Cyberpunk: 2075

"A good friend?"

Listening to Karl's words, Sol snorted, looked away from V, and looked at Karl, his eyes much kinder: "How is she doing in the city recently, is she still throwing a tantrum? "

Listening to these words asking how Panan was doing, a previous guess in Karl's mind was now confirmed.

Co-author Panan really lost his temper because of something and left the tribe. It was completely different from V who was kicked out of the tribe like a pitiful puppy.

"Karl, don't express your true feelings openly in chat, can't you hide it?"

"I thought you were really taciturn today V."

After teasing V, Karl responded to Thor’s question:

"It's okay. She was quite energetic when I saw her recently. She even had a fight with Rogge before."

"I had a fight with Rogge..."

Sol shook his head after hearing this: "Still the same temper."

"Well, that's just her temper."

Thinking about the several meetings he had with Panan, she was always in such a hurry, Karl turned the topic back to route negotiation:

"So, there's no problem now, right?"

"If you know that girl's temperament, I guess you have had a lot of contact with her. Since it's because of her, then so be it."

Sol sighed: "It seems that she doesn't agree with my approach. She said she would find a way in the city, but she really found a way."

What do you disagree with and what do you want to find a solution for?

Karl couldn't help but glance at V again.

"Calling Panan over for dinner later, Oliver and the others will also get to know each other."

"Panan and I..."

"Panan is also a friend of mine. What do you want to say? Do you want to say that you two have nothing to do with each other?"

V continued to be as quiet as a chicken.

Jack and Oliver stared at V sideways. It was foreseeable that V's situation would not be too good after returning. The team trial with four votes in favor and one abstention would have to go through at least one round.

Carl still remembers what happened at the last party at Arasaka Tower, where V showed off his food all by himself, and he watched helplessly, so they just went back together to find a reason to take revenge.

However, negotiation is still important in the future.

"How about it, can we talk about the division now?"

Karl looked at Sol, whose doubts were all gone after saying Panan, and whose face was now full of uncontrollable excitement: "Follow the rules of the city or the rules of your wanderer tribe?"

"Which rules do you follow..."

Thor fell into thinking again, seeming to be weighing which one was better. How could Karl know the rules of the city and the rules of the Rangers tribe? While Thor was thinking, he connected to Mr. Jason.

"Mr. Jensen, do you still remember the business we discussed before? According to your many years of corruption experience, generally speaking, what percentage do you need for this kind of business, and how do you divide it?"

"I only embezzled and never did business. I didn't even pay for food at the breakfast cart. You ask me?"

"Useless NCPD."

"Click."

Hearing the sound of hanging up, Mr. Jensen, who was processing documents in the office and almost numb from processing, was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed, and he replied in the message: "I am a police officer. Do you know the police? You actually asked the police what the smuggling fee was!”

"Oh, as the deputy director of Night City, I still don't understand this kind of business. Mr. Johnson, you should step down as soon as possible and let Andy take over."

"He took office not long ago!"

"Just tell me if you are the deputy director."

After hearing these words, Mr. Jensen was silent for a moment, and then contacted his niece. After a little inquiry, he gave the answer: "We want 3.50%. If the transportation route you mentioned is smooth and smooth in the future, If so, we can ask for 30% less.”

Three point five percent?

Taking into account the unconditional release of checkpoints and the disregard of transportation in the city, 3.50% should not be too much.

Karl, who had no experience as a middleman, asked Oliver to call his father and ask: "Dad, the deputy director of the NCPD wants three point five, how much do you want?"

"You can come as you like. We will be responsible for the transportation and sales in Santo Domingo and the city. 30% should be enough. I have estimated the value that route can bring. 30% is enough for the Sixth Street Gang." Charging street protection fees will maintain the status quo. If the route becomes larger in the future, we can expand the number of personnel and equipment.”

"Do you want 30%?"

While forwarding his father's words to Karl, Oliver continued to ask: "Is 30% enough? You have just taken over, can the people below you accept it?"

"I still have some skills. Don't underestimate me. You really think you can be more capable than me just by hanging around outside, right? Moreover, the Sixth Street Gang is the Sixth Street Gang. You are you, and this business is your hard work." Don’t take any less of what you have worked so hard for. I represent the Sixth Street Gang to do this business, and 30% is more than enough.”

We worked so hard to pull it up?

Oliver was silent for a moment. After all, he was too embarrassed to tell his father that they just had a sudden idea, and then they involved the NCPD, gangs, and homeless people. In the end, he only replied, "I understand."

‘Then that’s sixty-five percent. "

Carl understood after reading the news: "The Rangers are responsible for the bad soil with the worst environment on this trip, and they should also ask for 30%. Then we will negotiate the price, let them get 2.5, and we will get the rest in the long run. 10% is worthy of the job of intermediary liaison."

"Isn't 10% too much?"

Jack asked, "We seem to have just taken the lead."

"Taking the lead is also a skill."

Although he said so, Carl, who didn't feel that he had done anything, felt that he had been with V for a long time and was about to get the homeless poverty syndrome. He always thought that the amount of work he did would be equal to the amount of his bottom line.

At worst, we can suppress it. We take half. There are five people in our team, and each person must take at least 1%.

Carl thought so, but what he didn't expect was that he was now facing a group of homeless people.

After careful consideration, Sol tentatively proposed a ratio that he thought was very high:

"According to the rules of our wanderers, we should take 20%, right?

When saying this, Sol's heart was actually beating faintly. He was a little worried that he had lost the business that Panam attracted in the city, and Panam would rush back and point at his nose and scold him. As an old wanderer, he knew that this route would make a fortune. 10% was enough for their tribe to survive, and 15% of the likes would be enough to upgrade most of the equipment. 20% was really a bit exaggerated.

"20%?"

Listening to Carl's questioning question, Sol felt regretful in his heart. When he was about to say that he was wrong and wanted to guarantee the bottom line of 10%, he didn't expect that he would receive Carl's somewhat surprising reply.

"Then 20%."

'It's less!

This was Sol's deeper regretful thought that immediately rose after the regret subsided.