My Players Are So Fierce

1111: 376.

Making cement?

Isn’t that just about having hands?_2

1111: 376.

Making cement?

Isn’t that just about having hands?_2

“Don’t ask too many questions, just tell me if you can design a printing machine for mass-producing these ‘scratch cards’ for us, okay?”

“Of course I can, it’s not difficult at all.”

Ellen snorted and said,

“Not only can I design it, I can also incorporate a mechanical logic for randomizing the distribution of patterns, even setting the probability of hitting the jackpot based on how greedy you guys are.

I just need two Calculating Pearls as the computational core to achieve this feature.

But after it’s built, it will be very sophisticated yet incredibly heavy, so you’ll need to find a place to store it.”

“Excellent, that’s exactly what I want to hear!

Then, I’ll leave the machine to you.”

Doris said softly,

“Can you get it done within five days?

Please understand, my ‘partners’ are not willing to waste more time, and this is the moment for us to show our strength.

I urgently need us to produce a physical product as soon as possible.”

“If the timeline is that tight, then special measures must be taken…I can do it if I modify the typewriter I carry with me, but it’ll cost extra!”

Count Snowlun said with a lion’s mouth,

“The base price is 100 Gold Coins, and I can finish it in three days.

However, cutting down the working hours means I’ll have to pull all-nighters.

I heard a great term from Sir Morphy, it’s called ‘labor cost’.

As the noble Count Cico, I have to put my mind and effort into making this harmful thing for you, and it pricks my conscience, so I’ll charge 300 Gold Coins!

Maybe that will ease the torment of my conscience a bit…”

“But you’re a Vampire!

Working through the night is not a pressure for you, it’s a benefit…”

Doris retorted,

“I know you, as Count Cico, need to raise funds for the reconstruction of your territory, and I also know you have pushed your craftsmanship to the extreme, making exquisite firearms and then selling them to those brash Warriors at ten times the price.

You’re taking advantage of the warriors from Another World with their lack of insight!

But I am a local, Count Snowlun, you don’t need to be so ruthless with your pricing, right?”

“Alright then, I’ll give you a discount.”

Count Snowlun smiled like a fox that had stolen a chicken, and, covering her mouth, said,

“250 Gold Coins, that’s the least I can do.

This is only because we have a bit of a rapport.

If you want more of the same type of machine later, it’ll be 300 each, non-negotiable.”

“Deal!”

Doris grimly took a pouch of Spiritual Energy out of her psychic package and threw it to the little “Vampire” before her.

She didn’t linger long and soon left Ellen’s carriage.

She still had to go report to her boss, Lady Adel, about this matter to get a feel for her and Sir Morphy’s attitudes.

Although the Blood Rat Gang has the important task of earning operational funds for the Shadow Intelligence Bureau, the nature of the task Doris was undertaking was quite different from running a betting shop in a fighting club.

She must get approval and a writ from her superiors before taking action, so if something went wrong later, she would have someone to “take the blame”.

Always carve out a retreat for oneself!

That’s the survival philosophy of Doris, which is exactly what has allowed her to thrive, despite being hunted by mysterious forces, and proves that her survival strategies are right.

—

The 3.0 version update came on Friday, and two days later was the weekend, just when the Development Team had promised to release a batch of game equipment every week.

Today, the quota was small, only 50 units, but it was enough to stir up the forum.

Currently, the number of members of the Appetite Relief Party on the forum had surged to 1,500, largely due to the success of the RP Party, a unique gaming community in Transylvania.

With their territory, they managed to recruit more like-minded people from their “little tavern”.

The remaining rapid Growth came from the dissemination of Dasaen’s community-made promotional CG, which had been pulled from circulation halfway, spreading covertly across various groups.

As an uploader, Sen was already filling the new groups of a thousand members he had created over the past few days, and he was in the process of establishing more.

Of course, he was aware that the followers attracted in this way were a mixed bag and needed some ‘purification’.

If he let in gamers through his channel who caused trouble, he would be subject to ‘administrative penalties’.

With a regular game, he wouldn’t mind taking that risk, since at worst a GM would kick him out of the game.

However, the unique game mode of “Real Different World” put a lot of pressure on Sen.

Although he didn’t own much ‘property’ in the game at the moment, he truly couldn’t leave this land he had invested so much in.

All in all, everything was progressing steadily and for the better, except that among the 50 players entering the game this time, there was one special case.

Meng HaHa didn’t rush to log in during the first wave of new players into “Real Different World”; she dawdled and waited half an hour before making her “fashionably late” entrance.

This somewhat irritated Sister Pomegranate, waiting for her at the doors of the Midnight Room, as she remembered her friend as someone who wouldn’t casually be late.

“Sorry, I overslept.”

In the game, Mengha was as leisurely as in reality, ambling out like a dawdling old man, looking around curiously as if everything was new to him.

Maybe it was the absence of glasses on her nose that she wasn’t quite accustomed to; she kept subconsciously touching her nose while chuckling and walked hand in hand with Sister Pomegranate toward the corridor outside.