Fallout 4: The Wasteland Life of a Pillager

Chapter 333 Recruiting and the Elvis Gang

The children outside heard the laughter and wanted to join in the fun, so they went into the bar and surrounded Rana.

Rana gave them mud beans to eat, one for each person.

After the child finished eating the beans, he still stayed and kept his eyes on the plate.

Lana panicked, stretched out his five fingers to cover the plate, bent down and said, "Not much left, I don't have much left."

Then the group of children dispersed in laughter.

Lana looked around and saw that Yi Beiwang was the only person in the audience who didn't laugh at him, so he walked over shamelessly and showed off his knowledge.

"Sir, do you know anything about power armor?"

Yi Beiwang smiled and said, "I know a little bit. Why? Do you know a little bit?"

Lana waved his hand and smiled awkwardly: "Before... before... did you know? There are four ways to repair power armor, four ways."

"Either you find an aluminum can in the trash or you take some ceramics out of the toilet, there's always something you can use."

Lana changed the subject in time and talked about the knowledge of power armor. The people in the bar laughed at him as if he were a fool.

Only Yi Beiwang knew that the materials he mentioned could really be used to repair power armor.

Can you repair power armor?

Yi Beiwang looked at his injured leg again and asked, "Was he robbed?"

Before Rana could answer, the drunk next to him said, "Who would have nothing better to do than to rob a poor guy like him? He was the one who wanted to steal from others and got beaten up."

"He still steals. This time he was just crazy and stole from Silver Impact. Is it possible to steal things from Silver Impact?"

Yi Beiwang asked: "What happened next?"

"What happened? He knelt down and begged for mercy, then he was beaten for most of the night, and then his legs were broken."

"What happens next?"

"Then his leg was broken."

"How about a discount?"

"What else can I do? You saw it all. This kid dug out some dirty bottle caps from somewhere and came here to eat and drink for free."

The drunkard also heard it from hearsay. The alcohol had gotten to his head and he could barely speak clearly.

Rana just lowered his head and drank silently, muttering something about the difference between stealing and borrowing.

Yi Beiwang asked for another plate of silt beans, pushed it to Lana and said, "I'm in need of someone who can repair power armor. Come and work with me. I'm very optimistic about you."

Everyone in the bar was surprised. They didn't expect Yi Beiwang to recruit such a bad guy.

A hunter sitting in the corner advised kindly: "Brother, this guy is more decadent than you think. It would be better for you to raise a dog than to use him."

Yi Beiwang ignored the hunter and stared at Lana and said, "I have a broken power armor. I need someone who knows how to fix it."

"I really want to see what the four methods of modifying power armor look like."

Lana swallowed all the silt beans, took a sip of whiskey and said, "I know you, the boss of the Yibei Merchant Group. There are very few Dragon people in New Vegas recently. You are easy to recognize."

"Provide me with food and lodging, and a bottle of wine every day. I can help you repair any type of power armor. How about that?"

Yi Beiwang nodded and said, "Of course no problem, but before that I have to ask you, have you ever seen a postman?"

Lana replied: "I haven't seen him, but I've heard of him. His reputation in Liberty City is worse than mine."

Yay, there’s an unexpected bonus.

I'd like to hear what outrageous things postmen have done.

Yi Beiwang asked for another bottle of wine and handed it to Lana, asking, "Really? Tell me more."

Rana gave an example: "Let me tell you this, if someone beat up your men, stole your goods, disguised themselves as someone else, and sold them to you, would you be angry?"

Yi Beiwang put himself in his shoes and thought about it. This was more than just anger, it was a slap in his face.

He won't be able to sleep well unless he beats that guy to death.

Lana saw this and said, "The Postman did these things before, and he pissed off Silver Shock and Atomic Cowboy."

"Honestly, if the bartender doesn't kill you, even if she's in a good mood today, there's no way she'll help you find the postman again."

Hearing this, the female bartender snorted coldly, but still professionally took the empty bottle from Yi Beiwang's hand.

Yi Beiwang couldn't help sucking his teeth when seeing this, and sighed that this matter was a bit difficult to handle.

He asked again: "Don't postmen have any friends? Even someone you can talk to will do."

Lana thought for a moment and said, "That's true. Have you heard of the Elvis Gang? They have a pretty good relationship with the postman."

"It is said that their boss particularly likes a guy named Elvis Presley before the war, so he makes all his subordinates dress up like Elvis Presley."

"But this gang is pretty nice. I've even run errands for them."

It doesn't matter whether it's strange or not, as long as it can help.

Yi Beiwang decided to go over and take a look, but before that, he planned to ask the caravan to come over and trick some of the disaster victims here into working on the fields.

Liberty City is such a mess, but at least there are some business opportunities. Maybe I can try to take a bite of it.

Thinking of this, Yi Beiwang borrowed the radio and called the launch base.

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The rating has dropped to 7.4, sad...

I will stop updating for a while and go to P station to accept some commissioned works. The maximum suspension time will not exceed two days or three days.

There is no other way, we have to find a way to make some extra money, the landlord has no surplus food.