boxes and master the technology of making hyperlight engines, they actually have hope of building a true utopia in this wasteland.

This should not be more difficult than finding another planet in the universe to move to and starting over.

At least that's how it seemed to him since he was still a student.

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

But at this moment, the researcher sitting at the next table smiled and interjected.

"That was back then. This was the northernmost part of the Central Continent. The fragile ecosystem could withstand such a population at its limit. The current situation is quite embarrassing. Rather, if there are more people, the situation will change. Gotta be in trouble.”

Ye Shi looked at him puzzled.

"Will it become troublesome if there are more people?"

"After all, the ticket is fixed." Another fellow researcher looked at the paper on the board in his hand and said concisely, "There has never been a 'ship' that can accommodate everyone. We and the survivors are the same. This item was never included in the contract we signed.”

Ye Shi: "Contract?"

"That was a century and a half ago. We left the Great Rift Valley to escape persecution by the legions and corporations. Some survivors who lost their source of livelihood due to the collapse of the post-war reconstruction committee followed our footsteps and found us. , hoping that we would take them in, so the Science and Technology Committee was established.”

The researcher paused, looked out the window, and continued in a tone without too many fluctuations.

"According to our promise, we will provide them with the nutrients necessary for survival, and they also promised to voluntarily give up all political power, join [our] plan, and obey our management. We have provided them with the promised treatment and even obeyed Managers reward people...and then they commit themselves to it. Is there any reason why we should improve their living standards?”

Ye Shi looked at him in surprise: "You guys, you are more capitalist than capitalist."

The researcher was stunned for a moment and looked at him with a strange expression.

"I don't know what you are talking about, but at least we did not lie to them. We told them clearly from the beginning that the college is not a charity or a country, it is just a research organization. Our ultimate goal is to complete our Ark , we will leave after it is completed. We have never asked them to live on our territory. Or do you think it is more correct to act like a company and paint a pie that is out of reach for the wastelanders? "

This sounds reasonable.

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

Just when he was about to end the topic, he didn't expect that Jiang Xuezhou suddenly opened his mouth to act like a good girl.

"Didn't you also get admitted to the academy?"

The researcher glanced at her and said calmly.

"Yes, that's why."

Jiang Xuezhou couldn't help but said.

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

"First of all, let me correct you. I never said they were slaves." The man returned his gaze to the board and said with a calm expression, "To answer your question later, you also said it was before. "

Having said that, he didn't want to make enemies for himself because of this boring verbal dispute.

This was a train departing from Binghai City, and the passenger with her was wearing the iconic VM of the shelter residents on her arm. Maybe they were foreign guests invited to visit by the Adhesion Community Project.

If this is the case, her mentor's background may not be small.

Jiang Xuezhou stared at him with an incomprehensible expression, and was speechless for a moment.

"I'm sorry, I have to apologize." Ye Shi coughed lightly, stood up from his seat, and tried to ease the atmosphere in the carriage, "Actually... our shelter is the same, we put everyone in it It is impossible to survive in a shelter, so some people can enter it, some people cannot, some people will enjoy it early, and some people will suffer early. For the greater goal, some people have to make sacrifices... This is Reality is also the most helpless reality.”

The researcher who was writing the paper raised a faint smile on his lips, but Jiang Xuezhou looked at Ye Shi in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that he would say such a thing.

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

"It's just that we can't step on those who couldn't enter the shelter just because we were lucky enough to be born in the shelter. Our knowledge, technology, methods, black boxes, etc., should belong to that shelter. In this era, "all of us" signed an unequal contract with a small group of poor people, only enjoying the inheritance left by "us" but refusing to fulfill "our" obligations. I really can't understand it... It's OK to be a coward. It’s because the reality is helpless, but is this something worthy of standing proud of?”

The researcher who was writing the thesis twitched his brows fiercely and chose to respond to these words with silence.

The surprise on Jiang Xuezhou's face turned into surprise, and then a victorious smile appeared on his face, as if to say that he had indeed seen the right person.

