"Huh? 30 bonus points?"
Players have been quite diligent recently.
Chu Guang turned off his computer and was about to go to bed. Before going to bed, he opened the manager's allowance and found that his bonus points had reached 30 points. So he allocated 20 points to the intermediate blind box without saying anything, and the remaining 10 points were left for the primary blind box.
However, the rewards were not ideal.
At least not what he wanted.
"A box of oral antibiotic capsules, about 12 capsules. A box of hemostatic bandages, containing two packs, can be used twice... Unfortunately, no muscle strengthening injection was opened."
"Even a treatment injection would be nice."
Picking up the supplies from the conveyor belt, Chu Guang sighed in his heart.
It's not that it's completely useless.
It's just average.
And in addition to a bunch of colorful lollipops, the only useful things in the ten primary blind boxes are a 500ml bottle of soy sauce and a 500g bag of salt.
But this bag of salt is a bit interesting.
"...Single intake of more than 10g can increase immunity and metabolic capacity by 1~5%. Wow, is this a legendary salt?"
What if you take a whole bag?
Chu Guang just had the idea of stacking buffs in his mind, and soon realized how stupid this idea was.
Take a whole bag of salt.
I'm afraid it will be marinated.
"Anyway, just wait and put it on the shelf tomorrow."
500g can be split into 5X100g independent small packages. It's not too much to sell a bag for 3~5 silver coins, right?
To be honest, this is really not too much! After all, it is a refined salt that does not contain sulfur, sulfate ions, or organic impurities. It's white, and it has a buff bonus.
It's a benefit for players.
Soy sauce is not easy to divide, and 100ml sealed containers are not easy to find. Just hang 20 silver coins on the shelf.
Anyway, since she is not a chef who plans to open a restaurant, it is estimated that no player will buy this thing.
"That's it, sleep... Xiaoqi, wake me up at six o'clock tomorrow morning."
Xiaoqi, who was squatting in the corner and hanging up, turned on the signal light.
"Okay, master."
Chu Guang fell asleep soon.
However, Xia Yan, who was squatting in the corner of the next room, couldn't fall asleep.
If it weren't for someone's snoring, the sound insulation effect of this room was quite good, and basically nothing could be heard when the door was closed.
What really made her toss and turn was that tomorrow would be her first day on the job.
Is the job of this "weapon shop owner" really serious?
These days, Chu Guang gave her "good food and drink" every day, and she always felt uneasy in her heart.
After all, generally speaking, the treatment of prisoners is usually a nutritional paste with no nutrition, or simply sawdust mixed with bark, or something else.
Let alone meat and porridge, she was thankful for normal food.
However, in the past two days, she felt that she was almost gaining weight...
After thinking about it for a long time, she was easily sleepy. Xia Yan, holding the script, fell asleep unknowingly. When she was woken up from her daze, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.
"Get up."
Looking at the man standing at the door, Xia Yan rubbed her eyes, and was about to stand up from the ground with the help of the wall, and found that there were two crutches in front of her.
"Is this... for me?"
Chu Guang was happy.
"Besides you, who else needs this here."
If conditions permit in the future, she should be given a bionic prosthesis. It does look a bit miserable.
"..."
This guy!
Why is he so irritating!
Xia Yan gritted her teeth, one arm on each side, holding the crutches in her armpits, and stood up from the ground with difficulty.
Standing aside and watching her complete the whole set of movements alone, Chu Guang nodded approvingly, very satisfied with her strong performance.
"Not bad, it seems to suit you."
Xia Yan said stiffly with a cold face.
"Whatever you say... Anyway, I am your captive, even if you want me..."
"Okay, don't talk anymore," Chu Guang interrupted her without hesitation, not wanting to understand this guy's brain hole, and continued with a light cough, "I will arrange a job for you later. Now, you go outside with me first."
The last time I breathed the air outside was three days ago.
Follow Chu Guang to stand in the elevator and go directly to the surface.
Looking at the sunlight in front of the sanatorium, Xia Yan subconsciously raised her left arm with a crutch, and narrowed her long eyelashes, thinking that the light was a bit dazzling.
"Did you build the wall outside?"
Chu Guang said casually.
"Evaluate it."
Xia Yan pouted.
"It's just so-so. It can be used to deal with a few rural predators. But if it's a mutant, I guess they can turn over with just a foot, not to mention encountering a wave."
Hearing a word he had never heard before, Chu Guang looked at her more.
"Wave?"
Xia Yan said casually.
"What happens along the Third Ring Road is common, and you probably can't feel it here. Groups of gnawers migrate from the vicinity of the Second Ring Road to the Third Ring Road, and there are also many crawlers and even mutants stronger than crawlers... Even if I say this, you probably can't imagine it."
Due to the huge size of the Stone City, as long as there are aliens migrating from the city to the north, they will definitely pass through this survivor's fortress.
And the war between humans and aliens is naturally inevitable.
Although the mercenary team Xia Yan belongs to is only a marginal team, it has also participated in several missions to deal with waves.
Acting with the large army, the risk factor is not so high, and the money for such missions is generally easy to earn.
In order to restore trade and production as soon as possible, the bigwigs in the city often spend a lot of money to ask them to help, and provide them with ammunition without hesitation.
And all they need to do is just pull the trigger and use their shoulders to support the butt of the gun.
Many poor people living in the slums embarked on the road of no return as mercenaries during the wave.
"Indeed," Chu Guang nodded, "I have only seen a few gnawers... They seem to be afraid of light?"
