This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 249: The Embryo of the Business Association and News from Red River Town

Chapter 249: Chapter 249: The Embryo of the Business Association and News from Red River Town

"When did a survivor settlement suddenly pop up in North Suburb?"

"I don’t know, it’s been a month since I heard ’Voice of Giant Stone City’ mention this place, I thought the hillbillies in North Suburb didn’t survive this winter."

"I remember this place being a forest last year? I recall a Looter outpost to the north and Mutants’ territory to the east."

"You’ve been here before?"

"Only once."

At the southern gate of Outpost Base.

A few mercenaries, carrying rifles, curiously surveyed the small town hidden among the trees, guessing how many people lived there to pass the time.

Some said a hundred, others said a thousand, but no consensus was reached.

Not far from them stood two men in business suits, although not as shocked as the mercenaries, their faces still hinted at some surprise.

Of course, this hint of surprise couldn’t completely mask the arrogance beneath their eyebrows.

Even though the suits they wore had been washed to a whitish hue and the buttons re-sewn multiple times, they still looked more dignified than those Wasteland Wanderers in furs.

But the Blue Jackets were another story.

Those born with a silver spoon in the shelters were an exception.

Even the residents living within the grand walls had to admit that those Blue Jackets, dwelling in their iron cages, could stand on an equal footing with them.

"Have you ever seen the Blue Jackets build houses on the surface?"

"Never seen it, but allowing Wasteland Wanderers to live over their heads is already quite extraordinary."

The two engineers whispered a few words.

Considering the monthly salary of 1200 chips and all-inclusive board and lodging, they kept their voices down, conversing in tones only audible to themselves.

One couldn’t afford to offend their paymasters.

On the other side, Qian Lai approached List and respectfully said,

"Boss, I’ve brought the items you requested!"

Two engineers, the complete set of equipment needed to produce solid-state hydrogen cells, had been carried to the south gate of Outpost Base by ten double-headed cows.

Though rudimentary, it was the best option available. The inner city conditions were far worse than the suburbs, with bulging roadways and deep pits often forming abrupt cliffs in localized regions, along with some collapsed viaducts and building debris, making most of the marked roads on the map impassable.

And the slightly better roads were too difficult for four-wheeled vehicles to navigate, not nearly as effective as beasts of burden that managed ten kilometers per bushel.

However, despite numerous difficulties on the road, their return journey was lucky.

Apart from encountering a Potholing Beast and some birds of unknown species, they hardly met any other problems, and no Looters confronted them.

Yet even so, including a three-day stop in between, the round trip took a full week.

Not far away, the warehouse workers were already unloading the goods.

"Well done."

List patted Qian Lai on the shoulder, gave him an encouraging look, and then continued,

"Now I need you to go back again, deliver a ton of Spirit Leaf to our warehouse in Giant Stone City, then head to the Pirate Ship Tavern and talk to the bar, you can start negotiating at 60 chips per kilogram. Don’t be polite with him, he’ll definitely be interested in this batch, if not, just leave it and I’ll deal with it when I return."

"Also, I need 10 Iron Horse 60 type camel machines, remember to get them from my old friend. We have large orders and they have ample stock, you know how to bargain with him. Try to get these goods here within a week, don’t let our friends wait too long."

A ton of Spirit Leaf?!

In winter?

Qian Lai’s face was filled with surprise, but he did not inquire further, just nodded seriously.

"Okay boss, any other instructions?"

"There is," List nodded slightly and looked at the young man next to him, patting his shoulder and smiling, "This gentleman, there are some residents from the refuge who will go with you."

"My name is Shu Yu." The young man appeared somewhat tense on his face, not from shyness, but rather like someone who might be trying too hard.

Qian Lai looked him over thoroughly.

The first impression was that of youthfulness, the second was that he must come from a well-to-do family, although it was evident that he had endured hardships, which still set him apart from other wasteland wanderers.

His accent suggested that he might be from the northern part of River Valley Province and had likely dealt with traders, though not very familiarly.

Having guessed as much, Qian Lai smiled and extended his right hand for a handshake.

"Qian Lai."

"We should get along quite well!"

...

To provide players with a better gaming experience and to prevent those who visited new maps from wandering aimlessly and causing trouble in someone else’s home, Chu Guang decided to establish an office in Giant Stone City to assist players coming from the refuge.

He would also gather intelligence about Giant Stone City.