There were whispers in the carriage, and some people looked over to see what the guy who was talking arrogantly looked like, while some people curled their lips in disdain, not interested in the wisdom of mortals.

At the same time, some people showed pensive expressions, truly thinking about the rationality of this statement.

In the academy, rational voices are relatively popular, especially logical ones.

This is also the biggest difference between the academy and other areas. If it is just an emotional output, no one will pay attention to it.

However, the founder, Ye Shi, suddenly felt a little regretful.

What he actually wanted to do was apologize, and he shouldn't have meddleed so much. With a flick of his mouth, he ran away as he spoke, and couldn't help but say something strange and angry.

Elder Brother Fang said that he was right. He really needed to change his habit of talking nonsense.

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

"Thank you."

Jiang Xuezhou blushed and whispered as he watched Ye Yeshi sit back in his seat.

"Hey, what's the point of thanking you?" Ye Shi said casually, without thinking about what exactly he had helped her.

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

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

All the researchers in this carriage are equipped with bionic prosthetics, and taking photos and recording videos are just a matter of thought.

She was worried that the news would cause any external disputes, such as residents of the Alliance's shelter openly 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.

"Ah? That's not the case. Our management is not so careful."

Not like dog planning.

It’s fine to post a pornographic picture and ban it, but it’s also against the law to remove a completely non-sexy emoticon from your shirt.

It’s really a bit too much!

While he was talking, a faint wisp of human smoke appeared in the endless wilderness outside the window.

It was an oil well.

The "old-fashioned" design style makes you feel like you are back on the real earth at midnight.

When he looked at the oil well, Jiang Xuezhou's expression suddenly became excited.

"We got it!"

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

"Passengers at No. 721 have arrived. Please get off at this station and get off in time."

Ye Shi was about to help her get her luggage when she saw the suitcase ran off the shelf and rolled to the door of the carriage with wheels rolling.

"What are you doing standing there stupidly? It's time for us to get up." Jiang Xuezhou urged him excitedly as he looked at Ye Shi who was standing motionless next to the seat.

It had been a long time since she had seen her family. Others were timid in their hometown, but she was looking forward to it.

"Ah...嗽㱕."

Ye Shiyi looked at her carrying her suitcase with envy and followed her.

High-tech is still a trap!

For a university monk who often takes the high-speed train home, this thing is much more attractive than nuclear fusion...

A person stood in the buffer cabin, and as the car door outside opened, the whistling wind and snow rolled in.

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

This is a remote corner of the Wandering Swamp, where a settlement called "Land 721" is located.

According to Jiang Xuezhou, the mission of the local survivors is to mine oil under the permafrost layer in a weather of minus 20 degrees all year round to provide production raw materials for the industrial zone fifty kilometers away.

Crawler trucks will come regularly to transport fuel and at the same time bring local needs and daily necessities.

Although various biological or chemical synthesis methods for petroleum analogues have been found in the era of prosperity, from the perspective of adapting to local conditions, this kind of drilling rig driven by a diesel engine is more suitable for the swamp environment and the scientific and technological committee. This special organization.

Advanced production methods are not always advanced.

The Science and Technology Committee needs to ensure that the colonial ships, which are heading toward the future, can be completed on schedule. Excessive production is equivalent to waste. The traditional laws of economics do not apply here, not even to most settlements in the wasteland.

Standing with them was another man and a woman. Among them, the man is tall and thin, with short hair. The girl wears a black ponytail and looks like a talkative type.

Just when Ye Shi was looking at the two of them, the man looked at him, smiled slightly, and suddenly spoke.

"Excellent speech."

Ye Shi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly and said.

"Thank you, but I feel a little ashamed. I always talk too much. I don't mean to offend you—"

Jiang Xuezhou curled his lips slightly and muttered.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. You were right when you said it. Why do you have to apologize for what's right? It's strange that those guys feel that they have been offended. Their relatives and friends obviously live in that kind of place."

