Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1304: Chapter 423: Capitalist Combo: Achieving Platform Differentiation Through Granularity_2

West Fire Grass can’t touch women, nor does he want to get involved with men, and this has become a big joke in Cuba.

"Christmas?"

West Fire Grass pretends to joke.

"What, you guys still celebrate Christmas here?"

"Of course not, Christmas is a business."

Ricardo says as he walks.

"You’re from Night City, you should know how intense the work pressure is for company dogs there."

"Do company dogs have the time to get pregnant and have children? Of course not, they have to turn to us."

Given the work intensity in Night City, the most hardcore grinders only sleep two hours a day, and Lin Miao is a typical representative.

It’s just that while others rely on drugs to keep going, Lin Miao doesn’t need to rest that long.

Under these circumstances, female employees wanting to prep for pregnancy?

What a pipe dream.

Because work efficiency declines during pregnancy, this alone is enough for a company to fire you, not to mention maternity leave, which only exists in dreams.

So, in order to keep their jobs and career prospects, including V, Albertson, and even Mizuki herself, they had their uteruses removed early and their eggs frozen by biotechnology and pharmaceutical companies.

So, what should they do if they want children?

Conventionally, they select their desired sperm to make test-tube babies and have biotechnology cultivate the embryos in artificial wombs.

But it’s very expensive; a child produced through these procedures costs at least 100,000 Orokin.

Is there another way?

Yes, my friend.

Of course, there is.

Find a surrogate, right?

"Every year we have close to ten thousand surrogates here, Europeans, Americans, Africans, they come from everywhere, each fetus earns 20,000 Orokin, this is truly a profitable business, more lucrative than drugs."

Ricardo proudly introduces West Fire Grass to the other business they’re doing besides drugs.

In his eyes, West Fire Grass is also a heartless person, having just arrived in Cuba and smuggled sex dolls from Europe and Neon to open clubs for money, so he doesn’t treat West Fire Grass as an outsider.

So, he rummages through the images on his terminal to show West Fire Grass, trying to build closer ties.

"Look, this is our surrogate factory, right below our current location."

In the image, pregnant women with full bellies are locked and tied to beds, with IV drips hanging from their right arms containing unknown fluids, eyes closed, uncertain whether they are alive or dead.

Just from this angle, West Fire Grass sees no fewer than seventy or eighty women.

His pupils dilate in shock, mouth dry as the acid in his stomach rises to his throat, unable to resist the discomfort and murderous urge within.

"...Where did they all come from?"

"Smuggled, local, and those who grew up here, but there’s no need to differentiate these things."

Ricardo, still unaware, continues introducing the Christmas project to West Fire Grass with great interest.

"A woman can be pregnant with up to four in one cycle, any more and they risk dying, unless the orders are overwhelming, otherwise we generally don’t exceed this number."

He excitedly waves two fingers in front of West Fire Grass.

"The cost of nurturing one fetus each year is only 100 Euros, but it sells for 20,000 Euros, with a 200 percent profit, which surely beats your bond business in Europe, right?"

"If a buyer dies, we raise the better-looking fetuses here for Europeans as custom XN or toys, and the less attractive ones stay to continue being breeding mothers, no waste, ha ha ha."

"Heh heh."

West Fire Grass rasps out a laugh but doesn’t say anything.

"It’s just a pity, the business market is only this big, otherwise just doing this, we wouldn’t know how much money we can make a year...."

Ricardo’s recount of just the Christmas project with West Fire Grass took up half a day, so it’s no wonder the rest are even more hellish.

West Fire Grass fears he may not hold back and kill the guy, so he interrupts Ricardo’s chatter.

"You weren’t looking for me to talk about this, right? Say something useful."

"Oh, of course not, it’s about business, it’s just ahead."

Ricardo leads West Fire Grass into a room in the castle, opening the door.

Wow, a fireplace, leather couch, bear skin rug, tiger head specimen, clearly the room of a hunting enthusiast.

And the room has quite a few people, West Fire Grass glances over and sees the upper echelon of the Havana organization is mostly here, and besides them, there are members from other Cuban local organizations.

When West Fire Grass enters, he hears them frantically discussing the player’s fierce offensives on both fronts.

Europeans seem unreliable, no one knows how much power the seemingly endless Horizon Corporation army has left and whether they can resist.

Filled with a sense of crisis, they just want to move their money out of Cuba quickly to find a safe place.

Even in the worst-case scenario, they would still be well-off gentlemen in the future.

Ricardo knocks on the door, drawing everyone’s attention, then loudly says.

"Everyone, welcome Mr. West Fire Grass."

All eyes fall on the tall Asian young man next to Ricardo.

Those eyes are full of aggression and warning, wishing to strip West Fire Grass’s skin and scrutinize every inch of muscle texture.

Ricardo leads West Fire Grass forward, introducing him to everyone one by one.

"This is Mr. Nightmare, the one and only king of Havana, and this is his Queen, whom you should have already met."

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