Chapter 1285 5 Pairs of Road Wheels

Master Xie suddenly beamed, and only the woman beside her sighed softly.

Roland naturally noticed this scene. Since the dream world has absorbed those core cyclones many times, his power has also been growing, and his perception and sensitivity have been upgraded to a new stage. Even though the other party was very hidden, he was still caught by the corner of his eye.

This woman is the finance and secretary sent by Guardian, Qing Qing. I heard that she just graduated from a prestigious school. Her talents and abilities are upper-class, and she is pretty good-looking. She can be said to be the kind of person who wins at the starting line. Only she knows in the entire factory that all current expenses are borne by the Sanye Group, and the "current boss" basically gets nothing.

Probably in Qingqing's eyes, these actions of his were all about poaching the group's profits and poaching his employer, and it was understandable that he didn't look good.

But Roland didn't care. At this time, as long as he dragged the other party into the water, any complaints would disappear.

"Of course, it's everyone's credit for being able to produce results so quickly," he smiled at his secretary, "If it succeeds, we might as well give all the employees in the factory a month's salary increase!"

"Exactly, boss, you are very considerate," Master Xie nodded repeatedly.

"No...I didn't mean that..." Qingqing didn't expect that her little move would be noticed by Roland, and she couldn't help but said with embarrassment, "I was just wondering when the company's books will be profitable..."

If nothing else, such a day should never happen again. Roland waved his hand calmly, "Don't worry, my friends are all pursuing their dreams. Making money is not a problem at all. Just wait for your promotion and salary increase."

"Easy to say, easy to say." Master Xie seemed to have fallen into the fantasy of reaching the pinnacle of life, smiling so much that the wrinkles on his face gathered.

"By the way," he looked at Qing Qing, "I happen to have a new project to develop. You and I can go to the office."

"Ah... Boss," just as Roland turned to leave, Master Xie asked in a flattering manner, "Do you have any other requirements for this tractor? For example, the shape, color, etc."

You really treat it as a movie prop... Roland shook his head in amusement, "As long as the reliability is passed, nothing else matters. But..."

"Please tell me."

“If possible, I would like the final product to have five pairs of road wheels.”

"This is not a problem at all," Master Xie patted his chest and said, "When I designed the site, I took scalability into consideration, so just leave it to me!"

…

Since all the factory employees went out to watch the test vehicle test, the factory area seemed quite quiet. Roland noticed that Qing Qing had widened the following distance from two meters to five meters after crossing the workshop gate.

He couldn't help but feel a little amused. It seemed that Jiade had not revealed her identity to the other party, otherwise she should have known that when a martial artist wanted to plot something evil, it would not be a problem to let her run for fifty meters first, let alone five meters.

However, he was too lazy to improve his image in the eyes of his employees. As long as he could work well for him, nothing else mattered.

After walking into the messy office, Roland sat directly on the boss's seat and said straight to the point, "That's right, I have a friend..."

here we go again.

Qingqing couldn't help but cursed. All projects start with a friend. The problem is how can there be so many friends who are willing to spend hundreds of thousands to buy a bunch of junk. She admitted that the hobbies of rich people were indeed all kinds of strange, but the boss didn't look like he was a nobleman from some family, so she was still confident about her discernment.

After all, she had gone all the way to a prestigious school and had seen a lot of gold-plated rich second-generation people, but she had never seen such a simple and unpretentious person as her boss - even if the former was very low-key, he would not treat himself badly in terms of food and clothing, and the things he used A niche is a niche, and the quality and price are definitely expensive, not to mention that there are fewer and fewer young people willing to stay dormant... But Mr. Roland, the clothes he wears are the most ordinary street stalls, and there is no decoration on his body. The cars we drive are all made of squeaking buns. This can no longer be described as low-key...

There is simply an aura of poverty all over him!

Where can the friends of such people get money?

After graduation, she successfully applied for a job at Sanye Group, the largest company in the city. She wanted to add another beautiful record to her resume, but she didn't expect that she would be directly transferred to this small factory by the big boss, and the projects she worked on were all kinds of weird. She began to wonder if Mr. Jiade had deceived others, or was deliberately using this factory to cover up some shady business.

For example, the new project proposed by the boss is actually radio communications! Qingqing almost wanted to hold his forehead and sigh. Walkie-talkies cost dozens of dollars each online, and antique-looking transmitters can also be purchased, but he wanted to start from the most basic electronic tube - just like the tractor project, it must be handmade from scratch. , not a single commercially available off-the-shelf part is allowed.

Isn’t this a deliberate waste of money?

"We are recruiting people. We don't need to be very professional. They can be graduates or radio enthusiasts. We can build a board room for them outside the factory as an office, which will save me the trouble of running both ways." Roland described his requirements in detail. , "They will approve any equipment they want, but remember, all parts must be produced here. It doesn't matter if they are rough or crude. In other words, the lower the craftsmanship required, the better. Doomsday wasteland style, understand? My This is all a friend needs."

"This is different from a salary increase...I'm afraid I have to report it to Mr. Guardian first."

"It doesn't matter," Roland said generously, "I think he will agree."

Just then, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

The ringtone turned out to be a call from the Martial Arts Association.

Roland asked Qing Qing to leave before answering the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Roland," a calm and familiar voice came into my ears. It was the call from the association's guarding rock. "I have a new task that I want to entrust to you. I wonder if you are free to come to Greenleaf Sanatorium this afternoon. trip?"

Now that Rock is the biggest supporter of the Graycastle Design Bureau, he certainly has no reason to refuse and agreed immediately.

Since the last time the magical creature from the other side of the erosion was wiped out, the whereabouts of the other fallen demons suddenly became much more secretive. As if they sensed the dangerous aura, they completely withdrew from the city, so that the Taquila witches searched The impact of the attack has dropped significantly compared to before.

But Roland always felt that it would not be that simple.

The goal of the Fallen is to seize the awakened person's natural power and thereby weaken the power of the dream world. Now that Prism City has been attacked, and the martial arts conference has begun, and a large number of martial arts masters have gathered here, they should not give up just yet.

If the association has new information on the fallen demons, it will save him a lot of time.