"Haha, I can't comment on the Science and Technology Committee's decision-making, but... I agree with what this gentleman said. We should indeed do something with the knowledge left to us by our predecessors, and we should not pursue a beautiful life. It's a sin." The researcher smiled and introduced himself, "My name is Li Xiang, an E-level researcher. This is an explorer in the same department as me. My name is Wu Xiaoxiao."

The girl named Wu Xiaoxiao nodded cautiously and glanced at Ye Shi, but her eyes were more focused on little Jiang next to him.

Ye Shi noticed that there was a hint of awe and envy in [her] eyes.

This is actually quite normal.

Although Xiao Jiang is only a small D-class, there is no doubt that he is like a big boss in the eyes of all E-classes and explorers.

"Ye Shi, this is Jiang Xuezhou."

Although he felt that the two of them might know Xiao Jiang, who was also his colleague, Ye Shi still introduced himself to her.

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

But what was surprising was that he always felt that this guy was more interested in him.

"I heard you are from the Alliance?"

Ye Shi nodded.

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

Li Xiang's eyes became more and more interested, especially when he heard about [Shelter No. 404].

"That's too silly... I have always been interested in you. Can you tell me in detail? How did you establish such a huge organization in the wasteland, and it only took two or three years."

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

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

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

"It's okay! We can chat while we chat." Li Xiang looked at him eagerly, and even Jiang Xuezhou couldn't help but pricked up his ears in wonder this time.

"Come on, let me think about it..." While recalling the past, Ye Shi made up a story in a chatting tone, "Everything has to start with a mayor named Lao Shuiliuchi, and A girl named Xiaoyu said..."

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

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

Not that he was bragging.

It was really not easy at that time. He was a t0 player who had to bake cement himself, and the server's max-level equipment was actually an iron pipe rifle with a scope!

Not to mention a storyteller, even he, a storyteller, shed tears while talking!

The hearts of the three people following 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 Chu Guang and talked about the stars and fires burning outside the Stone City, thousands or even tens of thousands of kilometers away from the Wandering Swamp, on the Borneo Sea, an inconspicuous ship appeared. The cargo ship is slowly approaching the largest trading port on the west coast of Borneo Province.

Standing on the bow deck, Governor Nihak looked at the port in the distance in surprise, his eyes filled with unspeakable surprise.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the busy concrete pier, and rows of well-proportioned red brick bungalows line both sides of the four- to five-meter-wide brick street.

The prosperity here seems to be no less prosperous than that of Kim Chan Ryun Port.

Even more luxurious and busier than that!

The artistic attainments of the Valantians are not inferior to those of architects from alliances, companies, and colleges. Especially in the construction of large beautiful buildings, they have an aesthetic understanding as huge and unique as the caliber of their cannons.

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

Governor Nihak saw an overseer with a tall nose waving a whip in his hand, urging the group of bare-chested workers to carry large boxes that could fit them into the 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 but shed tears for a while.

Back!

Finally they are all back!

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

"Can I throw him off the boat?"

"No, Rourou, he is a mission prop! The client of Youtiao Port paid a large amount of travel expenses." Standing next to her, her tail and feet were on the railing, and she was looking at the building excitedly. The legendary Saifan Port.

The largest port!

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

In addition to the people from Borneo, there are also a large number of Weiland people living in the port area. It seems that they will have no worries about selling the goods they brought!

Not long after, the cargo ship docked at the port, and an officer from Vaillant stepped onto the deck.

Walking out of the captain's cabin, Sisi handed over the cargo list. At the same time, he took out the VM and showed the ID and identification bar code to the Weiland officer.

"This is an electronic pass issued by the Community, and we want to apply for a landing permit."

"It's up to you," the Wilante officer glanced at the document and said with a chuckle, "We will guarantee your legitimate rights and interests, but I still advise you to only move around the port area. Those rats "Having bad habits, it's better for a lady like you not to walk at night or go into alleys. Our guards will definitely see you."

Noticing the unkind look in his eyes, Sisi didn't pay attention and just spoke briefly and concisely.

