Chapter 2 You are the famous Johnny Silverhand, right?
[System tasks have been opened, and you can get corresponding rewards by completing the tasks]

Along with the sound of a prompt, tens of thousands of tasks appeared on the translucent screen in front of Li Ang.

This doesn't seem like an urgent task, but rather like achieving a game achievement. He can complete the system task in a casual manner.

[Newbie Task: Select Giant Enterprise Template]

[Status: Completed]

[Task Reward: 50 Euros, 50 Enterprise Coins]

……

[Level 1 Task: Complete the first company transaction]

[Status: Unfinished]

[Task Reward: 100 million Euros, 100 Enterprise Coins, 1 chance to win a roulette draw]

[Note: The prize pool items come from the world of the universe, including but not limited to technology, supernatural powers, characters, and extraordinary items! The higher the task level, the higher the probability of the prize pool to produce gold! ]

……

“This painting style is full of dog card feeling!”

Li Ang couldn't help but complain.

But then again, the 50 euros in mission reward really helped him a lot.

It's really hard to move forward without money, especially in the chaotic cyberpunk world where you're worse off than a stray dog!

With this 50 euros of start-up capital, Leon can at least rent a shop in Night City and use it as his own weapons store.

Although he could also squeeze in with those unlicensed ruffians in the underground black market and sell some completely unfamiliar cyber weapons.

But Li Ang couldn't guarantee that he would not be robbed by someone. If the gun just left his hand, someone would shoot him in the head. How frustrating that would be.

If you do business in a more prosperous commercial street, at least you don't have to worry about someone pointing a gun to your head, taking all your money and throwing it into the sewer.

Ordinary people without any background or connections who want to do business in the black market are simply fat sheep that have been delivered to their doorsteps, with the words "at the mercy of others" written on their faces.

After much thought, Li Ang decided to try his luck in the Little Chinatown in Watson District. There are Chinese gangs backing up there, which makes it a good place for Asian businessmen.

In fact, most Chinese people gather in Little Chinatown, where there is the Chinese influence of the Triads, and vagrants and company dogs dare not cause trouble.

After Li Ang finalized the plan, he crushed the unfinished can of soda with his foot. The bubbling water reflected Li Ang's determined back.

……

three days later.

Little Chinatown, Afterlife Bar.

Today was still a bad day for Johnny Silverhand, he was too tired to complain. He picked up the expensive classic tequila on the bar, drank it down, and walked out.

Just a few days ago, Johnny Silverhand got a lucrative job from a middleman and worked as a thug for a Triad gang for a day. The reward he received afterwards was enough for him to buy a new prosthesis.

This was a rare part-time job for Johnny Silverhand, who was in a difficult situation and in urgent need of money. A silly soldier like him was just right for this job.

Johnny Silverhand thought about it and decided that after he finished this job, he would form a rock band called "Samurai" to criticize the dirty America from beginning to end.

But before doing this, Johnny decided to buy a new gun. After all, it was a life-saving weapon. If the quality was a little lower, his life would be closer to death.

Arriving at Mulan Commercial Street, the most prosperous commercial street in Little Chinatown, Johnny suddenly discovered a newly opened gun store. A gun store that could be opened in a prime location in Little Chinatown must be of good quality.

"LA International Weapons Company...it sounds like a prestigious name, but I have no impression of it at all." Johnny Silverhand thought for a moment, then pushed the door open and walked in.

Ding Ling! The door was pushed open and the bell rang. Li Ang, who was cleaning his gun, looked up and saw it. His eyes suddenly fixed. Damn! Isn't this Keanu Reeves?

No, to be precise, his name is Robert Johnny Lind, but because he had a prosthetic arm transplanted into his mutilated left arm, he called himself Johnny Silverhand.

Li Ang was very surprised, because he had just bought the store and was about to open it, and he named the company LA International Arms after the first two letters of his own name "Li-Ang".

Unexpectedly, the first customer to come to the door would be the founder of the Samurai band.

Before Johnny could ask, Li Ang took the initiative and said in a very stylish manner: "Hello, my name is Li Ang, and I'm the owner of this gun shop."

"You are the famous Johnny Silverhand, right?"

Johnny, who was wearing black sunglasses, was startled. He took off his sunglasses in surprise and asked, "Have you heard my story?"

Since leaving the battlefield and defecting to Night City, Johnny Silverhand has basically been living on business introduced by middlemen, and he is considered to be well-known among the grassroots people.

But what he didn't expect was that he actually had acquaintances in the Chinese community. It seemed that he really should start a rock band and become famous in Night City.

Leon smiled mysteriously. He did not answer Johnny, but asked the other party what kind of guns he needed.

"What kind of pistols do you have here? Give me the best ones. I don't want the junk I got from the army."

Johnny Silver leaned on one arm in front of the cash register, looking at Li Ang with both expectation and provocation in his eyes.

Li Ang smiled.

The firearms of the American army in the Central American War were indeed so bad that even dogs would not use them. Only vagrants in the suburbs could use them.

If it were a rock singer like Johnny Silverhand who is unrestrained and flamboyant, he would only choose a gun that is gorgeous in appearance and powerful.

Immediately, Leon took out a common-grade technical pistol [M-76E Omaha] from the cupboard and showed it to Johnny: "How about this gun?"

Johnny reached out and saw a pistol that looked like a SIG Sauer P320, with a layer of gray-green camouflage on the surface and made entirely of alloy.

The texture feels very good, but the shape is not very domineering.

He preferred a large cowboy revolver, preferably one powerful enough to kill a cow with one bullet.

After learning about the performance, range, and power of this gun, Johnny Silverhand's expression changed from initial suspicion to pleasure.

"Sure, my friend. I've never seen anything like this anywhere else except in the military where those cowardly officers were equipped with this kind of gun."

"Where did it come from?"

Johnny looked up at Leon and asked curiously.

"That depends on what you want to hear. It could be stolen from the underground black market, picked up from a homeless camp, or a new product obtained through cooperation with a major military manufacturer. You can pick whichever one you like."

"Which statement is true?" Johnny Silverhand asked relentlessly.

"Of course I'll be the one who can close the deal! Haha, by the way, how many of these guns do you want?"

Leon was too lazy to keep chatting with Johnny Silverhand. He would definitely not tell the truth anyway.

"One handful will do, but..."

"You have to tell me the truth, otherwise I won't dare to take the gun away easily." Johnny, who has been in Night City for several years, has already developed a good habit of not getting into trouble.

It's not that he is timid, but there are many things that are unnecessary to touch. If he loses his life without knowing it, he will end up like those fools on the battlefield in Central America.

"Hey, businessmen have to be tight-lipped. No matter where the items are bought from, I will sell all the weapons that cannot be found on the market and have not yet been developed."

Li Ang confidently promised Johnny Silverhand: "As long as you buy a gun from me, I guarantee you will have a great time killing people!"

(End of this chapter)