Japanese Street.
Rocky's clinic.
Rocky sat in front of the computer and looked at several incoming emails, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
After a morning, three prosthetic clinics where Rocky had given samples had completed drug testing and sent order applications to Rocky.
I believe it won't be long before we can establish cooperative relationships with most of the prosthetic clinics in Night City.
After all, as the medicine slowly flows into the market, no one should refuse the opportunity to get a piece of the pie.
After using the remaining savings to order another batch of raw materials, Rocky began to speed up the production of stimulants.
...
the next day.
An underground clinic in the North City Industrial Zone.
As soon as he opened his clinic, prosthetic doctor Sidney received a request for a visitor.
"Who is it? You're here so early in the morning. I don't think there are any appointments at this time."
With some doubts, Sidney opened the door of the clinic and saw a young man in a black jacket standing in front of him.
"What's up?"
Looking at the unfamiliar face in front of him, Sidney vaguely guessed the other party's intention, but still asked.
Instead of answering his question, the man asked, "Are you Sidney?"
"It's me." Sidney nodded.
"Someone asked me to deliver something to you and asked you to pay 4,500 euros."
Hearing Sidney's affirmative answer, the man took out a bag and placed it in front of Sidney.
Seeing the bag in front of him, Sidney confirmed his guess. He took the thing from the man's hand, opened it, and saw dozens of green potions lying quietly inside.
"Who asked you to come?" Sidney asked curiously.
"I'm only responsible for delivery. I don't know anything else. Give me the money."
The man's answer was within Sidney's expectations. Judging from his attire, he knew he was a mercenary from Night City.
They get paid to do things, and even they themselves don't know who their employer is. If you want to know the intelligence, you probably have to find their middleman.
But the mercenaries would not reveal the middleman's information to him. Obviously, the so-called Ascension Technology did not want them to find themselves.
Sidney had no intention of doing anything shady about the payment for the goods, and readily transferred the money into the man's account.
Since the other party has hired mercenaries to deliver goods and collect payments, Sidney naturally does not want to experience the debt collection service of Night City mercenaries. He still knows the methods of these guys.
After confirming that the payment had been received, the man turned around and left without saying anything more.
He was still rushing to deliver the next one.
This man was none other than Rocky.
After a day of fermentation yesterday, Rocky received orders from seven clinics, most of which ordered about 20 to 30 stimulants, intending to try out the effects first.
After Rocky finished producing the stimulants, he chose to distribute them today.
Originally, Rocky planned to issue a commission to have someone deliver it, but then he thought that he didn't have anyone trustworthy to help, and although Jack was feasible, he didn't want to trouble Jack to do these simple things.
Issuing a commission through an intermediary is naturally a good choice, but it is obvious that the intermediaries are not trustworthy.
If the companies investigate and find the middleman, Rocky's secret will definitely be ruthlessly exposed by them. It is unrealistic to expect them to keep secrets from large companies.
In desperation, Rocky had to deliver it himself. Fortunately, he already had the identity of a free mercenary in Night City. As long as he disguised himself well, the companies would not associate him with the manufacturer behind the scenes.
The clinics that received orders were located in different places in Night City, and it took Rocky a long time to deliver all the goods.
Fortunately, there were no obstacles in collecting the money, but it was a pity that Rocky couldn't use his expert debt collection skills.
Rocky didn't return to the clinic until noon. Looking at the savings of nearly 30,000 yuan, Rocky was overjoyed.
It hasn't been long since we've basically recovered the costs, and I believe it won't be long before we can install more modules.
After Rocky ordered another batch of raw materials from the supplier, he started the clinic business today.
Today, the number of customers at the clinic is gradually increasing. Under Wakako's care and with Rocky's craftsmanship recognized by customers, Rocky's clinic is slowly gaining fame in Japan Street.
...
Time flies, and three days have passed since Rocky's first opening.
In addition to the initial large batch of orders, Rocky received orders from several clinics, but they were not many.
It will probably take some time before the second batch of orders arrives, and I guess those clinics won't be able to sell the stimulants so quickly since they've just been launched on the market.
Japantown is very lively at night.
This is especially true of the TURBO restaurant under the skyscraper.
Many mobile vendors use the open space in front of the restaurant to sell drinks and food.
Several cars were parked together in an open space, and a group of people were drinking and partying wildly.
Most of them are free mercenaries in Night City, also known as cyberpunks.
Mann's team from the Edgewalkers was also among them. They had just completed a mission and were gathering here to celebrate.
The dark-skinned burly men, Mann and Dolio, were arm in arm on the steps, chatting about something. The gibbon Pila and Falco were mixed in the crowd, cheering for the performers.
Hacker Qiwei was drinking by herself, but another hacker in the team, Lucy, did not appear here, perhaps because she did not participate in this mission.
The cyberloli Rebecca in the team was also standing aside drinking a drink and watching the cheerful crowd.
"Huh? Why has that store changed?"
Rebecca didn't seem to be very interested in the hard work that was being performed. When she shifted her gaze, she suddenly found that a shop opposite the restaurant was different from the one she had been there before.
In the past, the shop opposite would have closed at this time, but now it still has a sign saying it is open.
"Pyrrha! What is that?" Rebecca called her brother Pyrrha and pointed her small finger at the shop opposite.
"What? How would I know? There's not even a sign. Maybe it's selling harp and Mewtwo."
Pyrrha spoke in a nasty tone while expressing himself vividly with his flexible and long mechanical fingers.
"Get out!" Seeing her brother's humiliating look, Rebecca instantly went berserk. She gave Pyrrha the middle finger and then stretched out her fleshy calf to kick Pyrrha away.
At this time, Qiwei, who was drinking on the side, was attracted by the two people's playfulness and looked in the direction Rebecca had just pointed.
The artificial eye installed on Qiwei's body flashed with streams of data, and she quickly found information about the store.
"It's a prosthetics clinic, opened three days ago." Qi Wei quickly found relevant information about the store through the Internet. For an experienced hacker, these things can naturally be easily found.
Mann, who was flirting with Dolly, suddenly looked up at Qiwei after hearing her words.