Another week passed…
After a week of hard work, Shane had successfully produced the design blueprints for the BB-8 production line.
The rest was just a matter of sending them to manufacturers for custom production.
Shane didn’t handle this personally; instead, he left it to Smith.
It had to be said, however, that while BB-8’s external appearance wasn’t particularly impressive and its intelligence wasn’t peak-level, some of the technology inside its chassis was highly advanced for this era.
To ensure that BB-8’s technology wasn’t stolen, Shane sent the blueprints for different components of the production line to various separate companies for manufacturing.
As for the final overall assembly, he left that production line for BB-8 to complete itself.
Still, it must be noted that BB-8 was not a fully mature robot.
It only knew how to repair; it didn’t know how to manufacture.
“As an intelligent robot, the fact that you can’t even build yourself is something I find shameful on your behalf.”
After handing over the data for the assembly line to BB-8, Shane gave it a stern lecture.
Faced with Shane’s criticism, BB-8 could only lower its head to show it knew it was wrong, even if its capabilities were limited.
“Alright!
It’s enough that you know you’re wrong.
Make sure you improve in the future!
For now, this factory floor is yours.
The materials will be in the warehouse soon.
Notify me once the production line is assembled.
Don’t go outside yourself; don’t let anyone see you.”
Faced with Shane’s instructions, the ashamed BB-8 nodded rapidly.
“I understand, sir!”
After admonishing the immature BB-8, Shane left the factory space Smith had rented for him.
Now, he was heading to Ohio for a site inspection.
He would be accompanied by the team from the construction company he had hired to perform a final confirmation of the geological conditions of the land he was buying.
After the designer had revised the base’s blueprints multiple times according to his demands, Shane had finally received them yesterday.
The design of the entire base…
how should he put it?
“It’s mediocre!
It doesn’t quite fit my vision, but it’ll do for now.
It’s not my fault the current construction conditions can’t meet the requirements.”
“What can I do?
My hands are tied!
It’s not like I’m intentionally making things hard for the designer; it’s this world that’s making things hard for him.”
He drove all the way to the airport, met with the head of the construction company, and boarded a flight to Ohio.
Shane was in a good mood throughout the trip.
After all, he was about to have a territory that belonged entirely to him.
Even though this territory had nearly emptied his wallet.
In this world, energy equaled money, and he was about to stand on land overflowing with it.
When Shane finally stepped onto the land he had purchased, his good mood reached its peak.
He felt as though a glorious future was walking toward him, with a brilliant spotlight shining on him alone.
But he quickly calmed down.
He remembered exactly what kind of world he was in.
“If this were my previous life, I really would have reached the pinnacle.
Money represented everything there.”
“But that won’t work here!
Money doesn’t represent strength, so I have to work even harder.”
“Only by using strength to avoid all dangers can I truly have a bright future.”
Regaining his composure, Shane took a deep breath of the Ohio air.
He had paid for the air on this piece of land now; he couldn’t just let it drift into other people’s lungs.
“Mr.
Shane!
This way, please.
The design team is waiting for you up ahead.
They will explain the construction process to you.”
Following the escort, Shane soon saw the group of designers he had nearly driven insane.
Currently, the designers’ eyes were full of resentment, but they could only force smiles for Shane.
Oh, and curiosity.
They were curious what kind of brain it took to come up with such an anti-human building and then actually spend money to build it.
‘Is this guy just sick in the head?
Oh, Great America!
We can’t let him stay out just because he’s rich.
We should lock him up in a mental institution!
If possible, they should build a Gotham-style Arkham Asylum right here in America just for him and rich guys like Bruce.’
Faced with designers who smiled on the outside but were cursing him in their hearts, Shane simply kept smiling.
He didn’t care about the feelings of these commoners.
He only needed them to work for him—ideally, to produce the most excellent work for the lowest possible price.
“Since you’re all ready, let’s begin!”
“My time is precious.
You can’t afford the money it would take to waste it.”
“Furthermore, I’m the one paying you right now.”
Hearing his words, all the designers lowered their heads simultaneously.
‘I’ve seen plenty of arrogant clients, but today I’ve seen a new peak.
The land of the free, and I want to quit every single day.’
After a brief emotional adjustment, the designers regained their professional composure.
They rolled out the blueprints and began explaining the details to Shane.
“Mr.
This cave is part of the original terrain…
according to our design, it will become the first corridor of the base…”
Shane spent the entire day with the aggrieved designers.
After their explanation, Shane once again tore down their design proposals and raised a slew of new requirements, sending the designers back to the drawing board.
Over the course of that day, the designers finally understood Shane’s intent.
Essentially: the more “anti-human” the design, the more it likely aligned with Shane’s wishes.
“After all this time, these dense fellows finally saw the light.”
“As expected, having too much hair was just hindering their career prospects.”
“Take that chief designer, for instance.
Not a single hair on his head, and his thinking speed is incredible.
He’s the one who understands my vision best.”
“But this group of fools really annoyed me.
They actually wasted my time.”
“No!
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
I’m actually paying them to waste my time!”
“Ugh!
I can’t stand it!”
Once the designers fully grasped his meaning, Shane took a flight back to New York that very night.
He still had to upgrade the Hummingbird Drones; there simply wasn’t enough time.
After all, his current funds were nowhere near enough to build the entire base and purchase nuclear industry equipment.
Therefore, he had to produce the prototypes as quickly as possible and then find a channel to military procurement officers.
Only by getting the military’s approval and securing an order could he go to the bank for a loan.
“Why is it that other transmigrators can make money so easily, spend so little to build an incredible base, and somehow never need a loan?”
“Damn it!
Am I being treated differently?”
“Hey, you hack author writing my story!
Are you intentionally making things hard for me?”
Shane’s doubts and jealousy were always plentiful.
However, no one was there to answer him.
Even I merely chuckled at his complaints.
Hmph!
Ridiculous transmigrator.
You aren’t him…
Oh…
I can’t say more.
The Watcher has noticed this universe, and he has noticed me too.
I cannot interfere with Shane’s story, so I’ll let him tell it himself.