Chapter 269 Opening up business channels
Of course, these engines must be handed over to Adrian who is far away in the Marvel world for study.
The Vulture's turbine device looks great when attached to a human body, but it's too conspicuous.
With Tingwei Company here as a cover, it would be equally wonderful to develop an aerial vehicle.
After driving the Mackinac on the road again, V rested on the passenger window in boredom, looking like he regretted not drinking.
Lear glanced at her: "Regret not going to drink?"
"A bit, I feel like the streets are a bit too quiet, and there aren't any idiots from the Sixth Street Gang who shoot randomly."
"The Sixth Street Gang is probably busy cleaning up the things caused by the artillery right now, and they should all be in the den."
V yawned and looked at the quiet streets of Santo Domingo.
This can barely be considered an urban area. At this point, normal people would not choose to wander on the streets.
"What are we going to do next?"
"What? No more goals?"
"A bit." V leaned back in his chair and put his legs on the car's console. "I used to want to buy an awesome car, but now it seems to be awesome enough."
"Strictly speaking, this is a bus for missions. You can still buy a cool car."
V thought for a while and shook his head: "I feel like I don't want to drive other cars anymore."
"Don't you think about a floating car?"
"That thing feels a bit far away." V said strangely after finishing speaking, "Yeah, why do I just want a car, but I don't feel anything about the floating car?"
Lear shrugged: "Last time you said you wanted to turn Mackinac into a floating car."
"I just said casually - aerial vehicles are indeed good, but if you continue to think about it, like private jets and rockets, I seem to have never thought about doing these things.
What's going on? Isn't it true that people are becoming more and more greedy? "
"How do I know? Just tell me whether you want it or not."
"think."
Lear sneered: "I really thought you had become a philosopher. You are so powerful. Please forgive my debt."
"No way!" V waved his little hand, "You still owe me 1.69 million, don't think about washing your hands in the golden basin before you pay it off!"
"It's only 1.69 million, don't you think I can't afford it?"
"Then I'm going to start charging interest."
"I'm kidding." Lille stared at the homeless stronghold at the end of the street, which was the former Red Shirt Mental Hospital.
It has to be said that as long as funds are in place, Rangers' efficiency and level of work are quite high.
The walls have all been heightened and electrified, the gate has been replaced with an explosion-proof gate, and two sentries have been set up outside the gate using sandbags and concrete blocks.
There are automatic machine guns next to the sentry, 360-degree cameras are deployed throughout the camp, and there is even a drone hovering at high altitude. It looks quite safe.
This style made others think it was the company's safe house.
The car kept getting closer, and even though it was far away, the homeless man on guard recognized it as Lille's car and opened the gate to let it go.
After entering the gate, you can see an orderly parking lot, filled with tattered cars of homeless people, and cargo boxes piled next to them, waiting for shipment at any time.
Seeing Mackinac, everyone waved to Lille excitedly.
"This place is really decent now." V put away his feet and suddenly thought of a question, "Wait a minute, shall we get a share of the money they make?
Why haven't I heard you mention this? You shouldn't be hiding it secretly, right? "
"Am I that kind of person?" Lear said angrily, "Now is the entrepreneurial stage. Wouldn't it be stupid to just spend money to enjoy it?!"
"It looks like it." V cast a suspicious look, "If I don't press you to pay back the money, don't go astray!"
Lille glanced at V speechlessly, slammed the door and got out of the car.
When I got off the car, I saw Panan, a big girl, waiting at the door. Her face was full of the joy of the harvest, and she was smiling from ear to ear.
The first batch of production was completed, and the buyer was also negotiated. They calculated the profits and found that this industry really has a bright future!
"Hey! V, Lille, you are here, come in and sit down, you are here just in time, Sol has found a buyer!"
The three of them walked into the office quickly. Panan opened two cans of drinks and threw them to them. He also opened a can and sat down on the sofa--
"The buyer is a gang in Mexico City. Our products are much cheaper than ordinary synthetic plasma and the quality is good. They have checked the data and are urging the shipment!"
