People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

But after going through one round of interviews, he finally made up his mind.

招！

Putting everything else aside, Holheimer's professional knowledge and experience are absolutely top-notch. Ernst repeated the same questions he had used to stump Jeston yesterday to Holheimer, and after a brief moment of thought, Holheimer gave Ernst three answers.

On a professional sales level, she replied:

"To address this issue, we must first understand the customer's needs, that is, why the customer needs a cup of rumen milk, and why they specifically want this cup of rumen milk, and what unique value this cup of rumen milk has compared to other rumen milk. The essence of rumen milk is a commodity; everyone knows that once rumen milk is poured into the sea, it cannot be retrieved. However, blaming the customer is not something we should do. For this kind of almost difficult question, we need to consider the objective one-sidedness of the customer's needs and use this to demonstrate our company's ability to flexibly handle such needs."

After a moment of silence, she added:

"This cup of tumour milk was poured into the sea, and then drunk by everyone on this land. The reward we received for it—reputation, profits, experimental data—all came from that cup of tumour milk."

After speaking, she paused, smiled slightly, and said:

"Of course, as your secretary and a government official, I would give such a reply to such an unreasonable but necessary request."

"Before the tumour milk is poured into the sea, I would say that there is no tumour milk or sea here at all. This is a rumor."

"When tumour milk is poured into the sea, I will say that there is indeed a glass of tumour milk that will be poured into the sea, but that has nothing to do with us, and there is no evidence to prove that the glass of tumour milk is tumour milk and not juice or nuclear soda. Before the truth is found out, please be patient and we will not take any action."

"When the tumour milk is actually poured into the sea, I will explain that the pouring of tumour milk into the sea is an inevitable process, which is completely in line with the laws of physics and social norms. The process is reasonable and legal, and there is nothing we can do about it."

"And after the tumour milk was poured out, I would apologize and say that we had investigated and found out the truth, that it was indeed a cup of tumour milk, and that we should have done something at the time, but now it is too late."

She shrugged:

"We have apologized and clarified the facts, clearing the name of 'tumor milk,' so who can say we've done anything wrong?"

"What? What about the damaged interests? What about justice that's been delayed?"

She smiled, a helpless yet comforting smile playing on her lips.

"I'm sorry, I understand how you feel. We'll definitely do it next time."

Vina, the deputy interviewer, was stunned by Horhaiya's eloquent and flowing words. Her still slightly childish face was filled with disbelief, and her slightly open mouth was dry from breathing for so long. Only her pale golden eyes shone with a light of enlightenment, as if they had activated some memories etched into her blood.

Hinterlea had already silently retreated to the corner, warily eyeing Horhaia, who sat elegantly in the chair, and felt a chill run down her spine. Turning her head slightly, she saw Lola also cowering in the corner as if facing a formidable enemy, scrutinizing Horhaia warily, her eyes even carrying a hint of hostility.

"This guy is terrifying. He's so cunning. What if he corrupts Ernst?"

She muttered to herself. Her tone, besides worry, also contained a hint of fear and admiration.

Clearly, although she disliked Horhaya's "fourth-order strategy," she had to admit that Horhaya's ability to answer Ernst's almost difficult question in such a short time, and even give two answers in a row, was beyond doubt.

Ernst's reaction wasn't as strong as Vina's and the other two's, but he had already sat up straight and his expression became serious.

"And what's the third answer?"

“The third answer…” Holhaia paused for a moment, stood up, leaned forward towards Ernst until the boy could feel her hot breath on his nose, and then answered provocatively, “You know how to find a cup of milk after pouring it into the sea, don’t you, Mr. Interviewer?”

She extended her slender, pink tongue and slowly licked her bright red lips, as if she were salivating over some sweet delicacy:

"After all, didn't you pick out my 'tumor milk' from a sea of ​​resumes?"

She suddenly lowered her voice, teasing him in a low whisper, just loud enough for Ernst to hear:

"If you'd like, you can enjoy this cup of 'tumor milk' slowly in the future~"

hiss--

Ernst turned his head to the side, forcibly pulling his reason away from the uncontrollable fantasies, and took several deep breaths to make sure that his slightly flushed cheeks would not turn into an intriguing blush.

This woman is formidable.

Although she has a bit of a problem with hierarchy, that can be gradually corrected in the future. Things are different in Sherag than in Colombia. With her mother, Yeragand, helping to keep things in check, she won't cause any trouble.

