This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 83: Life-Skill Players with Wild Imaginations

Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Life-Skill Players with Wild Imaginations

"It hadn’t been two minutes since the decree was issued, and Chu Guang hadn’t even walked away from the notice board, before he was surrounded by excited players."

"Manager, how should I write the application?"

"Dawn, is there a limit on the type of businesses? Can I do any type of industry?"

"I want to build a greenhouse and grow vegetables!"

"I want to make a generator!"

"I want to open a toilet!"

"I want to sell poop!"

"Damn! Are you crazy?"

"..."

There was always a player who said what Chu Guang wanted to say, which saved him the trouble of making sarcastic comments.

To maintain order, Chu Guang raised his hand, motioning for the players to quiet down, then he cleared his throat and continued seriously.

"If you want to apply for industrial land, please submit a written application. Verbal applications will not be accepted!"

"Paper needed for written applications is available for purchase in the stockpile at Outpost Base, priced at one copper coin per sheet. If you have any questions, please contact my assistant about the details of writing an application, as well as the rules for using industrial land. It will provide you with this information in half an hour."

"Disperse now, go do whatever you need to do!"

The paper needed for writing applications was available in the stockpile at Outpost Base, mainly scavenged from apartments, office buildings, and other such ruins.

Although it seemed incredible, the paper in this world did indeed last longer than one might imagine.

Especially items like paper certificates, a small amount of currency, collectible paintings, or books—if they weren’t exposed to outdoor elements like wind, sun, and rain, or damp and moldy, while it might not be in perfect condition, surviving the erosion of time wasn’t a big issue.

Perhaps they contained some kind of antioxidant material, or maybe they weren’t traditionally made from wood at all?

Just as Chu Guang couldn’t explain the technology of controlled nuclear fusion, he couldn’t explain this either.

Technology that is two decades ahead counts as high-tech, but technology a century ahead might as well be pure magic. It decomposes when people need it to decompose and remains preserved when people need it to stay intact.

At any rate, the shelter still occasionally reclaimed some recyclable waste paper. While it wasn’t luxurious enough to be used as toilet paper, a small amount of office waste was acceptable.

However, when Chu Guang saw the applications being submitted in stacks, he inevitably began to doubt his own pricing.

One copper coin per sheet of paper.

It was indeed too cheap.

In front of the medical facility, a dense crowd had gathered.

Though there were slightly over 40 players with life-skills, it still looked like a lot when gathered together.

"Respected Manager, I think our Outpost Base still lacks a bit of festive atmosphere. And what is that? Barbecue, of course! So, I’d like to apply for a 20-square-meter plot for a traditional street barbecue—"

"Please go to North gate market for restaurant businesses, next."

"Papermaking! Manager, I want to open a toilet paper factory! It doesn’t need to be big, 1000 square meters will do! Using leaves is too uncomfortable, I accidentally grabbed a clump last time—"

"Next."

"Boss! Look at me, I want to open a tavern! 200 square meters should be enough; a game in a different world without a tavern just seems to lack something!"

Emmm...

That was still within the realm of normalcy.

Chu Guang took his application form, glanced at it, and then handed it back.

"Suggest changing the business to distilling and consider reducing the area to below 100 square meters, then reapply."

"But, but I was thinking of the kind of bar with cocktails..."

"Next."

Some people clearly didn’t understand the concept of industry and also confused industrial and commercial differences.

While it was partly his own fault for not explaining clearly, Chu Guang felt it was something that shouldn’t need to be explained.

Is it really that hard to understand what the Manager needs?

Not hard at all!

In any case, any bizarre, inappropriate for the needs of Wasteland’s people, or indecent industries and business proposals would be directly rejected by Xiao Qi.

Such ventures as opening cesspits, barbecue stalls, restaurants, taverns, or KTVs... it’s not that they are totally forbidden, but it’s about picking the right place and seeing if people actually need it.

For example, if there’s a shortage of bricks at Outpost Base, opening a brick factory wouldn’t be a problem.

Opening a tavern...

Do we really have surplus food to spare for brewing?

If you’re really craving a drink, better to just take off your helmet and drink!

However, if someone wanted to set up an ethanol distillery, Chu Guang was all for it. As one of the most widely used industrial raw materials, ethanol had many applications.

"Can I open a tailor shop? 48 square meters would be enough, but 40 square meters would also work."

"Give me the application form."

Chu Guang took the written application from Teng Teng’s hand, glanced at it briefly, and kept the application.

"Approved!"

"Industrial land applications approved before noon will be distributed collectively in the evening, please prepare the necessary materials and tools for construction at that time."

Construction was hardly the term to use.