That was when I first came to the wasteland.
It was really a little bit away...
Xia Yan nodded.
"Yes, not only are they afraid of light, but mutant hyenas, jackals, moles, bats, flies, rats and other alien species don't like them very much. When they are extremely hungry, they will also regard them as prey... So these guys often crowd in subways or sewers."
"Generally speaking, if you see one, it is equivalent to seeing a group. It is still very dangerous to encounter them in a narrow place."
Silently noting these clues, Chu Guang decided to update the entry "wave" in the official website database later.
But now is not the time to do this.
"... From now on, this house is your studio. If conditions permit in the future, I will find someone to build a new one for you."
"Anyway, just make do with it for now."
Bringing Xia Yan to the door of the weapon store, Chu Guang hung the wooden sign on the door for her on the hook next to the door frame.
"I've engraved the price on the wooden sign, and I've taught you the corresponding words. If you have any questions, just go find Xiaoqi... But it's on the third floor, and it's not easy for you to go up. My players are all very friendly. If you don't understand what they say, just stare at them expressionlessly."
For a dead otaku who is not good at socializing, staring expressionlessly is enough to be lethal.
"Player?"
Because Chu Guang used Chinese when he said this word, Xia Yan didn't understand what the word meant.
"It means 'shelter residents' in translation," Chu Guang explained casually, "You don't have to remember their names, nor do you have to deeply understand the meaning of this word, just call them like this."
I always feel that calling the shelter residents "shelter residents" is not very polite...
But Chu Guang said so, and Xia Yan had no other opinions.
Her identity is just a slave, and having a decent job is the greatest kindness for her.
"Remember, every sale needs to be accounted for. I will check the account book and inventory every day. However, the cheapest iron barrel rifle costs hundreds of silver coins, and the 'player' cannot afford it for the time being. Your work should not be too busy. When you are free, help me repair the assault rifle, and make some bullets and weapons for me within your ability."
Xia Yan glanced at the empty room. In addition to a table and a chair, there was only a wooden board with nails.
Some low-quality iron barrel weapons were hung on the nails. As if to prevent her from forgetting the price, there was a wooden tag with the price written on it.
With a dull look in her eyes, Xia Yan looked at Chu Guang and couldn't help asking.
"Are you going to let me dig a gun out of you with my fingernails?"
Chu Guang: "Can I do it?"
Xia Yan: "Is it possible? Even if there is no electric lathe, there should be a workbench that can be operated manually, right?!"
Mercenaries often cannot find the bullets and accessories they need on the shelves of stores 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 what they need themselves.
Because of poverty, Xia Yan did make weapons and bullets by herself. Although she couldn't afford the high-end intelligent automatic processing machine tools that "input is forming", it was not difficult to make these things with some affordable electric machine tools, and it didn't take too much time.
But the situation in front of her was really beyond her imagination.
Let alone electric machine tools, there was neither electricity nor beds here. Not to mention various types of tools, even the most basic turning tools, boring tools, and milling cutters were not available.
What kind of weapons can this be!
Chu Guang didn't care about her complaints and continued lightly.
"So, if you need something, just tell me, don't make me guess."
"Now I ask you to make a list and write down what you need. It's best to simply draw what they look like. If you can find it, I will ask the players to help you find it. If you can't find it, I will find a way to buy it... By the way, remember to write down their prices, I don't want to waste money."
Xia Yan: "Turning tools, boring tools, milling cutters, pliers and hammers, these are the most basic. In addition, I also need a card slot with threads and scales... Forget it, I'll just draw it."
"It's best to have a picture. You can draw it as detailed 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 it, he frowned and wrote and drew on the paper based on his memory.
Chu Guang didn't urge her.
It's 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 drawing, Chu Guang took the drawing and added two lines of words, then went to the warehouse and found the player sitting at the wooden table on duty.
Chu Guang handed the paper to him and said concisely.
"I need these things on the paper."
"If someone comes here to sell things, tell them for me and ask them to pay attention when they are picking up scraps."
"When you are free, copy this drawing and help me draw a few more and post them at the door. By the way, send one to the steelmaking blast furnace."
The warehouse manager's job is also to serve as the publisher of collection and production tasks. After all, it is too troublesome to assign tasks one by one.
The player took the paper and looked at it, his eyes widened.
[Task: Forge or collect a lathe tool (picture attached)]
[Reward: 10 silver coins, 100 contributions]
10 silver coins!
Damn!
Equivalent to the salary of burning cement for a day!
If you can pick this up, wouldn't you be rich? !
There seems to be more than one task, and the same type also includes boring cutters, milling cutters, etc.
Regardless of how envious the player sitting in the warehouse manager's position was, Chu Guang turned around and left after explaining the work.
Although the task says forging or collecting, to be honest, he doesn't have much hope that the players can pick up such good things from the wasteland.
Not to mention that it is already the 211th year of the Wasteland Era, the pre-war society before the outbreak of the nuclear war may not use such "primitive" processing tools, and it is possible that they have already popularized more advanced production methods.
For example, 3D printing and the like.
Although this technology is not yet mature on Earth in the 21st century, who can say what will happen in the future?
What Chu Guang really expects is that his lovely players can solve this problem with the limited tools and materials at hand.
For example, the brothers who often exchange metallurgical technology on the forum are all on the list of the third batch of closed beta players, and the fourth batch has added a few more.
Apart from those who only talk big, he believes that among these players, there are always one or two who can truly solve the problem.