Players Invade Cyberpunk

And now, the arrival of West Fire Grass has pointed them to a new path.

Bond finance.

"You... How much do you plan to invest?"

"Fifty million, that’s all the cash I have on hand, but once I go back, I can rally a few more tens of millions."

Ricardo also decided to splurge; he believes the sooner you get in, the more you gain. He must get ahead of everyone and join first.

Whoa!

Fifty million!

These drug dealers are really damn rich!

West Fire Grass was shocked by the drug dealers’ obsession with cash, but he understood; after all, these people are engaged in criminal activities. If money isn’t in their hands, they don’t feel secure. Besides, they always need to reward their followers, and cash is necessary.

Like the last guy that the experts busted—those gold and cash were the operational funds of the entire organization, not personal assets.

West Fire Grass was envious; if he could make that money his own, he could go back and order a dozen robots modeled after Eastern Snow Lotus!

Form an unbeatable V family idol group!

Ahem...

After daydreaming, West Fire Grass pondered briefly and pulled out the script somebody had prepared for him beforehand.

"Since you have so much money... I have a new idea."

Ricardo only wanted to follow orders now.

"Please tell me."

"My initial capital could only let me follow the big shots and sip soup, but if you have the money, we can break out independently, form a financial company ourselves, and become the brokers to make big bucks; otherwise, we’ll only be eating leftovers behind others."

"But fifty million is not enough. It’s best to find more people to pool funds; in this business, the larger the capital, the greater the profit."

West Fire Grass’s intentions were quite clear; he wanted Ricardo to use his connections to involve more people.

"Well... Mr. West Fire Grass, could you give me a hint about how much this profit will be?"

Ricardo explained.

"I need a general idea in my heart, so I can persuade them."

West Fire Grass raised two fingers.

"Annualized rate of at least 20%, interest paid monthly."

An annualized rate of 20 points doesn’t seem much, but if the principal is one billion, you could earn at least 20 million oro annually.

And the profit margin in real industries is usually in single digits; even those engaged in drug trafficking, risking losing their heads, won’t earn such figures annually.

Ricardo’s heart surged with excitement.

Now, the drug market is being severely beaten by Horizon Corporation; the US market is rapidly collapsing, and Europe, Asia are also receding, leaving only South America, Africa, and Australia in danger for the future. Now these drug dealers urgently need to find the next venture.

West Fire Grass is indeed showing him a bright path!

"Don’t say I’m trying to swindle your money; the company’s financial accounts will be published every quarter, ensuring everyone earns with peace of mind~"

"Great! Wonderful!"

Ricardo immediately decided.

"Mr. West Fire Grass, I don’t know if you’re free tonight? I want to host you at the top-floor suite of the National Hotel."

"Eh."

West Fire Grass waved his hand.

"You’re the ones paying, I should be the one treating you. Anyway, I just acquired a batch of sex dolls and bought a bar and club. They’re all top quality from Europe, Japan, and the United States, way better than the local goods here."

"Sex dolls? But Mr. West Fire Grass, aren’t you..."

"I don’t play; I just use them to make money, perfect for rewarding the brothers."

"You’re right, ha-ha, I didn’t expect Mr. West Fire Grass also thinks of the brothers."

Ricardo was filled with emotions; he previously suspected the other of being a mole from Horizon Corporation, but now the suspicion can be said to be completely dispelled.

"No more words, Mr. West Fire Grass, I guarantee your bar will be full every night; anyone who dares to cause trouble, I’ll be the first to deal with them."

"As for the money, don’t worry; I can definitely bring in lots of clients for you, at least this much."

He also held up two fingers.

"Two billion?"

"Twenty billion!"

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"Whoosh——"

"Whoosh——"

Huang Ban Sanlang’s consciousness gradually returned from the void darkness, starting to hear his own breathing.

Breathing?

But I’m supposed to be in cyberspace?

Confused about his current situation, Huang Ban Sanlang realized he seemed to have been implanted into someone’s body.

Is it Huang Ban Lai Xuan?

He hoped, if the other party had implanted him into Huang Ban Lai Xuan’s body, no matter what terms they demanded, Huang Ban Sanlang would agree to them all, as the whole Huang Ban Corporation was private property in his view.

Moreover, the other’s network techniques were terrifying, as they managed to invade Oracle, absolutely unbeatable.

Only...

Huang Ban Sanlang felt his body seemed lighter and younger than he imagined.

Slightly trembling long eyebrows, a pair of blue lively eyes curiously gazed at the surrounding flamboyant scene, seeing those decadent, entwined men and women.

Huang Ban Sanlang frowned slightly.

Where is this place?

Lowering his head to look at his own body.

Wearing a short black-and-white maid skirt, white silk legs entirely exposed, hands delicate and long, the whole height barely reached 1.6 meters.

It’s not Huang Ban Lai Xuan’s body!

Where is this place?

"Oh!!! No wonder Mr. West Fire Grass! Top-notch goods, ha-ha-ha-ha!!!"

A few men cheered around Huang Ban Sanlang, then came on stage and pulled Huang Ban Sanlang out of the box.

Huang Ban Sanlang wanted to resist, but this body’s strength was too weak; it was more like flirting than resistance.

"How dare you! Do you know who I am?"

The tender voice even surprised herself.

The men laughed louder.

"Ha-ha-ha, look at this little girl; no wonder it’s high-quality goods from Neon, Mr. West Fire Grass really knows how to play."

Huang Ban Sanlang pretended to be authoritative, angrily shouted.

"I am Huang Ban Sanlang! Zhuchun! Kill them!"

The few people were overjoyed hearing this; such an advanced role-play game?

"Ha-ha, if you’re Huang Ban Sanlang, then I’m Rosalind Miles!"

"Eh, then am I Donald?"

"Let’s go, let’s play Huang Ban Sanlang tonight, guys!"

"Wha... What! No! No! Get your hands off!"

"What are you all doing?"

"Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!!! Ah-ah-ah!!!"

Namo San

Even the Buddha lost control.