The Creators: From Night City

"Your stuff is still original."

These words made both people present subconsciously tighten their crotches.

Scala protected his crotch with his hands and was sweating profusely. He glanced at the glass jar beside him, but his eyes quickly looked away the next second as if he had touched a red-hot iron.

"My friend, what do you mean by this?"

People are generally contradictory and stubborn creatures. Sometimes they know everything, but they always try to resist stubbornly and refuse to change.

For example, the brothers who are on the Quit Masturbation forum, and the men who are married.

Of course, this also includes Scala at this moment.

"If you don't tell the truth, you'll soon have a new item added to your collection."

Jiang Bing's words were like the whispers of a devil.

"I forgot to tell you, I'm also a prosthetics doctor. I guarantee I'll cut it off for you intact, and the quality will definitely be no worse than the ones on your shelf."

What are men most afraid of?

The sudden falling of a fan at work can only be ranked tenth. A lover's pregnancy, a mistress' illness, public complaints, stolen money, being labeled, and a mahjong game going wrong are not insurmountable. Even a wife's sudden concern after dinner can only be ranked third.

Cutting to permanent cure, or being forcibly cut to permanent cure, easily defeated the strong man and locked the man, ranking first on the list.

Scala is indeed perverted, but not that perverted. At least he has never imagined taking the path that Jiang Bing mentioned.

So he quickly gave in.

He had no choice but to give in.

"It's Faraday!"

He was almost like a chick in a hairy egg, curled up on the ground, protecting his vitals with his hands and feet, fearing that his loyal brother would "disappear" in the next second, and when they met again, one would be inside and the other would be outside.

"I asked him for three times the price. He didn't have that much money, so he had to contact someone to assign the job. I heard him clearly call the person on the other end Mr. Faraday."

Jiang Bing raised his eyebrows and almost laughed.

What do you call this? Isn’t it true that enemies often meet each other?

"Are you so sure he will accept your blackmail?"

Although Scala's behavior is bad, there is nothing wrong with such a thing happening in Night City. Even if he is just blackmailing, his moral level is still higher than that of most unlicensed black doctors.

Otherwise, why is there a saying that it is best to see a doctor with two people? It is simply because if you go to an unfamiliar clinic alone and get anesthetized, you may not be able to wake up.

The black-hearted doctor didn't say anything, but just looked across the door, motioning the two of them to look back at the poor man who was halfway through an operation in the next clinic.

Chapter 193 It's Like an Old Friend

"You're halfway through the trip, and then you ask for more money."

When Jiang Bing heard this sentence, it automatically translated into cutting off the patient's natural organs first and then raising the price. In this case, most people would have to accept the conditions set by the doctor.

Jiang Bing glanced at the bottles and jars filling two walls, and realized that most of them must have come from here.

It was a very good explanation, and it made Vincent, who had tasted something, feel guilty.

Based on the other party's heartbeat and other physical reactions, Jiang Bing concluded that the crimes confessed by the other party were basically true, so he signaled Vincent to put away the gun, and the two turned around and left.

It's just a collection, and it still requires mutual consent. Jiang Bing was too lazy to do it anymore.

Mr. Blue Eyes' communication was the same as before, and was answered immediately.

【Jiang Bing: Faraday.】

[Mr. Blue Eyes: Aha, it seems the detective has caught the rat by the tail.]

[Mr. Blue Eyes: That's the end of this matter. You don't need to worry about the rest.]

【Jiang Bing: Don’t forget about me.】

[Mr. Blue Eyes: Don't worry, a gentleman's word is as good as gold (Chinese).]

Mr. Blue Eyes: Actually, you can already prepare the money. It doesn't need to be much, ten million is enough.

Even after the call was disconnected, Jiang Bing still couldn't forget Mr. Blue Eyes's nonchalant attitude towards the ten million.

[Anti-Entropy] gradually grew and became stronger, and as the family became larger and larger, more people came and naturally more money was spent.

If you don’t start a business, you don’t know what it means to spend money like water. The 10 million mentioned by Mr. Blue Eyes is just the money for the land.

Construction costs, machinery and technology costs, labor costs, electricity and security costs, plus the need to purchase some raw materials, packaging, transportation, and sales, these are all foreseeable large amounts of money that can be wasted.

Jiang Bing scratched his head and felt the pressure of money for the first time.

These things cannot be obtained by simply picking up a knife. They can only be obtained step by step, and at most develop in leaps and bounds with the help of "external forces".

