By the time King left, Spit had already started recruiting workers. The job of recruitment is actually quite simple. The old guy takes a notebook and writes down the names of the applicants on it, and then takes a piece of red clay to give them fingerprints for confirmation, and then takes out 50 yuan in his pocket to give to the applicants. Then the contract is established.
The contract in the wilderness is far less troublesome than the contract for the cooperation of large companies. Even if it is concluded with a name and a fingerprint, this is still a formal practice. It is common for some unscrupulous companies to force people to work directly by force, and not to mention the security deposit, even the wages are very meager. On the contrary, a 50% guarantee, like the boss behind Spit, is enough to dispel the worries of these men in Windmill Town. This is also a signal. Since the other party is willing to do this, they will basically not do anything like silence, otherwise they will just arrest the person and do the work, so why bother. And the owner who can get the money is not afraid that the workers will take the money and run away. As Spit said, even if you hide in hell, you can always be found.
After taking the money, everyone will naturally feel at ease. So some took the money home, and some immediately went to the only bar in the town to spend it. But Spit said that all those who left their names in his notebook will gather at the entrance of the town on time seven days tomorrow morning, bring a change of clothes casually, and it is estimated that they will not be able to return until ten and a half days later. As for other things, you can't ask too much. The men also know that if the owner doesn't want to let them know too much, then the best way is to shut up and work. Take the money and come back when you're done, otherwise you'll ask too many questions, and you might not be able to come back.
Jin knew that he couldn't find out more information, and he wasn't interested in making a few hundred dollars, so he naturally didn't join in the fun. He was just wondering, what did Zero want to find these workers for? He doesn't think that Ling will be short of people, among other things, as far as he knows, Ling's woman is the owner of Black Rose, and it doesn't matter how many people she wants. And he ran all the way to the coastline of the Eastern Continent, looking for local workers, and even contacted wilderness merchants like Spitt as middlemen. There is no shortage of skills and capital. From the looks of it, the things he wants to dig should be around here. And that thing must not be small, otherwise the locals would not be hired, in order not to attract the attention of the Dark Parliament.
This night, Windmill Town was more lively than ever before. Especially in the only bar in the town, the low-quality beer with water was sold like crazy, so at least one-third of the money the men got in the morning flowed into the pocket of the bar owner. Of course, no one cares about this, they just want to have a good time, so no one cares whether the wine is delicious or whether the dancers are hot enough.
Just have fun.
The next morning, before seven o'clock, two big trucks had already parked outside the town. The men bid farewell to their families with big bags and got into the car. The truck started and carried more than a hundred people on the coastline road. None of them brought much, mostly a change of clothes. No tools, because Spit said the boss would supply them, all that was needed was manpower.
Everyone was silent along the way, some were sleeping, and some were looking at the scenery outside. In fact, there is no good scenery, first the monotonous road, and then the car drove into the wilderness. Occasionally, four or five skinny and hungry wolves would pass by, and one or two living corpses could even be seen wandering on the road. The thin wolf would startle the car away, and the living corpse would follow up without knowing what to do, and then became a target for the guards in the car to practice marksmanship.
What followed was a dreary journey. After the men discovered that the wilderness was constantly retreating, they ushered in a virgin forest. It's quite far from the coastline road here, but the car still has no tendency to stop. They kept going deeper and deeper into the forest, and it was already night when they finally stopped. Right in the woods, the Windmill man spent the night in his car. Continued to set off in the early morning of the next day, and did not arrive at the destination until noon.
This is a large lake on the edge of Death Ridge, with blue water. It looks beautiful, but experienced wilderness residents know that it actually has such a beautiful color because it contains a lot of radiation. In this turbulent era, there are often deadly things hidden under the beautiful appearance, and it is common sense for everyone living in the wilderness not to be fooled by the beauty of the appearance.
When getting out of the car, the men all opened their mouths. The trees next to the great lake were almost completely cut down, clearing hundreds of meters of space. Several high-powered water pumps were already working, and the lake water was pumped out continuously with the rumbling sound and poured into the ditches that had already been dug. There were already workers working on the site. It could be seen that Spit and the boss behind him had not only recruited people from Windmill Town, but also from several wilderness towns along the coast.
A man murmured: "Damn, what kind of big project is this? So many people are needed?"
"Shut up, just do a good job." Another bearded man whispered.
At this time, Spit came over, followed by a few guards dressed as soldiers, who were pushing a few hand stacked trucks, all of which were radiation protection suits for field work. Pointing to these things, Spit asked the guards to distribute them to each worker and said: "Put on these things, I know that you guys have more or less mutated tissues, which can play a role in anti-radiation. But believe me, the radiation here is far greater than other places. This goddamn forest is like a monster. If you stay here for a long time, you will not die if you go back. *Don't even think about using it anymore. For yourselves , remember to wear this thing when you are working."
