Chapter 227.2: GIVING MONEY MAKES ME HAPPY

Waking up late had its advantage. Afternoons were the busiest time in the North Gate Market. So when Chu Guang woke up at this time, almost all kinds of food were ready.

The bonfire standing at the north gate had been extinguished, but the festive atmosphere was not inferior to last night. It was even more lively than the night before.

The popular snacks at the celebration the night before were preserved and continued to shine in the market today. The prey collected from the wasteland by the players, as well as the ingredients that were not used up, greatly enriched the recipes of the local residents.

Sure enough, filling their bellies was always the primary pursuit of human beings.

Only after people were full would they have the mind to think about other things and how to improve their lives.

While strolling around the market, Chu Guang found the Frost Spear Tribe selling a black and red dye made from shellac.

This was the skill they brought from the survivor settlement in the north. The raw materials were some small bugs that were not uncommon in the wasteland, but before coming here, the skill had been useless.

When the people of the Frost Spear Tribe found out at the festival that the blue coats needed paint, they immediately made it.

Facts have proved that the performance of this dye was really excellent. Especially for silk fabrics, it had a very good wettability, and after successful coloring, it would not fade after repeated rubbing.

In addition, people from the Iron Axe Tribe had also gained some experience in spinning, and Autumn Weed and Autumn Leaves' booth also produced many varieties that Chu Guang had not seen before.

Such as some pretty accessories, durable gloves, scarves, or socks.

Some of these items were apparently taught to them by Teng Teng.

A prosperous market could help boost the morale of producers, and the incentives for production from the circulation of goods would help to stimulate creativity, prompting people to improve production tools and production methods, thereby driving the overall prosperity of the entire survivor base.

Walking in the market, Chu Guang could intuitively feel that the harsh winter and the negative impact of the Wartime Regulations were slowly fading.

The buds of prosperity seemed to come earlier than spring.

Almost on everyone's face, he could feel the vibrant vigor, as well as the anticipation and yearning for future life.

In the wasteland, that was something that was almost impossible to see.

When passing by the barbecue stall, Chu Guang bought a few skewers.

The aroma of sizzling meat penetrated into his nose, making him unable to help himself but take a bite. It was simply delicious.

When Chu Guang was thinking about whether he should drink something, he heard a familiar shout come from a mushroom stall not far away. "Fresh devil's jelly! It's just made, come and try it!"

Even the mushroom stall is open? It seems that winter is really coming to an end.

Surprised in his heart, Chu Guang glanced toward Yaya's booth.

Unfortunately, there was no mushroom soup that countless NPCs and players were thinking about, but a big bucket instead.

On the wooden table next to the big bucket, there were several delicate small bowls, which contained something crystal clear and gelatinous. It looked exactly like jelly.

Chu Guang remembered that this dish seemed to be Teng Teng's masterpiece. It was a dish that turned the devil chrysalis into something like jelly. Its taste was actually not that bad, and it was not as unappetizing as devil chrysalis looked.

After the New Year's event, Teng Teng, a kind-hearted person, seemed to have passed on this craft to Yaya, and Yaya, who smelled the business opportunity, immediately reopened her stall.

The only pity was that the amount was too small.

If only she had more of it.

Not long after the shouting, there was a large crowd of players around the mushroom stall.

"Eeep! Boss Ya's mushroom stall is open?!"

"Huh?! It's not mushrooms!"

"Damn, why is she selling strange food? I feel cheated!"

"Where’s the mushroom soup? I want the mushroom that can make me see little Klee!"

"

Wuu Wuu

, I can't see Boss Ya swallowing big mushrooms anymore, what's the point of a mushroom stall without selling mushrooms!"

"Wait, jelly seems to be pretty good too?"

"Good brother, I suddenly have a bold thought..."

"Go away!" Blushing, Yaya raised her hand and throw a bowl of devil jelly at players to drive them away.

The player who was hit was overjoyed, picked up the bowl and ran away.

After recovering herself, Yaya suddenly realized that she had been tricked and felt very regretful.

Damn it, I was too careless!

I lost a bowl just after opening my stall, it’s such a huge loss!

But joking aside, everyone still took good care of her business.

After all, it was the stall that provided the first meal to many players that entered the game for the first time. After all, the five copper coins given by the novice gift bag were just enough to buy a bowl of mushroom soup.

That bowl of mushroom soup contained their memories of the distant old versions, even older than the North Gate Market.

After the player finished eating, he quickly returned the bowl to Yaya. While apologizing to her, he also complimented that it was very delicious, and said with a smile on his face that he would trick her to give him free food next time as well.

Other players also took out their VMs, ready to buy a bowl, hoping to re experience the good old days.

However, when they learned the price, everyone was stunned.

"Wait a minute, isn't one silver coin too expensive for this bowl of jelly?"

"Yes! Your bowl is only half the size of an apple! It is so little!"

"I treat Sister Ya as my brother, but Sister Ya takes me as an idiot."

"It's too expensive, it's too expensive!"

