Volume 8: The Road to the Ancient Dragon Chapter 461 Daily Life of a Bricklayer Player
Jianke Wushuang calmly looked at several giant deer foraging on the snow slope in front of him. He hid behind a bush covered with snow, with his whole body half buried in the snow. His pet snow leopard lay beside him. The man and his pet maintained this posture for more than ten minutes, almost blending into the surrounding snow.
The snow leopard looked at its owner curiously, as if it was eager to catch the prey so close to it, and seemed to be wondering what they were waiting for. The Unparalleled Archer touched the snow leopard's head soothingly, but the Unparalleled Archer was not in a hurry to make a move, as he had another prey.
Suddenly, a giant deer grazing on moss pricked up its ears alertly.
Here we come!
The unrivaled archer suddenly felt a bit of anticipation.
The next second, a giant wolf with a silver body suddenly jumped out from the snow.
The bighorn deer immediately scattered like birds and beasts, and the giant wolf locked onto one of them without hesitation. With a "wild pounce" and a "throat lock and bite", it knocked the bighorn deer to the ground.
Just as the Frostwolf was biting the giant elk, the unrivaled archer shot an arrow with all his might. The snow leopard rushed out, turned into a shadow, and pounced on the giant wolf.
One minute later——
Looking at the corpse of the Frost Wolf on the ground, Archer Wushuang exhaled a breath of cold air with joy. Now he had a source of spare ribs for today.
Jianke Wushuang is a brick-moving guy. For him, playing games is not just entertainment, but also a job.
In fact, he was just an ordinary player three months ago. At that time, he had not been fired from his previous job and had a fixed income of more than 10,000 yuan every month. Therefore, he actually looked down on the behavior of making money in the game.
Of course we play games for fun, but it would be meaningless if we talk about money.
Even though he found out that the gold coins in the game could be sold for money, he still held back and maintained the style of a normal player.
However, the hunter profession generally does not cost much, because there are pets as meat shields, and leveling and killing monsters can save a lot of money on medicine. He also has some skills. After playing for almost a year, he has saved up several thousand gold coins.
Just when he was hesitating whether to use the money to buy an epic bow or learn some extraordinary fighting skills, his company went bankrupt.
Without a job, his savings became increasingly scarce, and it was hard to find a job. Jianke Wushuang had no choice but to sell the few thousand gold coins he had saved in his bag for tens of thousands of dollars.
In the next few months, he looked for a job while earning gold coins in the game. Although he didn't find a job, he discovered that playing this game was actually quite profitable.
Especially after losing my job, I spend the whole day playing games.
There are many players like him in the game, who know some game skills and are willing to work hard. A gaming helmet worth 80,000 yuan is not a small amount, and those who can afford it have some savings.
But money is hard to make these days, so even if it's just playing games, I'll never miss the chance to make some extra money.
This is what the so-called sparerib party is like.
After the initial happiness, Jianke Wushuang soon discovered the business opportunities in the game, and the gold coins in this game were very strong.
I happened to be fired from my real job, so I just became a professional gamer.
I have completely become a brick-moving player.
Jianke Wushuang had no interest in participating in the story campaign. Adventurers were basically cannon fodder in the story campaign. Occasionally, they would defeat a story BOSS, and the few pieces of equipment that dropped would be scrambled for by countless people. An individual player like him had no chance of getting them.
He also didn't like playing dungeons. The dungeons in this game were quite difficult, and there was a chance that equipment would drop when an adventurer died, which consumed a lot of resources.
The only thing he was good at was jungle farming, or more precisely, hunting wild beasts and selling their skins for money.
I used the skinning skill on the Frostwolf's corpse, and soon a Frostwolf fur appeared in my backpack. This thing was blue quality leather, worth at least ten gold coins, which is one hundred yuan.
Looking at the three pieces of Frostwolf leather in his backpack, Archer Wushuang nodded with satisfaction. Three hundred yuan a day, rounded off to over ten thousand yuan a month.
In the past, he made a living by collecting snowman furs. The quantity was large and the price was low, with each fur worth less than half a gold coin. Ever since the Frostwolf Tribe moved into the Alterac Mountains and was defeated by the Alterac/Lordaeron coalition, the Frostwolf, a specialty of the Alterac Mountains, has appeared.
Instead, it gave these brick-moving people a wave of benefits.
Seeing that it was getting late, Jianke Wushuang chose to return to the city.
Walking on the streets of Alterac, Archer Wushuang was eager to return home. Ordinary fur shops purchased furs at a very low price, but he knew a dwarf black market merchant who would give a high price.
Today, the streets of Alterac City are a little more bustling than usual.
Those NPC citizens who usually have little presence gathered in groups on the streets.
What's going on? Jian Ke Wushuang wondered.
I saw a young pastor in a white robe in the crowd, preaching something loudly to the crowd.
