Conto still takes Atlanta's lost goods very seriously, which means that the military may be equally important.

In fact, before the meeting, Lille's idea was to reprocess Ying Long and the Eight Star Guns, as well as their blueprints, to Kang Tao - now it seems that it is better to be careful.

I have to find someone to send it to Dogtown to sell, and it's okay to throw it away, but I can't ask for it.

And you have to sell it a little separately.

Thinking of this, Lille made a phone call to Roshan, and the other party answered quickly.

Roshan: "I just wanted to call you, the 5 cans of extended-release pills are all sold out, and there are vaccines.

According to what you said, it is a little cheaper than the Sixth Street Gang, with 60,000 cans of sustained-release drugs and 70,000 shots of vaccines, and the homeless side quickly got the money together.

I only take 3% of this order, but next time the buyer has to find or smuggle it out from the city, I have to take at least 6%. ”

Lille: "What is Adicado's buyer called?" ”

Roshan: "The middleman came forward to buy it, Dakota Smith, she also wants your phone number, maybe she will call you after a while." ”

Lille: "Well, someone here brought me a batch of goods and asked Adricado if he happened to be going to Mexico to sell his stuff to Mexico." ”

Roshan: "What's that?" ”

Lille: "There are four smart weapons in total, two classic submachine guns and two Zhuo shotguns, all of which are prototype weapons modified by the original Kangtao factory. ”

Roshan: "It's a good thing, why don't you sell it in Night City?" ”

Lille: "It's hot. ”

Roshan: "I understand, but this list is a bit big, I won't take it, you have to talk to her yourself, I'll say hello to her first." ”

Lille: "Yes, I'll call her when I'm free." ”

Transfer: +700,000 euros.

The Wild Wolf Bar negotiated a cooperation with Kangtao, and the four of them simply went back to the bar to drink.

The four of them raised their glasses and touched each other.

"Make a fortune!"

After clinking glasses, the three of them grunted beer, and Lille was the only one drinking soda.

V put his arm around Lille: "Haha - drinking soda in a bar, only you are a strange person who can do this kind of thing." ”

Lille was expressionless: "The money was sent, the last batch of goods was disposed of, and it was sold for 1 million, Luo Shan drew 300,000, and we divided 700,000."

took 70,000 yuan to repay Lao Wei's money, leaving 630,000 people with 210,000 yuan. ”

"Wuhu!"

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

He said sourly: "In these years, I still make money selling medicines. ”

Lille said: "Come on, the arms business is also a long-term business, the road is paved, you can take control of it." ”

Cheson nodded, but he seemed a little uninterested--no way, hearing that such a large amount of money from Lille's side had been credited, he himself wanted to be a mercenary.

Kang Tao intends to give Chessen a complete set of working chips.

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

The advantage is that the genuine chip is very efficient, it can be matched with automatic equipment, and the manpower black workshop is upgraded to a semi-automatic gray workshop.

Smart munitions are much more complex than ordinary munitions, with an orbit correction system for changing orbits in the air in addition to the warheads, shells, and gunpowder of traditional munitions.

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

Equipped with genuine working chips, Cheson estimates that the annual production capacity of his small workshop is about 15-500,000 rounds.

The market price of small smart bullets for smart pistols and submachine guns is 6 euros per round, and the market price of bullets for smart shotguns has to soar to 30 euros.

As a monopoly technology, the cost of smart bullets has a lot of profit margins compared to the high selling price, especially the bullets of smart shotguns.

The annual turnover fluctuates around 4 million euros, the monthly net income is about 120,000 euros after removing costs, and the net profit of about 100,000 yuan can be about 100,000 yuan after removing the two percent given to the three of Lille.

Is 120,000 a lot?

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

This is also why Kangtao will agree to let Cheson OEM - smart ammunition is indeed good, and it can be regarded as a monopoly.

But the ammunition business is downstream of the arms trade, and the margins of a man like Chessen, who is caught in the middle of the industry, are not too high.

Of course, it may be possible to raise the price if it is operated, but it can't be raised too much.

More than 100,000? Truth be told, not a small number, but... Man is better than man!

Even if you don't talk about robbers like Lille, once they succeed, the cost is almost zero, and the drugs sold by biotechnology are also expensive.

