The Creators: From Night City

But all of this cannot avoid one point, that is the source of the curse.

The source of the curse on Anna's face was undoubtedly the man in the tall hat.

"I don't have to lie to you."

Boss Jiang sat back on the sofa, pointed his cane at the seat opposite, and motioned Eugene to sit down and talk.

"Margaret, go and pour some cups of tea." Jiang Bing took the initiative and gave orders to the new maid.

"I'll have a good chat with Mr. Eugene about the issue of remuneration and compensation, which will inevitably take some time."

Remuneration refers to the money or kind paid to others for using their labor, objects, etc.

If you do things, you should get paid.

Compensation refers to compensation for loss, damage or injury; compensation or reparation to the injured party.

If you suffer losses, you should be compensated.

Mental loss is, of course, also a loss.

Negotiation is what Mr. Eugene considers to be his comfort zone, his private racetrack, and his own commercial preserve.

He immediately offered a high price of $1000, trying to gain the upper hand and use money to erase the unpleasantness that had just occurred.

Fortunately, Boss Jiang is also very experienced. He is proficient in both physical and chemical negotiation techniques. He has been active in Night City for half a year and has never encountered an opponent.

Boss Jiang simply used a look that contained 3 parts of coldness, 2 parts of all-seeing enlightenment, and 95 parts of murderous intent to successfully enlighten the capitalist Mr. Eugene instantly.

The person sitting opposite is not just a doctor, and the floor tiles in his house are not of low quality.

So the price successfully rose to $3000.

The two began to discuss the issue of compensation. Under Jiang Bing's half-smiled gaze, Mr. Eugene, with tears of gratitude, gave another 5725 yuan and 75 cents plus three gold bars, four gold and silver rings and some precious jewelry to buy his life... as a thank you.

Yes, thank you fee!

It doesn't matter how much money you get, what matters most is the sincerity of the heart.

His subordinates obviously had different opinions on this, but fortunately, they were not unreasonable people. After Jiang Bing's "persuasion and education", everyone repented in time. Not only did they deeply realize the necessity of this thank-you fee, they also rushed to donate enthusiastically, and raised another 342 yuan and 65 cents, plus a silver pocket watch, gold and silver rings and gold teeth.

As for why there are zeros and integers, don’t worry about it.

If you really want to get to the bottom of it, all I can say is - it's because they are kind!

Under Jiang Bing's meaningful gaze, the unscrupulous capitalist Eugene Weiger laughed dryly as he packed almost two years' revenue of the ranch into a suitcase.

He stepped over the gunmen who were sleeping on the spot because they were really tired, and carefully placed the suitcase in front of Jiang Bing.

"That's right, Mr. Eugene, do you know what the most painful thing in life is?" Under the other party's frightened gaze, Jiang Bing released his foot that was stepping on Eugene's neck, and put the revolver pointing at Anna back into the holster under his armpit.

At the signal from her employer, the maid tremblingly picked up the cash box on the table, then quickly retreated behind Jiang Bing.

"That means the person died and the money was not spent."

Chapter 199 The Journey Begins

Jiang Bing stood up and looked at the rancher who hurried to protect his daughter. He praised him, "You're the one who did it. No wonder you were able to start from scratch and build such a large ranch. You're so insightful. You understand everything at once."

"Don't accuse me of just taking the money and not doing anything. A man like me wouldn't do such a thing."

Guest-starring Mr. Jiang in the Star-Spangled Banner, he experienced the authentic western scene of burning, killing and looting. As he walked towards the door, he made his promise.

"Just put your mind at ease and make good money. I'll keep an eye on that flattering man. If there's any result, I'll come back as soon as possible to treat your daughter."

Eugene's legs went weak when he heard this, and he almost fell to his knees.

How is this any different from a threat?

God bless you, Boss Jiang said this sincerely and he has no ulterior motives.

Friends who often rob know that after finishing the job, the most important thing is to evacuate in time, otherwise what awaits you is the warm greetings from the police uncles.

