vrcanaries Chapter 95 Green Channel for Job Change
Chapter 95 Green Channel for Job Change
The little snail untied the knot of the burlap sack, exposing the coarse, white sea salt to the air.
The sound of hammering stopped abruptly.
Sind's hammer stopped in mid-air, his bloodshot old eyes fixed on the bag of salt, looking incredibly greedy.
For those who toil away at blacksmithing year-round, this high-purity salt is more dazzling than gold.
"How much?" Sind asked in a hoarse voice, getting straight to the point.
"Let's barter."
The little snail gave a friendly smile. "One pound of salt can be exchanged for ten pounds of low-grade black steel ingots, plus three pounds of pig iron. Grain is separate; one bag of wheat can be exchanged for two standard-issue weapons."
This is blatant opportunism, but when it comes to survival, even the toughest man has to bow his head.
However, after glancing at the mountain of ore piled up in the warehouse, Sind skipped the haggling and immediately agreed to the deal.
Da Niu and the others immediately unloaded the goods with great excitement. They carried in bags of salt and grain, and in return, they brought out heavy, high-quality black steel.
After loading the steel ingots, the little snail didn't rush to leave. He took out a dozen maple leaf coins, slapped them on the stone table, and made a request that neither the blacksmith nor his apprentice could understand.
"I need another batch of ore samples, not many, just a few kilograms of each."
The little snail opened its notebook and began reciting the menu: "The basic minerals are lithium ore, bronze ore, pure iron and steel, silver ore, gold, amethyst ore, and cinnabar ore."
He turned a page and continued reading: "We also need raw gemstone fragments, such as sapphire, garnet, amethyst, aquamarine, emerald, opal, citrine, and finally some diamond scraps."
Smith wiped his hands with a rag and looked at the little snail with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.
On this plateau, aside from iron and black steel that can be used to forge weapons, the other shiny stones are completely inedible and unusable—pure waste. These outsiders actually spent money to buy this junk?
He had no idea that these worthless stones, which the natives considered worthless, would become invaluable treasures for Elliott and Lynn to advance their materials science skills once they were brought back to the abandoned city.
Smith, too lazy to ask any more questions, quickly packed up the colorful slag and threw it into the wheelbarrow.
The first salt and iron transaction has come to a perfect conclusion.
The convoy, loaded with the foundations of heavy industry, stopped in front of the tribe's tallest building.
This is the power center for all melee classes to advance their ranks. The martial arts instructor sits cross-legged in the center of the hall, his expression solemn.
Da Niu, Wang Liang, and the others involuntarily straightened their backs. These job change mentors were like gods in online games; a single word or a single task could make you run yourself ragged.
Sure enough, the martial arts instructor opened his eyes and sized up the group of outsiders whose physiques were decent.
"To earn the glory of a warrior, you must be baptized in blood. Go to the Gobi Desert and bring back the bark of fifty Black Axe Wood Spirits to prove your courage..."
"coach."
The little snail stepped forward and rudely interrupted the instructor's solemn speech.
He turned around and raised his finger.
Da Niu cleverly pushed the remaining half cart of coarse salt and two large bags of wheat to the very center of the main hall.
The martial arts coach frowned, but his gaze was involuntarily drawn to the supplies.
"Our territory is far from here. Fifty Black Axe Wood Demons, this is too much of a chore."
The little snail looked at its high-ranking mentor, whose tone was calm yet extremely tempting.
"As long as my brothers can obtain their soldier certificates and become combat-ready as quickly as possible, I guarantee a continuous supply of salt and grain from Pearl Harbor to here. Everyone's time is precious."
The little snail pointed to the half-load of strategic supplies.
"Could you do us a favor and simplify the process? We could just do a group assessment."
The atmosphere in the main hall was somewhat awkward.
Da Niu and Wang Liang, watching from behind, were sweating bullets. This was a job change mentor! Who openly bribes an NPC with salt and wheat to ask for a fast track?
If this triggers any penalty mechanism that causes a sharp drop in favorability, all their efforts will have been in vain.
The martial arts coach stared at the little snail and remained silent for a full half minute.
Winter is approaching on the plateau. Glory is indeed important, but the young warriors in the tribe, whose limbs are weak due to lack of salt, need the supplies to survive even more.
The pressure to survive crushed all dogma.
"You do possess incredible courage," the martial arts instructor said in a deep voice, his tone taking a complete 180-degree turn. "The trials of warriors are not static. Go outside to the wooden stakes and each of you swing your sword one hundred times. If you pass the test, you will be eligible for a job advancement and the corresponding skills."
Become!
Da Niu, Wang Liang, and the others were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped.
The grueling monster-hunting and loot-dropping quests in traditional online games have actually been reduced to a mere formality of chopping down a hundred wooden stakes, all thanks to a few bags of salt?
Their expressions changed completely as they watched the little snail handing over supplies to its mentor.
It was a deep sense of awe towards top-tier players.
You truly deserve to be the group admin!
By using Earth's business logic to carve out a VIP group-buying channel within the rules of another world, Little Snail's prestige among the second closed beta test players reached godlike status at this moment.
At the same time, an abandoned urban stronghold.
Lynn stood in front of the workbench, watching Elliott carefully clean several rusty scrap iron plates with the green acid solution in the ceramic jar.
When acid comes into contact with metal, it emits hissing white smoke.
"This scrap iron has too many impurities. Even with forced rust removal, we can't make good rifling." Elliott sighed as he worked, wearing heavy gloves. "Boss, the sea breezes at Pearl Harbor are too corrosive. We need really good steel."
"It will happen," Lynn said with certainty, looking at the flickering candlelight.
Judging by the time, the little snail's caravan should have already received that batch of black steel. The industrial gears of Treasure Island are finally about to mesh their first link.
Moreover, something even more important is about to happen.
Lynn glanced at the time panel in the corner of his vision, a panel that only he could see.
There are less than ten hours left until 8 a.m. tomorrow, which is 8 p.m. in the real world.
This time he was more discerning and determined not to let a single one slip through the net.
Lynn opened the system in her mind and checked the application forms and resumes one by one.
Claiming to be the King of Fighters? Good grief, another one with endless resurrections, huh? Snap out of it, I need hard work, not just empty talk.
College students, guaranteed to be online for ten hours a day? On social media, these kinds of college students are the most useful; give them a few Maple Leaf Coins and they can grind all day.
Are they construction workers in real life? Experienced bricklayers? Top-notch skills, they're granted special approval.
Lynn's pen kept moving across his mind, specifically picking out those players with labels like "civil engineering," "mechanical engineering," or "agriculture," or those who swore they were particularly hardworking.
One hundred brand-new VR glasses have been located on Earth according to this manually selected list and are ready for delivery.
One hundred plump, cheap laborers are about to arrive on this island, and the true fourth catastrophe is just beginning.