This Game Is Too Realistic

If it were other games...

Many male players would’ve already put it on and shown it off.

Night Ten wondered out loud, "Maybe it’s too cold? It’s not good to wear this in winter, right?”

Gale looked at him like he was looking at an idiot. "There is heating in the shelter, do you think this reason is logical?"

"Uh, right…” Night Ten lowered his head slowly.

Ample Time sighed, "Very well, now the most promising player has been eliminated, we have 4... Um… 3 cards left."

It seemed that there was a reason why the dress couldn’t be sold. Even the shameless players couldn’t accept it, so it was understandable that the NPC couldn’t accept it.

What a pity.

I hope Teng Teng will not be sad.

Just as Night Ten was thinking about how to tell Teng Teng the bad news, the boss sitting behind the counter suddenly said something again. "What is this?"

Gloves?

Seal muttered and pulled out a white stocking from the bag.

He probably had never seen such a long and straight sock. So after studying it for a while, he rolled up his sleeve and put it directly on his hairy arm.

When the 4 players in the clothing store saw it, they almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Fuck!"

"My eyes!"

"Tell him to stop quickly," Ample Time hurriedly pulled Xu Shun, almost yelling in a desperate tone, "That thing is a sock."

Xu Shun was taken aback for a moment, and quickly relayed what Ample Time said.

"Sock?" Seal was taken aback. He mumbled and lowered his head, preparing to take off his shoes. The 4 players couldn’t take it anymore and rushed up to snatch the things from his hands.

"Oh hell no!"

"If you don’t buy it, don’t touch it!"

"That’s right! You’re tarnishing art!"

"?"

With question marks written all over his face, Seal scratched his head, wondering why these people had such big reactions; he hadn’t even done anything.

What a bunch of ill-mannered people!

Xu Shun was so embarrassed that he wished he could find a place to hide.

To be honest, he was also at a loss. And this time, even with the assistance of VM, he didn’t know how to translate it.

Oh, administrator!

I beg you to find someone else to do this job.

He would rather fight a marauder in the trenches with a bayonet, or fight a mutant human behind a bunker, but he really didn’t want to be an interpreter!

"Let’s go. The person we are looking for here isn’t here."

"It’s time to end this charade, stupid NPC."

"Yes, what a waste of time!"

Night Ten tied up the bag and threw it into Ample Time’s hands. The latter carried it on his shoulder immediately, turned his head, and walked out the door.

Seeing that several players were about to leave, Xu Shun heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that it was finally over, and hurriedly followed.

"Wait a moment." Seeing that they put away their things and were about to leave, Seal quickly stopped them.

The group stopped.

Seeing five pairs of eyes looking over, Seal coughed lightly and said. "Well, since you’ve also gone to the next door to ask and know that no one wants these... Uh, art, why don’t you put it on consignment?"

Xu Shun raised an eyebrow curiously. "Consignment?"

"That’s right," Seal nodded, "You price it yourself, and then hang it on the shelf or window at the door."

"If it’s sold, I’ll only take 20% of what it sold for. If it’s not sold, you just have to take it away before you leave."

After all, it was made of Devil’s Silk, and it was also a rare item made by the blue coats. Although the materials were wasted, they still had value.

What if it sold?

Seal was not a stubborn person.

Anyway, there was no business now, and he had nothing to do. He might as well put them on the shelf near the window. Maybe it would attract some attention.

And in case these people forgot that they had things on consignment, then these things would be his.

After all, similar things had happened before from time to time.

There was a mercenary who sold Deathclaw skins on consignment before, and he was an ability user. He said that he would leave the Deathclaw skin in Seal’s shop for a week, but after waiting for several months, no one came back to get it.

After inquiring from other mercenaries that the guy was dead, Seal happily sold the Deathclaw skin to the big shot in the inner city.

Leather shoes made of Deathclaw skin were the most popular in the inner city. They were not only comfortable and durable. And most importantly, they could show one’s strength.

Xu Shun didn’t think that much. He just stared at him. "How can we trust you?"