However, the outlaw Jiang San said that there were really no police and no laws in New Hanover in 1898.

The formation and development of any system is closely related to the political, economic and social environment of the time.

The main duties of the current police are not to protect the country and the people, but to assist tax collectors in collecting taxes, suppress workers' movements and protect employers' property.

Especially in the vast and sparsely populated western lands, in order to cope with the chaotic situation in the west and solve the problem of serious shortage of manpower, the US government recruited a considerable number of cowboys, issued them police licenses, and asked them to maintain local order.

These temporary police officers who have not received a day of training have the power to arrest, imprison or shoot criminals. If they get really evil, they can be even more evil than the criminals.

Of course, the police also participated in the expulsion and massacre of Indians, thereby consolidating the authority and rule of white people in the West.

They were also indispensable in suppressing the Chinese workers' riots.

But how could the vast Western Badlands be free from the breeding of evil?

The sparse population, high population mobility, complex composition and weak government control have made this land a paradise for criminals.

The sky-high crime rate has even led the US government to establish a rather outrageous bounty hunter system, trying to simply buy stability with money.

These bounty hunters can also legally shoot fugitives without breaking the law. They travel around the states, hunting bounty targets, and become a powerful supplement to the lack of state violence and public power in the West.

But these have nothing to do with Jiang Bing, and he doesn't care about the two types of people mentioned above.

In Night City, he had to give some face to major companies, but the US government at this time did not deserve Master Jiang's respect.

After all, they don't have atomic bombs.

So he led the maid, who kept her head down and said nothing, to the rancher's stable.

Since I have taken the money, what's wrong with taking some other personal belongings? I believe the other party won't mind these.

A solid wooden carriage with some signs of use was parked on one side of the stable.

Unlike the common four-wheeled carriages with sheds in the West, this carriage is very well made. The thick willow boards are two fingers thick, and the joints are covered with metal skins and rivets. The oak wheels with steel-covered outer rings are considered the most advanced things in this era. Combined with the high-quality bearings, the carriage is more labor-saving when moving.

The spacious carriage is also equipped with a door with a glass window, allowing passengers to enjoy the beautiful scenery outside while in the carriage.

The metal luggage rack on the top of the carriage can hold large luggage needed for long-distance travel, and there is space reserved at the back of the carriage for easy-to-carry foods such as bedding and canned food. An ingenious portable stove is stacked at the rear end of the carriage.

The driver's seat is equipped with a folding rain curtain and a special lantern for outdoor lighting, which is quite luxurious in today's era.

The body of the car is painted in a low-key black, but the edges and corners are decorated with intricate decorative patterns using gold paint.

It can be said that this luxurious-looking carriage is extremely valuable and is most likely Eugene's own vehicle and appearance when traveling.

However, for Jiang Bing, the craftsmanship of this carriage can only be considered to be barely up to standard.

Just sit there, what else can it do if it gets smashed?

As luck would have it, two Belgian heavy draft horses used to pull carts were tied in the shed. Each of them had shiny hair and was fat and strong. At a glance, you could tell that they were well taken care of.

Margaret's words during the interview were not really self-praise. She skillfully harnessed the horses to the carriage, steered the horses, and drove the covered wagon smoothly onto the road.

Soon, Jiang Bing, who had packed his things, got into the carriage. Under the moonlight, Margaret waved the reins and gently whipped the heavy draft horse.

The carriage began to slowly accelerate and drove out of Emerald Ranch.

Following the road carved by wheel ruts and horse hoof prints on the grassland, the two men headed south to the town of Rhodes in Lemoyne to negotiate tobacco business.

We walked until dawn in the east.

When we reached the end of the wasteland ahead, a large, thick dark cloud appeared under the morning glow.

Margaret set up a rain shelter in advance to avoid getting soaked.

The western wilderness in spring is full of vitality.

The earth, dotted with lush weeds and shrubs on the roadside, is full of green. Trees are grouped in twos and threes, densely scattered. Low hills rise one after another, and together with the green fields and meadows in the distance, they outline the veins of the earth. Accompanying it is the curling smoke rising from all over the vast land.

