Chapter 056 Do an experiment
"Mr. Magic, France should be the most enjoyable country in Europe." Seeing that I was a little stunned, Rod explained, "The purpose of their games is more simple, just to pass the boring time. Of course, it's not right to say. When the game was just opened, the French also liked to fight, but generally dozens of people fight one person at the same time, if they meet more players than them. They just ran away."
"What." I was stunned for a moment: "French players... are so backboneless."
"It's just a game. It has nothing to do with backbone, at least they think so." Rod smiled and said, "However, if they bully the less, they are still willing to do it."
"Well, according to what you said... Isn't it desirable for French players?" I'm a little in pain. I thought Davis could pull out a team of tens of thousands of people to help me. Now look... It's no chance,
"It's not really useless." Jardno thought for a moment and said, "The Kyushu Group has fully taken into account the national conditions and player personality characteristics of each country, so it has made some concessions for French players. In view of their relatively developed industry in European history, every French player has an auxiliary profession, [craftsman]."
"Craftsman...he." I have a little egg pain. Isn't that similar to my ** skills?
"Yes, craftsman." Giardno nodded and said, "French craftsmen can make some dexterous gadgets, such as three consecutive machine bows and arrows, such as traps used to limit the player's movement, and bombs that can temporarily lose the player's sight, etc."
"I'll wipe it." I almost jumped up and said, "Then they are not born hidden weapon players."
"Oh, it's really called a hidden weapon in your China." Rod nodded and said, "But as you know in Europe, what we advocate is open and aboveboard battles... Therefore, if they want to use those dirty means, they will be criticized by all-service players. A few months ago, a French player successfully climbed to the fifth throne of the master list with superb technology, no After being whitewashed by our three major organizations, he himself announced that he would no longer play games.
"I poke, the egg hurts." I couldn't help licking my lips. Damn it, the garbage player in the eyes of the European server is a treasure in my brother's eyes. The battlefield is based on the victory or defeat of heroes. Who cares so much?
"We in Spain are quite good, absorbing a lot of French players. As for the other two gangs, they should only have a profit relationship with French players." Giardno said to me again,
"It's to buy the hidden weapon in their hands." I frowned, "Then if they use those things, they will also be looked down upon."
"Mr. Mo, it's not what you understand. Of course, the major forces don't want those gadgets to hire them." Rod explained to me, "What should I say to you about this... I don't know if you have ever played Blizzard's [Warcraft]."
"Ah... Is it a frozen throne? I've played it. It's not very good." I said,
"Just play it." Rod laughed and said, "Then you should know the human race. If there are enough gold coins and five farmers build a building together, the time will be greatly shortened. If twenty farmers build together, maybe the building will be built immediately."
"I seem to understand a little." I swallowed my saliva: "You mean that several French craftsmen can gather together to build things quickly."
"Yes, French craftsmen are very good." Jardno smiled bitterly and said, "The Paradise organization was the last to enter the game, but the Paradise City of the Folded Wings is the most stable. You know why."
"Is it possible that she spent a lot of gold coins and asked French craftsmen to help with the construction defense." I asked,
"No, that's right." Barron also smiled bitterly: "At that time, we thought that the heaven organization was easy to bully, but we didn't expect that people had built countless arrow towers near the city overnight, which made me dazzled."
"Strong, it's too strong." My saliva is about to flow out. If this French craftsman is in the middle service, he will definitely be the object of all major forces, but the European service has become garbage.
"French players were really popular for a while at that time, but with the continuous upgrading of the city, the defense was basically perfect. They are idle now, nothing more than doing something to play by themselves." Rod laughed,
"I have another question... Uh-huh... For example, I want to build [Longwei Artillery]. We Chinese players can learn the pattern of this thing, but French players can't, so they can also build it." I asked with a little excitement,
"Oh, Mr. Mo may not know much about French craftsmanship." Giardno patiently explained to me, "Let's take the Longwei cannon. French players will [copy] this skill before starting work, and then as long as enough materials are prepared, they can build one person, two people, or up to 30 people at the same time. Once you complete the number you set, the copy skill will Disappeared."
"Wh, it's too awesome." I was completely shocked: "Then the French won't learn to make pictures by themselves, and then take them out and sell them. They will definitely make a lot of money."
