Ming stowed the chef into the puppet space, then set up a tent and covered dinner under it. Before the al, he instructed Raoul to patrol the area and stay nearby.
Schneider was curious about why they didn't eat outside.
Ming told him that the prairie was full of mosquitoes, and if Schneider had enough blood, he could go for it.
After that, 40 people were divided into five tables. Ming sat alone at a table with Schneider, Sam, and Gandis.
Schneider brought out a bottle of whiskey and special cups that he had been treasuring for many days and was reluctant to drink. He poured the whiskey and raised his cup to Ming, "Mr. Gutmann, we t today through a fight. From now on, my brothers and I will guard the company as knights guard their kingdom."
Ming raised his cup, "Cheers!"
Bang!
The four cups collided, the three n drank their fill, and Ming took a sip.
After a few rounds of drinks and the taste of five different dishes, everyone loosened up and began to speak their minds after drinking.
"Mr. Gutmann, I've been wanting to ask you about your left hand. It looks pretty serious," Sam asked.
Ming lifted his left hand, "It's not as serious as you think. I just got it caught in a door. It will be fine after a while."
"Oh, you really need to be more careful."
Schneider refilled Ming's glass and laughed, "Boss, have you thought of a na for our company? I think it should be resounding."
"Thunder is resounding, but we can't call it Mining, can we?" Sam interjected.
Gandis rubbed his forehead, "It should be called Global Mining. We plan to expand our business globally in the future, and I believe Mr. Gutman can do it."
"You guys keep thinking."
Ming was troubled. It was ti to co up with a na again.
"Neither Thunder nor Global Mining is good. Many big companies before the apocalypse were nad after their founders."
Schneider touched the upturned mustache at the corner of his mouth, "In my opinion, just call it Gutmann, the homophonic translation ans a good man, which is very consistent with the boss's personality."
"Good idea!"
"Yes, I think it's suitable."
Sam and Gandis nodded simultaneously.
"Uh-huh~ We need to keep it low-profile."
Ming posed formally and said seriously, "How about calling it [Goodman Group's Global No. 1 Mining Co., Ltd.]?"
"Very low-profile~," the three said in unison.
"Good, then it's decided."
"Co, let's drink to that!"
After the al, everyone was very satisfied, and Ming was also satisfied because the tent did not play its essential role.
Next, everyone erected a large wooden sign made of several planks next to the mine pit.
It read:
[Goodman Group's Global No. 1 Mining Co., Ltd.]
[Declaration of Ownership Ti: 22:23:01 on the 34th Day of the Apocalypse]
[Warning: Private territory, do not disturb without invitation]
[Warning: Trespassing, theft, looting, and other acts are disgraceful and will be severely punished]
[Declarer: If you commit any of the above actions, you will know who it is]
"Good!"
Everyone shouted in unison.
"..."
At this mont, Sam, who was the initial manager of the company, was very excited. He never thought that one day, he could beco a manager under a strong person. The boss was right. Efforts would definitely bring good luck. He would definitely cherish this opportunity and get rid of the terrible life in Zone 1001. He knew that the boss still had so reservations, he could understand, he just hoped that one day, he could re-acquaint himself with the true face of the boss.
"..."
Gandis was very happy. He knew himself very well. He didn't have too much pursuit of life. All he needed was a stable environnt. If he could live through this life, he would be content. Today, he beca the logistics supervisor of the company. Following this strong person, he would one day be able to escape life in Zone 1001. He knew that everyone was now harboring grudges, but as long as he did his job well, he would be safe and sound. He knew it was hard to trust soone, and he hoped that this ti it wouldn't go wrong.
"..."
Schneider was still nervous. He always thought that this might be a dream. If all of this is real, he is ready to start a new life. As the production manager of the company, he guarantees that he can complete the work tasks. If he had encountered a bloodthirsty brute, they might already be dead. He doesn't aspire for great power or supre authority, he just wants to let his brothers live without fear of violence and bloodshed. Of course, if all of this is real, he will be grateful and repay the favor.
He hopes the boss is not the type of capitalist he appears to be.
And he hopes that one day, the boss won't have to hide anything.
...
Ming looked at everyone, hoping that the first company he established would grow smoothly. The requirents were just that simple.
...
Schneider ca to Ming and asked, "Boss, do you really trust us that much?"
Ming smiled, "Just like you trust , you ate my food without any hesitation, right?"
Schneider looked at the person in front of him and said seriously, "Boss, I will be on guard duty tonight. You rest assured."
"Alright, then I won't need to."
Ming nodded. He watched the light pillars fall, and everyone was teleported away.
He then went to find his pets and harvested the poisonous flowers and plants for them. After that, he also left the prairie.
When he got ho, Ming arranged the everyone to rest well. They still had big things to do tomorrow. anwhile, he put the flower wreath he had woven on the sleeping little bear's head. It was a bit small, but it looked pretty good.
Next, he activated the area's random teleportation. This ti, he had asked Sam and others to select the teleportation range area so they could take a shortcut.
Prairie mine pit.
Sam and Schneider, who had returned to this place, sat around the bonfire. Each holding a bottle of wine, they chatted casually.
"I was really afraid he would kill all of us."
"But he didn't do that. He's a smart man. Actually, I really want to know who he is. You know, he must have hidden a lot about himself."
"I'm curious too. Let's build trust first~ Do you know what his charm is? Like , he's protecting those around him at all costs, even if those around him are zombies and exotic beasts. But, you know, it's not much different."
"Of course, I just hope I won't misjudge a person again."
Plop~
Suddenly, a wrapped package fell on the small table between them.
They turned their heads and saw it was Ming.
"Boss, with both of us guarding this place, you can rest at ho."
"Yes, didn't you say that you wouldn't co?"
"I wasn't planning to, but I suddenly rembered sothing."
Ming threw the five-star lord-level crocodile on the ground, "This thing is for you guys to keep as a pet. Its combat power is average, but it can deter those who would do you harm. By the way..."
Ming threw a bag of elental stones to Sam, "This repays your debt. From now on, you should stay here every day."
"Thank you, boss, ~"
"Don't thank , this will be deducted from your salary in the future. I'm not a great philanthropist. You understand more than I do how hard it is to make money. Here, try the special roasted bird my friend sent ."
"Your friend? Sent it over? There doesn't seem to be any courier companies now, right?"
"You may find this hard to understand, and I can't explain it well. Eat it while it's hot."
...
Division 109.
David and Hawkins stood in front of the tombstone, watching the roast bird at truly disappear.
David said, "I don't doubt Alan anymore, he didn't lie to us."
Hawkins said, "Do you think Gutmann might be watching us now, thinking we're both fools?"
David looked up at the sky, "Who can't make a mistake? Right? Boss~"
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