334. My father was here.
Purum is a half-mad immortal in gear.
However, that doesn’t mean he didn’t know how society worked.
When you’re engrossed in your research, you might think it’s okay if a bunch of grenades explode right next to you, but now your research has been put on hold.
Kang Purum’s head turned from the study towards the general public.
“Are you asking for an absurd amount of money?”
Gear Development Team.
Kang Purum named his team like this.
The female vice president, who was the team’s supporter and handled external affairs on his behalf, nodded.
“Yes, they say there’s no agreement. Ha, really, let’s just do something about it.”
“Isn’t there any other route besides the association?”
“You know, Arthur Side materials are basically given exclusive rights, you Association bastards.”
The deputy director’s mouth is getting more and more foul-mouthed, but Purum doesn’t care.
Because he is a person who is good at what he does.
“Do you really need it?”
The deputy director, half-swearing and half-lamenting, asked.
“yes.”
From adamantium to parasite and sap.
The metal that Gwangik had recently provided became the fuel that would spur research.
And for this type of research, a lot of other materials were also needed.
For example, flowers from another world called ‘Spring Garden’.
The Spring Flower Garden was a different world managed by the Association.
And the association hated NS terribly. It’s understandable, since they lost the entire reader business.
Kang Purum understood.
That doesn’t mean I can understand this amount.
Aren’t they charging at least ten times more than what they sell to other groups?
If you ask me if there is another card to pull out from this side, I have nothing to say.
There is a lack of material for one-on-one transactions.
Purum knows the structure that NS is currently running on.
Superpower trade, readers, black market.
Ownership of other items developed by you.
From the research team’s perspective, it wasn’t a very good structure.
Because there is no route to obtain raw materials.
Although some of the materials from the Superpower Trade are being used in return, it is difficult to put the brakes on that trade business.
Because the profits from that place are a great help in running the company.
‘Unlimited welfare and research facilities.’
Purum looked around my research facility.
Particle accelerators visible to the naked eye today, as well as molecular readers, rapid prototyping machines, holographic printers, and laser scanners.
They are all the latest models.
Among them, there were several items that were acquired through investment.
If you’re going to spend money like this, you need to earn that much money.
‘We can’t afford to take any more raw materials out of trade.’
There is a limit to what you can get from the black market.
Kim Joong-go used to call the Bluehole research team a money-eating baby elephant.
This shows that the resources consumed here are not insignificant.
There is a way to reduce this.
‘I wonder if the government will spare us one?’
All you have to do is secure the White Hall, a passage that goes beyond Arthur Side.
If a route is created to secure raw materials, trade with other places will also proceed smoothly.
If we could obtain the materials necessary for research, we would not have to ask the government, Dangun, or the association for materials like we do now.
After finishing his thoughts in social mode, Purum folded.
Because I thought it was a problem that I couldn’t do anything about.
I just left a message for Gwangik.
Since we are short on materials, it would be good to secure a white hole.
Next is researcher Kang Purum.
“I don’t know. Please save me.”
“yes?”
“Please save me no matter what.”
Kang Purum, a working adult, is worried about the company and the vice president’s overwork, but Kang Purum, a researcher, is unaware of such things.
“Required.”
As we walked inside without saying a word, the deputy director who had been watching us muttered.
“At least your face is ugly.”
The deputy director couldn’t bring himself to spit or curse at that face.
* * *
I thought as I read the message from Purum.
How did this kid know?
I just found a white hole.
It’s been four days since I returned from beating the butt of a terrorist group.
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I got a good rest. I ate well and had fun.
I spent some time occasionally listening to what my two private tutors had learned during their travels.
I was trying to ask my father about my grandfather’s identity, but he happened to be on a business trip.
I devoted myself to my company work.
“Should I hire more people?”
This is a used car that becomes half-dead as the company’s work gets heavier.
I lost 8kg.
“It’s an automatic diet. You’ve already gained some weight. You look better now.”
