Although Lin Miao had mentioned in advance that a shipment would arrive today, the players were still full of enthusiasm, crowding in front of the convoy and pointing at the NPCs.
"Sorry to make a fool of myself, Mr. Charles, this place is definitely not as good as Night City."
"Ah... no..." Charles opened his mouth, but didn’t know what to say.
The people in front of him seemed mentally ill.
Charles was quite certain of this.
This group of people surrounded the convoy with an excitement akin to Wildmen who hadn’t seen the world, trying to touch them with their hands.
But it wasn’t that kind of vibe.
More like... visitors at a zoo greeting the beasts inside...
Are these corporate slaves?
When a Meta Group employee was provoked by the players and even drew a gun at them, instead of fear, the players became even more excited.
Muttering incomprehensible dialects, needing a translator to barely understand.
’Holy crap, they’re pointing a gun at me! Looks kinda badass, huh?’
’Be careful, what if you piss them off and they don’t like us anymore?’
’What do you think would happen if I went over and pulled down their pants?’
’You’ll get killed by the boss, I bet.’
Who the hell would like you!
Can’t you guys discuss these things in a place I can’t hear?
Loudly conspiring, huh!
Even pulling down my pants?
This group is freaking insane!
What kind of ridiculous corporation is this?
They’re dressed up like humans, but talk like lunatics?
Meta Group was originally one of the Wanderer settlements, mostly composed of old soldiers from the Central American wars, but the form and style of the group leans more towards a corporation.
Charles had no ill feelings towards someone like Lin Miao, who was honestly developing industry in Evil Land without trickery.
But this group was more akin to addicts in delirium than Wanderers.
Until Lin Miao glared at the players, they finally dismissed the idea of stopping an NPC and playing.
Lin Miao could only helplessly say, "I’m sorry, Mr. Charles, my folks are quite jumpy, but they’re all good people."
Good people openly discussing pulling down others’ pants, right?
But polite behavior should be reciprocated, and the players hadn’t done anything too outrageous, so Charles just smiled and said nothing.
The factory area was already marked out in advance, located on the right side of the office, roughly four hundred square meters, with a welded closed shed made of steel and composite panels.
The dust in Evil Land would interfere with high-precision machining on the lathes.
Under Lin Miao’s command, the players began helping to transport and assemble two lathes in the shed, although their minds were always wandering, they worked diligently.
Even Charles, who thought these lunatics might cause trouble, was somewhat surprised. Though their minds seemed abnormal, they seemed to be somewhat culturally educated, understanding most of what he said.
If they didn’t understand, they just asked others to figure it out.
Some subtleties began to manifest in the players, this group... unlike Wanderers, and not like addicts.
But not like the people of Night City.
There was a strange aura about the players that Charles couldn’t quite describe, which made him a bit uneasy.
"Oh~~ I get it now." Listening to Charles explain the CNC programming, Mantou suddenly understood, "Isn’t this the code start M43 for controlling spindle motor power..."
Charles frowned, he’d never heard of M43, the current programming for motor code starts was always S.
"It’s fine, it’s fine, keep talking, I’m listening."
Mantou felt that discussing the differences between game settings and reality with an NPC wasn’t meaningful, better to quickly understand the coding setup.
Even a master’s student in mechanical engineering rarely gets a chance to handle a "mother machine" micron-level five-axis CNC machine.
According to this NPC named Charles, the repeat accuracy of the machine could reach 1-2 microns, practically keeping up with international leaders.
Yet this was just smuggled obsolete goods, comparable to a four-axis machine in reality.
It’s only a game, everything’s exaggerated in 2075.
If you could buy these on the black market, Mantou wouldn’t be the only one blowing things up; if you have the money, her dad could buy as many as you want.
Forget price, even at two million each, there’d be plenty of people chasing them.
This was Lucy’s first proper entry into the office. Last time she had only observed from afar, and compared to what she saw then.
The office before her was clearly more complete now.
Converted from a gas station to an oil storage station, separate storage warehouse, processing shop, prosthetic storage, employee dormitory, generator set, shooting range...
Players even built a basketball court around the office.
In the game as time is limited and the limit for the Dream Machine ran out, players occasionally played basketball for leisure.
Initially, they used a broken basketball picked up from a junkyard, patched it up with air, then Lin Miao bought several new ones to put in the shop for the players.
But now they had no mood for basketball, except those helping with the assembly, the rest crowded by the windows on the second floor, watching Lucy and Lin Miao on the balcony.
Water Moon Cave Heaven: "Ah! It’s a white-haired beauty, I’m dead, I’m dead!!!!"
Red Barrel: "I remember her, isn’t she the female hacker who worked with the boss last time? But unfortunately she stayed in the car, I died before getting close for a second glance."
Big Shot: "Is she really pretty? I feel like she’s just average... DVA seems prettier to me..."
Potato: "You still can’t forget her~~"
Brother Dao: "There’s a kind of cold beauty, but honestly speaking, she’s not as stunning as Tifa to me, even if it’s short-haired white hair, compared to 2B she’s slightly inferior in figure and demeanor, I’d rate her 8.5."
Wildman: "How does she compare to our hacker?"
Everyone glanced at Pandora, who was also peeking through the glass, then looked at Lucy.
Apparently, profession and figure aren’t related.
Enduring immense malice, Pandora silently gave each of these idiots a headbutt, knocking them all to the ground.