Early in the morning.
Li Niu yawned and walked out of the workers' dormitory.
As usual, he first took the aluminum basin to the public washbasin to wash, then went to the factory gate to get two buns, intending to eat while standing before going to work.
It has been two or three months since Li Niu joined the No. 81 Steel Plant and became a glorious worker.
The crisis of the invasion of the Bone Chewing Tribe was caught up, and the steel plant expanded production. With his hard work and intelligence, he was quickly promoted to the director of the factory.
Up to now, Li Niu has gone from being a handyman to a foreman in charge of five or six people, and he has memorized the operating guidelines and safety manuals issued by the factory. Not only has his monthly salary doubled, but the residents of the shelter have also equipped him with a VM.
As we all know, only the most core employees of the factory are qualified to bring VM and communicate directly with the omnipotent residents of the shelter.
For the wastelanders living in this area, the VM worn on the arm is not only a communication tool, but also a symbol of identity.
It means recognition!
If nothing unexpected happens, he might be the workshop director next year.
In fact, it is not just Li Niu himself. Recently, more and more residents of Beth Street have come here to work, and few people do the original scavenging and hunting work.
I heard that Yu Hu seems to have become the president of the Hunters' Union?
But Li Niu is not envious.
First, Yu Hu is really good at hunting, and second, he is quite satisfied with his current life.
No matter what job they do, they have a bright future!
After eating the buns in his hand, Li Hu clapped his hands and was about to walk towards the factory, but he saw some excitement at the corner of the street.
It seems that there is a workshop of Goblin Technology?
Compared with the No. 81 Steel Plant with a wide factory gate, the Goblin Technology can only be regarded as a workshop in terms of both the front and the scale.
"What happened there?" Li Niu stopped a fellow villager passing by and asked curiously, "Why is it so lively?"
The fellow villager replied.
"It seems that Goblin Technology has opened a new factory and is recruiting people. I just went to take a look. They pay 10 silver coins a day and are paid monthly!"
10 silver coins can buy two kilograms of potatoes, or three kilograms of corn... or two bowls of ramen.
Most of the factories here provide food and accommodation, and the wages paid can be saved. It is very conscientious to have 10 silver coins a day.
However...
That is Goblin Technology.
Most of the survivors don't have a good impression of it because they can always hear deafening noises coming from the factory.
There are often strange rumors
Some incredible weapons of mass destruction are being researched there.
Li Niu found that there were many people gathered at the factory gate, but few people went up to apply for the job.
He was not surprised at all that Goblin Technology couldn't recruit people...
...
"Fuck! How come there's no one!"
Only eight people were recruited in the whole morning.
Looking at the employee list in his hand, WC really Mosquito couldn't help but burst out a swear word.
Obviously the treatment is the same, why is the entrance of No. 81 Steel Plant always crowded every time it recruits workers, while every time he recruits workers, there are only people watching the excitement at the entrance?
Is this reasonable!
Obviously not!
After thinking about it, Mosquito can only come up with one reason.
There is no doubt that he must have been "balanced" by the dog planner!
The newbie standing next to him couldn't help but interrupt.
"Have you ever thought that your salary is too low?"
The other three players also echoed.
"That's right, 10 silver coins a day... you're so smart!"
"That's right, you won't do anything for this little money. I made 10 silver coins and 10 tribute yesterday for delivering ammunition!"
"Damn capitalists! Be careful not to be hung on the street lights!"
These four people are new employees recruited by Mosquito. They are all newcomers who entered the game in the Alpha1.1 version. Their IDs are also quite neat with two-character nicknames: Duo Ming, Zhui Hun, Sha Shen, and Jian Zhan.
From the IDs, it can be seen that they are not very old.
However, all four people said that they have graduated and even posted their graduation certificates.
"You newbies don't know anything!" Mosquito blushed and glared at the four newcomers, defending his frivolous behavior, "The salary for NPCs... 10 silver coins is already a lot, okay? The No. 81 Steel Plant next door also gives this!"
To be honest, is 10 silver coins a little bit?
In the previous versions, the daily salary of these NPCs was less than 2 silver coins. What I gave is already a lot, okay!
It's all because the managers are too generous with their money and give too many rewards for tasks, which has led to severe inflation in the past few months.
Earlier, newbies only earned 10 silver coins a day, and people were eager to do jobs that cost 5 copper coins, and they were very happy to be paid 1 silver coin.
It's not like now.
These newbies think that jobs that pay 10 silver coins per hour are too little.
And they also make excuses for being lazy.
For the same 10 silver coin task, running errands for the shelter will at least earn you contribution points, and with the contribution points in place, you can buy land and high-tech equipment.