Sitting on the soft back seat of the Thracian 388 Jefferson, Boss Jiang stared blankly at the neon lights reflected on the glass, feeling a long-lost sense of sadness.

Having promised to supply goods to Hands, it is time to find a suitable source of goods, otherwise [Anti-Entropy] will be overtaken by poverty.

Thinking of this, Jiang Bing couldn't help but shudder, and prepared to go back and ask about the magical [key].

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Plane No. HXXD-G09251

Emerald Ranch, New Hanover, spring 1899.

As the sun rises, the entire ranch wakes up before this wild western land.

The roars of cattle and sheep, the hooves of horses and the whistles of cowboys going out to graze mixed together, forming a modern Ukiyo-e of the American West together with the wind and sand in the wilderness, as well as savagery and death.

Several milkmaids gathered together, carrying iron buckets to milk cows while chatting about family matters and rural news.

"Hey, did you hear? A Oriental came yesterday and stayed at Hal's inn. They say he's incredibly handsome, with skin so tender you could squeeze water out of it!"

The speaker was a woman in her thirties. The extremely difficult living conditions had made her skin rough and her complexion dark. The never-ending wind and sand and the hard work all day had made the hands of all the female workers cracked, swollen and thick.

"That's not the case. I'm telling you, I was buying meat at the butcher's when I saw him. He was wearing a high-end red suit and carrying a shiny suitcase. He looked like a royal aristocrat in a play, and his skin was white and smooth, like milk. I just don't know what it felt like to touch."

Another female worker talked about her personal experience, spitting heavily and wishing she could touch it herself.

A small wooden carriage drove along the dirt road compacted by wheels and hooves of cattle, sheep and horses.

This kind of carriage, which can be used for both passengers and cargo, is deeply loved by the people of this land. Its excellent off-road capability and cargo capacity have made it common across the western land, carrying countless residents of the eastern United States who are eager for wealth to migrate to the vast western region, bringing them new life.

Or die.

Of course, this single-horse carriage (or double-horse carriage) is the choice of ordinary people, and pioneers with considerable wealth have better options.

Conestoga covered wagon.

A heavy, wide-wheeled covered wagon, shaped like a boat, whose unique design enables it to cross rivers and streams. It is pulled by horses, mules or oxen and can carry up to 7 tons.

As for the poorer people, a horse costs about $100, and they can only live on their own.

The carriage stopped at the door of a two-story inn.

Emerald Ranch is located on the main road between Lemoyne and New Hanover, backed by the Emerald Ranch train station. The number of passengers coming and going is enough to support the business of this slightly luxurious hotel.

Old cowboy Johnson gently called his beloved horse and asked it to stop steadily at the door. He jumped out of the car, first put the reins on the hitching post at the door, and then helped a woman dressed as a maid sitting in the passenger seat to get out of the car.

The old cowboy stroked his beloved horse and said to his niece-in-law, "This is a great opportunity, Margaret. Hal, the innkeeper, was my old comrade-in-arms. He said this new Oriental man is very generous. If you can successfully apply for the job, I believe the high-interest loan owed to the O'Driscoll Gang will be repaid quickly."

Margaret looked to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with gorgeous red hair. Although the rough wind and sand of the West and the hard life had made her skin rough and her palms covered with calluses, and the series of blows in recent times had made her look haggard, she still had some of her former beauty.

"I understand, Uncle Johnson, but Wilson died not long ago, and I applied for a job as a maid for someone else. I..."

At this point, Margaret almost burst into tears out of embarrassment.

The old cowboy held Margaret's arm and whispered to her, "You've done enough for Wilson. It was he who contracted the 'white plague'. You've done your best."

The old cowboy thought of his poor nephew and couldn't help but sigh.

In this wild land, the probability of dying from various diseases is much higher than being hit by stray bullets or attacked by various wild animals.

"Wilson was called by the Lord and went to be with the Lord. He lived in sugar and honey, without any worries. But you are different, Margaret.

"You still need to live, you need to eat and wear clothes, and you should also plan for yourself."

While comforting the young widow, the old cowboy kicked open the wooden door of the hotel with his dirty riding boots and greeted his comrades behind the counter.

"Besides, Margaret, don't you trust me, your uncle? How can ordinary people afford to hire a maid? I think this rich man, even if he is not a nobleman in that country, must be from a wealthy merchant family."

Chapter 194 Recruiting Maids

"You damned cowherd, keep your dung-covered boots away from the pine door I just cleaned."

Hal put down the cup he was wiping and angrily scolded his old comrade for what he had just done, but he also skillfully poured him a glass of bourbon whiskey and then greeted the lady next to the old cowboy.