"Ha ha, French craftsmen can't learn any pictures, because once they learn, mass production of large defensive weapons will destroy the balance of the game." Jardeno laughed and said, "This game regulation is very dead. The system even prohibits them from using this function. However, craftsmen in other countries can do it, but they must build pictures first."
"I see." I stood up from my seat and said, "The last question, if you ask a French player, how much is it?"
Giardeno didn't know why I was so solemn. He hesitated for a moment and said, "The French pay more attention to practical interests... In reality, their average monthly salary is 2,082 euros, which is equivalent to more than 16,000 in China. It's about the same proportion in the game, but it's calculated by the hour."
"Mr. Jardno, I'm not good at math. Just tell me how many gold coins I need to hire a French player, in hours." I said,
"Wait for me to calculate." Giardno bowed his head for a while and said, "At 22 working days a month and 8 hours a day, you have to pay them about 17 dollars per hour, which is converted into your country's RMB... 100 yuan."
"One hundred yuan an hour is higher than the salary of white-collar workers in our country." I grinned,
"If you want to cooperate for a long time, I don't think you will need so much." Giardno didn't know what I was going to do. He smiled and said, "If Mr. Mo needs it, our bullfighting organization can draw 5,000 French players."
"Five thousand... too little." I gritted my teeth,
"Mr. Mo, what the hell are you going to do? Can't you tell your firm allies?" Seeing me pace back and forth in the room, Jardno asked,
"Jardno, haven't you seen it yet?" Barron's eyes are old: "Mr. Mo wants to attract a group of French players to help them build the city, but it seems that the number of French players is too large. Mr. Mo is a little hesitant."
"Yes, yes." Giardno suddenly realized: "Mr. Mo, don't blame me for being hard to hear... The defense built by French players can only be used in the city. If the foreign players have already hit China, I'm afraid that no matter how much defense you have, it's nothing more than delaying their edge, that's all."
"Who said I used it for defense? I want to use it as a big killer." A smile appeared from the corners of his mouth: "Mr. Giardno, Mr. Barron, can you call some French craftsmen to come over for me and prepare some materials for me by the way."
"The French craftsman didn't ask the question. As for the materials, Mr. Mo, let me take a look at the list first." Barron said,
"Of course." I pulled the skill panel and sent out all the materials needed for the wooden armor machine wind eagle.
"Except for moisturizing dew, the rest are low-level materials. We have a lot of them in our warehouse." Jardno glanced at it, told Rod to go down and get ready, and then looked at me puzzledly: "Mr. Mo, what do you want to do?"
"Do an interesting experiment." I laughed,
After waiting for a few minutes, Rod came in with five high-nosed French players, took out a lot of materials from the package, and put them on the ground in different categories: "Mr. Magic, I have brought both people and materials."
"Thank you for your hard work." To Rod smiled, I bought a batch of Runwulu in the mall, and then smiled at a few French people, "I want to ask how I can cooperate with your craftsman's skills."
On the way, Rod probably told them about it, because the Frenchman at the head was also polite: "Mr. Mo, you pull out the skill panel and wait for us to scan."
"OK." I pulled out the wooden armor machine wind eagle skill and made it into a picture book floating in front of them.
"Please wait a moment." The French player activated the craftsman's skill and shot two golden lights in his eyes, just like a modern scan. He scanned inch on my skill panel. After a while, he scanned and the remaining four people shared it separately.
"Mr. Mo, it will take at least 10 minutes for you to complete this thing alone. Five of us will start work at the same time, and two minutes will be fine." The French player at the head was also a straightforward person. He turned around and said a few words to the four players, and they did it directly in front of us.
Naturally, it would not be so cumbersome to do these things in the game. A white light burst out in the hands of several people, and we couldn't even open our eyes. Two minutes later, the white light gradually dissipated, and a very old [Eagle fighter] appeared in front of us.
The basic skeleton of this [Eagle Fighter] is made of wood, about 1.5 meters long. There is a huge groove on the wide eagle's back, which can accommodate players to sit in it. The wings are almost three meters wide open, and the feathers under the wings are all composed of sharp iron feathers, cold and murderous.
I circled the fighter a few times. Among other things, this appearance alone has been domineering.