This Game Is Too Realistic

Chapter 178.2: That’s a Good Idea. Ima Use It In the Next Update

Sure enough, in this aspect of archaeology, the people from the academy were much more professional. Others would only pick up those paper garbages and pretend to look through documents that they didn’t understand at all. Only they knew how to really make use of those documents.

Many people felt that archaeology research was as easy as copying a classmate’s class notes. However, the reality was that the notes researchers needed to copy from may not just be a piece of paper, it may be a lot of fragments. Moreover, many things that were exactly the same on the macro level could be very different from the micro level.

Unless there was a systematic understanding of these works, archaeology was not an easy subject.

If only I could figure out a way to get more people from the Academy to work here.

Wouldn’t my shelter’s scientific research points be rising steadily?

Chu Guang believed that his requirements were not high. All he wanted was to be able to have a series of technologies related to the storing of metallic hydrogen.

After all, that thing could be used as a bomb as well as a battery, which had a lot of benefits.

According to Yin Fang, he intended to start the investigation from four aspects. The profiles of researchers at Xinwu Community College, related research projects, partner institutions, and funding sources.

That might take a while, but it should pay off eventually.

After staying in the administrator’s office for a while, Yin Fang hurriedly left when he saw that the surrounding players had dispersed.

Before going to the surface, Chu Guang glanced at the Administrator Menu, and unexpectedly found that he could draw the lottery again.

A total of 111 bonus points, which was a very auspicious number.

Chu Guang thought for a while and clicked on the advanced, intermediate, and basic loot boxes.

Maybe it was because he had been very unlucky before, but his prizes this time was unexpectedly good.

The basic loot box gave him a packet of salt-baked fish, which was a snack that had never been seen before. The intermediate loot box had an epinephrine syringe, and it was the kind with painless injection. One injection would activate the Frenzy mode.

The advanced loot box was even more incredible, giving him a Hummingbird Drone!

Now Chu Guang had two cameras he could use!

"Master." Moving closer to Chu Guang’s calf, Little Seven raised the camera and looked at him eagerly.

Chu Guang originally wanted to say that he wanted to keep the drone for himself, but Little Seven sounded too pitiful.

He didn’t know where the robot downloaded a set of voice packs, but it was really effective.

"Fine, you can have it." Patting the robot’s round metal head, Chu Guang picked it up from the ground and said with a smile.

"Let’s go."

"It’s almost dawn, let’s go outside for a walk."

...

In fact, it was already dawn a while ago, but for Chu Guang who had been out a little late recently, it was still too early for him to go out before 8:00 in the morning. ?ã

However, that was not because Chu Guang was not diligent, but mainly because his players were too hard working. They would clock in on time every day, looking more eager to join the labor force than to go to work in real life.

Chu Guang hasn’t even figured out a name for the heavy industrial base sandwiched between the outpost and Longevity Town, but his hardworking players had already recaptured the abandoned tire factory from the mutants.

The corpses of mutated mice and cockroaches had piled up into hills at the entrance to the abandoned tire factory, and those newbies who were wielding cold weapons had gone crazy.

Raiders at Shelter 117 and the Greenhouse Ruins were also progressing steadily.

Especially the former, the players even invented a new set of team rules, even Chu Guang was shocked when he saw it.

As soon as Chu Guang reached the surface, the new warehouse manager who was trained for him by Luca greeted him and said respectfully. "Sir, Brown Farm has sent an envoy."

Chu Guang remembered that the middle-aged man in front of him was called Guo Ba. He used to be a slave of Brown Farm but was later sent into Bloodhand Clan’s dungeon. Since his name sounded like food[1], Chu Guang decided to change his name to follow the local custom and called him Guo Bull.

As for the other warehouse manager, he was called Guo Horse.

"The envoy of Brown Farm? What do they want?"

Guo Bull said respectfully, "The envoy brought 5,000 kilograms of shofar potatoes and 5,000 kilograms of cabbage, saying that it was Mr Brown’s tribute to you. The envoy also said that they really had nothing left."

Really had nothing left.

Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, completely bewildered by what was going on and didn’t understand what was said.

He didn’t remember asking him for it.

But then again, this Mr Brown, who he had never met before, was really kind. It was a full ten tons of grains. He could actually contribute that much and it was pretty evident Mr Brown was pretty rich.

Chu Guang couldn’t help thinking to himself.

Maybe I can borrow some more.

"Did the envoy say anything else?"

Guo Bull nodded and continued, "The envoy also said that he would like your residents to exercise some restraint… They have been hearing gunfire and explosions in the direction of the Flower Garden Street subway station for several days. That place is less than a kilometer from Brown Farm. His original words are… ‘If this is a joke, then this joke is not funny at all’."

Hearing what was said, Chu Guang’s expression was a little awkward.

As soon as he heard about the explosion, he immediately guessed that it was probably Escaping Mole and Mosquito. They probably made too much noise at the entrance of Shelter 117, scaring the people at Brown Farm.