Ah, Yeragund's mother! Praise be to Yeragund, Golem!

Ernst silently recited Jeragund's name with a very pragmatic and devout air, and felt the holy stone in his arms radiating a faint warmth in response to his prayer.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

The faint warmth was like a comforting word, instantly calming Ernst's restless heart as if his mother had suddenly opened the bedroom door.

He turned around and looked at Horhyah with a blank expression. His calm, saintly expression made Horhyah, who had just launched a triumphant combo, pause slightly and begin to doubt her own charm.

Is it that aesthetic standards have changed, or is Ernst really that uniquely eccentric? He kept me hanging on until the very end before finally interviewing me, and even though I was practically right in front of him, Ernst didn't react at all.

Could it be that he is "ill"?

Wait a minute, the three young girls next to Ernst don't look very old, but they are all beauties. If he didn't have that ability, he wouldn't have recruited such a group of people, right?

Their young age inevitably means a lack of experience, and a lack of experience means their abilities are unlikely to be very strong. These young girls don't seem to have any powerful background or status, so connections are unlikely. Ernst couldn't have taken them in just to test his self-control, could he?

Tsk, wait a minute, Ernst's seemingly sage-like state... could it be because...?

For the first time, her resolve to apply for the job wavered briefly.

Young people these days, they're really getting creative...

But she quickly composed herself.

She played games lavishly, and although Horhaya herself had no experience, the four hundred years of memories in her mind were not fake; mentally, she had long been a lewd old woman.

Anyway, her goal was to go to Sherag to find historical materials about the feathered serpent and, incidentally, to help the Melander Foundation gather some intelligence on the snow country that was finally starting to move. Such a simple task was no challenge for an experienced spy like her!

All she needs to do is focus on being a good secretary, carry out her solo mission as an infiltrator, and then go back and give that Tin Man a good thrashing!

"What office AVI, what undercover investigator series, Holhaya, are you afraid of that kind of stuff?"

"I'm not afraid at all!"

A surge of confidence, like that of a wicked old woman, erupted within her as Holhaya said solemnly:

"So, Mr. Interviewer, are you satisfied with my answer?"

"Satisfied. You're accepted." Ernst nodded, his heart bleeding as he uttered those words.

I agreed to her request, and this is an expense far exceeding that of a college student!

But the only downside to expensive things is that they are expensive!

Ernst's aggressive gaze scrutinized Holhaya from head to toe, as if trying to see through her disguise and uncover everything she was hiding.

He said earnestly, with hope in his eyes:

"I hope you won't let me down."

This time, Horhaya guiltily turned her face away and stared into the distance.

We can say this privately, right?

In public, we don't need to be so blunt.

Chapter 43 Christensen: Ernst called you out, Nastya

Columbia, Trimont, Rhine Life Building.

The achievements of Rhine Life need no further elaboration; its glory and honors are like the bright moon and stars in the sky, dazzling and breathtaking.

In just a few short years—a remarkably short period compared to the rise of a typical industry giant—it has grown into a pivotal force in Trimont's scientific community. Even established giants like Beach Umbrella, with their long-standing reputation and the backing of powerful conglomerates, are now listed alongside RheinLife in the city government's annual list of acknowledgments.

It has shed the shabby word "etc." in "beach umbrellas and other well-known local enterprises".

The success of Rhine Lab is inseparable from its legendary founder.

Christen Wright, the only daughter of the brilliant scientists Christen Wright and Christen Wright, is a title that alone is enough to demonstrate the extraordinary qualities of this powerful woman known as the "Chief Executive." But what truly makes the name of this founder of Rhine Labs shine is her own achievement in the field of scientific research.

"You may not understand what a polymath is."

"From high-energy physics to biochemistry, environmental science, and materials science, from polar engineering to archaeological excavation, Christensen is an expert in everything that can be called science. Note my wording: expert, not just knowledgeable."

"Without a doubt, she is such a person. For any ambitious and questioning scientist, she has a charm like a medium-rare Kobe camel steak, making people drool over her brain from the bottom of their hearts."

"Hehe, you're right. As the head of the Structural Department, my greatest wish in this life is to live a long time so that I can personally cut open Christen's skull and see how so-called geniuses are physiologically different from us mediocre people."

