Chapter 158: Surprise Inspection?
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Having been able to establish 'Black Tiger Small Arms Production & Research Facility' was one of Mr. Black's proudest accomplishments in this life.
In their country, the production of weapons was a heavily regulated industry that was mostly occupied by state-owned enterprises, and only a select few private companies were able to venture into it.
White Deer also had something similar, as they were involved in manufacturing fighter jets, but when taking into account the scale at which his small arms factories were sanctioned, it was more or less the same, if only slightly inferior in terms of the prestige it brought them.
Of course, the two couldn't be compared at all, and what he had done was far superior to the White Deer's, in his opinion.
The way the country had them manufacture the various parts didn't allow them even a single inch of opportunity to take anything for themselves. The network activity was also heavily isolated and monitored.
In contrast, Mr. Black had almost full control over his own arms factory, with only a few contractual obligations to fulfill. Technically, he also wasn't allowed to sell or keep the weapons for himself, but unlike the White Deer's jet production units, there were very few audits from the government when it came to him.
This was in no small part thanks to his powerful political connections, who also served to benefit greatly from having an unregulated supply of firearms at their disposal whenever needed.
Even if the regulations and restrictions in this place were incredibly strict for others, that wasn't so for Mr. Black himself. And with Amos's impeccable appearance and identity, the employees didn't stop him either.
"Ah, if it isn't master Amos! How may we be of service?"
The ash skinned bodyguard kept frowning as he watched Amos talk and laugh with the supervisor.
Aside from protecting the boy, he was also responsible for reporting anything strange to his boss. However, when he had mentioned the boy's strangeness recently, his boss had just told him to let it be.
Given the boy's earlier actions, the bodyguard couldn't help but have a bad feeling. 'As soon as my contract is over next year, I'm moving the fuck out of this country, and never coming back.'
The silver haired boy gave the flattering supervisor a dashing smile. "Actually, I've been quite interested in knowing how these things work from the inside, and how they are made, and I thought… instead of relying on some videos, a practical lesson would be the best!"
The supervisor wholeheartedly agreed, and explained every step of the process briefly as he personally led Amos on a tour.
Of course, this was all completely pointless for the hero, who wasn't even paying any attention to the supervisor's words. 'Fuck! This bastard thinks he can explain all this shit to me? Moron! Just go do your job already!'
After a while, he couldn't help but get impatient. "Is there no research and development division here, or something similar?"
The supervisor paused, giving the boy a confused look. "T-There is, but…"
"But what? I want to see it, take me there."
The supervisor hesitated for a while before gritting his teeth. "Well, master Amos, that area is restricted to people who work there, and there are strict protocols—"
The hero's eyes turned dark, he even wanted to shout 'Did you forget who I am?!', but when he thought about it, he didn't want the man to end up calling his father in a panic. "Don't worry, I only want to see it."
The supervisor only hesitated for a while before deciding there was no harm in satisfying this little bit of curiosity from the owner's son. It wasn't like he could spot or leak any sensitive information unknowingly from just looking at the door, right?
And so, shortly afterward, they arrived in front of the metal double doors of the research and development division.
Suddenly, there was a notification sound from the hero's phone, and his eyes lit up as he quickly took a seat on a nearby bench, completely ignoring the awkward looking supervisor.
Obviously, bringing in phones was also prohibited inside the facility, but who was going to tell the owner's son to give up his phone?
After just standing there for almost twenty minutes while Amos was lost in 'texting his friends', the supervisor couldn't help but start fidgeting. 'I really should have just given him a tour guide!'
Another ten minutes, and he finally couldn't help it anymore. Instructing one of his subordinates to 'look after master Amos well', he finally rushed off to take care of his duties, hoping the teenage boy wouldn't take it as an offense.
Amos smirked internally once he saw that the supervisor was gone, and only an intern looking lady was left to 'keep an eye' on him, along with his bodyguard. The brain dead muscle man wasn't an issue, but the lady had to be sent away.
For the hero, the task couldn't get any easier.
He waited until he saw someone who looked like a researcher heading their way, and started his plan when the man was just far enough.
Giving the girl a disarming smile, Amos put away his phone. "A-Ah. I feel a little parched. Beautiful miss, can you tell me where I can get some water?"
"I-I'll bring you some, please wait!"
As the girl rushed off hurriedly, Amos put on a cold, dignified look on his face as the researcher got close enough. "Hey you, what's your name?"
The man stared at him blankly for a while before recognizing his face. Of course, as the employees of the 'Black Tiger Corporation', they all knew Amos Black. Well, he was pretty much a public figure now, with all his scandals, even many non-employees knew who he was, though they may not have seen his face.
"E-Eh? M-Master Amos?! I-I'm R-Roger Rodriguez."