It’s the fat that comes from eating only what you need and working too much.
In the meantime, because I was a member of NS, I also had to endure training periods.
He is now a middle-aged man with a muscular body.
“… … My wife likes it.”
My sister-in-law, who recently returned to Korea, said she strokes his muscular abs every night.
Young, very young, our middle-aged brother.
“It’s the same for the government and Dangun. They beat up the material costs.”
Among the reports I received from my older brother, there were also some about the current situation.
It’s very similar to the content of the Blue Contact. It’s about trying to steal money from NS using materials from another world.
“What about the association?”
“What the heck, they’re just f*cking assholes.”
He is a second-hand manager who manages company sales.
The amount the association is offering him is like, ‘This kid wants to give it a try?’
But it must be frustrating to have to give in to that demand when even grabbing each other by the hair and fighting isn’t enough.
Even if you try to suppress it with the government and Dangun group’s connections, it doesn’t work.
Even the government and Dangun are not very active on the Whitehall issue.
I understood the current situation. I understood it completely, with all my heart and mind.
There are things that NS cannot have no matter how much it flies and crawls.
Arthurside Pass, Whitehall.
Neither the government nor Dangun will ever give it up.
Not to mention the association.
I understand. Even now, sales are breaking through Korea and the world.
Put a white hole on here?
It’s like a running horse growing wings.
I think we should name the branch Pegasus.
Anyway, it is only natural that they would do that in a different position of privilege.
“The current number of personnel is not enough to ensure safety to the extent that even the general public can enter.”
A call from Purum, a conversation with my older brother, a single word that sent a fleeting thought through my mind pierced my ears.
It was a panda type.
My brother, sitting on one side of the conference room, spoke calmly.
“Even if the safety infrastructure is built, most people will need to use dedicated bus routes or trams to move around, and as you know, the government has to do this.”
Miho, sitting on the other side, checked the places where routes would be good on the holographic map and said.
“We need to do a clearing operation before securing the infrastructure, but you know why the Lost North was abandoned, right? We can’t close the blink hole phenomenon.”
Miho continued, drawing and erasing a few lines over the hologram.
We were in a meeting to secure the White Hole discovered in Lost North.
A total of five people attended.
Hyung Jungbong, Hyung Panda, Gumiho, Talkative Yohan and me.
And I stood in the middle of the meeting and led the way, amidst their earnest conversation.
“What month is it now?”
“It’s June.”
Next to me, Yohan answered quietly.
Panda and Miho are still having a heated discussion.
Hyung Jungbong just listens.
I dropped a word into their conversation.
“It’s the season.”
The two of them looked at me as I spoke. I continued.
“It’s regular hiring season.”
“… … You didn’t hear the meeting, did you?”
Panda Brother asks.
Actually, I didn’t listen properly, but saying I didn’t hear it here is third-rate.
Pretending to hear is second-rate.
A first-class person does neither and says what he wants to say.
“Let’s choose about three hundred people.”
Hyung Jungbong stared at me intently. He had a thoughtful expression on his face.
As if he had gathered his thoughts, Jungbong Hyung spoke with his eyes sparkling.
“Focusing on special species?”
For a brief moment, the thought occurred to me.
That one word gave the same inspiration to the three smart people.
“Because Blink Hole can’t be solved.”
Panda brother said.
“Leave the hole alone. Instead, we can just take what we want.”
John received it.
“Ignore the closing, just follow the route. It’s going to be a rough road.”
Miho finished it.
It’s a simple story.
Blink holes are an anomaly.
If that terrible phenomenon had occurred in Seoul or another city, it would have been nothing short of a catastrophe.
Black holes that don’t close are opening up here and there.
What could be more terrible than that?
Some scholars call blink holes the third catastrophe for humanity.
The first was the Terrible Ears, the second was Hughesgate.
So, let’s leave this third disaster alone and go our way.
Only groups that are immune to the average invader move. This is the conclusion the three in front of me reached.
