Hex Technology Tycoon of American Comics

"This will be the main crop on the plantation - of course, it will only be sown in large areas after security construction is completed."

Some computers and experimental equipment have been moved to Carl's site.

The plant he was talking about was a mutated plant used to make shimmer.

The use of radiation and some special drugs may induce mutations, but the problem is that these plants themselves are not pollinated, that is, they have no fruits and seeds and cannot reproduce independently.

If you want to get new plants, you can only induce mutations one by one.

Let Carl manage 50 acres of land by himself, so that he can switch to farming exclusively in the future.

Dr. Tumlow's major is human genetic genealogy, and he is also exposed to some research in the humanities and social sciences. This is why he found the cat tribe.

In other words, it has a certain basis in genetic engineering.

"Plant genome? This may be somewhat different from my research direction..."

"You are a doctor. There are differences in the research methods of plant genes and human genes, but they are not significant in essence." Karl pointed to the data above in front of the computer, "Of course, you can also say that you don't know how, so I will do it now. I’ll take care of you.”

"Well... it's really not difficult, as long as you have the resources." Tumlow waved his hand quickly, "But I still didn't expect that you are actually the... new inventor of Stark Industries."

"If you are smarter, you should know that you just need to accept this silently - as promised, I will help you solve the identity problem, and one day in the future you can see your family again.

But if you're not smart..."

Carl made a motion of wiping his neck.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

After saying that, Tumluo went to work hard in the newly built wooden house.

Both whites and blacks need motivation, but whites are more willing to accept some verbal stimulation.

This guy can be regarded as a picked talent. He is proficient in various African continent languages ​​and is the most suitable to help Karl gain a foothold here.

It is unrealistic to pick up this place within a few months. There must be someone who understands science and management to help it develop.

Of course, there is someone else who has real leadership and security.

Greer also ran back at this time. She didn't have many tasks, she just went out to hunt.

"I didn't expect you to be a...chief!"

Greer's words made Carl almost spit out the water he just drank.

"Is there something wrong?" Greer was stunned for a moment, "Here, only the chief can obtain such a large amount of land!"

"Of course that's not right. There are indeed many chiefs on this continent, but Cameroon is a country in the world market after all. I just have a little money."

Karl waved his hands quickly, and then said: "I want you to come with me. In order to appear in front of the world, you'd better learn some secular things."

"I'm still learning!" Greer nodded seriously, "Do you think I still have any problems with Huayin now?"

"...Actually, there are still some problems. Why do you have a big tongue?"

"Some syllables in English do not exist in our indigenous languages. I have worked hard!" Greer rolled his eyes. "And you know whether my tongue is big or flexible."

Karl blushed and pretended to cough twice - this was true.

"Then the second thing, you have to learn to wear clothes like mine in the future." Karl said and took out a box, which was full of serious modern clothes.

This actually earned Greer another eye roll: "To be honest, I liked your previous clothes better. They looked very safe..."

"Look, this is what you need to adapt to. If I dressed like that in human society, you would feel safe, but other people would probably call the police."

"Police? Are you afraid of the police? But they clearly..."

Carl held his forehead and thought that the cognitive gap between this kitten and serious society was too great, and he didn't know if he could integrate in.

For example, regarding the police issue, she thought that police all over the world were like the Cameroon police.

But in fact, as long as it is a serious and stable country, the police's combat effectiveness is not weak, let alone an Eagle country.

The good news is that Greer's curiosity always keeps her learning, and her ideas change quickly, so there is no big problem for the time being.

Karl planned to take her to the world's largest city for "further education" and then send her back.

After a while, Greer finally changed into clothes of modern society.

I have to say that Greer, who is good-looking and has a perfect figure, makes people feel happy no matter what she wears. Her slender legs are just as sexy when hidden under jeans. Even a long windbreaker cannot cover her perfect figure.

What made Karl feel strange was that one second this woman said she didn't like this kind of covering clothes, and the next second she started to "change" excitedly.

"Stop! You look good in anything you wear! But considering this is Africa and we're still working, you'd better pick something less revealing and then I'll start preparing your new identity."

"Okay, I really want to try some more combinations." Greer said regretfully, "And I still don't like these clothes that are too tight, and the mobility is too poor."

Karl shrugged and did not answer the question, but looked at the land in front of him.

"What are you thinking?"

Greer tilted his head and approached Karl, seeming to be curious as to why Karl had been so often stunned since he "returned to society."

Of course, Karl was not really in a daze. He was thinking about what benefits he could get from the upcoming events, and which part of the conditions he needed could be filled by this benefit.

