Gao Neng looked at Gao Xiaong.
’A wild idea suddenly popped into his head. If Gao Xiaong was really a being from the magnetic pile civilization, would killing and stewing her in a soup give him a chance to gain an infinite resurrection skill?’
’Maybe braising her would be good too?’
’Braised cat at...’
’The more I think about it, the better it sounds.’
"What are you looking at?" Seeing the look in Gao Neng’s eyes, Gao Xiaong felt a strange sense of unease and almost instinctively waved her paws.
"I don’t have class today. I’m going to the studio to make so things. Want to co along?" After a mont’s thought, Gao Neng decided to temporarily suppress the idea.
After all, there was no precedent for this kind of thing.
’Who knew if eating Gao Xiaong would actually trigger infinite resurrection or just make him drop dead from poisoning.’
"Make things? Let’s go!" Gao Xiaong’s eyes lit up.
Gao Neng said no more. He scooped Gao Xiaong up, placed her on his shoulder, and walked out the door.
He didn’t go get Fang Tangtang, because the creation of the internal armor was his own little secret. As for Gao Xiaong, it didn’t matter. She was a secret herself anyway.
He left the campus.
He called a car, heading for the address Guan San had given him.
About fifteen minutes later, he arrived at the foot of a twenty-story skyscraper.
Unlike the Celestial King Group’s manufacturing plant, this place was in the comrcial heart of the Eastern Capital. It was bustling with all sorts of pedestrians.
’The feel of a big city.’
Gao Neng found it a little novel but didn’t linger for long.
His studio was on the eighteenth floor. The entire floor was his. There was no need to look for a door; you could see it as soon as you stepped out of the elevator. The interior was already furnished.
However, to his surprise, the studio door was open. And, at the reception desk, sat a familiar person.
"President Gao, you’re here." The beautiful woman stood up.
"Hua Quanquan? What are you doing here?" Gao Neng was genuinely surprised. ’Isn’t she in charge of the Celestial King Group’s archives?’
"I was demoted, so this is the only place I could co," Hua Quanquan said with a smile. Then, her gaze fell on Gao Xiaong. "Wow, what an adorable cat!"
"Demoted?" Gao Neng was a bit dumbfounded.
"Yes, because there was a problem with the archive managent..." Hua Quanquan nodded.
As Hua Quanquan explained, Gao Neng got a rough idea of the situation. Hua Quanquan had indeed been demoted by the Celestial King Group, the reason being a lapse in archive managent.
And this so-called lapse...
...was, of course, the incident where Gao Neng obtained the manufacturing manual for the No. 4 Electromagnetic Cannon.
Because of this incident, Hua Quanquan was demoted at the Celestial King Group. Then, also because of this incident, she was "promoted" to be the receptionist and secretary for Gao Neng’s studio.
Gao Neng wasn’t an idiot. ’What a bullshit demotion!’
’Fang Yuan and Guan San obviously did this on purpose.’
However, he quickly understood Fang Yuan’s intentions.
Hua Quanquan handled archive managent at the Celestial King Group, which ant she was one of the people most knowledgeable about which manufacturing manuals the company possessed.
Moreover, Hua Quanquan had made this point very clear herself.
In the future, if Gao Neng’s studio needed any manufacturing manuals, she could contact the Celestial King Group directly on his behalf. This was to be considered technical support from the company.
To put it bluntly...
...the Celestial King Group had sent him a living "catalog of manufacturing manuals."
After so thought, Gao Neng decided to keep this "catalog." After all, what he lacked most right now were all sorts of manufacturing manuals.
With the support of Hua Quanquan and the Celestial King Group, his future manufacturing enterprise could really flourish.
"Alright, since you’re here, you can stay. By the way, what was your salary at the Celestial King Group?"
"My salary isn’t high, only fifty thousand Alliance Coins a month."
"..." Gao Neng was speechless.
’This catalog...’
’...is a bit expensive!’
He didn’t say anything more. Although it was indeed quite expensive, Gao Neng figured that he was now a multi-millionaire, more or less. Sotis, you just had to spend the money that needed to be spent.
At the very least, the coffee Hua Quanquan made was pretty good.
Next, under Hua Quanquan’s guidance, Gao Neng toured his studio. It had a client reception room, a conference room, administrative offices, and so on.
In addition to all that, there was also a massive workshop.
Eighty percent of the entire floor’s area was dedicated to the workshop. It was filled with all sorts of equipnt and tools, and there was even a performance testing laboratory.
It was completely decked out.
After listening to Hua Quanquan’s introduction, Gao Neng learned that his studio had originally been a showroom set up by the Celestial King Group.
Then, they had added so equipnt and converted it into a studio.
"President Gao, would you like sothing to drink?"
"Do you have any juice?"
"We do. Would orange juice be alright? It’s quite hot today, so orange juice would be very refreshing. Plus, I’ve also made so small snacks that would go perfectly with it." Hua Quanquan was clearly talented at hospitality. Instead of rattling off a bunch of options, she directly offered a suitable recomndation.
"Orange juice it is, then. And I’ll have a double portion of the snacks." Gao Neng nodded. ’This fifty-thousand Alliance Coin salary is starting to feel worth it.’
"Of course. President Gao, you can take a look around the workshop first. If you need anything, I will contact procurent," Hua Quanquan said before leaving imdiately.
Gao Neng entered the workshop.
He took a look around. There was no surveillance equipnt installed inside. Furthermore, the windows were covered with thick curtains, clearly a asure to prevent technology leaks.
Just as he was looking, Hua Quanquan walked in carrying a glass of orange juice and two servings of snacks.
Gao Neng took a bite. The taste was amazing.
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