Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 433 46. Divide
"Good friends?"

Hearing what Carl said, Thor snorted, withdrew his gaze from V, and looked at Carl with a much kinder look: "How has she been doing in the city recently? Is she still in a bad mood?"

Hearing these words asking how Panam was doing, a previous guess in Carl's mind was now confirmed.

It turns out that Panam really left the tribe because he was angry about something. This is completely different from V who was kicked out of the tribe like a pitiful puppy.

"Karl, don't openly express your true feelings in the chat. Can't you keep it secret?"

"I thought you were really quiet today, V."

After teasing V, Carl responded to Thor's question:

"She's fine. She was in good spirits when I saw her recently. She had just had a fight with Roger."

"I had a quarrel with Roger."

Thor shook his head after hearing this: "Still the same temper."

"Well, that's just her nature."

Thinking about the several times he met Panam, she was always in a hurry, so Carl turned the topic back to the route negotiation:

"So, there's no problem now, right?"

"Knowing that girl's personality, you probably have had a lot of contact with her. Since it's because of her, let's just leave it that way."

Thor sighed, "It seems that she doesn't agree with my approach. She said she would find a way in the city, and she really found a way."

What are you disagreeing with? Why are you looking for a solution?
Carl couldn't help but glance at V again.

"Invite Panam to the dinner later. Oliver and the others need to get to know each other."

"Panam and I."

"Panam is also a friend I know. What do you want to say? Do you want to say that you two are fine?"

V continued to be as quiet as a chicken.

Jack and Oliver stared at V with sidelong glances. It was foreseeable that V's situation would not be easy after returning. It would take at least one round of team trial with four votes in favor and one abstention.

Carl still remembers the last party at Arasaka Tower, when V showed off his delicious food all by himself and he had to watch it helplessly. It was a good opportunity for them to go back and find a reason to take revenge.

But negotiations are still important at the moment.

"How about we talk about the profit now?"

Carl looked at Thor, whose doubts disappeared after Panam was mentioned, and whose face was now filled with uncontrollable excitement: "Do we follow the rules of the city or the rules of your wanderer tribe?"

"What rules should we follow?"

Thor fell into thought again, as if he was weighing which one was better, but Carl had no idea about the rules of the city and the rules of the wanderer tribe. While Thor was thinking, he connected with Mr. Johnson.

"Mr. Johnson, do you remember the business we discussed before? According to your many years of experience in corruption, generally speaking, how much percentage do you have to take from such a business, and how do you divide it?"

"I only embezzled, I never did business, I didn't even pay for food at the breakfast cart, and you ask me?"

"Useless NCPD."

"Click."

Hearing the hang-up sound, Mr. Johnson, who was processing documents in the office and was almost numb, was stunned for a moment, then his face changed and he replied in the message: "I'm a policeman. Do you know the police? You actually asked the police what percentage of the smuggling profit they get!!" "Oh, as the deputy director of Night City, you still don't understand this kind of business. Mr. Johnson, you should step down as soon as possible and let Andy take over."

"He has only been in office for a short time!"

"Just tell me if you are the deputy director."

Choked by these words, Mr. Johnson was silent for a while, then contacted his niece, asked a few questions, and gave an answer: "We want 35%. If the transportation route you mentioned is smooth in the future, we can ask for less, only 30%."

Three and a half percent?

Considering the unconditional release at the checkpoints and the disregard for transportation in the city, 35% should not be too much.

Carl, who had no experience as a middleman, asked Oliver to call his father and ask, "Dad, the NCPD deputy chief wants 3.5, how much do you want?"

"Just do whatever you want. We will be responsible for the transportation and sales in Santo Domingo and the city. Thirty percent should be enough. I have estimated the value that route can bring. Thirty percent is enough for the Six Street Gang to not charge street protection fees and maintain the status quo. If the route becomes bigger, we can also expand the personnel and equipment."

"Only 30%?"

Oliver forwarded his father's words to Karl and continued to ask, "Is 30% enough? You have just taken the position, can the people below obey you?"

"I do have some skills. Don't look down on me. Do you really think you are more capable than me just because you are out there? Besides, the Sixth Street Gang is the Sixth Street Gang, and you are you. You have worked hard to build this business, so don't take less. Thirty percent of the business on behalf of the Sixth Street Gang is more than enough."

We worked so hard to build this?

Oliver was silent for a moment. After all, he was too embarrassed to tell his father that they just had a sudden idea, and then it involved the NCPD, the gangs, and the homeless. In the end, he just replied with "I know."

"That's 65 percent."

Carl understood after reading the message: "The Rangers will be responsible for the worst environment in this trip, so they should ask for 30%. We can negotiate the price later and let them take 2.5%. We can take the remaining 10% in the long run, which will be worthy of the work of liaison."

"Wouldn't 10% be too much?"

Jack asked, "It seems like we just took the lead."

“Taking the lead is also a skill.”

Having said that, Carl, who actually didn't feel like he was doing anything, felt that after being with V for so long, he was almost catching the syndrome of homeless poverty, and he always thought that he would be paid according to how much work he did.

At worst, we can just suppress it and take half. There are five people in our team, so each of us must take at least 1%.

Carl thought so, but what he had never expected was that what he was facing now was a group of wanderers.

After careful consideration, Sol tentatively proposed a ratio that he thought was very high:

"According to our rules as wanderers, it's okay for us to take 20%, right?"

When Thor said this, his heart was actually beating nervously. He was a little worried that he had lost the business that Panam had brought in the city. Panam would rush back and point at his nose and scold him. As an old wanderer, he knew at first glance that this route could make a fortune. One percent would be enough for their tribe to survive, and one and a half percent would be enough to upgrade most of the equipment. Two percent was really an exaggeration.

"Twenty percent?"

Listening to Carl's question full of doubt, Thor felt regretful. He was about to say that he was wrong and wanted to guarantee his bottom line, but he didn't expect that he would receive Carl's somewhat surprising reply.

"Then let's make it 20%."

'It's going to be less!'

This was the deeper regretful thought that immediately arose in Thor's mind after his regret instantly subsided.

(End of this chapter)