From Gotham to Night City, my infamy is known to all.

“I know it doesn’t conform to the rules of caution for intermediaries,” the priest interrupted him. “But you have to be selective about who you’re dealing with and the occasion. You can’t be so rigid all the time.”

"Never mind that for now. Close the warehouse door, call people from the family, and seal this place off. Remember, don't call a single outsider; I only want direct descendants with the surname Ibarra!"

He finally breathed a sigh of relief after everything was finished.

Fortunately, this is Haywood, and his men can get here quickly, otherwise I would feel really uneasy.

Seeing his nephew's still bewildered expression, he decided to give him a little pointers:

"That man—Leonardo DiCaprio—is definitely using an alias; his identity is absolutely extraordinary. I often teach you to observe strangers carefully. Did you notice anything?"

Diego broke out in a cold sweat, quickly thinking: "He looks like a rich young master, very well-maintained. As for his personality..."

He spoke haltingly for a while before the priest slowly nodded: "For your age and experience, your observation is quite careful. But you are still too young and know too little. Did you see the buttons on his clothes?"

Diego was taken aback. A button?

What's so interesting about buttons on clothes...?

The priest sighed and raised his right hand: "See the gemstone ring on my hand? I remember I taught you that middlemen need to prepare some expensive jewelry and attire so that they won't be looked down upon by low-level mercenaries they're meeting for the first time."

Diego nodded quickly; he did remember.

The priest continued, "That L, who claimed to be a new middleman, clearly knew very little about the business. He did prepare expensive jewelry, but he went too far..."

Recalling the luster of those buttons, the priest was somewhat dazed:

"If I'm not mistaken, that's a button made of pure natural black diamond, it looks to be about 2 carats. Hand-cut, the workmanship is perfect, those things are really rare... Market price, around 10."

Diego blinked. "That suit is worth 10 euros?"

The priest couldn't help but roll his eyes: "The raw material for that button was worth 10 euros, but making it into a clothing button has actually devalued it. That's an expensive gemstone that should be used to make rings, bracelets, and necklaces, and now, someone has used it to drill holes and make buttons..."

“Buttons…sigh,” the priest sighed for the umpteenth time, “They get dirty easily while eating, they can easily come loose and get lost, and clothes themselves are easily damaged or lost. Who would make a button out of a black diamond worth 10…”

"Do you understand? That suit jacket, with ten buttons visible, is worth at least a million, enough to buy the lives of two high-ranking company executives. He only knew that the middleman needed to demonstrate his power, but he went too far. Those who don't know the ropes can't see it, and those who do are easily intimidated. He's still too green..."

"Never mind, pass on the word that we will not accept any more requests related to him, and if anyone tries to investigate his background, send someone to warn them."

I used to think he was a spy sent by Kang Tao to pave the way for their infiltration of Night City. Now I realize I was completely wrong. He's probably the illegitimate son of some top figure in a big company, sent here to gain experience.

They can't afford to mess with this guy. If something really happens to him in Heywood, the lower-level gang members might be fine, but neither the upper echelons nor he himself will get away with it...

Have to think of a way.

*

As six o'clock approached, the streets of Heywood became bustling with a significant increase in traffic.

An old, silver-gray sedan swerved left and right, moving rapidly in a zigzag pattern, and several times even crossed the solid line and ran into the opposite lane.

This driving skill, which resembled that of someone who was drunk, frightened many drivers into cursing and swearing. Some even pulled out guns, creating a tense atmosphere.

Leo was stunned: "Jack! Dude! Can't you even drive? Drive straight, don't go the wrong way!"

Jack turned his head blankly, his eyes glazed over: "What did you say? I was spacing out, I didn't hear you..."

"I know you're daydreaming... Watch where you're going! Don't look at me!"

drop----

The car in front honked its horn sharply, forcing Jack's car to stop.

The two cars were so close to "kissing" each other.

"Damn it, get out of there, I'll drive!"

V, who was sitting in the back, was also quite frightened.

He finally completed a big deal, only to die on the way back in such a ridiculous way as a car accident. It's just too "legendary".

In the future, the Rebirth Bar might add a new drink called—Three Big Idiots!

After a driver change, with V taking over, the vehicle finally started driving straight in the correct lane.

The issue is……

"Step on the brakes! Step on the brakes!" Leo cried out in a piercing wail, but V stared straight ahead and didn't hear him at all.

The vehicle sped through the intersection, drawing friendly greetings from the drivers.

The reason is that she ran a red light!

"Three! This is the third red light!" Leo gripped the seatbelt tightly, shrinking into his seat. "Stop the car! Stop the car now! I need to get out!"

Early Success: Chapter 104 Leo: "The operation was a great success, this deal is closed!"

No matter how much Leo screamed and scratched, V drove back to the apartment without blinking.

Yes, she really didn't blink once; her eyes were wide open like saucers the whole way.

Jack couldn't be relied on either; he was still daydreaming even after the car had stopped.

Leo was truly desperate. As soon as the car came to a stop, he pushed open the door and escaped outside.

It would be too stupid to die on the way home after a victory, if I didn't die in Gotham, or in an alley in Watson District!

We need a driver! A highly skilled driver! And a driver with a stable temperament!

As soon as he stepped into the house, he started complaining loudly.

But the two friends were in a daze and didn't listen.

"I need to wash my face first, wait a moment."

V rushed into his cabin without looking back.

"Water! I need water!"

Jack rushed to the vending machine and bought a whole bunch of iced cola.

"..."

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Leo was also desperate. He sat on the sofa, picked up a bottle of water, and started drinking.

After downing half a bottle of water in one go, his pounding heart finally calmed down.

