Running a company requires regulations, let alone an abnormal organization where risks are high?
If the Illuminati were to imdiately act like buddies and promise wealth, it would truly resemble a pyramid sche.
One might end up being sold and still help count the money.
The stricter the hierarchy and clear the rewards and punishnts, the more it indicates that this organization is serious about business and has long-term plans.
This sense of "formality" is exactly what these wandering and rootless drifters lack.
After the Professor finished discussing the regulations, the atmosphere beca slightly solemn.
Looking at the awe and obedience on their faces, Fang Cheng softly cleared his throat, indicating the somber talk was enough.
Lin Chuqiao noticed and clapped her hands appropriately, her crisp sound imdiately breaking the gloomy air in the room.
"Alright, just keep the Professor’s words in mind."
"Actually, these rules apply not only to you but to all of us, including the Chairman. As long as we all have the sa goal, we will be like family, sharing the sa pot."
Lin Chuqiao’s bright smile returned as she walked over to Jiang Yun, treating her like an old friend, she naturally patted her on the shoulder:
"Although the Illuminati doesn’t have many mbers now, as long as we work together, we can’t say where we’ll end up in the future, but we’ll surely have a place in the underground world of this East Capital."
As she spoke, she extended her right hand gracefully, her eyes filled with laughter:
"et formally, my na is Lin Chuqiao. In private, you can directly call Chu Qiao."
Looking at the fair and slender hand extended towards her and the sincere gaze, Jiang Yun montarily felt at a loss.
She subconsciously rubbed her sweaty palm hard on her clothes before cautiously extending her hand:
"Chu...Miss Chuqiao, hello."
Although Jiang Yun was told she could call her by na, she didn’t dare to show disrespect.
The word "Miss" was spoken with extra reverence, and her eyes were full of surprise and delight.
Lin Chuqiao didn’t correct her address imdiately, instead, she slightly tightened her grip, holding Jiang Yun’s hand.
The cold and sharp barrier between them began lting away as they exchanged smiles and glances.
"Since we’ve joined, let’s skip the formalities."
As everyone’s emotions cald down, Fang Cheng spoke in a low voice, continuing:
"Indeed, the Illuminati is short on personnel, but I am more concerned with the value each person can bring."
"Whether in frontline combat or logistics support, I need to place you where your skills and talents shine best."
As he spoke, his gaze swept over the three:
"Who wants to introduce themselves first?"
"I... I’ll start."
Xu Kuan hesitated for a mont before standing up first.
With the previous candid discussions, he was not as nervous anymore, and his spine straightened slightly.
"Chairman, I haven’t studied much and don’t understand complex chanical principles."
Xu Kuan swallowed hard, raising his calloused hands:
"But sohow, whenever I touch a machine, a perspective chart almost automatically unfolds in my mind."
"No matter how complex the structure, I can understand how the gears sh and the circuits run just by a glance and a touch."
"Back ho, I worked at a CNC machine tool factory, and whatever process the master taught once, I could fully grasp it."
When he ntioned his expertise, the fear in Xu Kuan’s eyes vanished, replaced by a rare spark, and his words flowed more smoothly.
"Later, to escape trouble I ca to East Capital, found a dodgy shop modifying underground race cars to make a living."
"Looking at those modified Formula Ones, I can tell at a glance whether the cylinder pressure is enough or if the suspension is off by a few milliters. Give the tools, and I can tweak that heap of scrap until it purrs."
His eyes lit up as he looked at Fang Cheng, his hands subconsciously mimicking the motion of turning screws, itching to act:
"If you don’t believe , bring any broken engine or equipnt, I can fix it on the spot, maybe even improve it."
Fang Cheng watched his eager deanor but did not imdiately ask him to showcase his skills.
Instead, he turned to the Professor beside him and asked:
"The van we drove here is still downstairs, right?"
The Professor, understanding, adjusted his glasses and replied:
"Yes. The vehicle’s power system is severely aging, and the suspension is as soft as cotton, it certainly needs major modifications."
"Not just enhancing speed, we also need to install bulletproof steel plates and hidden weapon slots to adapt to future organizational activities."
"Alright, in a few days, let Xu Kuan practice on that van."
Fang Cheng turned back to Xu Kuan, who was full of anticipation, and said:
"Since you have these skills, you’ll be in charge of vehicle modifications and weapon maintenance in the organization."
"Brother Cheng, there’s another task that needs Xu Kuan’s help too."
Lin Chuqiao suddenly interjected, taking out a folded blueprint from her bag:
"Just right, our two bases are undergoing renovations."
"I’ve sketched out so concepts for defense chanisms and traps, but they’re too theoretical; we need soone knowledgeable to draw up construction plans and implent these designs."
She then looked expectantly at Xu Kuan:
"How about it? It’s a big project, think you can handle it?"
"No problem, leave it to !"
Upon hearing that there were real gadgets to ss with, and blueprints to view, Xu Kuan’s excitent turned his face red, enthusiastically thumping his chest:
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