Chapter 94 College of Marginal People

On September 12, 2076, at the beginning of autumn, the temperature in Night City, California, has dropped sharply in recent days, and the temperature has become colder day by day. Today, there was a light rain in the morning, so the whole city

Shrouded in fog, the neon lights exude a different artistic conception on a rainy day. The cold-toned neon lights paired with a rainy day will make people subconsciously feel bitingly cold.

Just like Stephen An, he gathered up his leather jacket at this moment, then wrapped himself up and stood in front of the store.

With an expression of disbelief, Stephen An was looking at the opposite side of his store. A property that originally belonged to the Sixth Street Gang is now owned by a marginalized family, and the store that was originally abandoned by the Sixth Street Gang is now under construction.

A major renovation is going on.

No, that's not quite right. It should be said that the entire river valley is undergoing tremendous changes.

It has been less than half a month since the Sixth Street Gang was destroyed. Stephen An never imagined that a family consisting of only a dozen people could actually defeat the Sixth Street Gang, a large gang consisting of thousands of people.

, and they were not troubled by the Sixth Street Gang afterwards.

The Sixth Street Gang is really broken up now. Although there are still a group of guys who bear the name of the Sixth Street Gang, they are also hiding now because the Valentino Gang is beating up the lost dogs. As for the place in Charter Hill, haha

, as soon as Stanley's news was broadcast, the group of young Sixth Street Gang members who were associated with the street sweepers immediately cut off their relationship with the Sixth Street Gang.

Therefore, today, the most famous gang family in Santo Domingo has become a marginalized person.

A family gang with only a dozen people.

Thinking of this, Stephen Ann murmured: "My dear God"

"If someone had told me a month ago that fringe people would beat the Sixth Street Gang, then I would have spit in his face, but now"

Stephenan rubbed his hands and took a breath of hot air. On his thin face, his once dimmed eyes now became radiant. He lowered his head and whispered softly: "But everything right now is so real, Saint-Domingue."

, our home is really changing.”

Johnson, who was shopping in the store, heard Stephen's words. He smiled slightly, walked to Stephen's side with a chubby belly and said: "Stop feeling sad, man, this is the seventeenth time you feel sad about this."

It’s over.”

"Seventeen times? Have I ever been emotional that many times?" Stephenan was stunned after hearing Johnson's words.

Johnson nodded and said with a smile: "It's been okay in the past few days. Before, you would sigh two or three times a day."

Touching the back of his head, Stephenan laughed sheepishly, looked at Johnson and said:

"I just didn't expect that one day, Santo Domingo would be able to settle down. Without the intervention of big companies and NCPD, just relying on one family could really calm down the next area. Who knows?

, he will definitely not believe it."

"But that's the fact." Johnson shook his shoulders and his fat body swayed. He looked at Stephen and said, "By the way, how did you do what Mr. Lin Wen asked you to do?"

"Speaking of this matter, I must complain to you. Except for us merchants who initially believed in marginalized people, now only a few surrounding streets are willing to trust marginalized people, while other places are still in a stalemate.

Especially in the Coronado Farm area, last time I went over and posted Mr. Lin Wen’s recruitment notice, but the local workers were unwilling to believe the marginal family, even though I told them that someone of ours had already received it.

It’s a good salary.”

"But they just don't believe it!"

Stephen An made an old face, let out a long sigh, and then said:

"But I can understand their mood. After all, those of us who have had contact with Mr. Lin Wen, we know what kind of person he is, but they don't. In their eyes, Mr. Lin Wen is the one who destroyed the Sixth Street."

The Gang is a big devil even more terrifying than the Sixth Street Gang."

"Mr. Lin Wen is indeed an anomaly in this city. He is a little too nice to us." Johnson touched his nose and said with a smile.

Johnson now calls Lin Wen Mr. Lin Wen, but before that, when Johnson met Lin Wen, he always called Lin Wen boy. He also slapped Lin Wen hard on the back and even yelled at Lin Wen.

Where is my son?

Now that I think about it, Mr. Lin Wen’s mind is really broad.

"Anyway, take your time, Stephen. Mr. Lin Wen trusts you very much. You must not betray his trust in you. It seems that he is training you as a businessman from a marginalized family."

"I know, it's just."

Just as Stephen was about to complain, he saw a young man appearing downstairs from the apartment not far away. He had sharp eyes. After seeing the man, he quickly turned around and shouted towards the store: "Smoke, smoke, Magus,"

Quick, give me the cigarette!"

When a young man with an immature appearance saw his boss yelling anxiously, he immediately knew what was going on and ran quickly. Then he put two packs of traditional cheap cigarettes into Stephen's hand.

In the past, this store would only stock a few cartons of this kind of cigarettes in half a year, but now, 30% of the cigarette cabinets are filled with this kind of cigarettes, and these cigarettes are all prepared for one person.

Magus naturally knew who it was prepared for.