Holy Light Preacher: “Gentlemen, ladies, citizens, please come to me and listen to what I have to say - the sacred golden tree has been born. Those who bathe in the light of the sacred golden tree will never have to worry about hunger and pain. Their diseases will be cured, their hearts will be cleansed, all good things will be realized, and all misfortunes will go away.
Although the light of the golden tree has not yet reached here, as long as you pray devoutly to the holy light, you will be saved sooner or later.
Citizens, believe in the Holy Light, it is your only path to salvation.
A terrible disaster is about to come, a horrific disaster that will sweep away everything. Darkness will cover this world for a thousand years, but don’t be afraid, as long as you believe in the Holy Light, you can avoid this disaster..."
Damn, it turns out he’s a missionary.
After looking at it for a while, the Unparalleled Archer felt that it was uninteresting. What was the Thousand Years of Darkness? Didn’t he check the game information?
The adventurers watching the fun around all looked nonchalant, except for a few priest players, who probably accepted missions from the church, who shouted loudly to help.
Mr. Dade (Pastor): "Believe in the Holy Light, believe in the Holy Light, the freshly baked Holy Light, come and see it even if you don't believe it."
Son of Light (Priest): "Believe in the Holy Light and you will have eternal life. Believe in the Holy Light and you will make a lot of money. As long as you believe in the Holy Light, your waist and legs will not ache, and you can eat two more bowls of rice."
As for those NPCs, from time to time, a golden , which was a sign of being successfully fooled.
Jianke Wushuang shook his head. He was too lazy to get involved in such an emergency. Shipping the goods was more important.
However, after walking a short distance, they saw another group of people, also a group of citizens, surrounding an NPC who was shouting loudly.
It’s actually a yellow-named unit.
Storm Dragon Preacher: "Ladies and gentlemen, citizens, this world is about to be eroded by evil. Four terrible disasters will come one after another, and countless demons and ghosts will bring endless disasters to this world.
Eventually, there will be a storm that destroys everything, a world-destroying disaster summoned by the Storm Dragon.
This doomsday storm will completely destroy all life in this world, purify all filth and evil, and allow the world to be reborn.
At that time, only those who believe in the Storm Dragon will be able to survive the storm and embrace a better life in the new world.
Believe in the Storm Dragon, that is your only way to salvation..."
What is going on? What is going on today? Are all the major churches here to solicit customers?
He shook his head and quickened his pace.
Ten minutes later, he arrived at the fur shop.
Throwing three Frostwolf furs on the table, Archer Wushuang waited for the other party to estimate their price.
The bearded dwarf merchant picked up the fur and looked at it.
Barin (black market merchant): "Nice leather - eight gold coins."
Archer Wushuang (Hunter): "What? Are you kidding? I gave you ten gold coins yesterday."
The dwarf shrugged. "You also said it was yesterday. The price of fur fluctuates. It's impossible to always keep it at a high price. Eight gold coins are not a small amount. If you are not satisfied, you can put it up at the auction house, or sell it to a fur shop and see if you can get eight gold coins. I tell you, this is a good price."
The Archer Wushuang looked at the dwarf merchant in front of him with great anger. Dwarves have always been known for their simplicity and honesty, but the dwarf with a mustache in front of him was extremely cunning and always found excuses to lower the price.
This made Jianke Wushuang very suspicious that this guy was a player in disguise.
"Why is the price fluctuating so much? There must be some reason. Are you kidding me?"
"By Odin, you may not insult the integrity of a dwarf."
The dwarf started to yell as if he had suffered a great injustice.
"You don't know yet, but a ship of adventurers returned from Northrend yesterday, bringing back a large amount of Arctic furs. The furs in Northrend are of higher quality than those in Alterac, and there are more of them. With such a large shipment, the price will of course drop. I advise you to sell them quickly, otherwise the price will drop even more in a few days.
I heard that even the famous Hemet Nesingwary has called a hunting party to go there, and the fur shipments from Northrend will only increase, and the price will be reduced for a long time to come."
Archer Wushuang was stunned for a moment. He had heard about what happened in Northrend. Some time ago, many of the people he knew went to Northrend in groups to hunt, mine and collect materials.
I heard that the monsters in Northrend are of a very high level and can be very dangerous to fight, but anyone who survives will make a lot of money.
He also wanted to go at that time, but he had made a lot of money by farming frost wolf skins before, and no one was competing for the monsters, so he didn't want to leave. He didn't expect it to be like this.
In the end, the Archer Wushuang still sold the three Frostwolf pelts. It was net income anyway, and it was impossible for him to hoard the goods. The brick-moving party has always made as much money as possible.
Looking at the twenty-four gold coins in his hand, Jianke Wushuang sighed. Two hundred and forty yuan, minus the handling fee, would only be around six thousand yuan a month, which would almost use up all of the money after paying off the mortgage. No, he had to increase his income .
He hurriedly sent a private message to a brick-moving guy he knew.
