The Creators: From Night City

But Jiang Bing could read its current emotions from its expressive eyes at a glance.

Jiang Bing translated it in his mind, it should be something like: "That's not possible. Can you pick up a truck-sized gold nugget in a small ravine in this remote mountain area?"

"Yes, that's it." The Blue Vision suddenly spoke, confirming Jiang Bing's thoughts.

'Forgot it could read minds.'

This time, the Blue Vision turned its giant eyes towards Jiang Bing and explained with a hint of helplessness.

"Which plane of the [Craftsmen's Guild] did you come from? You don't even know such basic common sense."

Azure Vision educated Jiang Bing in a tone similar to that of warning children not to cross the road when the light is red.

"If you don't want me to read your mind, either you should restrain your thoughts or not include any information about me in your thoughts. Otherwise, I will have no choice but to listen."

The tutorial is very simple and easy to understand, allowing students to grasp it instantly and figure out a lot of things along the way.

"Every thought must be known?" Jiang Bing swallowed a big mouthful of saliva and concluded.

"You already know this, but you keep nagging me about it!"

Jiang Bing quickly gathered his thoughts and at the same time increased the weight of the "port" in his mind again.

This is not an industry leader, this is a giant!

The employees under him are so high-end it's ridiculous.

After a quick inspection, the Blue Vision said, "Don't forget to lock the door," and then disappeared.

Jiang Bing suddenly thought of whether he could ask it what those things that were made into the narrow bag on Himiko's head were, but the Blue Vision had already left, so he couldn't chase after it rashly.

I wanted to say a few words in my mind, but I was afraid of getting beaten, so I finally gave up the idea.

I'll find a chance to ask you next time we meet.

Looking at the various items piled up in the "warehouse", Jiang Bing gave up the idea of ​​moving more things into the "warehouse" and prepared to return to Night City.

'I'll start the research and development and production of automated handling machinery as soon as I get back. If I rely solely on manual handling, it will take me forever to fill up the 'warehouse'.

From the river, the natural destroyer of Yamatai, the master of offshore electric fishing, the barber of Qingshan, the animal protection Zhang San, the stubborn warrior, the demolition of the area (generation), the expert on the sedimentation of ancient cultural relics, and the muttering Tao.

Chapter 49 Okada Wakako

Night City.

Westbrook, Twist Street.

The sex dolls standing on the roadside were posing and flirting. Both men and women were trying their best to wave their white arms, white legs, white buttocks and mouths that could crush a person.

"Handsome guy, come and play."

The sweet voice came from a thin and fair male sex doll.

The target being greeted was a cyber-Shamatte with a flamboyant style of dressing, a lot of metal accessories that jingled when he walked, and which could be worn as a door curtain when they were taken off.

Across the street, under the jealous gaze of a sex doll with short blue hair shaved on one side, Cyber ​​Shamatte turned around and started flirting with the male sex doll, and soon they walked into a nearby apartment building hugging each other.

It is worth mentioning that this cyber-killing matte is also a man.

"Sister, do you think it's time for me to get a big gun? Business seems to be a bit slow lately."

Seeing her peers make a deal, the sex doll couldn't help but feel envious and jealous, and complained to her best friend beside her.

"Is it popular to be both top and bottom now? I heard that little duckling has two sets of prosthetics."

"You might as well get your breasts bigger. If that doesn't work, you can install a vibration function on them as well." The companion replied.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time. I even heard from my colleagues across the street that there's a new black clinic that opened up in Coronado Ranch. The doctors are very good and the prices are cheap. I've been wanting to go there recently, but I don't know why it closed down recently."

"Maybe he was killed. If you ask me..."

The conversations of the sex dolls were drowned out by the noise of Niuniu Street.

Inside Okada Wakako's pachinko parlor.

A thin, yellow-haired boy with a nose piercing was staring intently at the ball-pushing machine in front of him.

He kept hitting the button on the machine, causing marbles to fall from above, and then pressed another button, trying to topple the tower of chips in front of him, but ultimately failed.

Soon, the euros in the pinball machine were used up. The little yellow-haired boy stared at the precarious pinball tower with a red face, obviously having put all his money into the gamble.

