Three power armors remained at the north gate.
As for their captain, Oliver, he followed Lucius into the outpost.
It can be seen that he is very confident in his own strength, and he is not worried about any accidents he will encounter. Of course, Lucius didn't intend to make trouble for himself.
Inviting Oliver to the reception room of the nursing home, Lucius wanted to entertain him with something, but when he took out the wine glass, Oliver quickly waved his hand to stop him.
"I appreciate your kindness! But I'm still on a mission and can't drink."
"What about the milk?"
"It's really not necessary. Our armor has reserves of fresh water and liquid food. We can only eat our own food during missions. This is discipline."
"That stool—"
"No need, it will collapse."
"All right."
I didn't expect to meet a well-disciplined army in the wasteland. Of course, maybe out of caution.
Lucius didn't insist anymore and put away the things.
"Speaking of which, I'm a little curious about what your SC-500 crawler transport platform looks like, and what it means when you put it together... Can you satisfy my curiosity?"
Lujan nodded.
"No problem at all."
As he spoke, he reached out and lit the helmet. The button-sized integrated lamp at the neckline cast a beam of light on the burning brazier.
Looking carefully, the light was composed of many light beams as thin as cilia, and soon those "Cilia" swayed slightly, interweaving a transparent three-dimensional holographic image above the flame.
"Holographic projection?"
"Yes," Oliver nodded with pride on his face, "This is our Pioneer! Isn't it magnificent?"
Four nearly 20-meter-long crawlers carry a square platform of 50 meters in length and width. Cuboid modules are stacked on the platform, spliced and piled up like containers, which look like jagged Rubik's cubes or three-dimensional mosaics from a distance.
There are four of the same platform, distributed in the four corners in a matrix, connected by pipelines in the middle, and it seems that they can be separated.
It's not so much a cruiser on land. It would be better to say that it is a four-legged fortress!
"It's really magnificent... Do you have a photo? I mean, that kind of photographic photo, not this kind of skeleton-like hologram."
Oliver froze for a moment, then nodded.
"Photos? Yes... If you need it, I can send it to your VM."
"Please send me one!"
Although he was confused about what Lucius wanted the photo for, Oliver still picked a less sensitive photo and passed it on to him.
Hiding the joy on his face, Lucius coughed lightly, looked at Oliver with a serious expression and continued.
"Thank you, it was a great help. In addition, I probably understand your demands. To put it simply...you need a hundred laborers to work on resource collection and material handling, right?"
Oliver nodded seriously.
"That's right, it would be even better if there were more people! We need a lot of people to collect vehicle wreckage and other metal waste, drag them to our production workshop for remelting, and produce the steel and other alloys need materials."
"As for technical problems, you don't have to worry about them, our engineers will be responsible for solving them! Your people only need to do some simple work."
"As a reward, we are willing to provide food and accommodation for each worker, and pay them an hourly wage of 1CR, which is settled on a daily basis."
Lucius asked.
"What is 1CR?"
"...I almost forgot, this is it!" Oliver slapped his head, pulled out a 100CR banknote from his waist, showed it to Lucius, and explained with a smile, "The bonds issued by the enterprise are also used as Currency, the full name is credit, or CR for short! You can use it to buy anything you want at any survivor stronghold on the east coast... as long as they have it."
"In addition, all the caravans from the east coast recognize its value. You can use this banknote to exchange all the goods in their hands. A banknote like this is enough for a company employee to spend for a week. Save some money enough for two weeks!"
Lucius joked with a smile.
"So the hourly wage of 1CR is the minimum wage for businesses?"
"We don't have a minimum wage, but basic manual labor is at this price. An hourly wage of 1CR is 12CR for 12 hours a day. Isn't it enough? We will provide food and lodging for your workers!"
"This is the province of the River Valley, not the east coast. Well, do you have any bargaining chips?"
Lu Yang looked bewildered.
"... Chips?"
"Yes, this generation of Spring City mainly uses this kind of plastic chips as currency. All businessmen who come here know it, and I thought you knew it a little bit." Then, Lucius took out a white chip from his pocket and placed it in Oliver's face shook slightly.
