Weyland's huge sum of money wasn't to bribe Lex, but to compensate the families of the deceased team members according to the contract.
In Weyland's words, the tragedy had already happened, and the dead couldn't be brought back to life. He would do his best to make life better for their families.
What could Lex say?
No amount of verbal condemnation was as effective as Weyland's real money.
Money couldn't solve every problem, but it could indeed solve most of them.
The sly Weyland comforted the holy mother and daughter and persuaded her to go back to her room to get some rest, before he walked over to Luke, who had been eating his candy in silence.
Luke wasn't interested in their conversation at all. He had already crossed his legs and was thinking about his own matters, swirling the lollipop in his mouth.
Weyland pulled out a chair next to him and sat down. Looking at Luke, who was so relaxed, he finally said, "Thank you, Luke."
Luke turned his head and smiled. "You're welcome, Mr. Weyland. I'm paid for this job."
Weyland smiled bitterly.
If everybody could be so reasonable, he wouldn't be having such a headache.
When the exploration team was recruiting, it had been stated that the mission would be extremely dangerous, and they had signed an official contract.
Now that there had been an accident and too many people had died, some people would blame Weyland.
But as Luke said, they had all been paid, and this was five to ten times the normal pay.
A mission with such a high pay had to be extremely dangerous, and Weyland couldn't predict what they would run into on the way.
Weyland admired Luke even more. This was a man who could see things for what they were.
Of course, such people were both easy to deal with and difficult to deal with.
They were hard to fool, but they would do their best to fulfill their promises.
"I've seen your hard work this time. Your pay will be increased by five million. What do you think?" said Weyland.
Luke nodded calmly. "The five hundred thousand in the contract is already in my account. It doesn't matter how much more you want to pay me, Mr. Weyland."
Weyland wasn't surprised.
He had read Luke's profile before he hired him.
This young man didn't care as much about money as most people did. He was already worth millions at the age of eighteen, but he didn't like extravagance.
He had other intentions in giving Luke an additional five million.
As smart as Luke was, he knew what was going on.
By not turning down Weyland's money, Luke had tacitly agreed to something.
For example, the unknown item and the aftermath of this expedition. Luke would avoid causing trouble for Weyland.
The five million was both a reward and a hush money.
With that promise, Weyland rose. "You can go to bed early. Your room is A03. Just ask anyone on the ship."
Luke: "Thank you."
The icebreaker went back faster than it came.
Going back the way they came, it was much easier to crush the thin layer of ice that had just condensed not long ago. Moreover, after driving for a few hundred kilometers, the thickness of the ice rapidly decreased.
It only took the icebreaker five days to return to Ushuaia.
Luke didn't call Wales or Flegg either.
Even if he informed Wales and the others that aliens and aliens had appeared in the South Pole, the ruins had already collapsed and were buried under a few hundred meters of ice.
And then where are these monsters? The aberrations were all dead, and their corpses were destroyed by an extraterrestrial bomb. Not even dregs were left behind.
Where are the Predator aliens? They took the spaceship and left.
Wasn't this a f * cking joke?
Since he had promised Weyland to let the bigshot handle things on his own, Luke kept quiet.
After returning to Ushuaia, Luke and Weyland took Luke's private jet back to Los Angeles.
After he was sent home by Weyland Corporation, Luke sighed comfortably as he entered the house. "Home is still the best."
It was already eleven at night, but the house was empty.
Luke scratched his head. "Don't tell me those two guys went out to do something outrageous again?"
He couldn't be bothered to worry about them.
Since they were already out, there was no point in worrying.
After sending Selina a text message, he went to take a shower.
He sat on the couch, drank two cups of tea, and watched the local news for a while, when the door finally opened, and two guys in black scuttled into the room.
It was Selina and Dollar!
Both of them were wearing black clothes and hoods. At first glance, they looked like parent-child outfits.
Both of them subconsciously cringed when they saw Luke sitting there.
Luke continued watching the news. "Okay, let's close the door."
The moment the door closed, he said, "You've cleaned up, right?"
The two guys nodded at the same time.
Luke said, "Okay, go clean up first, then we'll talk."
A few minutes later, Selina had changed into her daily clothes and walked over with a smile on her face. Gold Nugget cowered behind her.
She sat down next to him and asked, "You're back early?"
Luke nodded. "I finished my business over there, so of course I went straight home. What about you?"
Selina hesitated for a moment, but still answered honestly, "That's right. I went out to beat up a few people."
Luke raised an eyebrow. "No one died?"
Selina shook her head. "How is that possible? I just beat them up."
Luke hummed and said, "Okay, go to bed if there's nothing else."
Both Selina and the guy who was cowering at her feet widened their eyes. "Huh?"
Luke had a sip of tea and said unhurriedly, "Isn't beating people up everyday for us LAPD detectives? We'll only be on the news when we don't beat people up, right? "
Selina and the dog head looked at each other and didn't think there was anything wrong with that.
But she still couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Is everything really fine?"
Luke was amused. "Don't forget the safety regulations. Review at least three times after you come back, and don't leave any clues behind. Actually, I won't object even if you want to beat up the tens of thousands of gangsters in Los Angeles. "
This answer once again exceeded the imaginations of the two guys next to him. "Beat up all of them?"
That was tens of thousands of people.
Luke shrugged. "Don't bad guys deserve to be beaten up?"
At that point, he wasn't interested in talking about such trivial matters anymore. He said with a smile, "My schedule was too tight this time, so I didn't get you a gift. I'll make you one when I have results. "
Selina was still shocked by the idea of "beating up all of them," and simply nodded blankly.
The eyes of the guy next to her lit up and it started to whine.
Looking at the pair of bright, black eyes, Luke slapped his forehead.
He was talking to Selina, but "you" could be understood as "you" or "you."
The alien dog head was clearly overthinking things.
But thinking for a moment, Luke still didn't want to hurt the guy.
"I don't think you'll need those things." The moment he said that, the dog head lowered its big head.
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