Initially, his idea was to set up an embassy or something similar, but after reading Brother Fang Chang’s post, he abandoned the thought.

That would be meaningless and simply embarrassing.

The city lord was indifferent to the city affairs, and the self-governing city hall had little actual power. Rather than engaging in bewildering diplomacy, it was far more realistic to bribe some influential locals.

Their words might carry more weight than those old men in the city hall, as numerous industries were controlled by big figures from the inner city.

The young man named Shu Yu was selected by Chu Guang from the logistics department.

Initially, his duties were related to sanitation at the Changjiu Farm, later he taught refugees how to read and count, and finally, he returned to the Changjiu Farm to help distribute tasks related to Elm District. He was a rare intellectual among refugees and had an understanding of the language and behavior of "players."

Upon learning from Jiu Li that the young man’s family had once operated a trade station in the north, Chu Guang, after deep consideration, decided that he would take the role of the first civil servant at Office No. 404 in Giant Stone City.

Although the young man seemed nervous and not very experienced, Chu Guang thought he was worth training.

No one is born ready for their job, and since his previous work record was still quite commendable, it indicated he was competent.

Although Old Luka was skeptical of refugees coming from the north, believing they weren’t trustworthy, Chu Guang did not share this view.

Standing on the third floor of the sanatorium, looking out at the south gate and listening to Old Luka’s counsel, Chu Guang thought for a moment and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"These are people without homes, they desire recognition more than anyone. We need to promote capable individuals from their ranks to show them an example of promotion, which not only stimulates their enthusiasm for work but also gains their loyalty."

"I do not doubt your decision, sir. However, regardless of his background, he is still too young. I am concerned that his resolve is not firm enough, and Giant Stone City might corrupt his loyalty," Old Luka cautiously said, "Perhaps you should choose someone more mature."

This seemed like a good idea.

Someone mature in character, with outstanding abilities, well-educated, and with rich experience in management.

If he had such a person at hand, Chu Guang would have assigned major responsibilities long ago.

Just like Old Charlie from Bet Street.

Though he only managed a village of a hundred households, it was a pilot project for the street office and its operations were crucial.

The old man was responsible for educating the local residents and simultaneously training civil servants himself.

As for the residents of the refuge—namely the players—that was not very likely.

Even the word "players" suggests a juxtaposition with stability, when interpreted literally.

Instability was the nature of players; they were born adventurers and inventors. Thus, long-term, repetitive positions requiring stability were inevitably suited only for NPCs, an experience Chu Guang had derived from practice in early versions of the game.

Few players could last long in positions that required standing or sitting all day, such as guard duty or warehouse management. Most of the time, frequent rotations were necessary to ensure these positions were always manned.

Not to mention, having a group of players assign quests to another group always negatively impacted the gaming experience for both parties.

Of course, this wasn’t to say players were entirely unsuitable for management roles; it just needed a different format.

For instance, the guild system found in most MMORPGs, which was more flexible in rules and functions. It could strengthen social attributes, increase user stickiness, and stimulate spending while boosting "daily active users," making it a valuable tool for operators to emulate.

Chu Guang didn’t ask for much.

A groundbreaking game didn’t need to worry about retention; those who couldn’t accept it wouldn’t choose it in the first place, and opting in meant acceptance.

Being able to increase "daily active users" and stimulate spending was enough for him.

Watching Old Luka’s worried look, Chu Guang smiled lightly and said,

"A coin tossed onto the ground can land on either side, how much more so with people? Even a coin flipping expert can’t have it land heads up ten thousand times in a row."

"Our job isn’t to ensure it lands heads up every time, but to pick it up and toss it again when it falls heads down."

"Trying is always better than doing nothing."

On the other side.

While List was introducing that promising young man to Qian Lai, Fang Chang finally met up with his friends.

As soon as they met, Night Ten grabbed Fang Chang’s arm, excitedly saying,

"Brother, you’re finally back!"

Old White, unable to help himself, expressed,

"Training newbies is too hard!"

Old White: "..."

Wild Wind: "..."

"Missing Daddy? How embarrassing."

Fang Chang chuckled, suddenly noticing a new face among the players, and said in realization,

"This must be the post-apocalypse..."

"Lone Wolf! I’m Lone Wolf!" worried he would say his full name, Lone Wolf quickly spoke up and changed the subject, "Boss, I’ve read your strategies, they’re awesome!"

