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Are you kidding me? You call that an agricultural products company? Do you really think he didn't see those guys from Amiya Logistics robbing wild animals on his way to Longmen?

Even an agricultural products company must have a weapons maintenance and combat department. A combat department requires weapons maintenance and upkeep, as well as the ability to manufacture, develop, or order new equipment tailored to local conditions.

"You really don't have a weapons development department? Then why can your delivery guys chase after bandits?" The Sarkaz youth, tied to a chair, looked bewildered. "Is it really true that you don't have one?"

“Uh…” W really wanted to say that there really wasn’t any, but then he thought that the guys in the logistics department had already given themselves away, and there was no point in making excuses. “So, what is your purpose?”

"I really came here for a job interview! I even brought my resume."

"No, you're here to do demolitions. I've never seen the job applicant bring a grenade launcher."

"Uh..." That makes sense, but this grenade launcher is his masterpiece. It's a powerful weapon that even an ordinary person with mediocre Originium Arts can use, greatly simplifying the launching technology.

"Optimizing the difficulty of using gun-type weapons from an industrial technology perspective..." is his dream, and he is fighting on the front line of his inexplicable ideal that allows people, regardless of whether they have Originium Arts, to freely use gun-type weapons.

Clearly, he hadn't considered that if the cost and usage conditions of Originium guns were reduced to the point where anyone, whether human or dog, could pick them up and fire, and if they became widespread, his dream would lead to an escalation of the Terra war—making him the person with the most indirect kills on all of Terra, even Old Xia might not be able to match him.

So, since he's here to apply for a weapons development position, and his dream is to make safe, reliable, and affordable weapons available to all of Terra, he should naturally bring his best work.

As an expert applying for a position in the weapons department, it's normal for me to bring my own achievements to the job interview, right? As a weapons design and modification expert, it's also normal for my masterpiece to be a grenade launcher that can blow everyone in the room up in 3 minutes, right?

Mr. Shesa, a promising young man with an impeccable logical chain, was arrested at the venue for carrying weapons of mass destruction.

If he can't convince W and Xia before the Guard Bureau's police cars arrive that he really came to apply for the job and not to self-destruct, then he will face a prosecution in Lungmen with a term of more than 10 years in prison, and a future where he will spend the rest of his life in jail.

written request for leave

No updates today —

It's too hot, and I have to go out for social events and team building activities, so I don't want to update.

Not only was it a team-building event, but it was also hot pot. Eating hot pot on such a hot day, I want to pry open the brain of the guy who organized this dinner to see if he has a beetle.

That's about it... that's about it—

Chapter Twelve: The Battle of Longmen (Part 1)

Chapter 12

"Shesa, a graduate of Sargon Polytechnic University, majoring in Mechanical Engineering, is a weapons enthusiast. He aspires to design an Originium-powered weapon that everyone can use—a very ambitious goal. I just don't know how your Sarkaz kin view you."

So, you traveled all the way from Sargon to Lungmen with your masterpiece to apply for a job in the weapons research and development department of an agricultural company…

W stopped reading here, then slammed the documents onto the table, yelling, "Do you think I'm stupid?!"

Is what you said here true?

"Uh..." While Mr. Sesa was still thinking, the white rabbit who was accompanying the interrogation pondered for a moment, then reached out and grabbed his horn. "You, what are you going to do?"

The Sarkaz's horns are a symbol of their family's honor. No matter how strange or bizarre they look, no one will make a fuss about them, let alone lay a hand on them.

"Click—" It's off...it's off...it's here...it's here.

"Wow, Aunt W, your horns are detachable?"

"Hey, you cockroach swear word, tell me, what exactly were you planning to do, disguising yourself as a Sarkaz and infiltrating the venue with weapons of mass destruction?"

"I...I really came here for a job interview."

As for why he disguised himself as a Sarkaz, it's because he had just blown up his own company's weapons research facility due to "illegal experiments." As someone who was running away with a bucket, if he didn't disguise himself as an ordinary Sarkaz mercenary, he would be waiting to be killed by Blacksteel's action team.

"So, not a single word of your statement is true, right?"

“No, it’s true that I graduated from a science and technology university…” Mr. Sesa argued softly, thinking that at least one of the facts was true.

"Are you still feeling pretty proud of yourself?" W was dumbfounded. There was actually someone who was proud that the only school listed on their resume was a real one?

"No, no, that's not what I meant. I really came here to apply for the job. I think your weapon design concept is very good. Even those logistics couriers don't have much Originium Arts, yet they can drive such powerful vehicle-mounted weapons."

It was because of this that Shesha came to apply for a job under Lao Xia. Actually, he wanted to exchange technical theories and see if there were any areas where they could complement each other.

Amiya Logistics' weaponry consists of standard vehicle-mounted fuss guns, which, in a sense, also serve as a form of protection for Talulah.

Because the traces left behind are all traces of the Dragon Girl's flames, even if someone tracks her Originium Arts, they will only find one thing.

