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Chapter 255: Expansion Pack Settlement! Trade and Foreign Reserves!

Chapter 255: Chapter 255: Expansion Pack Settlement! Trade and Foreign Reserves!

Worldwide Announcement: "To Forge Swords into Ploughshares" expansion pack has officially ended!

The total number of participants in this event was 1,100, with a total area of reclaimed land reaching 21,211 acres, 1,700 sets of basic agricultural tools produced, and 17 modified mechanized agricultural devices...

The farmer profession gameplay is now open: Receive the farmer profession at Changjiu Farm from Luka, complete the employment quest, and you will get the system-given "Pioneer Basic Set". Once your planting proficiency level reaches 1, you can apply for 3 acres of tillable land, at level 3 you can apply for 10 acres of tillable land, level 6 opens up 100 acres of tillable land with an additional gift of 15 acres for construction use, and level 8 removes area restrictions and allows you to transfer to the "farm owner" profession, starting a brand-new career!

Players who have reclaimed more than 66 acres of land will automatically receive the "Pioneer Expert" title and their planting skills will be automatically upgraded to level 6.

The list for activity points settlement has been sent to individual accounts. The lottery and prize redemption function will open at 18:00 today. Thank you everyone for your active participation! The test data from this expansion pack will provide a valuable real basis for the open beta of Wasteland OL!

As usual, the announcement was released at the peak time when players were logging off.

Within less than a minute of the announcement, the whole forum instantly became lively.

Tail: "Shocked! The expansion pack is actually over! !!!∑(ﾟДﾟノ)ノ"

Si Si: "Yi! I thought it would last until the end of the month... Damn, I was just 1 point short of getting another lottery ticket."

Quit smoking: "Hey, I have no high hopes as a Non-Tribal, just hoping for a guaranteed minimum. T.T"

Edge Shoveling: "Speaking of which, what’s the guaranteed minimum this time?"

Elena: "Didn’t check, but can you not set your sights a little higher? What’s the difference between you and a salted fish if you’re just looking at the guaranteed minimum before drawing? (joking)"

I Max Black: "Holy shit! The top prize is... whoa! Heavy Cavalry Exoskeleton?!"

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "How much is the Type 5 Light Cavalry Exoskeleton again?!"

Old White: "Ten thousand silver coins... and you also have to be a medium citizen."

Night Ten: "Mother of... then this damn thing must be upwards of fifty thousand silver coins?!"

With the prize pool revealed, the focus of almost every player and backseat driver was captured by that one and only Type 6 "Heavy Cavalry" Exoskeleton!

Limited to one piece in the prize pool!

Leading version of God Equip!

Whoever draws it gets to keep it!

Although it’s police equipment, this gear is the genuine article from "before the war", and whether it’s the setting on the background plate or the stats in the game, it’s top-of-the-class at its level!

Even the guard’s Type 5 seems like a little brother in front of it.

Who will be this event’s Exalted, has become the biggest suspense of this lottery!

As for those vouchers worth 10, 50, and 100 silver coins, as well as the PU-9 Submachine Gun and Ripper Rifle that sneaked into the prize pool, not many people paid them any mind.

...

"Not bad."

At Shelter No. 404, in the Manager’s Office.

Chu Guang, peeking at the computer screen, saw the little players excitedly exchanging on the forum and a smile spread across his face like that of a proud father.

"To Forge Swords into Ploughshares" expansion pack had come to a perfect conclusion, and the spring farming plan had completed the most critical and difficult first step.

Including the land cultivated by NPCs, the total farming area for Shelter No. 404 now reached an astounding 35,101 acres, far exceeding Chu Guang’s initial plan of 30,000 acres.

With this land, if things go well, Shelter No. 404 could not only settle more than ten thousand displaced Waste Land Wanderers, but also recruit ten thousand more players and provide them with a basic gaming experience.

"This must be the first expansion pack since the game’s launch to have such a perfect ending!"