Fang Chang chuckled and replied,

"Oh, not at all, brother, you’re the real boss here. I heard our brick factory’s efficiency doubled thanks to your design."

Although he had been outside in the game and hadn’t returned, it didn’t stop him from keeping up with the group chat.

Wild Wind had added this brother to the group earlier, and they had met online long before, just not in the game.

Lone Wolf laughed shyly.

"Not quite, I just made some minor improvements, nothing like doubling, maybe just seventy or eighty percent."

He then sighed,

"It’s a pity our industrial zone’s foundation is still too weak otherwise we could set up that large rotary kiln. Brick embryos would go directly through the tunnel furnace from the tracks, and as new bricks go in, the ones in the front are already fired. By controlling the furnace temperature and the speed of the tunnel, production can be adjusted. At high speed, it’s a hundred million bricks a day, and slower settings go down to twenty or thirty thousand with only two operators. That’s far more efficient!"

Quit Smoking: "Awesome!"

Regrettably, he had no special skills, so all he could say was ’awesome’ for now.

The business mutual praise went on for a while.

Fang Chang turned to his friends and began discussing serious matters.

"The new map has lots of content; I roamed around for three days and only reached a 60% exploration rate. We need to go back soon."

"Unexpectedly, this might be a test for the new trading system... Have you guys received the quest?"

Old White smiled and said,

"Got it, bright and early, we’re all prepared."

Night Ten was eager, urging,

"When do we leave? Let’s hurry up."

Fang Chang glanced towards the door where the warehouse workers were unloading precious goods from the backs of oxen and loading new packages taken from the warehouse.

Those must be the Spirit Leaves.

The food for Devil Moths and their larvae found in the Greenhouse Ruins, rumored to contain elements that dull pain and enhance focus, though it was of little significance to players.

Pain was already disabled in the game, and reducing it further with medication was superfluous.

"It depends on the NPCs... Speaking of which, what all did you bring? You guys are so quick; let me catch my breath."

Night Ten chuckled,

"Not much, not much. There are clothes made by Miss Teng Teng, mushrooms from Crow Boss, scrambled eggs Brother used in his big bird vodka, gadgets from the 81 Steel Factory, peripherals from Goblin Technology, and... various other items."

Fang Chang was surprised.

"Wow, that’s a lot?"

Wild Wind added,

"We only took a little of each, as the Warehouse Manager put it, we’re going to open up the market."

Quit Smoking looked envious.

"Ah, I’m so jealous."

"If you leveled up a bit quicker, you could have come with us."

Old White patted Quit Smoking’s shoulder and encouraged, "Hang in there, brother. You’ve got some leveling to do first. From LV8 to LV10 might just be two levels, but it takes time."

Although he could go without receiving the quest, he wouldn’t be able to complete any tasks once there. He might spend a few days just to see the CG content already prepared, not to mention the possibility of encountering bugs... That was exactly per a certain game planner’s words.

Even if continuous bugs were the norm during closed beta testing, players who experienced bugs in the last expansion pack weren’t keen on a repeat.

Quit Smoking sighed deeply.

"I’ll keep leveling."

This time going to Giant Stone City required reaching Level 10 and achieving the Contribution Level of Intermediate Citizen.

Since it was a test for the new system, perhaps the planners felt it was more appropriate to arrange for reliable players, hence the high threshold and limited number of participants.

The task process was quite straightforward: escort the goods to Giant Stone City and, after delivery, serve as guards for the NPC to ensure the successful establishment of Office No. 404 in Giant Stone City.

Participants were free to act on their own, and an NPC would follow as a translator and handle communications with the locals.

Incidentally, besides the office in Giant Stone City, the Business Association at the Outpost Base was also under construction. Early in the morning, they had staked out a piece of land by the north gate, just waiting for the design boss to finalize the contents of the new folder.

Without any surprises, these facilities would likely be the embryonic form of the upcoming "Business Guild" of Shelter No. 404.

According to Ah Guang, they planned to set up an "interface" in the game in a way that suited the game’s style and settings better, allowing players to more easily find NPC employees.

After the function was implemented, everything could be done through VM.

Thinking of the lights Brother Bing drew for him, Quit Smoking looked at the NPCs busy loading and unloading goods at the door and couldn’t help feeling motivated.

He’d put more effort into getting his level above LV10 before the new version arrived.

