A Maybach on a rainy night? Talk to my Levadin!

"I also added an intelligent module to the drone, which eliminates the need for a control unit. I originally wanted to add a spellcasting unit, but considering you don't have spellcasting abilities right now, I didn't. You can come find me later if you develop spellcasting abilities..."

Zhao Zizhan was taken aback when he saw the drone. Wasn't this the drone that the Logistics Department was building? This thing seems to be public property, right?

Zhao Zizhan looked at Raidian, only to see the other person make a shushing gesture at him and wink playfully.

Is this the profound love of a mother...? I felt it.

"Alright, everyone, register your procurement needs with me. Xiao Zizhan is very tired today, let him get some rest." Raidian sent these elite operators to the studio to write down their requirements before turning back to look at Zhao Zizhan.

"Xiao Zizhan, this is your employee badge. Starting today, you are a formal employee of our Logistics Department, mainly responsible for material preparation. Your Originium Arts are special, so you can arrange your working hours freely. You must be tired today. Come to the Logistics Department office to find me after you wake up tomorrow, and I will tell you about the benefits of working in the Logistics Department then."

As the company was in its early stages, the HR department acted quickly, and Zhao Zizhan's employee badge was already printed out. The white badge featured a small portrait of Zhao Zizhan and had a high-tech feel to it.

As Zhao Zizhan flipped through the contract, his smile was more uncontrollable than an AK.

I was assigned a drone as soon as I joined the company, and my work hours are not fixed...

Zhao Zizhan clenched his fist inwardly. He had made the right choice coming to this unit!

Chapter Fourteen: People from the Execution Department Arrive

As the saying goes, a man fears choosing the wrong career, and a woman fears marrying the wrong man.

A good employer is extremely important.

What makes a good company? A good company is one that pays well, has little work, and offers plenty of perks.

Rhodes Island operators are paid only around the baseline salary, but they receive generous allowances and benefits.

The canteen provides three meals a day, the company provides housing, there are travel subsidies, the company car can be used at will, the company organizes holidays, each job level has corresponding welfare benefits, and rice, flour and oil are also distributed during festivals.

People from Shandong must have already noticed the subtlety of this situation.

Furthermore, Rhodes Island itself isn't exactly a legitimate pharmaceutical company; it's actually the Kazdel government-in-exile.

There really is a young emperor on this ship; this is the rightful legitimacy!

The meaning of the old wife

So what do we call this? We call it getting ashore!

This is the job, everyone. Zhao Zizhan is only fifteen years old, yet he has already reached the end of the universe, and his workplace is one where, under normal circumstances, transmission cannot occur except through mother-to-child transmission or blood transmission.

This is the benefit of initial public offering (IPO) shares.

Of course, the support of a world's resources behind the scenes also played a crucial role.

As light and shadow shifted, Zhao Zizhan returned to the present world once more.

Looking at the familiar bedroom, Zhao Zizhan's shoulders suddenly relaxed, and he let out a long breath.

At this time, the parents should be home.

Just as I was thinking this, I heard the sound of a car coming from downstairs.

Rubbing his face and forcing a smile, Zhao Zizhan opened the door and went downstairs to greet his parents. But after taking only two steps, a sudden thought struck him. He felt as if a voice was whispering in his ear, and someone who had designs on him was right outside the door.

Before Zhao Zizhan could react, the door opened wide, and Old Zhao and his wife walked in with a man in a trench coat.

Zhao Zizhan's heart skipped a beat, not only because the voice in his ear was directed at the man in the trench coat, but also because of the World Tree emblem on the man's chest.

The school emblem of Kassel!

I knew it was inevitable that the executive department wouldn't come, but their arrival was far beyond Zhao Zizhan's expectations.

He thought he would have one more day, but unexpectedly...

Fortunately, I haven't slacked off at all these days, so I'm somewhat able to protect myself and have a bit more confidence when facing the people in the execution department.

"Dad, Mom...you're back. Hello, Uncle." Zhao Zizhan strode downstairs, looking at the man in the trench coat with a blank expression, but quickly greeted him.

Regarding being civilized and polite.

"Hello, my surname is Wang. I'm from the Ministry of Public Security, mainly responsible for investigating that previous accident. I'm here to ask you a few questions related to the case," the man in the trench coat nodded amicably to Zhao Zizhan.

"We just ran into them on our way back. It's alright, son, just tell the truth, don't be afraid."

Seeing that his son was in a bad mood, Old Zhao encouraged him.

"Okay, please ask, I will answer to the best of my knowledge."

As Zhao Zizhan's mother, Cui Nianzhen, walked towards the kitchen, she instructed Old Zhao, "Don't just stand there, Old Zhao. Greet the guests and make them sit down, and get some tea. I'll go cook a few dishes. Officer Wang, we must stay and have some."

