Survival Game: Call Me an Honest Businessman

Bai Ge subconsciously chose to check, but unexpectedly the timer started immediately.

She panicked for a moment, but quickly calmed down and called out to Banling while carefully reading the instruction manual.

"Quickly, go and call the commander! And the colleagues from the technical and R&D teams, come over here too! Hurry!"

Not only Jiang You had returned, but the other members of the group, including Li Anquan, had also seen the countdown instruction manual.

Ban Ling didn't dare to delay and immediately ran out.

Bai Ge took out paper and pen and quickly copied the text, data and drawings.

However, the Tianqi Continent has many races, and each race has its own writing system. Moreover, these writing systems have very different styles, and it is difficult for those who are not familiar with them to even imitate a rough form.

Bai Ge wrote and wrote, but apart from the data and diagrams, the text he wrote didn't match up with the instructions.

Li Anquan reacted quickly: "Quick! Everyone copy! Each person gets a section!"

The others quickly took out paper and pens to copy it down.

When the leader and the research team rushed over, this was the scene they saw.

"What's going on?"

"What is this—"

The voices of the leader and the research group leader rang out simultaneously.

The latter rushed towards Li Anquan's position almost in two strides, shoved him aside, and stared intently at the patterns and data on it.

Several other researchers also quickly stepped forward.

"Is this a new energy converter developed by the alien race?"

"Let me see... It looks like an instrument that recycles and purifies waste energy."

"Calculate the data."

"I'm calculating... wait, the utilization rate has reached... over 85%?"

"What type of energy source? What was the original utilization rate?"

"Apocalypse Dust! Apocalypse Dust that originally only had a 3% utilization rate!!!"

The cabin fell into a deathly silence.

The commander's hands, which were placed at his sides, trembled.

He had been in the military the whole time and knew nothing about technology, but he knew numbers!

What does 3% to 85% mean?

Anyone who can do math knows that!

Someone swallowed hard.

Someone knocked over personal belongings that had just been tidied up.

But nobody cares what others are doing or thinking.

The leader, in particular, with trembling hands, took out the latest communication device and dialed the most urgent number.

"Minister...something's happened..."

"No, I didn't get rich—no, I'll have Old Zhao tell you!"

The old-fashioned mobile communication device was snatched away by another woman with white hair: "Minister Lin! You must obtain this instruction manual by any means necessary. This manual is the most important part of our research and development this year, without exception!"

The commander reminded him, "Old Zhao, that's not what I wanted you to talk about. Weren't you talking about Apocalyptic Dust?"

Old Zhao: "That's right! Tianqi Micro Dust must also be supplied to our lab in sufficient quantities, at least 1 units per month!"

A round-faced young man tugged at his teacher's sleeve and made a gesture.

Old Zhao: "I misspoke, it was 1 units."

Minister Lin remained calm: "Tell me the whole story first, then get to the point."

Old Zhao: "The alien race has developed an energy converter that can increase the utilization rate of Apocalyptic Dust from 3% to 85%. The instruction manual for this converter is currently in District Chief Qian's hands, and I must get my hands on it!"

The leader quickly explained, "It's not in my hands, it's in the hands of the person who's number one on our district's wealth list!"

Bai Ge added, "Commander, we just offended someone this afternoon."

Minister Lin: "We'll have a meeting in 10 minutes to try our best to compensate the other party. Let's find out... what's their name?"

Commander: "Give me back my three-star five-cost... the one who wanted 1% of the mineral resources before."

Minister Lin immediately realized: "What she wants is Apocalypse Dust, isn't it?"

Commander: "Yes."

Minister Lin: "Soothe her emotions about getting her three-star five-fee back, find out her demands. We must win over such talent. As a reward, your District 15 will receive an extra 5% of the resources this month."

Minister Lin hung up the phone quickly.

The commander's agitation subsided somewhat. "Have you spoken with Comrade Samsung Wufei? What did she say?"

Bai Ge: "She wants 2% now."

The leader was taken aback: "2%?"

Dr. Zhao: "They have this kind of thing in their hands. If it were me, I could ask for more."

Round-faced assistant: "Teacher, is it possible for us to get 1 units?"

Dr. Zhao: "Isn't it cloud mine? It's not a mine in the mountains that will be depleted. Cloud mines can be harvested as long as there are clouds. These Apocalyptic Dust should be included in our budget directly, and it must be approved."

Bai Ge: "They also require that at least 9999 fishing sites be established."

Dr. Zhao: "9999 fishing spots are too few; there should be at least 3!"

The leader nodded silently.

No wonder I was so confident about getting back my three-star five-cost card.

Who wouldn't be confident if they held such a trump card?

While the official meeting was being held, Li Zhi was already eating in the cafeteria.

The oatmeal porridge tasted...just so-so.

It could even be described as unpalatable.

If you add too little water, the porridge will taste like rice, and you'll feel like you're swallowing two miles of rice with every sip.

There was also much less meat and vegetables.

But the workers devoured the food as if it were the most delicious meal imaginable.

The girl who had previously been promoted to kitchen manager by Li Zhi was eating with her head down, not saying a word, but her nose was red.

Li Zhi finished his bowl of oatmeal porridge completely, and only after everyone had finished eating did he slowly say, "This porridge doesn't meet my standards."

The girl's eyes reddened, but she didn't say anything.

The workers who had worked in the catering industry for three years and the workers in the dry canteen exchanged a glance.

Li Zhi: "Is it true or false that you're a food blogger?"

The girl suddenly looked up: "It's absolutely true, I really am a great cook, it's just that when I was cooking the porridge just now..."

She looked at the other two, her face showing struggle, as if she didn't know whether she should tell on them.

The man with three years of experience in the catering industry stood up: "I already told her there wasn't enough water, but she wouldn't listen. Young people are just so stubborn, or..."

Li Zhi interrupted her, looking at the young woman: "Finish what you've said."

Girl: "When I was cooking porridge, they all said they would help me. Aunt Sun helped me wash the vegetables and cut the meat. As soon as the vegetables and meat were put in, Aunt Zhang said she would add water for me, but she poured in a lot of water at once. I wanted to pour it out, but the pot was too big for me to carry by myself. She helped me, and... a lot of water was poured out, and a lot of meat and vegetables were poured out as well."

Aunt Zhang, who works in the catering industry, immediately retorted, "You didn't control the pot properly and you're blaming me? If you don't have the strength, don't handle such a big pot. Don't you know what kind of person you are and what kind of job you should do?"

"That's very true. People should do what they're supposed to do."

Li Zhi said to Aunt Zhang, "You've been fired."

Aunt Zhang was taken aback: "Why is it me? I was doing everything perfectly fine. It's just that she, a young girl, doesn't know her place—"

Li Zhi interrupted her: "I asked you to help in the kitchen to cook, not to deliberately cause trouble."

"I don't!"

Li Zhi said calmly, "I've emphasized this many times, so I'll emphasize it one last time: this is a mine, not a company or a charity. You can call me boss, but I'd rather be the local tyrant here."

"When I say one, it means one."

"My territory has no need for anyone who disagrees with me."

"My instructions are the standard you must follow."

"Anyone who outwardly complies but inwardly defies orders, fails to meet performance targets, or is otherwise dismissed."

"Did you understand?"