Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Although the Osborn Group has some gap with the Stark Group in energy technology, our accumulation is still very profound. Although the Ark Reactor is powerful, the most widely deployed in the world is the Osborn-type fusion reactor." Norman Osborn straightened his clothes with pride, and was quite proud when he spoke.

"Yes, and Stark's Ark... Humph, a big useless piece of junk! It can't even supply the energy consumption of a shipyard and a coffee shop." After mocking Stark's incompetence, he snorted at Doom and inserted the dagger in his hand into his waist. Anyway, Lancer was ready to hand it over to the Sanctuary in exchange for some of the resources of the Sanctuary to Anaheim. He only needed to help Lancer solve some small problems when he asked, and he would take a few things for himself. After all, he was called by Lancer to help choose.

And Doom didn't think Lancer's move was a waste. According to Anaheim's custom... shareholders, or allies, just needed to prepare the money. When Anaheim completed the development or research, it would not mind sharing the knowledge, but it would cost extra!

"I agree with this!" Norman Osborn nodded with a smile, because the technology had been sold to Atlas in a package through a transaction, which was also one of the costs of the ticket. However, Norman Osborn, who was still upset that his technology failed in the standard setting, certainly would not say anything good about Stark.

"..." Lancer looked at the two of them and listened to the report from Xiao Tangled in his ears. My goodness, Doom and Osborn, one of the two technical masters in the corporate alliance, this bad guy combination is a bit scary, and both of them seem to have a grudge against Stark, so he is a little bit disliked. However, Tony's foul-mouthed personality seems... It seems that these arrogant guys are hard to get used to.

"I heard that you are great at swordsmanship?" After playing with the things he had chosen for a while, Doom walked to the side and faced the opponent's neatly arranged trophies. Just now when he was looking for it, he found such a thing, but he had no use for it, so he didn't take it out. Now that he saw Lancer, he naturally remembered it.

"Not bad." Lanser shrugged. Although he couldn't reach the level of cutting everything with a sword in his memory, he could basically fight Binjiang for two rounds with quick close-range slashes in close combat. Of course, Binjiang was holding back.

"Although you have accidentally created a batch of holy weapons through cooperation with the church, I believe you are also aware of the huge limitations of those things. A good swordsman needs a sword of his own." Doom handed a sword to Lancer, "Try it. It is a Viking sword with good magic power. It seems to be Lagobit, but it may also be a replica of a magic sword."

What Doom was talking about was naturally that all the magical attacks of these holy artifacts were actually all on that layer of holy silver. Once the coating was damaged, the countdown to the ineffectiveness of this holy artifact would begin.

But even this has already made Doom sigh! Single effect, easy to damage, expensive, time-consuming! A series of defects can't cover the advantages of this thing! It can be mass-produced! And if you think the power is not strong enough, just pray for it! The power of 7 days and 7 months is a huge difference.

Moreover, Lancer's attitude of not caring at all after trying it has caused even the current church to start making divine weapons. After all, the process is not complicated, which has directly led to the dark world having a bit of a hard time.

Lanser took the sword in his hand, unsheathed it, and shook it casually, "The weight is OK, but the feel is just average." He shook his wrist and put the sword back into the scabbard, then handed it to the agent on the side. After the agent took it, he automatically started searching.

While Lancer was speaking, SOPII and Chkalov looked at each other, and Chkalov nodded to SOPII very seriously. It was not known what fatal idea the two had reached, but it seemed that they were planning to prepare a sword for Lancer. Anyway, SOPII had Lancer's palm size, arm span data and grip strength data, so she just needed to design a few basic templates for Lancer to try.

"So how about this batch of things?" Lancer watched Doom turn around and start picking again, as if he was going to turn over all these things today.

"It can be considered a very successful plunder. Although there are no so-called artifacts, it is still possible to find so many things that look good.

It's a good thing." Doom held a black stone that looked like something unknown, frowned slightly, and put it in his pocket, "Even I am a little tempted."

"Okay, we're currently selecting the lucky winner, maybe in the next few days. Are you interested?" Lancer looked at Doom and Norman Osborn. Doom hesitated for a moment, but after looking at the pile of magic devices and witchcraft items, Doom nodded vigorously with a flicker in his eyes!

"I can't do it yet. I've watched the video of the battle that night, and I can't keep up. But... I have some ideas. You can take a look at them after I take out the samples." Unlike Doom, who was silent for a while and then nodded, Norman Osborn said, "Also... I have some things to deal with in my company."

