Vol 7 Chapter 989: Chongbi Building

"Ah, V, don't look so ugly, today is a big day, have a drink happily!" Jack raised his glass.
"Well, to health and safety."
"Sister, you can't do this." Jack took a big sip, his eyes lit up after drinking, "Before doing business, you must maintain full confidence."
"Jack, you are weird today."
"No, it's you who are weird, V, feel that you have adjusted yourself well. You also know that a good or bad mentality sometimes affects success or failure."
"Well... since you said that."
Dexter’s horse came over, "Mr. Dexter wants to see you."
He interrupted the conversation between the three of us, and Claire took the initiative to bid farewell, "I wish you success."
The private room for the conversation is no longer in the lobby. Go inside, enter the door, and go through the aisle. There is a single room covered with soundproof glass.
On this short stretch of the road, Jack also spoke to Ma Tsai familiarly, "Fuck me, buddy, look at you, don’t you?"
Ma Zi: "Yeah."
"The same is true for me. I love to punch. Ay, do you play sideways, Japanese boxing, ninjutsu or something?"
Ma Zi: "Yeah."
"Can you knock me down?"
When we arrived at the place, Ma Zai shouted: "Come here." Then we stood by the door and signaled us to go in.
Jack was not embarrassed, he smiled and muttered, "This big guy (in Spanish)..."
"Come on Jack, you don't have to be so close to everyone."
"Multiple friends, multiple paths, when we first met, wasn't it the same. Just a few words of conversation will be familiar."
"Screw you."
In the soundproof box, Dexter’s cigar smoke is smoky. He is sitting directly opposite the door. T-BUG is sitting on the couch on the left hand side of the door. As a cyber hacker, she doesn’t show up often and is wearing tight black. Customer service, shaved head-all for heat dissipation. A slender and well-proportioned black girl. Seeing us coming, only glanced slightly. I quite like her character. Although she is a little more withdrawn, she is better than going straight, she won't make bad thoughts behind her back.
Everyone is here.
After Dexter greeted him, he was silent for a while. Jack was about to find a word to liven up the atmosphere, the fat black man finally spoke, "Miss V, you don't look very good."
"You told us to talk about this?"
"Don't get me wrong, I have no other meaning, just to confirm the professionalism of the two before acting."
"What you said is to treat us as five-year-old children. Now you have read Chaomeng's intelligence, and the little flat head is on the table. What else are you dissatisfied with?"
The black fat man waved his hand, "Let's get to the point. There are chips, terrain, and lines on the table. All the plans are inside. Take a look."
The plan of this cargo stealing operation can indeed show Dexter's professional level as a senior middleman, and it is also a humanistic care that we rarely feel in this industry.
Private car delivery (Dramman private car), forged identity (business person), luxury suite (Cyan Bi Building), top hacker (referring to T-BUG), cutting-edge equipment (small flat head), safe house (tight-mouthed motel)... But let me say that the current level of T-BUG may not be as good as me, and Jack and I took the risk of getting the small flat head. Just like this action, the black fat guy will get 70%.
70%?
Jack was not convinced, he was not kneeling and begging.
Both sides continued to drive, Dexter took a half step back-give us half more.
Jack reluctantly accepted the result. I think he is about to fall into the eyes of money. It's not that his arguable behavior is wrong, but that he is too eager to show his purpose and thirsty for money. I can see clearly.
Fuck you, Jack.
In any case, it was finally settled. Dexter got up and went out. When he left, he shook a philosophical saying: Life is like a banquet. It is too bad to drink, but you can't get drunk.
Fuck you too, fat man.
...
Delaman special car, an unmanned car driven by artificial intelligence. Delaman refers to the name of this artificial intelligence. Able to stand in the night city and become the most favored and trusted travel partner of big men and ordinary people, he is very capable of an AI-living for himself, not the property of any company.
Delaman's avatar is a pale bald man with blue lip gloss and a chin like a butt. It may seem strange at first, but it is also sexy.
Before getting in the car, Jack and I had to go to the bathroom to change into our outfits, a full set of slim-fitting military technology suits provided by Dexter.
From the toilet cubicle, there is a sensor mirror on the opposite wall. I carefully looked at the lovely person in the mirror—that is, the beautiful Miss V.
Indeed, my face looks unhealthy, my cheeks are not bloody, oh, yes, I forgot to add lipstick. Well, baby, you look like an urban beauty.
The urban beauty went out, and immediately saw the golden collar Jack Wells, he was in a straight...formal outfit.
"Oh, Jack..."
"What's the matter, girl? I don't think it is strange, right?"
Jack, who was refreshed in the green neon, overlapped with the dying man in the dream. I almost saw the barrel of his gun protruding from the forehead-now of course it is still in the holster, but, Jack, what are you Is this dress up?
I should have thought of it early, when I saw the military technology suit.
Fuck, Jack, you just died dressed like this man!
"Your face looks much better, um, is it with makeup? V, who moves fast enough, is there anything else?"
"No, it's all right."
"Then let's go!"
Jack, he is carrying a small flat head, his footsteps are brisk and lively, Jack, he walks in front, through the green light and the crowd, like a dancing Katrina.
Get in the car.
"Welcome to use Delaman's private car service, choose Delaman, and leave your troubles outside."
This car is in Jack's mouth, and can beat a team of Arasaka ninjas. The rain of bullets can bring you all beards and tails.
But you in the dream are still dead.
"Jack."
"Huh? What's up girl?"
"I was thinking, if we give up at this time..."
"Listen to V," Jack's warm and generous hands were on his shoulders, and I could almost feel the hair on his hands scratching my cheeks gently, "I don't care what you are thinking in this beautiful head, this At that time, as long as you think, we will succeed, and it will be safe and sound."
"Well, you are right, Jack."
I will save you at all costs.
"This is the V I know, ha."
...
This is a sunny day. Sunny weather.
As if everything is fine.
The Cyanbi Mansion is luxurious, exquisitely breathless, and majestic like the gilt palace of an ancient Greek king in a long poem.
The service staff modified a smooth golden skin like a bunch of expensive talking statues.
The people who communicate here are all high-end people, with champagne in their hands, crimes in their mouths, polite appearance, acts of male thieves and female prostitution, and the brains that go straight to Xia Sanlu.
Our good Jack, he has already started to learn to be tuned, talking about the boundless boast, and he said that he would bring Misty to see if he had the opportunity. Do you really consider yourself a big shot?
He took the small flat head to settle down in the suite first, and I plan to walk around the bar in the lobby.
I found the bartender here.
Every bar has a bartender, right?
After chatting with him a few words, he asked me~EbookFREE.me~Do you know who is in charge of Qingbi Building? "
"Isn't this Arasaka's industry? Of course it belongs to Arasaka."
"Then do you know who is in charge? The supervisor, general manager, or other management team. Have you seen or heard of them?"
"do not know."
The bartender packed his glasses, "Yes, it's weird-no one knows. They are like ghosts. Do you think it is possible that they sometimes pretend to be waiters and secretly inspect the quality of service here?"
His words seemed to imply that he was a big figure in disguise.
"It sounds like a chance encounter in a third-rate novel."
"Who is not living in the story these days, aren't you the same, little girl."
His words stung me to some extent, and I cannot stay here any longer.