Smoke from cooking fires is a sign of travelers.

Of course, sometimes it also becomes a signpost for bandits.

Dark clouds are running wildly across the sky, determined to dye the entire sky red.

The carriage was heading south, and the dark clouds were heading north. In this empty, sparsely populated wilderness, the two seemed destined to meet.

This not only made the maid have a reverie of breaking free from the barriers, but this inexplicable and unreasonable idea was like a sudden impulse in childhood, making her subconsciously flick the reins and drive the carriage, like Don Quixote with his lance, happily rushing towards the dark clouds in the distance.

After being in a cage for a long time, I can finally return to nature.

Even Jiang Bing's mood became inexplicably brighter.

As the two approached each other, the sky and the earth suddenly became dark.

The rain fell on the dry yellow soil in the distance, emitting a unique earthy smell. Even before the caravan reached the area covered by dark clouds, the earthy smell had already rushed into the nostrils of the two people in the car.

Margaret slowed down the car to prevent it from slipping and rolling over on the muddy road.

As the draft horses changed from a trot to a slow walk, she finally had the mood to daydream.

Everything that happened the previous night was beyond her expectations. The series of events made it difficult for this woman, who was trapped in the livestock pens, fields and kitchen in the pasture, to cope.

But what she was thinking at the moment was: "$25 a week is really not easy to get."

Chapter 200 Born Divine

Just as she was suddenly lost in thought, Jiang Bing, who was holding a book in the carriage, suddenly spoke.

"Stop ahead."

Just as the maid was puzzled, an old voice shouted from the front.

"You sentient beings, this old man warns you..."

As the carriage continued to move forward, an old beggar with ragged clothes and disheveled white hair appeared on the side of the road.

He was leaning on a long, smooth wooden cane in his left hand, holding a worn metal rice bowl in his right hand, and carrying a worn bedding on his hunched back. He was standing at the boundary between the field and the road, the frontier between nature and society.

Although there was no one around, he still sang loudly by himself.

"It is difficult to distinguish between good and bad fortune, but life and death are the most difficult to distinguish."

Margaret stopped the carriage obediently.

She just felt that the temperature was a little cold and the scene was somewhat weird.

This weirdness includes the old man with strange behavior and the employer who seems to have predicted the future.

Jiang Bing got out of the carriage and stared at the old man carefully, frowning as if he had discovered something unexpected.

The old man turned his face towards the two of them, and the maid only then realized that his eyes were rolled up, and there was no pupil at all in his white eyeballs.

This turned out to be a blind beggar.

The old beggar stretched out the broken rice jar in his right hand accurately in the direction of the two people.

The metal rice bowl made a rattling sound when it was shaken, and it seemed that there were already a few coins in it.

"Dear Sirs and Madams, with just one dollar, the veil of fate can be slightly lifted."

The maid has always kept her distance from these mysterious things, simply because of poverty.

"Destiny is worth one dollar, which seems a bit cheap."

Jiang Bing tilted his head slightly, staring at the old man intently, but the words he spoke seemed a little stiff.

"A dollar is a lot, my friend."

The blind old man laughed.

"It's enough to keep an old man like me safe and sound for the entire day."

The rice bowl was held out by the other party again and shaken gently.

"Well, my friend who's traveling far away, have some faith. It's only a dollar after all. Maybe it will work."

These words touched Jiang Bing's heart.

Jiang Bing bounced a Morgan silver dollar with a face value of $1 high up in the air, but it fell into the arms of a maid who had just gotten off the car.

In the West, there are not many $1 coins, and people here prefer paper money.

Jiang Bing nodded at the maid, his gesture quite obvious.

Someone paid the bill, and the maid's curiosity was aroused. She stroked the $1 silver coin and carefully walked forward to throw it into the old man's rice bowl.

The old man was not picky. He shook the worn-out rice bowl, and the coins jingled against the metal wall.

He nodded with satisfaction and slowly narrated his prophecy in a hoarse voice.