Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 62 40. How to spend money?
"You are."

When Oliver was wondering, Mann stood up and said, "Dolio, why are you here?"

"Do you know anyone?"

Jack looked at Mann and began to react.

"Dolio, a member of my team."

Mann introduced Carl and the others to Dolio: "Carl, Jack, and Oliver are the friends I told you about before, the ones I met in the last mission."

"I've already guessed it, hello."

Dolio smiled and greeted Carl and the others, then looked serious and said to Mann: "Mann, there is something I need you to take care of."

"What happened, Dolly? I was just about to have a drink with Carl and the others."

Mann looked at Dolio's expression and knew that unless something happened that required him to make a decision, Dolio would not disturb him. However, he did not mind talking about this in front of Carl and the others.

Dolio glanced at Carl and the others, and was about to speak, but was stopped by Carl's wave of his hand: "Mann, since your team members have something to talk to you about, you should go back first. There's no rush to get together next time."

Although Mann and Dolio were very friendly and treated them as friends and didn't mind telling them important things about the team, being friends and whether or not to listen were two different things. As a friend, Carl was very grateful for Mann's trust, but as a friend, it was better not to listen to some things.

"There's no rush to get together next time. I'll treat you to a drink then."

Jack raised the almost empty glass in his hand and gestured to Mann. Oliver nodded and also raised the glass in his hand.

Mann looked at the three of them, nodded, and smiled: "Then you must buy some good wine next time."

"I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Following Jack's voice, Mann and his team member Dolio left the Afterlife Bar together. Before leaving, Mann still held the unfinished bottle of beer and gestured to the three people.

'I'll have to drink it well next time.'

Probably, that's what it means.

After Mann left, Carl and his friends no longer had any interest in staying in the afterlife. The main reason was that, Carl, the wine in the afterlife was delicious, but there were no delicious French fries here. The more Carl drank, the more he couldn't stand it.

"How about we go to Mrs. Wells's to get some French fries, then buy some drinks and food on the way, and then go back to Oliver's apartment."

"Don't make it sound like going to my apartment is like going home, Carl. Why is it that every party is in my room? Isn't your room the same?"

Sitting in the driver's seat, Oliver, who was once again acting as the driver, had some small complaints.

"My room?"

Carl recalled his room and said, "Although there is no problem, I still think I have to go to your room, Oliver."

"So why?" "My room doesn't have a private phone or TV. That means if we want to watch something when we go to my room for a party, we have to pay an extra cent."

Oliver actually felt that Karl's reason was very sufficient, but he thought about it carefully: "No, I remember the deposit for the TV was only fifty, and one euro for each hour of watching. Aren't you rich now?"

"It's different. Save where you can and spend where you can."

Carl is very particular about this. Carl usually brings the food and drinks for every party. The money is much more than what is spent on TV. But how can the food and drinks be the same as the things you watch with a membership?

Before 2075, Carl had to think for a while before buying a music membership that cost more than ten dollars, but when eating barbecue, he could order everything on the menu without hesitation. This was an inherent idea brought about by previous habits.

Sitting in the car, as Oliver drove towards the Wild Wolf Bar, Carl looked at the balance of 1.12 million in his account and didn't know how to spend the money.

"You two, do you have any particularly expensive prosthetics that you like? Or a gun or a car will do. I don't mind sponsoring you."

Listening to Karl's words, Oliver in the driver's seat tilted his head slightly: "Are you not going to make any special modifications for yourself?"

"I'll go back to Old Wei and upgrade my access bay to a better model, and then reinstall a single molecule line. It shouldn't cost much. I haven't decided whether to make further modifications. I have to save some meat. If I become like Adam's Hammer, I can't stand it."

"Is this so"

Oliver thought about what he lacked and decided there was no need to be polite to Carl. Some good prosthetics could indeed improve the team's combat effectiveness. If there had been a good weapon or prosthetics at that time, Oliver would not have let Carl carry the exoskeleton and ACPA alone. But after thinking it over, Oliver couldn't think of any good prosthetics.

He is considered rich now, and it is not a problem for him to buy a new technical sniper rifle with more than 100,000 Euros. In fact, he has plenty of money, so it seems unnecessary to ask Carl for sponsorship.

"Jack, do you need anything? I think I have some extra money here."

After thinking about it, Oliver realized that he didn't need anything special, so he asked Jack and gave his suggestion: "Why don't you get a gorilla arm? Then you will be more stable when shooting in the future."

"I don't want to do that."

Jack smiled and said, "Old Wei and I met in the boxing ring. As you all know, Old Wei was a boxer before. He retired because he saw that everyone in the boxing ring had hand prostheses and felt that the times had changed. I always wanted to give Old Wei some thoughts and help him win some games and regain his face. It's a bit unreasonable to take advantage of a gorilla."

"What about the car? I remember you had your eyes on a motorcycle before. You said it was quite expensive. How about getting one? This way, you can take Misty for a ride comfortably in the future."

"Are you talking about Nazaré? I've saved enough money for that little beauty, 140,000 Euros. I'm going to buy one when I go back this time. I have enough money, so I don't need your support. Besides, I don't know if Misty would like to go for a ride on my motorcycle. Maybe a sports car would be better?"

"As for Misty, she's willing to sit if you like."

Carl said, patting the car he was sitting in: "Speaking of which, since I bought the car, we rarely drive Oliver's Sky Quartz when traveling. Now I feel that the Sky Hera is almost the same. Otherwise, I will change to a better car, a bulletproof one. I don't want to encounter the same thing as in the previous mission again."

"Come on, getting a rocket-proof car is not something you can get for just a million dollars. Don't waste your money. This car is good and I'm comfortable driving it. Don't change it."

Compared to Carl, the owner, Oliver seems to have deeper feelings for Sky Hera. But it is true. Compared to Carl, who has never held the steering wheel and just sits or half-lies in the back like a young master, Oliver, the driver, should indeed have a deeper relationship with the car.

"Then we can only wait and see."

How to spend money?
(End of this chapter)