Chapter 80 Continuing to Make Money

Kontao still takes Atlanta's lost goods very seriously, which means Junke may do the same.

In fact, before the meeting, Lille's idea was to hand over Yinglong and the Eight-Star Gun, as well as their design drawings, to Kang Tao - now it seems that it is better to be careful.

You have to find someone to take the things to Dog Town and sell them. You can throw them away, but you can’t keep them anymore.

And they have to be sold separately.

Thinking of this, Leer called Roxanne, and the other party answered quickly.

Luo Shan: “I was just about to call you, but the 5 cans of extended-release preparations were sold out, as well as the vaccine.

According to what you said, it's a little cheaper than the Sixth Street Gang. A can of sustained-release medicine costs 60,000, and a shot of vaccine costs 70,000. The homeless people quickly collected the money.

I only took 30% for this order as promised, but next time the buyer will have to find it from the city or smuggle it out, so I will have to take at least 60%. "

Lille: “What’s the name of Adecado’s buyer?”

Roxanne: "The middleman came to buy it, Dakota Smith. She also asked for your phone number. Maybe she will call you after a while."

Lear: "Just in time, I have someone here to get me a batch of goods. I asked Adecado if there is anyone who wants to go to Mexico and sell the goods to Mexico."

Luo Shan: "What kind of goods?"

Lear: "There are four smart weapons in total, two classic submachine guns and two Zo-type shotguns. They are all prototype weapons modified by the original Kangtao factory."

Roxanne: "This is a good thing, why not sell it in Night City?"

Lear: "The goods are hot."

Luo Shan: "I understand, but this order is a bit big. I won't accept it. You have to talk to her in detail yourself. I'll say hello to her first."

Lear: "Okay, I'll call her when I'm free."

Transfer: +700,000 euros.

At the Wild Wolf Bar, they agreed to cooperate with Kang Tao, and the four of them simply went back to the bar to start drinking.

The four people raised their glasses and clinked them.

"Make a fortune!"

After clinking glasses, the three of them drank beers, and only Lille drank soda.

V hugged Lille and said, "Haha - drinking soda in a bar, only a weirdo like you can do such a thing."

Leer was expressionless: "The money has been distributed. The last batch of goods was processed and sold for 1 million. Luoshan took 300,000, and we divided 700,000.

Use 70,000 to repay Lao Wei's money, leaving 630,000 and 210,000 per person. "

"Wuhu!"

The three of them toasted again, and Chessen was envious of the huge number.

He said sourly: "These days, people selling medicine still make money."

Lear said: "Come on, the arms business is also a long-term business. The road has been paved for you. You can take control of it yourself."

Chessen nodded, but seemed a little uninterested - he had no choice but to hear that such a large amount of money was recorded in Lille's account, and he wanted to become a mercenary himself.

Kontao planned to give Chesson a complete set of working chips.

As a genuine foundry, the working status will be recorded when the chip is inserted into the worker's chip slot, thus avoiding Chessen's "tax evasion".

The advantage is that genuine chips are very efficient and can be matched with automatic equipment. The manual black workshop can be upgraded to a semi-automatic gray workshop.

Smart ammunition is much more complex than ordinary ammunition. In addition to the warhead, cartridge case and gunpowder of traditional ammunition, there is also an additional orbit correction system used to change the trajectory in the air.

This thing is high-tech. The bullet needs to be equipped with a miniature signal receiver and a sensor to exchange information with the outside world. The cost is not higher than that of ordinary bullets, and ordinary people cannot do it.

Equipped with genuine working chips, Chessen estimates that the annual production capacity of his small workshop is about 150,000 to 500,000 rounds.

The market price of small smart bullets for smart pistols and submachine guns is 6 euros per round, while the market price of bullets for smart shotguns is as high as 30 euros.

As a monopoly technology, the cost of smart bullets is very high compared to the high selling price, especially for smart shotgun bullets.

The annual turnover fluctuates around 4 million euros, and the monthly net profit after excluding costs is about 120,000 euros. After deducting the 20% given to the three people in Lille, there is a net profit of about 100,000 euros.

Is 120,000 a lot?

To be honest, this number is really not small, but it is certainly not as high as imagined.

This is why Kangtao agreed to let Chessen OEM-smart ammunition is indeed good and can be regarded as a monopoly.

However, the ammunition business is downstream of the arms trade, and people like Chessen, who are caught in the middle of the industry, do not have very high profit margins.

Of course, it might be possible to increase the price with some operation, but it won't be much.

More than 100,000? To be honest, it’s not a small number, but people are more likely to die than others!

Even if we don't talk about bandits like Lille, once they get it, the cost is almost zero, and the drugs sold by biotechnology are still very expensive.

But having said that, for Jack and V, they could receive thousands of dollars a month without doing anything, which was something they had never dared to imagine before.

