Chapter 61.1: The Nemesis of Mutant Leeches
Chapter 61: The Nemesis of Mutant Leeches
The transaction was over.
After leaving the wetland park, Sun Shiqi, with an angry look, finally couldn't help but began to complain loudly.
"Unbelievable!"
"I have never seen anyone in a blue coat that is as stingy as him. Where's the kindness of a civilized person? Where are his good manners? Hes just like a greedy gopher!"
"I shouldn't have held out high hopes about them!"
Four of the ten most discussed topics in the pubs of the Red River Town Trading Center were related to the people in blue coats.
Someone once received a large package of good things from those blue coats with a few words of flattery. Some people once deceived them with a pile of colorful but useless papers and managed to get into their shelter to have free food and drinks, and still received a pack of "survival supplies" when they were kicked out of the shelter.
These blue coats have almost become synonymous with people who are stupid and rich, and stories about them were often inseparable from the term "overnight wealth".
Sun Shiqi never thought that he would pry open the shelter's treasure with words just like what was rumored in the market. He simply thought that doing business with them seemed to be a good choice.
However...
The reaction of these people was beyond his expectations.
So much so that he couldn't help but wonder if these guys were a group of refugees pretending to be shelter residents.
Would people in blue coats really build a house on the ground?
Besides, even when they reached the end of the transaction, he still didn't see where the entrance of the shelter was...
The gunman who was walking in the front glanced back at him, then at the bulging package on the back of the two-headed cow, wondering out loud.
"So this deal was a loss?"
He has been a bodyguard for many years, has dealt with many merchants, and has rarely seen them lose money.
"It's not a loss," Sun Shiqi said angrily, "but I could have made more!"
"..."
The gunman was speechless, he shifted his attention away from him, and continued to look around vigilantly.
Sun Shiqi pulled out the account book from his pocket, a sad expression on his face.
10 kilograms of salt actually only converted to 30 kilograms of dried meat.
If he hadn't dropped his plan to go to Boulder City, and even if someone pointed a gun to his head, he would definitely not accept such a harsh price!
But unfortunately, there are no "ifs" in this world.
It was impossible for him to drag the salt to Boulder City, replace it with daily necessities and electrical appliances, take them to the farm in exchange for grain, and then trade the grain from the farm for meat.
If he really did go back and forth like this, it would take him at least four days, even a week, to finish!
The road in the city was already much harder to walk through than outside, not to mention that winter was about to begin. Both people and mutants were frantically preparing for the coming winter.
In the wasteland, this time period was more dangerous than ever.
Regardless of the time cost or the risks involved, it was impossible for him to take that detour.
And the man clearly saw this.
Not only the 10 kilograms of salt, but prices of the ten revolver rifles and two bags of ammunition he brought with him were knocked down a lot by that guy for various reasons.
Arms may be worthless in Boulder City, but any survivor's stronghold would not refuse to stock up on this easy-to-maintain, durable, and cheap weapon. It was more than enough to trade for 3 or 4 mutant hyenas. After asking a butcher to slaughter them, he could easily get 60 to 70 kilograms of meat.
That's 70 kilograms of meat!
Is it too much to exchange for 30 kg of dried meat? If it's really impossible, 20 kilograms would also do!
However, that man was only willing to give him 10 kilograms of unmarinated meat for each gun!
No matter what else he said, the other party was only willing to give him an extra kilogram of smoked fish in the end.
That damn gopher!
"I don't understand. Since it's not a loss, why do you still complain about it?" The gunman said casually, "I always hear people say that you will only be happy if you are content."
"Hehe, what do you know? You can't make a fortune if you are content."
Sun Shiqi didn't bother to talk to him, just waved his pen impatiently, and continued to calculate in the account book while continuing his journey.
"... These air-dried meats need to be exchanged for at least 60 kilograms of coarse salt. No, at least 80 kilograms, otherwise this trip isn't really worth it. I have to think about which mine to do this business with."
The gunman glanced at him, then at the cargo on the back of the two-headed cows, and said in a relaxed tone.
"Then you should be grateful that it was me who came here with you. After all, I'm a content person."
...
130 kilograms of dried meat and 10 kilograms of smoked fish were traded for 10 kilograms of coarse salt, 10 revolver rifles, and two large bags of coins and ammunition.
For this transaction, Chu Guang himself was still very satisfied.
Of course, it was also because of the timing.
As the cold winter approached, whoever had food had the most say. In addition, game can be preserved by keeping it in the snow. On the contrary, salt was not so important.
But when spring begins next year, it will be a different situation.
After all, it was impossible to preserve food for a long time if air-dried meat in spring and summer was made without using salt.
But then again, at that time, would the outposts still have to rely on buying food to make money?
Chu Guang didn't think so.
In short, 130 kilograms of dried meat and 10 kilograms of smoked fish cost only 60 to 80 silver coins for Chu Guang to produce them.
Even if it was calculated based on the purchase price of the granary, it would only be 140 silver coins.
However, players currently would only sell their prey directly to the granary and temporarily not slaughter the prey and smoke the dried meat by themselves, so it was more appropriate to directly use the production cost to calculate.
In fact, it didn't matter which price was used.
After all, Chu Guang now had an extra 500 kilograms of the same game currency.
"Money" was really just a number for him as an administrator...
...
After dragging the coins into the shelter alone, Chu Guang placed them in an empty room without anyone. Looking at the shiny coins, he couldn't help but smile with relief.
It would be great if they could all be replaced by chips.
Not to mention an exoframe, might he even be able to buy an airplane if he had that many chips?