Currently, building materials at the Outpost Base were somewhat expensive, making house building quite challenging.

By the time this little player received the land, they would likely start with a wooden stall, similar to the environment they used to work in.

However, upgrading from a worker to a sole proprietor, Teng Teng still felt extremely happy and excitedly jumped up, waving her little fists.

"Wow wow wow!! Nice!"

Watching Teng Teng, who barely reached his height when she jumped, Chu Guang smiled internally, his face remaining rigorously expressionless.

Happy, aren’t you?

Haha, it’s too early to be happy now!

After opening the tailor shop, the clothes and armor produced could indeed be sold independently, whether to the warehouse or to players, and the money earned would wholly belong to the producer.

However, the high-quality furs in the warehouse wouldn’t be available for freeloading anymore.

A complete deer hide currently costs 6 to 8 silver coins in the warehouse, which would increase slightly after the onset of winter, but not by much, making 2 to 3 garments feasible.

Completing NPC warehouse orders, the profit for one piece of clothing was about 2 to 3 silver coins, a figure Chu Guang would actively regulate to ensure players didn’t earn excessive income from NPCs, thereby disrupting the balance of the game.

As for selling to players, that was fine.

Market forces would naturally balance out to a reasonable price, attractive clothing would always sell well, and it was reasonable to have slightly higher profits. However, the purchasing power and total market capacity of the players were fixed, so sales depended on skill.

In short, be proprietary and profit or lose!

In any case, saving on wages meant he earned more.

Besides Teng Teng’s tailor shop, the omelette brother’s slaughter shop was also approved.

After thinking it over, the food processing industry could be considered light industry, and placing it in the industrial zone wasn’t a problem.

All in all, the brilliant and heroic Manager hesitated for a moment before finally nodding his noble head under omelette brother’s hopeful gaze.

Either way, a slaughter stall was at least more reliable than a barbecue stall.

However, after winter set in, there was hardly any game left, and the busiest season for the slaughter business had passed. Was choosing to go solo at this time really more profitable than remaining under the Butcher’s minimal welfare scheme?

I don’t understand.

In any case, not spending one’s own money was a good thing, and Chu Guang couldn’t be bothered to worry about these little players.

In less than half an hour, Chu Guang reviewed all the applications, mercilessly rejecting the unqualified ones, and only retaining the reliable ones.

These included a 6X8m tailor shop, a 6X8m slaughter shop, and a 20X10m steel-making workshop, totaling 296 square meters.

What surprised Chu Guang was Brother Mosquito.

He thought the guy would open a carpentry workshop but instead, Brother Mosquito filled out "Goblin Technology" in the application field and listed "Chemical Industry" as the business scope.

"Your application is not acceptable, you cannot just fill in ’Chemical Industry.’ You need to specify the exact production items, such as which chemical product you intend to produce and its uses. Write it all down."

Scratching his head, Mosquito reluctantly said,

"Then can I switch to producing weapons, including their raw materials?"

After some thought, Chu Guang found no objections.

"That’s fine, but you need to provide at least one product to ensure it can function properly and someone is willing to use it. You can then make it your main production item, and if you want to add more later, just register them with my assistant. I need to make sure each piece of industrial land I approve is effective, do you understand?"

Mosquito nodded repeatedly.

"Understood! Hehe, I’ll rewrite one right now!"

I hope he truly understood.

While Chu Guang wasn’t opposed to him conducting some wildly imaginative experiments, he still hoped it wouldn’t be too extreme, affecting other players.

Orders for gunpowder and smokeless gunpowder were available on the warehouse’s order wall, and the weapons shop had some orders for homemade grenades and Molotov cocktails that could be taken.

These didn’t require much imagination and were quite profitable.

As for woodworking.

It wasn’t particularly needed.

Among the newly joined players, at least five understood carpentry, filling his vacated positions wouldn’t be an issue.

"His workshop needs to be set up a bit far from the revival point."

"Don’t blow me up."

Standing at the door of the infirmary, Chu Guang thought to himself and took mental notes.

Just then, snow suddenly began to fall from the sky.

Within moments, the snowfall intensified, significantly dropping the temperature as well.

While the shelter’s Blue Jacket would change its material properties in cold weather to reduce heat conduction for warmth, it couldn’t replace overcoats and padded jackets.

Feeling his neck get a bit chilled, Chu Guang turned around, planning to return to the shelter to put on his deerskin coat.

However, just then, from the direction of the west gate of the Outpost Base, a commotion suddenly erupted.

A fisherman, holding a plastic bucket and homemade fishing rod, ran towards the increasingly heavy snow, screaming in fright, one of his shoes lost along the way.

"Crabs!!"

"Crabs are eating people!"

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