He patted the anti-radiation suit, and said: "These things are one of the benefits that the boss gives you. He doesn't want you to fall ill because of this job, so you who are sensible should do it well. Also, when you go back Give them back and let me know which brat has the guts to hide even a glove, and Spit will show you how bad-tempered he is!"
The little old man looked funny when he said that, but no one could laugh. The soldiers on the side looked at them with stern eyes. The men knew that only those who could be called butchers would have such cold eyes.
Spit called a man who looked like a supervisor and said, "This is Diego. In the next few days, you can do whatever he asks you to do. Then, these boys will be handed over to you."
Patting Diego's arm, Spit left. The supervisor shouted loudly: "You can call me Diego, or you can call me Punch. Why, because if I'm not happy, I can blow your little heads off with one fist. If you don't believe me, just try it. So, you'd better not make me unhappy. Do whatever you want? Don't ask me to work harder, then I will have a good temper, and maybe I can ask the boss for some beer for you to drink when you rest at night. "
"Now tell me, do you want to drink or taste Lao Tzu's fist?"
When Spit walked to a makeshift fallout tent, he heard the men behind him yelling "drinks." The old man shook his head and said, "It's really a group of energetic guys." Then he opened the tent and walked in, where several people were talking. Standing in the middle, the man with black hair and Asian face is the boss behind the project.
Spit only knew that his name was Zero, but he didn't know anything else and didn't want to ask. He still had a few more years to live, but he didn't plan to go to hell so soon. But Spit knew that he was not simple, because several engineers of the Black Rose family had to respect him when they saw him. As for the role of engineer, any city or company in the wilderness can be regarded as the number one person, and they are even rarer than capable people.
Of course, the old man also knew where the Black Rose family came from, and whose site they were working on. Therefore, all activities are based on the premise of concealment. When Spit came in, the engineers seemed to have reported the situation to the young man named Zero. After they backed out, the young man looked at Spit and said, "Would you like some wine?"
A smile appeared on Spit's old wrinkled face: "No, I don't have the habit of drinking during the day."
"It's a good habit." Zero said, "Thank you very much for your help this time, Mr. Spit, otherwise I wouldn't be able to find so many local workers to work for."
"It's nothing, I get a lot of commission from you, so I should do some work." Spit laughed.
"No matter what, just follow what we agreed before. After this job is finished, I will arrange for you and your family to go to Asgard. As for the relevant procedures, Black Rose will arrange for you, so you don't have to Worried."
"Thank you very much, my lord. If there is anything I need, please ask me at any time." Spit said sincerely, and his body trembled slightly because of the excitement in his heart. The reward for being able to go to the legendary city of paradise in Asgard is far more than the commission that Spit received. It doesn't matter to him himself, but he can let his family go to Asgard together, which means that his children don't have to run around in the wilderness like him. It is every father's wish to let their children live better.
So when he left the camp, Spit was still a little excited. It is much more reasonable to get the promise from the adult inside than the wilderness*man of Black Rose at that time. Spit felt as excited as if he was twenty years younger, and life seemed to have never been so beautiful.
In the tent, Zero was watching with a tablet brain. After arranging some things in Asgard, the spaceship inquired about Beyonce and came up with a plan. According to the plan, the Wilderness*men of Zero and Black Rose approached Spit, and the wilderness merchant recruited workers in villages near the coastline. The equipment needed to salvage the spaceship was secretly transported to the location of the spaceship through many times and different routes. In order to ensure that there is no need to buy a large amount of necessary equipment locally and attract the attention of the council, of course, in order to prevent the salvage process from attracting the attention of the council, necessary measures are indispensable.
One of these is related to Spit, and Black Rose is not just looking for a wilderness merchant. The reason why Spit was approached was because the old man had applied for the right of residence in Asgard through the Black Rose, but was sent back because he failed to meet the standards. This time, the Black Rose family paid him a lot by handling the whole set of related procedures, which was enough to win his loyalty. And the second point, which is also the most important point, is that the old man Spit holds the information of several companies that are officially registered in the Dark Council. In case people from the parliament came to him, Spit could use the company's business as an excuse to hide the truth if there was no need to use force.
In fact, the most difficult part of this work is not the salvage process, but the subsequent transportation link. Black Rose's engineers have prepared the spacecraft's towing parts and necessary vehicles, and it is not difficult to pull the spacecraft back to Asgard. The difficulty is that they can use various means to hide when they come. But if you want to go back, something the size of an old-fashioned small passenger plane cannot be hidden even if you want to.
Therefore, when you leave, it will attract the attention of the council, which is a 100% thing. The key point is that whether the parliament will directly send high-level ability users to intervene, or just send regular troops to deal with it, depends on the time when the parliament gets the news and the amount of information. After all, it is now the period of preparations for war, and if it is not necessary, the council will not send out high-level officials casually.