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

As if he heard some kind of joke, the Wilante man laughed, curled his lips and said after laughing enough.

"We don't bother to play tricks. If we are interested in anything, we will grab it on the battlefield."

I am afraid that only people from Weiland can stand up and say these words.

Sisi shrugged and said in a teasing tone.

"You can only tell this kind of cowhide to your own people. There is no need to tell it to us. Everyone who does business with us has made a fortune, but if you want to take away even a copper plate from us, you have to do something. Two teeth are mentally prepared.”

Hearing the thorn hidden in the words, Officer Weiland smiled indifferently and made an exaggerated invitation gesture.

"I, Mr. De Colo, Director of the Port Affairs Office of Sailsport, welcome to Sailsport. I wish you a happy stay here!"

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

In addition to more than 20 passengers, the cargo ship Rourou also carried 500 tons of canned herring and 150 tons of potato spirits.

These are the specialties of Jinqilun Port, and they are also the two items with the greatest demand among Weiland people. Although there is not much room for bargaining, there is no need to worry about selling them.

There are at least 5,000 to 6,000 people in Weiland who have immigrated to Xifan Port. Counting the floating population, the number may exceed 10,000. The daily consumption of herring and spirits can be calculated in tons.

A few hundred nautical miles further to the northwest is the port of the Southern Legion. Even if it is not consumed locally, it can be sold there.

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

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

After getting off the ship, Sisi rented a shed with a shed at the market through the port office, and then directed a group of crew members to carry several boxes of bulk goods to the stalls as samples and insert the prices. Tags for sale.

The four people agreed that two people would take turns looking after the booth, and they would draw lots to decide which group they were.

Group 1 is Sisi and sesame paste.

In order to pass the time when there were no customers, Sisi bought a local best-selling book from the market and started reading.

At first, Sesame Paste looked at the people coming and going curiously, but soon he found that all the people walking in this area were Weiland people. After looking at it for a long time, he felt bored, so he picked up a book from the wooden box containing old books. , imitating Sisi and started reading.

As luck would have it, the one she picked up was the "Boll the Awakener" that Awei had longed for.

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

Time passed by one second, and before he knew it, Sisi had already completed two transactions. He sold 100 tons of canned herring at a price of 6,300 silver coins per ton, and sold 80 cans of herring at a price of 11,221 silver coins per ton. Tons of potato spirits.

In Xifan Port, the retail price in the market 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 to 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, one kilogram is 30 dinars, and the real wholesale price is 6.3 silver coins per kilogram. The positive difference is around 5 times.

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

But if it is spirits, the calculated proportion will often be higher than this value.

Feeling a little curious about this interesting discovery, Si Si wrote it down on the wallet he carried with him, intending to update it in the post as a reflection of what he had learned during the trip.

Seeing Sisi working hard, having already been fishing for an hour, Sesame couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. He quietly closed the novel spread out on his knees and planned to work hard for a while.

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

Just when she was thinking this, a customer walked up to her stall.

The man looked thin and dressed simply. He was not from Weiland, but he didn't look like a local either. He looked a bit like a pastor of the Silver Moon Sect of Silver Moon Bay.

People like Sesame Mushi look familiar, even so familiar that they can be recognized from a crowd at a glance.

After all, every time she didn't wear a hat to cover the cat ears on her head, these people would rush to worship her with fanatical expressions.

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

"Are these books intended to be sold?"

Hearing that someone was interested in these books, Zhizhimao's face suddenly had a smile on his face and he said in a pleasant voice.

"Dang, are you interested, guest?"

The man nodded honestly.

"how much?"

Sesame paste said enthusiastically.

"We sell 㱕 by the ton. One ton costs almost two to three thousand 㰴, and it only costs 2,000 silver coins!"

What she didn't expect was that after hearing this, the man shook his head and complained in a low voice.

"It's too cheap. How can a precious thing like a book be sold cheaper than canned herring!"

But this is an old book...

Looking at the guests who were stamping their feet and shaking their heads, Sesame Paste made a helpless expression and said tentatively.