The anti-counterfeit lacquer printed on the chips, even after two centuries, still has no trace of fading, as if it is integrated with the material itself.
Oliver looked a little embarrassed.
"It's a pity that we are not businessmen... Frankly speaking, we are going to the west to perform a very important task, which concerns the fate of everyone on this planet. Can you accommodate us for the sake of the future of civilization? As far as I know, the River Valley Province is also within the company's business scope, and I use my credit score to assure you that these banknotes are all usable!"
"For the future of civilization, people chewed it up a century ago. Now it's the year 211 of the Wasteland Era, and nothing has changed."
Putting away the chips in his hand, Lucius looked at Oliver and continued.
"You guys should have something to trade, right? Don't tell me you're living on air all the way? Whether it's food, weapons, or production tools and methods, we all need it here. You give me this there is no point in planting pieces of paper. God knows when your caravans from the east coast will pass by us. And what's the use of just being able to use it? Even if 100CR can buy a set of power armor on the east coast, it may not be able to buy a cow here!"
Even in a civilized society with convenient logistics, different currencies have different purchasing power in different regions, let alone wasteland.
A caravan arrived here across an actual distance of tens of thousands of kilometers, just to exchange the goods in their hands for a pile of paper that cannot be spent locally?
They are for business, not express delivery. Gotta get some stuff back!
Oliver coughed lightly and said: "... No matter where it is, 100CR cannot buy a power armor, even if it is scrapped. But I probably understand what you mean, what you need is food, weapons, and production tools Is it right?"
"Very correct!" Lucius looked at him with piercing eyes and continued, "If you want to hire my people, you have to give them silver and copper coins. If you want silver coins, you can exchange them with what we need! "
Oliver nodded.
"Understood, this is a reasonable request. But I'm not good at this. I'll let someone from the logistics department come over to talk to you about the transaction. He will arrive here tomorrow morning. In addition, if it is convenient, I hope to be here with you to set up an office to facilitate our timely communication. The scale of this office will not be very large, and the staffing should be two people, how about it?"
Lucius nodded happily.
"Exactly what I expected!"
Oliver finally stretched a smile on his face.
Communicating with civilized people is always much more refreshing than communicating with natives. Although the transaction is a bit troublesome, it's enough to leave it to the people in the logistics department.
The Pioneer has no shortage of food and fresh water, and can produce daily necessities by itself. What it lacks is only mines and electricity. With working labor, the mine problem has been solved, and now there is one last problem left.
"...Then the next thing is to guide."
Lucius looked at him and said: "No problem, my people know this area very well, the key is what you are looking for."
Oliver: "Controllable fusion fuel rods! Of course, I'm not talking about the kind of fusion batteries for power armor, tanks or small workshops, but the reserves of helium three are more than 5 kg, and the output power is between 100MW and 1GW. The fuel rod that can make the Pioneer move! The model of this fuel rod is a bit special, but our people can recognize it."
Lucius: "Then do you know where to find this thing?"
Oliver nodded confidently.
"Of course, according to our analysis of pre-war map data, there is a carbon dioxide collection station located near the fifth ring road in the northern suburbs of Spring City. This kind of public facility is very common in densely populated cities. The carbon dioxide in the urban agglomeration is to maintain the so-called carbon balance."
"The spare generators and fuel rods in the carbon dioxide collection station are similar in size to ours, but the more troublesome thing is that they are usually not marked separately on civilian maps, but are combined with some high-rise buildings such as office buildings and apartments. Together, it is usually located between the 20th and 30th floors, and we can only speculate on its approximate location based on limited data."
Hearing this, Lucius couldn't help interrupting him.
"Are you sure it hasn't been searched there?"
"We're not sure, so we need a local guide to work with our marines to find the ones that haven't been looted yet."
After a pause, Oliver proposed the terms of the exchange.
"If we are lucky enough to find one, we only need the controlled fusion fuel rods there. As for other by-products, such as long-chain alkanes, alkenes, or ketones and lipids, you can take them as you like. Whether you take them use it as firewood, or make it into something else."
