5: The Hole of Ten Tons of Gold

He agreed over the phone to go to Merryweather's headquarters tomorrow.

Joa stepped into the dilapidated apartment he rented.

"Shit! Fuck! Boss! 1.85 million U.S. dollars!"

"Avi said after money laundering, our actual income from this job is 1.85 million U.S. dollars!"

As soon as he entered the room, Nigger excitedly came up to Joa.

"Boss is indeed my savior!"

"Cough, cough!"

Joa coughed twice dryly and subconsciously took a step back.

He didn't want to be a Nigger's savior at all.

"For the next period, I hope both of You can keep a low profile."

"Don't attract the Police's attention."

"After some time..."

Joa's gaze scrutinized Avi the hacker and Nigger.

He was considering whether to take them to Merryweather for training.

"Boss! Do You have a new target?"

"Who are we robbing this time? A bank? Or a jewelry store?"

Successfully robbing the famous playboy, Tony Stark, made Nigger unprecedentedly arrogant, and his courage grew bolder.

He felt that these so-called capitalists and Police were nothing special.

He even began to look forward to the next robbery target.

Seeing Nigger's excited expression, Joa's mouth curved into a smile.

'Are these truly like-minded teammates?'

'Honestly earning money is not as fast as robbing.'

"No need to rush to find the next target. In a few days, I'll take You for further training to improve Your professional skills."

Seeing Joa's mysterious expression, Nigger couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked,

"Further training? Where to?"

"Heh heh, You'll know then."

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The next morning.

After washing up, Joa packed his personal belongings and drove to the Merryweather Group headquarters outside Los Santos city center.

He parked at the entrance, and before he could honk the horn to signal the security personnel in the guardhouse to open the gate,

a fully armed mercenary, holding a standard carbine rifle, walked to Joa's car window.

Seeing that the driver was an Asian,

a hint of doubt flashed in the mercenary's eyes.

He raised his hand and tapped on the passenger side door, signaling Joa to roll down the window.

Seeing that the other party clearly didn't recognize him, Joa frowned slightly, took out his phone, and dialed his female assistant.

'Is this system reward reliable or not? Why do people from my own company look like they don't know Me at all?'

"I'm at the entrance, blocked by security personnel. Come and pick Me up."

The mercenary outside the car vaguely heard Joa's words and his heart sank.

He turned his head to look at the group's building entrance, and the boss's female assistant indeed picked up the phone and looked over.

The mercenary quickly waved his hand, signaling the person in the guardhouse to let him pass.

Yesterday, everyone in the company received a notice that the new boss would be arriving today.

But who would have thought the new boss would be an Asian?

"Heh, it seems You don't need to come and pick Me up."

Hanging up the phone, Joa drove his used car and stopped in front of the female assistant and a group of senior company executives at the Merryweather building entrance.

"Boss! Good morning."

Seeing these people respectfully greeting him, Joa smiled and waved his hand.

'It seems this system reward isn't that unreliable. These company managers clearly had seen my information beforehand and recognized Me.'

"Let's go, take Me on a good tour and let Me understand the famous Merryweather Security Consulting."

"Okay, Boss, please follow Me."

A day passed in a flash.

Accompanied by the female assistant and a group of senior company executives,

Joa fully understood the current situation of Merryweather Security Consulting.

After understanding the situation, Joa was a bit stunned.

How to put it, the current Merryweather is quite different from the Merryweather in his impression from Grand Theft Auto V, not just a little bit.

Let alone achieving cooperation with various governments.

His current Merryweather Security Consulting was on the verge of bankruptcy.

There was absolutely no high-end military technology.

The former foolish boss, with extremely short-sighted vision, focused the main business on security.

He completely gave up investing in research and development of military technology.

This operation caused Merryweather, once on par with Hammer Industries and Stark Industries, to gradually fall behind in competition.

The military equipment they produced simply couldn't compete with Hammer Industries and Stark Industries, and even those small Middle East countries rarely bought their weapons.

Because for the same price, the exact same military equipment from Hammer Industries and Stark Industries offered much better value for money.

Having lost government orders and orders exported to war-torn regions,

Merryweather's influence began to shrink rapidly, until it became what it is today, barely surviving on security business.

But even that was not enough to cover expenses, and debts piled higher and higher, already owing the bank over 500 million U.S. dollars.

This was already a very high debt for Merryweather, whose sphere of influence had shrunk to only its Los Santos headquarters.

Scratching his head with a pained expression, Joa's eyes were lifeless, and he cursed the former boss in his heart.

'Damn capitalist!'

The former foolish boss's capitalist nature of pursuing profit made him rather let military equipment rot in the warehouse than dump it at a low price to save the company.

'I thought I found a treasure, but it turned out to be a mess!'

'Alas, fortunately, the military equipment production lines from the glorious period of the headquarters are still there. Now, I just need to get some money, increase investment and research, and the company can still rise.'

'The military equipment currently stockpiled in ten large warehouses must be sold at a low price as soon as possible to recover funds.'

The idea was good, but suitable clients couldn't be found in a short time, especially for ten large warehouses full of military equipment, enough to arm tens of thousands of people.

After discussing with the female assistant and the senior company executives,

they still couldn't find a suitable buyer or client.

Joa sighed heavily.

'Alas, it seems I can't even avoid the limelight. I need to determine the next robbery target as soon as possible.'

Joa could wait, but Merryweather couldn't.

The capital chain was about to break, and orders for security services were becoming fewer and fewer.

If he couldn't get money, this Merryweather, awarded by the system, would go bankrupt.

Although Merryweather could be revived through various means such as selling shares, financing, and finding investors,

Joa didn't want to do that.

He didn't want any of his decisions to be subject to a board vote or to have to consider the attitudes of other shareholders.

Compared to financing, finding investors, or partners, Joa would rather Merryweather go bankrupt.

"Whew!"

"You continue to look for suitable buyers."

"I will solve the funding problem."

Taking a deep breath,

Joa asked the most important question:

"Given the company's current scale, how much working capital is needed at the minimum?"

"Boss, if You want to pay off debts, resume normal operations, and increase investment in military technology... at least another one billion U.S. dollars is needed."

"Hiss!!"

Hearing the number one billion dollars, Joa gasped.

'One five is five, two five is ten.'

'I have to rob more than ten tons of gold, damn it?'

'Nima!!'