"Hey, Johnson, Stephen." A young man wearing casual clothes with no traces of prosthetic implants on his body came over. He smiled and waved to Stephen and Johnson who were standing at the door.

Both Johnson and Stephen Ann bowed respectfully, nodded and said, "Mr. Lin Wen."

"I told you, Johnson, we are friends, you don't have to do this."

But Johnson shook his head, looked up and said with a smile: "No, this is the rule. You are the master of Santo Domingo now. I can't treat you like before."

"Okay, okay, I can't dissuade you anyway." Lin Wen took the cigarette from Stephen's hand, then reached out and patted his shoulder, and said: "Stephen, help me get some more food.

,whatever."

"Yes, come right away." Stephen An quickly ran into the store, grabbed the bag from Marcus's hand, and then ran to pack the food.

"How is the construction of my bar going?" Standing with Johnson, Lin Wen bumped the cigarette box, then lit a cigarette, smoked it and turned to look at Johnson.

"It's already half completed, but it's been raining in the past few days, so the progress will be a little slower, but it will definitely be completed before mid-October," Johnson replied.

"Where's that auto repair shop on the side of the road?" Lin Wen asked again. He flicked the ash from his cigarette, smiled and looked at Stephen An, who was loading bags of food one after another, and said: "

Haven’t you found a suitable store manager yet?”

Almost all of the Six Street Gang's assets have been swallowed up by fringe people, and they are now in the digestion stage.

Although they have been trying their best to recruit people, and Lin Wen even borrowed a lot of talents from Rogge, the Sixth Street Gang has a big business after all, so even after half a month of digestion, they still haven't been able to take over all of them.

.

On the one hand, there are really many Six Street Gang businesses. There are Six Street Gang gun shops, auto repair shops, old-fashioned bars, nightclubs, and even casinos everywhere in Santo Domingo.

But on the other hand, the marginalized families really don’t have enough manpower.

Although everyone is more powerful than the other and they are all elites, it is certainly not enough to rely solely on elites to manage an industry.

"I'm sorry about this." Johnson said apologetically, "Although we have told the locals in Santo Domingo that the fringe and the Sixth Street Gang are different, there are still many people who don't want to believe it.

, they would rather pick up scraps and use their labor to earn low commissions than come here to apply for jobs. They are still afraid."

Lin Wen nodded, not surprised.

Although the marginalized people have a good reputation, it is only the generation in the commercial street in the River Valley area. After all, with the help of local residents such as Stephen An and Johnson, the local merchants used their personality to guarantee that the marginalized people gained the support of the surrounding residents.

Agreed, but somewhere else.

"They were deeply oppressed by the Sixth Street Gang before, so they became wary, and the former Sixth Street Gang was also one." Johnson paused, his eyes darkened, and then skipped the topic and said directly: "So I hope

You can understand."

"Don't worry, Johnson, I understand."

"It takes time to make up for the trauma we have suffered. Take your time. I am not in a hurry. As time goes by, the residents here will know what kind of people we are."

Lin Wen looked at Johnson again, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said: "The relationship between the marginalized and the locals in Santo Domingo is coexistence and symbiosis, not between farmers and sheep. This will also be the case for the marginalized in the future.

People’s clan training.”

"If you don't rely on companies, don't bully the poor, and stand on your own, you're a marginalized person."

"Yes." Johnson nodded excitedly.

"Mr. Lin Wen, here you go, I've brought everything you asked for." Stephen An also came up at this time, holding a big bag in each hand, and he nodded and bowed in front of Lin Wen.

Lin Wen took the bag and looked down.

Well, there are all kinds of convenience foods, and they are all relatively expensive and have good texture and taste, but in terms of nutrition, ha, don’t count on them.

Lin Wen put the bag away and lifted it up, and said to Stephenan: "Hey, how did that thing I mentioned go?"

An embarrassed smile immediately appeared on Stephenan's face, and he replied with a sneer:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin Wen, please give me a little more time. Those guys who don't know what's right and wrong are still thinking about it, but don't worry, everyone on our street will be fine. I already said it a few days ago.

I have received application letters from many people, and they all expressed their willingness to work for you."

"I didn't talk about this. The workers' matters are not urgent. I was referring to another matter." Lin Wen rolled his eyes.

Stephen An was always cautious in front of him, but in fact, Lin Wen was a really good talker.

I remember that before these things happened, I went to Stephen Ann's store to buy cigarettes. If he had been in the store, he would have ridiculed the cigarettes he smoked at the cashier's side for being too cheap.

But now, ha, Lin Wen is actually quite helpless.

He hates the feeling of alienation when getting along with others. After all, what kind of scene has Lin Wen never seen?

"Ah, are you talking about opening a school?"

Stephenan looked embarrassed. He lowered his head and said to Lin Wen: "With all due respect, Mr. Lin Wen, it is really difficult to accomplish this matter. There are only two of them in the entire Night City."

School, and the elementary school you mentioned is impossible in Night City, especially in our Santo Domingo."
To be continued...