What do you mean the games you make are all real?!

Fang Qingzhou was unaware of what had happened after Shen Feng left. After taking a shower at the training ground, he returned to his office on the top floor.

I had just turned on my computer to check the real-time download data and player feedback for Resident Evil Chapter 2 when there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in." Fang Qingzhou looked up from the screen.

Soon the female secretary came in with a stack of documents.

"Boss, these are the resumes that have recently been submitted to our company."

"So many? I don't remember hiring any employees?" Fang Qingzhou said in surprise, but still reached out and took the documents to look through them.

Those resumes were all very impressive, and the graduates were mostly from prestigious universities, including many high-achieving students who had studied abroad.

Many of them were even foreigners, including people from the Stars and Stripes Federation, the Kingdom of Victoria, the Northern Federation, Japan, the Principality of the Rhine, the Kingdom of the Iris, and the Vatican. Basically, people from all the major powers were represented.

Fang Qingzhou felt a bit of a toothache as he watched. He realized he had been targeted. Although he knew he would be, he didn't expect it to happen so quickly. He wondered if these people were corporate spies or something else entirely.

And these are just the most obvious signs; behind the scenes, countless sinister forces are reaching out to him.

Fortunately, the company had paid a reasonable fee to the system beforehand. As long as Miteng Company maintains its current number of employees and does not hire new people, it will not be infiltrated. Under the influence of the system, Miteng's employees are unlikely to betray him.

However, he still needs to shift the focus away from Miteng Company as soon as possible.

"Ignore these resumes. We can't hire anyone right now." Fang Qingzhou threw all the resumes in his hand into the trash can and turned to ask the female secretary next to him.

"Also, how's the information I asked you to look up coming along?"

Last night, he called his female secretary to check information. Now that he's the boss, he should definitely delegate this time-wasting task to his subordinates.

"Reporting to the boss, the information on the countries you asked me to look up has been compiled." The female secretary replied quickly, handing over another document as she spoke.

Fang Qingzhou took the document and opened it. It was a detailed country analysis report. The female secretary had obviously put in a lot of effort. The geographical location, political environment, foreign investment policies, and labor costs of each country were clearly marked. Even the local corruption index and public information of the main government officials were included.

The system also quoted different prices to these countries.

His gaze swept quickly across several candidate countries, finally settling on the page of a Southeast Asian island nation.

Nushantala.

This is a country with a population of 20 million, extensive forest coverage, and a per capita GDP of about 1000 yuan per month, which can be considered cheap labor. In recent years, the political situation has been relatively stable, and the policies towards foreign investment are quite friendly, offering very attractive tax incentives. There is also little armed force.

However, the country's administrative system is known for its inefficiency, and there is room for manipulation at every level of regulation; in other words, you have to spend money to bribe officials at all levels.

The system quoted the country 1.1 billion, which is the only one he can afford right now.

Resident Evil: Raccoon City raked in another hundred million dollars in one night, and with the release of the second chapter, its earning power will definitely increase even more. Perhaps in a few days, it will be able to move to a better country.

However, he felt that there might not be enough time; the faster the factory opened, the more he would earn.

He still owes the system two billion. The debt from the second chapter's manifestation hasn't been paid yet. If he spends too much money on the country where the selected factory is located, his resurrection coins might be reduced the next time he enters the Resident Evil world.

This is something he absolutely cannot accept; having enough resurrection coins is his bottom line.

"System, here's the money. Can you completely solve these regulatory problems by rationalizing them?" Fang Qingzhou thought to himself.

[The system can only guarantee that it will not affect the host for one month. After that, the effects of external influences will gradually weaken, and the host will need to resolve the issues themselves.]

Fang Qingzhou understood. He gave money to the system, and then the system bribed government officials at all levels. Once these officials received the money, they would be influenced by the system and would try their best to help him.

However, after a month, if someone gives more money than him, the effect of the system will begin to weaken.

In short, whether the Nusantara government will favor him a month from now depends on how much money they offer.

"Damn it, everything costs money... It's true what they say, money makes the world go round..." Fang Qingzhou complained.

"So, if I select a location in Nusantara, how long will it take to build the production line?"

It can be built in an instant.

"What are you waiting for? Book me a plane ticket right now!" Fang Qingzhou immediately stood up.

A few hours later, Fang Qingzhou stepped off the plane. This world had not developed helicopters and fighter jets, but its civilian airliners were similar to those in his previous life.

At this moment, Fang Qingzhou was wearing a mask. He didn't want anyone to know that the CEO of Miteng Company had too much of a relationship with Umbrella Company, which was about to land in Nusantara. The passport he used to fly was a fake passport generated by the system.

The exterior paint of the terminal building at Nusantara Capital Airport has peeled off in several places, and the air conditioning units are buzzing on the walls. It is not in the same league as the international airports in first-tier cities in China, and the air is also hotter than in China.

But Fang Qingzhou didn't care about any of that; he was there to make money, not to go on vacation.

As soon as he stepped out of the arrival gate, he saw a group of people in suits standing anxiously at the exit.

The leader was a dark-skinned, short, stout middle-aged man with a neatly combed slicked-back hairstyle and gleaming leather shoes, standing out conspicuously among the casually dressed crowd.

