Chapter 11 The Eleventh Avenue

The next day, Fang Senyan got up early, enjoyed a hearty breakfast, and then took a taxi to Eleventh Avenue, where Cyberdyne Computers was located. When he set off, the traffic on the avenue was still smooth, but as he approached his destination, he experienced the serious traffic congestion of Los Angeles, a mega-city, which was even worse than the era Fang Senyan had entered.

Helpless, Fang Senyan asked for the address of Cyberdyne Computers and got out of the car to walk. Fortunately, the company's headquarters was built exceptionally grandly, and even among the high-rise buildings in Los Angeles, it could be called outstanding. Almost as soon as he looked up, he could see the company's huge logo from afar, so Fang Senyan had no chance of getting lost.

However, from the moment he got out of the car, Fang Senyan had a strong sense of danger, as if he were standing on the top of a high-rise building and looking down without a railing, feeling frightened. And the closer he got, the stronger that feeling of danger became...

Fortunately, Fang Senyan's destination was not this huge and dangerous company, but the Buster Steakhouse a few hundred meters away. The environment of this steakhouse was not very good overall, revealing a sense of oldness and greasiness everywhere. The leather cushions on the chairs were cracked and frayed, but because the taste was quite good, it still showed a tendency to be overcrowded. Fang Senyan waited for half an hour before a seat became available.

Although Fang Senyan only consumed a cup of coffee at the seat, the waiter was happy to answer any questions he had in exchange for a generous tip. So, thirty seconds later, Fang Senyan knew that the middle-aged bald, bulbous-nosed man sitting three rows over was his target for this trip: Engineer Vincent. He also knew that Vincent still had some time before he finished his breakfast and left.

Obviously, Engineer Vincent had a good appetite. Several empty plates were stacked on his table. When Fang Senyan looked over, he was dealing with a sandwich with bacon, swallowing a mouthful of hot oatmeal porridge, patting his chest contentedly, and then picking up half a Russian sausage with his fork.

Fang Senyan waved his hand and paid Engineer Vincent's bill as well, but his behavior did not win the latter's friendship. Vincent wiped his mouth with a handkerchief of indistinguishable color, sized him up with a wary look, and said rather impolitely:

"I won't look at you any differently because of that bill, young man. No one can make me go easy on you during the interview."

This engineer was indeed as badly tempered as described in the mission evaluation. But Fang Senyan was not discouraged. Instead, he stared into Vincent's eyes and said very seriously:

"Oh, I have no interest in working at Cyberdyne Computers -- and by the way, that's not meant to belittle your company in any way -- five minutes, Mr. Vincent. I only need five minutes of your time. If you still want to leave after that, I will take the initiative to open the car door for you."

As Fang Senyan spoke, he noticed Vincent's slightly yellowed index finger, so he took out a Havana hand-rolled cigar from his pocket, clipped it, and handed it over. Obviously, this hundred-dollar cigar successfully buffered Engineer Vincent's impatience and arrogance. He snorted coldly from his nostrils, lit the deep-colored, thick, and imposing cigar, took a light puff, let the mellow smoke linger in his mouth for a moment, and then gently exhaled it when it reached his throat, then closed his eyes slightly:

"Speak."

Fang Senyan paused, giving the impression that he was seriously considering his words, and then said:

"I live near Seventh Street -- the place where the large-scale terrorist attack was rumored to have happened yesterday."

Vincent nodded, indicating that he knew about it, and then said coldly:

"Four minutes left."

"A violent explosion occurred near my house. At that time, I was napping at home, and all the windows were broken. After a while, the downstairs was surrounded by the police. After the police lifted the cordon, I found this while cleaning the room."

After Fang Senyan finished speaking, he stretched out his palm. Lying in his palm was something that looked ordinary, but it shone with a strange light blue electric light. It was the mission item: the main CPU chip (fragment)!

Vincent had been closing his eyes, puffing out smoke, with an air of perfunctory arrogance, but as soon as he saw this thing in Fang Senyan's hand, he first glanced at it casually, and then his face gradually became serious. Later, he straightened up and took the chip from Fang Senyan's hand.

This Engineer Vincent had ability. He was once one of the main project leaders in the company, but he usually didn't care about his appearance, and his personality was quite irritable and eccentric, which offended many people. In recent years, he had been gradually marginalized by the higher-ups.

Nevertheless, Vincent had heard the news yesterday that the FBI had found "some items that far exceeded current technological levels" and had transferred them to the company's headquarters. (According to the movie plot: the Skynet system was originally developed through the chips and bodies left over from the T-800). The headquarters had held a meeting overnight and transferred these things to the R&D department headed by Miles Dyson, obviously excluding Vincent -- his mood was imaginable, which was also the main reason why Fang Senyan didn't get a good face from the start.

