This Game Is Too Realistic

Holding the application form in her hand, her face flushed, speaking nervously before she could catch her breath.

"Can I open a tailor's shop? 48 square meters is enough, if not, 40 square meters would also do."

"Give me the application."

Chu Guang accepted the written application from Teng Teng's hands, gave a cursory glance, and then kept the application.

"Approved!"

"For industrial land applications approved before noon, the approved land will be centrally allocated in the evening. Please prepare the materials and tools needed for construction at that time."

Construction may be an exaggerated term.

At present, the building materials for the outpost were still a bit expensive, and it was not easy to build a house.

So the players who got the land would most likely build a small stall with wood, which was essentially no different from their previous working environment.

Having said that, Teng Teng was still very happy after upgrading from a worker to being self-employed. She jumped up excitedly holding her small fist.

"Yeah!! Nice!"

Looking at Teng Teng, who still couldn't reach his height even when jumping, Chu Guang smiled in his heart, but his face was still calm.

Happy?

Haha, it's too early to be happy!

After opening a tailor shop, the clothes and protective gear made could indeed be sold on their own. Whether they were sold to warehouses or to players, all the money earned would belong to them. However, those good-quality furs in the warehouse wouldn't be bought for free.

The current price of a complete deerskin in the warehouse was 6~8 silver coins. It would increase a little after winter, but not by too much. There would be no problem in making 2~3 pieces of clothing.

After completing the order of the NPC warehouse, the profit of a piece of clothing was about 2~3 silver coins. Chu Guang would take the initiative to adjust this number, so that the player's income from the NPC would not overflow too much, which would affect the balance of the game.

As for selling to players, it didn't matter.

The competition in the market would naturally balance out a reasonable price. Beautiful clothes will always be in high demand, so a higher profit is reasonable. However, the players' spending power and the total market are not big, so how much players can sell depends on their abilities.

In short, the losses and profits they generate are now their own responsibility!

But no matter what, opening a shop always seemed more profitable than working for someone else.

In addition to Teng Teng's tailor shop, Brother Scrambled Egg's butcher shop was also approved.

After thinking about it, the slaughter industry belongs to food processing, and food processing is probably a light industry? So there is nothing wrong with putting it in an industrial area.

In short, the wise administrator hesitated for a while, and finally nodded his head under the gaze of Brother Scrambled Egg's expectant eyes.

In any case, the butcher stall was at least a little more reliable than the barbecue stall.

However, after the winter, there would not be that much prey. The busiest period in the slaughter industry had passed. So is it really more profitable to manage alone than work for the NPC at this time?

Chu Guang didn't understand it.

But since Chu Guang didn't need to pay for it, he didn't bother to worry about these players.

In less than half an hour, Chu Guang checked all the applications and returned the unqualified ones without mercy, leaving only the reliable ones.

This included a tailor shop with a size of 6x8m, a butcher shop with a size of 6x8m, and a steelmaking workshop with a size of 20x10m, ending up with a total of 298 square meters.

What surprised Chu Guang was Brother Mosquito.

He thought this guy would open a wood workshop, but he didn't expect him to put [Goblin Technology] in the item column of the application form, and even write [chemicals] in the scope of business.

"Your application cannot be approved. You can't just write 'chemicals'. You have to specify the specific production project, such as which chemical product you want to produce and its use. All of that information must be written on it."

Mosquito scratched his head and thought for a moment before saying.

"Then can I change it to weapon manufacturing? And I'm producing its raw materials as well."

Chu Guang thought for a while, but couldn't fault it.

"You can, but you have to provide at least one product and make sure it can be used normally, and… have a willing customer. Then you can use it as your main product. If there are new products later, you just need to register them with my assistant. I need to make sure that every piece of industrial land I approve is being used for something that will benefit the shelter. Do you understand what I mean?"

Mosquito nodded repeatedly.

"Understood! Hehe, I will rewrite it!"

‘I hope this guy really understands what I mean.’

Chu Guang didn't object to him doing some strange experiments, but he still hoped that he would not do something ridiculous and affect other players.

There were orders for gunpowder and smokeless gunpowder on the order wall of the warehouse, and the weapons store also had some orders for homemade grenades and Molotov cocktails.

These would not require much creativity, and they were all very profitable.

As for woodworking.

It's not particularly lacking now.

At least five of the newly added players were knowledgeable about carpentry, and the job vacancies left by him didn't stay vacant for long.

"His workshop has to be arranged a little further away from the resurrection point."

"I don't want him to blow the nursing home up."

Standing at the nursing home entrance, Chu Guang thought in his heart and noted it down silently.

At this time, snow suddenly fell from the sky.

After a while, the snow fell heavier, and the temperature also dropped a lot.

Although the blue coats of the shelter would change its material properties in cold weather and reduce the heat conduction to keep warm, it couldn't replace the fur coat and thick jacket after all.

Feeling a little cold from the wind blowing on his neck, Chu Guang turned around, planning to go back to the shelter and put on his deerskin coat.

However, at this moment, there was a commotion in the direction of the west gate of the outpost.

Then he saw a fishing player, carrying a plastic bucket and a homemade fishing rod running against the heavy snow, yelling in terror.

"Crab!"

"Crabs are eating people!"

The player was so terrified that he even lost his shoes while running.