But the necessary defensive measures still need to be taken, so this time Zero brought out all the powerful masters around him, and asked himself that as long as the Scarlet Knights of the Council didn't come out in full force, he would still be able to deal with it.
On the brain screen is the current situation report of the spacecraft. After the inspection of instruments and personnel entering the water, the situation of the spacecraft is not very optimistic. First of all, the fuselage at the rear of the ship was severely damaged, and the damage area was initially estimated to be about ten square meters. The lake water has been flooded, but it seems that the emergency system has been activated in the machine body, closing part of the space, so the spaceship has not yet fully entered the water, thus keeping it suspended in the water. But because there are a lot of mutated aquatic plants in the lake that entangle the spaceship, it cannot emerge from the water by itself. In addition to this damage, the wing-like parts of the spaceship were also damaged in many places. As for the other damages of different sizes, the report did not detail them one by one.
For more, the spaceship has to be salvaged and transported back to Asgard for further evaluation. Now the plan given by the engineer is to drain the water first. Naturally, it is impossible to drain the big lake, but at least it must be drained until the aquatic plants in the lake are exposed. The next step is to work in the lake, and the aquatic plants have to be cleaned up. This link is the most time-consuming and labor-intensive. It is initially estimated that it will take at least several days to clean up the aquatic plants that are entangled with the spacecraft. Finally, it is fixed on the spacecraft with a tractor, so that it can be fished out of the lake. After that, as long as the accumulated water in the hull is drained, the traction parts can be installed and pulled back to Asgard.
After turning off his brain, Zero walked out of the tent. On the edge of the big lake, workers are unloading the machinery from trucks for assembly. One of the cranes has been assembled, and the thick mechanical arm is pointing directly at the big lake. It will be lifted only after the water is pumped and the aquatic plants are cleared. Operation. Despite the busy scene at the scene, Ling felt that he was too leisurely. Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing, thinking that he had grown from a low-level mercenary in the wilderness to now owning his own city-state and power, but he was not used to such a comfortable life.
The days are spent in the panic of idleness and the busyness of workers.
By the next day, the water level of the Great Lake had dropped to a level where it could be operated. Standing by the lake, you can already see the outline of the spaceship entangled by water plants and vines, and many workers are amazed by this. Before they came, they didn't know that what they were going to salvage was a spaceship, and now they were surprised to see it. In particular, the shape of these six-* boats is peculiar, obviously not a product of this era, and it is only natural to be surprised. But after a few supervisors gave an order, they began to get busy, and it was not easy to clean up these aquatic plants. Especially working in water is more laborious, and it must be handled carefully so as not to damage the spacecraft, so the workers flew into the water in several batches in turn.
Three days later, the aquatic plants were almost cleaned up. Only those wrapped around the hull and the wings on the sides remained, but these tasks took more time, and the progress was so slowed down. Two days later, the cleaning work was coming to an end. When Ling was watching the workers at work by the lake, Feng received a report from the communicator: "Boss, we have guests."
"Parliament?" Zero asked.
"Well, but only one SUV, like Border Patrol or something."
"Apart from you, who else is there now?"
"Want to kill them? I don't think it's necessary. Mr. Spit has already dealt with it."
"Speed? Is there a guard around him?"
"Yeliu and Haiwei are flustered with idle time, and they happen to be following the old man, and I'm watching, so don't worry."
Zero nodded and said: "Then leave it to you to deal with. It is best not to resort to violence. If you use force, remember to deal with it cleanly. Call Brown over. If you need to use force, he knows how to deal with the aftermath."
"Listen to you!"
After finishing the call, Feng called Brown again. He was at the edge of the forest, sitting casually in the canopy of a large tree. Picking up the binoculars, an off-road vehicle will arrive at the roadblock set up by Spit on the side of the road in about ten minutes from the coastline road. There was also a "Kellington Manufacturing Company" sign on the barricade, which was the real thing. As long as you use your brain to connect to the parliament's network, you can find out the company's * information under their name.
At this time, a classic car drove out of the forest, it was Spit's old Ford. Several soldiers standing guard beside the roadblock saluted the old man who drove down. These soldiers were the guards of the Callington Company and all had electronic ID cards. Even if it is checked, there will be no problem at all. In order to do all this well, Black Rose even bought the entire Kailington company, which can be described as a well-planned plan. Of course, it is naturally impossible to take over peacefully, and it is necessary to use some force. I am not afraid of being exposed afterwards, anyway, the salvage plan is only a matter of ten days.
It is guaranteed that the truth will not be revealed within ten days, Black Rose still has this strength.
Through the binoculars, the parliamentary patrol car finally arrived. Four or five soldiers jumped out of it, all of them were big men, and they looked quite intimidating. There was a smile on Spit's old face, and he walked forward with his hands behind his back.