Chapter 1347 - 437: All Tactical Jump Assistance_3

Chapter 1347: Chapter 437: All Tactical Jump Assistance_3

This phenomenon is particularly evident in Germany in 2077, where the giant skyscraper floors act as insurmountable barriers.

Unlike the sultry, foul-smelling, dirty, and depraved lower district and the ever-busy middle district, after stepping off the exterior hover platform in the upper district, what comes into view is the full-scale replica of the Brandenburg Gate.

The grand gate composed of six stone columns several meters high, topped with a chariot and the goddess of victory.

Behind the stone gate, the tech-laden hovercars shuttle back and forth in mid-air, leaving trails of colorful neon that make one unable to discern the era at first glance.

The siblings Aurora and Kassel, dressed in golden leather jackets, had been waiting for quite a while.

"Oh... I didn’t expect it to be quite a handsome guy~~"

Aurora still exhibits her top-tier flirtatious nature, almost sticking to West Fire Grass upon meeting.

West Fire Grass gracefully declined, extending his hand to push her away, saying righteously

"I’m here for serious business."

"Ah, yes, yes, you men only ever say that one thing."

Aurora wisely refrained from getting closer.

Mostly due to psychological shadows left by those people in Dog Town.

After the siblings were captured alive by players there, their consciousness was locked and tortured in No.1 Square for almost half a month, and their proud hacker skills were thoroughly exposed by Song Zhaomei and Lucy.

Watching these crazies carry data back and forth in the old net, the siblings wisely backed down.

Not worth provoking.

"Where’s the place those guys agreed on? It’s not somewhere weird, is it?"

Since that incident, West Fire Grass has had a psychological shadow about these socialite gatherings.

This time, the meeting was with Fitch, one of the world’s three major loan rating agencies. Only by getting them on board can West Fire Grass have the subprime loans rated as A-grade, and then securitize and sell them.

"It’s a nice place, Potsdam New Palace. If not for you, I wouldn’t even be able to get past the gate there."

Aurora couldn’t help but sigh, realizing how different people can be. Two years ago, they were still circling around a small company in Night City, and in the blink of an eye, they could wield tens of billions and do business in Germany.

Those raters, upon hearing the news, flock like sharks smelling blood.

To them, West Fire Grass is the holder of the Cuban drug lords’ funds, practically delivering a fat sheep to them on a silver platter.

Replicating Potsdam New Palace on a skyscraper is the epitome of opulent indulgence.

In Sanssouci Palace, multicolored flowers enveloped the pavilion and terraces, surrounded by lights reflecting the lake’s shimmering waters like an enchanting fairy tale, with fountain music and poetry wafting across the luminous waves.

It’s hard to imagine that here is less than a hundred and fifty meters vertically away from the slums.

Meanwhile, a few appropriately dressed Westerners are sitting in a small lodge on Grape Hill, raising glasses in a toast to West Fire Grass, inviting him to hurry over.

With a game account displaying nine zeros, West Fire Grass hardly counts as a poor man, but he isn’t an aristocrat either—just a nouveau riche.

In the elite circles, what matters is relationships, bloodlines, circles; money is the least important.

Zheng Shichang’s maniacal pursuit of business cards, haute couture, watches, luxury cars...

All of this is considered trash by these people because they are the ones setting the rules of this circle.

Their handmade cashmere shirts, valued at tens of thousands of Orokin, are disposable gifts from companies, tossed in the trash bin after wearing. Their cars are limited hover sports cars gifted by Mercedes; it’s safe to say the capital world revolves around them.

These people are not the same crowd as those in Night City’s underground; they’ve passed the stage of being excited at the sight of blood.

"Phew..."

West Fire Grass probably hasn’t even seen such people on TV in real life; the only name he’s heard from their circle is Soros.

And now, this group has set their sights on the money in his hands.

[Calm down, say one thing, then you say another]

Taking a deep breath, he proactively headed up the slope, leaving footprints in each step.

You have your eye on my money, isn’t that a coincidence? I have my eye on your life.

After all, the money isn’t mine; I don’t care if I give it all to you for nothing. But selling those loan bonds in my hand—I care a lot about that.

Both parties laughed happily, making Aurora shiver.