At least there were no game-experience-ruining bugs like "unable to respawn".

And it also filtered out a batch of players who are keen on farming.

As a planner with multiple responsibilities, Chu Guang was quite satisfied with his work.

Xiao Qi, who was crouching in the corner charging up, quietly lifted the Camera and stole a glance at Chu Guang’s side profile.

It seemed that his master was in a pretty good mood?

So, it should be okay to bring up some bad news, right?

"Master."

Hearing Xiao Qi’s voice, Chu Guang looked over at the wastebasket in the corner.

"What’s wrong?"

Xiao Qi continued in a soft voice.

"But we’ve gone a bit over budget this month."

Chu Guang, "By how much?"

Xiao Qi, "Um, just for the spring plowing alone, you’ve invested 2.21 million silver coins. According to the algorithm you set, this not only far exceeds our fiscal income for the month but even exceeds the total social output value of the shelter this month... Is that really okay?"

Huh?

It’s exceeded by that much?!

A brief look of surprise flashed across Chu Guang’s face, but he quickly regained his composure.

"No problem, it’s just a small deficit, not a big issue."

Mobilizing players to reclaim wasteland wasn’t without cost; whether it was task rewards or the final lottery prize pool, money had to be spent.

On average, each player earned a profit of 2009 silver coins from this expansion pack.

However, averaging the numbers didn’t mean much at this point.

Because the earnings of some hardcore grinders were clearly two to three times that of other players, and some who weren’t interested in farming only did the tasks for the first few days and then went off to do other things.

What did 2.21 million silver coins mean?

With different productivity and social environments, this amount couldn’t be directly converted into RMB, but it could be referenced against the price of goods.

The LD-47 assault rifle, a benchmark for the industrial goods prices of Shelter No. 404, was priced at 200 silver coins, and a 7mm bullet cost 1 silver coin.

At the same time, the most representative rye was bought at 1 silver coin per kilogram and sold for 2 silver coins per kilogram. The buy and sell prices for potatoes were basically twice that figure, and corn, originally the same as potatoes, recently had a discount, with buying and selling prices dropping by 20% and 30% respective to the baseline.

Without considering price fluctuations, 2.21 million silver coins could buy ten thousand rifles, or empty the granaries of Outpost Base and Changjiu Farm three times!

But Chu Guang wasn’t worried.

First of all, only less than 40% of the 2.21 million silver coins were directly deposited into the players’ VMs, and a large part went into the enterprise accounts of life profession players or was distributed as physical goods, having minimal impact on prices.

And the use of funds in enterprise accounts was strictly regulated and audited.

Chu Guang had considered these issues several versions ago.

Registering players as companies and setting up dedicated enterprise accounts were prepared for situations like today!

"...Moderate inflation is conducive to social prosperity. You can think of it as me borrowing 2 million silver coins from my own bank to expand production. These farmlands will turn into grain to fill our granaries in autumn, so it’s not entirely a deficit."

"Moreover, the trade routes to Giant Stone City and Red River Town have been opened, and caravans from afar will soon come here, taking away things we don’t need to places even further away. As long as we control the trade surplus well and reasonably shear the passing merchants, these trade routes will absorb a large part of the inflation."

Xiao Qi nodded somewhat understandingly at the camera.

Although not entirely clear, seeing the master so confident, it must not be a big problem, right?

"By the way, Xiao Qi."

Xiao Qi, "What is it, master?"

Chu Guang, "When exactly can we unlock Floor B4? Winter has already passed, hasn’t it?"

Previously, Chu Guang wasn’t in a hurry when the population hadn’t reached the cap, but as the newbies gradually became veterans, he began to feel a bit anxious.

Low-income, low-barrier daily activities were mostly undertaken by the newbies, and players like those enthusiastic about chopping wood even after awakening, such as Midnight Chicken Killing, were rare.

And according to Chu Guang’s tests, the actions of the indigenous people would not count towards the completion progress of the daily activities.

