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Lynn's official accent obviously can't fully meet Mr. Metatron's needs. Although speaking Mandarin is not necessarily equivalent to nonsense, it is indeed difficult to extract useful things from Mandarin if it is not for those who study that set. Come, so Metatron frowned just right.

"So?"

The simplest expression is also the general confusion of human beings. He didn't understand what Lynn wanted to express.

"So, stability is more important than everything, no matter which aspect." Seeing this, Lynn still showed some red lines slightly blatantly. "Besides, out of concern for the power of controlling the huge area under the jurisdiction, mentor, as one of the leaders of the development team, I have the right to make certain recruitment suggestions to the headquarters, such as temporary workers."

Lynn's words inadvertently revealed the fact that his actual rights have been equal to the branch minister.

"Temporary workers..."

A new vocabulary, not only inspired Metatron, but also made the elf maiden hiding in the Silmarillion can't help complaining. Lynn really has a lot of tricks. If he really wants to learn it badly, it is estimated that It can be blackened in minutes, and a smart Beyonder who has knowledge is blackened, and the damage caused is extremely spectacular. .

Temporary workers, what a wonderful existence.

The salary is low, and there is no need to worry about welfare. You can give them any work, and hang them by turning upright, like a radish hanging in front of a donkey, allowing them to run forward by themselves. If something really happened, pushing the temporary worker forward and issuing a dismissal notice is guilty.

The favorite operation of the ruling class is to graft risks onto other people. This is similar to the scenario where you take out a loan to buy an unfinished building. The real estate developer borrows money from the bank to develop it. The building is unfinished, and the bank can transfer risks to people who buy houses as a vulnerable group. In this way, as a consumer, multiple risks are transferred. In the deformed real estate economy, there will be unlucky people. normal now.

Of course, Lynn's plan to hire temporary workers is not a **** to sacrifice.

He is trying to figure out how to mobilize the enthusiasm of different groups of people.

The skilled workers to be recruited in the future are fine, but what about the Beyonders who are currently recruiting? After all, the headquarters didn't say that it's not allowed to recruit Beyonder temporary workers, right? He didn't necessarily recruit fighters, he could also be scholars from the University of Livia, or some non-governmental Beyonder organizations. As for the enthusiasm of these people, Mr. Xiao scratched his head, and decided to use career establishment as the initial stimulus. the point.

Loyalty, honor, sacrifice.

The object of this is often the ruler, which means that the establishment in the system should have a good attraction for Beyonders. After all, eating public meals always sounds more prestige, and it is linked to power.

"Sounds like a new way of promotion for civil servants?"

Metatron's eyes brightened a little. After listening to Lynn's popular science about temporary workers, who only said good things and not bad ones, and only praised his flexibility and not his shortcomings, the professor of history at the University of Livia was obviously moved. Most of the folk Extraordinary people prefer to be able to rely on the official name, the reason is that they are guaranteed.

Otherwise, what happened in the city is related to the Extraordinary Invasion. It is good for the law enforcement officers to visit the door with a rude attitude. If it is worse, they will directly invite you to drink tea in the bureau. ], calling those Beyonders to come and cooperate with the investigation, without caring about the other party’s gentleman’s identity at all, this is a very shameless behavior.

"You're right to think so. For me, the amount of control in the downtown area is naturally helpful for the future."

Lin En smiled warmly, and Junxiu's eyebrows were full of fox-like cunning.

"I probably need a little time to think about it."

Metatron was moved but not in a hurry. After all, it was something new. Even if Lynn only picked a good one, and there was no contract here, he wouldn't be so eager to show his mind.

A lot of good things.

As the saying goes, brothers and sisters have to settle accounts clearly. Only when the accounts are clear will they not be separated from each other. They are former students and mentors, so the accounts must be calculated more clearly. Disputes of interests have always been the source of conflicts. This is the case from big countries to small traders.

"As it happens, the first thing I also need a little time to think about."

Lynn also said the same thing casually.

His unsmooth conversation made Metatron raise his brows.

"I have other things recently. I will step up and apply for some documents and contracts with the headquarters. When you think about it, mentor, you might as well send someone a letter to my house. As for the time, it is best to hurry up, because the train When you start running, you don't pay attention to those who don't get in the car, so you can only be left behind. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"It shouldn't take too long for me to think about it."

After the last polite greeting, Lynn walked out of the teaching building with a kind of sternness and sternness. Among a group of young and childish college students, he appeared unusually conspicuous, as if the road he was walking was dignified and grand. Let the fledglings who have not spread their wings subconsciously avoid him.

Metatron stood in the corridor and looked down at Lynn's dazzling figure. He couldn't help but lightly put his hands on the wooden handrail, as if he was reminiscing about the conversation just now. A natural expression of respect without fear.

"Laika, you have an excellent son, you should rest assured now, but unfortunately I don't know where you are now, if you are still alive..."

Thinking of his old friend, Metatron couldn't help but sigh.

Instead of putting his eyes on Lynn, he turned leisurely to the lead-clouded sky.

Under the same sky, everyone is equally threatened by the cold current. Even if it is near the warm water port, many people are carried out of the city every winter in Stim. The church leads the cremation, or quietly in a certain rot in place. At this time, the relatively warm underground tunnel has become a natural haven.

Sophia was very busy on this side, sweating on her forehead, dragging a sled loaded with coal and wood, and knocking on the door of the third team to send warmth.

The eldest sister's head is tightly wrapped, but her eyes are extraordinarily flexible, looking in all directions.

Suddenly a person hurried past her field of vision. That person was wearing very thin clothes, with a relatively rare black medium and short hair that was close to her hair and ears. The blue-black eyes seemed to be searching for something, and after finding nothing. It quickly disappeared from Sophia's eyes.

That is one, Extraordinary.