"Um...are those shareholders making trouble again?"

"Yeah, I want to strangle them right now, huh?"

"Take this with you. This will solve the problem in half an hour."

"Hey, hey, hey...it's not appropriate to discuss murder in front of me."

"Without evidence, it's not murder."

"..."

2-200 Always ready on the road

"These two bastards!" Lanser sighed and patted his forehead. How could these two bastards discuss such a trivial matter as the details of the aftermath in front of him? Why did they ask for his opinions? He even expressed his own ideas? !

It turns out that idiocy is really contagious!

After having lunch together, Doom and Norman Osborn left one after another. They left very decisively without any sign of reluctance. However, at their level, there was no need to be too emotional.

Doom rushed back to his country, because the unmanned factory that was about to start operation, as a new thing that had just been born, was bound to cause a lot of trouble. There were all kinds of reasons, a lot of troubles, workers made installation errors, programmers had a shitty crash, and all kinds of weird things were almost certain to happen. As the person in charge of this matter, Doom had to be fully prepared.

Norman Osborn's words were easier to understand. The loading and unloading of his cargo was rather troublesome, so it took some time. After loading, he had to fly back to the United States as soon as possible. After all, he did not want to see any of these precious production resources lost.

So even though the chef of the luxurious hotel where Lancer lived was almost worked to death, the three of them really just had a simple meal and then said goodbye to each other.

"Don't worry about it, it means they really treat you as one of their own." Fei's mother patted the bad boy's head and told Lancer to relax, but the smile on her face was indeed undisguised. After all, they just listened to the agent's broadcast one by one, and when the girls were eating next door, they could really imagine Lancer's face as he gave them advice with a frustrated look on his face.

"Okay, is there any new news?" Lancer originally planned to return to Thor, but after contacting Koko, Koko suggested to Lancer that if he really wanted to let Thor grow up, then Lancer should not rush back now. While Thor's will is still at its peak, let him work more and understand the underlying operations, so that he can achieve greater growth in the future.

"There's no news from the Knights of Orleans yet. Megatron and Soundwave went to their base and they are not in Crimea at the moment. The special forces suffered heavy losses some time ago and are now resting, so it seems that we only have one choice left." AR15 smiled.

"But why don't we go to the territory of the green cloak we just left? After all, we are also in Anaheim in name, and Chkalov is here too. It seems that we are the only ones who have not been to the team-building project of the corporate alliance so far, so... how about we go and take a look?" Binjiang bit an apple and made a suggestion that surprised everyone.

"It sounds good, and I think it's time for me to give my third class, so let's go!" Binjiang's suggestion made Chkalov think about it. No problem, just go. It happened that he had just finished teaching half of the course before, but he didn't continue because he saw that there was not enough time. Now is the perfect time to finish the rest of the course. He can prepare once and sell two classes, which is really good.

Chkalov's initiative also made AR15, who was standing next to Lancer, brighten up. He quickly began to distribute a notice within Anaheim, announcing that Chkalov's third class was about to start, and then put a price list below the message.

"Hmm..." Chkalov rolled his eyes as he stared at AR15 who suddenly smiled. No need to ask, the girl started selling lessons again. Why did Lancer choose such a money-grubber to mess around with all these things? Then his eyes drifted for a moment, and suddenly looked at Lancer and Amagi who was trying hard to pull his tail back from Lancer.

"I say, how about you two give a class?" Chkalov narrowed his eyes, "Lance, didn't you say that you have remembered a lot about the inheritance of Xiansai? And are you willing to teach the magic of Tiancheng as well?"

"... Well, it's a good idea, but it's unlikely." Tiancheng tilted his head and thought for a while, "My lord's magic is too picky about talent. I have studied for a long time, but I can only make a fireball. My magic... ordinary humans' fragile bodies can't bear it, so it's useless to teach me."

As a fox with magic, before Tiancheng

Lancer had a crazy idea of ​​wanting to learn Lancer's magic. Naturally, Lancer would not refuse his big fox's sudden ambition. However, after the two of them tried it, they found that the reason why Nephalem are Nephalem is because ordinary people can never reach their level, right?

Although Amagi had a certain foundation, he did not learn overly complicated spells, and of course not just the fireball spell. Then Amagi conducted a test and concluded that this thing was not as powerful as a 40mm cannon, and it did not have the ability to fire continuously, which was even better than Amagi's original spells.