In other words, the number of newbies was linked to the reward points he could earn daily; previously, he would average about 15 points per day, but recently it had dropped to 8-9.

Although a mature veteran player was much more valuable than a newbie, some jobs still needed people to do them.

Only a steady influx of fresh blood could form a benign cycle, just like a population—one large increase at a time and no increase at all was not desirable.

Xiao Qi, "Um, I’m not sure, the information Xiao Qi has is basically what you already know... Could it be that the time condition hasn’t been met? Like it’s set to open at a certain year?"

Chu Guang couldn’t help but retort, "If it’s set to the Wasteland Era year 312, wouldn’t that mean I could be buried and still not see Floor B4?"

Xiao Qi: "Eh? Shouldn’t take that long, right?"

Chu Guang: "..."

Why the question marks???

Never mind.

No point in making things hard for an AI.

With his manager’s privileges, Chu Guang opened the "Administrator’s Log" page of the shelter system, his index finger swiping continuously on the screen.

However, after flipping back and forth for quite a while, all he could see was the long list of daily tasks, without a trace of Floor B4’s privileges.

Could it be that this shelter only has three floors?

Impossible...

Considering the design of Shelter No.117, there are still many facilities yet to be unlocked!

Getting worked up over tasks that wouldn’t pop up was pointless.

Giving up on his search, Chu Guang’s gaze finally rested on the manager’s allowance.

He had actually saved up 457 reward points this month.

The canned goods and chocolate in the fridge had never been finished, and it had been a while since he opened a blind box. He hadn’t realized he had accumulated so much.

"Master?" Xiao Qi tilted its camera as Chu Guang stood up from his chair.

"I’m going to wash my face."

Leaving just those words, Chu Guang exited the office, eagerly heading toward the living area on Floor B2.

reward points!

That would open quite a few good things!

Perhaps thanks to his face wash beforehand, the prizes from the blind boxes this time were unexpectedly decent and even gave Chu Guang a bit of a pleasant surprise.

The four advanced blind boxes contained a Hummingbird drone, a set of "Light Cavalry" Type Five exoskeletons, a set of "Heavy Cavalry" Type Six exoskeletons, and a thermal imager with a 1~6x zoom ratio.

The thermal imager was a weapon accessory, with an adjustable slot beneath the scope that seemed intended for the Human Alliance Army’s Type 10 assault rifle, though it would work on other guns as well. Besides the zoom ratio, it had three basic modes that could be adjusted—quite handy.

Chu Guang planned to organize an auction before the next version update, allowing the players to decide for themselves how much it was worth.

As for that "Heavy Cavalry" exoskeleton, it was probably the most valuable item of the lot, and the second one he had ever drawn.

It seemed his luck had been used up on the advanced blind boxes, as the other five intermediate and seven basic blind boxes yielded only average rewards—nothing but bandages, sprays, chocolates, and lollipops.

"Is there a candy factory hidden underneath this shelter?"

After picking up the candies from the conveyor belt, Chu Guang silently complained to himself.

Oh well.

They’ll make good snacks for Little Fish.

...

The next day.

The plaza of Outpost Base was bustling with noise and activity, chattering and clamoring.

Everyone was waiting for the exact moment of 18:00—the game’s in-world time of 6 am—when the lottery function, along with land and title reward exchanges, would start precisely on time!

Despite the planners’ assurances that the prize rate wasn’t affected by the number of participants, there was only one grand prize, and whoever drew it would lock it in.

Thus, everyone was online at the first opportunity, fearing this one chance might be snatched away by some blessed gamer.

Silver Hand: "Dear heavens, bless me, I don’t ask for much, just a KV-1 set will do!"

Silver Daddy: "Dear planner, I also don’t ask for much, just give me a set of the Miner Type I exoskeleton!"

Silver Sword: "Damn! And you call that ’not asking for much’?"

Gnome King Riches: "Exactly! Those things aren’t even in the prize pool!"

