Master Xie immediately beamed with joy, but the woman beside her sighed softly.
Roland naturally noticed this as well. Ever since the Dream World absorbed the core cyclones many times, his power had been constantly increasing, and his perception and acuity had risen to a new level. Although the woman was very discreet, Roland could still see her out of the corner of his eye.
This woman was Qing Qing, the secretary and treasurer sent by Garde. It was said that she had just graduated from a famous school. Her talent and ability were above average, and she was quite pretty. She was the kind of person who had won at the starting line. She was the only one in the entire factory who knew that the Clover Group was responsible for all the expenses, and the "current boss" was basically not a dime.
In Qing Qing's eyes, Roland was probably trying to take advantage of the Clover Group and take advantage of the employer. It was understandable that she looked angry.
However, Roland did not care. As long as he dragged Qing Qing down with him, all her complaints would vanish.
"Of course, it's all thanks to everyone's hard work." He smiled at the secretary and said, "If it's successful, I'll give all the employees in the factory a month's salary!"
"That's right. Boss, you're so thoughtful." Master Xie nodded.
"No... that's not what I meant..." Qing Qing did not expect that Roland would notice her little trick. She said awkwardly, "I was just wondering when the company would be profitable..."
If everything went well, that day would never come. Roland waved his hand calmly and said, "Don't worry. My friends are all people who pursue their dreams. Making money is not a problem for them. Just wait for the promotion and salary increase."
"Well said, well said." Master Xie seemed to have fallen into a fantasy of reaching the peak of his life. He smiled so widely that the wrinkles on his face gathered.
"By the way," Roland looked at Qing Qing and said, "I have a new project to develop. Come to the office with me."
"Ah... Boss," Master Xie said as Roland turned to leave, "Do you have any other requirements for this tractor? For example, the shape, the color, and so on. "
"Do you really think it's a prop in a movie?" Roland shook his head and laughed. "As long as it's reliable, everything else is not important. But... "
"Please go ahead."
"If possible, I hope that the final product can have five pairs of wheels."
"That's not a problem at all," Master Xie said as he patted his chest. "When I designed the chassis, I considered expandability. Leave it to me!"
…
Since the employees of the factory ran out to watch the test car, the factory was quite quiet. Roland noticed that Qingqing had increased the distance between them from two meters to five meters after they crossed the workshop gate.
Roland could not help but feel amused. It seemed that Garde did not reveal her identity to Roland. Otherwise, she should have known that when a martialist wanted to do something bad, she could even run 50 meters first, let alone five meters.
However, he was too lazy to improve his image in the eyes of his employees. As long as they worked hard for him, nothing else mattered.
After walking into the messy office, Roland sat on the boss' seat and went straight to the point. "It's like this, I have a friend …"
There it was again.
Qingqing could not help but curse in her heart. Every project started with a friend. The problem was that there were not many friends who were willing to spend hundreds of thousands of yuan on a pile of garbage. She admitted that rich people had all kinds of strange hobbies. However, judging from the boss's appearance, he did not look like a son of a rich family. She was confident in her judgment.
After all, she had studied in a prestigious school and seen many rich second generations, but she had never seen a person as simple and unadorned as the boss. Even if the former kept a low profile, they would not treat themselves badly in terms of food and clothing. Although the things they used were niche, the quality and price were definitely not cheap. Moreover, there were fewer and fewer young people who were willing to lay low … But Mr. Roland, the clothes he wore were the most common street stalls, and he did not have a single ornament on him. Even the car he drove was a bumpy van. It was not enough to describe him as low-key.
He exuded the aura of poverty from head to toe!
How rich could the friend of such a person be?
After graduation, she successfully applied for a job in the Clover Group, the largest enterprise in the city. She wanted to add a beautiful record to her resume, but she did not expect that the big boss would directly transfer her to this small factory, where she had to work on all kinds of strange projects. She began to wonder if Mr. Garde had been cheated, or if he was deliberately using this factory to cover up some shady business.
For example, the new project proposed by the boss was wireless communication! Qingqing almost wanted to put her hand on her forehead and sigh. A walkie-talkie cost dozens of yuan on the Internet, and an antique transmitter could also be bought, but he wanted to start with the most basic electronic tube. Just like the tractor project, it had to be handmade from scratch. Not a single ready-made part could be bought.
That was a waste of money on purpose!
"I don't need to recruit people who are too professional. They can be graduates or radio amateurs. I can build a prefab house outside the factory as an office. It will save me the trouble of running back and forth." Roland explained his requirements in detail. "I'll give them all the equipment they want, but remember, all the parts must be produced here. It doesn't matter if it's rough or crude. In other words, the lower the technology, the better. Doomsday wasteland style, understand? That's my friend's style. "
"This is different from a salary increase... I'm afraid I have to report it to Mr. Garde first."
"It's okay," Roland said generously. "I think he'll agree."
Just then, his cell phone rang in his pocket.
It was a call from the Martialist Association.
Roland asked Qingqing to leave before picking up the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Roland." He heard a calm and familiar voice. It was Rock, the Defender of the Association. "I have a new task for you. Do you have time to come to Green Leaf Sanatorium this afternoon?"
Now that Rock was the Design Bureau of Graycastle's biggest backer, Roland had no reason to refuse, so he agreed without hesitation.
Since the destruction of the magic creature from the other side of the Erosion, the whereabouts of the other Fallen Evils had suddenly become much more secretive, as if they had sensed danger and completely retreated from this city. As a result, the search results of the Taquila witches were much lower than before.
However, Roland had a feeling that it was not that simple.
The goal of the Fallen Evils was to seize the Awakened's Force of Nature and weaken the power of the Dream World. Now that the Prism City had been attacked and the Martial Arts Contest had begun, a large number of martialists had gathered here. They should not give up so easily.
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