Alien Arms Empire

Chapter 14621463 Good job delivering goods

A car swayed and stopped in front of the factory gate. The guard at the gate opened the iron gate listlessly. The heavy iron gate made a sharp creaking sound that made people's hair stand on end.

 A few soldiers jumped out of the cart, then took down the pieces of pork one by one and piled them on the cart that greeted them.

Pedestrians nearby swallowed their saliva. They had really not eaten meat for a long time, and the workers in this factory seemed to often get extra rations.

 That’s right, it’s rationing. Neverwinter City has been implementing rationing for more than two months. Food must be rationed and sold according to the plan. Each person can only receive a small share every day.

However, some places are not within this scope: the city lord cannot control the big nobles and big businessmen in Neverwinter City. There is another place that the city lord dare not interfere with, and that is the "radar factory" opened by Pan Yiping.

This factory employs more than 3,000 workers and has the best lathe equipment in the Dornish Empire. The equipment in the factory makes people salivate, but unfortunately no one dares to take advantage of this factory.

"Hey! Pork! It seems that these workers are blessed again." The guards at the door became more energetic when they saw the pork, because they seemed to be able to get some benefits.

 Pan Yiping is a relatively easy-going boss. There are many benefits to following this boss. The guards at the door are usually arrogant and domineering, because they are the face of the factory and do not need to give face to the minions.

“I really envy you for having such a good job.” The officer delivering the pork lit a cigarette and said with some envy.

His status in the army is high enough, but he does not receive such treatment. He hasn't eaten meat for several days, but this factory can always get some meat and eggs from unknown sources.

 “Hey, don’t be ridiculous.” The guard smiled, and then made way for a few canteen workers who were carrying pork to enter.

 The manager of the factory who followed him looked very respectable. He took out some cigarettes and chocolates from his pocket and handed them to the officers and soldiers who came to deliver the pork.

 Suddenly, these officers and soldiers beamed: the chocolates were high-end goods obtained from the Tang Dynasty, and they could be treated as real gold and silver and circulated on the black market. Not to mention cigarettes. The most **** civilian cigarettes in the Tang Empire are now treasures that cannot be found in Dorne.

"Thank you for your hard work." The officers and soldiers who are qualified to deliver things all have some connections, otherwise they wouldn't be able to get such a lucrative job, so the manager was very polite and handed a pocket in his hand to the leader. officer.

The officer stretched out his hand to take it, and suddenly his hand felt heavy. He subconsciously looked into his pocket and was surprised to find a pocket of cans.

 It is really a great honor to be able to get imported cans at this time. And...in this kind of hellish place, obviously the food is the most precious.

For a moment, the leading officer even felt a little embarrassed. He was just here to deliver something, and he really didn’t expect to get so many benefits.

It was only then that he realized why the officer who gave him the order had such an expression: This was indeed a good job, and it was indeed worth thinking about.

 The soldiers who had received the benefits worked hard, and soon another cart of pork was unloaded, piled together and pushed into the factory.

 In order to ensure the production of radar, it is strictly forbidden to be disturbed here. Anyone who comes near will be driven away, let alone gangsters looking for trouble. The military deployed a force here, and the sentries were armed with live ammunition. The officers stationed here even received orders, and they even had the right to shoot if Pan Yiping's safety was endangered.

 So, the inside and outside of the walls of the radar factory in Neverwinter are two completely different worlds. The inside is like heaven, and the outside is like hell.

"Okay, no more." Looking at the empty carriage, the delivery officer no longer had the arrogant attitude he had just now. He was holding the bag containing the cans with a smile on his face.

On the way back, the officer sitting in the carriage suddenly slapped his thigh and said to his men: "Leave only half of everything! Brothers! It depends on this time whether we can keep this good job in our hands." "

The shocked soldiers immediately reacted. Everyone knew what was going on with the high-ranking officials. Someone immediately nodded in agreement and said: "Sir, the young men are not sensible, so they all listen to you. What should you do? , let’s do it!”

 “Yes! It’s up to you!” the soldiers said one by one, touching the chocolate candies in their pockets.

 “Whatever you say, we’ll do it!” Some people started talking and followed suit.

"Give half of the things to the teacher as a filial piety. Next time you come to deliver things, it will definitely be our job! Every time we only keep half! The remaining half..." The officer felt something was wrong when he said this, and then changed his words and said: "This Half... I'm afraid it won't work, let's just keep one third! The rest will be handed over to the division commander!"

 At this point, he felt pain in his body. The other party gave him six tin cans, all of which were from Tang Dynasty with good dates. If he followed what he said, he would have to hand over four cans.

His heart bleeds when he thinks of this: He is so unwilling. If he has a choice, he really doesn't want to hand over to anyone.

Unfortunately, in order to get more benefits, he felt that he should firmly occupy this delivery position, and only by giving enough profit to the people above him could he have this opportunity.

The soldiers felt very sad when they heard this amount, but they also knew that this kind of thing would definitely not be possible without giving a big head to the people above, so they could only acquiesce.

In the factory, the workers in the canteen have begun to cut the pork and distribute the benefits given by the big boss to all the workers.

These workers all have special identity certificates, and most of them live in the apartment buildings of the Radar Factory after get off work, so they can safely take the pork home and share the fruits of their labor with their families.

This apartment complex is newly built and has quite high standards. It even has independent shops, playgrounds, and a dedicated kindergarten.

I heard that these are standards learned from the Tang Empire, which can stimulate workers' enthusiasm for work... No one knows whether this set of things is easy to use, but judging from the results, it does work like this in the Tang Empire. Makes some sense.

The Dorne Empire was able to deploy 30 new large-scale radars in a short period of time, and installed small radars on many of its ME-262 fighter jets, giving them the ability to take off at night. Pan Yiping really contributed!

 (End of this chapter)