The first guard team in the Adventure Map "Neon City" has been tirelessly toiling for 48 hours, reaching their limits, and even cola is barely keeping them going.
When he looked in the mirror after taking a shower, he saw his eyes were filled with red veins.
It’s ti to sleep.
Tonight, the second guard team is on night watch. Part of the second team’s mbers are maintaining order in the following carriages, while the others left the No. 7 Guard Carriage with Zhang Dai when he was showering and started patrolling around the train.
At this mont, inside the No. 7 Guard Carriage.
Only his team mbers and the team three mbers were there, chatting away happily.
...
"Biao!"
Zhang Qi, upon seeing Biaozi, hurriedly stood up, a bit anxious, saying, "I was just explaining the value of my clothes to the captain of team three, but it feels a bit hard to describe just by saying a million points. He seems to not quite understand the concept."
"Co, let tell you."
Biaozi sat down with a laugh, pointed to Zhang Qi’s clothes, and said, "These identity clothes are worth 1.5 million points, and a Map Chip is 50,000 points, which is equivalent to 30 Map Chips."
"If you clear a Map Chip on both normal and extre difficulty, it can increase your comprehensive physical fitness by 2.1."
"Thirty Map Chips add up to 63 in comprehensive physical fitness."
"Imagine what it ans to have an additional 63 points in comprehensive physical fitness. Even Zhang Yi and the others have just over 20 points, which is already impressive. If you guys had over sixty points, you’d be superhuman!"
"The kind who could punch through a load-bearing wall."
"In the era of cold weapons, even Lu Bu would have to call you big brother if he saw you."
"This—"
"is the value of this piece of clothing."
"...Ah?" The captain of the third team slowly opened his mouth in disbelief, pointing at the clothes on Zhang Qi, unable to resist standing up, his delicate face looking almost ferocious for a mont.
"You traded sothing so precious for just a piece of clothing???
"And... and..."
The captain of the third team looked at the logos on the first team mbers’ clothes, confusion flashing in his eyes: "Could it be that their clothes are worth this much too?"
"Has the train developed to the point of such luxury already?"
"My Leech cha has only shot a few rounds so far, I’m really reluctant to use it. The energy consumption is so fast. How co I’m still living such a rough life while you guys are already indulging in such luxury? Even Master Mang didn’t tell the train’s developed so quickly!"
"Sit down, sit down, don’t rush."
Biaozi chuckled and said, "This is a long story. These clothes are indeed worth that price, belonging to the top luxury brands of the chanical Civilization, but they can’t be exchanged for money, although they can be taken with us. We’ve packed them all, and later you can choose a few pieces."
"So what effects do these clothes have? Lock temperature? Built-in space?"
"None of those."
"None?"
"None."
"What does having none an?"
"What you ntioned, none of that. These are just clothes, like those from the ’Clothing Customization Production Line’ made from 500 units of iron ore, but the fabric and craftsmanship are really nice."
"No special effects, and they can sell for this price?"
"Of course, it’s expensive precisely because it’s useless, hence it’s called top luxury. If it were useful and expensive, wouldn’t it beco a household item? The rich enjoy the feeling of spending money on pointless things. The more useless the thing, the more they want to buy it."
"That feels worse than my combat suit."
"Indeed, it’s not as good as a combat suit, but you can use it to show off on ordinary days."
"But..." The captain of the third team pointed at the logo on the clothes: "You can’t explain the origin and price of these clothes to everyone you et, can you? This isn’t so chanical Civilization place, there aren’t many who recognize this logo."
"Hmm... that’s true."
Biaozi scratched the back of his head; one key feature of luxury goods is recognizability. Without any recognizability, it seems to lose the aning of luxury goods: "No matter, keep them for now. Maybe when we enter advanced areas and et people from the chanical Civilization, it’ll spread and scare the hell out of them, won’t it?"
"Think about it, even our train guards are dressed in top luxury. Wouldn’t the sight of Master Mang make the chanical Civilization folks weak at the knees?"
"Makes sense." The captain of the third team said with so emotion: "You guys worked hard this ti, I’ve heard Zhang Qi talk about it."
"Actually, it wasn’t that hard." Biaozi replied cheerfully.
"..."
The captain of the third team retorted angrily: "I an your kidneys had it tough, damn it, this is the end of the world, why can you still have parties? Does that fit the doomsday atmosphere?"
"Doomsday Party, now doesn’t that sound like it fits the doomsday atmosphere?"
"So adding a prefix just makes it count? Then if we add doomsday to the train, wouldn’t it..."
"Doomsday Train, right?" Biaozi laughed again: "How fitting for a doomsday vibe, doesn’t Mountain Cat have a Doomsday Marriage Certificate? And a little heart tattoo on the back of their hand."
"Hey, right, where’s Mountain Cat, I haven’t asked him if anything special ca out of that heart tattoo yet."
"He went back early to warm up with his wife."
"Next ti, I want to go too."
"You can’t, only trusted inner circle mbers have the right to act with Master Mang, you’re still a bit lacking in seniority, let’s not talk about anything else, you haven’t really made a great contribution..."
"I haven’t had the opportunity to make a contribution either."
"You need to find opportunities yourself, back in the ’Kunlun Mountain’ area, in that valley, you all crushed the train tickets and went back, wasn’t I the only one who jumped down?"
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