It can only be said that Lille broadened their horizons and increased their appetite, and Chesson was also affected.

As soon as Jack received the money, he transferred 100,000 to V.

"Sister, I paid you back. It's really good. This is the first time I have so much money in my pocket."

After receiving the money, V immediately looked at Lear.

Lear immediately looked at Jack with a helpless expression - You stupid guy, who is so active in paying back money? !

Lille could only transfer the money to V obediently, leaving only 10,000 euros for himself.

After receiving the money, V's eyes lit up - now her deposit had reached 860,000, almost exceeding 1 million euros!

But she was not satisfied yet, and threw the wine glass on the table in dissatisfaction.

"Why did Luo Shan just take away 30%? I don't accept it!"

"Sister, please use your brain. We robbed that batch of goods. They were stolen goods in the first place. If she didn't smoke them, she would be a good person!"

Dealing with stolen goods is far more troublesome than V thought, not to mention that it is drugs.

It would be okay if it was just a stolen gun. After all, Night City is full of guns. Except for controlled guns like Nekomata, you only have to worry about the original owner of the gun coming to your door.

But drugs are different. Biotechnology agents are keeping an eye on these gadgets. From their high annual profits, they will spend a large amount of money to the drug regulatory department of Night City and other departments in the government.

It can be said that as long as you sell goods in Night City, these things cannot escape. If the network supervision is forced to intervene, the matter will be even more troublesome.

There is no middleman to make a profit when selling to homeless people, but when selling to Night City, things are much more complicated.

But no matter what, it was very enjoyable to handle this first batch of goods, and suddenly it became a wealthy family again.

Of course, only Lille is still in debt and still owes V60,000.

Looking at V who was drinking heavily, Lille suddenly had a terrifying thought in his head - he wouldn't always owe V money in the future!

"No matter what -" V poured himself another glass of wine, "Let's get comfortable first - I'll pay for everything in the bar today! Just order whatever you want!"

"Alas! V! Why did you steal what I wanted to do?"

Jack quickly went to pull V, but his voice was drowned in the cheers one after another——

The atmosphere in the Wolf Bar instantly became high. A boy named Valentino, with his hair standing on end, jumped in front of the bar and started howling at the top of his lungs.

Mrs. Wells smiled when she saw V like that, and waved to Jack again.

The mother and son knew that they were going to make a lot of money today, and they had to go to the warehouse to bring more wine.

In fact--although there are already many people in the bar at this moment, the news of someone paying the bill will definitely spread throughout Heywood, and all the young guys who are free will come back to have a drink.

It was really lively at that time.

Lille looked at the young people reveling and smiled, then walked out of the bar with a bottle of Coke in one hand and a plate of synthetic tamales in the other.

I happened to meet Mrs. Wells who was busy.

"Lil, are you leaving? Don't you want to have a drink with them?"

"Hey, I can't drink because of my health problems." Lear shrugged, "Mrs. Wells, I'd like to trouble you, V. Don't let her drink herself to death. She has to go to the Afterlife Nightclub tomorrow."

"Afterlife?" Mrs. Wells was a little suspicious. "Jack didn't tell me this. He only told me that he would go out to relax tomorrow."

Lille is stuck - finished.

Now I'm cheating my brother.

Seeing Lear's appearance, Mrs. Wells sighed: "Lille, you and he are different, I believe you can understand me.

Jack has wanted to join a gang since he was a child, and has even gotten into trouble several times, but now, what he does is becoming more and more dangerous.

I just... don't want him to be like his father. "

Lear was silent for a while and then said: "Mrs. Wells, you should also understand that this is what Jack does - or in other words, he will not think through what you said until he truly thinks that he is the eldest brother. thing."

"Or maybe he will understand these things after he dies." Mrs. Wells finished speaking and cursed secretly in Spanish.

Then she said resignedly: "But maybe this is the man from the Wells family - with you here, maybe Jack can really become a big shot."

Lear smiled, but recalled the past.

In his previous life, he had seen too many parents come to him and ask for a promise - a promise that their children would come back, become talented, and die a worthy death.

But how can these things be promised? In the end, I just mechanically searched for words in my head to answer.

Mrs. Wells was a wise woman—she knew that such a thing could not be promised.

"I thought you would go back and tell him to reflect in the garage now."

Mrs. Wells smiled: "He has listened to me once, and the days when he quit Valentino were the most ugly times for him.

But I have a vision - I know that is the right choice, otherwise he would not be able to meet you now.

I will watch them both, but V will definitely call your name and ask you to drink. "

"Ignore her, she will stop in a while."

After saying that, Lille walked towards the subway - although it was a bit late, he still had to go to Lao Wei's clinic.

I have no choice. I have my final exam tomorrow and I have to buy stationery.