It should not be burned.
Lucius felt that he should not do such a violent thing. Even if this high-quality industrial raw material is temporarily unusable, it can still be sold. Survivor strongholds with industrial capabilities like Boulder City should be happy to buy.
Lucius remembered that old Luka once said that every year, caravans from Boulder City would come to Brown Farm to buy oil and resin from camus trees.
Looking at Oliver, Lucius nodded.
"No problem."
"I'm glad we have reached a consensus, that's all," Luca showed a happy smile on his face, and stretched out his right hand, "I wish us a happy cooperation!"
Holding his outstretched right hand and shaking it, Lucius also had a smile on his face.
"Happy cooperation!"
...
Looking at the captain who came out of the fence, and the tense marines standing at the north gate, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The curious eyes around them make them feel uncomfortable.
Have these hillbillies never seen power armor?
Fortunately, these people were still restrained and did not come up to make a move.
"It's getting late, let's go back first!" Walking to his teammate and stopping, Oliver looked at Lucius and said with a smile, "Our people will come tomorrow!"
Lucius nodded.
"Then see you later."
Oliver took his men ready to leave.
However, at this moment, the voices of teammates came from the communication channel.
"Captain, there are explosions and gunshots to your east... I don't have a good view from here, but it looks like there is an exchange of fire."
Oliver was slightly taken aback, looked at Lucius and asked.
"Are you at war?"
Guessing that the big brother they stayed outside saw it, Lucius said calmly.
"East, you mean? If that counts as a war, our men do fight mutants."
"Mutants?" Oliver's face changed slightly, "Are there mutants here?"
"Where is it not? Those green-skinned guys are everywhere," Lucius smiled, "Of course, I'm not sure if the mutants in the River Valley Province are the same as the mutants on your east coast. Green and light green are not the same."
"No matter what kind it is, they are a bunch of disgusting guys! This group of dog-like beasts are like tumors, they can't be killed no matter what, they are simply cancers of civilization!"
Oliver gritted his teeth and said, with a look of hatred and hatred on his face, Lucius always felt that there was a story.
With a move in his heart, Lucius looked at him and said.
"Then are you willing to help us solve this trouble? For the future of civilization."
Oliver was startled, hesitated for a moment and said.
"This... is not very good, our discipline does not allow us to intervene in the disputes of the locals."
If he gets involved in the disputes among the locals, troublesome things will happen one after another. He is too experienced in this.
It's okay not to intervene in the disputes of the locals. Why didn't you say that when you asked us for help?
"Mutable mutants can't be regarded as human beings." Lucius didn't give up, and said patiently, "And when you reach out to us, you are actually helping yourself."
Oliver: "What does this mean..."
Lucius: "Think about it, if we have to deal with the harassment of mutants, how can we help you with all our strength? I promise you, as long as you solve the troubles of mutants for us, we can support you The number of laborers has doubled... that is, two hundred people. Does a reasonable transaction violate your discipline?"
Two hundred workers...
It seems that the Alpha0.7 version has to be advanced.
Lucius thought in his heart, the new version just opened a new map, and sent players to move bricks. Of course, this cannot be regarded as "Labor dispatch" in name, but a time-limited activity in the game.
There are limited-time activities in the beta testing stage, and you can get rewards without krypton gold. Where can you find such a conscientious game company?
Lucius himself was almost moved by his conscience.
But Oliver, who was standing opposite him, was completely stunned.
Two hundred people?!
Is there two hundred people in this survivor colony??
If the village outside was also counted, maybe there should be some, but what he needs are strong laborers, not those old and weak women and children.
However, it is also possible that there are still people who have not come up from the ground.
After weighing the pros and cons in his heart, Oliver finally reluctantly nodded.
"I hope you keep your word."
With a little more help, their progress will be faster. If possible, he didn't want to waste too long here. They walked slowly enough after entering the River Valley Province!
"Of course, I am the most trustworthy person!"
When he said this, Lucius smiled brightly.
he knows. From the moment the man in front of him lowered his head, the group of mutants who stayed on 76th Street were already dead...
