The Creators: From Night City

"One more thing, Boss." Gloria ruffled Haley's hair again.

"Haley wants us to find his brother."

No matter how sensible the precocious little girl is, she still cannot understand the true laws governing how society works. She only tries to understand things by imitating others through daily observation and thinking.

From daily observations, from Rebecca's words, and from her own shallow life experience, Haley summed up a concept that she believed to be correct.

The client pays the money and the middleman does the work.

If she gives money, everyone will help her find her brother.

Haley struggled to unscrew the lid of the glass bottle in her arms and poured a pile of loose banknotes onto the ground. The money was both her wages and pocket money given to her by Mrs. Martinez, David, Rebecca and others.

A considerable portion of it was the money Haley earned from rummaging through trash cans.

There are special fully automatic receiving machines on the streets and alleys of Night City, and many small grocery stores also do second-hand goods business part-time.

Rebecca helped her friends sell goods a lot. She always managed to sell everything and even got a high price far exceeding the normal market price.

The little girl gathered all the coins together and presented them to Jiang Bing.

She has counted this money countless times.

"Hailey has 868.3. If that's not enough, Haley can save some more."

Jiang Bing took the banknotes and looked at the other person's face which was pretending to be mature.

"That's enough Hailey, maybe even more."

When Jiang Bing looked up, his eyes met Gloria's. They both knew that Haley's brother was no longer alive.

The little girl knew it even though she was afraid.

However, this did not prevent Jiang Bing from accepting the commission, even though he thought with his toes that it must involve those inhuman gangs, many equally inhuman companies, and fat-headed politicians.

Every tragic event that happened in Night City was closely related to these bigwigs.

If you compete with them, 868.3 euros may not even be enough to cover the gas money.

But it doesn’t matter, since Boss Jiang is happy about it.

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[Hello everyone, I am the host Stan. It has been almost two weeks since the once-in-a-century sandstorm. Have you noticed any changes?

Yes, tickets to Atlanta are reduced!

This was achieved thanks to the fact that the bastards from the Luan Dao Society were mysteriously covered under the thick yellow sand. It was precisely because of their absence that the cost of traveling through the Badlands was greatly reduced.

What are the residents of Night City waiting for? The Night City to Atlanta tourist line opened by Ye's Company is currently on hot promotion. The cost of seven days and eight nights is only 6999 euros, and it also comes with a free high-value death insurance.

My heart is beating…………】

A middle-aged man dressed as a worker sneered at the host's outrageous performance on TV and complained to his friends.

"This idiot is talking nonsense again. What is he doing in Atlanta? Eating garbage?"

During the Unification War, Atlanta was nearly razed to the ground by the warring parties. Most of the high-rise buildings were destroyed, and even now, half of the city is still piled with huge amounts of construction waste.

"Hey, he must have taken some bad money again, that's normal."

The Coronado Ranch still remained in the half-dead state it was in when Jiang Bing left.

There is garbage all over the ground, black smoke in the air, and abandoned houses everywhere, but the obvious difference is that there are significantly fewer unemployed workers wandering around the streets.

"Kadel Garcia, that's the name of Haley's brother." Jiang Bing, David, and Lucy stood on the street, explaining the information of this family search mission.

"She worked for a medium-sized construction company called East Company on Jerez Street, along with her father, Dill Garcia."

This was the first time David carried out a mission alone with Lucy, and he seemed very excited.

"Don't worry, Boss. I've got it all in mind."

"Well, safety first."

Chapter 87: Scoundrels

Watching the two people turn across the street, Jiang Bingcai got into the car and headed to his home in Coronado Ranch, which he had not returned to for a long time.

Strictly speaking, only David and Lucy participated in the mission to find Haley's relatives. Jiang Bing was forced by Gloria to come out of retirement and go to Coronado Farm to solve the recent troubles that old Logan had encountered.

There's no way. [Anti-Entropy]'s business has been growing rapidly recently, and everyone else is either busy training new employees, handling official business, or farming.