Silver Daddy: "Hehe, you’ve got to have dreams, right? What if there’s a bug?"

Elena: "Light: Hello, there’s a bug with your equipment, it can’t be used properly, so let us swap it for a 10% off voucher for the KV-1 exoskeleton for you, please leave us a good review... manually funny."

Quit Smoking: "Damn, that’s just too much!"

Crow: "Abba abba abba, I’m willing to trade the lifelong bachelorhood of everyone here, just so I can win the grand prize!"

Gnome King Riches: "What use would you have for that thing!"

Cut the Crap: "Exactly! What’s the use of an exoskeleton for mushroom picking!"

Crow: "Mind your own business! Who says I only pick mushrooms, I want it!"

When the time finally arrived.

Tens of thousands of blind boxes opened at the same time, with VM screens on the plaza flashing with green, purple, and non-luminous lights—a spectacular sight indeed!

Players browsed their drawn prizes, with some excitedly pumping their fists and others sighing in frustration.

Just then, a brazen laugh suddenly drowned out all the noise.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"I hit the jackpot! I got it!"

Looking at the golden window that appeared on his VM screen, Spring Water Commander danced wildly as if having a fit, thrilled beyond belief.

The members of the Battlefield Atmosphere Group instinctively stepped aside to get away from him.

"Have you lost your damn mind?"

"Back off, I hit the big prize!"

As Old Soldier hesitated, his expression changed instantly.

"Holy shit, could it be—"

"What did you get? Show me!"

Before Old Soldier could finish his sentence, I Max Black immediately leaned in curiously. But just upon seeing the screen, his eyes bulged in disbelief.

"Holy shit!"

"Damn it! Rigged! It’s absolutely rigged!"

Edge Shoveling caught a glimpse at the VM as well and fell silent for a while, seemingly trying to use silence to protest against the unfairness of fate.

After a long moment, he looked very seriously at Spring Water, placing his hands on the shoulders of his buddy.

"Brother Shui,"

Seeing his envious expression, Spring Water Commander snickered and said,

"Yeah?"

Old Soldier looked at him with pity.

"Your butt must really hurt, huh."

I Max Black: "Pfft."

Spring Water Commander: "Damn it, screw off! I pulled two sets of 10 draws, is that too much? I toiled away with an Intelligence System to farm 60 acres, do you think it was easy?"

To improve the efficiency of his pioneering, he’d even gone to the trouble of removing welded steel plates from his Miner Type I exoskeleton.

Does that count as rigging?

Clearly the planners had noticed his hard work!

Not feeling any worse without hearing this, but hearing it was even more infuriating.

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "MMP! Just because you pulled 20 draws, I pulled 20 draws too!"

"Exactly! Why the hell did I draw a bunch of trash!" I Max Black protested as well, even though he had only enough activity points for 6 draws.

"Rigged!"

"Absolutely rigged!"

"Unless you drop your pants and prove it, you don’t have the luck!"

"Damn it, are you guys perverts?!"

As more unlucky players gathered around, the commander from Springs didn’t dare to linger any longer. He didn’t even dare to claim his prize and slipped away as quickly as possible before getting surrounded.

From the third floor of the sanatorium, overlooking the square, Chu Guang also had a look of surprise on his face.

The lottery had been drawn for less than ten minutes.

And the special prize had already been won?!

"Is this guy’s luck really that against the heavens?"

Speaking with a clear conscience, the odds of winning the lottery were public. Each person generated a random number corresponding to a prize—if that’s what you drew, that’s what you got. Chu Guang had never given anyone special treatment, nor did he have any reason to do so.

Even for Old White and those he was closest to, Chu Guang had never secretly changed the probability of winning.

And why would he bother playing favorites with an unlucky player (LYB)?

If he really had to choose favorites, he would definitely want someone with bigger... assets.

Xiao Qi tilted its camera slightly.

"Master, should we lower his success rate next time?"

