After chatting with Mann for a while, he seemed to feel that chatting with two big men was too boring. Mann watched Lin Mo chatting with him while eating oden.
In the end, he couldn't hold it back anymore and ran to the stall to order an oden for himself.
"Is this Japanese snack really delicious?" Mann looked at the steaming oden in his hand uncertainly.
"It's just so-so. It's all synthetic ingredients anyway. It's good if it can fill your stomach."
Lin Mo finished the remaining oden in a few strokes. Although the taste was average, he did not waste any food.
The taste of these synthetic ingredients produced in whole food factories is indeed unsatisfactory.
But Lin Mo also had to admit that the development of this synthetic food technology has indeed reached the level of "confusing fakes with real ones".
The only drawback is that it's a bit unpalatable.
"That's right. A kid from a rich family like you must have been eating all kinds of fresh and delicious food since childhood. Are you interested in telling me about it so that I can learn more about it?" Mann poked the fish balls in the plastic box with his chopsticks.
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Lin Mo put the discarded box aside for the time being, planning to throw it away later:
"Yes, but do you really want to listen? I'm afraid you will feel it's unfair."
Mann snorted without paying much attention, picked up the noodles and took a sip, his eyes showing a sense of vicissitudes of life.
"There is no fairness in this fucking world and this city. Let's talk about it, little financier. Maybe I can live a life of good food and clothing in the future."
"Then let me give you an example. On one of my birthdays, I ate real honey produced from the hive, and the honey was mixed into the cake." Lin Mo said calmly.
Mann was amazed, and his face couldn't help but look a little more yearning: "Real honey? How much does it cost?"
"150,000 euros, and the amount of honey is not much, and the quality is also very average. It is said that the price of truly high-quality natural honey is immeasurable and must be auctioned in an auction house."
Lin Mo stretched out and felt a little tired after just eating and drinking. However, the cool evening breeze made him sober again.
He continued to look in the direction of the stall and continued:
"Anyway, I have read in some news and gossip magazines that precious natural and organic ingredients like this are often sold at an auction house for no less than 200,000 euros... Isn't it very impressive?"
Mann snorted coldly and said in a low tone:
"What's so emotional about this? Isn't it a normal thing?"
Lin Mo rested his elbows on his knees, folded his hands and looked down at the ground. After a long time, he said:
"Honestly, it's normal, but it shouldn't be like this."
Mann disagreed.
After all, no matter how you look at it, Lin Mo is the one with vested interests, and his monthly pocket money may be enough to pay for a commission for their team.
It's just the little devil's occasional lament about the world.
Neither of them went any further on this topic, and then they chatted for a while until they were interrupted by an episode.
Suddenly, a stooped old lady walked out of the back door of the restaurant, holding a bag in her hand and staggering towards Lin Mo.
The conversation between the two was interrupted.
Lin Mo watched calmly as the old lady handed the bag to Mann. The two seemed to be conducting a secret transaction under the underground party, handing over the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other.
When the old lady turned back and looked at Lin Mo's curious eyes, Mann chuckled, swayed the bag and asked:
"Want to know what this is?"
"It goes without saying that you can guess that this restaurant is most likely a secret trading place. There are so many fringe people here. I don't think the food here is delicious." Lin Mo smiled, confident.
"Good guess."
Mann opened the bag and showed Lin Mo the doses of liquid contained in transparent glass.
Immunosuppressants?
Lin Mo saw the essence of these injections at a glance.
"Yes, they are valuable medical drugs after all. These things cannot be bought casually. By the way, let me introduce to you. This restaurant is a trading point. If you need anything, just tell the boss. He has the connections to help.
You got some good stuff," Mann explained with a smile.
Lin Mo's eyes suddenly lit up.
If there is something that limits him from being able to spend money even if he has money, it is undoubtedly the lack of various connections, channels and connections.
Lin Mo couldn't be more satisfied with an agency like this that will help you with everything as long as you give money.
"Then can he help me get some prosthetic plug-ins? For example, the Sean Westan heat sink, or the aramid polycarbonate combat suit produced by Arasaka Company. Of course, if he can get some military vehicles, such as
I can also eat devil lizards and so on!"
Lin Mo looked at Mann eagerly.
Mann's smile froze instantly. He suppressed his smile and looked at Lin Mo silently. The expression on his face seemed to say, "Are you kidding me?"
Looking at each other for a long time, he coughed a few times and said helplessly: "My little sponsor, do you think someone who has the ability to get these things will still open a restaurant here?"
"I don't think it's possible, but it's okay to ask." Lin Mo sighed regretfully.
"Don't have too much hope. The boss here can at most help you get some weapons and ammunition, as well as some medical drugs. But if you want to ask if you can get a prosthetic body, I can introduce you to someone."
Mann took out a tube of immunosuppressant, put it into a pneumatic syringe, and inserted it into his arm.
As the liquid was slowly pushed into the body, Mann's expression gradually became happy.
Lin Mo watched this scene calmly, understanding Mann's reaction very well.
Since the DNA data has been matched, the biological components on his body will not produce similar immune rejection reactions, but the remaining two prosthetics [Sianwistan] and [Krenchikov] are different.
This kind of prosthetic body is purely a mechanical structure. Unless the body has completely adapted to it, otherwise it will inevitably produce a rejection reaction.
When an immunosuppressant is injected, as the rejection reaction disappears, the injector will feel a comfortable feeling similar to "tickling". Mann's reaction is quite large, but it is not surprising.
only.....
Lin Mo calmly observed Mann's expression of enjoyment and felt something bad in his heart.
To be able to show such an expression as if he had undergone a full set of "general health care"... The prosthetic body on this big man's body has probably far exceeded the danger threshold.
After a while, Mann finally recovered from the comfort of "relieving itching", turned his head and glanced at Lin Mo, and asked:
"What did you just say?"
"You said you wanted to introduce me to someone who can get a prosthetic body." Lin Mo said.
"Oh, yes, wait, this is her phone number. You can call her tomorrow and I will explain it to her." Mann's eyes lit up and he transferred the number.
Let me see what kind of god this is.
Lin Mo opened the chat channel with great interest and saw the phone number sent by Mann.