Looking at the attachment on the message board, Lin Mo finally let out a long sigh, feeling inexplicably helpless in his heart.
Although he used to often complain that it was good to be the enemy, but at this moment, he felt a little bit dumbfounded.
However, this also shows from the side that his influence is gradually increasing. For second-hand cars like this, if you don't have reputation and ability, the middleman will not sell them to you.
After all, they are second-hand vehicles that have passed through the hands of middlemen. They are basically obtained through various gray means, and the sales prices are almost always sold at a discount.
Of course, when you buy this kind of black car, you will not have insurance, registration certificate, license plate, etc. In the game, if the vehicle is damaged, you can get a new one for only 100, which is impossible in reality.
Like this Kusanagi ct-3x, the market price is basically around 70,000 euros. If you can buy it for 38,000 euros, it will definitely not be a loss.
But with his current savings, he doesn't like this kind of second-hand car.
However, if you can buy it and give it to members like Kitagawa Hiroshi and David to use it as a transportation vehicle for the studio, it would be a good choice.
After all, although this kind of second-hand black car does not have all the rights to buy it through formal channels, the advantage is that it cannot be traced. There are no traffic patrols in Night City, and no one cares whether the car you are riding in is a black car.
If something is done and the vehicle is thrown away, even if it is found, the individual's identity cannot be found through the license plate or vehicle system.
Thinking of this, Lin Mo also sent this photo to David.
"What is this?" David opened the chat channel with a curious look on his face. When he saw the fiery red motorcycle, he couldn't help but admire how awesome it was.
"A motorcycle sold at a low price can be taken home for 38,000 yuan. Are you interested?" Lin Mo asked again.
David lowered his head and pondered for a while, and finally shook his head and said: "Forget it, I can't ride a bicycle, let alone a motorcycle. Once this car is in my hands, it will be smashed into pieces the next day."
"Well, very good. It seems that you are still self-aware, but you should find an opportunity to learn how to drive a car in the future. If not, buy a skill chip."
Lin Mo nodded absently and sent the car's information to Kitagawa Hao with bright eyes.
This man who used to work in the Tiger Claw Gang probably prefers sports cars rather than motorcycles, but now that he has seen such a cheap motorcycle, he may have the idea of purchasing it.
"But I have no money..." David sighed, his tone full of regret that a penny would stump a heroic man.
Lin Mo gave him a strange look and gave him a solution:
"I don't have any money to borrow. You are also a member of our studio after all. If you really want something but are short of money, write an IOU and ask me to borrow money."
"If it doesn't work, just find any reason to apply for funds from the studio in the name of work. I am the boss and I will turn a blind eye and let you pass. This part of the fee will be included in the studio's cost account, and you don't have to pay it back."
David stared at Lin Mo dumbfounded, and became even more surprised when he realized that the latter was not joking.
Is it really okay for you to personally teach employees how to defraud studio assets in a legal manner?
"I will try it in the future." After all, the thin-skinned David did not do what Lin Mo said: "I am not familiar with the work content of the studio now. I will wait until I have contact with the Japanese man.
Bar."
"Well, you can leave later. I have to leave now."
Lin Mo nodded, finally got up from the sofa, packed up his personal belongings and walked out of the apartment.
David didn't stop him, he sat on the sofa and watched Lin Mo leave.
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When he came outside the road, Lin Mo called a Delama taxi. After getting in, he casually stated an address and the taxi drove away.
Sitting in the car with nothing to do, Lin Mo took out the simulator Mewtwo headband from his pocket.
In fact, Lin Mo has never been very worried about the safety of this simulator Mewtwo headband.
If anyone other than him touches the headband, the headband will not activate. Secondly, no matter where he is, as long as he wants to have a simulated experience, the headband will appear in his package.
This is also the reason why Lin Mo has never lost his headband since he traveled to this world.
Such a thing has been with him since he was born, so there must be insurance measures.
"Jia Baoyu was born with a piece of jade. Fortunately for me, I carry a Chaomeng headband with me." Lin Mo laughed at himself and put the headband into his pocket.
Judging from the deeds simulated last night, today will be a very relaxed day, with not much fighting and killing, only lots of talking.
Taking advantage of the rare moment of leisure while sitting in the car, Lin Mo also squinted his eyes and took a nap, thinking about how to discuss matters with the person he met next.
Delama Taxi always provides the best service to its customers. Sensing that he was thinking about a problem, the in-car AI did not speak much along the way. The vehicle also slowed down to the point where no sound was made, and there was only silence in the car.
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At noon, the taxi came to Japan Street and stopped in the small parking lot of Turbo Restaurant.
"Dear Excelsior customer, the address you booked in advance has arrived. I hope this ride will satisfy you." Bald AI reminded politely.
"Thank you, Lao De." Lin Mo opened his eyes and walked out of the car.
Looking at the restaurant in front of him, and recalling the meeting place that the two had agreed on after discussing on the chat channel, Lin Mo could still remember his astonishment at that time.
This is both unexpected and reasonable. This restaurant seems to have a good reputation among marginalized people.
Of course, we don't rule out the possibility that the woman lives nearby.
Lin Mo took care of his appearance a little. He still wore the Wolf School jacket and ordinary gray bulletproof trousers. This kind of clothing fit the style of marginalized people.
In a formal meeting like this, if you walk into a place like this wearing a suit and leather shoes, it would be a bit nondescript.
As for the yellow legendary jacket, he also put it in the Delamain taxi. If nothing else, he will use this taxi's private service all day today.
Walking into the restaurant, the interior is also very ordinary, with a circular bar, facing chairs by the window, small soft sofas, and occasionally not-so-clean dirt on the floor.
The white-haired woman was sitting at the very back of the restaurant, holding a cigarette in her hand. Amidst the mist, the woman's eyes were looking out the window, her eyes as indifferent as water.
Lucy, that hacker woman with a unique personality.
Lin Mo walked over and sat opposite the woman. Facing her calm gaze, he showed a polite smile:
"Sorry, I'm late."
"As long as you know."
After finishing laughing, Lin Mo also gradually stopped smiling, crossed his hands on his knees, leaned slightly against the sofa seat, and suggested:
"Are you in a hurry? Do you want to catch up on old times, or get to the point directly."
Lucy pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the table, crushed it out, and replied with the same cold expression:
"Let's get down to business. I'm not in a hurry, but I don't want to waste time here either."