Even running errands for Changjiu Farm can gain regional reputation. With high reputation, you can not only open a store, but also work in municipal agencies.
This is much more interesting than working!
Whenever I hear this argument, Mosquito can't help but sigh with grief.
Today's newbies really have no dedication at all.
If he doesn't work hard, how can he rush to T0?
How can Goblin Technology become bigger and stronger?
If it weren't for the fact that these four people's professional ability to "repair engines" was just right for him, Mosquito would never hire these extra guys.
Duoming didn't believe this guy's nonsense and rolled his eyes without giving him face.
"Can it be the same? No. 81 Steel Plant is an enterprise invested by the Shelter. In addition to wages, it also gives gift certificates."
Zhuihun: "That's right, and I heard that the enterprises controlled by the Shelter not only provide lifetime employment, but also occasionally give pots and pans, soap, oil, salt, etc., so that you work for the Shelter for the first half of your life and the Shelter supports you for the second half of your life."
Killer: "Hey, compared to this, Goblin Technology is so stingy!"
Mediation: "I couldn't agree more, capitalists are so hateful!"
WC is really there. Mosquito got anxious when he heard this.
"Fuck! How much can those gifts cost!? And, those are all game settings, do you take them seriously?"
The four rolled their eyes at the same time.
The gift is not worth much.
Then why don't you give it to me!
Ignoring the newbies who were singing against him, Mosquito took out a pen and a small notebook and silently calculated the account.
After thinking for a while, he bit the pen and muttered.
"Let's raise the NPC's salary to 12 silver coins..."
"If it's more, there will be no profit!"
A daily salary of 12 silver coins means a monthly salary of 360 silver coins, and 20 people will be 7,200 silver coins.
Mosquito felt a pang of pain when he thought of the increased cost of 7,200 silver coins.
Damn it!
Why can't we have slavery?
It's all a wasteland. Is it too much to spend money to buy two slaves to work?
It's not like I don't care about their food!
In the end, Mosquito raised the salary.
And the facts have indeed proved that giving more money is still useful.
Those temporary workers who were still watching the excitement in the morning also came up to sign up after seeing that the daily salary increased by 2 silver coins.
Working at Goblin Technology is a bit scary, but as long as the money is in place, no one cares so much.
And...
I haven't heard of anyone being killed in the explosion, right?
Before the evening, Mosquito finally recruited enough people, and finally breathed a sigh of relief and immediately began to arrange production.
As for why he suddenly recruited workers, it was mainly because Goblin Technology recently opened a new factory.
The cause of everything was that Mosquito learned on the forum yesterday that gas masks in Boulder City are very expensive and in high demand!
Even civilians who only have two or three chips in salary will buy one for themselves and their families.
Mosquito, who has a keen business sense, immediately smelled an opportunity to make a fortune.
What is the rigid demand of the wasteland?
It must be something that can save lives!
The wave came, and the entire Qingquan City was shrouded in a cloud of spores.
Those slime molds and spores cannot be killed by muscles and bullets.
Even the awakened ones cannot withstand the continuous inhalation of harmful substances.
Whether it is the merchants who go to Boulder City to do business or the locals who live there, they need at least one gas mask to ensure their safety.
After discovering this business opportunity, Mosquito was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.
Without saying a word, he immediately went online and went to the assistant of the manager overnight to register a branch company whose main business was "production of military equipment" and applied for a new factory.
What technical content can a gas mask have?
Three holes are made in the rubber, activated carbon is stuffed into the plastic bottle to make a filter, and two circles of aluminum rings clamp a lens. What exactly does it solve!
Because their neighbor Brown Farm planted a lot of Kamm trees, the rubber in the shelter is very cheap, just a little more expensive than food.
The plastic for the filter is also very easy to get, and the most common garbage in the wasteland is plastic bottles. Moreover, even without the garbage, the chemical plants in the industrial zone can synthesize polyethylene with biomass oil, which is cheaper than wood.
Mosquito studied it carefully, and taking into account the labor cost and the cost of purchasing raw materials, the cost of a mask is only two silver coins at most.
If the scale of production is increased, the cost can even be reduced to less than two silver coins!
Even if a mask can only be sold for 10 chips, it is more than double the profit for him!
If the chips earned are exchanged for local specialties in Boulder City and then shipped back, the profit will be even more terrifying.
Looking at the workers sitting in front of the workstations in the brand new factory, Mosquito's face was full of smug smiles, and he couldn't help but brag about himself.
"I am simply a genius!"
Du Ming, who followed behind him, couldn't help but complain honestly.
"I remember that this idea was thought up by Mole, right?"
Mosquito said nonchalantly.
"It doesn't matter! I was the first to do it!"
