City of Chaos, Buffett Manor.
In the brightly lit study room, Hill was reading materials at his desk.
"Miss, the locomotive engineering department has been completely transferred to artillery research and production. The engineers and workers are very motivated." The secretary walked in and looked at Hill and said.
Hill put down the information in his hand, looked up at his secretary and said, "Very good, you can advance one month's salary to all engineers and workers, and pay it out tomorrow. It will still be paid according to the previous standards."
This was a request from the city lord's palace. Hill already knew what happened on the far northern ice sheet of the Los Empire.
This is a matter related to the survival crisis of all races in the entire Nolan Continent. As a banker who uses Nolan Continent as a market, she sees the opportunities hidden under the crisis.
Tomorrow all races will discuss major issues in the City of Chaos, and if nothing unexpected happens, a new peace treaty will be signed on the spot.
This means that if Nolan Continent can withstand this crisis of demons and the undead army, it will once again usher in a hundred years of peace.
This is such a precious opportunity, and for the Buffett family, it is a matter of life and death.
So when the request from the city lord's palace was sent to her, she had almost no hesitation and asked all her engineers and craftsmen to devote themselves to the production of artillery.
She may not be able to make much contribution on the front line, but Buffett's strong financial strength can still do a lot of things behind the scenes.
"By the way, have you tested the power of the artillery?" Hill asked curiously.
The City Lord's Mansion did not say who made this artillery, but for City Lord Michael to pay so much attention to it, it must have good power.
The secretary took out a piece of information from his bag and presented it, while saying: "The City Lord's Palace just conducted a test today, and we got a report. The power of a small-caliber artillery is equivalent to the explosive fireball released by a third-level magician. The power of the medium-caliber artillery is equivalent to the bursting fireball released by a fourth-level magician, while the power of the super-large-caliber artillery has reached the power of the fireball released by a sixth-level magician."
"Can it reach the power of a sixth-level magician?!" Hill was a little surprised.
Although the super-large-caliber artillery can be regarded as a steel behemoth, it is a tool that ordinary people can control and use.
This means that as long as the number of super-large-caliber artillery is sufficient, they will have a group of sixth-level magicians out of thin air.
"This designer is really a terrifying genius." Hill couldn't help but admire.
She had seen the materials used for the artillery. Although they were a bit rare, they were not expensive and precious, and the goblins could provide them in large quantities.
But no one expected that these seemingly completely incompatible things would burst out with such terrifying power.
And the round tube-shaped barrel gives the artillery the ability to attack from a long distance.
However, if such a murderous weapon had appeared a hundred years ago, I am afraid that the last racial war would have become even more terrifying.
The designer chose to take out the artillery at such a moment, probably because he saw that all the tribes had decided to sign a peace treaty, and it would be difficult to start another war within a hundred years.
This kind of foresight made Hill admire him deeply.
"Recruit more blacksmiths in Chaos City, pay them double wages, and let them join the team of forging artillery, and strive to expand production." Hill looked at the secretary and said.
"Okay." The secretary took the order and left quickly.
Hill couldn't help but pace in the study. The troubled times also contained great opportunities.
If she could just follow the trend and seize the opportunity, she might be able to create a foundation as big as her grandfather's.
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Malton Manor.
Gloria looked heavy as she listened to Jeffrey describing the current situation in Nolan Continent.
She was silent for a while, looked at Jeffrey and said: "Grandpa, I would like to donate all the cotton yarn and cotton cloth in the cloth shop and in my hand to prepare warm clothing for the soldiers who will go to the far north ice field to resist the undead army."
There was a bit of surprise in Jeffrey's eyes, but it soon turned into a look of relief. He nodded with a smile and said, "The cloth shop is already yours. You don't need to ask me to make your decision. But why did you do this?" "
Gloria said with a serious expression: "Now all races are in the same boat, only by uniting as one can we win a glimmer of hope.
We cannot go to the front line to kill the enemy, but we can do our part in the rear. Even if it is just to let the soldiers on the front line have warm and cold clothes, it is better than doing nothing. "
Jeffrey nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, this is a completely different crisis from the race war a hundred years ago, but it is also a rare moment when all races in Nolan Continent can unite as one and fight against the enemy together.
If we win, the Norland continent may enter the next hundred years of prosperity and trigger the conditions for the integration of various races. "
It will be a great era full of imagination. For their generation, it is also the era they most want to see in their lifetime.
But this era is destined to belong to young people.
Jeffrey looked at Gloria with admiration. He was not worried about the inheritance of the Morton family at all now. In the next era, Gloria will definitely leave her own legend.
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Mag didn't wait long when there was a knock on the door.
"Here we come." Mag stood up and opened the door. Four young and capable-looking girls stood outside the door.
"Hello, are you here for an interview?" Mag said, looking at the four girls with a smile.
"Yes, Boss Effie introduced us to your place for an interview." The leader was a girl with short hair and a gentle smile.
Mag let the door open: "Please come in."
The four girls came in. Judging from their temperament and demeanor, they should all be experienced. They didn't feel constrained at all. They looked calm and made people feel quite comfortable.
"Please sit down." Mag poured them a glass of water, and then he and Irina sat across from the four girls.
They were looking at the four girls who came for the interview, and the four girls were also looking at the young bosses.
They originally wanted to go to the Titan Tavern for an interview. They heard that the Titan Tavern had recently won the gold medal at the wine tasting competition and the tavern's business was booming.
But Miss Effie recommended them to the Saipan tavern across the street yesterday. It is said that this Saipan tavern has also won the gold medal at the wine tasting competition, and there are no employees in the store. It is when they are short of people that they give a good offer. salary.
Mag first spoke: "I am Hades, the owner of this Saipan tavern, and this is the proprietress. Can you each introduce yourselves? It is best to mention your work resume separately."
"I am Jones, I am eighteen years old. I have been a waiter in a pub and restaurant for five years, and a waiter for one year." The short-haired girl from before spoke first.
