Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 973 - 314: Sugar Rush! (3)

Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 973 - 314: Sugar Rush! (3)

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At that time, a clean ocean in a limited area will once again appear before humankind, and the wealthy from all over will undoubtedly flock there. Casinos, piston engine servants, Mewtwo experiences, seafood dining... the entire Taiping Continent will definitely transform into a money-printing machine, with cash flowing in.

Most importantly, this project itself will drive a large amount of local economic development.

In Europe, although there are areas where large sums are spent to maintain clean water zones, they are not open to the public.

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Just the supermassive crane, labeled with the Military Technology logo that Red Barrel saw, weighs an astonishing 5,000 tons, shipped all the way from Wyoming, with a total of four units. Military Technology used over two hundred semi-trailers, and just the shipping costs exceeded 500,000 Orokin.

"Oh dear, it's just a game setting; the developers can fill in however they want."

Brother Ni, playing the role of a gray warrior, didn't care.

"The game background even dares to flatten the peak of Mount Kilimanjaro in the two-thousands, build a dozen-kilometer-long electromagnetic rail track, and launch a spaceship to the moon. Why fuss over enclosing a lake?"

"You don't understand."

Although they are just civil engineers, they do have the power to change the human ecological environment.

For the first time, Red Barrel deeply reflected on the significance of his work, and for the first time, felt a sense of pride.

Of course, the most important thing is the generous reward.

After all, the slaves who built the Great Wall certainly weren't proud of its grandeur. They only wished they could smash the overseers with their hoes.

The realization of all self-ideals can only be achieved on the basis of fulfilling material desires.

With a low salary, even if you ask me to build a Babel Tower, I'd just treat it like making mud pies and messing around.

"By the way, why is it just you here, where's the Giant?"

After daydreaming, Red Barrel couldn't help asking.

"Isn't he speeding somewhere again?"

"He's busy with the water treatment plant project."

Brother Ni replied cheerfully.

"His aquaculture permit has been approved, just waiting for the water plant to be built. Then the company will allocate a piece of land specifically for large-scale seafood farming, such as crabs, lobsters, caviar, cod, and a bunch of others. By then, Taiping Continent's seafood dining might just be monopolized by us."

"He's also planning to set up a fishing ground for those wealthy folks to fish."

The players' industries are often not monopolized by one person or a small group because the funds involved in these large industries are too large for a few or even dozens of players to bear, even if they are using the digital currency issued by Lin Miao.

So, for ventures like the Giant's farm, Jianxue's ever-expanding chemical factory, and Super Earth's military factory, nearly every player's money is pooled as shares, with everyone getting a piece. Once they gather the required amount, Lin Miao tops off the rest.

Players chip in to invest in industries, produce goods for themselves to consume, and the money spent somehow circles back into their pockets, continuing the cycle of consumption and expansion, thus completing rounds of industrial reproduction.

"Isn't this nonsense?"

Red Barrel shook his head.

"Going to a tourist area to fish, I really can't understand what he's thinking."

"Let's eat first, and talk after we finish eating."

He picked up a pie from the mobile food cart and handed it to Brother Ni, who, without looking closely, unwrapped it and stuffed it into his mouth.

With a bite, the scorching hot syrup burst out from the cracked crust, exploding as a flavor bomb in Brother Ni's mouth.

Seeing Brother Ni's change of expression, Red Barrel realized he had given him the NPC worker's lunch.

Due to Night City's economic boost, the lower class, under the promotion of Horizon Corporation, began once again exploring the food industry.

However... Lord Dong and the Americans have different taste buds.

Even after all these years, the people on the North American continent still have the tendency to shove loads of sugar into their mouths, almost akin to eating white sugar raw.

For instance, V's favorite Bon Bon Monkey is excessively sweet, which is for providing maximum energy to the body for the least cost and also because prosthetic bodies require more energy than flesh, thus increasing the demand for sugar in this era.

At first, when players were eating burritos, they didn't notice much, but after immersing themselves in Night City, the excessive sugar intake became hard to accept. This is why a cop wants to open a teahouse for the players, and the Republic East Road food stalls are also adjusting their menus according to the players' dietary habits.

Besides these two places, even in the central cafeteria prepared for employees by Horizon Corporation, the chefs develop recipes with excessive sweetness in mind.

They use various jam flavors reproduced by players, chocolate sauces, and fruits from the ever-expanding hydroponics centers. A heap of dishes, ridiculously sweet, are placed on plates and served on employees' tables and further onto the tables of Night City's citizens.

Even meat and vegetable dishes with little added sugar are caloric bombs comparable to Tuozi meats.

In comparison, the initial chocolate wrapped in meat seemed mild.

The situation escalated to the point where most players could no longer tolerate sitting at the same table as the NPCs of Night City. Hence, the diet of both parties diverged, with the players ordering takeout from Kowloon Ice Room. Only in a few meaty dish recipes could NPCs and players find common ground.

No wonder Brother Ni made that face when he popped the NPC's meal into his mouth.

"Water! I need water!"

Brother Ni, mouth agape and tongue outstretched, vigorously tried to expel the intense sugary syrup devastating his taste buds.

Eating too much sugar can be more unbearable than eating raw bitter gourd.

Watching Brother Ni's antics, the surrounding players burst into laughter, making the construction site lively because of their presence.

(Fun fact: the gooey-sweet Snickers in our country is a low-sugar special version)

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