Seeing everyone start to complain, Yaya stuttered, "Even... Even the ramen stall over there is already selling at ten silver coins per bowl. Is, is it too much for me to sell one silver coin per bowl?"

Zhang Hai, who was making noodles at the ramen next stall, glared at her angrily instantly upon hearing her words. "Bullshit! When were my noodles that expensive?"

Irene, who was eating noodles, raised his head and couldn't help but say. "It's true that it's never that expensive, but the meat you cut is much thinner than before."

Zhang Hai glanced at him disdainfully. "What do you know? This is the most authentic way of making it."

As soon as he said this, he instantly attracted a barrage of criticism from his customers.

“These profiteers are too unscrupulous, they should be hanged on the streetlights!”

Holding the grilled wild boar skewer he just bought in his hand, watching the noisy players, Chu Guang couldn't help showing an old father-like smile on his face.

So good.

It seems that I should find an excuse to hold more celebrations in the future.

Maybe I'll wait until the crisis in the northern suburbs is resolved!

If the situation is optimistic, the ceremony to celebrate the spring ploughing may be held together with the victory ceremony.

However, all the good vision for the future was based on the fact that they had to drive away the jackals to the north.

Otherwise everything was just empty talk.

Taking the last bite of meat on the skewer, Chu Guang wiped his mouth and walked towards the next stall with interest.

...

After dinner, Chu Guang strolled down the street for a while.

It wasn't until it was completely dark that he returned to the shelter, went back to his office, sat down, and started to do the work that should be done by a game designer.

Usually at that point, most people were offline. Surprisingly, there were many people online at the moment.

It seemed that on New Year's Day, all the players had nothing to do, so they might as well lie down while wearing a helmet.

Throughout the day today, the average number of online users had increased by at least 20% compared with the previous few days.

The key indicator to measure how hard working players were, that was the total number of silver coins issued, also increased by 13% compared to the day before.

Although more money had been given out, it was a good thing.

According to Wasteland Online's economic system, the rewards that players got from missions and orders were positively related to the value that players contributed to the collective.

Generally speaking, for every silver coin a player received, the value brought to the shelter was between 1.5 and 4 silver coins.

Even if this silver coin was obtained from the market or transactions with other players, it was still the same, and the value still existed. It was just that it was moved from the warehouse to the market and settled in various forms to provide the basis for the collection of future transaction taxes.

And as Lifestyle Profession players consume their inventory, these issued currencies would go back to the shelter, thus forming a virtuous circle.

In addition to the boom in the market, Chu Guang also noticed that after the battle the night before, 5 new ability users were born.

So far, the number of ability users in the server had risen to 27, and there were still 3 people left to form 3 full 10 member teams.

"It's one step closer to forming an Awakening Company." Chu Guang's mouth curled into a smile, and his face was full of joy.

It would not be a problem for 1 ability user to defeat 3 ordinary people.

Likewise, it would not be a problem for a company of ability users to defeat a regiment of soldiers.

Although marauders also had ability users, and maybe they had other strange weapons, they would not pose a big problem.

His players were not only stronger, but also had a stable evolutionary direction. The most important thing was that the output of ability users was also large.

They could come back from the dead in just three days. How can anyone not be scared of that terrifying immortal force?

After reading the macro data report, Chu Guang then opened the report from the Longevity Town.

Among the loot seized this time, there were about 101 ripper rifles, 21 submachine guns, 32 assault rifles, 9 ready-to-use Armour Fist Bazookas, and a number of Molotov Cocktails and grenades.

According to the loot counted by the NPCs, Chu Guang settled the players' rewards through a preset calculation formula with the assistance of Little Seven.

The goal of war in defensive mode and offensive mode was different, and the number of kills would contribute a little more.

Among them, the MVP was naturally the air defense cannon team. The number of people killed by them was 42. Nearly 40% of the lives they took were harvested by Mosquito alone, which directly led to the collapse of the attackers.

At that time, the bombardment of the anti-air cannons directly shattered the morale of the marauders, who had occupied the wall, and it didn't take long for them to surrender.

In fact, they surrendered so quickly that by the time Sideline's team got to the gate, the battle was already over.

However, although Mosquito's kill count was the highest, the score was still calculated as a group score.

In other words, Athlete Foot and Bathroom Goer, who acted as the driver and loader, could also get rewards provided by points.

Counting the scores provided by the group mission, the three received 480 silver coin reward, as well as 200 contribution points and 1,000 regional prestige points.

On top of that, 3 Lifestyle Profession players finally got their first silver medals in their gaming careers!

Although it was a basic medal, it was also an achievement.

Chu Guang, who finally finished his work, leaned back on his office chair and stretched.

Just when he was thinking about which game he should play to get some inspiration, a post on the forum suddenly aroused his interest.

The title of the post was not gimmicky, even mediocre, but the heat of the discussion was unexpectedly high.

[This is a story about how I met my NPC friend and his life]

[Original Poster:

Quit Bullshit

]