Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 756 - 244: What’s the Most Important Thing in Life?

The randomly generated appearance of players isn't too ugly, typically just average.

But players soon discovered they could undergo cosmetic surgery through cybernetic doctors or ERO, massively mechanizing their faces and customizing their looks like a sex doll.

When it comes to looks, you could say the handsome ones are all the same, while the ugly ones each have their unique traits, with more than one or two sporting middle part hairstyles and suspenders crashing into each other.

Only people like the big shots and Potato, who don't care at all about others' opinions on appearance, would maintain their native appearance.

As Mystic and Nether Elders said, after dying once and resurrecting, you'd need to spend money on cosmetic surgery again, so it's better to invest that money in strengthening yourself; a little ugliness doesn't matter, as looks can't be eaten.

However, the not-so-good-looking face paired with the aura of having just killed someone significantly lowered the Frenchman's impression of him, equating him to a street thug mercenary in his mind.

At the same time, he realized that the person in front of him was probably not the Rorschach who had previously contacted his subordinates.

"I don't care what happened between you guys, but in three days, my people need to see 10 tons of pure water here."

[Side Quest: Smuggling (1)]

[Quest Background: It seems that guests from Europe are fond of some specialties of Night City; perhaps we should help them. A gentleman should support others' achievements.]

[Quest Description: The BOSS already knows about the situation here, and he's quite interested in opening a smuggling route to Europe, so feel free to negotiate. Price is not an issue for him.]

[Quest Reward: 50% of the smuggling profits per ton will form a prize pool shared by all players involved in the smuggling route, with monthly dividends, and the funds can be used to purchase products from Horizon Corporation at a 5% discount.]

NICE!

All players present received the same task notification, which was undoubtedly an enormous surprise encouraging them to participate, especially with that (1), clearly indicating that this was just the beginning, with much more to smuggle later.

But unfortunately, the colossal profits from smuggling only belong to the middlemen, not the raw material suppliers.

Since they need to sell products at a price lower than the market price to be competitive, in other words, the price per ton of pure water must be below 3,000 Orokin. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"Why should I believe you've got the channels?"

The two Frenchmen in the car didn't even bother to give the big shot and Sword Saint a proper look, their soul-deep arrogance and contempt palpable without words.

With the BOSS backing him, the big shot wasn't intimidated by this Frenchman, directly throwing over a soldier's certificate—something every player who transitioned into a different job has the qualification for. The big shot was already at the junior lieutenant level.

"I was present at the battle between Horizon Corporation and the Chaotic Blade Association in Big Sur."

"I commanded the Big Sur Water Plant's construction project."

"You tell me if I'm qualified or not?"

Upon hearing the big shot's self-disclosure, the Frenchmen were stunned.

Turns out, it was the real deal looking for them, no wonder the local snake was done in.

That's why he showed a bit of interest, just a bit.

"Humph, fine, I want to see 10T of pure water here in three days, and as for the money, I'll give you 15K."

"At least 250K."

The big shot unhesitatingly rejected their offer, countering with an even larger number.

"I'll deliver 100 tons of pure water."

The big shot didn't know the company's cost for producing a bottle of water, but based on his investigation while stationed in Big Sur, the cost per 1KG of water wouldn't exceed 0.5 Euros and was further decreasing as industrial-scale production expanded.

In other words, the higher the unit price, the more profit players could share.

What do Europeans take this water back for?

To sell, of course, and the big shot judged that their profit margin couldn't be less than twentyfold.

".....You're crazy."

The Frenchman squinted at the big shot. He didn't mind the price, in fact, he thought it was too cheap.

"We don't need that much."

Rare things are more precious; his purpose for getting these things is actually the same as Rorschach's, replacing high-end water bottles from within the European Community and then sending them to major hotels and even government supplies through his channels to replace the original goods, thereby reaping huge profits.

Take back 100T at once?

It'd take 200K bottles to pack, with such a sudden emergence of high-end goods, do they think those companies are fools?

"That's your problem. If you can't take my goods, I'll find other buyers."

The big shot regained control from their hands, asking Sword Saint for a bottle of water and twisting off the cap, pouring it out onto the ground. Clear and transparent water flowed down like a pillar, splattering into droplets upon hitting the ground.

"Nobody in the world can produce smuggling goods of this purity other than Horizon Corporation. Once we open our mouths, buyers could line up from Gemstone Cyan all the way to Huangban Tower."

"Remember, in this world, people can live without implants, but everyone needs to drink water, so it's not me begging you to buy."

"It's you begging me to sell."

Horizon Corporation set the price for bottled pure water at 1.5 Euros, directly breaking Night City's drinking water market pricing, radiating at an alarming speed. The beverage market across California faced seismic-level turbulence, and as the Ye family and military technology companies also began building water plants, this would only expand further.

If it weren't for Lin Miao adhering to a principle of a water plant supplying a 500-kilometer radius, his goods would appear in mainland Europe by tomorrow.