"No, no, I just want to ask a couple of questions, then I'll leave."

Upon hearing this, Cui Nianzhen gave Zhao's father a wink and then went into the kitchen to get busy.

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Zhao's father, Zhao Miao, understood the unspoken message and warmly invited Officer Wang to sit down. "Come, come, Xiao Wang, sit down, let me pour you some water."

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"Um... Officer Wang, how's the investigation going? Has the report come out yet? My child has suffered so much, and we parents are worried sick..."

"Don't worry, the investigation results are in. It was a gas explosion at a nearby closed restaurant. The broken gas cylinder hit a car parked on the roadside, causing the accident. The driver died on the spot when he was taken to the hospital. Your son was very lucky; he was the only survivor. We are just filling in some details of the case, and then we are preparing to close it."

"Oh...I see. Come, come, have some tea. This tea was a gift from my old classmate. You police officers have worked hard on this case, have some more."

Old Zhao picked up a handful of tea leaves from the tea canister, shook them off, put them in a cup, and poured hot water from the tea table next to him: "When the police question the child, should we, as guardians, be absent?"

"Of course not, they're just some simple questions. As your guardian, you can certainly listen."

"Oh, that's good, that's good."

The man in the trench coat felt somewhat helpless at the couple's implied urgency, but he could understand it. He cleared his throat, took out a small notebook, and looked at Jiang Cheng: "Little friend, could you tell me in detail what you saw and heard about the car accident at the Chunhua Road intersection?"

Zhao Zizhan naturally understood from the other party's words that the official characterization of the matter was that it was an accident.

He certainly wouldn't go out of his way to claim he had some strange shadowy figure or anything like that, only to make himself uncomfortable. So, he naturally went along with Officer Wang's train of thought, fabricating some so-called experiences—like going for a walk one evening when suddenly there was a loud bang on the street, and a car crashed into another car on the side of the road, blah blah blah...

"That's how it happened. I was knocked unconscious afterward, so I don't remember the specifics."

"I see," Officer Wang nodded in realization and put the notebook away.

"Okay, thank you very much for your cooperation. I need to go back and add some details, so I won't stay any longer."

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"Why don't you stay and have something to eat?" Old Zhao stood up and tried to persuade them to stay.

"No, no, I'm busy at work!" Officer Wang straightened his clothes naturally, looked at Zhao Zizhan who had stood up with him, and patted him on the shoulder: "Young man, you're very lucky, you'll definitely achieve great things in the future."

Old Zhao loved hearing this and happily offered Officer Wang a cigarette, only to be refused. After the two walked out the door, Old Zhao closed the door and came back.

"These police officers are really unscrupulous. They've already investigated the matter thoroughly, yet they still harass the children," Old Zhao complained as he returned and sat down next to Zhao Zizhan.

"Son, are you bored staying home alone by yourself? I'll have your mom cook you a couple of nice dishes today!"

The officer Wang who was being criticized walked all the way to a police car, opened the back door, and sat down.

"How's the head?"

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The young man sitting in front turned his head.

"Let's drive, we've got the goods."

The man in the trench coat took out an evidence bag from the other side pocket and gently placed a few strands of hair from his hand into it.

Chapter Fifteen: Family Heritage

"Boss, how was the chat?"

"Why are you asking me? I don't know any mind reading," the man in the trench coat said calmly from the back seat.

"But that kid was very clever. He understood what I meant the moment I said it, and he even cooperated by giving a joint statement. He didn't describe being attacked by Deadpool at all, and he was very calm. Most kids can't do that."

Upon hearing the man in the trench coat's words, the people in the car visibly tensed up.

"Should we...?"

"Tsk, hey, what's there to want! Keep observing and wait for the investigation results!" The man in the trench coat smacked his lips as he pulled out a bottle of whiskey from his treasure chest-like pocket, took a sip, and then clicked his tongue.

"You guys, dragon slaying isn't all about fighting and killing; it's about interpersonal relationships. If nothing unexpected happens, we'll all be colleagues in the future. If you make things so tense, once they graduate and join the action department, you can expect to be constantly harassed and punished."

Leaning comfortably back in the seat, the man in the trench coat nodded at the rearview mirror: "This is all experience, you guys should learn from it!"

"Yes, sir!"

It was as if there was a tracker in his mind, sensing that the four targets who had feelings for him were gradually moving away, while not far away, there were still several targets scattered around, one of which was a pancake vendor near their residential area.

This stall had just opened, and the owner was a newcomer. The pancake-making skills were as trendy as those in Guangdong during the humid season, so it wasn't surprising that Zhao Zizhan was able to detect it with magic.

I didn't notice anything unusual on Rhodes Island, but after arriving in Shilan City, I realized how useful this spell really is.

