Collapse, surrender to me!

Colleagues who usually compete for KPIs all had enthusiastic smiles on their faces.

"You had problems with your last business, but I helped you suppress it."

"I remember you promised me something three amber ages ago, but I never mentioned it. Now you understand."

"Long Jing, we are close friends and loving brothers!"

……

How could Long Jing withstand the treatment from the company's people?

Everyone has some little problems in life, let alone in a place like a company.

Fortunately, he called people over and realized that there was no point in hiding this matter.

So he told the whole story.

After listening to this, everyone had the same thought in their mind - could this Grayshue really be the daughter of the Amber King?

Of course, other things were noticed as well.

"Long Jing, you actually only used such a small amount of resources to take down this sub-space crystal wall that can be engraved with your name?"

"?" Long Jing's face darkened.

What do you mean it’s just a small amount? His family’s fortune is almost empty.

Of course, his family background was not that large compared to many other high-level executives. Perhaps to the person who just spoke, what he gave to Gray was just pocket money.

Although the investment department has a large amount of money, it is monitored very closely.

The logistics guy who just spoke is truly rich.

After all, although the materials have been transported to the Amber King, the Amber King doesn't need them!

"Our aim is to dedicate everything to the 'Amber King' - Creeper... Now giving the materials collected for the Amber King to others, isn't it a bit..." Someone raised an objection.

"No, no, no, this is not a conflict. Our company was originally established to collect materials to help the Amber King build the wall, but the results were minimal. Now it's different. If we directly convert the collected materials into walls and then donate them, then we are really helping the Amber King complete his great cause!"

As for carving some names on the wall, it's just a small matter.

For a moment, everyone started discussing.

"…Grayshus isn't the real Amber King, so don't be too ridiculous."

As Long Jing listened, he couldn't bear to listen any more.

What did he hear?

Some even planned to have Grayshu build a wall based on light years like the Amber King.

If Grey builds a wall one light year long, she might not have to do anything for the rest of her life.

"And the other party may not be willing."

"We have the materials, we have the resources, we can give you whatever you want."

"Do you think they are machines? They produce whatever you feed them."

Long Jing rolled his eyes.

"Besides, she has an entire galaxy behind her, so she may not be interested in what we have."

"Besides...the other party's technology is probably higher than ours."

Long Jing remembered the solar energy focusing device with a terrifyingly high energy conversion rate mentioned in Topal's report.

Is the company strong? Very strong, spread all over the galaxy, and is a top force.

But it’s not that strong in nature.

Because the company is ultimately a commercial company.

We collect resources from the universe, but we cannot create high-level products.

What's the point of having more raw materials? You can't build the Amber King's sub-space crystal wall, nor can you build the neutron battle star of the Star Civilization.

Because of the barriers between the worlds in the galaxy, it is still very difficult to develop interstellar civilization. The company can be said to have launched a dimensionality reduction attack on these civilizations, but when facing people like the Genius Club, it becomes a little stretched.

The company does have a research and development department, but the upper limit is very strict, and it itself is not the kind of civilization that climbs up the technology tree step by step.

It feels like the nouveau riche who rose to prominence when Akivalli was pioneering the stars.

It is equivalent to a company having a pile of uranium mines but being unable to make nuclear weapons.

Therefore, many forces in the universe simply describe the company as troublesome, but do not say that they are scary.

"I can understand that you want to control Grayshu, after all, that's the company's style. But before you act, please submit your resignation and buy yourself a coffin. Although the company has been going smoothly in recent years, don't be too arrogant and think that the entire universe is full of civilizations like Yarilo."

"Don't worry about it. I will go and talk to the other side about this matter."

Suddenly, a voice sounded, shocking the company's top executives and all arguments stopped.

Outsiders may not be familiar with the owner of this voice, but to the company's top management, it is a secret that is not a secret.

He is the founder of the Interstellar Peace Corporation, one of the only two lifelong directors in the 14,600th board of directors who remain unshakable, and the most powerful person in the universe after the Star God.

The company's largest shareholder, Louis Fleming.

The wealth he holds is incalculable, and many people even jokingly call this mysterious rich man the star god who controls "wealth".

Some people in the galaxy believe that Louis Fleming is just a legend because the time is too long for the mortal body to endure.

Some speculate that Louis is a name passed down from generation to generation in the family, while others believe that Director Fleming is just a myth deliberately maintained by the "company."

Some people believe that the old man exchanged his wealth for eternal life.

Some people insist that Louis Fleming has become data and abandoned his mortal body. Some even say that Fleming, the lifelong director, has already ascended to godhood... The official statement of the Interstellar Peace Corporation is that Louis Fleming existed and still exists, and everything else is top secret.