The oxen and horses were simply unable to put down the burdens on their shoulders, so they had no choice but to trouble Boss Jiang, who was about to be transferred to the Evil Land, to go on an outing.

It would have been more appropriate for him to handle this matter.

The gate of Jiang Bing's two-story Dabieye was closed tightly. Although no one had lived there for a while, there had been no burglaries. I guess old Logan, as his neighbor, had put in a lot of effort.

Standing on the dusty balcony, Jiang Bing saw at a glance that the yard next to him was bustling with people.

Thinking about Gloria's instructions, Jiang Bing went downstairs, wondering if this was the trouble that old Logan had encountered recently.

The old cowboy who lost a leg is becoming more and more energetic. His new job from [Anti-Entropy] seems to have given him a second spring, and he has completely changed from the decadent attitude of counting the days in the past.

Seeing the boss Jiang Bing coming, he left the crowd in an uproar, signaled his assistant to receive him first, and turned around to take Jiang Bing to the inner room.

The room was extremely simple. Apart from a few new pieces of furniture that he had recently purchased after receiving his salary from Anti-Entropy, all other items looked very old.

This is normal. As a Night City worker who has been unemployed for a long time, there is no pension to receive.

As for savings, it can be said that in Night City, as long as you are not in debt, you are already better than 80% of people.

"Boss, I didn't expect you to come here in person for this matter."

"You're the Human Resources Director of [Anti-Entropy]. Gloria took your situation very seriously."

Jiang Bing, the hands-off boss, has no awareness of being a company owner, and his words and actions sound like he is working for Gloria.

But he was not joking. Old Logan had not lived in vain for most of his life. In the circle of grassroots workers in the entire Coronado farm, he could basically speak to everyone. With good interpersonal relationships and the sharp eyesight honed by decades of experience in the world, the position of human resources director was destined to be him.

When [Anti-Entropy] needed manpower, the old cowboy raised his arm and actually gathered a lot of people in a short period of time.

At the beginning, dozens of workers who had worked with him before joined [Anti-Entropy] with trust in Old Logan and headed to the Bad Land with a desperate mentality.

Anyway, everyone was fired by the biotechnology company and was sitting at home, overwhelmed by the daily necessities of life. The appearance of old Logan was like a ray of hope, giving these unemployed workers who were almost unable to make ends meet a way out.

Although we are going out of the city to work in the bad land.

But even without the well-reputed old Logan as a guarantee, there would probably be a lot of people who would grit their teeth and give it a try.

After all, in 2076, a year of advanced technology and comprehensive mechanization, there is really an oversupply of labor. Even if a scavenger reveals his identity and recruits workers, there will be a large number of low-level unemployed workers rushing to sign up.

There is no way, the people at the bottom of society only have strength and a miserable life.

Both of these are very cheap in Night City and are becoming less and less valuable.

So, when the first wave of workers who went to the Bad Land returned home on their day off with pockets full of money, it was like returning home in triumph.

It can be considered as returning home in glory and wealth.

You have to know that good jobs are not circulated on the market, but only transmitted through blood, mother-to-child transmission and sex.

It can be called cyber AIDS.

When a job opportunity with a 996 schedule, free food and accommodation, a monthly salary of 4000 euros, overtime pay and overtime work is placed in front of these low-level workers who have families and are about to be driven to death by poverty, what they get in return is an extremely active desire for the reins like cattle and horses.

This is also the main reason why [Anti-Entropy] has expanded at an unusual speed recently and has not fallen into the dilemma of having no one available.

In just a month, Duke's agricultural department expanded to more than 20 people, and the infrastructure team has always maintained a size of more than 30 people. Gloria is directly in charge of the logistics staff who do things like moving goods, sweeping and cleaning, and daily maintenance. There is also a security team under Mann that has grown to more than 20 people.

Not counting the more than 100 drivers of Adecado, the number of employees of [Anti-Entropy] has expanded to about 100.