The reason why Tiancheng was interested in these things was because of Lancer's experience of giving them shields before. They had all experienced Carol's energy impact, but with and without shields, they would die. In the former, Befa could attack Carol head-on, but in the latter... it really hurt.

"Speaking of which, should we go check on Carol's condition?" Lancer and Tiancheng looked at each other and said hesitantly. Although Perseus's work was going very smoothly, after Carol joined, the guys from Hydra's Ukrainian branch were often just responsible for supporting Carol.

"No need." Fei Ma put her arms around Lancer's neck from behind. "You know their situation, it's very special. As a person with a Western background, you're always hanging around Ukraine, which is enough to make many people nervous, not to mention you going to find Hydra. It's one thing for NATO not to mention it, but it's another thing for you to take the initiative to contact them or show up in front of them."

"Okay." Lancer sighed. He just wanted to see the condition of Perseus. After all, according to previous estimates, the old man Perseus might have shown some bad signs in his body. If his identity could be revealed, this old man should go to the hospital for a thorough physical examination. However, it would be appropriate for Perseus to go to Norman for the examination.

The reason why he was so worried about the old guy's health was not because Perseus was obviously planning to make a big news about Hydra in the end, so he didn't even think about training a successor. So he didn't say who would be able to completely take over the command of Hydra's Ukrainian branch. If Carol took over at that time, Lancer couldn't imagine how big a commotion it would cause.

"He knows that you are in Moldova and have caused such a big disturbance, but he has not contacted you. Either he is carrying out some action, or nothing has happened. It is better to trust him at this time. We are also keeping an eye on him for some specific matters." Tiancheng patted Lanser's hand, then opened it and pulled out his big tail! I have been rubbing it for two hours! You are almost pulling out my tail hair!

"That makes sense." Lancer clapped his hands with some regret, "Then we'll go directly to Latveria. It's just that it's impossible to go there by plane now. We either have to take a boat or drive around in a big circle." Lancer said helplessly. Fortunately, since the beginning of the war, the Skrulls have not had any damn anti-ship missiles, so sea transportation is still a more convenient and relatively safe route.

"If we can stay in Latveria for four days, we should be able to see our new ship arrive at the port when we return to New York. Time flies so fast. The ship has completed all the outfitting!" Springfield brought Lancer a cup of coffee and said softly.

"New ship? Is it finally done?" 191 raised his eyebrows. The old Griffin had very limited space on board. As a result, after more of Lancer's wives came, the already limited living space on the old ship was suddenly filled with people. John and the others were very conscious and went to sleep in the hammocks in the building at the bow of the ship.

In addition, Lancer's business is indeed growing bigger and bigger. A cargo ship of more than 20,000 tons can no longer meet Lancer's usual freight requirements. This is still the majority of Lancer's material transportation methods. In essence, it relies on the personal space of the ship girls. The cargo hold on the ship is only used to store some goods that look more obvious. For example, things that do not take up space, such as pistols, will of course be crammed as much as possible.

"Okay, should we contact them or go there directly?" Binjiang looked at Lan Se. Although they all knew that Lan Se was just going to visit, you can't really say anything about it. Well, the other party's handicraft class is really at the highest level of human beings.

"No need to contact them, we can just go over there and then most likely we can just rent a hotel and let Chkalov take the class." Lanser was really curious about how far the other party had advanced this technology.

"It's just a ribbon-cutting ceremony, but it's a pity that Doom won't give out some red envelopes." SOPII suddenly muttered, and then everyone looked at SOPII. After all, SOPII's speech just now was already shocking. You actually expect Doom to give out red envelopes? ! Is there a hot-melt fuel tank in it?

"Okay, let's go and cut the ribbon. Go pack your things now and gather downstairs in about half an hour. Then we'll set off straight for the port. Hope everything goes well." Lanser looked at the scenery outside the window. Although the sea was calm when there was no wind, the strong wind and huge waves were not polite at all this morning.

"Let's go!"

2-201 Copy

"It's just right that you're here. I have a little problem! I need Chkalov's support." Doom said at once when Lancer and his group arrived.

Without saying anything, he walked directly to Lancer. Although he could solve these problems, it would take a long time for him to solve them alone. With the arrival of Lancer and his friends, Doom suddenly found that he seemed to have helpers! Real helpers, not just the other technicians who did odd jobs.

