Those who reincarnate must die.

"Caentronn?" The bartender paused for a moment, then chuckled, "This news is more than just a glass of vodka!"

Zhang Lang raised an eyebrow, glanced at the bar's drink menu, and noticed that the drinks here weren't expensive. Prices seemed much lower than in the central district, with the most expensive cocktail only costing a few dozen points. So, he simply tossed out a bill and picked the top-of-the-line drink, though he didn't know what it was.

To be honest, he had just exchanged those banknotes after entering the bar.

Having arrived in the Lower City, he realized that most people there weren't connected to the Tianluo Network, so they were still using cash for transactions. When Zhang Lang ordered that vodka earlier and tried to pay online, he was turned away by the bartender. Luckily, a customer with Tianluo access was willing to exchange cash for him, but only on the condition that online payments would incur three times the points!

Zhang Lang didn't hesitate and immediately exchanged five hundred yuan in banknotes.

"Oh, thank you for your patronage!"

Upon receiving the money, the bartender immediately began mixing drinks, then excitedly began explaining to Zhang Lang:

"Caentron is a hard currency in the Lower City. All the major gangs are trading it like hotcakes. After all, without it, all the cyborgs would have to endure every second in pain... But speaking of recent events, I heard that yesterday, a large amount of high-purity Caentron was suddenly released by Carpunk in North U8 District."

"Carpunk? North U8 District?"

Zhang Lang noted down the name and location, and the bartender whispered a reminder:

"Be careful if you go to him for a deal! I heard that a few particularly powerful figures have suddenly appeared around Carpunk, and it seems they're the ones who got these Caentrons!"

"This formidable character is very likely a reincarnator!"

The virtual voice in Zhang Lang's mind shouted excitedly. Zhang Lang nodded, thanked the bartender, and left the bar without even taking the unmixed drink.

But as soon as he stepped out the door, he heard a voice calling from behind: "Hey big guy, wait for me!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lang turned around and saw that the person who had chased after him was none other than the bar patron who had exchanged the banknotes for him!

The man leaned closer, pulled a business card from his pocket, and handed it to him.

Zhang Lang frowned, wondering what he was up to. The drinker paused for a moment, then slapped his forehead: "Look at my head! You're from the Central District too, come on, let's just exchange information online..."

"No need..." Zhang Lang took the business card, which had his name on it: Jiao Yi, and his occupation was... Dream Agent?

"A profession I've never seen before..." Zhang Lang looked at the tall, thin man in front of him, his eyes filled with doubt.

"Haha, it's all just hype!" Jiao Yi laughed. "Actually, we're both in the same line of work, just dealing in things in the central and lower districts!"

As he spoke, a ringtone sounded from his pocket. He took out a square communicator, turned it on, and held it to his ear: "Feed?"

Zhang Lang had seen this thing before in some worlds; it should be called a telephone… or something you can hold in your hand, like a cell phone. But he had never used one. His understanding was that it was like an instant voice telegram. Now that he had witnessed the power of the internet, he didn't find this thing so magical anymore.

"What?" Jiao Yi exclaimed dramatically, "Your friend is dying and wants to eat a real steak? Well, you know how strong the smell of meat is, it's hard to avoid being caught by the police... How about this, two hundred points, I'll solve this problem for you... Hey friend, that's not expensive, you know, in this day and age, real meat is hard to come by..."

Looking at him, Zhang Lang finally understood why this guy was called the Dream Agent.

To put it in a grander way, he was helping the people of the Lower City fulfill their wishes; to put it more practically, he was reselling things that were extremely difficult to obtain in the Lower City but were readily available in the Middle City to the Lower City, making a profit from the price difference.

While he was on the phone, Zhang Lang searched online and found out the price of beef in the central district. Because of the huge ranches supplying the market, the price was usually only a few dozen yuan per kilogram, and higher-end beef was a couple hundred yuan per kilogram. Besides, a steak would definitely weigh far less than a kilogram, and judging from this guy's face, he would most likely use the cheapest frozen meat, which would be even cheaper... Two hundred yuan is indeed exorbitant profit...

As for those nonsense claims about the meat having a strong flavor and being hard to get, they are naturally just excuses to inflate prices and specifically designed to fool the uninformed people in the lower city.

A moment later, Jiao Yi finished his call and said to Zhang Lang with a smile, "The control over the lower district is getting stricter and stricter, business is not easy... My friend, you didn't even have cash on hand, you must be a newbie..."

"You've got it wrong, I'm not in your line of work!" Zhang Lang shook his head.

"I know!" Jiao Yi waved his hand and offered Zhang Lang a cigarette.

"You're new here and you're already asking about businesses like Caentron, you must have some big connections! It's different from my small-scale speculative business... But I have to warn you, Carpunk isn't an ordinary guy. There are countless gangs in the Lower City, and this guy's territory isn't the largest, nor does he have the most men. The only thing he's famous for is that he supposedly commands a top-tier mechanic from the Upper City!"

"However, this guy is a well-known figure throughout the entire Lower City... and he also has the nickname 'Mad Carpunk'..."

Jiao Yi lit a cigarette: "When this guy gets ruthless, he doesn't play by the rules at all, and he's willing to risk his life... To put it simply, it's too dangerous for ordinary people to get close to him..."

"How much?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Lang understood: "How much will it cost to get me introduced to Carpunk?"

"Talking to smart people is so much easier!" Jiao Yi laughed. "How about this, it doesn't take much, just transfer me a thousand points, and I'll take you to find Carpunk... Don't worry, I know him very well. There are some things he can't easily get his hands on, and I've brought them down for him!"

"Deal!" Zhang Lang transferred 500 points to him without hesitation: "I'll give you the rest when I see Carpunk!"

"Great!" Jiao Yi clapped his hands and laughed, "Then let's go. The transportation in the lower city is not as convenient as in the middle city, so you'd better stick close to me and be prepared for a long journey..."

"Don't worry, if I lose you, it means you're deliberately trying to shake me off!" Zhang Lang's eyes held a subtle threat. "In that case, I wouldn't mind making up for my losses by taking your corpse!"

Upon hearing this, Jiao Yi swallowed hard, thinking of those human organ traffickers, and immediately said with a forced smile, "Brother, you're too kind... I haven't asked yet?"

"Zhang Lang!"

"Okay, Brother Zhang, this way..."

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