"So far?" V was a little confused, "Why not sell it directly in the city?"
"Of course we have to sell it in the city." Lille explained, "But Mexico City is a very important node. To put it bluntly, Night City will not be able to survive in the future, and we have to go there to avoid the limelight."
This is a plan for long-term development.
There is a very stubborn local power pyramid in every location. It is difficult for locals to get ahead, and foreign wanderers are naturally excluded.
The more established the pyramid is, the less likely it is to welcome outsiders.
To solve this situation, naturally we can only use the advantages of the Rangers to fight--
The huge transportation line network uses mobility to make up for the squeeze in major cities.
There is absolutely no need to worry about selling blood products anywhere. A large number of prosthetic clinics use a large amount of blood products. They can be used in prosthetic surgeries, casualty treatment, and various blood transfusion operations——
In the year 2076, blood contamination is a serious problem.
People's blood may be mixed with prosthetic lubricants, prosthetic electrolytes, various illegal drugs, chemical immunosuppressants, and problems caused by breathing polluted air all year round.
Especially when born in a city like Night City, everyone's blood is dirty and may even contain minor radiation issues.
For these people, an upgraded version of dialysis, that is, blood transfusion therapy, can be used to remove the blood with serious problems and replace it with fresh blood.
In the black market, scavengers will release the victim's blood, collect it for purification, and then sell it. It is conceivable that the cost and selling price are not low at all.
But compared to blood products from normal sources, it is still profitable to avoid a large amount of patent fees.
The blood production method used by Lille has even greater profit margins. As long as he lowers the price, there will be almost no rivals in this market——
Unless biotechnology comes around and plans to increase production and reduce prices to suppress new technologies, but even then, the effect will be minimal.
Because the quality of the blood is so good, unless the biotech also plans to add some other drugs to its blood products.
Well, that's unlikely, at least not in the short term.
Therefore, as long as the technology is mastered, there is no need to worry about selling these basic medical consumables.
These contents flashed through Leer's mind, and he planned to explain the key points to V, but he saw that she immediately started to wander.
"." Lille silently looked back at Panan, "That's it, and your car is too worn out - I'm not looking down on you.
I have a contract with the people from Mackinac Company. You can trade in your old car for a new one at cost price.
The only option is Mackinac, nothing else. "
"Mackinac is great!" Panan's eyes lit up, "What model is it?"
"A special model, modified from the Larimore model, with upgraded horsepower, body armor, and the most advanced weapon linking slots. When the time comes, the turret can be plugged in and used.
You can buy the turret from Rama Armory, and purchase the weapons you use from Chessen."
The business was started, and the armed forces had to keep up. When Lille told him his way out, the appreciation in Panan's eyes gradually turned into worship--
Speaking of the stories of homeless people, there are tears of bitterness.
Since Santiago disappeared, Adecado has been like a headless fly, with no power and no future.
Everything Lille does now is organized and the channels are clear.
How have they ever enjoyed this kind of treatment?
The intense exchange between the two gradually brought V's distracted eyes back. She showed alert eyes, trying to forcefully interrupt the communication between the two -
But she knows a thing or two about modifying cars, supplies, and transportation.
Fortunately, the topic soon reached the next stage.
Lear took a sip of his drink: "Tell me something else. Have you had any trouble recently?"
"Indeed." Panan leaned back in his chair, "It's not really troublesome, that old guy Cassidy always asks me to remind you.
The homeless cleanup plan has not been in the news a lot lately, and he is worried about the impact it will have on us. "
Homeless cleanup program.
Lear touched his chin. The word tramp and vagabond are not the same, but strictly speaking, their political status in Night City is almost the same.
Even many people in Night City can't tell the difference between homeless people and homeless people, thinking they are the same.
The initiator of this plan is of course the current mayor of Night City, Lucius Lane.
Lear thought for a while and said: "Cassidy's reminder makes sense. I'll find time to inquire about it and get some new support."
Over there, there are several political bigwigs waiting for an appointment.
Now that the stalls are getting bigger and bigger, it is indeed time to pay attention to this policy.