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Three power armors remained at the north gate.
As for their captain, Oliver, he followed Lucius into the outpost.
It can be seen that he is very confident in his own strength, and he is not worried about any accidents he will encounter. Of course, Lucius didn't intend to make trouble for himself.
Inviting Oliver to the reception room of the nursing home, Lucius wanted to entertain him with something, but when he took out the wine glass, Oliver quickly waved his hand to stop him.
"I appreciate your kindness! But I'm still on a mission and can't drink."
"What about the milk?"
"It's really not necessary. Our armor has reserves of fresh water and liquid food. We can only eat our own food during missions. This is discipline."
"That stool—"
"No need, it will collapse."
"All right."
I didn't expect to meet a well-disciplined army in the wasteland. Of course, maybe out of caution.
Lucius didn't insist anymore and put away the things.
"Speaking of which, I'm a little curious about what your SC-500 crawler transport platform looks like, and what it means when you put it together... Can you satisfy my curiosity?"
Lujan nodded.
"No problem at all."
As he spoke, he reached out and lit the helmet. The button-sized integrated lamp at the neckline cast a beam of light on the burning brazier.
Looking carefully, the light was composed of many light beams as thin as cilia, and soon those "Cilia" swayed slightly, interweaving a transparent three-dimensional holographic image above the flame.
"Holographic projection?"
"Yes," Oliver nodded with pride on his face, "This is our Pioneer! Isn't it magnificent?"
Four nearly 20-meter-long crawlers carry a square platform of 50 meters in length and width. Cuboid modules are stacked on the platform, spliced and piled up like containers, which look like jagged Rubik's cubes or three-dimensional mosaics from a distance.
There are four of the same platform, distributed in the four corners in a matrix, connected by pipelines in the middle, and it seems that they can be separated.
It's not so much a cruiser on land. It would be better to say that it is a four-legged fortress!
"It's really magnificent... Do you have a photo? I mean, that kind of photographic photo, not this kind of skeleton-like hologram."
Oliver froze for a moment, then nodded.
"Photos? Yes... If you need it, I can send it to your VM."
"Please send me one!"
Although he was confused about what Lucius wanted the photo for, Oliver still picked a less sensitive photo and passed it on to him.
Hiding the joy on his face, Lucius coughed lightly, looked at Oliver with a serious expression and continued.
"Thank you, it was a great help. In addition, I probably understand your demands. To put it simply...you need a hundred laborers to work on resource collection and material handling, right?"
Oliver nodded seriously.
"That's right, it would be even better if there were more people! We need a lot of people to collect vehicle wreckage and other metal waste, drag them to our production workshop for remelting, and produce the steel and other alloys need materials."
"As for technical problems, you don't have to worry about them, our engineers will be responsible for solving them! Your people only need to do some simple work."
"As a reward, we are willing to provide food and accommodation for each worker, and pay them an hourly wage of 1CR, which is settled on a daily basis."
Lucius asked.
"What is 1CR?"
"...I almost forgot, this is it!" Oliver slapped his head, pulled out a 100CR banknote from his waist, showed it to Lucius, and explained with a smile, "The bonds issued by the enterprise are also used as Currency, the full name is credit, or CR for short! You can use it to buy anything you want at any survivor stronghold on the east coast... as long as they have it."
"In addition, all the caravans from the east coast recognize its value. You can use this banknote to exchange all the goods in their hands. A banknote like this is enough for a company employee to spend for a week. Save some money enough for two weeks!"
Lucius joked with a smile.
"So the hourly wage of 1CR is the minimum wage for businesses?"
"We don't have a minimum wage, but basic manual labor is at this price. An hourly wage of 1CR is 12CR for 12 hours a day. Isn't it enough? We will provide food and lodging for your workers!"
"This is the province of the River Valley, not the east coast. Well, do you have any bargaining chips?"
Lu Yang looked bewildered.
"... Chips?"
"Yes, this generation of Spring City mainly uses this kind of plastic chips as currency. All businessmen who come here know it, and I thought you knew it a little bit." Then, Lucius took out a white chip from his pocket and placed it in Oliver's face shook slightly.