"My friend, this is Boulder Town. It’s different from the outside. Once the agreement is signed, as long as you don’t leave this wall, anyone has to follow it. And my store is still here, you think I would run away with your stuff?" Seal said, slightly displeased, "Besides, you have 4 ability users. Why are you afraid of me, an ordinary person?"

It sounded reasonable.

Xu Shun looked at the players behind him.

The players discussed and finally reached a consensus. This was their last resort, and it was better to try than not to try.

Ample Time stepped forward, took out the gown that was the most revealing, put it on the table, and tapped it with his fist. "500!"

Night Ten also leaned over, rummaged through the bags for a while, and precisely pulled out the white knee socks that this guy had put on his hand earlier.

After making a pair, he threw them on the table with a look of disgust. "100! No, 50!"

"..." Seal didn’t know how to respond.

How much are you selling?!

It’s really difficult to communicate with these people.

Seal impatiently tore off a piece of paper from the account book beside him, tore it in half, and wrote numbers on it. "500 for revealing clothes, 100 for socks that can be worn as trousers... All right, please leave me your address, at least I need to know which hotel you are staying in."

Xu Shun went up to leave an address and signed the paper quickly. Not wanting to waste time here, he hurriedly dragged the players away.

"500 for this thin piece of dress? And 100 for a pair of stupid looking socks?"

"Those people must be crazy!" Seeing the backs of those people disappear at the door, Seal sneered, but still got up from the chair, walked to the window and hung their goods.

After sticking a sticker with the price on it, he then placed a little blackboard next to it and wrote:

[... The unique Devil’s Silk weaving process, a mysterious shelter technology. In Boulder Town, you can only find this one-of-a-kind work of art in this shop.]

Done!

Seal took two steps back, read the words on the sign, and nodded in satisfaction.

Although the conversation with the blue coats was not pleasant, he had no problem with chips.

As long as it could turn into those colorful plastic pieces, he was willing to do any business!

...

After coming out of the store, Night Ten looked at his teammates beside him. "Is it reliable to let that guy sell things for us?"

Ample Time shrugged. "Do we have other choices? With your language skill, we’ll never be able to sell those things ourselves."

Night Ten wasn’t happy about what he said. "Screw you! You even have the nerve to talk about me. If you hadn’t interspersed our native tongue with the Federation of People’s language, you wouldn’t have confused him!"

Ample Time rolled his eyes. "Give me a break. At least, I, your father, can say a few words. What about you? You can’t even count in their language!"

"I need to study fucking English in real life. How can I have time to learn this stuff?"

"Just admit that you are a noob. You should learn from Brother Light. He never makes excuses."

"@#%!"

Gale looked at them, dumbfounded. "..."

Listening to the quarrel of his teammates, Old White looked up to the sky and sighed. "Sigh, this game is really difficult..."

He simply didn’t understand a single word the NPC said at all.

It must be because of the intelligence attribute!

Xu Shun silently followed behind the 4 of them.

Although he had studied the language of the shelter seriously, he had only learned a few words and short sentences.

As soon as these people spoke quickly, without the help of the VM, he really wouldn’t be able to understand what they were talking about. And sometimes, even the VM didn’t know how to translate.

But…

The atmosphere between those shelter residents was quite friendly. Although their voices were loud, it didn’t look like a quarrel.

Hearing the bickering between Ample Time and Night Ten, Gale suddenly interjected, "Speaking of which, wouldn’t it be a bit too expensive to sell it for 500? The per capita salary here is less than 100 chips a month, right?"

The daily salary offered by the jobs that provided food and accommodation was 2 to 3 chips, which was more than 90 chips a month. Some engineers could earn 10 times or even 100 times the figure, but the number of them was as few as giant pandas.

"You don’t understand. Even if you sell it for 50, those ordinary people still wouldn’t be able to afford it," Ample Time said slowly, "In that case, why not just sell it for more? People who can afford it will naturally buy it, and those who can’t afford it won’t buy it even if you give them a discount.”

The three looked at each other.

Damn son?

It makes sense!

But the way this guy speaks… Did he learn from Mosquito?!

He looks really more like a profiteer...