That way, when the new version came, he could experience even more game content!

"Lone Wolf, want to go level up at the Fifth Ring later?" Quit Smoking turned to the newcomer next to him, his face displaying a determined smile.

Lone Wolf was slightly stunned.

"Me? I don’t need to, my ’Pass the Torch’ quest is already done, and I have the VM."

Watching this spiritless fellow, Quit Smoking said gravely,

"You’re only at LV3, how can you be so lazy! Getting the VM is when the real game starts! Don’t you want to explore higher-level worlds? Don’t you want rookies clinging to your leg, calling you a boss?"

Frankly, Lone Wolf wasn’t interested in that at all; he enjoyed the process of the game itself rather than showing off.

Besides, there were already plenty of people in real life who called him a boss...

"Uh, not necessary," Lone Wolf said with an awkward smile, "I’m in the Intelligence System; there are many ways for me to gain experience, it’s not all about fighting monsters. I plan to head to the industrial area later, why don’t you find someone else?"

Quit Smoking: "Damn!"

Damn it!

This guy!

Ditched him as soon as he got the VM.

What about their friendship?

Fang Chang and Old White were discussing whether to bring any special products with them. Those chips might be important quest props.

At that moment, a burly figure wrapped in a cotton coat, skin gleaming green, strode out of the south entrance, exclaiming cheerfully,

"Ha-ha-ha, spring! Spring is here! I finally made it!"

Sss—

Still a bit chilly!

But his level had gone up, his metabolism had improved, and with the cotton coat, it wasn’t as tough as before.

Rubbish Lord had a blast, but the people at the door were frightened.

Especially a few mercenaries near the commercial team, who pulled out their weapons in shock.

Luckily, nearby guards quickly intervened, preventing a bloody conflict.

"What the hell, where did you get such a big Lizard!? Is this a Dead Claw’s young?"

"He can even speak!"

Seeing the two shocked mercenaries, Xu Shun cleared his throat and explained,

"This is our Manager’s pet... He has a special training method."

The two mercenaries exchanged looks, seeing confusion written large in each others’ faces.

Blue Jacket had such a skill?!

Never heard of it!

They had seen nobles in the Inner City dress their dogs, but this was the first time they’d seen someone clothe a Death Claw.

Isn’t it risky without a leash?

"...I’ve never seen something so ridiculous."

Hearing his companion’s words, the other mercenary swallowed.

"I bet the lazy bums in the tavern haven’t seen it either."

...

Loading the goods didn’t take too much time.

Before noon, a commercial team composed of both players and NPCs, carrying spirit leaves worth tens of thousands of chips, radios for communication, commodities for market expansion, and the hopes of countless little players, set off toward Boulder City once more.

This time, the scale of the commercial team was much larger, with both personnel and goods increased several-fold.

Hopefully, they would bring back good news in a week.

Whether Shelter No. 404, which was already on the fast track of development, could press the accelerator again depended on the performance of its little players and NPCs.

"May good luck follow you!"

"To the warriors pioneering the future."

Chu Guang, standing upstairs, watched as their figures disappeared at the end of the concrete road outside the south gate, sending them a blessing, then turned and went downstairs.

Over on List’s side, who had finally gotten the Device, he was already eagerly leading personnel and equipment to the industrial area.

workers were ready.

According to List himself, the Device would be installed within a week, and engineers would complete training for the workers within three weeks and start guiding production.

He couldn’t guarantee efficiency for the time being.

After all, the educated workers promised by Chu Guang could only read and count.

But List was full of confidence.

Because he had almost no costs.

Silver coins?

Those were loans from the shelter’s bank to the Company; whether it was paying salaries or buying materials, it wasn’t his chips being spent, just numbers on an account.

Chu Guang had promised him that the factory’s debts wouldn’t affect their dealings; even if it went bankrupt, at most, it would involve liquidation of "factory assets," and the shortfall wouldn’t be charged to him.

In Chu Guang’s own words, it was a system of limited liability, where the legal person bore limited responsibility.

This was a novel concept in Boulder City, but perhaps it was common in the pre-war era?

Regardless, this deal seemed risk-free for him.

Right now, List was only thinking about one thing—speed!

The sooner they started working, the sooner he could turn that junk into chips.

He would be one step closer to his dream of rising into high society.

...

That night.

