Genshin Impact: Open the door, free trade!

Guadalupe Alajendra Wells, but everyone called her Mrs. Wells.

It is generally recognized that no matter who you are, as long as you enter her home, your words will be listened to and you will be treated to a delicious meal.

Like all mothers, she is willing to give everything, even her life, to protect her children.

She is an important figure in Heywood, and even the toughest members of the Valentino gang have to be courteous to her when they see her.

The priest even said once that Mrs. Wells was not only kind-hearted, but also more powerful than any gangster in the neighborhood.

"I haven't eaten it yet. I brought the ingredients here specially."

Lao Wei gestured to Jack to open the low-temperature freezer.

The simply processed wild boar in the freezer was exposed in front of the three people.

"Oh my god, Old Vic, where did you get this?"

Mrs. Wells looked worried. She didn't want Mr. Wells to do anything stupid.

"A friend gave it to me and asked me to get him some good stuff.

I have prepared some prosthetics, and I also need some weapons, which I don't have.

We left half of the wild boar for ourselves to eat.

I plan to give the rest to the priest so that he can help my friend get some more powerful weapons."

Victor explained his excuse and told the two not to worry, he was not causing any trouble.

"That's awesome, Lao Wei, you have such a friend. This wild boar is also very healthy. I really can't imagine where your friend got it."

Jack touched the wild boar, checked the quality of the pork, and finally praised Victor.

"Okay, Lao Wei, I will help you contact the priest. Don't bring this kind of thing here next time. It really scared me."

Mrs. Wells patted her chest. She just thought that Old Wei was involved in smuggling, and this kind of thing.

Maybe it was put into operation by the company's senior management.

But he still believed what Lao Wei said. Lao Wei has always been reliable, and the fame Victor has accumulated over the years also told her that her vision was correct.

“Now we have a new problem.”

Mrs. Wells said, spreading her hands.

"What's the problem, Mom? Don't keep me in suspense."

Jack complained to Mrs. Wells.

"How should we cook it? Do you know how to do it?"

Mrs. Wells spread her hands and looked at the two of them with amusement.

“This is easy, just cut it into pieces and roast it.

I've never really had the pleasure of eating real meat.

I have eaten real chicken from Taiping Island before, but it was too expensive."

Jack said as he petted the huge boar affectionately.

This wild boar is estimated to be two meters long and weigh about four hundred and fifty kilograms.

And because it is wild in Teyvat, there is very little fat.

"Okay, then you guys have to come help me. I can't handle it alone."

"Leave it to your strong man. I will peel off the entire skin. The priest will probably give you a good price for it."

Old Vicki moved to help Jack drag the pig out of the cupboard and lay it on the floor.

Mrs. Wells took a picture and sent it to the priest.

After a while, the priest called. We didn't talk much, but just said he would be there soon.

Time passed quickly as the three of them were busy, and soon the priest arrived at the Wild Wolf Bar with two bodyguards.

"Dear Mrs. Wells, long time no see."

The priest went straight to the kitchen behind the bar as if he was going home, without anyone leading him.

"Yes, Father, we haven't seen each other for eleven hours. I missed you so much."

Mrs. Wells rolled her eyes at the priest and said helplessly.

"You probably haven't had lunch yet. Take your people and wait outside. You'll get your share."

"You are still as kind as ever, and at the same time, very considerate.

Doctor, would you mind coming out to talk?"

The priest looked at Victor with scrutiny in his eyes, but more of it was curiosity and a little bit of respect.

The Priest is a priest and one of the best middlemen in the Highwood District. He is a dangerous man and is at odds with the Six Street Gang.

Although he looks well-dressed, he has many tattoos on his body.

"Pepi's tequila is pretty good."

Victor smiled and did not refuse.

“You’ve seen my doctor, and I’ve been to your clinic once.

You were replacing the crappy prosthetics of a good guy from the Valentino Gang that had been through countless hands.

You even let him buy on credit instead of taking a few parts from him.

Your name is known in Heywood, the conscience of Night City. I heard that you were once a boxer?"

The priest raised the glass in his hand and gestured. Victor responded with a smile, and the two clinked their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

"I prefer saving people to killing people."

“There are very few people like you in Night City.

People at the bottom of society either want to become legends or live a comfortable life.

The most unrealistic thing is to become a senior executive in a company, but the most realistic thing is just to survive.

There may be other people like you, but I don’t know who they are. You are the only one who can make a name for yourself.”

“Didn’t expect I was so famous?

I thought I was a nobody all along.”

Victor smiled and took two more glasses of tequila from the tray and placed them in front of himself and the priest respectively.

“You have my number, Victor, and we both know that.

I gave you my phone number after you had the surgery.

There aren't that many people in my contact list that I can remember clearly.

Even if you were a nobody, I would be willing to be your friend if you would just give Mrs. Wells that half of the wild boar.

In Night City, everyone knows that they should repay kindness, but how many people can actually do it?

That wild boar is very valuable, and real meat is now worth more than human life in the market.

It takes a lot of courage to give away 4 million euros easily in Night City. At least I can't do it."

The priest told Victor the value of his wild boar, which was a disguised offer.

Victor's wild boar weighed more than 400 kilograms and was two meters long.

The current market price of a pound of real meat is around 2,000 euros, and that includes the bones.

That wild boar is worth 8 million euros, but the actual value is still subject to change.

As for the so-called real meat on the market that costs 100 euros per pound, it is made up of 70% real meat and 30% synthetic meat.

Don’t ask what real meat they use is, and don’t ask what synthetic meat is.

All you need to know is that there is a dead lottery in Night City every day for gambling (betting on the number of deaths each day).

There are countless farms, large and small, that raise a range of insects, including earthworms and cockroaches.

"I'll give you the other half. I'm also making a living in the Valentino gang's territory. I'm working with my own people, so I won't make things difficult for you.

To hell with the market price, I'll charge you 1,700 Euros for a pound of real meat.

Half a chicken definitely weighs more than 200 kilograms, so just calculate it as 200 kilograms.

Mrs. Wells should have told you the details.

This is a trophy from a friend of mine, and he wants me to sell it.

Later, he wants to establish long-term cooperation with Night City through me. I wonder if you can take this deal."

Victor revealed his true identity, wanting to see the priest's reaction.

"I'm glad you consider me a friend, Lao Wei."

The priest changed to a more intimate name.

“I can eat this batch by myself, but if your friend is really strong, he can get this kind of good stuff.

If I continue to eat alone, other middlemen will start to have concerns about me."

The priest picked up the glass and drank it. He now seemed to be unable to understand this doctor who had always been law-abiding.

Not only is he more generous, he also has control over resources that should not be available to him.

But the priest did not continue to explore. In Night City, if you always like to chase others.

Then the biggest probability is that you will eat a few peanuts and end up being taken away by those kidney-cutting gangs.

“Perhaps, we can do this business together, I believe, whether it is the middlemen in various regions or the various gangs.

They wouldn't turn down money, would they?"

Victor smiled, raised his glass, and spoke out his true thoughts.