Whether someone is watching you, how many people are watching you, and where they are watching you—it's all crystal clear in your mind, like a Marauder's Map. It's a very novel experience, as if you've unlocked your sixth sense.

Given my own situation, and considering Ronaldinho's level, I'm probably no different from someone who has seen through the world.

Family members, there's a message!

While waiting for dinner, Old Zhao took off his suit jacket and changed into casual home clothes: "It's so hot! This weather is unbearable!"

Old Zhao used to be a soldier. After leaving the army, he spent many years traveling for business. He didn't neglect his physical training, but his physique still improved. There was nothing he could do about it. After returning from the army, once the training intensity decreased, his appetite dropped. Not many people could resist eating steamed buns.

Old Zhao glanced into the kitchen, sat down next to Zhao Zizhan, and put his arm around his shoulder: "Son, Dad has something to ask you."

Zhao Zizhan withdrew from the units that were monitoring him and looked at his adoptive father.

"What are you going to do with all that pork and vegetables you bought today?"

Zhao Zizhan's heart skipped a beat, and his body tensed abruptly. How did Old Zhao know? Was he secretly investigating him? But he wasn't listed among the several organizations he knew.

Seeing Zhao Zizhan's bewildered expression, Old Zhao grinned and said, "Hahaha, you little rascal, look at your face, you're like, 'How did I know?' Do you think I wouldn't know you bought so many things to bring home? Besides, all the meat you bought from the market came from your dad!"

"what?"

Zhao Zizhan was stunned. You mean my father owns a slaughterhouse, and I spend money to buy meat from a street vendor that the vendor gets from my father's slaughterhouse? Is that what you mean?

Oh no, I'm a clown!

"Dad, when did you open the slaughterhouse?"

Old Zhao waved his hand smugly: "It's just a small business under my control, nothing to brag about... By the way, you still haven't told me why you bought so much stuff?"

"Ah, I... I was just bored at home and thinking, um... to do some small business. Well, I... I won't do it again..." Zhao Zizhan shrugged. He was his own father, so he just had to admit defeat and not cause any trouble. He just wanted to avoid getting beaten by the old man. With all these incantations on his body, he was terrified that the old man would slap him and hurt him badly.

To Zhao Zizhan's surprise, Old Zhao looked at him with tears in his eyes: "What a good child... so alike, so very alike."

"You're just like your mother and me! You look alike, you have the same temper, and now you even act like us! Good for you!"

"Your mother was just like you back then. She wasn't content to rest on her ancestors' laurels and live off their wealth. She started building her own business when she was a teenager. Our family business was built by your mother single-handedly..."

"what?"

Zhao Zizhan felt like his brain wasn't working properly. This family was built by my mother. I thought my father built the business from scratch and married a rich and beautiful woman. Turns out, you're a man from humble beginnings.

Seeing Zhao Zizhan's strange look, Old Zhao put his arm around Zhao Zizhan's shoulder and led him to the ancestral tablets on one side of the house.

Facing the ancestral tablets, Zhao Miao introduced each one to Zhao Zizhan: "Your grandfather, Zhao Shuisheng, was born into a poor peasant family. He married a good wife, and his family acquired hundreds of acres of fertile land."

"Your great-grandfather, Zhao Yiluo, was considered a wealthy farmer during the Republic of China era. However, your great-grandmother's family owned a factory and was quite well-off."

"Your grandfather, Zhao Aiguo, joined the army in 1938 and met your grandmother in the military camp... Later, your grandfather went to Korea and never returned. Your grandmother took care of everything at home."

"Look, the reason our Zhao family has come this far is because of the abilities of the Zhao family members! We dare to work hard, we are capable, we have a good family tradition, harmonious couples, filial children, and loving brothers! This is also our Zhao family motto and glorious tradition! Zizhan, have you remembered it?"

Looking at the ancestral tablets filled with powerful figures, Zhao Zizhan nodded. With such a lineage of Dou Di, it's no wonder his father achieved what he has today.

Now that it's my generation, men should also strive to be strong!

Seeing his son nod, Old Zhao chuckled, glanced furtively into the kitchen, reached into the clock face, pulled out several bills, stuffed them into Zhao Zizhan's pocket, and whispered, "Don't let your mother know."

"Dad...you..." Zhao Zizhan felt the money in his pocket, his heart pounding. He had thought he was going to be scolded, reprimanded, or even whipped and punished. He had never imagined such a scene. Every penny he had in his previous life was earned through hard work. He had never experienced the feeling of someone stuffing money into his pocket like this.

"Son, if you want to do something, your father will definitely support you. If you encounter any difficulties, just tell me!"

"Um... if it's too difficult, then tell your mom!"

Zhao Zizhan gripped the money in his pocket, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He slowly nodded and said, "Okay, Dad!"

He had made up his mind; he would reveal part of his hand to the elderly couple during dinner!