That is, there was never a Talulah, or rather, everyone is Talulah.

However, this was not a good thing for either Mr. Black Snake, who was about to get lost, or the bandits in the wilderness.

Especially the latter, who could withstand such firepower being relentlessly bombarded? And this was observed by Mr. Shesa. He certainly did not believe that these people were powerful enough to operate such weapons as advanced sorcerers. Therefore, there was only one reason: the weapons of these Xia Group employees were equipment based on some kind of industrial technology that optimized Originium Arts.

Since they share the same ideals and similar goals, and it's a large company that can protect them from being ripped off by Black Steel, of course they would apply for the job.

“I checked through Rhodes Island’s intelligence network. A weapons lab in Sargon was recently blown up. It’s suspected that a researcher’s family member infiltrated it. Based on the publicly available information we’ve shared, it’s likely this person,” W put down the communication terminal. “So, did you infiltrate and cause damage? You have a criminal record.”

Mr. Shesa is now completely speechless and unable to refute the accusations. After all, he really did blow up the laboratory, he really did get in through his brother's connections, and he did bring weapons that could blow up the laboratory. He also disguised his identity, race, and name, and apart from his alma mater, he had no real information.

When he put himself in the other person's shoes and examined himself, he found that clearing his name was almost impossible, because he was too suspicious, suspicious in every way.

While W was interrogating Shesa, the Xia Group's recruitment fair gradually came to an end. It has to be said that the fact that tens of thousands of people were competing for less than 400 positions really opened Lao Xia's eyes. There was never such a scene in the Star Alliance.

The Star Alliance's formal, non-service, and production skill-required positions are all pre-selected for you while you are still in school. Your subsequent education will develop in the direction of the career path you have already chosen.

Service industries and positions that do not require individual production skills can still be filled through social recruitment. Moreover, the Covenant population has long been in a state of having fewer people than positions, so expecting such a crazy, competitive scene is almost impossible—even in the most competitive lunar colony positions, it is not this exaggerated.

The scene of ten people vying for one spot was the craziest and most enthusiastic one that Lao Xia could have imagined before.

Now, even popular administrative positions have hundreds or thousands of applicants vying for them, and there are seventy or eighty on-site positions, such as those for cleaning and grouting on construction sites.

If it hadn't ended early, and some people who came specifically for it hadn't gotten a spot, if it had continued for a few more days, there would have been thousands of people vying for a single administrative position.

The reason is that, in theory, Lao Xia understands capitalism, understands the exploitative methods of capitalism, and understands that the bottom line of capitalists is that there is no bottom line. However, he cannot grasp the degree of "slightly" in "treatment that is slightly more conscientious than that of capitalists..."

He certainly wouldn't offer the treatment the Star Alliance would provide, but rather the bare minimum of treatment he could imagine, based on pragmatism and abandoning his conscience.

Simply put, the salary is enough to support a family of three, the leave is enough to ensure the energy for work, and in order to reduce commuting time and avoid employees wasting time on the subway and buses and incurring company transportation costs, housing is provided that is closest to the company and workplace.

There was no other way; the entire old town belonged to him, so arranging accommodation for his employees was a piece of cake. The dormitories were designed with practicality in mind: the family-style rooms could fit three people, while the single-person rooms were four-person school dorms. All the fancy and impractical facilities were removed, and the design was based entirely on practical use to ensure that the employees could be as healthy and energetic as possible for him to exploit their labor.

Then, based on this minimum level of compensation, middle and lower-level leaders at all levels were promoted to a certain extent according to their positions and responsibilities. The direct consequence of this was that he was known as "Xia the Great Philanthropist".

This further energized the spies; such treatment was clearly that of a future key member of the group, a loyal follower who had risen to power.

Otherwise, in a place like Longmen where land is incredibly valuable, which company would provide you with a 45-square-meter family-style employee dormitory?

Spacious dormitories, a salary that is neither high nor low, and good vacation time. Although Lao Xia cut annual leave, some of the Star Alliance's minimum standards and habits still haven't been changed.

For example, the 10-month paid maternity leave for female employees results in seven times more women than men at job fairs. Want to take maternity leave on Terra?

You must be living in a dream. Female factory workers work all year round, and if they take more than three days off, their entire month's salary is deducted. Maternity leave is something that only exists in dreams. No, according to the average treatment of Terra workers, even in Rembiton, it's something they wouldn't even dare to dream of.

The salt soda provided by the labor protection company is unique in the entire Longmen area. In addition, Lao Xia plans to install air conditioning and heating in all company offices for his own comfort. It is not surprising that even the lowest-level cleaning job has seventy or eighty good men competing for it.

Not to mention Old Xia, even White Rabbit couldn't quite understand it, because for the infected on the ice plains, being able to eat their fill and stay warm was something they wouldn't even dare to dream of.

Therefore, when the stimulus exceeds a certain threshold, it becomes difficult to react more strongly. Since they can't repay the debt even if they sell themselves, it's normal that the Yeti team, who have already sold their lives to Lao Xia, don't find it attractive.