Holding his coffee cup, the ever-smiling Caprini took a sip of his fragrant black bean tea and murmured thoughtfully to himself,

"There must be differences."

The visiting interns looked at each other, their faces showing varying degrees of confusion and even panic. They seemed bewildered that the renowned biologist Professor Palvis had made such a terrorist-like statement.

But Palvis just shook his head indifferently.

"You'll understand sooner or later."

"Understand what?"

A clear, cool voice came from the department entrance, instantly attracting Palvis's attention. He practically jumped off the swivel chair in a way completely out of character for an elderly man with clumsy legs, looked at the blonde woman at the door whose attire was, to put it mildly, regrettable, and exclaimed in surprise:

"What brings you here, Commander-in-Chief?"

"I just happened to be passing by."

She glanced at the few interns in the department. These were the cream of the crop, handpicked and selected by Yara, the head of the personnel department.

But none of them caught Christensen's eye.

She quickly looked away and gave the order:

"There will be a section chief meeting at 3 o'clock. Remember to arrive on time."

Palvis pushed up his glasses, his pupils reflecting the light with disbelief:

"emergency meeting?"

Christen nodded, and said with an incongruous tone, "Very important."

.............

"Everyone is here, so I now declare the meeting open."

Christen glanced at everyone in the conference room: Seria from the Defense Department, Muirsey from the Ecology Department, Ferdinand from the Energy Department, Yara from the Human Resources Department, and Palvis from the Structural Department. All five founders of Rhine Life were present, along with Nastie, the newly joined Director of the Engineering Department, and Justin, the Director of the Business Department.

The only absentee was Mariam, the head of the research department. This man, who was more like an adventurer than a scientist, was currently in the remote Sami Icefield. With Christen's parents' aircraft development failing and ending in a crash, it was obviously impossible for him to make it to the meeting in time.

Fortunately, no one questioned his absence; everyone was used to it.

After Christensen's announcement, Muirsay was the first to ask the question everyone wanted to ask:

"Why is Christen so eager to gather everyone together?"

She was genuinely curious.

Christen is an eccentric individual. Despite being the head of Rhine Labs, there's a saying: "If you find Christen in the head office, something big is definitely going to happen at Rhine Labs today." This amply demonstrates his causal-level influence in the office, comparable to Wang Feng releasing a new song.

An emergency meeting of section chiefs, as is the case now, has only happened three times in the history of Rhine Life.

The first time was when Rhine Life formally established a departmental system. The other two times were when Justin was brought in to establish the Business Department and Nastie was brought in to establish the Engineering Department.

Clearly, all of this is related to Rhine Life's new department.

So, Muirsay was incredibly excited: "Are we going to have a new friend again? Will it be that genius this time? Let me guess, is it the recently famous Mr. Levy? Or...?"

"The purpose of this meeting is not to add new departments," Christen interrupted Muirsey crisply.

The water sprite pouted, looking aggrieved, and turned her head away: "Christen is still the same, she has absolutely no emotional intelligence! A mood killer!"

Unexpectedly, Seria chimed in, "Director Muirsay, let's stop for a moment, be serious, and listen to what Christen has to say before we speak."

"You too, Atmosphere Destroyer Number Two!" Muirseth waved his fist, looking like he was about to unleash a Muirseth-style water punch.

Unfortunately, neither Christensen nor Seria paid any attention to her.

Muirsey had no choice but to abandon her plan to liven things up and slumped onto the table like a melted jelly.

“We are here to discuss a collaboration,” Christen continued, “a collaboration proposed by the Sherrag government, facilitated by Mr. Cliff, CEO of Blacksteel International.”

"They were willing to open up Kjerag's highest peak—the Matterhorn—to us for limited scientific research. Of course, it was a deal."

"What do they want?" Justin Jr. was the first to speak. As the head of the business department, he was extremely sensitive to the word "deal." "Sherag, a neighboring yet completely unfamiliar country, what does their government want from us by making this deal?"

"Advanced weapons? The latest scientific research results? Or perhaps..."

Justin's expression darkened slightly, and his forced smile looked somewhat frightening.

"They want to get intelligence about the Colombian military from us?"

Christen shook her head.

Justin Timberlake might be a little too clever, actually treating Shelag as a country on par with Colombia.

But in reality? It's still unknown whether the GDP of Sheraco in a year is more or less than the revenue of Rhine Life in a year, so what use is the intelligence of the Colombian military?