After bustling between the industrial area and Outpost Base all day, Chu Guang returned to the shelter, turned on the computer, and started doing the planner’s tasks.

Today, the official website was as busy as ever.

Mole Old Brother, on his way to Red River Town, had finally, albeit belatedly, posted his guide.

Actually, these past few days he hadn’t been off the forum; he was just busy monster hunting along the way, nothing remarkable really, as Brother Fang Chang monopolized all the attention on the entire forum.

Now that the Giant Stone City guide had been updated, Brother Mole seized the chance and immediately posted the guide, attracting all those players who were still longing for more.

"...Damn, we’ve really had some rough luck along the way. Those Variants were like drugged up, each one fiercer than the last. I finally understand why we hardly see anyone around here; most must have been snatched by those monsters!"

"Monster Den! I’ve already marked it on the map, but this place is out of communication range, so it hasn’t updated on the big map yet. We also passed a Survivor Settlement on the way; it seemed to be a small trade post with two Commercial Teams resting there."

"According to the leaders of those two Commercial Teams, the Snake Tribe is expanding eastward, and the territory of the Chewing Bone Tribe is getting bigger and bigger, effectively cutting off the northern trade routes. It’s getting harder to do business here. However, if you want to travel from the eastern provinces to the western provinces, River Valley Province still sounds like the best of a bad bunch... This might be good news for us."

"Also, also, I finally made it to Red River Town today! To put it in one sentence, this place is damn desolate!"

"The soil is probably contaminated; you can hardly see any tall trees. Whatever flowers, plants, bushes, and mushrooms that grow from the ground here are all toxic! However, on the flip side, there are many arthropods and herds of Double-headed Cows that seem to be able to decompose these toxins, and the survivors here eat them or turn them into nutritional paste!"

"The ones we traded with belong to the Horseshoe Iron Commerce Association, the same people who previously bought captives from us. Their station does have a few soil-less cultivation boxes, but that small amount is probably not enough for everyone, most likely consumed by the wealthy."

"When I pulled out the dry food, many eyes lit up with greed; transporting excess food here could probably fetch a good amount of money."

"Oh, right, almost forgot to mention! People here don’t use chips, nor do they use Gold or CR; instead, they use tickets issued by the local Mining Industry Association."

"Anyway, most merchants don’t stay here long, so the locals simply put slaves and minerals directly on the banknotes and even number them. Red Notes are for buying slaves, Blue Notes are for buying minerals, with numbers corresponding to the mining areas. These can be redeemed at the Mining Industry Association or directly at the mining areas... Rather than a guild, it feels more like a place for a few big slave owners to amass wealth."

"Additionally, although barren, there are not a few people here; mostly scattered across various Business Association colonies, comprised mainly of Bounty Hunters, Mercenaries, Cowboys who rear Double-headed Cows, and either their families or purchased Slaves."

"Maybe because there’s no Lair here, I didn’t see Mucor species Variants like Eaters. But that doesn’t mean it’s safe here; these people have shady relations with the surrounding Looters. A certain NPC named Qian Duo said we can’t fully trust them, but we also can’t avoid doing business with them; this place might be the largest slave market in the South Suburb. Whether captives or Clones, all are brought here, and we even encountered a Bounty Hunter who came from the East Coast to help their employer find lost relatives!"

"However, recently the Slave Owners are having a tough time too. Earlier, the rise of the Chewing Bone Tribe brought them a fortune, and the mines were bursting at capacity, but now those blood-sucking barbarians have cleaned out the bones in the central part of the province and started reaching into the South."

"The leader of the Snake Tribe seems to plan on taking this profitable business into their own hands, but those Slave Owners are not willing to give up their treasures; those garbage hills are said to be mineable for several centuries, and they’re worth more than Gold mines!"

"In a word, this place needs weapons, tools to enhance the efficiency of Slave labor, and food! Priorities in that order, with weapons being the first and foremost! I drew the pictures myself, and since I’m out of the service area, I had to take off my helmet and sketch by hand, just cope with it, haha."

"(Image), (Image), (Image)."

Unlike Brother Fang Chang, Brother Mole’s writing was quite sloppy.

However, it seemed like he drew inspiration from Fang Chang and did manage to relay the situation there fully.

Not only that, his sketching was not bad, and he even added some illustrations to the post.

It might well be because of these illustrations that this belated guide took so long.

Quit Smoking: "Brother Mole is awesome!"

