Chapter 262: Porcelain Capital’s Third Porcelain Factory 01

Chapter 262: Porcelain Capital's Third Porcelain Factory 01

Qin Fei woke up in a small room, finding himself lying on a hard bed.

The sheets and quilt cover were gray—more accurately, a dull gray that had lost its original color due to years of washing and sun exposure.

Qin Fei sat up and took a quick look around.

The room had a door and a window, but the window was covered with paper, making it impossible to see outside.

A bit of light shone through the paper into the room, indicating that it was daytime.

The room was tiny, barely containing a single bed less than a meter wide. At the foot of the bed stood a wardrobe, and next to it was a desk; there was no other furniture.

On the desk lay a red notebook, about the size of a palm, with an old-fashioned design.

Before Qin Fei entered the rule world, such old-style rubber-bound notebooks were rarely seen in the market.

This ghost story certainly had a vintage feel.

The notebook had a line embossed in gold:

"Porcelain Capital's Third Porcelain Factory, issued by the workshop."

Qin Fei still remembered the station name mentioned by the conductor and the announcement on the train: Porcelain Capital.

It seemed that in this ghost story, his assigned identity was a worker at some porcelain factory within Porcelain Capital.

But where exactly was this place?

A worker's home?

No, given the layout of the room, it didn't resemble a home but rather a factory dormitory.

The ghost infant popped out from its realm, wiggling its butt as it crawled onto Qin Fei's bed.

It seemed to enjoy this ghost story, visibly cheerful, with its bluish-purple skin looking less shriveled, almost like a real human child at first glance.

Qin Fei patted the ghost infant's bottom and commanded, "Go, bring me that notebook."

He had no idea how he ended up here after getting off the train. Now, his whole body ached as if he had been hit hard.

Based on the few fragmented memories, he seemed to have passed out immediately after getting off the train and was then thrown onto a cart full of people.

After that, Qin Fei lost consciousness completely.

As for the other people piled on that cart, they were likely players who had also gotten off the train numbered 444.

The ghost infant obediently pushed the notebook over.

Everything in the room, including the sheets and quilt cover, was a faded old gray, just like the clothes Qin Fei was wearing—a similarly colored old shirt.

In this drab environment, the bright red cover of the notebook in Qin Fei's hand stood out starkly, like a sticky, not-yet-solidified blob of pig's blood.

Qin Fei curled his fingertips and flipped open the notebook.

The first thing he saw was a line of messy blue ballpoint pen writing.

"Becoming a worker at the Third Factory makes me so happy. I will work hard from today on!

—Yu Zhoukai."

Encouraging words were written on the front page, accompanied by a scribbled smiley face.

The original owner of the notebook did not speak empty words. As he flipped through, the pages were filled with work-related content.

Shift schedules, workshop operation procedures, and various techniques related to porcelain production.

"Hiss..." Qin Fei couldn't help but draw a sharp breath as he stared at the pages of text.

Would this instance require players to make porcelain themselves? If so, things would be quite troublesome.

According to the notebook, the porcelain produced by the Third Factory was highly complex, not something anyone could do easily.

The wall clock showed 6:45.

Yu Zhoukai's notebook read:

"Wake up at seven, wash up, and go eat breakfast.

Enter the workshop at seven-thirty, start work at eight."

There was still plenty of time before the morning shift. Qin Fei searched through the drawers, wardrobe, and under the bed but found nothing except a few changes of clothes.

He sat back down on the bed and opened the comment panel.

Instantly, a flood of comments overwhelmed him.

The speed at which the comments appeared was astonishing, as if the words were about to break through the air barrier and hit him on the head.

Qin Fei leaned back tactically and began searching for useful information amidst the sea of text.

Back on the train numbered 444, he had opened the comment panel a few times, but only a handful of comments appeared each time.

This time, the comments answered his doubts.

"Wife, I miss you so much!!!"

"Streamer, streamer, streamer! Finally, we can see clearly!!"

"The damn Train Tale, the signal is so bad, it keeps disconnecting. I had to switch through dozens of perspectives to get a rough idea."

Why is this happening?

Qin Fei was a bit curious.

After some thought, he could only come up with one answer.

The Train Tale passes through so many different stations; perhaps it really is a train connecting various dimensional worlds.

Every time players started their live streams before, they were within a predetermined instance, but the Train Tale constantly shuttles between different instances.

It makes sense that it would affect the signal.

Xiao Qin's clear features appeared on the light screen for the first time in three days, making the spirits in the live streaming hall exceptionally excited. Qin Fei smiled and chatted with the viewers for a few moments before stepping towards the door at 7 o'clock.

At the moment he stood up, Qin Fei turned off the chat messages.

Therefore, he didn't notice the unusual burst of messages that appeared instantly.