The anti-counterfeit lacquer printed on the chips, even after two centuries, still has no trace of fading, as if it is integrated with the material itself.
Oliver looked a little embarrassed.
"It's a pity that we are not businessmen... Frankly speaking, we are going to the west to perform a very important task, which concerns the fate of everyone on this planet. Can you accommodate us for the sake of the future of civilization? As far as I know, the River Valley Province is also within the company's business scope, and I use my credit score to assure you that these banknotes are all usable!"
"For the future of civilization, people chewed it up a century ago. Now it's the year 211 of the Wasteland Era, and nothing has changed."
Putting away the chips in his hand, Lucius looked at Oliver and continued.
"You guys should have something to trade, right? Don't tell me you're living on air all the way? Whether it's food, weapons, or production tools and methods, we all need it here. You give me this there is no point in planting pieces of paper. God knows when your caravans from the east coast will pass by us. And what's the use of just being able to use it? Even if 100CR can buy a set of power armor on the east coast, it may not be able to buy a cow here!"
Even in a civilized society with convenient logistics, different currencies have different purchasing power in different regions, let alone wasteland.
A caravan arrived here across an actual distance of tens of thousands of kilometers, just to exchange the goods in their hands for a pile of paper that cannot be spent locally?
They are for business, not express delivery. Gotta get some stuff back!
Oliver coughed lightly and said: "... No matter where it is, 100CR cannot buy a power armor, even if it is scrapped. But I probably understand what you mean, what you need is food, weapons, and production tools Is it right?"
"Very correct!" Lucius looked at him with piercing eyes and continued, "If you want to hire my people, you have to give them silver and copper coins. If you want silver coins, you can exchange them with what we need! "
Oliver nodded.
"Understood, this is a reasonable request. But I'm not good at this. I'll let someone from the logistics department come over to talk to you about the transaction. He will arrive here tomorrow morning. In addition, if it is convenient, I hope to be here with you to set up an office to facilitate our timely communication. The scale of this office will not be very large, and the staffing should be two people, how about it?"
Lucius nodded happily.
"Exactly what I expected!"
Oliver finally stretched a smile on his face.
Communicating with civilized people is always much more refreshing than communicating with natives. Although the transaction is a bit troublesome, it's enough to leave it to the people in the logistics department.
The Pioneer has no shortage of food and fresh water, and can produce daily necessities by itself. What it lacks is only mines and electricity. With working labor, the mine problem has been solved, and now there is one last problem left.
"...Then the next thing is to guide."
Lucius looked at him and said: "No problem, my people know this area very well, the key is what you are looking for."
Oliver: "Controllable fusion fuel rods! Of course, I'm not talking about the kind of fusion batteries for power armor, tanks or small workshops, but the reserves of helium three are more than 5 kg, and the output power is between 100MW and 1GW. The fuel rod that can make the Pioneer move! The model of this fuel rod is a bit special, but our people can recognize it."
Lucius: "Then do you know where to find this thing?"
Oliver nodded confidently.
"Of course, according to our analysis of pre-war map data, there is a carbon dioxide collection station located near the fifth ring road in the northern suburbs of Spring City. This kind of public facility is very common in densely populated cities. The carbon dioxide in the urban agglomeration is to maintain the so-called carbon balance."
"The spare generators and fuel rods in the carbon dioxide collection station are similar in size to ours, but the more troublesome thing is that they are usually not marked separately on civilian maps, but are combined with some high-rise buildings such as office buildings and apartments. Together, it is usually located between the 20th and 30th floors, and we can only speculate on its approximate location based on limited data."
Hearing this, Lucius couldn't help interrupting him.
"Are you sure it hasn't been searched there?"
"We're not sure, so we need a local guide to work with our marines to find the ones that haven't been looted yet."
After a pause, Oliver proposed the terms of the exchange.
"If we are lucky enough to find one, we only need the controlled fusion fuel rods there. As for other by-products, such as long-chain alkanes, alkenes, or ketones and lipids, you can take them as you like. Whether you take them use it as firewood, or make it into something else."