Chu Guang shook his head.

"No need for that."

"We can’t do something so unscrupulous."

After all, lotteries are just about the excitement.

It doesn’t matter who gets the equipment as long as it’s distributed. The ability to resurrect is the biggest advantage for players, and the cultivation chambers and sleep cabins are their ultimate equipment; everything else is just an auxiliary on top of that.

That’s why Chu Guang had prioritized giving the Type 5 "Light Cavalry" exoskeletons that had been won to the security team.

Functional NPCs who hold key positions really die when they die—the cost of retraining them is too high, and for the players, these are companions they interact with daily. Protecting them is essential.

In any case, the gear ended up in the hands of combat professional players.

Better than letting Crow use it as a skin.

...

"Holy shit, I won a tractor!"

Changjiu Farm.

Standing at the spawn point entrance, Bored Tiger, scratching the back of his head in confusion, said,

"Uh, is this considered expensive or cheap?"

Makabazi heard him and looked on enviously.

"Awesome! The price of a tractor seems to have risen to 5000 silver coins!"

Such big items usually couldn’t be afforded by ordinary people; they were almost always rented from Goblin Technology or the No. 81 Steel Factory.

Changjiu Farm had indeed purchased a few recently, though they seemed to be used by NPCs.

Though its price couldn’t compare to a "Light Cavalry" which was worth ten thousand silver coins, in the eyes of the farming players, it was far more desirable than any exoskeleton.

Makabazi’s biggest dream was to own ten tractors of his own, a farm of tens of thousands of acres, and a villa the size of a football field, where he would hire a dozen maids to rub his back and massage his legs while he watched the young bulls at Rhombus Lake.

And now someone had already realized one percent of his dream.

Damn it.

These newbies were way too lucky!

When Bored Tiger heard the tractor was worth 5000 silver coins, his expression immediately turned to shock.

"Holy crap! Can I sell it?"

Makabazi immediately said,

"I’ll offer 2000 silver!"

That was all the money he had on him.

But he thought it was worth it!

"Get lost," Bored Tiger rolled his eyes, "I’d rather use it myself than sell it to you!"

Ignoring Makabazi, Bored Tiger went straight to Luka to get a farmer’s job. After confirming his task, he drove the tractor excitedly to the field to work.

In reality, he also worked with the land, which seemed a bit dull, but was it the same?

In reality, that was working for someone else; in the game, it was for himself!

Once the planting skill proficiency level reached 1, he could contract land, and at level 8, he could become a farm owner—with a large tract of land north of Rhombus Lake!

Thinking about this, Bored Tiger felt full of energy, as if a bright future and the dream of being a farm owner were just before him.

"Here we go!"

"Just do it!"

Watching the smoke rising from the tractor, players standing at the entrance of Changjiu Farm couldn’t help but envy him.

A mount.

This could be considered a mount, right?

...

Turning away from the distant smoke, Debt Giant Eye glanced at his VM (virtual machine), his expression like someone struggling through painful contemplation.

"This sucks!"

"If I were in Africa, I’d probably become a chieftain."

Construction Youth with Brick: "Don’t overthink it, just keep working hard."

Debt Giant Eye: "Anyone want vouchers? I’m selling at 90% face value."

Edge Shoveling glanced at him.

"How many do you have?"

Debt Giant Eye: "Ten!"

When they heard this guy actually won 10 vouchers, both were immediately astonished.

"Damn it?! How could you be so unlucky?"

"That can’t be right, isn’t there a safety net?"

Debt Giant Eye sighed.

"There is a guarantee, but I only hit the safety net once... a Sickle Assault Rifle. Does anyone want it? I can’t use both."

Seeing Big Eyes looking like he was about to break down into tears, Edge Shoveling sighed and gave him a firm pat on the shoulder.

"No worries, we got a mercenary contract; we’re not too unlucky."

Construction Youth with Brick nodded and comforted him.

"Indeed, cheer up, brother."