Even a certain god who is in a bad mood now seems to think that perhaps it is because these guys doing odd jobs are too incompetent that such systemic damage has occurred.

"Huh?" Chkalov was stunned. Although Dum was not a factory owner, his level should not cause such a problem. However, this was not something Chkalov needed to worry about. She turned her head and looked at Lancer. Judging from Dum's performance, it might not be a small problem, otherwise he would not have such a headache.

Lancer tilted his head and looked at Doom, "What's going on? Can you explain it?" Seeing Doom's somewhat irritable and rude attitude, Lancer felt something was wrong.

"There are large-scale errors in the data code and model. The performance of the equipment is quite different from what was expected... The output of the robotic arm is lower than expected... There have been major problems in the half month of advancing the energy line." Doom had a headache on his face. He knew that there would be many problems in today's assembly and debugging, and he did not carefully select the magic devices that Lancer had obtained. He just took some that he liked.

But after the test system was turned on, the screen was full of errors, which made Doom look a little embarrassed. He threw the panel in his hand and looked at the people around him with anger. There was no need to ask, the damn Stark would know in a few hours at the latest that there was such a big problem with the unmanned automatic factory he was in charge of.

Just thinking about this problem and Tony Stark's face, Lord Doom already wanted to kill someone, or simply destroy the factory and start over with violence!

Lancer nodded to Chkalov. Although he didn't know what was going on with Doom, since Doom had spoken, Lancer thought that if it wasn't too troublesome, he could ask Chkalov to do Doom a favor. "Although it may not be correct, I would like to ask, are the various subsystems produced by different countries, and are they designed by different companies?"

"..." Doom was suddenly silent, "Huh... It looks like this is the reason." Lancer's question gave Doom an inspiration. Although the overall design was indeed made by Doom himself, the design of the specific subsystems could not be completed entirely by Doom, but was simply distributed to each company within the alliance.

Originally, in Doom's idea, he only needed to do an integration and then he didn't have to guess about everything from language to design software and even the units used in various companies. There was a high probability that there would be differences, and during the initial integration, the results would often not be very good.

For specific reference, you can refer to when Airbus was developing large aircraft. Because of a series of headaches caused by the different designs made in two countries, it eventually led to the overall collapse. It was then that these troubles were solved and the plan was smoothly promoted by forcibly unifying all things in the two laboratories.

"It will be a huge project." Doom took a deep breath. Lancer's judgment was not completely correct, but it was indeed an explanation for the many problems that had arisen. To solve this problem, it would be almost equivalent to rewriting the entire file, which was not an easy task.

"Can I help you?" Lanser looked at the girls behind him, "Prepare a quiet place and computer equipment for us. I think many of my girls can provide you with some help."

"The hotel has been prepared for you. The laptops and computing resources you are assigned will be in place soon." If more people could provide help, Doom would definitely not refuse, and if the problem could be solved as soon as possible in a short period of time, it would be able to save Doom's face.

"Okay, let's go, SOPII. Let's see what kind of trouble the unfortunate King Dum is in." Chkalov spread his hands and took SOPII into the automated factory to deal with these troubles.

"Then we won't bother you anymore, we can just go to the hotel by ourselves." Lancer wanted to say a few words to Doom, then signaled the driver who brought him here to come over and take him directly to the hotel he was originally going to. There were not many large hotels in Doom. After all, Latveria didn't have any famous scenic spots, let alone any damn cultural history.

Even if there might have been some sculptures left by the original dictator, they were smashed to pieces by Doom who seized the country, so basically Lancer planned to go from hotel to hotel today. There was nothing much to say. She would go to the hotel and hug Fei Ma to have a good sleep, and wait for Chkalov to come back in the evening and comfort her when he complained loudly. After all, everyone else was sleeping, and only she and SOPII were working.

Although Lancer did think so when he was in the car, he did not do so after arriving at the hotel.

"I have to say, Doom's men are quite efficient." Even Fei Ma admitted that she was a little surprised. After all, when they arrived, Doom's men had already prepared high-performance laptops according to the number of people, and were even pre-loading some necessary software and files for Lancer and others to use.

"We will handle the rest on our own."

15 signaled the hotel staff to leave now and they could handle the rest themselves. The hotel waiter naturally did not refuse AR15's request.

"Chekalov, how is it?" Lanser tapped his ears. The communicator worked very smoothly, so almost the moment Lanser finished speaking, he heard Chkalov's voice.

