Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

Although implant care stores are an emerging industry these days, the opening of a new store is not news. Whether it is in newspapers, TV, radio or information networks, implant care shops opened by pharmaceutical companies and gangs are overwhelmingly promoted. Seeing this situation, their "veterans' home" did not waste money on advertising. They just distributed some flyers on the streets and put up a "Opening Promotion" sign in front of the store.

Not even a beautiful reception girl was invited.

As a matter of course, their initial lack of business was to be expected. They had already planned that it would not be possible to make an immediate profit in the early stages of operation. If they could break even within a year, they would be considered successful if they fully recovered their capital in three to four years. From the beginning, they have implemented a strategy of stable operation and accumulation of reputation.

There will be more and more implant users, and they don’t have to worry about not having potential customers. The key is how to bring customers in and retain them. As long as we can provide customers with services that truly make them feel comfortable, customers will bring new customers, and then implant care shops can develop. With their scale, it is simply delusional to try to break out of the advertising field according to general ideas.

On the first business day, not a single customer came to the door during the entire day. Zhuang Xuteng and Ge Gongdao were practicing close combat in the small space in the basement, while Nightingale and Yanque were learning the latest information technology in the rest area on the second floor. Everyone had a fulfilling day...

The four major shareholders are not anxious, but the small shareholder Doyle is very anxious. He suggested that Ge Gongdao call some friends in the mercenary industry here for maintenance, which can also be considered as broadening business channels. Ge Gongdao shook his head. It's not that he hasn't thought of this method, but places where mercenaries often hang out often mean danger. Ordinary people don't dare to approach, so it will only cut off more important customers.

"Lucy's restaurant is a counter-example. It is the safest and best-serviced place within the surrounding four blocks. At the beginning, when everyone didn't know what was going on, a considerable number of neighbors came to visit. Since I met him once After threats are made and everyone is fully armed, no one will dare to come." Ge Gongdao took the music restaurant as an example and said: "The only way is to build up the reputation first, and then when opening a branch, we can open a mercenary store. I will directly Bring the mercenaries, if the service is not good, there will be trouble, and the young people below will lose their arms and legs?"

If this doesn't work, then think of other ways. Doyle thought of his former comrades-in-arms, the guys who survived the last corporate war. Now they all have old arms and legs with pain, right? He is very confident in the quality of the implant care shop. At least it will never cheat anyone, and the results are worth every penny spent here. So he dug out the old phone book, found those friendly numbers on the wrinkled and yellowed paper, and started to contact his old buddy.

Most of them have become empty accounts, and a small number of people have gotten through, but they are not in Peicheng. We can't let those old friends who are in poor health travel long distances and tire themselves out. He was a little depressed, and was noticed by Nightingale and Rockbird.

"The empty number does not mean that the number is gone, it probably means that the number has been changed. Every city has its own communication company, and local services are always cheaper, so it is normal for the number to be changed." Nightingale and Yanque decided to help Doyle. , Besides, Doyle’s actions are also for their stores. "We're trying to check for you if the original owner of these numbers has a new one."

"Would it be troublesome?"

"These old numbers are the simplest. Their basic information exists in a very old system, which is full of loopholes and has been hacked countless times. If it is a new number, it will be more troublesome, but it is not impossible. ." Nightingale asked Yanque to do the work, and explained to Doyle: "These information systems for public use are all bought through bidding, and they are always the cheapest ones to win the bid. The ones that are difficult to deal with are usually those non-operating systems. , such as those used internally by companies and constitutional governments, that is called layer-by-layer protection and killing at every step."

After the efforts of the two sisters, some empty accounts were resurrected, and Doyle contacted some old friends. He made so many calls that day that his phone had to be connected to the charging cable all the time, and the big old man leaned on the table, crying while talking on the phone.