Mercenary contracts were a new gameplay updated by the task system this morning, seemingly developed to test the mercenary profession.

Simply put, once a mercenary contract appears in the task list, players over LV10 can sign up as team leaders and recruit team members.

The team can have up to 10 members with no level restrictions. After an hour, the total scores of each team are tallied, and the top five teams compete in a roll-off to decide who gets the contract.

This mercenary contract was to support the defenders of Red River Town, who were going up against an old adversary—the Snake Tribe from the Juegu Tribe.

The patron offered a very generous price: 50 silver coins per person per day, a total of 500 silver coins for 10 people. Killing a Looter would earn a bonus of 20 silver coins, and wiping out a squad of ten would earn 500 silver coins.

They didn’t need to stay in the trenches like the private soldiers of the mine owners; they just needed to fully exploit their mobility and cooperate with the local defense forces to carry out their missions.

These missions were usually filled with risk, but the rewards were also very generous. A single stint could potentially earn enough silver coins to buy the most expensive Type Five Exoskeleton in the NPC shop!

Among the players standing here, not one showed any fear on their face; instead, they were full of vigor and excitement.

After a month of tilling the fields, this old skeleton will rust if it doesn’t move!

The Mole Squad, who had received the same contract, was also getting ready to depart. Their captain was a fugitive mole from the canyon, a familiar old acquaintance of theirs.

They had completed their preparations and were walking over.

"We’re setting off at 9 a.m., we’re ready to go; how much longer will you need?"

Edge Shoveling was taken aback as he watched the Mole Squad approach.

"Damn... You guys are so professional?"

Clad in identical cement-gray coats with steel helmets on their heads, each person had matching gun bags, ammo pouches, bandages, canteens, and an engineer shovel hanging on their belts.

Their weapons varied; some carried light machine guns on their backs, others had submachine guns tied at the waist, others were laden with hand grenades, or had a ludicrously long "Cavalry Gun."

In addition to this, they had gas masks made from plastic bottles hanging around their necks.

Next to these German sticks, Edge Shoveling felt like his group was more like rebels.

"This is called adapting to the battlefield environment, what do you know, dumbass?" the Mole chuckled, handing over a gas mask, "The sandstorms are fierce out there, want one? I have a spare, 100 silver coins, you won’t regret it."

Edge Shoveling rolled his eyes.

"Piss off, it costs less than 5 silver coins to make with three plastic bottles, a piece of gauze, and some charcoal. Why would I need to waste my money on that?"

Upon hearing this, the Mole was stunned.

He had spent a good portion of time online learning how to make the thing.

"Damn? You can make it too?"

Edge Shoveling chuckled.

"You’re making me laugh."

...

Not far away.

At the north gate of Changjiu Farm, the commercial team was already assembling at the unloading point.

The Manager from the Outpost Base had arrived by car and was in the process of handing over the goods with the owner of the commercial team, List.

The quantity of goods traded this time was more than double the last, to demonstrate strength to potential allies, Chu Guang had brought out many of his stockpiled reserves.

This included 40 Death Whistle Rockets, 400 Sickle Assault Rifles, 60,000 7mm bullets, and 15 Cavalry Guns, along with nearly 500 rounds of 20mm armor-piercing bullets, high-explosive bombs, incendiary bombs, and more.

Additionally, there were two of the latest products from Goblin Technology—88mm mortars with 200 rounds each.

This stash of military supplies, weighing a total of 45 tons, required eight track trucks to transport and was worth a total of 500,000 silver coins!

Naturally, this was the domestic price, or rather, the price for purchasing from the industrial zone shelter.

Even if sold in NPC shops, it couldn’t be done at the original price, let alone for export.

The shelter had to make some profit.

Chu Guang’s asking price wasn’t high: a bottom line of 1 million silver coins. It didn’t matter if the other side didn’t have enough silver coins; payment in grain, minerals, or slaves was acceptable.

