Players Invade Cyberpunk

10 years/120 installments/204 Euro credits

24,480 Euro credits

The amount the workers have to repay quadrupled, and as the lowest-tier factory in Night City, their wages are only 1,500 Euro credits, though the factory provides meals and accommodation, it's still pitifully low.

Just listening to it made Lin Miao feel suffocated.

But in this kind of environment, nobody dares say anything more, otherwise, they'd end up like Selene, who was just broadcasted.

Therefore, Lin Miao just nodded silently without saying anything.

Players can now mess with some medium to small-sized gangs, risking their lives to make the Tiger Claws and Sixth Street Gang back off, but in the face of the true forces of the old order, they're still as fragile as a piece of wet toilet paper, one poke and they're done.

Bam!

A muffled noise in the noisy factory caught the attention of Lin Miao and the workshop supervisor.

The noise was so inconspicuous amidst the racket on the assembly line that it could easily be ignored.

"Hoover!"

Suddenly, a bit of commotion arose among the workers who were quietly working on the assembly line. The two turned to look and saw a worker had fallen to the ground behind them, clutching his waist as if in great pain, with a few possibly friendly coworkers trying to help him up.

Looks like he must have something wrong with him.

The workshop supervisor got anxious upon seeing this, "Quickly carry him out! The rest of you get back to work! What are you looking at? If this order isn't finished in two days, each of you will forfeit a day's wages."

A few security guards rushed in from the door, pushing back the friends of the worker and roughly dragging the worker away so he was out of sight.

As for where they would dump him?

Definitely not to the infirmary.

The workshop supervisor sneaked a glance at Lin Miao next to him, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lin Miao showed no reaction.

Damn it, of all times, this guy had to make trouble now. What if it messed up and this wealthy businessman by his side changed his mind and decided not to take over this factory?

Lin Miao suddenly asked, "Which company's prosthetics is your factory currently contracting for?"

"Qianti," the workshop supervisor answered honestly, "It's our last order, expected to be finished the day after tomorrow."

As if afraid Lin Miao didn't know this so-called Qianti, he further emphasized,

"Don't be fooled by the company's small fame, its parent company is Kangtao, and in recent years this Dongda company has been expanding like it's on steroids, even squeezing out Huang Ban's smart weapons market, almost like Zeta Technology, they're really strong."

Although Kangtao's smart weapon products are still nicknamed 'Huang Ban knockoffs,' it's undeniable that their stuff is indeed user-friendly and cheaper than Huang Ban's, just goes to show Dongda's traditional skills.

"This factory is just one under Mr. Peter's name. He plans to transition into the pharmaceutical market, which is why he's selling this factory."

Using the fame of the client and boss to add weight in other clients' minds is an old trick.

But Lin Miao found it somewhat amusing. Is this workshop supervisor working so hard because he'd get paid if the factory is sold to him?

The factory assessment soon ended. In Night City, business is about efficiency, the sooner the contract is signed, the better.

Only speed can ensure quickly obtaining money, and it's less likely to get caught making tweaks in the contract.

However, Lin Miao felt that his 9-point intelligence was not completely useless, at least it helped when reviewing the contract.

Perhaps the other party felt that dealing with him as a young guy instead of a lawyer meant they could screw Lin Miao over, leaving countless traps in the sales contract.

If Lin Miao signed this contract, not only would he need to pay for the factory, but he would also inherit overdue payments to suppliers and uncleared bank loans. If he didn't transfer the money to the other party's account in time, he might even lose ownership of the factory.

And when Lin Miao pointed out these traps one by one to the other party, their lawyer, with a straight face, calmly pulled a second paper contract out of his briefcase.

"Sorry, I took the wrong one earlier. This is the correct contract."

It's just that Lin Miao is a gentleman businessman, not planning to pursue this matter. If he had followed the mercenary route, this lawyer and his boss would be sold by the pound to the Scavengers' base tonight.

And this acquisition took Lin Miao two days to complete, with the rent being significantly more expensive than that of the office, two million Euro credits annually, which included factory equipment and workers, though throughout, he never met the factory's general manager or production manager; maybe they had resigned or switched to other jobs.

On the handover ceremony day, the workshop supervisor even intended to gather all the workers together to introduce them to the new boss and flatter him.

Lin Miao bluntly refused, feeling it wasn't necessary to go through these formalities, and the workshop supervisor agreed readily with a "you're the boss, whatever you say goes" attitude.

This somewhat surprised Lin Miao.

Actually, he wasn't fond of what the other party was doing, originally planning to take over and directly tell him

"You're fired,"

But now Lin Miao suddenly thought keeping this guy might not be so bad, the environment shapes people, it's not about ability.

"From today, my factory will not handle any company's outsourcing orders, only serve our own products, understood?"

"Understood."

The workshop supervisor nodded repeatedly.

"And I'm planning to renovate the factory, automate unnecessary positions, and reduce the number of workers..."

"Understood, I'll go fire the least hardworking ones right away..."

"Wait," Lin Miao hurriedly stopped him from slipping into his bootlicker role,

"I meant there's no point wasting time having too many people on the assembly line. Go and gather statistics on the current workers' family situations and skills, whether they can drive, shoot, educational background, any gang affiliations, criminal history, substance abuse issues, and don't ask why."

The workshop supervisor patted his chest assuredly,

"Understood, I'll get detailed info on even how many times each goes to the Super Dream Club a month, satisfaction guaranteed."