Du Ming: "..."
Oh my god.
This guy is so shameless!
…
Although he is always criticized by other players as a profiteer, it has to be admitted that Mosquito's action and efficiency are definitely T0 level among all players!
From the post on the forum to a new factory with 20 people, it took this guy less than 48 hours.
While other players were still arguing about the market size and posting their own design drawings on the forum, the gas masks produced by Goblin Technology were already on the shelves at the north gate.
Perfect interpretation of what time is money!
The design of the gas mask is quite simple, or even to put it bluntly, it is directly copied from a World War II movie.
The cone-shaped outline plus two fist-sized flat round filters look very much like the set of Return to Castle Wolfenstein. Two circles of aluminum rings sandwich a resin lens, which is a replica of the M38 rubber gas mask!
And because the wasteland people do not have high requirements for quality, as long as it can be used, Mosquito can also be regarded as complying with everyone's needs. The material used for the entire mask is even less than half of the M38 rubber gas mask!
Mosquito simply named it N19.
Since the cost is only half of that of M38, the number is naturally half.
Although this gas mask is full of slots, it still looks much more beautiful than the one that Mole Brother modified with garbage.
In addition, there are also 20 gray-black protective suits made of chemical fiber cloth on the shelves.
Although slime mold and spores do not directly harm the targets they come into contact with, for players who fight deep in the infected area, this kind of protective clothing that can cover the whole body and does not affect the action is still a bit better than nothing.
At least it is a little better than a bulletproof vest.
In order to take care of the players' wallets, Mosquito's pricing is also quite "conscientious", and the price of a protective suit is only 80 silver coins.
If you choose a mask + chemical protective suit set, a set is only 100 silver coins!
It can be said to be quite "conscientious".
The person in charge of sales is a little girl from the Frostspear tribe. Mosquito did not give her a basic salary, but promised her a 15% sales commission.
According to the price of 10 silver coins per mask, she can get a reward of 1.5 silver coins for each mask sold.
In order to make money to supplement the family, the little girl is also full of energy, and she started shouting hard as soon as she got on the job. That exotic face and pleasant voice attracted many players to come and watch.
However...
Shortly after the stall opened, a player immediately discovered the problem.
Silver Sword: "Wait, why is the price of the set more expensive than buying it separately?!"
Quitting, who was about to pay, suddenly shuddered and took back the VM he had just extended.
"Fuck! It's true!"
"The dog mosquito is crazy about money!"
"This is too dark!"
Seeing that everyone was excited and reacted so strongly, the Frostspear girl who was selling masks was a little overwhelmed, and looked at the mosquito standing next to her for help.
Having expected that someone would complain about his pricing, Mosquito used his little finger to pick his ears, stood out from the crowd, and said nonchalantly.
"What are you arguing about? The set has gifts! Didn't you see that there is also a shovel and a belt?"
The shovel was made by him from the No. 81 Steel Plant with a custom blade and assembled with a wooden handle wholesaled from the carpenter's hut, and the cost was only 5 silver coins.
As for the belt, it was even cheaper. It was made from the scraps of clothing in the leather factory, and the wholesale price was only 3 silver coins.
Loss?
Not true.
At least a little profit.
Silver Sword: "Can I just buy the mask and the engineer shovel?"
Silver Hand: "I only want the gas mask and the belt!"
Mosquito shook his head like a rattle.
"No, no, the engineer shovel and belt are gifts, not sold separately!"
Silver Dad: "Fuck!"
Quit smoking: "@#￥!"
Although they cursed, many players still took out VMs and paid for the gifts. Looking at the gas masks and protective clothing that were sold out, Mosquito's face was full of joy.
What is a professional player in life?
Isn't this good!
...
The third day of the launch of Alpha1.1 version.
The countdown of four hundred helmets finally reached zero, and the little players who had been waiting for countless days and months finally logged into the game as they wished.
When they opened their eyes and let the dazzling white light reflect on their retinas, almost every face facing up was filled with surprise and shock.
This light!
This wind!
This realistic touch!
And the solemn broadcast!
The immersive shock came to them, and every frame and every decibel made them feel that the funds were burning!
And this is just the opening animation...
"Awesome! I actually got to play such an awesome game in my lifetime!"
"Isn't this much more awesome than that metaverse?!"
"The child cried with excitement!"
"Open the door! Let me out!"
"...Put on pants before going out? Why do you have to wear pants? Can you not wear them?"
"Can you take them off after you go out?"
The chattering sound was exactly the same as before.
Finally, the broadcast was over, and more than 400 newbies rushed out of the room and squeezed into the square under the guidance of the broadcast.
Unlike Shelter No. 404.