He hesitated for just a moment, and a blue light representing the transfer lit up in his eyes. Soon, as the number representing the deposit amount on the screen soared, the little yellow-haired boy continued to devote himself to it enthusiastically.

Time flew by as he concentrated.

The little yellow-haired boy, with bloodshot eyes and panting, stared at the tower of chips in front of him and subconsciously pressed the button in front of him, but this time no marbles fell from above.

The little yellow-haired boy finally reacted and looked up at the antique digital tube display screen showing the stored value. The four-digit number that originally started with six had already turned into a big zero.

Faced with this situation, the little yellow-haired boy was a little bit unbelievable. He rubbed his eyes hard and looked at the antique digital tube display again.

Still zero.

After standing there stiffly for a second or two, he suddenly stood up and slapped the ball pusher frantically.

"Asshole, CNM****, you big ***, spit out my money right now."

Before he could make the next move, a thick prosthetic arm grabbed his shoulder tightly.

The little yellow-haired boy looked up and saw the store security guard standing behind him with a stern face. His original madness disappeared instantly.

With the sound of a chair overturning, the little yellow-haired boy was thrown out of the store. The security guard was about to step forward and teach him a lesson when an old female voice sounded from inside the store.

"What happened, Tanaka?"

Tanaka, who was sturdy and dressed in a black suit and white shirt, bowed slightly and respectfully to an old lady who came out of the back room of the store.

"Ms. Wakako, someone just lost money and wants to cause trouble. I'll take care of it right away."

"It is necessary to have the wisdom not to lose in gambling."

Okada Wakako read out an ancient proverb in Japanese, but the little yellow-haired boy didn't install the relevant translation package, so he didn't understand what the old lady meant at all.

"Zhang Alex, if I remember correctly, it's you."

Facing the uncrowned king of the Japanese underground, the little yellow-haired boy showed no sign of getting angry and nodded obediently.

"Have you lost all the money your brother-in-law gave you to buy goods?"

Okada Wakako explained the whole story easily.

This is worthy of her status as the strongest middleman in Japanese streets.

"I only lost half." The little yellow-haired boy replied dejectedly.

"Ms. Wakako, since I'm a regular customer, could you lend me some money first? If I can't get the goods, my sister will break my legs when I get back."

Okada Wakako let out two slow laughs that were unique to old people. The laughs were gloomy and made people feel uncomfortable.

"It's because you're a regular customer that you can still talk to me now, instead of having two holes in your head and lying in a garbage dump in some corner."

"Money is the reason for losing friends." (Money is the reason for losing friends)

Wakako used a proverb to reject the yellow-haired boy's request for a loan without hesitation, and then suddenly changed the subject.

"However, I can give you an idea that will allow you to complete this task with half the money. It depends on whether you are willing to do it."

Wakako's lazy and slow tone was like waiting for a sheep to fall into the tiger's mouth. This was consistent with her usual personality. She talked about ideas, but her mind was all about business.

The little yellow-haired boy had no choice but to grit his teeth and nod.

"Very good." Wakako's artificial eye lit up blue, and a contact number was sent to the little yellow-haired boy's brain-computer.

"Mention my name when you meet me, maybe I'll give you a discount."

The little yellow-haired boy could only get up from the ground listlessly, get on a broken pickup truck, and drive out of Niuniu Street.

"Tanaka, get ready. If this guy is still alive, we'll go to Ser's place for dinner tomorrow."

Okada Wakako was like a tiger that had retracted its claws and fangs, and returned to the back room of the pachinko parlor.

The little yellow-haired boy, completely unaware that he was being used as a scout, drove his broken pickup truck for several blocks before he dared to park on the side of the road and called the contact number given by Wakako.

The other party's holographic phone avatar is a simple and plain, but huge shotgun, full of the violent aesthetic of "bigger is better".

"Which one?"

When the call was connected, the voice that came out was a very sweet and innocent female voice.

"Ms. Okada Wakako gave me your contact information. She said you can buy high-quality organic meat here."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then an address was given.

"Meet at this address in 20 minutes. 7000 euros, no bargaining. Remember to bring enough money."