"Aren't there a bit too many female employees?" Having already completed the onboarding procedures and awaiting the boss's first speech at the assembly, Lao Xia looked at the Future Group employees below and frowned slightly.

Although by modern standards, Terra is known for producing beautiful women, and even those who aren't conventionally beautiful are still quite cute and charming with their animal ears.

However, for Lao Xia's aesthetic sense and visual resolution, it was almost a screen full of mosaics and pixels.

"The male-to-female ratio is 1:3, mainly because women die faster than men on the snowy plains."

This time, White Rabbit didn't care about the large group of charming little vixens that came in. Firstly, they couldn't even compete with the creative team's bare-faced beauty level, so they posed zero threat. Secondly, there was a very serious reason.

“I see…” Old Xia understood what she meant. The members of the Yeti team he brought, as well as the escorts from Amiya Logistics who were about to establish logistics distribution in the old city, were all alone.

Women die quickly on the icy plains, meaning more men survive. Single, able-bodied men are a major source of social unrest, and mishandling this could lead to serious consequences. Fortunately, once the support personnel arrive, the male-to-female ratio within the group will be relatively balanced.

"Aren't you worried they might be spies?" Old Xia said while tidying his appearance. "Most female spies are after you. With their looks, if they were spies, I'd doubt if their bosses were blind."

White Rabbit rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, I've filtered out all those alluring little vixens who're eager to climb into the chairman's bed."

The core idea is that anyone prettier than her should be rejected for on-site positions or refused employment, except for genuine experts like Xiao Yang.

"What if they're targeting your single subordinates? Or perhaps future managers of the group?"

"That makes sense. I'll examine the next one..."

"Who taught you this method of censorship?"

“Ivan, he’s the guerrilla’s reconnaissance captain, one of Patriot’s old men, he’s very good at this.” White Rabbit helped Old Xia tie his tie and patted him hard on the back. “Alright, everyone’s still waiting for you.”

“Pretty boring content, just like an old man…” Swire yawned and leaned against the police car. The entire Guard Bureau’s force in the Old Town was here.

After all, there are hundreds of new employees here, and tens of thousands of people who failed the exam on the outside. It's inevitable that there will be a few resentful "desperate remnants" who are determined to retaliate or cause trouble.

Any reliable police officer knows that for such mass gatherings, police resources should be concentrated to maintain order and prevent mass incidents.

Whether it's an accidental stampede or desperate remnants using Originium Arts to call for love in a crowd, both require vigilance.

“Yes, boss, we all understand…” The guard operative handed over a bag of milk tea, his gaze lingering on Swire’s right index finger for a moment. The exquisite garnet ring was quite eye-catching, especially since Swire usually wore light makeup and didn’t wear much jewelry.

"You don't know anything!" Swire's face flushed slightly. This ring had brought her a lot of strange looks, but as one of the few gifts she had received from a genuine friend, just like the cheap bracelet Old Chen gave her, she couldn't bear to take it off, especially since it was quite pretty.

"But this way, you'll have a lot more peace and quiet."

“That’s true,” Swire said with a smug look. Ever since her rich woman nature was exposed, there have been at least eighty or a hundred young men from the Guard Bureau trying to curry favor with her.

Ever since Old Xia gave me this ring, these past few days have been incredibly peaceful and quiet, and there have been far fewer flies around.

However, these young and strong men under his command are not as efficient as before, and their efficiency in executing orders has also declined. It's time to develop a tailor-made training plan for them.

When it comes to investing in her subordinates, Little Tiger is not stingy at all. She signs contracts for legitimate expenses without even looking at the price. This includes another timeline where she was the only one to offer to pay for elite training for all Rhodes Island operators herself—which was then rejected by Amiya.

[Damn it, you little brat, give me back my hard-earned money!]

"It's just a gift from a friend, why are you all so concerned about it? You'd be better off keeping an eye on your surroundings. Don't you have any shame about your low crime-solving rate?" Little Tiger shouted at the surrounding police officers.

She has a very loud voice, extremely loud. Although she is usually a soft-spoken young lady, when she really roars—do you know what a "tiger's roar" is?

It was that terrifying voice that could vibrate the air and even make the glass buzz, completely disproportionate to her petite figure.

"Yes!" The subordinate's expression immediately became much more serious, but he still muttered to himself, after all, a "boyfriend" is also a "friend".

"Yelena!" As the white rabbit stepped out of the venue, she was embraced in a warm hug. Feeling the heavy weight on the back of her head, she felt as if she were radiating a winter chill.

However, she doesn't need to worry too much. After all, the little tiger's body has reached its development limit, while she has a bright future ahead of her. In a few years, it's not impossible for her to surpass him.

"Ah, Officer Swire, could you please let me go? This is very rude of you."

"Don't keep such a cold face—" The little tiger rubbed the rabbit's puffed-up cheeks, feeling that they felt really good, and those long ears that were straight because of alertness made him want to grab it and give it a good rub.