Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 757 - 244: What’s the Most Important Thing in Life? (Part 2)

There's definitely someone cleaner than me, but there's absolutely no one cleaner and cheaper.

"..."

Before the man could speak, the French woman beside him opened her mouth first. Her already beautiful face took on a mesmerizing look, her slender eyes seemed to captivate one's soul.

"Oh~ dear Raphael, it seems you can't satisfy this gentleman's appetite."

After speaking, she cast a sultry wink at the big shot.

Who is the big shot? How could he possibly fall for such allure!

Let's enjoy a bit of eye candy first.

As the saying goes, men can say they don't want it, but they can't say they can't do it, especially when their female companion says they can't do it—it's intolerable.

Raphael pondered for a moment; indeed, the quantity of this batch is a bit large, he couldn't manage it alone, he'd have to use some connections to contact the French local water company over there.

Even subtracting air freight logistics fees and greasing the wheels, 100T of pure water can still bring him very considerable profits.

At least 100 grand W won't run away; this makes more than smuggling any cyberware.

"Alright, 100T of goods, 250,000 Orokin, cash on delivery one week later."

Lost in making eye contact with the other party, the big shot only snapped out of it when the Sword Saint pinched his butt, embarrassingly emphasizing

"That's 100T per month."

"....."

Raphael was thoroughly shocked, 100T per month, buddy, what's your position in your company?

To dare smuggle so much, you're really bold, aren't you afraid your boss will cut off your head?

You're not afraid to die, but I'm afraid to die.

Even idiots should know there's a problem when so much high-end water appears in the market monthly without reason.

But in the end, faced with the overwhelming profit, Raphael, who grew up in a consumerist and capitalist struggle, had not the slightest resistance. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

His self-prided willpower was vulnerable in front of money.

'With this money, I can run for councilman, then bring more people into trouble to cover for me....'

His shaken gaze appeared for just a moment before it immediately firmed up.

How could a capitalist warrior seasoned by money give up due to a small setback?

"Deal."

"But you must ensure your supply won't have issues. I heard Soviet Petrochemical might trouble you soon, better be careful."

"Rest assured."

The big shot was quite surprised, not expecting to get news of the next copy from this guy's mouth, which turned out to be a pleasant surprise, he patted his chest.

"Here, Soviet Petrochemical's word isn't everything, it's my word that matters."

"I said the calculation!"

"?"

The French were completely baffled, the English the other party spoke couldn't even be accurately translated by translators, was it some kind of dialect?

After discussing some details, this batch of expensive hovercars took their bodyguards and soared into the sky, heading towards the airport.

Smuggling such illegal activities wouldn't have any paper contracts; everyone's business is based on trust.

The big shot, having negotiated the deal, strutted like a victorious rooster, proudly heading below. Other players confirmed in their task bar that they had received the task, with a countdown for task completion in their personal bar.

Facing the upcoming total monthly income of 110 grand, no one would be unhappy, even if it breaks down to just a couple of thousand bucks, it's almost their earnings after busying for several days.

Moreover, this is just the beginning; the future will inevitably hold great prospects!

"Brother Xun, you're amazing, didn't expect a day would come when you illiterate could do business with foreigners, and it's the French, you might have avenged Lü Bu from back in the day."

After coming down, Potato was the first to embrace the big shot, wrapping his arm around the big shot's neck and started bragging, which the big shot greatly enjoyed.

"Oh, it's nothing, just trying to get welfare for the brothers."

Potato laughed heartily

"The issue is, how do you plan to transport the water to Dog Town?"

"100T, even calculated by box, will need at least 50 small trucks to bring into Dog Town, if we buy bottled water from the market, it's pure loss business, have you thought of any way?"

"....."

The big shot was stunned, he hadn't really thought about this issue, the joy brought by eye contact with the beauty vanished in an instant.

Even if the boss is willing to provide 100KG of pure water, the problem is how could he deliver it to Dog Town?

Change the delivery point?

The problem is, they've already flown away!

"Hey! You didn't leave me your contact! Let's chat more!"

No matter how hard the big shot shouted into the sky, the already flown hovercar wouldn't turn back.

"Ah—no way, need to deal with the Cleaner in seven days, at least think of a way to find and control their channels for smuggling to Dog Town."

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As one of the oldest gangs in Night City history, the Cleaner's network rooted here arguably covers every corner of Night City, and the threshold for joining and leaving is extremely low, they have no special attire, theoretically anyone you see on the street could have worked in the Cleaner, or have some connection with them.

As long as you're short on money, want to 'get' some cyberware to deliver to those black doctors in exchange for cash, soon a Cleaner will take the initiative to pull you in, with countless company people having entanglements with the Cleaner.

No matter how many people they've offended, or how many times they've been suppressed and cleared by NCPD or other big gangs, the Cleaners forever exist.

They're the city's lowest-level dissectors, and the most direct representation of the city's evil.