This Game Is Too Realistic

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This sounds a bit like a franchise system.

 

Purchasing, logistics, and even customer relations all belong to the “headquarters”, and dealers like Hein are like franchisees.

 

In this way, even if it is a loss, Horseshoe Firm would not have to take any risk, and the loss is entirely on the franchisee's side.

 

And if the business makes a profit, the firm will take 60% of the profit from it.

 

No, even if it is a loss, it is profitable for the firm.

 

After all, all “franchisees” get their goods from the firm, and it is certainly impossible for the firm to sell these goods to the franchisees at the cost price, there must be some profit added to the cost already.

 

Thinking of this, Chu Guang couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

 

These indigenous people are much better at exploiting people.

 

Compared to them, I’m so kind!

 

However, I can learn from this trading model in the future.

 

For example, it can be applied to the trading system in the future.

 

…

 

“Goodbye, my friend, I hope we can trade again in the spring next year!”

 

The delivery of the goods was finally completed, and Hein took his two bodyguards standing next to the caravan and took off his hat to Chu Guang.

 

Chu Guang smiled faintly and waved his hand.
“Have a safe trip.”

 

Hein said with a hearty smile.
“Hahaha, thank you! Then we shall leave now.
I wish you and your shelter the best luck.” 

 

Then the group set off.

 

At this moment, Chu Guang noticed that the female mercenary next to Hein suddenly turned her head and gave him an upset look.

 

Their line of sight happened to meet each other.
But the female mercenary was not embarrassed.
She gave him an air kiss and mouthed the sentence “we will see you again”.
Then she went with the caravan and disappeared in the vast snow and fog.

 

Chu Guang was taken aback for a moment, frowned, and thought for a long time.
However, he still couldn’t remember the name of this person, and was even more confused about her last behavior.

 

Is she called…
Wendy?

 

Or Helen?

 

After all, he only heard the merchant named Hein say it once.
Who would pay attention to the name of a mercenary next to a merchant?

 

Forget it, I should not waste time thinking about such inconsequential issues.

 

Chu Guang shook his head and signaled the players to load the supplies that had been exchanged using the slaves onto the cart, and prepare to drag them back to the warehouse in the outpost.

 

However, although Chu Guang himself didn't care, he couldn't hold back the enthusiastic gossip of the players around him.
Especially when they saw the last blown kiss, a group of players’ imaginations instantly ran wild.

 

“Holy shit! You saw what I saw? That look has a story inside!”

 

“I saw it! That blow kiss!”

 

“Do you think something happened between the administrator and that woman?”

 

“It can’t be.
They only stayed together for a few days in total.”

 

“A few days is more than enough!”

 

“Damn it, then what about the proprietress of the weapon shop?”

 

“Big news! The one million-word unspeakable story about the administrator and the female caravan mercenary!”

 

“Tsk tsk, it's not that simple! It's definitely not that simple! It sounds like a smut!”

 

“Understood, we should let Brother Mole draw us some pictures when we get back!”

 

Tsk.

 

These people really are.

 

Lewd.

 

Chu Guang's eyebrows twitched, but he finally restrained the urge to complain and kept the calmness an NPC should have.

 

After a cough, he used a commanding tone to urge the players who stopped to gossip to get back to their work.

 

“Hurry up!”

 

“We need to drag all the goods back before the snow becomes heavier!”

 

At Chu Guang's urging, the players finally stopped delaying and quickly packed goods on the wooden carts.

 

Even though they were still chattering, they never stopped from beginning to end.

 

After finally packing their things, the group was ready to go on the road.

 

Looking at the gate behind him, the [Construction_site_boy_and_bricks] who was on duty took a step forward and asked Chu Guang for instructions.

 

“Dear administrator, what should we do with this stronghold? Do we still need to keep guarding?”

 

There was nothing in the stronghold, and he wondered if he could get the award for the mission in advance if he didn't need to guard it anymore.

 

Chu Guang thought for a few seconds, then ordered.

 

“Burn it.”

 

“And leave the rest for mutants.”

 

This stronghold was too far away from the players' resurrection point, and there was no strategic value in terms of location; it was not necessary to keep it.

 

Moreover, just standing inside, Chu Guang felt that his moral value was decreasing.

 

He really couldn't figure out how these marauders lived here with peace of mind.

 

[Construction_site_boy_and_bricks] nodded excitedly, and said.
“Yes, administrator!”

 

Destroying is much more interesting than cutting down trees!

 

…

 

Chu Guang trusted the players' search ability.

 

They even dug three feet into the ground.
Not to mention the chips hidden in the cabinet, they even moved the whole cabinet back.

 

There was almost nothing left in the entire Bloodhand Clan stronghold.

 

And those leftovers were either inconvenient to take away, or they had no value in recycling.

 

Such as those air-dried meat in the warehouse.

 

Obviously, a considerable part of that meat was not taken from normal prey.

 

After air-drying, it was difficult to distinguish between the appearance of the animal meat and human meat.

 

Out of mental mysophobia, Chu Guang didn't want any of them.

 

Part of it had been thrown to feed the marauder captives in the underground cells, and the rest was just hanging on the suspension beams of the tire factory warehouse.

 

Those mice and cockroaches can have them after they leave.

 

As for potatoes such as shofar potatoes, full grains, and vegetables that looked very similar to Chinese cabbage, Chu Guang had asked his players to transport all of them back.

 

These were all good things.

 

Especially those vegetables, which added up to three to four thousand kilograms, could be mixed with grains and meat to eat for a long time, and they could also balance the nutrition of the clones.

 

Not surprisingly, these grains were probably obtained by the marauders from Brown Farm.

 

In addition to food, there were some furs such as hyena skins, deer skins, wild boar skins, and even bear skins, which were around 230 pieces.

 

It was unlikely that all of these furs came from Bett Street.

 

There were only a hundred households on Bett Street.
Even if the old leech exploited people down to their bones, he may not be able to collect these tributes.

 

Chu Guang speculated that a considerable part of them must have been contributed by other nearby survivors' settlements.

 

These marauders had been busy looting throughout the fall, but before they had time to enjoy them, they all fell into the hands of Chu Guang.

 

And Chu Guang naturally didn't plan to return them.

 

Finders keepers is the rule on the wasteland after all.

 

A raging fire was soon ignited at the gate of the camp, and sparks that were blown by the north wind were slowly moving in the direction of the main building.

 

Looking at the fire in front of him and thinking of the contents of the two diaries, Chu Guang felt a little bit of emotion in his heart.

 

Pulling out the “Silver Snake” revolver next to his waist, he fired a shot into the sky.

 

“Bang–!” 

 

The gunshot echoed on the snow-covered street, drowning in the wind and snow, signaling the ending of the dead souls who died here.

 

Waving off the white smoke floating on the barrel, Chu Guang inserted the revolver back into the gun holster made by Teng Teng, turned to look at the waiting players, and walked in front of them.

 

“Let’s go home!”

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