Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

The people in the audience looked at each other, but surprisingly, no one raised any objections.

"The factory will officially enter the construction phase the day after tomorrow, and during this period, there will be personnel coming to provide you with professional training. Once the factory is completed, you will be able to start working immediately."

The audience remained silent, so Isaac continued:

“Your salary is one thousand US dollars a month, with weekends off, and a year-end bonus,” Isaac said, taking out a bottle of medicine and showing it to them.

The people in the audience stared wide-eyed at the sight of the bottle of medicine.

They were certainly familiar with this drug; it was an inhibitor that the Twilight race had to take regularly to survive.

“I will provide you with this inhibitor for free every month,” Isaac said. “At the same time, you will be considered IW personnel the moment you join the company, and the company will protect your safety in Yelkastum.”

The crowd below the stage went from looking at each other in surprise to discussing amongst themselves. They were all astonished by such preferential treatment, and some even found it hard to believe.

Generally, people of the Twilight race cannot afford inhibitors. Only a small number of powerful individuals join large organizations, and those organizations will provide them with the funds to purchase them.

As for those who were left to fend for themselves, they might have died at the hands of the mob if it weren't for the protection of the Cristiano family.

Safety and inhibitors were what the city's Twilight population desperately craved, and Isaac actually agreed to give them all.

So what's there to hesitate about?

“Alright, if you agree to join…” Isaac pulled out a stack of papers from behind him, “then come over and sign this labor contract.”

"I'll join!"

"I'll sign!"

They all rushed forward and picked up Isaac's contract. They certainly had to seize this opportunity.

"Don't fight over it, everyone gets a share," Isaac laughed.

He was secretly overjoyed.

This is actually a mutually beneficial situation. They provide Isaac with cheap labor, while Isaac provides them with security and inhibitors.

Everyone got what they wanted.

Everyone who came here picked up a pen and signed their name. Isaac counted the number of contracts submitted; there were fifty-eight in total.

"Boss, I have family members who also want to come and work here. I wonder if they can come?" someone asked.

“Anyone is welcome,” Isaac said with a smile. “My family factory is quite large; anyone who wants to come can come and sign up.”

Chapter 545: Meeting an Acquaintance Again

The construction of the factory is proceeding in an orderly manner according to plan.

While the external buildings were being constructed, technicians were also training these newly recruited employees.

Although the gangs that had been entrenched here have been eliminated, it doesn't mean that the factory's construction can proceed as planned.

The Twilight Race is a group hated by the general public. The news that Isaac was hiring these people on a large scale spread quickly, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the people of Yelkastum. Some people with nothing better to do took to the factory to protest.

“These people are really courting death.” Isaac sat on the stairs smoking, looking at the crowd outside holding up signs and shouting. “I haven’t taken their land, nor have I polluted their living area, so why are they always hanging around in front of me?”

“I’ve heard that this is how the Twilight race is in this country. You’ll get used to it.” The soldier next to him sighed. “I’ve also looked into the situation in this city before. People’s hatred of the Twilight race is a common phenomenon, and the government won’t do anything about it.”

Frankly speaking, the Twilight Race is nothing more than a victim of illegal drugs. Because the drugs developed by the government for the East-West war caused problems for the offspring of some of the drug users, the government, as the culprit, did not deal with this matter, but instead turned the blame on these victims.

"Fine, let them protest if they want. It's not like their protests will make any difference." Isaac threw his finished cigarette on the ground, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Just don't disrupt my plans, otherwise I'll drop a thermobaric bomb and 'clean up' it."

When doing business in this chaotic city where order has been lost, one must be prepared to eliminate any obstacles when circumstances permit.

"Don't worry, boss. If anyone disrupts the normal operation of the factory, we will take them down immediately."

"Very good. Stay on high alert during this period. I'll bring tanks and military drones over to help you in a while."

"Yes."

The protesters didn't actually dare to go inside the factory and cause trouble. The soldiers standing guard outside with guns silently told them: if you dare to take a step forward, you'll lose your lives.

"I knew things wouldn't go this smoothly." Isaac reached into his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, tumbled it around a couple of times, and found that the pack was already empty.

Because a voice reminded him that he could only smoke two cigarettes a day, a pack of cigarettes was consumed quite slowly, but by this time it was all gone.

Do you have any cigarettes here?

"Huh? Let me see." The soldier felt his shirt pocket and found it empty. "Sorry, mine's all gone too."