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~ To be continued ~
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Having been able to establish 'Black Tiger Small Arms Production & Research Facility' was one of Mr. Black's proudest accomplishments in this life.
In their country, the production of weapons was a heavily regulated industry that was mostly occupied by state-owned enterprises, and only a select few private companies were able to venture into it.
White Deer also had something similar, as they were involved in manufacturing fighter jets, but when taking into account the scale at which his small arms factories were sanctioned, it was more or less the same, if only slightly inferior in terms of the prestige it brought them.
Of course, the two couldn't be compared at all, and what he had done was far superior to the White Deer's, in his opinion.
The way the country had them manufacture the various parts didn't allow them even a single inch of opportunity to take anything for themselves. The network activity was also heavily isolated and monitored.
In contrast, Mr. Black had almost full control over his own arms factory, with only a few contractual obligations to fulfill. Technically, he also wasn't allowed to sell or keep the weapons for himself, but unlike the White Deer's jet production units, there were very few audits from the government when it came to him.
This was in no small part thanks to his powerful political connections, who also served to benefit greatly from having an unregulated supply of firearms at their disposal whenever needed.
Even if the regulations and restrictions in this place were incredibly strict for others, that wasn't so for Mr. Black himself. And with Amos's impeccable appearance and identity, the employees didn't stop him either.
"Ah, if it isn't master Amos! How may we be of service?"
The ash skinned bodyguard kept frowning as he watched Amos talk and laugh with the supervisor.
Aside from protecting the boy, he was also responsible for reporting anything strange to his boss. However, when he had mentioned the boy's strangeness recently, his boss had just told him to let it be.
Given the boy's earlier actions, the bodyguard couldn't help but have a bad feeling. 'As soon as my contract is over next year, I'm moving the fuck out of this country, and never coming back.'
The silver haired boy gave the flattering supervisor a dashing smile. "Actually, I've been quite interested in knowing how these things work from the inside, and how they are made, and I thought… instead of relying on some videos, a practical lesson would be the best!"
The supervisor wholeheartedly agreed, and explained every step of the process briefly as he personally led Amos on a tour.
Of course, this was all completely pointless for the hero, who wasn't even paying any attention to the supervisor's words. 'Fuck! This bastard thinks he can explain all this shit to me? Moron! Just go do your job already!'
After a while, he couldn't help but get impatient. "Is there no research and development division here, or something similar?"
The supervisor paused, giving the boy a confused look. "T-There is, but…"
"But what? I want to see it, take me there."
The supervisor hesitated for a while before gritting his teeth. "Well, master Amos, that area is restricted to people who work there, and there are strict protocols—"
The hero's eyes turned dark, he even wanted to shout 'Did you forget who I am?!', but when he thought about it, he didn't want the man to end up calling his father in a panic. "Don't worry, I only want to see it."
The supervisor only hesitated for a while before deciding there was no harm in satisfying this little bit of curiosity from the owner's son. It wasn't like he could spot or leak any sensitive information unknowingly from just looking at the door, right?
And so, shortly afterward, they arrived in front of the metal double doors of the research and development division.
Suddenly, there was a notification sound from the hero's phone, and his eyes lit up as he quickly took a seat on a nearby bench, completely ignoring the awkward looking supervisor.
Obviously, bringing in phones was also prohibited inside the facility, but who was going to tell the owner's son to give up his phone?
After just standing there for almost twenty minutes while Amos was lost in 'texting his friends', the supervisor couldn't help but start fidgeting. 'I really should have just given him a tour guide!'
Another ten minutes, and he finally couldn't help it anymore. Instructing one of his subordinates to 'look after master Amos well', he finally rushed off to take care of his duties, hoping the teenage boy wouldn't take it as an offense.
Amos smirked internally once he saw that the supervisor was gone, and only an intern looking lady was left to 'keep an eye' on him, along with his bodyguard. The brain dead muscle man wasn't an issue, but the lady had to be sent away.
For the hero, the task couldn't get any easier.
He waited until he saw someone who looked like a researcher heading their way, and started his plan when the man was just far enough.
Giving the girl a disarming smile, Amos put away his phone. "A-Ah. I feel a little parched. Beautiful miss, can you tell me where I can get some water?"
"I-I'll bring you some, please wait!"
As the girl rushed off hurriedly, Amos put on a cold, dignified look on his face as the researcher got close enough. "Hey you, what's your name?"
The man stared at him blankly for a while before recognizing his face. Of course, as the employees of the 'Black Tiger Corporation', they all knew Amos Black. Well, he was pretty much a public figure now, with all his scandals, even many non-employees knew who he was, though they may not have seen his face.
"E-Eh? M-Master Amos?! I-I'm R-Roger Rodriguez."