"Then...2500?"

Before she could finish her words, the guest had already taken out the banknotes from his plain robe.

"Just 2,000 silver coins, no need to bargain, just give me a ton of gold."

Although in principle the minimum selling price is 5 tons, considering that he was the first customer, Sesame Paste made an exception and accepted the money and gave him a pick-up ticket.

"Just take this ticket and pick up the goods on the Rourou No. 1 cargo ship... Well, may I ask, what are you planning to do with these books?"

The man didn't hide anything, he said with a pious expression.

"I am a servant of the Silver Moon Goddess. I came to this barren land to spread the gospel of the Silver Moon Goddess. Unfortunately, the local survivors are too ignorant and the people are not very smart. I plan to start by teaching them how to read."

Sesame Paste looked at him in surprise, his hands unconsciously tightening the hat on his head.

It is said that the Yue people were just purged by Emperor Xilan. Doesn’t it really matter if the Silver Moon Sect is preaching here?

It is difficult to say whether there is some connection between the two. After all, Silver Moon Bay and Borneo Province are so close to each other, so many things are unclear.

However, she quickly thought that this place was ruled by the Weirant people, and the emperor should have no control over it.

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

"...The newspaper?"

The man muttered to himself as if he had some enlightenment, and his eyes gradually brightened, "Well... this is indeed a good idea. I can give it a try, but what should be written in the newspaper?"

"Serializing some popular stories may be a bit boring, for example...how about this?"

Saying that, Sesame Paste handed "Boll the Awakener" into his hands and said eagerly.

"I remember that the "Daily Survivor" in Boulder City was the first to be serialized in the sub-magazine and the novel became popular! Once people have a common language and topics, even if they don't have to rush them, they will take the initiative to learn, and even I will also participate in the creation.”

She still remembers the earliest newspapers that published novels based on real-life magic modifications carried by some players, but later became popular as stories created by the residents of Boulder City themselves.

Seeing the girl stuffing the book into his hand, the pastor showed a flattered expression on his face.

"Ah, this is too embarrassing. Is it really wrong to give it to me like this? How about I pay...how much?"

As he spoke, he hurriedly put the book under his elbow and rummaged through his pockets.

Seeing him eager to find money, Sesame Paste couldn't help but smile, waved his hand and said.

"No, no, just think of that ton of old books as a gift. If your newspaper makes a lot of money, please send a royalties to Mr. Sberg in Boulder City. Although the words and sentences are a bit rough, but After all, he wrote it seriously."

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

"I can just make sesame paste." That was actually the name of her cat, and it later became her online name.

At this moment, Melgio suddenly noticed the cat ears poking up from the edge 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 Silver Moon Bay, and the expression on his face gradually changed from shock to enthusiasm.

Noticing the change in his expression, Zhizhi Ming secretly said something bad, and quickly pulled the brim of his hat to cover his exposed ears.

But it was already too late.

The man had an extremely pious look on his face and bowed deeply as if no one else was watching.

"Please respect me...I'm sorry, but please rest assured that I will definitely live up to your expectations! Let the light of the silver moon fill this barren land!"

Looking at him who looked like he had exerted too much force, and the dumbfounded people on the side, Sesame Paste explained in a dumbfounded way.

"Don't be like this, and you have misunderstood. I am really not the goddess of the silver moon... I am just an ordinary person - hey, what on earth do I have to say so that you can believe it."

"You're right, it's whatever you say it is." Melgio looked pious and kept a tight-lipped expression.

It’s the same as when I was in Silver Moon Bay.

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

Although it is quite fun at first, over time everyone will feel a big headache.

He held his forehead and sighed, finally gave up the explanation, hugged his knees and muttered softly.

"Ah... Boss, let's get some oil."

The voice was full of helplessness and perfunctoryness, but it had a completely different meaning to Melgio's ears.

As if he had been called by the Lord, Melgio looked at her squatting behind the grocery stall and swore with great piety.

"As you command!"