"Never mind, I'll go out and buy it myself."

Isaac stood up and walked outside.

The protesters holding signs at the entrance saw Isaac come out and tried to cause trouble, but Isaac raised his hand and fired two shots at them.

Although it didn't hit them, it was enough to scare them away.

-

The place to buy cigarettes was located two streets away from Isaac's factory; in such a large city, there were only a handful of tobacco shops. Brothels and casinos, on the other hand, were everywhere. It was quite a strange phenomenon.

"Ms. Lavaux, two packs of Marlboro."

"It's you again, Isaac, you brat."

The owner of this tobacco shop is a woman in her seventies named Joel Lavaux. Although she looks fierce, she is actually a kind-hearted person.

Perhaps because tobacco shops have low profit margins, and this is one of the few places in Yerkastum that sells cigarettes, the thugs wouldn't come here to cause trouble for this old man.

"You're starting to smoke at such a young age, be careful you don't die young."

The old lady jokingly handed Isaac two packs of cigarettes.

“If someone like me lives too long, it would be a tragedy for the world.” Isaac took the cigarette, unpacked it, and put one in his mouth.

“Yelkastum is a haven for villains. If every bad guy deserved to die, this place would probably become a ghost town soon,” the old woman laughed.

Her shop is located on high ground, and you can see the view of the city streets from the window.

Of course, the scenery isn't great; the dilapidated buildings and the occasional gunshots remind the people here that Yerkastum is not a place for just anyone.

"I heard you recently opened a factory, where the Twilight People work for you. I heard the wages and benefits are pretty good."

"Yes, the factory needs manpower to start operations."

"Then you'd better be careful, the people here aren't very friendly to the Twilight race," the old woman said with a smile. "You'll have a lot of enemies here."

“Enemies… I haven’t heard that word in a long time.” Isaac chuckled. “If they hadn’t died so young, I might have had the chance to call them enemies.”

Isaac tried to recall people he had grudges against or conflicts of interest with, but he could hardly remember any of them anymore.

"Hello, I'm here to buy a box of PALL MALL."

A woman's voice interrupted the two people who were chatting.

"Looks like you've got business again."

"Really."

The old lady looked at the woman buying cigarettes.

With her wheat-colored skin, an almost perfect figure, low-cut dress, and skirt that nearly exposed her thighs, she could easily be mistaken for a woman working in a certain profession in Yelkastum.

"Oh, it's you. Here to buy cigarettes for Warwick again?"

"Ah, yes."

"Here you go." Mrs. Lai handed the woman a box of blue-packaged cigarettes from the counter.

"Thank you."

After she paid, she saw Isaac's face. Upon seeing it, her eyes widened, and she froze, dropping the cigarettes she had just bought to the ground.

"It's you?"

"what?"

Isaac had no idea what the woman was surprised about; she seemed to know him very well.

"I am Alex, the one you saved four years ago," Alex said excitedly, pointing to herself.

"Oh……"

There is absolutely no image.

“Thanks to your help, I’ve finally found a decent job,” Alex said with a smile.

What kind of job?

An elderly woman standing nearby answered for her, "She's doing errands and delivering packages for two shady characters. If you wear clothes like that again, you might get attacked."

"Huh? Is there something wrong with my clothes?" She looked at her revealing outfit with a puzzled expression.

Isaac was now thinking; he had some ideas on his mind.

"Two shady characters? Warwick... do you work at the convenience store?"

"Huh? Do you know those two people?"

Chapter 546: Exchanging Middle Fingers as a Greeting

Are you working at a convenience store right now?

“Yes, I work for Warwick and Nicholas, usually sitting in the office taking on cases.” Alex chuckled twice, seemingly quite satisfied with her current job. “Do you know them both?”

“We’ve met once before,” Isaac said.

"Oh, I see. Come to think of it, I didn't even know your name."

"Just call me Isaac."

"Would you like to sit in the convenience store?" Alex invited.

She was overjoyed to see her savior again after four years.

Four years is a long time, and Isaac has changed a lot since then; he's definitely grown a lot taller. Fortunately, Alex recognized him immediately.

"Great, it's a good opportunity to meet those two as well."

……

The convenience store is located on 8th Street in Yelkastum. It's a kind of jack-of-all-trades store that accepts any kind of request.

From maintaining security on highways to committing murder and robbery, to cleaning up after your neighbor, they do everything. The only difference is how much the client is willing to pay.