"It's a mess, everything is messed up, great job! Lancer, you don't know, just now I just sorted it out and found that there was indeed a problem similar to what you said, and the magic light on Doom's body began to flicker." Chkalov quickly said loudly to Lancer about Doom's unfortunate appearance. "SOPII report the situation over there!"

"The adjustments of the robotic arms are different from each other, which results in not only mismatched products, but also problems with the docking of many systems." SOPII was playing with the screwdriver and electric wrench in his hands. While a group of technicians dared not speak out, he was dismantling and modifying several robotic arms. He even took out some motors or computer boards from time to time, plugged in data cables to stretch his fingers, and then quickly typed on a keyboard to start modifying the data on it.

"..." Lanser seemed to have thought of something. He turned around and looked at the agent who was busy preparing tea and snacks for Lanser and others with Belfa. "Can your Iron Blood workshop data be applied?"

"..." The agent's eyes flickered as she read the data on the computer prepared for her. After analyzing and comparing it, she gave Lanser the answer, "Based on the current situation, it can be applied, but some functions will have to be reduced. After all, the equipment here... has low performance."

Before becoming a rebellious military group, Tiexue Gongzao was actually the name of a production agency. And as the agent who later took charge of the entire Tiexue Gongzao factory as the chief steward, how could she not have these former factory operating systems in her hands?

"Go ahead, agent. Use the Iron Blood Works' production system to copy the production procedures here. SOPII uploads your design draft, and let's see if we can produce a mecha designed by SOPII. The materials here should be enough, right?" Lancer snapped his fingers and asked the agent to start working.

Lanser believed that the agent could understand what he meant. After doing this, some data would naturally be sent to Lanser. It was a reasonable peeping. Everything has a price, right? Using the system I provided, you still want to avoid a cloud upload? Don't make trouble!

"Copying begins! All subsystems disconnect and respond!" The agent walked to Lancer's side, stood on the balcony and looked at the unmanned factory not too far away. With a simple wave of his hand, the lights in the entire factory went out, and then slowly restarted. This was the simplest and most brutal way for the agent to cut into the opponent's security network.

(I remembered watching people in the Internet cafe use the ctrl+alt+del keys to start the task manager the moment the computer was turned on, directly kill the network system installed in the Internet cafe, and then play with the computer for free. It was amazing, but I myself have never succeeded. Did I see it wrong and it wasn’t these three keys?)

"Dum! What happened to our operating system..." A technician looked at the tablet in front of him in surprise. After tapping it, he found that the operating software they had worked so hard to write suddenly exited automatically. Then the screen flashed twice and turned into another operating interface that definitely had nothing to do with them.

"..." Doom took the tablet and operated it briefly. It was obvious that he was studying the tablet seriously to see if it was a joke after being infected with a virus, or if Lancer had secretly taken out something to surprise him when he wasn't paying attention.

"Dum, the conveyor belt in the automatic warehouse has started moving! The robotic arm... is usable?!" A technician had a dazed expression on his face. Looking at the haunted scene in front of him, he was a little speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say. He just quickly shouted out what he had no idea was happening after he discovered it.

All of a sudden, everyone gathered around the window. They looked at the huge pile of mechanical equipment in front of them with some surprise as they started to operate. They didn't understand what was going on and who made this set of equipment, which seemed to be on the verge of being scrapped, start operating at this time.

In a sense, they were still very happy to see this scene. After all, although Doom looked very annoyed, he was actually the one with the best mentality among them. The frustration of the others was much stronger than that of Doom. After all, it was they who worked overtime to assemble the machinery and equipment and put the production line together bit by bit. They carried out a huge amount of technical debugging before starting. If it didn't work, it would mean that all this work would be scrapped.

Now, when they saw this production line start to produce, they all smiled unconsciously. No matter who did it, they all owed each other a favor this time, a big favor. No one likes to work overtime, right? !

"Okay, it looks like the problem can be solved. This is the error content that has been classified.

Fix it yourself, arrange a car for me, and we'll talk tomorrow." Chkalov simply pushed the door open and walked in. As she spoke, everyone in the room looked at her. "Don't look at me with such a strange expression. This is the control system prepared for our own fully automatic unmanned production line. You're lucky. It can be used in the first wave."

"You mean Lancer was originally going to be used in its own unmanned system factory?" A young technician had a somewhat puzzled expression on his face.

