Players Invade Cyberpunk

In the management interface of his own Ox and Horse Construction Corporation, Hong Tong could clearly see the flow of funds in the company account and the current fixed asset situation.

Although their fixed assets were just those dozen or so robots and some previously prepared construction equipment.

Besides, apart from the player shareholders, there were also more than twenty locally recruited NPC workers with a daily wage of about 70 euros a day.

The wages to hire NPCs needed to be paid by Hong Tong and the others using labor points exchanged from the company account for euros.

Although after completing the same number of staged construction tasks, 80% of the labor points would be designated for the company account and could only be used for employee salaries, purchase of company assets, or called upon by Lin Miao, the construction speed of the Hong Tong construction team, aided by a lot of external forces, was several times that of ordinary player teams, and the revenue was quite considerable.

Besides the Ox and Horse construction team led by Hong Tong, other players were also preparing to establish their own businesses.

The fire in the Watson District had been out for several days, yet those charred buildings, collapsed homes, remained piled up in place, with no one to deal with them.

After the joy of defeating Huang Ban, ultimately one still had to face the harsh reality left behind.

Watching the displaced people on the street in the Watson District looking like refugees, Cha Lao remained silent, just walking forward quietly.

He wanted to rent a shop as his Kowloon Ice Room, but in Night City where every inch of land was worth gold, buying a plot to open a shop was too extravagant.

The city center was too expensive, rent was yearly, and Lin Miao's investment was barely enough to cover rent, while renovation costs, raw materials, and labor costs all demanded money. Santo Domingo was too close to the office; a tea restaurant would surely not do well, and there were too few people in Evil Land.

After thinking this through, only Taiping Continent and the Watson District, which had just experienced a fire, were the most suitable.

He just didn't expect the aftershocks of the fire still hadn't ended, or rather, the physical fire was out, but the fire of human desire had just begun.

"Mr. Charles, according to the contract, I still have at least two weeks of rent. Even if you sell this land, you should at least refund the remaining rent to me…"

Having just escaped the disaster of the fire, Nishikawa Meishu and her daughter now faced a calamity more terrible than the fire itself.

Nishikawa Lingmei clung tightly to her mother's side, timidly watching the unreasonable adults her mother was facing.

The man known as Mr. Charles, stared down by the stubborn Nishikawa Meishu, was dressed in an impeccable suit with a very proper tie, surrounded by a bunch of bodyguard lackeys, keeping the original tenants firmly shut out.

"Two weeks of rent?"

Charles found the woman's words amusing

"My building burned down and I haven't asked you for compensation, and you dare ask me for rent? Now I suspect it's the rubbish you piled in the hallway that caused the fire to spread and destroyed my property!"

His voice was stern, but there was none of the anxiety of someone who suffered major property loss in his eyes, rather a leisurely ease.

Not to mention the woman's two weeks' rent; even the collective rent from everyone present wasn't more than ten thousand euros for him, and not even one percent of what he was about to earn.

Although his building burned down, this land near Huang Ban's seaside was bound to get development funds pouring in, making it the best time to speculate on property.

Watson District's historical legacy had led to many illegal buildings and old apartments severely lowering land value, now a fire had burned these problems away—it's as if Heaven sent down a rain of money.

And these tenant refugees were the first nuisances to be expelled because none of this land belonged to them; they didn't even have a place at the table.

Moreover, paying them compensation was absolutely impossible. Even though the amount was trivial, for Charles, it would be a loss of face, which was unacceptable in high society circles.

Charles even thought that the mercenary groups and gangs that night had nothing better to do; it would have been better if they burned down the entire Watson District together with those people.

"The best thing you can do now is to get as far away as possible, demolition teams will come to the Watson District by tomorrow at the latest; otherwise, if you're run over by a car, don't blame the driver for not braking."

After saying this, he was about to be escorted by bodyguards into his luxury car to attend the land auction next, hoping that if he could drive up the prices of his land holdings, this year's financial report for the company could significantly raise stock prices.

"Oi."

A sudden voice emerged from the crowd, and the crowd that had originally packed the road tightly quieted down, even spontaneously made way for the person.

Just because that tactical suit was too legendary here in Watson District now, many mercenaries were preparing to follow the trend and buy one.

And Charles, about to get into the car, sensed the sudden atmosphere change at the scene, turned to see Cha Lao in tactical gear, holding a homemade milk tea, approaching him.

"Talking so arrogantly, not showing any sense of humanity, does having money allow people to do whatever they want?"

Charles, who had some apprehension towards these maniac mercenaries, sneered when he heard this, his eyebrows danced with joy

"Exactly, in Night City, having money truly allows one to do whatever they want."

Then he laughed as he said to his secretary beside him

"Though I think he probably can't understand this level of freedom."

If it were a group, he'd have some fear, but just one, he had professional bodyguards who could turn this mercenary into meat paste with a punch each—what kind of waves could he stir up?