This Game Is Too Realistic

"Lol, let me try it too… What the fuck! How the hell did I get shofar potatoes?!"

"Hahahahaha, you have shitty luck!"

Of course.

Not everyone was busy with the lottery either, like a certain girl with short hair.

"Xiaoyu’s thanks! Woohoo, how would Xiaoyu thank me?! Will she give me a hug? Can I pick her up and kiss her?"

Sisi, who was standing beside her, sighed and poked Tail’s arm with the butt of her gun. "Don’t blame me for not reminding you, if you are too perverted, you will be kicked out of the game."

Chu Guang had asked Little Seven to develop the lottery function last night. He hadn’t found a chance to use it, so he decided to test it in the mission reward.

It seemed as though the feedback from the players was quite alright.

Although the prizes in the pool were all gadgets that would not affect the balance of the game, the occasional excited shout of one or two lucky players could always push the atmosphere to another level.

To Chu Guang’s surprise, judging from the reactions of players, the widely recognized SSSR was actually not an iron-barreled rifle that was worth 150 silver coins, but a useless brass pistol.

The brass-colored appearance looked very rare, and the cool shape made it even more attractive.

The only downside was that it couldn’t kill anyone, and it could only be used to light a cigarette, however, it didn’t matter!

Anyone who had played The Division knew that weapons with names were not necessarily better than those orange gears, but everyone would still keep them as collectibles and use them on the forum to deceive newbies.

Wasteland Online was the same.

Legendary weapons wouldn’t give any damage bonus, whether it was Cha’s submachine gun or Bear’s shotgun. Other than having a unique story, they were no better than those iron-barreled rifles bought from Boulder Town.

Of course, to say that the lighter of the old leech was completely useless was not entirely true. After all, the players in the outpost mainly rely on matches to light fire.

This lighter with piezoelectric ceramics was still relatively high-tech.

Mosquito, who got a shofar potato, shouted angrily in the square, "Bad review! I will definitely leave a bad review! Why don’t we hold an auction this time? I want the lighter of that old leech!"

The players around looked at him with a gloating smile.

You got what you deserved!

Now that there is no auction, the good loot finally won’t be hoarded by rich players.

Makka Pakka, who got the lighter, was so happy that he almost wanted to wear a VM around his neck to show off.

"Do you want it? I can sell it to you for 1000 silver coins. Don’t miss the opportunity"

"Screw you! You want to sell a lighter for 1000 silver coins! Are you crazy!?" Mosquito raged.

Who the hell had that much money?

Makka Pakka raised his eyebrows smugly.

He didn’t plan to sell it at all.

"1000 silver once, 1000 silver twice… Why didn’t you raise your hand? No? Very good, now it’s 1500."

Mosquito’s eyes bulged in anger. "%￥#@!"

After the task was completed, the rewarded silver coins and contribution points would arrive immediately.

As for the prizes drawn and the wines awarded by the mission, they would need to wait until they returned to the outpost and collect them in the NPC’s warehouse.

After all, it was better to save the drink for the victory banquet.

If the wines were distributed to the players that very moment, Chu Guang was really worried that these idiots would drink them immediately and get drunk on the spot. And then he would have to arrange for someone to carry them back.

He would basically be causing trouble for himself if that happened.

In addition to the rewards that everyone would receive, some players who performed additional tasks would also get additional rewards, and this part of the rewards was mainly composed of silver coins and copper coins, which would not affect the balance and would not make the players who did not get rewards like that feel that it was unfair.

Actually, Chu Guang had recently been thinking about developing an additional military merit system in addition to the contribution system, and producing some electronic versions of medals and ranks to further differentiate the growth paths of Lifestyle Profession players and Combat Profession players.

However, other problems would arise with the new system.

Sure enough, he needed to wait till there were more people in the future. He needed players to go outside to expand their territories before considering enriching this part of the gameplay.

Outside the gate of the castle, Chu Guang found Old Charlie and asked him to do a quick inventory check of Baker Street’s supplies.

Old Charlie could be said to be very familiar with the task he had been assigned. He quickly found the account book left in the warehouse and took Chu Guang to the granary.

