Cyberpunk: Become David’s Dad At The Beginning!

Arthur drove the motorcycle that Mitch gave him and rushed towards Night City.

I have to say that motorcycles are a very convenient means of transportation in many cases. At least Arthur thinks they are much easier to use than four-wheeled ones.

At this moment, the call suddenly came in.

"Well done, Arthur, you are still a treasure. The money will be transferred to your account immediately. You are happy, I am happy, and the customer is also happy. It is a true win-win situation for all three parties."

"Really? I'm not very happy. This mission is a bit deep. If there is a follow-up, you'd better take it easy."

Although Arthur didn't know what Thor wanted to do, but as the saying goes, finding wealth in danger must be unconventional.

Since we postponed the military technology side, we must choose the biotechnology side.

That's how things work in Night City, and there's no such thing as a golden mean.

"Zhuo, you don't need to tell me this kind of thing, I'm just a middleman!"

"Okay, I said before that I want to cooperate with you on something, do you remember?"

Arthur wanted to discuss cooperation with the old captain, which was actually about the sale of suppressors.

Although Night City is chaotic, certain rules still exist. If a suppressor like Arthur is sold through formal channels, then the rules must be followed.

For example, first do some animal experiments, then do some human experiments, and finally pass the safety inspection, and then go on the market for sale.

But after this set of procedures was completed, the day lilies were cold, and now Arthur seemed to have seen a beautiful beauty who had taken off her clothes. If he was asked to continue waiting, it would be better to let him die.

He is now very dissatisfied with the small house in Santo Domingo and must find a way to move out immediately.

"I remember, please tell me in detail?"

The old captain didn't think there was anything surprising. In fact, there were many people in Night City who wanted to negotiate business with middlemen.

Some people want to sell some information to them, the middlemen, such as what color underwear the Night City congressman is wearing today.

Some people want to get rid of the hot potato in their hands, such as the car they just snatched or stole from a certain congressman.

The battlefield of Night City is the battlefield of intelligence. Countless intelligence is flying around here. Some are true and some are false. It is difficult for anyone to tell. Some information is even very outrageous, so outrageous that it is unbelievable, but this kind of information is real.

I can’t tell the difference between true and false, I really can’t tell the difference!

"I want to sell some goods through the channels you have. As you know, I had cyberpsychosis before. Later, I made a special suppressor through research. The specific capabilities are probably similar to the suppressor, but only once. Buy it and enjoy it for life, this is good news for common people, how about it? Am I a great saint?"

"You'd better ask the people you hacked to death whether you are a great saint. If the thing is indeed what you said, there is no problem in selling it through my channels, but I will charge a 5% handling fee. "

"No way, old captain, I am also your sailor after all. Wouldn't it hurt feelings to talk about money? I am more or less doing things for Night City, right?"

"Zhuo, I'm not the mayor of Night City. Whether you do things for Night City or not is none of my business. Besides, talking about money hurts feelings, and talking about feelings hurts money."

After hearing what the old captain said, Arthur couldn't help but complain in his heart. Sure enough, people in Night City are money-oriented.

It's really pure, it's all about interests, not mixed with any emotion.

Unlike himself, he is probably the most humane person in the entire Night City.

I worked tirelessly to take out the suppressor developed by the system and help the common people of Night City. As expected, I am the great saint.

"Okay, I originally planned to add 20% to the cost price as the selling price. Since you want another 5%, then let's add 25%. There is no other way. Who calls me a good person?"

The old captain almost choked to death when he heard this.

Good guy, if you are a good person, you should take 5% from your share instead of adding 5% to the selling price.

What's the difference between your approach and that of a corporate dog?

"Then I'll wait for your good news. That's it for today. Keep in touch Arthur."

After a while, Arthur finally returned to Night City, and it was already dusk.

But now there are no cars on the street, and the dim yellow sunlight shines on the entire land, coating everything with a yellow light.

It's a pity that when this kind of scene appears in Night City, it will only have a sense of doomsday twilight, and will not have a warm feeling at all.

There are many homeless people sitting on the street. They just sit there in a daze, not even bothering to beg.

Gangs with large tattoos on their bodies gather in any corner, and they can survive better than cockroaches.

From time to time, there will be a supercar, and the roaring sound of the engine passing by on the street seems to be shocking.

Many people say that Night City is a good place. Many people have traveled thousands of miles to come to this city from all over the world. It is full of opportunities and can do anything. It tolerates everything here and you may get something. Love and happiness, getting delicious food, and even being corrupted, here you will find the best Mewtwo technology and unparalleled prosthetic transformation.

Here you can become a superhuman and ignore the laws of living things, just like getting a technological version of the 12-spell.

It sounded like a dream city, but Arthur knew it wasn't.

This is a city of sin, and hell is not as good as Night City.

Because everything I just said does not belong to you, it is something that only a few people in Night City can enjoy.

And those very few people are sitting on the throne on the ladder of bones made by the frantic efforts of countless ants.

Here ordinary people are just data. If your data is too ugly, they will even directly exclude you from Night City.

It's like a bad land, like Taipingzhou~

You think you will become one of the few people, but in fact you will only become that ant.

But everyone actually has dreams. From this aspect, Night City is a good place because it has created dreams.

Because only in this place can you realize the dream in your heart. The most chaotic places often hide the greatest opportunities.

Arthur silently watched what was happening on the street. After a while, he unscrewed the key from the motorcycle and stuffed it into his pocket. He silently took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and entered the elevator. within.

The elevator rose slowly. The TV in the elevator was playing News Channel 54. The host was vigorously promoting how good the recent employment situation was and how prosperous Night City was.

Seeing this situation, Arthur could only congratulate the bosses of Night City for being one step closer to buying the Sword of the Lake Lady.

The person who came up with this statistical method is definitely a genius. He should win the Fields Medal and should not be trapped in the TV station.