Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 788 - 254: Assassinations One After Another (3)

Even the drug dealers know it's best to keep the patient's illness lingering, slowly emptying all of his pocket money, so how come those selling Mewtwo can starve their customers to death by just watching a movie?

"We are merchants; if we want to make money, we cannot let our customers die. Dead people can't pay, or else we'd be just like those drug dealers who kill the goose that lays the golden eggs. For long-term business, reputation is the most important."

"It's best to limit the daily usage time of viewers. This way, the same length of Mewtwo can satisfy the customer's consumption for longer periods, and it also gives them time and incentive to find work to earn money to buy better-paid content."

"Additionally, I suggest we establish cooperative relationships with other Night City's industrial manufacturers to create Mewtwo for industry worker skill training, set up industrial memberships, and let employees undergo skill training through immersive Mewtwo. We make commissions in the process."

"Like the behavior chips used in military technology training?"

"Yes."

Not every job is as low-tech as an assembly line; trained and qualified employees have always been a crucial part of the internal operations of major enterprises.

Even in 2076, not all corporate dogs are office-bound lords; there's still a substantial number of frontline workers.

Owen nodded silently, many companies are already doing this, and there are ready-made products. If they could be consolidated, it would be another resource that could be exploited.

However, this would make the construction of the intranet critical. Hackers would definitely come in frequently to seek quick gains, selling pirated Mewtwo and data, unless... there's a very powerful network hacker group to maintain this intranet and design data fortresses to combat those external hackers.

Owen glanced at Lin Miao, whose determination to capture this project was evident. He sighed and said,

"It's a good idea. No wonder, Mr. Lin, you achieved such astonishing results in such a short time. Truly, one cannot judge a person by appearance."

Lin Miao smiled without a word. As long as this intranet construction succeeds, he can collect employee training processes from factories across various industries and then use them for his own benefit.

Some things may not seem important, but they're the valuable fruits of the predecessors' experience. Instead of slowly learning from mistakes, it's far better to establish a large database where everyone conveniently submits their data.

Even a seemingly mundane safety manual could have hidden behind every rule a cost in human lives or an accident.

As Lin Miao left his office, Owen reached under his desk and pressed a button. Suddenly, in the previously one-on-one discussion room, over ten holographic figures appeared, whispering among themselves about the things Lin Miao just mentioned, including the new type of neural modulator.

"Everyone."

Owen halted the discussion among the DMS board members and executives.

"What do you think about what he just said?"

"We don't need to take the risk and cooperate with a dying man."

An elderly board member with white hair spoke up,

"Horizon Corporation has already offended many people, with over six assassination attempts against him this week. No matter how good a dead man's words sound, they mean nothing to us and could lead to reprisals from Soviet Petrochemical, the Cubans, and Huang Ban."

Another board member, with a somewhat sinister look, interjected,

"Maybe we could send hackers, agents, or mercenaries to infiltrate their company and steal this technology for our own use, avoiding the need to cooperate with him."

Other board members also shared their thoughts,

"I think it's worth a try. Horizon Corporation is a spearhead inserted into Night City for military technology. Even if Lin Miao dies before they achieve their goals, the company wouldn't easily disband. Cooperation can continue."

"This is a good opportunity. If we give up and he turns to the Cooperation of 54 instead, it'll be too late to regret."

"Perhaps we can do as Owen suggested, pull several Super Dream companies into cooperation. As long as we unite, even Huang Ban will have to think twice before acting against us. We can also sign a separate agreement that if Horizon Corporation goes bankrupt or dissolves, DM will inherit the technological legacy..."

The board members had varied opinions, but none chose to reject the regulator technology brought by Lin Miao. At most, they indirectly wanted to acquire it for themselves.

Capital always flows toward avenues that can appreciate it. Lin Miao figured this out early on. He won't naively hold technology solely in his hands but will continually use new technology as bait to attract more companies to form an alliance of interests with him to combat enemies. Even with Huang Ban, Lin Miao has some interests in common.

As long as Lin Miao ensures that the benefits he brings to companies outweigh the losses, they won't easily abandon Horizon Corporation.

In essence, it's similar to Hansen's actions, differing in that he uses technological advantages, while Hansen employs geographical and network advantages.

What Owen and many at DMS possibly didn't expect is that right after Lin Miao left their company building, he encountered another attack, larger than before.

As Lin Miao stepped out of the DMS company doors, he immediately felt the gaze of at least six or seven different directions fall upon him, all full of hostility.

If it were only the Cuban Drug Trafficking Group, they definitely wouldn't have been able to organize so many assassination attempts in such a short time. There must have been support from various Night City gangs.

Lin Miao looked at a map and found that many players were nearby, seven or eight, but their levels were low, offering limited assistance.

The highly capable players were still in the Taiping Continent and Dog Town. Lin Miao hadn't specifically arranged for them to be his bodyguards – it wasn't necessary.

"Sigh..."

He sighed, spotting someone in the crowd on the right side of the street pulling out a submachine gun from under a coat and aiming at Lin Miao, pulling the trigger and riddling him with bullets. Simultaneously, a sniper on the top of the opposite building aimed and fired at Lin Miao's head.

The rest formed a blockade, cutting off all his escape routes, determined to pin down this guy interfering with their profits right here.