After Vincent took the chip, the more he looked at it, the more absorbed he became, and a kind of fanaticism was revealed in his eyes. He muttered to himself:

"This kind of linear conduction method... How can there be a carbon-based structure? The electronic points on it must exceed ten trillion! Damn it, what are my eyes seeing? Wireless function base points, this... How is this possible? Raphael, quickly turn on the electrical surge module, Raphael, Ra..."

At this time, Fang Senyan also received a prompt from the Nightmare Imprint.

You have successfully allowed Vincent to come into contact with the main CPU chip (fragment)

Sub-mission: Contact (completed)

You can make the following choices to receive rewards:

a: Give the chip to Vincent, gain a certain amount (10~25) of favorability from him, and a small reward. The degree of favorability fluctuation is directly related to the contractor's charm value.

B: Sell the chip to Vincent, causing his favorability to decrease (30~50) points, and a medium reward. The degree of favorability fluctuation is directly related to the contractor's charm value.

Vincent, who was immersed in his thoughts, suddenly woke up, because Fang Senyan simply took the chip back from his palm, and said with a hateful, sincere smile:

"Now, Mr. Vincent should have time to discuss the relevant price issues with me, right?"

Vincent didn't react for a moment, and said in amazement:

"What? What price?"

Fang Senyan smiled and said:

"The price to transfer this chip to you."

Vincent's face suddenly became ugly. He lowered his voice and stared at Fang Senyan:

"How much money do you want? One thousand dollars, two thousand dollars? Ten thousand dollars, shit! Don't be too greedy. If I just shout, the lovely police will rush in and arrest you, you greedy bastard!"

"But the police won't hand the chip over to you either!" Fang Senyan smiled, but his eyes were as sharp as needles! Although he didn't know Vincent's current situation, he pointed out the key point.

"Also, Mr. Vincent, please note that I have now confirmed the authenticity and value of this thing from you, so you are no longer my only potential customer. If the price you offer can't satisfy me, then I think perhaps other engineers at Cyberdyne will give a generous offer."

Vincent's face turned livid with anger. He stood up and walked back and forth like a desperate beast trapped in a cage, muttering an unwilling sentence in his mouth, which was probably a hometown slang, and then took out all the banknotes in his wallet, along with a gold-cased pocket watch that looked very old, with the year 1944 on the case.

"You greedy devil! Take it, damn it, this watch is one of the relics my father left me, and then you can hand over that magical chip and disappear from my sight as quickly as possible, and roll as far as you can! It's best if I never see your greedy face again!"

Fang Senyan also instantly obtained information about these two items:

US Dollar (397): Currency in circulation, valuables, can be carried out of this world, or sold to the space in exchange for 133 general points.

Swiss Gold-Cased Pocket Watch (1944)"

Equipment Type: Accessory"

Origin: Bern Clock Factory, Swiss Federation

Equipment Rarity: White

Equipment Effect: Stamina +1

Equipment Requirements: None

Material: Iron/Aluminum

Weight: 182 grams."

Combat Power Scoring: 4

Description: My lifelong wish is to go to Salt Lake City and become a devout Mormon, but it seems this wish will have to be fulfilled by my son.

Note: The US dollars that Fang Senyan spends in this world are the same as ordinary currency, and there will be no special instructions from the Nightmare Imprint. Similarly, ordinary pocket watches are the same, and neither can be taken out of this world.

Looking at these two things, Fang Senyan was not in a hurry to reach out and take them. Instead, he held the chip, a mysterious smile on his lips, and shook his head slightly. Vincent's eyes showed a ferocious light, and he said in a threatening tone:

"Young man, excessively greedy people will be visited by Satan."

Fang Senyan sighed. At this moment, he deeply appreciated the joy of a profiteer squeezing out the last bit of hidden benefit from someone on the negotiating table:

"Dear Mr. Vincent, please don't misunderstand, I just want to ask you one more question."

Vincent stared intently at Fang Senyan's left hand holding the chip, his bulbous nose and bald head glistening with greasy stains. He growled in a suppressed roar:

"What else do you want to do!"

Fang Senyan suddenly spread out his palm. In his palm, there were two identical chips! This made Vincent's eyes suddenly widen like those of a dead fish, and then become dull. One could imagine that Vincent's heart was beating violently at this moment, pumping blood fiercely into his brain vessels.

"I just want to ask, if I sell two chips to you together, what price can I get?"