The call was hung up abruptly, and the little yellow-haired boy had no choice but to head towards the address given on the other end of the phone.

The destination was in the northern part of Watson District. Little Yellow Hair passed by the entrance of the Whole Foods factory, walked around a few streets, and came to the entrance of an abandoned factory.

This place was originally an industrial area, but later the Vortex Gang broke out here, resulting in few ordinary people daring to walk on the streets at night.

What's more, this place is a remote area in the northern district and is sparsely populated.

The little yellow-haired boy got out of the car and was looking around when a Shigure submachine gun was pressed against his butt.

He raised his hands stiffly and turned his head at the other party's instruction.

What caught my eye was a loli with twin pigtails.

It was Rebecca.

Chapter 50 The Chef and the Knife

Rebecca chewed the gum in her mouth and asked in a sophisticated manner, "Did you bring the money?"

The little yellow-haired boy who was being pointed at by the gun raised his hands and nodded continuously.

Seeing that he was alone and had no heavy weapons on him, and seemed to be sincere in coming to trade, Rebecca lowered the submachine gun in her hand and kicked a metal box out from behind the bushes.

The little yellow-haired boy who often runs errands for his brother-in-law is very familiar with this kind of box. This constant temperature box is mainly used to preserve prosthetic bodies that have requirements for the environment, or to preserve precious high-quality organic meat.

At Rebecca's signal, the little yellow-haired boy opened the box, revealing several large pieces of bright red meat inside.

Although he couldn't tell what animal the meat was from, judging from its appearance, it was definitely organic meat. Only then did the little yellow-haired boy feel relieved and transferred the money to the other party.

The transaction was completed, and Rebecca left quickly without even saying goodbye.

For such new customers, it is inevitable to be cautious during the first transaction. After all, in Night City, the organic meat business is basically a seller's market.

However, this thing is really expensive, weighing two kilograms costs 5000 euros.

With her purse swelling rapidly, it was a luxury that Rebecca couldn't even dream of.

Back at her home in North Long Beach, Rebecca just opened the door and heard Pila's lewd laughter.

Rebecca, her veins about to pop out, walked forward aggressively and glanced at the computer page in front of Pyrrha, which showed the online store of a Mewtwo starlet named Lina Marina.

Pyrrha was drooling over the masturbation cup that was the same model as Lina's.

Rebecca kicked Pila off the chair and turned into the inner room amid his wailing.

Jiang Bing's mission made everyone a lot of money. Recently, in addition to rotating with others at Base No. 6, Pila has been staying at home shopping, and she has spent a lot of money on these things alone.

In fact, the last time the members of Team Mann received the commission from Mrs. Martinez, it only made their wallets fatter for a while.

These marginal walkers spend money like water in many aspects. The sense of crisis of walking between life and death makes most people do the first thing to strengthen their own strength when they have money.

The Rebecca Pila siblings have a lot of places where they need to spend money.

Pyrrha updated some of the prosthetics she had been coveting for a long time. In addition to purchasing a large number of restricted-level Mewtwo, she also bought a lot of modified accessories, which cost half of the commission. She also forced Rebecca to pay a part of it when she updated the prosthetics.

Although the remaining amount was quite a bit for daily consumption, Rebecca believed that his account would soon be empty enough to run an electronic mouse.

Rebecca, who earned nearly six-figure commissions for the first time, plus part of Pyrrha's money, finally had high-end subcutaneous armor implanted, a new Kirusi prosthetic eye, and a full set of shooting prostheses including a ballistic coordinator, which gave her considerable combat effectiveness.

At Pila's strong request, these prosthetics are all brand new original products, which is also the main reason for the budget explosion.

This is also due to employee benefits, Jiang Bing waived the installation fee.

Of course, this is also the reason why she dared to go to the transaction alone tonight.

Opening the freezer in the corner of the inner room, which was specially used to store organic meat, and looking at the little amount left inside, Rebecca knew that she would have to cross the dusty land again tomorrow to go to Mrs. Martinez to settle accounts and replenish stocks.

Rebecca got a headache thinking about those complicated accounts.