"What the hell?"

"????"

"What the hell is that thing????"

"Damn, scared the shit out of me!"

Behind Qin Fei, a blurry shadow hung upside down from the ceiling, flashing by for just an instant before disappearing again.

...

Although it was early morning, when Qin Fei opened the door, he couldn't see any sunlight at all.

Outside the door was a barren courtyard, surrounded by rough, mottled concrete walls that separated the yard from the outside world.

There wasn't a single tree in the yard, and occasionally, a few pebbles could be seen on the gray gravel ground.

Qin Fei's previous guess was indeed correct; the room where he woke up was indeed a dormitory in the porcelain factory. The three-story dormitory building stood quietly in the morning mist, and people dressed like Qin Fei occasionally came down from upstairs, passing through the corridor and heading towards the other side of the yard.

On the other side of the yard was a row of stone washbasins. At this time, many people were already standing there, holding cups and washing up.

Stepping out of the room at seven in the morning did not seem to be a rule set by the Tale.

It was merely Yu Zhoukai's personal habit.

Qin Fei squinted his eyes and looked towards the washbasins, spotting several familiar faces among the crowd.

Those players mixed among the NPCs were quite noticeable. On the one hand, Qin Fei had already become familiar with them over the past three days.

On the other hand, the players' actions and expressions were vastly different from those of the NPCs.

The NPCs' expressions weren't cold, but rather numb, even subtly revealing a hint of unease.

They hunched their heads, shrugged their shoulders, and spoke in whispers as if trying to minimize their presence, almost as if they wished to bury themselves into the ground.

The players beside the washbasins tried to strike up conversations with the NPCs, but judging from their frustrated faces, their efforts to gather information seemed to be progressing poorly.

"Xiao Qin!"

A familiar voice sounded from behind.

Mi Yang had just come down from the second floor of the dormitory and saw Qin Fei, feeling quite happy, thinking his luck wasn't too bad.

As soon as he reached Qin Fei's side, he couldn't help but start complaining: "What kind of lousy instance is this? No clues given, communication functions disabled, and I still haven't figured out what kind of place this is."

Mi Yang woke up earlier than Qin Fei and didn't dare to open the door rashly after waking up. He searched the room thoroughly.

He searched high and low, breaking into a sweat, but found nothing useful.

He tried to contact others through the Guild channel, but the Guild channel was grayed out.

Although Black Feather had a tool for internal communication within instances, it required meeting teammates first and had limited range, far less flexible than the Guild channel.

Mi Yang opened his attribute panel, and the section that should have contained the Tale introduction was also grayed out.

Players had taken a shortcut through the Train Tale to enter the core Tale, attempting to end the Guild competition early, which was the system's punishment.

Mi Yang felt a sense of disgust, like eating a fly, yet could do nothing but sulk in the room.

Only when the sounds outside became more apparent did he push the door open and follow the crowd downstairs.

Qin Fei glanced at Mi Yang's chest; they were both wearing the porcelain factory's work uniforms, with their current names embroidered on the left chest. Mi Yang's identity name was "Wang Wu."

"We are now workers at the Municipal Third Porcelain Factory in Porcelain Capital."

Qin Fei spoke calmly, pointing to his own name on his chest. "I am Yu Zhoukai, and you are Wang Wu."

Mi Yang: "..."

Hey, wait a minute, why can Xiao Qin have such a normal name, while my name seems like a background NPC in a game newbie village?

As Qin Fei walked towards the washbasins with Mi Yang, he continued:

"The Third Factory operates six days a week, from eight in the morning to four in the afternoon, with no overtime in the evening. Occasionally, there are group study activities. The factory provides breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Just go to the canteen at meal times to collect your food."

"I work in the Second Workshop. I'm not sure where you work, so we need to figure out a way to get your job information before eight o'clock."

Mi Yang widened his eyes. "How do you know this much?"

No matter how many times he had gone through instances with Xiao Qin, he still felt a subtle sense of being overwhelmed by him in various details.

Everyone had just come out from the dorms, so why did Xiao Qin seem to know everything about the factory grounds?

Qin Fei blinked and didn't hide it: "I saw it on the notebook on the table."

He had taken that notebook with him before leaving, and now it was in his personal space. However, with people coming and going in the courtyard, it wasn't convenient to take it out.

Mi Yang was stunned. "Notebook? What notebook?"

Qin Fei raised an eyebrow. "There isn't one in your room?"

Thinking about it, it made sense. Different characters had different personalities. Qin Fei's "Yu Zhoukai" was clearly a workaholic, while "Wang Wu" might be someone who preferred to lay low and relax.

Mi Yang: "..."

Mi Yang was once again speechless.

This damn instance, could the treatment be any more obvious???>