"Baker Street’s granary has a total of 8,000 kilograms of shofar potatoes, 12,000 kilograms of green wheat, 5,000 kilograms of cabbage, 800 kilograms of dried meat, 30 kilograms of coarse salt, and two sacks of pepper and peppercorns... Everything is recorded in this account book. There is a record of every withdrawal of materials, you can have a look at it."

After saying that, Old Charlie respectfully handed the crumpled account book to Chu Guang.

After Chu Guang took the account book, he glanced at it casually.

What surprised him was that in addition to the grain reserves, there were actually two packs of 500g refined salt and 20 kilograms of white sugar in the warehouse.

There was even soy sauce and vinegar!

The old leech’s food reserve was too damn good.

"What about material reserves other than food and ordnance?"

Old Charlie replied respectfully, "The warehouse is mainly stocked with furs for trade, which can be found at the back of the account book. But after Liszt’s caravan visited last time, and the people from the Bloodhand Clan came here to extort the town mayor again, there’s not much left."

"In addition, there are 173 chips, and a fur of a hyena cub. Although it is not recorded in the accounts, I have already packed it up. They are on the table right in front of the warehouse."

Chu Guang nodded.

173 chips was still a lot of money.

As for the batch of furs that the old leech gave the Bloodhand clan, they were currently in his warehouse. Some of them seemed to have been bought by Teng Teng to make clothes, which many players were currently wearing.

Just when he was about to ask Old Charlie to take him to the warehouse, a player whose face was covered with dirt ran over to the castle.

"Administrator!"

Looking at Midnight Pubg who came back alone, Chu Guang could roughly guess what happened, but he still looked at him and asked, "How is it?"

Midnight Pubg replied with a look of shame. "... When we went down, there was an explosion in the secret tunnel. Sewage flooded the tunnel, reaching the soles of our shoes. We continued to move forward, and soon encountered a few frightened rats and mutant cockroaches... After getting rid of them, we tried to remove the collapsed gravel with a shovel. But the wooden beam of the tunnel was broken, the more we removed, the more areas began to collapse so we had to withdraw."

Sewage?

It seemed that the underground passage of the wine cellar should be connected to the sewer of Clearspring City. When the old leech ignited the explosive, it was estimated that the sewage pipe buried nearby was blown up.

After listening to Midnight Pubg’s report, Chu Guang didn’t blame him. He simply nodded. "I see, you have done a good job, you don’t have to blame yourself."

If they couldn’t capture him, there was no point to blame the players.

The survivors of Baker Street already knew the old leech’s crimes. Whether he was still alive or not, there was no way people would let him come back.

After speaking, Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and swiped on his VM, clicking the Confirm Completion option for the player’s task.

After watching Midnight Pubg leave with joy, Chu Guang looked at Old Charlie and tossed over the account book.

"I will take away most of the things in the warehouse. As for the food, I will take half of it, and the rest will be kept here for the time being for the residents of Baker Street. They can buy whatever they wish and you can keep the book for now. I will get someone to check in with you regularly.”

"In addition, the official currency of Baker Street will change to copper coins and silver coins. You can still use the chips, but they can no longer be actively put into the market. In the future, if people want to buy or exchange something from you, you will pay them silver coins and copper coins."

It may be difficult to implement a new currency at the beginning, but Chu Guang would use the price lever to influence everyone’s decision.

When the same item would be cheaper to buy with silver coins, survivors would naturally start to trade in the new currency.

After hearing Chu Guang’s order, Charlie immediately understood what he meant and nodded. "I understand."

Chu Guang also nodded.

Chu Guang suddenly remembered that there was one important thing that he hadn’t mentioned. So he cleared his throat, raised his volume, and continued with a solemn expression, "The tyrant has been overthrown, and the survivors of Baker Street will usher in a new order."

"From now on, you shall be the new town mayor."

"I will pay you 400 silver coins each month, and your first task is to draft a list of rules as Baker Street’s first law. In the future, everything here will be done in accordance with the law."

Old Charlie was a little surprised.

Although he had guessed that Chu Guang would probably ask him to help him clean up the mess, getting paid a salary and drafting laws honestly exceeded his expectations.

He wondered if Chu Guang still thought that there was hope for the world.

Although he was utterly confused, Old Charlie didn’t say anything. He simply bowed his head respectfully and happily accepted the appointment.

"I will follow your orders, sir."

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