"Mr. Roland," Master Xie asked after shaking hands, "what is the purpose of the Design Bureau?"
"To complete all the concepts I need," Roland said with a smile. "For example, I want you to build a brand new tractor. It must be simple, reliable, and easy to manufacture. At the same time, it must have the potential to be modified."
"There should be a lot of tractors like this on the market..."
"Of course, my requirements are more than that. The above is just the basic framework," Roland said, shaking his head. "First of all, except for the engine, we have to produce all the parts ourselves."
"That will cost a lot," Master Xie said.
"It doesn't need to be mass-produced, and the price can be comparable to some handmade products. I have a few collector friends who are willing to spend a lot of money to buy them. "
"I see..."
"In addition, the production process can't involve automatic machine tools, hmm..." Roland looked around. "The tools in the factory are very suitable. I need to know the specifications and manufacturing process of each part. In other words, the Design Bureau not only needs to build it, but also needs to draw all the assembly lines. "
Seeing Master Xie's hesitant expression, he added, "Of course, I will recruit some freshmen to assist you. You just need to assign them to work."
"That's good... If I only rely on pen and paper, I'm afraid it will take me more than half a year to figure it out."
"The last and most important point," Roland said, "Making it requires a certain amount of imagination."
Master Xie was stunned. "What did you say?"
"Let me give you an example. For example, this tractor uses steam power. So, in theory, it needs a large boiler and a cabin to store fuel and water. But, in fact, it doesn't have these parts. You can imagine its power source as a nuclear-powered engine, just like in the movies. "
"..." Master Xie seemed to be a little stunned.
"Therefore, when making the prototype, we must minimize the impact of these 'theoretically necessary but actually non-existent parts' so that we can get the most accurate data during the test. Do you understand what I mean? "
"Erm …" Master Xie thought hard for a while before he carefully replied, "Do you mean that I should design it as something that doesn't belong to this era?"
"Full marks for this summary." Roland grinned. "Are there any technical difficulties?"
"Not in theory, but …" He hesitated for a moment. "To tell you the truth, even if it's built, I'm afraid it won't have any practical value."
"That's right. My collector friend doesn't care about those things."
Master Xie breathed a sigh of relief. He then asked, "Erm … Mr. Roland, I wonder how much the chief's salary is …"
"Just double your retirement salary," Roland said with a smile.
…
Back in the car, Garde put down his glass and shrugged. "How about it? Are you satisfied?"
"Not bad. I just don't know how to calculate the expenses of the factory …" Roland pretended to be polite.
"Don't mention these details. It's an honor for the Clover Group to be able to help the Martialist Association." Garde waved his hand. "I'll talk to them later and settle this matter. From now on, you're their new boss. "
It was not a big deal to keep a factory that was scheduled to be demolished. As for the fixed assets such as the land and factory, they would still belong to the Clover Group. What the Clover Group needed to pay was nothing more than the salaries of some workers and a few processing machines that were waiting to be scrapped. It was undoubtedly a good deal to earn the favor of the guardian of the Prism Town at such a small price.
If Roland wanted to collect all these on his own, he would have to spend at least tens of millions, and he might not even be able to do it.
Having said that, Roland did not want to miss any opportunity to take advantage of the Clover Group.
"Is this really a good idea? I've thought about it. If we want the factory to resume normal operation, we'll have to hire a group of workers. In order to increase their enthusiasm, we'll have to set up a reward and punishment system, which will require a lot of money. "
"Well …" Garde thought for a moment. "I'll assign a financial officer to you later. If there's any additional expenses, just let her know. But Mr. Roland, I can't ask for too much. You know the Clover Group … "
"It's not up to you to decide. Don't worry. I won't make things difficult for you. " Sending a financial officer to Roland was obviously a hedge. At least, it could prevent him from burning money uncontrollably. Roland smiled and raised his glass. "Thank you so much for your help."
"It's nothing."
The two glasses clinked against each other.
Three days later, the agricultural machinery factory was officially renamed to the Graycastle Design Bureau. Although it still looked shabby, it was already very busy inside due to the temptation of a promotion and a raise.
…
After settling this matter, Roland suddenly felt the burden on his shoulders lightened. Even his footsteps became lighter when he went to the office the next day. He could not help but feel happy when he thought that he could continue to expand the projects and scale of the Design Bureau of Graycastle and the remaining precious design time.
In this way, Anna would not have to work until midnight every day. She could devote more energy to her favorite inventions and creations, which was killing two birds with one stone.
Perhaps those employees would never know that their drawings would become reality in another world, where they would fight against alien enemies in a corner of the vast and fertile continent to defend the last continuation and glory of mankind.
"What are you giggling about, Your Majesty …" Nightingale appeared in front of him with a contemptuous look. "Did you have a good time last night? You didn't do anything you shouldn't have in your dream, did you? "
"How could I … Do I look like that kind of person?"
Nightingale curled her lips. "Actually, it's normal. I heard from Phyllis that the ancient witches didn't care much about these things. They thought it was no different from eating and sleeping."
"… Did she really say that?"
"No, I lied to you," Nightingale squinted her eyes and leaned over. "Were you thinking about that just now?"
It turned out to be a trap.
"I can only say that you're thinking too much." Roland glared at her. "I'm so happy because I solved a big problem. It's not what you're thinking."
"Well, I'm 95% honest. I'm telling the truth," Nightingale said, spreading out her hands.
"You're now accurate to a single digit?"
"Yes, maybe it's because I've been using it a lot. I always feel that it's much more sensitive than before."
"Then what's with the 5%? I'm telling you in advance, I'm not lying. "
"Maybe it's just your subconscious," Nightingale said as she raised the corner of her mouth.
"Uh …" Roland was speechless. He had a feeling that he would be tricked by Nightingale sooner or later, so he simply stopped talking.
"By the way," Nightingale said after chewing the dried fish for a while. "You haven't been looking at the Bloody Moon lately."
"Yeah …" Roland realized that he had not looked up at the sky for a long time. The scarlet disk was still hanging high outside the window. No matter when he looked up, it was always in the same position, as if it was still. "It's probably because he knows that it's just an empty hole."
Just then, the phone on the desk rang.
It was from the Administrative Office.
"Barov? What's up? "Roland picked up the phone.
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