Although Anaheim is now famous for selling courses and papers, it has created such a thing so quietly.

"Yes, let's go!" Chikalo spread his hands indifferently, "If you have any questions, just ask Lancer. This technology is not invented by me."

"Dum... should we change the system back?" another technician whispered. It's not that the other party didn't help them solve the problem, but it's a completely unfamiliar program, and even the source code is not in their hands. What do you think they should think?

"It doesn't matter. He can just take a look. As a member of the corporate alliance, how can you stop him from taking a look if he wants to?!" Doom gave a half-hearted answer. "Rather than that, keep an eye on the production process. I want to see if there are any other problems!"

After hearing what Doom said, a group of technicians woke up from their dreams and quickly rushed to their original positions, picked up various equipment that were supposed to be used early this morning, and quickly rushed downstairs, and then began to pray in their hearts that they would not let down their team at this time!

"Humph, you are really a guy who is good at making trouble. I hope you will have better luck today."

2-202 Iron and Blood Works

"Mr. Doom, the automatic construction process is complete and has entered the final inspection of the assembly process. It will take about 10 minutes, that is..." A technician walked in and reported to Doom in front of them quickly. Most of the technicians looked a little unhappy. After all, for them, their unmanned factory was debugged in an instant. "It seems that the system prompts that the progress is behind schedule."

"Well, Lancer called just now. The finished product test should have passed, but the efficiency is lower than the system calculation time. I don't want to see the conveyor belt problem a second time." Doom frowned as he watched the data flowing quickly on the screen. Lancer directly used his system to copy the control system of the entire unmanned factory. Doom didn't care at all. He even thought it was a good thing that it could be resolved so quickly. Otherwise, it would take at least a week to debug and modify it slowly.

After all, for every programmer, it is better to rewrite the code before checking for errors.jpg

As for the fact that Lancer used the resources of the Corporate Alliance to make a mecha for himself, he didn't care, and neither did the Corporate Alliance. On the contrary, when it was almost completed, several representatives from the companies in the factory were very happy to watch the mechanical arms tightening screws while being assembled at the control console next to the production line. After the basic assembly of the mecha was completed, they naturally began to applaud.

It was this applause that made Doom feel a little irritated and his blood pressure rose. How could so many troubles arise? Don't you have any idea? And you still feel like applauding?

However, Doom's dissatisfaction did not affect the good mood of the controllers of these companies, because the performance of Lancer's mecha not long ago had made the military begin to consult them about the possibility of production. And now, their unmanned factory has proved that they can produce this kind of mecha, and the production starts from the rough processing of the product, so the rest is to start the production line and make money.

"But... why does it have this mark on it?" The technician said cautiously. Since last night, he has been working like crazy to make corrections on the stopped production line. The system has been modified, but the adjustment of related robotic arms and various processing equipment still requires some processing, and they don't have much time left.

Not to mention Doom's murderous gaze that day, just the various dissatisfied voices coming from their respective companies should make them understand that Latveria is not a place for them to vacation! Moreover, being fired from a cutting-edge company like the Enterprise Alliance is almost the same as committing suicide.

"It looks nice. Print one and hang it at the door. It will be the trademark of this unmanned factory in the future." Doom glanced at it and saw a trademark that looked like a cyber flame. Without thinking too much, he just used it. It was just the name of an unmanned factory anyway. He didn't care whether Anaheim would use this logo when it built its own factory in the future. Anyway, Anaheim was also a member of the corporate alliance, even if it was an open traitor.

"Um... OK, we'll call it Iron Blood Works from now on?" The technician, no, the Iron Blood Works technician was stunned. He didn't expect Doom to accept everything Lancer brought out.

It can even be seen that he is in a much better mood than before.

"Yes, this makes the system easier to explain. We'll ask Anaheim to ensure the maintenance of the production system." Doom simply became a hands-off boss and handed the thing to Lancer. Anyway, it was a mess, and Doom planned to leave it to those ungrateful bastards to discuss how to settle it.

This email quickly confused Casper, because compared with the email, what made him know about this matter faster was the phone calls from business owners who wanted to test the waters and get to know the inside story. Working in a modern enterprise, anyone who lacks a little sensitivity to production software and office software will definitely not be able to get promoted to management level (in fact, it is just the opposite. In most companies, the people above do not understand anything at all, and they are thankful to be able to understand this profession).