Master Xie immediately beamed with joy, only the woman beside her sighed softly.
Roland naturally noticed this scene as well. Since the Dream World had absorbed those core auras multiple times, his power had also been continuously increasing, and his perception and sensitivity had been elevated to a new stage. Although the other party did it very subtly, it was still captured by the corner of his eye.
This woman was the finance and secretary sent by Jiade, Qingqing. He heard that she had just graduated from a prestigious school not long ago, and her talent and ability were top-notch. She also looked quite good, and could be said to be one of those who won at the starting line. She was the only one in the entire factory who knew that all expenses were currently borne by the Sanye Group, and the "current boss" basically didn't spend a penny of his own money.
Presumably in Qingqing's eyes, his actions were all about exploiting the group and undermining his employer, so it was understandable that she didn't look too happy.
However, Roland didn't care. At this time, as long as he dragged the other party into the water as well, any complaints would naturally disappear.
"Of course, the fact that we can achieve results so quickly is also due to everyone's efforts," he smiled at the secretary. "If we succeed, why not give all the employees in the factory a month's extra salary!"
"Exactly, exactly, the boss is so thoughtful," Master Xie nodded repeatedly.
"No... I didn't mean that..." Qingqing didn't expect her little actions to be noticed by Roland, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. "I was just wondering when the company's accounts would be profitable..."
If nothing unexpected happened, there should never be such a day. Roland waved his hand calmly, "Don't worry, my friends are all pursuing dreams, making money is not a problem at all. Everyone, wait for promotions and salary increases."
"Easy to say, easy to say." Master Xie seemed to be immersed in the fantasy of reaching the peak of his life, his smile gathering all the wrinkles on his face.
"By the way," he looked at Qingqing, "I happen to have a new project to develop, why don't you come to the office with me."
"Ah... Boss," as Roland turned to leave, Master Xie asked flatteringly, "Do you have any other requirements for this tractor? Such as the shape, color, etc."
You really treat it as a movie prop... Roland shook his head amusingly, "As long as the reliability is up to par, nothing else is important. But..."
"Please tell me."
"If possible, I hope the final product can have five pairs of road wheels."
"That's not a problem at all," Master Xie patted his chest and said, "When designing the chassis, I considered the scalability, leave it to me!"
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Since all the factory employees had run out to watch the test vehicle testing, the factory area seemed quite quiet. Roland noticed that since crossing the workshop door, Qingqing had widened the distance she followed from two meters to five meters.
He couldn't help but find it a little funny. It seemed that Jiade hadn't revealed his identity to the other party, otherwise she should know that when a Martial Artist wants to plot something, let alone five meters, even letting her run fifty meters first wouldn't be a problem.
However, he was too lazy to improve his image in the eyes of the employees. As long as they could work hard for him, nothing else was important.
After entering the messy office, Roland directly sat in the boss's seat and got straight to the point, "Here's the thing, I have a friend..."
Here it comes again.
Qingqing couldn't help but slander in her heart. Every project starts with a friend, but the question is, where are so many friends willing to spend hundreds of thousands to buy a pile of garbage? She admitted that the quirks of rich people were indeed varied, but looking at the boss's attire, he didn't look like a young master from any family. She was confident in this judgment.
After all, she had gone to prestigious schools all the way and had seen many gilded rich second generations. She had never seen such a simple and unadorned person like the boss. Even if the former was very low-key, they would not treat themselves badly in terms of food, clothing, and use. The things they used were niche, but the quality and price were definitely not low, and there were fewer and fewer young people willing to lie low... But Mr. Roland, the clothes he wore were the most ordinary street stalls, he didn't have any ornaments on his body, and even the car he drove was a small van that rattled all over. This could no longer be described as low-key...
It simply revealed the aura of poverty all over his body!
Where could such a person's friends be rich?
After graduating, she successfully applied to Sanye Group, the largest enterprise in the city. She originally wanted to add a beautiful record to her resume, but she didn't expect to be directly transferred to this small factory by the big boss, and the projects she worked on were even more strange. She was beginning to suspect that Mr. Jiade had been deceived, or was deliberately using this factory to cover up some shady business.
For example, the new project proposed by the boss was actually radio communication! Qingqing almost wanted to hold her forehead and sigh. Walkie-talkies cost dozens of dollars, and antique-style transmitters could also be bought, but he wanted to start with the most basic vacuum tubes - just like the tractor project, it had to be made by hand from scratch, and not a single ready-made part that could be bought was allowed.
Isn't this deliberately wasting money!
"When recruiting people, they don't need to be too professional, graduates or radio enthusiasts are fine. Just build a prefabricated house outside the factory for them to use as an office, so I don't have to run back and forth." Roland explained his requirements in detail. "They can approve whatever equipment they want, but remember, all parts must be produced here. It doesn't matter if it's rough and simple, or rather, the lower the required technology, the better. Post-apocalyptic wasteland style, understand? My friend likes this kind of thing."
"This is different from increasing wages... I'm afraid I have to report to Mr. Jiade first."
"It doesn't matter," Roland said generously, "I think he will agree."
At this moment, the phone in his pocket rang.
Listening to the ringtone, it was actually from the Martial Artist Association.
Roland let Qingqing leave before answering the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Roland," a steady and familiar voice entered his ear, it was Panshi, the guardian of the association, "I have a new task I would like to entrust to you. I wonder if you are free to come to the Green Leaf Sanatorium this afternoon?"
Now Panshi was the biggest reliance of Graycastle Design Bureau, and of course he had no reason to refuse, and agreed immediately.
Since returning from annihilating that 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 a dangerous aura, and had completely withdrawn from the city, so that the search and strike results of the Taqila witches had dropped significantly compared to before.
However, Roland always felt that it wouldn't be that simple.
The goal of the Fallen Evils was to seize the natural power of the Awakeners, thereby weakening the power of the Dream World. Now that Prism City had been attacked, and the Martial Arts Competition was about to kick off, with a large number of Martial Artists gathered here, they shouldn't give up at this time.
If the association had mastered new information about the Fallen Evils, it would save him a lot of effort.