Cyberpunk: 2075

"Karl, are you interested in chatting?"

Just after transporting the exoskeleton to the warehouse he had chartered in Watson District, Carl received a call from Roger.

"Roger?"

Karl was a little confused and asked: "Is there any work, small work, big work?"

"No, I'm not ready enough to let you do the work...

Roger said, "I mean, you're rich."

"Get rich?"

Karl understood something instantly and looked back at the warehouse he had rented for five hundred euros a month.

"As expected of a top-notch intermediary, I just put it away and you called."

"In Night City, few things are hidden from me.'

Rogge, who admitted without any embarrassment, said: "This thing probably won't be easy for you to deal with. Give me a price and I'll be willing to take it over."

"Are you sure we have no interest in using it ourselves?"

"When one drives out and rumbles, half of the night city will know about the military technology logo. Do you want to use it?"

There was a hint of smile in Rogge's voice: "You're so pretentious, KK. I've seen countless young mercenaries like you. If you want to raise the price, no problem, I'll pay 160,000 euros." "

The official purchase price of a machine is 180,000 euros, and Rogge is willing to pay 160,000 euros. To be honest, this price is already very respectable.

Second-hand goods are always difficult to deal with. Even if they are brand-new second-hand goods, second-hand dealers usually cut them in half when they meet. The price Roger gave is almost as good as the new price.

It has to be said that the sincerity shown by Rogge was so sufficient that the eyes of Oliver and Jack, who were watching Karl's text on the channel, lit up.

"Wait a moment, I'll ask my companions for their opinion.

,

Karl said that, but in his heart, he already wanted to talk about this business.

The price is indeed decent, and to be honest, it’s hard to refuse.

"Forty thousand euros per person, this deal is okay."

This was T-BUG's opinion, and Jack and Oliver didn't answer, just nodded.

This price has exceeded expectations. Even if they thought about second-hand disposal, their inner price was only eight.

Around 90,000, more people would only think of 100,000 or 100,000. To be honest, 160,000 like this has never been thought of at all.

"It seems we can't keep it for ourselves."

After talking about the situation, Karl got the consent of his companions and gave Rogge a reply: "Send someone to get it later. Do you need the warehouse password?"

"Your warehouse, including other warehouses around it, are all under my control."

No wonder.

His hands and eyes can reach the sky.

"drop."

When the 160,000 euros arrived, Rogge gave it quite decisively. Karl had to admire this neatness.

Should I say it or not, I still have to be the most powerful middleman in Night City, and I will give him 160,000 euros as soon as I say so.

After dividing the money with his companions, the brief communication with Rogge ended.

Finally regaining consciousness and taking a look at the exoskeleton in the warehouse that no longer belonged to them, Karl shook his head: "The hot but delicious potato is for sale."

For mercenaries like them, exoskeletons are really not suitable in the city, so this is already the best solution.

"In the future, when we have people in the bad land, we can try to put the newly acquired gadgets there."

Oliver also has some nostalgia for exoskeletons. After all, this kind of thing looks really cool: "In the city, you can't use this thing. Everyone will know it once you use it."

"Forget it, everything is settled anyway."

Jack looked at the sky and said, "It's almost midnight. What do you mean, go back and rest?"

Hearing the topic of going back, Karl thought of something and called his teammates: "T-BUG."

"What's up?"

"Let's get together. Didn't we agree that it's time for the team to meet in reality? By the way, I'll take the dog back for you to renovate. How about going to Oliver's place? Do you know the address?"

"Today?"

T-BUG's voice hesitated for a moment: "Okay, then I'll come over now. Can you guys be there in half an hour?"

"It'll take about fifty minutes."

Oliver is still looking forward to the arrival of his companions, but he also has his own considerations about time: "We will buy more food on the way so that we can save money on ordering takeout. Can you drink?"

"Not much, but a little is fine."

"Okay, I'll buy according to quantity. If you get drunk by then, go upstairs and sleep in Karl's room. The three of us will sleep in my room. This will save you the trouble of having to go home all the way when you're drunk."

"Um?"

Listening to Oliver's words, there was something strange in T-BUG's voice: "Why do you talk about being a gentleman, Oliver? This doesn't quite match your personality."

"We are all friends after all. I'm not a stupid idiot. I will still pay attention to what I should pay attention to."

"That's the truth."

Karl nodded beside him: "Don't worry, T-BUG, I still have a cleaning robot to clean up my room.

At the price of 100 euros a month, you can rest assured when the time comes. If you can’t sleep, you can watch Mewtwo. The Mewtwo that I put on the second row of the shelf, “Counting Sheep to Sleep,” is quite hypnotic. You can do it then. Sleep with that peace of mind. "

"Okay, that's what you said. I'll meet you in front of Oliver's house in fifty minutes. Remember to give me the ball first."

"Not Bella?!"

"It's obviously Sir Wangwang!"

I'm convinced.

Looking at the people who were arguing again in the voice channel because of the dog's name, Carl felt that the gentlemanly demeanor Oliver showed just now was eaten by the dog.

They have been arguing for several days, and there is still no decision?

Anyway, using the mechanical dog only requires connecting it, and the name is not important. If it doesn't work, just use BallBellaWangwang Sir. All the names are available, and the three of them are guaranteed to be satisfied.

It must be the fault of Fujiwara Ryōnaga. Why didn't he buy three bionic mechanical dogs? If there were three, wouldn't there be no quarrel?

That guy is still dead relaxed, and he doesn't even think about the unity of other teams.

Listening to the buzzing in the communication, Carl, who was sitting in the back row, sighed again and again.

The issue of team unity is really too important, so important that everyone can gamble their lives to cover others,

but they can quarrel for a long time for a dog's name.

This team of four people can quarrel like this. I don't know how people like Mann manage their own teams.

I still have a lot to learn.

Thinking about the members, Carl looked at V's number which was dim in the communication, indicating that it was out of signal or not online. After thinking for a while, he sent him a message.

How is the family life now? If it is not going well, I welcome you to come to Night City to play. As a friend, I am willing to welcome you.