It should not be burned.
Lucius felt that he should not do such a violent thing. Even if this high-quality industrial raw material is temporarily unusable, it can still be sold. Survivor strongholds with industrial capabilities like Boulder City should be happy to buy.
Lucius remembered that old Luka once said that every year, caravans from Boulder City would come to Brown Farm to buy oil and resin from camus trees.
Looking at Oliver, Lucius nodded.
"No problem."
"I'm glad we have reached a consensus, that's all," Luca showed a happy smile on his face, and stretched out his right hand, "I wish us a happy cooperation!"
Holding his outstretched right hand and shaking it, Lucius also had a smile on his face.
"Happy cooperation!"
...
Looking at the captain who came out of the fence, and the tense marines standing at the north gate, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The curious eyes around them make them feel uncomfortable.
Have these hillbillies never seen power armor?
Fortunately, these people were still restrained and did not come up to make a move.
"It's getting late, let's go back first!" Walking to his teammate and stopping, Oliver looked at Lucius and said with a smile, "Our people will come tomorrow!"
Lucius nodded.
"Then see you later."
Oliver took his men ready to leave.
However, at this moment, the voices of teammates came from the communication channel.
"Captain, there are explosions and gunshots to your east... I don't have a good view from here, but it looks like there is an exchange of fire."
Oliver was slightly taken aback, looked at Lucius and asked.
"Are you at war?"
Guessing that the big brother they stayed outside saw it, Lucius said calmly.
"East, you mean? If that counts as a war, our men do fight mutants."
"Mutants?" Oliver's face changed slightly, "Are there mutants here?"
"Where is it not? Those green-skinned guys are everywhere," Lucius smiled, "Of course, I'm not sure if the mutants in the River Valley Province are the same as the mutants on your east coast. Green and light green are not the same."
"No matter what kind it is, they are a bunch of disgusting guys! This group of dog-like beasts are like tumors, they can't be killed no matter what, they are simply cancers of civilization!"
Oliver gritted his teeth and said, with a look of hatred and hatred on his face, Lucius always felt that there was a story.
With a move in his heart, Lucius looked at him and said.
"Then are you willing to help us solve this trouble? For the future of civilization."
Oliver was startled, hesitated for a moment and said.
"This... is not very good, our discipline does not allow us to intervene in the disputes of the locals."
If he gets involved in the disputes among the locals, troublesome things will happen one after another. He is too experienced in this.
It's okay not to intervene in the disputes of the locals. Why didn't you say that when you asked us for help?
"Mutable mutants can't be regarded as human beings." Lucius didn't give up, and said patiently, "And when you reach out to us, you are actually helping yourself."
Oliver: "What does this mean..."
Lucius: "Think about it, if we have to deal with the harassment of mutants, how can we help you with all our strength? I promise you, as long as you solve the troubles of mutants for us, we can support you The number of laborers has doubled... that is, two hundred people. Does a reasonable transaction violate your discipline?"
Two hundred workers...
It seems that the Alpha0.7 version has to be advanced.
Lucius thought in his heart, the new version just opened a new map, and sent players to move bricks. Of course, this cannot be regarded as "Labor dispatch" in name, but a time-limited activity in the game.
There are limited-time activities in the beta testing stage, and you can get rewards without krypton gold. Where can you find such a conscientious game company?
Lucius himself was almost moved by his conscience.
But Oliver, who was standing opposite him, was completely stunned.
Two hundred people?!
Is there two hundred people in this survivor colony??
If the village outside was also counted, maybe there should be some, but what he needs are strong laborers, not those old and weak women and children.
However, it is also possible that there are still people who have not come up from the ground.
After weighing the pros and cons in his heart, Oliver finally reluctantly nodded.
"I hope you keep your word."
With a little more help, their progress will be faster. If possible, he didn't want to waste too long here. They walked slowly enough after entering the River Valley Province!
"Of course, I am the most trustworthy person!"
When he said this, Lucius smiled brightly.
he knows. From the moment the man in front of him lowered his head, the group of mutants who stayed on 76th Street were already dead...
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