Louis does exist and even moved today.

It's because of Grace.

Long Jing was right, this was a turning point for the company.

From the beginning to now, I have gone from being basically unable to help Amber King at all to being able to help a little.

……

Belloberg's debts were paid off, and he also had a large amount of supplies.

The celebration went on as planned, even more lively than before, with happy smiles on everyone's face.

Fort Clipper.

Bronya stood by the tall window. Bright sunlight shone in, filling the room with a warm atmosphere.

The sun was shining brightly outside, shining on the street and lighting up every corner. The breeze gently blew the budding branches, and colorful balloons and streamers danced outside the window, contrasting with the bustling crowd on the street.

Bronya said with great emotion: "I originally held the Klipperburg celebration to boost people's confidence in the future, but the arrival of these batches of supplies is undoubtedly more exciting than pure encouragement. This batch of supplies is equivalent to giving the entire Beloberg a new kind of warmth and hope."

As the ancient saying goes, who would rebel when they are full?

With this batch of supplies, everyone will put aside their worries about the future and enter a stage of rapid and peaceful development.

"Grayshudder, I..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Grace interrupted quickly.

She had been enjoying delicious food and watching performances with March Seventh at Beloberg these past few days... everything was normal.

It's just that Bronya seems to be a little obsessed with her.

As the saying goes, a little bit of rice is a favor, a big bit of rice is a grudge.

Bronya is certainly not that kind of person.

But Grace's favor was so great that she didn't know how to repay it.

After much thought, Bronya made a decision.

That is to let Grayshuu be the chief guardian.

Grace was numb at that moment.

I'm helping you so much, but you want to harm me!

Although Bronya knew that Grayshu would not be here forever, her intention was just to let Grayshu be there in name only.

But Grace didn't have this idea either.

Unfortunately, Bronya was quite persistent, and even Seele agreed.

As a result, Grayshu was ready to run away.

But just when she was about to refuse Bronya again, she found that Bronya didn't move.

The flow of time in the room seemed to become abnormally slow, as if distorted by some mysterious force.

The hands of the clock moved slowly and silently, and every second seemed to last a long time.

The subtle sounds in the room seemed to be stretched out, and although the sound source was constantly emitting, it became extremely vague and mixed. At the same time, the light became abnormally slow, and every beam of sunlight that entered the room through the window seemed to slowly pass through the barrier of time and space.

Objects in the room seemed to be pulled inexorably by time, becoming rigid and slow.

Every page of the books on the bookshelf seemed to be stretched several times, and the action of turning the pages became extremely slow and difficult.

The atmosphere in the room was filled with a strange, trance-like feeling.

In this unusually slow flow of time, people can't help but feel that time has become boundless, losing the sense of urgency and rhythm. Everything has become slow and heavy, and every second in the room is a struggle, and it seems impossible to escape from this realm that is firmly bound by time.

In this room where time flows extremely slowly, people's thoughts also become slow and confused.

"You are not affected?"

In Greshu’s eyes, Louis looked at her with a surprised tone.

"Who are you?" Grace didn't find any hostility in the other person, so she wasn't nervous.

"I am one of the two life directors of the company, and the founder of Interstellar Peace, Louis Fleming."

"Oh, hello."

Gray said politely.

Grace had no idea about Louis.

Louise might have a very high status in the eyes of others. She has met so many star gods, so Louise is just like that.

But then again, how did the other party make Bronya's office become like this?

Grace could feel that the other party could not stop time or slow down time, but it produced a similar effect and affected other people's senses.

"This is what I realized when I watched the Amber King build the wall."

Louis smiled.

“But I’ve only grasped the basics.”

When the Amber King built the wall, he did not just smash the wall with one hammer over a distance of several light years. After all, he was smashing the wall, not painting it.

With the lifting and lowering of the hammer, a wall stretching for light years was smashed out.

If the Amber King is regarded as a normal human being, then his hammer falls quite slowly.

There are often people performing performance art on the streets, moving one or two steps at a constant speed for hours.

The Amber King only swings his hammer once every few decades.

Did you wave it? Yes.

But it looked like it didn't swing.

This is what Louis realized. When he got close to him, everything around him slowed down.

Grayshu nodded thoughtfully.

It is said that Louis is a mortal, and perhaps he is able to survive to this day because of this ability.

Maybe she could go see the Amber King sometime.

"So what is Uncle Louis doing here?"

“I’m here to invite you to become the company’s third lifetime director.”

Louis said sincerely.