Most of these people come from Coronado Farm and are carefully selected by Old Logan.

It turned out that his eyes were as sharp as ever. Except for one or two petty thieves, everyone else was honest and decent.

It is worth mentioning that these hundreds of strong laborers have a monthly salary expenditure of less than 60 yuan.

It's just a matter of the "clear soup masters" of Night City eating a dozen more fish on their tables.

"Are they all here looking for jobs?"

Jiang Bing glanced at the noisy workers outside and raised a question.

Old Logan scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"No, Boss, are they here to report the situation?"

Boss Jiang got off to a bad start and was badly slapped in the face.

"Reaction situation?"

When it comes to this, Old Logan gets angry.

"These people outside are all our future recruits for [Anti-Entropy]. I've personally checked out each of them. They're all hardworking and diligent. I guarantee there won't be any slick-talking, disloyal people."

"But recently, just like what I reported to Director Gloria, they've all received death threats. Someone threatened to kill their entire family if they dared to join Anti-Entropy."

Hearing what Old Logan said, Jiang Bing frowned.

Where did this X come from? He is so arrogant and dares to touch the taboo.

Old Logan, as the first player of Coronado Farm, is no pushover, especially after joining [Anti-Entropy], he can enjoy the shade under the big tree.

Not only did the chief eunuch Gloria allocate him a large amount of "activity funds", she also gave him several positions in the [Anti-Entropy] human resources department, and assigned him as the supervisor.

Old Logan immediately used these resources to build a small team. Now he has both men and guns, and with the connections he has accumulated on the Coronado Ranch over the past few decades, he is no worse than an ordinary middleman.

He is not a person who just sits there and does nothing. Just a few days after the threat incident, he found out the murderer behind it.

"That son of a bitch scab Vic Vega must have done it."

When the name was mentioned, Old Logan gritted his teeth, and it was obvious that there was an old grudge between the two.

"He can't bear to see us, the workers who dig up the land, get any good things. Only he can do such a thing as giving birth to a child without an anus."

Jiang Bing tapped his cane, signaling the other party to calm down.

"He is just a mad dog raised by the company, specially used to bite the vulnerable people like us at the bottom." Old Logan sighed.

"It seems you know him well."

"Of course." The old cowboy's nostrils flared slightly and he breathed heavily.

"I've been keeping an eye on him. After all, my son died at his hands."

Chapter 88 Armed Wage Demand

Jiang Bing never asked about the other party's family. After all, death was commonplace in Night City. There was no need to bring up the past and add to the sadness.

But today the other party took the initiative to talk about it, so Jiang Bing naturally listened to the other party patiently.

“My son is also a worker.”

Old Logan lit a cigarette and took a deep puff.

"He was brilliant and well-liked, but he was a bit hot-blooded and reckless."

The tobacco, which was infused with too much technology and ruthlessness, was extremely spicy, and almost choked Old Logan to tears.

"Once, he and his fellow workers felt that the workload was not commensurate with the pay, so they demanded a wage increase. He led a strike and protest."

'Then what? '

"The first bird to stick its head out gets shot. This idiot doesn't even think about why others let him take the lead."

Old Logan's eyes were filled with pain. "Of course, it could also be that I set a bad example for him. In this damn Night City, there's always a price to pay for blindly stepping forward."

"I paid for this."

Old Logan patted his broken leg.

"He didn't have the good luck of an old man like me. He lost his life in a muddle."

The father sighed deeply, as if spitting out the bitterness of his first half of life.

“Vic Vega is the president of the Workers’ Union in Santo Domingo.”

Talking about this sworn enemy, the old cowboy sneered, but still felt unsatisfied, so he turned around and spat on the ground.

"Bullshit workers' unions, bullshit official agencies, bullshit speaking out for workers. These people are colluding with officials and businessmen. I'd rather use them to manage us poor people."

"Every one of these bastard companies deserves to be hanged on the streetlights."