Chapter 3004

Mr. Z has a very respectable "official identity", a corporate manager, a proper middle class, living in the middle level of the official shelter.

People who live in the middle level and can maintain it either had a lot of money before, enough to support them.

Or they have a new source of income that can meet their consumption capacity.

But most people living in the middle level are both.

For big capitalists, the middle level is an advanced toolbox with a large number of cheap and easy-to-use tools, so they are unlikely to promote some people who know nothing from the lower level to become the upper and middle level of the company.

Everyone tells people that labor is the most glorious, but the ones who can really profit from the operation of a company are never real manual laborers.

But those managers.

Managers are not born, they also need to grow and experience, which is one of the reasons why the middle class is easier to find jobs in society.

As long as their resume is not too bad, and they lower their career selection standards a little, it is not difficult to find a suitable job.

It not only has a decent job, but also has some status among monsters.

After all, this is a capitalist society, and money is the supreme power in this society. Even monsters must abide by this rule.

It used its job and status, as well as the wealth in its hands, to quickly recruit a group of subordinates.

Now it has greater ambitions and is no longer satisfied with what it has now. It wants to be the king of this world!

The birth of a new dynasty is destined to use blood and death as a ladder for promotion, or to play the closing song of exit.

Although monsters are powerful, they are still not a match for humans when facing cutting-edge technological weapons.

It needs more companions, more support for its kind and humans, so that it can have the opportunity and trump card to challenge the existing order.

The most urgent task is to need more of the same kind.

As for why he named himself "Mr. Z" instead of anything else, it is because this is the last letter, corresponding to the traitor Mr. A who surrendered to humans.

It is not just the end of letters, but also the end of this society, the terminator of this world!

After the two fellows from the lowest free zone left, Mr. Z said to his people standing by the door, "We can't just rely on them. We need to find a way to go to the lower level and see if there are any suitable candidates."

"We need to build our own laboratory as soon as possible!"

Mr. Z has a lot of experience in capital operation and higher-level social experience. He knows very well that small fights can't change any situation. He even knows that the existence of the free zone is just a trick of the upper will, not a compromise at all!

It's like in a company, there will always be some "blind" places, and some "blind" people or things.

If the spring is compressed too tight, there will always be a day when it breaks, not to mention the more complex intelligent creatures.

If you drive a dog into an alley, if it is an alley with an exit, the dog will keep running and trying to escape from here.

But if it is an alley without an exit, the dog will consider a final counterattack.

Give some people a final, controllable retreat, and they won't go to extremes.

After all, there are still choices, right?

He has always looked down on those of his kind who hang out in the free zone. They live in the sewers of this society all day long. Even if they are growing stronger, they are at most the strongest rats in the sewers.

Rats are just rats after all, and they can never become lions. What it wants to do is the king of lions, the lion king!

There are too few of his kind now, so he can only cooperate with those who have no ambitions. If he has a choice, he will definitely not cooperate with these arrogant and stupid people.

They really should evolve their brains when they evolve, not just their muscles.

When he went to work in the afternoon, Mr. Z no longer felt as oppressive as he did at noon. His face was full of the federal elite smile that was unique to the federal elite group, the kind of smile that could show eight white teeth.

White teeth and a standard smile mean that he has a personal dentist and has received elite education, which is completely different from the lower-class people who can't wait to shake and bump fists when they see people.

The workplace he entered was also full of similar people, everyone dressed well and talked humorously.

This is a pharmaceutical company, and only pharmaceutical companies still have a lot of business in such a bad time.

As long as there is market demand for their drugs, they will never go bankrupt.

The small pills produced by chemical production methods have low costs, but high prices. The high profits maintain the operation of the entire company and their income.

"I have a new idea." In the president's office, Mr. Z took a document and handed it to the president opposite.

The president opened the document and read it carefully for almost twenty minutes. After reading it, he did not put it down immediately, but thought about it seriously for a while, "It's an interesting idea!"

"It seems that you have done a lot of homework, and in fact it is true. God particles are the key to human evolution, which is correct."

"But the problem now is that no laboratory has been able to clearly find the key to this evolution, and we also lack enough samples."

The president shook his head, "Although your plan is highly feasible, it lacks the most important part, the monster sample."

"You may not know that no valuable fragments can be extracted from the scene processed by the Evolver Corps and the Recycling Corps. They will take everything away and clean it up."

"Even if you lick the ground they just cleaned, there will be no problem."

"So...", the president curled his lips and put the document back on the table, "...I can't convince the board to do research on the air, or you can think of other ways. I know you want to go further."

In the plan, Mr. Z mentioned studying monster samples to promote the role of Gaode particles in the process of biological evolution. To put it bluntly, it is to create a "catalyst" to catalyze the reaction of biological evolution.

Let humans or other creatures complete the entire evolution process in a shorter time.

The president saw the value of this project at a glance. If they can really develop a drug that allows humans to evolve faster, then they will become the second largest capital group after Global Link.

But the biggest problem now is that they can't find any samples to support their various research.

They also applied for some materials from the Global Communication Group, but the other party said that these materials were all high-risk and were not included in the exchange list, so they could not provide them with some.

And it is said that the senior management of Global Communication has expressed the above ideas in semi-public occasions. Whoever studies these things randomly is the enemy of the group company.

Although everyone has some complaints, they can only complain.

After all, they don’t even have hot weapons, and they can’t do anything privately like before.

Mr. Z did not show a disappointed expression, but whispered, "What if I can provide some samples?"

The president’s thinking seemed to have stagnated, his pupils shrank sharply after a few seconds, and his soul seemed to return to his body at this time.

"You mean, you have genetic samples of the evolver?"

Mr. Z nodded, "You know I know a lot of people, some..."

The president interrupted him directly, "I don’t care how many people you know, who you know, I only care whether you can really get the genetic samples of the evolver?"

People who work in medicine will definitely know a lot of people, but these are not important, what is important is the sample!

Although Mr. Z was somewhat dissatisfied with being interrupted, he nodded again and said, "I can promise."

The president quickly calmed down from the short excitement. He opened the cigarette box and threw a cigarette to Mr. Z, "What do you want?"

Mr. Z unpacked it, lit it, and took a deep breath.

He loved this thing. From the perspective of an evolutionist, humans are really a magical species. They have created many things to please themselves, and tobacco is one of them.

"I need to join the research. You can't hide the results of the research from me."

The president was silent for a long time, "I can't answer you immediately. This requires a meeting of the board of directors to discuss, but I believe you will know the results soon, and there is a high probability that you will get what you want."

The board of directors will not refuse, because they can't resist the temptation here.

The president immediately convened an emergency board meeting. Thanks to Lynch and his Global Communication, online meetings can now be held so easily.

The screens on the screen wall showed some people in the office, at home, or even outside.

They felt a little puzzled about the sudden convening of the board of directors. The larger the company, the less likely it is to have such an unexpected situation.

Because even if some accidents happen, they will become no accident in the perfect handling process.

"There is an employee..., some of you may know him, he gave me a plan, talked about the research of high-quality particles and evolutionary genes, and thought we could find some key information from them, and then synthesize them artificially."

"His request is to let him join the research team, and not to hide the research progress and results from him."

After listening carefully to the president's speech, a director couldn't help but say, "We considered this plan a few months ago, but the samples have not been applied for."

"What is his relationship with Global Communication? Can he help us apply for samples?"

The president shook his head, "No, he has nothing to do with Global Communication."

The director asked back, "Then why are you wasting all this time?"

The president smiled, "But he can get us samples..."