He thought that some of the guys were dead, and many of the guys also thought that he was dead; finding that the other guy was not dead would be a blessing; finding that someone was really dead would have to accept the belated sorrow. Doyle's eyes were red when he put down the phone. He couldn't say whether he was in a good or bad state, maybe a little bit of both. He told Zhuang Xuteng, who had just finished exercising, that he was going out for a trip. He had his old buddy in Peicheng, and he was not far away. Zhuang Xuteng threw him the key to the Armored Weasel. It was a new car and needed someone to drive it out and run it in.

"Don't be anxious, drive slowly, we are watching the store!" Zhuang Xuteng smiled and waved his hand, then walked into the "manager"'s office and sat down in Doyle's seat. With the physical training over, it was time to meditate and practice necromancy. Anyway, there are no customers in the store, so nothing will be delayed.

Everyone has a different physique and encounters different things. For example, Dao'er may have a physique that can "ward off evil spirits and drive away disasters", while Zhuang Xuteng is just the opposite, always having evil spirits and disasters. Not long after he sat in the shop, a man and a woman, two young men with skull tattoos on their faces, walked in.

They want to meet the boss. The boy at the front desk didn't dare to neglect, so he led them to the manager's office. Zhuang Xuteng scratched his head, wondering what the fuss was about. He squinted and counted the number of skulls on the faces of the two people. There are only two of them, so they can only be regarded as the backbone of the group, not even cadres.

"The business of your store is pretty good!" The two of them really liked each other. Is there a customer in the store? The windows were bright and clean, and there wasn't even a hair on the floor. Everyone was really looking forward to having guests leave black footprints here or something. However, good business may be their cliché, just like "I opened this road and planted this tree."

"Business is not good. We don't have a single customer yet." Zhuang Xuteng tilted his head. He had never had a good impression of gang members, and he didn't even have the patience to act with two low-level gangsters with skull tattoos. "We have already paid the protection fee, why are you here?"

"I know you paid the protection fee, which is the same for all the shops on the street." The gangster's language organization skills are not very good. Except for the clichés of gang training, other contents are not expressed fluently. "But the implant care shop is different. It also has an admission fee."

"What? Access?" Zhuang Xuteng snorted and said, "You Cemetery Gang wants to replace the constitutional government with industry access? Can you issue certificates or provide training?"

"We can supply it." The gangster took out a small bottle with some blue powder in it. "Every implant shop can only open and operate well if it has this. Your protection fee is very generous, so our boss plans to drag you to make a fortune together. This safety blue is the entry threshold."

Zhuang Xuteng lowered his face, suppressed his anger, and said: "Thank you for your kindness, we will not participate in this. We don't understand, we don't want to get involved, and we don't want to make a fortune through this. Go back and tell your leader..."

"Then you don't want to give me face?"

With one sentence, Zhuang Xu laughed angrily. He has always felt that the level of gang members is not very high, but it is not that low. Why send two idiots like this to expand business? Can the two of them fight, or can they talk glibly, put on a bad face, barely repeat some clichés, and do nothing else, so that they can advance in the gang and get the second skull?

The Cemetery Gang is like many big companies. The trainee members don't have skulls and don't get tattoos until they officially start. I heard that the management mechanism of this skull tattoo is very strict. The juniors of gang bosses cannot directly get one skull when they come in, at least three. So the two skull-headed guys must have been promoted from traineeships, but what can they accomplish at their level? How did you get promoted?

"Again, we don't do safety blue or other blue business. Please go back and thank you..."

The little gangster slapped the table, pointed at Zhuang Xuteng and said, "Are you not going to show me face... Brother, be careful of misfires."

He had to beg for mercy immediately because Zhuang Xuteng had already put the shadow gun on his head, and he had no idea how this happened.

"Can you understand me? We don't sell safety blue. Not all the shops on this street sell safety blue. You open an implant shop and sell safety blue to make money, which has nothing to do with me." Zhuang Xuteng frowned , he didn’t want to make things too rigid, after all, Doyle was still the one who usually worked here. "Go back and tell your boss that our place is too close to the PCPD and we don't want to increase business risks."