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~ To be continued ~
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Golden ticket bonus chapter.
Thank you for all your support! :>
Having been able to establish 'Black Tiger Small Arms Production & Research Facility' was one of Mr. Black's proudest accomplishments in this life.In their country, the production of weapons was a heavily regulated industry that was mostly occupied by state-owned enterprises, and only a select few private companies were able to venture into it.White Deer also had something similar, as they were involved in manufacturing fighter jets, but when taking into account the scale at which his small arms factories were sanctioned, it was more or less the same, if only slightly inferior in terms of the prestige it brought them.Of course, the two couldn't be compared at all, and what he had done was far superior to the White Deer's, in his opinion. The way the country had them manufacture the various parts didn't allow them even a single inch of opportunity to take anything for themselves. The network activity was also heavily isolated and monitored. In contrast, Mr. Black had almost full control over his own arms factory, with only a few contractual obligations to fulfill. Technically, he also wasn't allowed to sell or keep the weapons for himself, but unlike the White Deer's jet production units, there were very few audits from the government when it came to him.This was in no small part thanks to his powerful political connections, who also served to benefit greatly from having an unregulated supply of firearms at their disposal whenever needed.Even if the regulations and restrictions in this place were incredibly strict for others, that wasn't so for Mr. Black himself. And with Amos's impeccable appearance and identity, the employees didn't stop him either."Ah, if it isn't master Amos! How may we be of service?"The ash skinned bodyguard kept frowning as he watched Amos talk and laugh with the supervisor.Aside from protecting the boy, he was also responsible for reporting anything strange to his boss. However, when he had mentioned the boy's strangeness recently, his boss had just told him to let it be.Given the boy's earlier actions, the bodyguard couldn't help but have a bad feeling. 'As soon as my contract is over next year, I'm moving the fuck out of this country, and never coming back.'The silver haired boy gave the flattering supervisor a dashing smile. "Actually, I've been quite interested in knowing how these things work from the inside, and how they are made, and I thought instead of relying on some videos, a practical lesson would be the best!"The supervisor wholeheartedly agreed, and explained every step of the process briefly as he personally led Amos on a tour.Of course, this was all completely pointless for the hero, who wasn't even paying any attention to the supervisor's words. 'Fuck! This bastard thinks he can explain all this shit to me? Moron! Just go do your job already!'After a while, he couldn't help but get impatient. "Is there no research and development division here, or something similar?"The supervisor paused, giving the boy a confused look. "T-There is, but""But what? I want to see it, take me there."The supervisor hesitated for a while before gritting his teeth. "Well, master Amos, that area is restricted to people who work there, and there are strict protocols"The hero's eyes turned dark, he even wanted to shout 'Did you forget who I am?!', but when he thought about it, he didn't want the man to end up calling his father in a panic. "Don't worry, I only want to see it."The supervisor only hesitated for a while before deciding there was no harm in satisfying this little bit of curiosity from the owner's son. It wasn't like he could spot or leak any sensitive information unknowingly from just looking at the door, right?And so, shortly afterward, they arrived in front of the metal double doors of the research and development division.Suddenly, there was a notification sound from the hero's phone, and his eyes lit up as he quickly took a seat on a nearby bench, completely ignoring the awkward looking supervisor.Obviously, bringing in phones was also prohibited inside the facility, but who was going to tell the owner's son to give up his phone?After just standing there for almost twenty minutes while Amos was lost in 'texting his friends', the supervisor couldn't help but start fidgeting. 'I really should have just given him a tour guide!'Another ten minutes, and he finally couldn't help it anymore. Instructing one of his subordinates to 'look after master Amos well', he finally rushed off to take care of his duties, hoping the teenage boy wouldn't take it as an offense.Amos smirked internally once he saw that the supervisor was gone, and only an intern looking lady was left to 'keep an eye' on him, along with his bodyguard. The brain dead muscle man wasn't an issue, but the lady had to be sent away.For the hero, the task couldn't get any easier.He waited until he saw someone who looked like a researcher heading their way, and started his plan when the man was just far enough.Giving the girl a disarming smile, Amos put away his phone. "A-Ah. I feel a little parched. Beautiful miss, can you tell me where I can get some water?""I-I'll bring you some, please wait!"As the girl rushed off hurriedly, Amos put on a cold, dignified look on his face as the researcher got close enough. "Hey you, what's your name?"The man stared at him blankly for a while before recognizing his face. Of course, as the employees of the 'Black Tiger Corporation', they all knew Amos Black. Well, he was pretty much a public figure now, with all his scandals, even many non-employees knew who he was, though they may not have seen his face."E-Eh? M-Master Amos?! I-I'm R-Roger Rodriguez." ~ To be continued ~ Golden ticket bonus chapter.Thank you for all your support! :