According to the purchase price of 1.5kg of iron goods for 1 silver coin, it equated to 1,000 tonnes of steel!

Of course, steel was only an example for reference—there was quite a bit of steel and aluminum that could be recovered from the ruins near the new industrial zone.

What the Outpost Base truly lacked were phosphate and sulfur mines; the bird feces stone mine by the lake was just enough to meet agricultural needs but hardly sufficient for industrial demand.

Chu Guang smiled satisfactorily as he looked at the trucks stuffed with cargo.

Indeed, trade was the most profitable.

This round trip, at the very least, could generate a net profit of one million silver coins, instantly filling the large hole left on the report by the Spring Plowing Plan.

Inflation?

Nonexistent.

As long as you can acquire a large amount of resources from the outside and stuff the banknotes into the pockets of those outside, printing more money won’t flood your own pocket.

Right now, it’s just our side unilaterally sending commercial teams there, but once the people at Red River Town realize they can buy military hardware in large quantities and that it’s a sure thing from us, they will definitely send their own commercial teams over.

There are more than just mine owners over there, there are also numerous merchant organizations like the Horseshoe Iron Business Group that trade with the mine owners.

"Twenty Awakeners, where did you get so many Awakeners?" Standing beside Chu Guang, List said with a face full of envy.

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

"That would be a corporate secret."

"Alright, I was just asking."

List didn’t expect Chu Guang to tell him such a thing, cleared his throat, and changed the topic.

"The commercial team we previously sent to Giant Stone City has already crossed the edge of the fourth ring, and they’ll arrive at Outpost Base by evening at the latest. Time is money. If possible, I want them to make another run. Is there anything else you need here? Like daily necessities or something."

Chu Guang thought for a moment, then answered.

"I can give you another ton of Spirit Leaf, this time for chips."

List was momentarily stunned, then said with a laugh.

"Chips? I thought you would be more inclined to barter."

Chu Guang said, "That was in the past when trade wasn’t frequent and bartering could reduce risk. But now the situation is different, I plan to build up some reserves of chips... You can think of it as foreign currency reserves."

If the steel plant needed to import equipment or hire an engineer from Giant Stone City, it wasn’t practical to trade steel on the spot or ask List to help every time.

The significance of establishing foreign currency reserves wasn’t just to pay the rent for the office but also to facilitate life for the industrial zone’s lifestyle players.

If they needed to buy equipment or hire "foreign" talent, they could take silver coins directly from the shelter’s bank and withdraw chips.

List spoke with keen interest.

"Foreign currency reserves? Sounds interesting. It’s somewhat like a currency exchange market in the marketplace."

Chu Guang: "Currency exchange market?"

List nodded.

"Exactly, enterprises’ Cr, and armies’ Dinar, can all be listed for trade there, but basically, the rate changes daily. Some merchants coming from other places usually stop by there when they leave Giant Stone City to unload any unused chips. If they plan to head west, they’ll exchange for Dinar; if they plan to head east, they exchange for Cr."

Chu Guang stroked his chin.

"That sounds interesting."

This was indeed an interesting piece of information.

Chu Guang thought to let Shu Yu pay attention to this, to see if silver coins could be listed there for trading, or if there were any conditions that needed to be met.

If silver coins could be injected into the pockets of Giant Stone City, then harvesting the ’leeks’ would be too enjoyable.

"Is that so? Perhaps. Some people even make a living from it, but I’m not very optimistic about that. It’s as unreliable as the daily betting in ’Voice of Giant Stone City.’ The transaction volume is too small, so there’s basically no hope of making a fortune from it."

List took out his pocket watch for a glance and snapped the gold-plated cover closed.

"Time is almost up, five minutes to nine. If you are ready on your side, our commercial team can set out at any time."

Chu Guang looked over to the twenty eager players standing beside the convoy.

"Let’s do it now."

"My soldiers have been ready."

"They can barely wait any longer."

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(Should be 8K by now.)