But after thinking about it, Mr Brown’s concern was also very reasonable. Chu Guang’s men were indeed very capable of fighting, and they seemed to have many guns and endless bullets. In just one month, except for the lake in the west, their range of activities had been expanded to all the other three directions.

Now Chu Guang’s men even became active on their doorsteps, shooting guns and firing cannons every day. Obviously, they were not celebrating the New Year in advance.

It was reasonable for him to panic.

It was just that Chu Guang didn’t expect Mr Brown to be so cowardly. He actually transported the grain to his doorstep and begged for mercy.

Seeing that the administrator did not speak, Guo Bull asked cautiously. "Sir, the envoy of the Brown’s Farm is still in the reception room, do you need me to take you to see him?"

After returning to his senses, Chu Guang looked at Guo Bull. "No need, get him to pass a message to Mr Brown for me, tell him that I thank him for his generous donation. Also, our residents didn’t mean to disturb him, they were just there for… Hmm… Combat exercises against mutants."

After a pause, Chu Guang continued, "The exercise will end within a week, so ask them not to worry too much about it. Shelter 404 is the maintainer of the regional order, and we look forward to conducting friendly and equal trade with them."

"Also, treat the envoy and the people with him to a nice lunch. Since they have generously donated so much food to us, we should give them a warm welcome."

Guo Bull nodded respectfully. "As you wish, sir."

...

In the reception room.

Liu Jiuyue paced back and forth in the room with a worried face.

Mr Brown had been in a terrible mood and hadn’t been able to sleep all night last night, which made his servants uneasy.

Early in the morning, Liu Zhengyue, his boss, called him out and asked him to take the packed caravan to Linghu Wetland Park, four kilometers away, to dedicate the supplies in the caravan to the ruler there.

Liu Jiuyue had counted the supplies on the caravan, and was shocked by the amount he needed to transport.

After all, the cold winter that came early had caused the farm to produce a full season of grain less. Not only had the slaves’ meals been cut down to one meal a day, but even the meals of servants had been reduced again and again.

Allocating so much supplies to the neighbor, is the master not worried about running out of food in winter?

However, that was not something he should worry about.

At this time, the door opened. Guo Bull, who received him, walked in from outside.

Liu Jiuyue recognized this person and remembered that he used to be a slave who cut wheat on the farm, but now he could only pretend not to know him.

With a smile on his face, he greeted him and said. "Sir, have you met the administrator?"

Guo Bull said in a business-like manner without giving Jiuyue any preferential treatment because he was an old acquaintance.

"The administrator understood your request and would like to thank Mr Brown for his generous donation. The exercise at the Flower Garden Street subway station will be over in a week, and he said it is not aimed at you, so don’t worry too much. Also, in order to avoid accidental injury, he hopes that your people can stay away during the exercise. This is for your own good."

Liu Jiuyue looked confused. "Exercise?"

"Yes, the administrator said that they’re holding a combat exercise against mutants." Guo Bull didn’t know how to explain the idea clearly, so he could only repeat the original words Chu Guang said.

Liu Jiuyue nodded blankly.

Does he mean that the battle at the Flower Garden Street subway station will last for another week?

But what happened there is not directed at us, so we should not worry.

In any case, he had already received a reply, and this mission was completed, so he could go back to hand over the task. He only hoped that the reply would satisfy Mr Brown, after all, his wrath was really scary.

"Thank you for hearing our appeal. I will convey it to Mr Brown." Liu Jiuyue said respectfully.

Guo Bull nodded and looked at him and continued. "In addition, the administrator told me that if you are not in a hurry to set off, we need to treat you to lunch before you go on the road. Besides, road conditions at noon will also be safer for travel."

Liu Jiuyue did not refuse.

As the person in charge of receiving him said, the road conditions at noon would be safer for travel than in the morning. Moreover, it was more comfortable to walk after a meal than to travel with an empty stomach.

Before he set off this morning, he had not eaten anything. There was a piece of green wheat cake in his pocket, but it was cold and hard, like a rock. The flask of water hanging on his waist was already cold, and it was already fortunate enough that it didn’t freeze.

"Thank you!"

Looking at the submissive man in front of him, Guo Bull suddenly felt that the man was a little pitiful.

When he was in the farm before, what these slaves envied most were the servants who could serve the master’s family, because only those servants could be regarded as humans, and these slaves could only be counted as livestock.

Even the laundry lady, the shoe shiner who shone the master’s shoes, was far more noble than he was. Not only could they live in a house built of wood or brick, but they could also eat two hot meals a day. Occasionally, they would be reprimanded for making mistakes, but they would not be dragged out and disposed of just because they were old and disabled.

But now, he felt that the man who used to be high beyond reach in front of him was like a pitiful creature.

Perhaps in this world, only the administrator could liberate them.

"You’re welcome." Guo Bull paused and repeated the words of the administrator. "The administrator said that this is common courtesy."

1. Guo Ba = Crunchy rice in mandarin ?