"Safe Blue has no business risks, brother..." The gangster raised his hands and suddenly crossed them in the middle, trying to clamp Zhuang Xuteng's wrist from left to right. However, his actions could not escape Zhuang Xuteng's reaction. He first drew his hand away to avoid the attack, then put his fingers back on his forehead. At the same time, he took out a second bone spear and aimed it at another gangster.

"Hey, oh, oh, oh, did you miss? The slap was loud, but you didn't catch anything." Zhuang Xuteng put his fingers a little harder and said against the guy's forehead: "My patience is limited, don't do anything that may cost you your life." Try it. We don’t sell safety blue, do you understand?”

"The boss said that all stores in Peicheng must put safety blue products on the shelves..."

"He's talking about your own store, right? Does the Cemetery Gang still care whether the implant stores opened by Today's Group have safety blue products?"

"Hey, it seems so...there's nothing there..." The little gangster frowned, looking like he couldn't wrap his head around it. At this time, Ge Gongdao, who heard the noise, walked in. His figure was clearly convincing. The other female gangster immediately raised her hands and feet and huddled on the sofa in a surrender posture.

Zhuang Xuteng sighed and said, "Do you two know what you are going to say when you go back?"

"You don't want access... No, you are not interested in Safe Blue's business." The gangster said with a grin.

"Let's go!" Zhuang Xuteng pushed his forehead with his palm, and then pointed in the direction of the door: "We paid the protection fee in the hope that we can operate with peace of mind and avoid trouble. I hope that your Cemetery Gang will not become a trouble."

After the two gangsters left, Zhuang Xuteng shook his head and said to Ge Gongdao: "Something's wrong. The two of them came inexplicably and went inexplicably. Brother Dao, look at the store. I'll chase him out and take a look."

"Okay, go quickly and be careful." Ge Gongdao has always believed in Zhuang Xuteng's judgment. He said: "Those two people have obvious appearance features and cannot go far. You have time to bring everything. I asked the two sisters to You do information support.”

Zhuang Xuteng nodded, rushed to the underground garage, took off the equipment from the armored vehicle, especially the stealth equipment, and then went out through the back door. The two people just left the house and moved west, so Zhuang Xuteng used the implant to charge up and jumped onto the roof, searching westward.

He has excellent graphic memory and ability to analyze visual details. He quickly locked onto the two people walking on the street, and then locked on the enhanced hearing. The two men cursed each other, accusing each other of not helping them when the shadow gun was aimed at them, and of lacking a sense of partnership.

"That guy moved so fast, I didn't even react. It means he had prepared the shadow gun from the beginning, and he had bad intentions!" The two people yelled and slapped Zhuang Xuteng on his head. It was obvious that they were trying to make a confession to each other. He was portrayed as a source of instability for the gangs.

Regarding Zhuang Xuteng's clear rejection of Ping An Lan, the two of them did not quibble. From this analysis, Zhuang Xuteng believed that promoting safety blue was just a cover, and the two people had other purposes for their trip. If they are just promoting safety blue, then the gang wants to expand and it is considered "normal business scope". But in this situation, the two people may be specifically looking for trouble, so you have to know what medicine they bought in the gourd. So Zhuang Xuteng continued to follow and watched the two people turn into the alley.

This is a remote and uninhabited alley. A maximum of three people can pass through it side by side. However, most of the area is occupied by some second-hand goods and waste products, and the environment is dirty. There was a T-shaped intersection in the middle of the alley. The two people stood there, took out two cigarettes, put some safety blue powder into them with a syringe, and then smoked them.

Zhuang Xuteng judged who they were waiting for. Sure enough, about half an hour later, a PCPD car stopped at the other end of the alley, and two people came out of the car. One of them was chewing gum and standing guard at the entrance of the alley, his eyes glancing over from time to time. Another guy wearing sunglasses walked over with a figure-footed step. He carefully jumped over the sewage pool, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for himself.

Three smokers? Is this a tacit secret code? Why did PCPD appear and was it involved? Zhuang Xuteng carefully lurked and listened to what they had to say.