Gnome King Riches: "Get some other illustrations! I want to see Heya!! I want to see Little Fish! (Crazy)"

Night Ten: "Boss Xia says it’s damn tough. (Humorous)"

Thunder Mage Professor Yang: "Feels like Giant Stone City is like a hobo version of a city that never sleeps, Red River Town kind of like a deluxe version of Wild West... (Sweat)"

Midnight Chicken Killing: "Although I feel you’re forcibly finding connections, uh, but kind of right?"

Roller Hair Washing Machine: "Who would have thought such a small River Valley Province would gather so many vibrant places!"

Old White: "It’s not that small, only in the System, where else could a provincial administrative region encompass two large plains and a mountain range in between? And each of these plains is home to a city cluster."

Elena: "Morning Wind Province just laughs without comment. (Humorous)"

Night Ten: "Playing mod? Without mod, it really might not work. (Humorous)"

Chu Guang browsed through the post, tapping the mouse lightly, and pondered.

"Red River Town’s specialties are population and minerals, but they need weapons and food."

"There are very few production facilities there, capable of processing iron pipe weapons and even exporting specialty revolving rifles. However, the Slave Owners there lack the drive for industrialization; they don’t even have a stable currency but trade with ticket vouchers."

In fact, the tickets could not really be considered money but rather a trading voucher.

"When redeemed, it is destroyed; when produced, it is issued. Even without production, issuance still occurs. In essence, it’s somewhat like futures."

"The Mining Industry Association is more like a conventionally accepted guarantee institution. For example, if today Party A couldn’t redeem their ticket, Party B helps redeem it to prevent this fool from affecting everyone’s credit and making the checks issued by others unacknowledged."

"That is also why the ticket marks out the district number of the mining area."

"Party B, having received the ticket, will use it as evidence of the debt to prompt Party A."

"If Party A fails to pay back on time, they will use either civilized or uncivilized methods to collect it."

"Counterfeit tickets?"

"Nonexistent."

"Rarely do outsiders keep their tickets in their pockets when they leave; they are typically redeemed right away in a transaction where goods and tickets are exchanged simultaneously."

"While local business associations, which often deal with mine owners and slave owners, might keep some Red and Blue Notes, everyone knows each other well, and no one breaches the practices for a small gain."

"Interesting."

"Chu Guang, all intrigued, raised his eyebrows slightly first, marked the post as ’exceptional,’ then copied the contents of the strategy post to a text document."

"He planned to edit it slightly in a few days and update it in the official website’s settings collection for other players to reference."

"Discovering that his speculative ideas coincided with the next version, he imagined that the player would be incredibly thrilled."

"Predicted the version."

"Isn’t that a sense of achievement even more exhilarating than making it into the Hall of Fame?"

"Of course, these are all details."

"...If transportation routes leading here could be opened, it should likely meet the constantly increasing demand for raw materials in the industrial district."

"Food is temporarily unsuitable for trade; its demand is high as well – one Awakener could eat the rations of three people in a day, not to mention those refugees from the north, who need to be fed before being sent to the factories."

"Besides, with more food, one could recruit more players, and by processing the food a little, one could even empty the pockets of passing traders."

"Weapons are a good option."

"The Wasteland is not ancient times; if people don’t buy from you, they will buy from someone else."

"Buying from someone else means having to intercept supply lines in battles, but buying from us is much simpler; just control the bottleneck of exports. Sit and stare hopelessly at the inventory, and use up whatever ammunition and shells you have left when the times call, and resort to making more by hand if necessary."

"This is why Chu Guang stopped importing weapons and made weapon research and production a key support project."

"Even if it’s something created by Mosquito with wild ideas, he’s willing to spend money on it."

"No matter how good or bad, he must use his own products for sure."

"...The only trouble is that Red River Town is too far from here, the route is riddled with Alien nests and Looters conducting guerrilla warfare. At best, it takes two or three days to reach; at worst, it could take up to a week."

"However, with Awakeners as the guards, there should be no big problem!"

"Also, since the destination lies outside the city area, trucks and caterpillar cars can be arranged, making it easier to scale up the trading than dealing with survivor bases within the city."

"This trade route could be arranged after the spring plowing!"

"Chu Guang glanced at the calendar, his mind suddenly stirring."

"Come to think of it, it’s been almost three months."

"The corn at the Greenhouse Ruins should be ripe?"

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