I went a little further.
“You don’t necessarily have to pick only special species.”
A look of confusion appeared in my eyes as if I was saying something crazy.
I shrugged and explained.
That’s why I said it doesn’t necessarily have to be a special type.
“The risk is too much… … .”
Brother John’s speech was ambiguous.
“If it doesn’t work out after you try it, then don’t do it. Whatever.”
I finished the meeting.
* * *
A Republic of Korea without terrorism!
The president came out and shouted from the podium.
Camera flashes went off here and there.
“The Republic of Korea will take the lead in rejecting terrorist groups. We will no longer tolerate those who hide in the dark!”
Thanks to this, the president’s approval rating jumped.
Of course, it wasn’t just one speech.
The government received it with good timing.
I broke the terrorist group’s trap head on.
Prometheus, Immortals, Isis, Sweeper.
According to Rose, all four groups were hit hard by this incident.
It was natural.
How many bases have given up on digging just one trap?
How many baits were spread to deceive the eyes of the government and the Dangun group?
In the end, I activated the trap card, but I tore the card apart with force, so the damage was severe.
The size of terrorist groups has decreased and their areas of activity have been narrowed.
The government knew that and slammed the speech.
Especially where I am, no one, including Prometheus, can even see his nose.
The speech seemed as if the government had put an end to terrorism.
but.
“NS gets all the credit for this.”
The credit just goes to me because the president said that.
There isn’t a single anti, in fact even if there were, I wouldn’t look at them.
I’m so busy listening to people say they like me.
Anyway, everyone was busy praising me.
Thanks to that, it was easy to set up a broadcast schedule.
Since I was already getting a ton of love calls, I just had to pick one.
But I don’t know why they ask for a special appearance on a cooking show.
I can understand why they are telling us to sing with our faces covered.
Anyway, it was a cable broadcast special.
It’s got a somewhat messy title,
The broadcast began with a question from a female host who was clearly a mixed-race immortal with large breasts and sharp eyes.
Most of the questions were useless.
Because they used to ask me about my height, weight, hobbies, etc.
“It’s training.”
“Is training your hobby?”
The female announcer made a weary expression.
“Oh, I read web novels too. Oh, I’m a fan of From a Private to a King. The webtoon was well-chosen. I love the author.”
It was just one emotionless word, but the reaction was good.
“You’re so human. I can’t imagine the Blue Knight Slayer reading a web novel on a hologram phone in his room. Can I ask about your ideal type?”
As she asks, the female announcer’s pupils dilate slightly.
The pores open and the breathing becomes deeper. Even if it is just a little, you are excited.
It’s been a long time since I talked about my ideal type.
“A woman who is s*xy, innocent, orphan, cute, intelligent, considerate, playful, pretty, with a good body, and half-and-half Aou-dong and half-Shin Saimdang.”
“… … You are very clear.”
“Yes. I am firm about this kind of thing.”
“Is there such a person?”
“Yes, it will be somewhere.”
The announcer let out a hollow laugh as he showed the eyes of a scholar dreaming of utopia.
“Okay. That’s all for today.”
Even though it’s called a special feature, it’s only one hour long.
It wasn’t until I was the last one that I brought up the purpose of coming here.
“Can I say one last thing?”
“yes yes.”
Several cameras turned towards me. Looking at the red lights, I opened my mouth.
“NS will be hiring regular employees. Please check the website for salary and conditions.”
One short but bold word.
“They say there is no tomorrow for those who don’t grow. There is no such thing as lower salary than before or compromising welfare.”
State your ambitions.
“Come and risk your life. Welcome to the non-standard company.”
It ended neatly.
The broadcast was a huge hit.
It was a live broadcast, but the server of the site set up separately for NS job applications crashed.
Although it was not intentional, the author’s name rose to the real-time search rankings from a lowly soldier to a monarch.
It kills my influence once.
So I finished the broadcast and returned home.
“Are you here?”
My father was here.