The facilities of Shelter No. 117, which was neglected and maintained, were slightly old, but the space was relatively larger.
However, these newbies obviously didn't care about these.
Being able to become a rare European emperor and witness the birth of an epoch-making game with your own eyes is already a cheering thing.
As for which shelter you were born in, who cares?
Under the gaze of pairs of expectant eyes, a blue power armor strode in front of all the players.
The shiny armor and the powerful hammer attracted the attention of the audience as soon as they appeared.
The visor of the helmet opened.
Looking around at the players present, Chu Guang cleared his throat and solemnly recited the opening remarks he had finally thought of.
"…It is now the 200th year after the apocalypse. Fortunately, we have successfully survived the most difficult years. You are more fortunate than 12 billion people to be able to stand here, and now I need you to recognize the current situation as soon as possible, and then fulfill your declaration under the banner of the People's Union to rebuild our home!"
"The one next to you is my assistant. His name is Xiaoqi. If you have any questions about the shelter or don't understand something, you can ask him."
After the routine was over, Chu Guang handed the rest of the time to his assistant Xiaoqi and the old players beside him.
The threat of the wave is approaching.
There are places where manpower is needed everywhere.
Regarding how to play "Wasteland OL", these players with bigger and bigger brains are much more creative than the planner himself.
All they need is a little bit of correct guidance.
When the task of "passing on the torch" is completed, I believe these newbies should have a basic understanding of the rules and gameplay of the game.
After the opening animation ended.
The newbies dispersed in a swarm.
A curious little player walked up to Brother Quitting Smoking and asked curiously.
"Boss, how do you play this game?"
Hearing someone calling him Boss, Quitting Smoking was immediately happy, and hurriedly put on the style of a master, and glanced at the player calmly.
"What is your ID?"
The player laughed.
"Old Six in the Corner! I play Sniper Thief Six, and I can swing the sniper, jump the sniper, and sniper the blind sniper. If you don't understand, just ask, where can I buy a sniper in this game?"
Quitting Smoking looked at him with care and said patiently.
"First of all, a basic LD-47 assault rifle costs 200 silver coins. For newbies, I recommend the more maneuverable Pu-9 or the bolt-action Eviscerator... Before you think about buying any gun, feel your pocket first."
Old Six in the Corner touched his pocket and turned out a coin with N and F written on the front and back.
"Uh, I only have 5 silver coins... What can I buy?"
Quitting looked at him in surprise.
"The novice gift package has actually increased to 5 silver coins?"
He originally only had 1 silver coin, and it has actually increased five times!
Old Six in the Corner was stunned.
"A lot?"
Quitting laughed: "Probably enough for a bowl of noodles."
Old Six in the Corner: "..."
Quitting patted his shoulder in a condescending manner.
"Don't be discouraged, everyone has come this way. Anyway, you take the fire transmission task first, and I will help you complete the novice task. Save up 500 contributions and 50 silver coins to buy a VM first. Without the player interface, it will be inconvenient for you to do anything."
Old Six in the Corner was shocked.
"What the hell?! The system interface of this game has to be purchased with money?"
Quitting nodded.
"After all, we forced the planner to make this feature. At the beginning, this game didn't even have an operating interface or currency for trading."
"Awesome!" Old Six in the Corner looked at him with envy, "Boss, you must be a high-level player, right?"
Quitting Smoking smiled mysteriously.
"No, no, this game is very complicated, there are many bosses, I'm just average."
Hearing this, Old Six in the Corner's eyes lit up.
Just based on this sentence, he must be a boss!
"Boss! Can you bring my brothers who play together?"
Quitting Smoking said with a smile.
"Sure, I can bring up to four. How many people are there?"
Old Six in the Corner laughed.
"Not many, just four including me!"
WTF?
Four at a time?
Quitting Smoking looked at him in surprise, raised his arm and clicked on the VM.
"What are the IDs of your three friends?"
"Free Sniper, Item Master, Lost Newbie!"
Sure.
This ID is obviously an FPS player.
Quit Smoking entered the nickname on the screen and clicked Apply. As long as they went to Xiaoqi to confirm, the task of passing on the torch would officially begin.
"Done... You've been waiting in line for a long time, right?"
Old Six in the Corner smiled embarrassedly and scratched the back of his head.
"It's been a long time... Anyway, I filled in the reservation after seeing the promotional photos of the new map of Alpha 1.0 version. I've been waiting for about a month."
As he said that, he couldn't help but sigh.
"This game is so popular recently, the reservations have exceeded 100,000!"
Quit Smoking: "..."
MMP!
It's been a long time to wait for only a month!
The mood that was originally beautiful because of those big guys was not so beautiful in an instant-