When the other person saw Fang Qingzhou walking over wearing a mask, he was stunned for a moment, then immediately put on a bright smile and quickly came to greet him.

"You must be the representative of Umbrella Corporation? Welcome, welcome! I am Argus, the director of the Nusantara Investment Promotion Agency, who came here specifically to pick you up."

The middle-aged man extended his hand and spoke enthusiastically in heavily accented International English, while several of his entourage bowed and scraped behind him.

Seeing this, Fang Qingzhou knew that the 1.1 billion yuan from the system had worked. These officials, having received benefits, naturally wanted to put on a grand show.

However, whether this level of attentiveness will still be there a month later depends on how firmly he holds his position in Nushantala.

"Take me to see the venue." Fang Qingzhou didn't waste time with pleasantries; his goal was very clear.

"Alright, alright, Mr. Fang, this way please. The car is already waiting outside." Director Argus completely ignored Fang Qingzhou's coldness and jogged ahead to lead the way, introducing the car as he went, afraid that Fang Qingzhou would think he was being negligent.

A black, older model Mercedes-Benz was parked in the airport parking lot. Director Argus personally opened the car door and covered the top edge of the door frame with his hand.

Fang Qingzhou bent down and sat in the back seat. After the car door closed, most of the heat and noise outside were blocked out.

Director Argus got into the passenger seat, told the driver to start the car, then turned around with a smile and took a document out of the glove box and handed it to him.

"Mr. Fang, all the procedures for the industrial land you purchased through the agent have been completed in advance. The land certificate, planning permit, building permit, production permit, and tax registration are all here." He rubbed his hands together, his eyes narrowing into slits with a smile.

Fang Qingzhou took the documents and flipped through them. The land certificate was stamped with the official seal of the Nusantara Land Bureau, and the words "Umbrella Biotechnology Co., Ltd." were clearly visible on the company registration documents. The red and white umbrella logo was printed in the upper right corner of the documents, making it look like a legitimate multinational pharmaceutical company.

The system is indeed reliable; it can get things done in an instant, and even the paper documents are aged to the perfect degree, making them look like they've been sitting for several days.

"Thank you for your hard work," Fang Qingzhou said calmly, closing the file.

Director Argus repeatedly said it wasn't hard work, then turned his head and muttered a few words to the driver. The Mercedes drove away from the airport and headed towards the suburbs along a bumpy asphalt road.

The scenery outside the window gradually changed from the colorful tin signs of the city to vast stretches of tropical jungle. Palm and banana trees crowded the roadside, their canopies intertwined. Occasionally, a few tin-roofed shacks would flash by, and several dark-skinned children ran barefoot on the muddy ground, chasing a skinny mongrel dog.

After driving through the jungle for about an hour, the car turned into a leveled industrial area. Plots of land enclosed by iron fences lined both sides of the road, most of them empty, with some plots overgrown with waist-high weeds.

The Mercedes soon stopped in front of an iron gate, which led to a large open space.

Fang Qingzhou got out of the car, looked at the empty space, and silently recited the words "build" in his heart.

The next moment, a cluster of buildings appeared out of thin air on that open space, each with a huge red and white umbrella-shaped logo on its front.

Fang Qingzhou was shocked by this scene. He turned to look at the Nushantara officials next to him, but they showed no surprise at all, as if they had not seen what had just happened. He gained a deeper understanding of the power of the system.

This system is usually pretty useless, but it becomes really powerful once you spend money on it.

Fang Qingzhou suppressed his shock and walked into the factory.

The interior of the factory did not disappoint him either. It was filled with brand-new high-tech equipment, with silver-white pipes crisscrossing overhead. The fully automated production line, like a sleeping metal dragon, was coiled in the center of the workshop, ready to be awakened and put into production at any time.

He looked around the empty factory and began to plan his next steps. The equipment was in place and the paperwork was complete, but to get the factory running, he needed two more things: workers to operate the production line and security personnel to protect everything.

Workers can be recruited locally with the help of Director Argus, which is cheap and convenient, but security is out of the question. Every piece of equipment and every bottle of product in this factory represents technology far beyond the current level of science and technology in this world.

He couldn't possibly entrust security to a group of local security guards who only earned a thousand dollars a month.

Fang Qingzhou opened the system exchange list, flipped to the character exchange section, and scanned the names of the police officers from the Raccoon City Police Department.

The next moment, twenty-two figures appeared out of thin air on the empty factory floor. They were wearing Raccoon City Police Department uniforms, with pistols at their waists, and stood in two rows.

Leading the group is Sheriff Marvin from the Resident Evil world, with Elliott standing next to him.

"Sir." Sergeant Marvin stepped forward first, stood ramrod straight, and gave Fang Qingzhou a standard police salute.

The twenty-one officers behind him saluted in unison, their movements clean and swift, without any hesitation.

Fang Qingzhou looked at them, a surge of indescribable emotion welling up inside him. In the Raccoon City police station, he had failed to save Marvin, failed to protect Elliot.

But now, they stand alive and well before them, in this brand new world, with a second life.

"Chief Marvin." Fang Qingzhou stepped forward, patted Marvin on the shoulder, and said solemnly.

"I'm entrusting the factory's production and security to you from now on."