But then again, for Jack and V, they can receive thousands of dollars a month without doing anything, which was unimaginable before.

It can only be said that Lille has broadened their horizons and increased their appetite, and Cheson has also been affected.

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

"Sister, the money is paid back to you, it's really good, it's the first time that my buddy has so much money in his pocket."

Receiving the money, V immediately looked at Lille.

Lille immediately looked at Jack with a helpless expression - you stupid big guy, who is so active in paying back?!

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

After receiving the money, V's eyes lit up - now her deposit has come to 860,000, and she is about to exceed 1 million euros!

But she was not satisfied, and smashed her glass on the table in dissatisfaction.

"Why did Roshan just take 3 percent? I'm not convinced! ”

"Eldest sister, you use your brains, that batch of goods was robbed by us, it was originally stolen, she is a good person if she doesn't draw a five, six, seven, or eight achievement!"

Handling the stolen goods is far more troublesome than V thought, not to mention that this is still a drug.

It's fine if it's just a stolen gun, after all, Night City is flooded with guns, except for cats and controlled guns, you only need to worry about the original owner of the gun coming to the door.

But drugs are different, and the agents of biotechnology are staring at these things, and they will give a large amount of money to the drug department of Night City and other departments in the mansion from their high annual profits.

It can be said that as long as you sell goods in Night City, these things will not escape, and if you are forced to intervene by online surveillance, things will be even more troublesome.

There is no middleman to make the difference when selling to Wanderers, but when it comes to Night City, things are much more complicated.

But no matter what, this first batch of goods was very cool to handle, and suddenly it became a rich and noble family.

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

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

"No matter--" V poured himself another glass of wine, "I'll talk about it first--I'll pay for the consumption in the bar today!" Everyone, feel free to order! ”

"Alas, alas! V！ How did you rob me of what I wanted to do..."

Jack hurriedly went to pull V, but his voice was drowned out by the cheers one after another--

The atmosphere at the Wolf Bar was instantly high, and a Valentino kid with his hair standing up high jumped in front of the bar and began to howl at the top of his throat.

Mrs. Wells smiled at V's look and beckoned to Jack.

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 carry some more wine.

Actually, even though there were already a lot of people in the bar by this time, the news of someone paying for it was sure to spread all over Heywood, and the lads who had time to come back for a drink.

Then... It's just really lively.

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

It happened to run into Mrs. Wells, who was busy.

"Lille, are you leaving? Don't have two drinks with them? ”

"Hey, I can't drink because of my health problems." Lille shrugged, "Mrs. Wells, V will trouble you, don't let her drink to death, and she will 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 for a walk to-morrow." ”

Lille is stuck--it's over.

This is a pit brother.

Mrs. Wells saw Lille like this and sighed: "Lille, you are different from him, I believe you can understand me."

Jack was a kid who had been thinking about gangs since he was a kid and had several incidents, but now, what he did was becoming more and more dangerous.

I was just... Didn't want him to be like his father. ”

Lille was silent for a moment, then he spoke, "Then you should understand, Mrs. Wells, that Jack is what he did—or that he wouldn't figure out what you said until he really thought he was big brother." ”

"Or maybe he won't understand these things until he's dead." Mrs. Wells cursed to herself again.

Then she resigned herself, "But maybe this is the man of the Wells family - with you, Jack might really be able to become a big man." ”

Lille smiled, but remembered the past.

In his previous life, he had seen too many parents run up to him and ask for a promise – a promise that their children would come back, would become talented, would... Die well deserved.

But how can these things be promised? In the end, it was just a mechanical search in the head for words to answer.

Mrs. Wells was a wise man—she knew there was no such thing as a promise.

"I thought you'd go back and let him go to the garage to reflect."

Mrs. Wells smiled, "He's listened to me once, and the days when he quit Valentino were his ugliest.

But I have the vision - I know it was the right choice, or he wouldn't have met you now.

I'll watch them both, but V will call your name and tell you to go for a drink in a moment. ”

"Ignore her, it'll stop in a moment."

With that, Lille walked towards the metro - although it was a bit late, there was still a trip to Lao Wei's clinic.

There's no way, I'll end the exam tomorrow, so I have to buy stationery.