"Good morning, Margaret."

The old cowboy skillfully picked up the wine glass and used alcohol to start a new day full of energy.

"Believe me, this is definitely a good opportunity. Hal told me that this employer is both young and handsome. If you can follow him, it will be a good way out of this wild quagmire."

"To be precise, it's like an angel descending to earth. I have never seen such a handsome Oriental." Hal suddenly interrupted.

The praise from the two men gave Margaret a unique curiosity and hope.

People in this period did not shy away from sex and dignity, and the poor people who struggled to make ends meet were not qualified to pay too much attention to these things.

So even though the scope of a maid's work is related to satisfying certain desires of the employer in the eyes of ordinary people, Margaret still doesn't want to give up this opportunity.

Her life was too difficult and she desperately needed to take a breath, even at the cost of her body.

Following Hal's guidance, the three of them soon arrived at the innermost room of the second-floor corridor.

This is the most luxurious suite in the entire hotel, with a daily rental of up to $10. You should know that you can only get 25 cents for filling a bucket of milk on the ranch, and nowadays $1 can be directly exchanged for 1.5 grams of gold.

Hal knocked on the door humbly and explained his purpose. A bright and magnetic response soon came from the room.

"Please come in"

The three of them filed in. The spacious room was covered with thick handmade carpets. The walnut furniture was heavy and expensive. Various ornaments, vases, and paintings made the room as luxurious as possible, matching its status of $10 a day.

Although there are few truly valuable items among these things, they are already considered high-end in this place where some people still live together with cattle and sheep.

When Margaret saw her employer for the first time, she sincerely felt that nothing in the room was worthy of him.

Jiang Bing was wearing a very rare dark red three-piece suit. He was sitting at the desk, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, studying a thick open book.

A metal cane lay on the side, matching the matte black suitcase on the ground.

In this wild place where feces is flying everywhere, corpses are lined up in long queues, cowboys are covered in cow dung, and girls are sleeping with men everywhere, how can Margaret, a country girl, resist meeting such an educated man who looks like he came from a highly civilized place, coupled with Jiang Bing's increasingly strong extraordinary aura? Her face turned red with shame in an instant.

"Mr. Sabul, someone has applied for the maid position you asked me to find for you."

Hal moved aside, revealing Margaret, who was now wearing a blue coarse dress, looking stiff and at a loss.

Boss Jiang rubbed his temples, which were slightly tense due to the ubiquitous smell of feces, stood up, and looked at the applicant with a gentle expression.

"Ma'am, are you aware of the job requirements of this position? It will take up a significant amount of your time and prevent you from taking care of your family for a long period of time."

The old cowboy spoke at the right time and tried to fight for an opportunity for the widow.

"You don't have to worry about that, sir. Margaret's husband died of tuberculosis some time ago. She's all alone now. Even if something 'accident' happens, it won't affect your reputation in any way. You can take her wherever you want at any time."

Jiang Bing was stunned by the hidden meaning in the old cowboy's words, but he quickly realized what was going on.

"It seems my statement has caused misunderstanding. I only need an ordinary servant, who will do some daily laundry and cleaning work, and will not be involved in any other aspects."

Boss Jiang emphasized the word "other".

This explanation made Margaret breathe a sigh of relief.

"Sir, I've been doing these jobs since I was a kid. I can do the laundry, the cooking, the grooming, the tidying up, the driving, and the harnessing."

Margaret bit her lip and paused, but still added her new perspective after observation.

"I have lived nearby since I was a child and am very familiar with the surrounding area."

This made Jiang Bing nod his head in agreement. In terms of observation skills alone, the other party was undoubtedly qualified. She judged his possible needs in a short period of time, and then stated her own advantages and took the initiative to seize opportunities.

I have to say that this item is indeed very attractive to Jiang Bing, who is new here and unfamiliar with the place.

In fact, Jiang Bing did not need anyone to take care of his daily life. As long as he wanted, he could go without food for a long time; it was just that the streets, shops, taverns, and even this hotel were filled with feces, urine and farts, which hurt his nose a lot.

Jiang Bing had completely lost hope in public health in the American West in the late 19th century. In order to prevent his sensitive senses from suffering too much, he planned to hire a maid to run errands and do some auxiliary work.

The old cowboy and Margaret simply communicated a few words with the employer Jiang Bing, and then hurried downstairs, leaving only the intermediary Hal and Jiang Bing to briefly describe the applicant's general identity background.