This Game Is Too Realistic

Chapter 60 The money giver is here

The northern gate of the outpost.

Two men in avant-garde clothes, one behind the other, sandwiched the two-headed cow, walked to the north gate and stopped.

The man standing near the front held a 7-wheel rifle, a specialty of Red River Town, in his hand. Although the muzzle was pointed downward, his eyes kept wandering back and forth on the wall and around, following possible dangers.

This person is very strong!

This was Chu Guang's first instinct.

As for the person standing at the back, it was the businessman surnamed Sun that Chu Guang met before.

"Haha, my old friend, we meet again!"

Seeing Chu Guang appearing at the door, the nervousness on Sun Shiqi's face immediately disappeared, and he opened his arms with joy and enthusiasm and greeted him.

Chu Guang could smell the smell coming from him from a long distance away. Chu Guang couldn't stand it anymore and instead of hugging him, he extended his right hand.

Sun Shiqi chuckled, not embarrassed, and changed his posture in a good-natured manner, holding Chu Guang's right hand and shaking it vigorously.

Then let go.

"Sorry, I traveled for almost five days and didn't even have time to take a shower, which made you laugh!"

"It's okay." Chu Guang glanced at the man standing next to the two-headed cow and cast a questioning look at Sun Shiqi, "Who is this?"

"He is the gunman I hired in Honghe Town. He is responsible for my safety along the way. There are several gunmen's guilds in Honghe Town who are very trustworthy and reliable. The most important thing is that they know how to avoid fighting with nearby people. There is a conflict between the predators in the area... Mainly for safety reasons, you can just pretend that he doesn't exist!"

Gunslingers' guild?

I am afraid that I am a plunderer who washes his hands in a golden basin.

Chu Guang nodded, his eyes lingering on the large two-headed cow for a while, his eyebrows slightly raised with a hint of interest.

It seems that the dried meat they make is very popular in Honghe Town. The last business should have made this guy a lot of money. Not only did he have enough money to buy a new batch of goods, but he also hired a bodyguard.

This is a good thing.

Only a win-win business can last long.

"How is the way to Boulder City? Is it easy to walk?" Chu Guang asked casually.

"I haven't been to Boulder City before, and I don't know much about the situation there." Sun Shiqi shook his head like a rattle, "After I left you last time, I went to a farm not far from you. It happened that they They were all very interested in my remaining goods, so I exchanged some grain with them and went back directly.”

"The road conditions in the city are too complicated, and the ruins inside are like a maze. I would rather walk 10 kilometers in the wilderness than walk one mile in the city."

"You should also feel that this winter will probably be more difficult than in previous years. The price of food in Honghe Town has skyrocketed. Those big shots like mine owners and slave owners are not used to those black nutritional ointments. I almost just Transporting the items to the trading post, they were immediately snapped up by their servants.”

"I thought that since the sales were so good, I might as well come back before the heavy snow blocked the road, so I hired a bodyguard and set off, hehe."

"Is it so easy to sell? It seems that I sold it cheaper last time." Chu Guang said half-jokingly.

Realizing that he had gotten carried away, Sun Shiqi quickly coughed and said with a smile.

"My lord, you are joking. We traveling businessmen all do business with our heads in our belts. We say we can make some money, but in fact we only make a living on traveling expenses."

"Okay, don't give me a hard time. It's up to you how much you earn. When you have money, remember to buy two more cows and bring more things with you in the coming spring." Chu Guang interrupted his nonsense and went straight to the point, " Where is the thing I want? Have you brought it?"

Sun Shiqi said quickly.

"I have them all with me! Hehe, don't worry, I will definitely not forget your instructions!"

The mutated two-headed ox can often weigh more than one ton, with a carrying capacity of about 700 kilograms to 900 kilograms. Its mobility in ruins and wild terrain is relatively good, slightly inferior to the mutated yak.

In addition to 500 kilograms of coins, Sun Shiqi also used the money he earned to purchase less than 100 kilograms of supplies.

Among them, those with trading value include a bag of waxy-yellow coarse salt, which weighs about 10 kilograms. There are also 10 7-caliber revolver rifles, two large bags of heavy bullets, etc.

Although he still had some weight left, he had no extra money to purchase goods.

Normally, these less wealthy merchants would risk taking detours to scavenge, but at this time, it is obviously inappropriate to do so.

When checking the bullets in the sacks, Chu Guang noticed that these two large bags of bullets were all made of copper?

It seems that there is not much copper shortage in Honghe Town.

However, compared to the stamped shells produced in Boulder City, many of the bullets produced in Honghe Town are rolled with copper sheets, and there are depressions and bulges visible to the naked eye on the shells.

No wonder they make this kind of semi-automatic revolver rifle with a simple receiver structure.

With a slightly more precise receiver, I'm afraid it will jam after just a few rounds when firing this kind of ammunition.

Is this the difference between industrial survivor strongholds and resource-based survivor strongholds?

Throwing a few bullets in his hand back into the bag, Chu Guang silently recorded the information in his heart.

"...How about it, sir? Are you satisfied with these goods?"

Sun Shiqi had a flattering smile on his face.

If possible, he hoped Chu Guang would buy all these things.

In this way, he can also bring back more dried meat.