Only then did he feel a wave of exhaustion wash over him, and he tilted his head back and let out a long breath.

With the trade between the two sides successfully completed, as long as he maintains good relations between the two sides, he can reap a continuous stream of huge sums of money!

With a bright future seemingly within reach, he suddenly found himself unable to breathe.

I tried to breathe, to take deep breaths, but even so, my brain still throbbed with pain, as if it were about to break through the skull and fly out.

The joy of success is so sweet. This time, I didn't interfere much; it was entirely your own achievement. Be proud of yourself; you're a successful small-time businesswoman now.

The congratulatory message from Chunbai made him even happier.

It felt like a good ten minutes passed before the trio finally came back to normal from their excitement.

Leo looked around and saw a few wet strands of hair stuck to V's face, and three or four empty soda cans at Jack's feet.

"You get so excited over such a small thing, you really can't keep your composure!"

Ignoring the fact that his legs were weak, he took the opportunity to launch workplace PUA against his colleagues.

Jack chuckled foolishly, clearly still lost in his beautiful fantasy.

V was slightly stronger. She walked over to Leo, sat down, and picked up a bottle of water to drink.

Just as Leo was about to deliver a long speech, he suddenly realized that someone was missing from the room.

Only three of the four-person team showed up; they'd forgotten about the hacker girl...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Whoosh...whoosh..."

The call connected instantly.

"Sasha, you've finished your work, come to my apartment!"

Sasha changed her profile picture to her own live video: "Almost there, almost there! Pure White called me some kind of Delaman car. I'm on my way, five minutes to go!"

"OK, see you in a bit."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After hanging up the phone, I waited a few more minutes, and Sasha arrived on time.

Leo noticed that she was relatively calm, wondering if she had already passed her excitement or if the hacker girl simply had good emotional control.

"Come closer, don't stand so far apart."

Hearing his greeting, Sasha hesitated before sitting down to his left. Jack, seeing that there were already three people on the sofa, simply dragged a small round stool from the bar and sat down opposite the coffee table.

Leo looked around and grinned broadly: "The Immortal Squad's first operation was a great success. This deal is settled!"

“Jack accompanied me to the negotiations and even provided the surname Wells as collateral, for a share of $30!”

"V successfully guarded the warehouse alone and completed the mission, earning 30!"

"Sasha provided online support throughout, but didn't get to officially participate; he received 20!"

"I've finished speaking. Who agrees? Who disagrees?"

Leo only asked out of politeness, but he didn't expect there to be objections.

V was the first to stand up: "Don't waste your money. This little job isn't worth this price. Thirty to fifty thousand is more than enough."

Jack agreed: "Although I'm involved in a gang, I've heard the going rate. This kind of mission isn't worth the price, and besides, you've already done a lot for the Wells family."

Sasha's focus wasn't on that: "Doesn't Pure White get a commission? I feel like she's better than me..."

Leo was taken aback: "Oh, right, her job is the same as yours, and you both get 20."

This was just a polite remark, but unexpectedly, 20 yuan was automatically transferred out of my personal account.

【No? What do you want the money for?】

【I put in the effort, why shouldn't I get paid! I need to buy some DIY building materials to set up the core server room. I'm a girl, and I've long since stopped liking your clunky, bulky style!】

Gotham... oh, never mind.

Gotham has Batman; buying this kind of thing is highly suspicious.

Anyway, 20 isn't much, let her do as she pleases.

Having settled things with Chunbai, Leo looked at his friends. He was grateful that they had thought of him, but he couldn't agree with their plan: "The rule for middlemen is that you get paid according to the amount of work you do. This is a big deal worth over ten million. Giving each person only thirty or fifty thousand is just bullying."

“I’ve already said that I’m different from those middlemen who like to exploit people; I’m much more generous than them.”

After saying that, he immediately transferred the money, forcibly sending it out.

Despite their complaints of "it shouldn't be" and "it's too much," their expressions clearly showed they were all very happy.

Sure enough, he knew it—money is the only thing that everyone loves.

Once you've shared the benefits, you're part of a community of shared interests. Money is far more tangible than feelings or friendships; it's the magic bullet for maintaining interpersonal relationships!

"In my motherland, there's a saying: 'Gold and silver are divided on large scales, and wine and meat are eaten from large bowls.' Now that the gold and silver have been divided, I'm going to get a bottle of good wine!"

He stood up and ran into V's room, using the wall as a barrier to secretly take out a bottle of good wine that Afu had given him.

He rushed back to the living room, carefully placed the bottle of wine on the table, and only then did he have the mind to look at the label on the bottle—

Romanée-Conti

Oh no, he doesn't know anything about wine and can't say whether this brand is good or bad...

This is one of the world's top wines, produced in the Bordeaux region of France, and also one of the most expensive wines in the world...

Pure White's help arrived just in time.

Leo repeated her words and happily took out the cork: "This is from a big shot's wine cellar, a really good wine, consider it a parting gift for me."

Upon hearing that the bottle of wine was worth tens of thousands, the friends all took the bottle and curiously examined it.

When V saw the production date, his vision went black for a moment. "A wine from 2000... that's 76 years old now. I don't know much about wine, but this bottle is definitely worth more than tens of thousands!"

She shoved the bottle back onto the table as if it were burning hot coals, then shrank back to keep her distance.

Sasha, who was about to reach out, also shrank back, not daring to touch the bottle of "golden wine".

Leo casually laid out a few cheap wine glasses and poured a glass for everyone: "Wine is for drinking. If it doesn't work out, we can always ask the big shot for some next time. Anyway, he's so poor he only has money left."