"I want all the weapons, coarse salt, and those coins." His eyes fell on the last bag. Chu Guang took a look and found that it contained some ginger powder, so he asked, "What's in it?" What is it?"

Sun Shiqi said with a smile.

"Insect powder! It is dried and ground by the mutated yellow-fronted tall-legged spider. It is rich in nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium. It is mainly used as fertilizer!"

Chu Guang nodded in understanding.

As fertilizer, that should be what Brown Farm needs. He hasn't started farming here yet, so he has no need for this thing.

But this did provide him with an idea.

I heard from players that there are a lot of struvite stones by the lake. Maybe you can try to make some fertilizer and sell it to Brown Farm.

At this time, Sun Shiqi suddenly remembered something, walked to the side of the two-headed cow, opened the leather package hanging on it, and took out a glass bottle from it.

The mouth of the glass bottle was plugged with a cork, and there were some small holes on the cork for ventilation. There were fist-sized ants stuffed in the bottle, with limbs and tentacles visible to the naked eye shaking, which looked quite scary.

After staring at the bottle with interest for a while, Chu Guang asked.

"Is this the iron-backed ant?"

Sun Shiqi said with a smile.

"That's right! Usually we use it to make feed or other things. Someone at the trading post happened to be selling it, so I bought a bottle."

After playing with the bottle for a while, Chu Guang looked at Sun Shiqi and asked.

"How much?"

Sun Shiqi waved his hands repeatedly and said.

"No, no, no, my friend, you misunderstood. This is a gift from me, free of charge."

"Oh? Thanks."

Of course Chu Guang would not refuse such a good thing and decisively accepted the gift.

As for the return gift?

nonexistent.

Allowing this guy to do business with him is already the greatest favor to him.

Seeing Chu Guang accepting the gift, Sun Shiqi's face was filled with smiles.

"You're welcome, it's my honor to have your friendship... Look, it's getting late, how about we talk about the details of the transaction?"

Chu Guang nodded and said only one word.

"Can."

…

Unlike the merchants from Boulder City, most of these merchants from other areas do not recognize the currency of chips. They either have their own currency, or they don't even have currency at all.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, when conducting cross-regional trade, everyone barters, and there is no fixed "price".

Although he received a gift from Sun Shiqi that symbolized friendship, friendship cannot be eaten after all. When bargaining, Chu Guang did not make any concessions for the sake of favor.

joke.

Who can be thicker-skinned than sales?

The 500 kilogram coin is still based on the price agreed last time. Every 100 kilogram is exchanged for 4 kilograms of air-dried meat, which is equivalent to 20 kilograms of air-dried meat.

Chu Guang always kept his word. He had no intention of going back on what he had agreed to do, and there was no need to do so.

Both parties happily reached a consensus.

But the fun part only ends here.

A few minutes ago, Sun Shiqi was naive enough to think that the man in front of him was easy to talk to, until the man in front of him burst out with a crazy sentence like "3 kilograms of dried meat for 1 kilogram of salt."

"Sorry, did I hear wrongly...maybe you said 1 catty?"

This guy's reaction was completely expected, Chu Guang said unmoved.

"You heard it right, I'm talking about 1 kilogram, 1 kilogram of coarse salt."

"This is impossible!"

Sun Shiqi exclaimed almost out of reflex, swept away his previous respectful attitude, and argued angrily and rationally.

"You must be kidding! The bacon you use here is roasted and air-dried. It is not cured at all. It can't be worth the price!"

"oh?"

Seeing that Chu Guang was still unmoved, Sun Shiqi took a deep breath and continued in a gentle tone.

"Well, you are not a businessman after all. Maybe you don't understand the market... Let's settle an account. If I transport these 10 kilograms of coarse salt to Boulder City, I can get at least 1 point of chips for every 100 grams!"

Chu Guang said nothing.

In fact, he has never been to Boulder City at all. He only knows about those coarse salts that are sallow in appearance, have a bitter taste, and are only consumed by the poor. At Old Leech's on Beit Street, they charge 2 chips for every 100g. doubled.

But what does it matter?

The price of grain has tripled!

It is completely meaningless to discuss prices in the wasteland.

Moistening his dry throat, Sun Shiqi continued.

"100 chips! If I exchange these chips for electrical appliances, industrial products, and daily necessities and take them to Brown Farm, I can get at least 300 kilograms of green wheat. If I exchange these grains for bacon, I will get at least 60 to 75 kilograms. It’s only reasonable.”

"So the lowest price I can accept is 60 kilograms, which is 1 kilogram of salt for 6 kilograms of bacon! For the sake of our friendship... 59 kilograms, this is the lowest price I can accept!"

"It's also my biggest concession!"

Sun Shiqi felt that he had explained the truth simply and clearly enough.

Even if these hamsters guarding the shelter have not done business in the wasteland, they should be able to understand their "difficulties".

However, after listening to his nonsense, Chu Guang just smiled.

He was right about one thing.

I am indeed not a businessman.

If someone really sees themselves this way, then the situation is too small.

But what if you think you don’t understand trading?

hehe.

"Everything you said is right."

Sun Shiqi's face was filled with joy.

However, before waiting for a second, Chu Guang's next words caused the happy expression to freeze on his face.