But it was obviously a bit difficult for Greer to understand.

Karl woke up from his thoughts and explained: "Just like hunting, hunters usually have to hold their breath and hide for a long time before taking action, adjusting their own state in order to make a steady and ruthless strike."

"So what's the prey? Hunting doesn't happen from a chair."

"Well... the 'hunting' and 'exercise' of human society is a more... abstract process, so thinking is adjustment."

Karl patted himself and stood up from the chair.

The plantation has been fenced, which took a lot of effort from Carl.

As for the identity problem of the cat tribe, it is also easy to solve. There is no household registration system in Africa, or to put it bluntly, there is not even a sound identity management system.

It's normal for a group of people to pop up out of nowhere.

Make up a few names, then go to the official department to register, and then Karl hires someone, and the identity is created.

This makes it much easier to buy materials and rent equipment. The only problem is that the cat people only know those strange rituals and customs, and they know nothing about civil construction.

But...A large part of the reason for Africa's inability to rise is due to warlords' fighting. All rulers do not pay attention to building trust, which leads to no long-term expectations and thus no development.

If I could change this situation, maybe I could make this a base camp?

If we look for ready-made engineers and mid-to-high-end talents to fill the business landscape that Karl envisioned, they will never be able to bypass their homeland--

Almost all of these people had to receive compulsory education when they were growing up, including patriotic education.

Africa is different. In fact, they are always ready to take up guns to liberate this and to republic that.

A group of blank sheets of paper without any thought, a huge number of young and middle-aged laborers...

It seems feasible.

After speaking, Karl called the busy Tumlow over: "I have an extra task for you."

"What task? If it is to speed up the progress of the project, I advise you not to think about it. People here don't like overtime work, and they won't be happy even if they are paid.

On the contrary, they are happy to report to the regulatory authorities and let them collect the money..."

"That's not what I'm talking about. I'm thinking about setting up a small school here to provide basic education to unclaimed orphans and children who lack care."

Tumlo's eyes lit up: "You mean charity schools? Actually, I am also very interested in this kind of thing. Think about it, this is the youngest region in the world, how many labor forces are there?"

"There are some differences... I hope to make certain trade-offs in value judgment - after all, I have no obligation to teach them to love Cameroon."

"Uh... It sounds like they are training spies, but that's not a problem. They don't care about children and education." Tumlo shrugged and continued:

"Farming requires hard work day after day, but it only takes one second to pick up a gun and kill a person. Chaos has been imprinted on the minds of everyone here."

"But other than children -- or children being very malleable, I wonder if there's no biological resistance?"

"Of course! With all due respect, I also hate those idle black gang members, but to be fair, the environment in which they grew up is largely responsible for this.

Chaos allows for better selection of aggressive genes, but they are still humans, and I guarantee you, if you are willing to put in the investment, they will become a reliable workforce. "

Tumlow slapped his chest and assured Carl that, in fact, that was what he did.

PhD in genetic genealogy and humanities.

And his ability to patiently guide the cat people to build a fence proves this.

"That's good, but I don't have much money now."

"That's bad news because this kind of activity usually..."

"It takes a lot of resources to invest - I'm not a fool, can you hear me out?" Carl was a little bit pained. This doctor is good at everything, but he talks too much.

Tumlo shut his mouth.

"I will first fund the infrastructure construction. I want you to first gather a group of children you think can be educated and educate them. It doesn't need to be too many, 20 is enough.

I can still afford this.

As for scaling up, I'll give you a very clear signal.

My requirements are also very simple. They need to have three characteristics: loyalty, professionalism and obedience. Their occupations are mainly professional technicians and security personnel. Can they do it? "

Tumlow responded decisively: "Of course, that's what I want to do."

"Very good." Karl nodded with satisfaction, "Then I now officially appoint you as the director of the development department of this land - give it a new name, director."

Tumluo scratched his head after hearing this and said:

"I'm not very good at giving names. Since the first residents here were cat people, let's call this place...

Black-footed cat base. "

"Congratulations on your official appointment." Karl put his hand on Tumlow's shoulder, and the two looked side by side towards the cat tribe who were building a house.

"This is your new home, let's create the future."

The sun gradually sets, and red light shines on the land. A wooden house that is not grand, but should be very sturdy is being built.

Looking at this scene, Tumluo's heart was filled with pride and ambition.

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"Sir, your motivation method is used appropriately. This chicken blood should be enough for Dr. Tumlow to use for a long time."

Back at the hotel, Blitzcrank complimented.

"But everything is based on the fact that I gave him enough support and the consistency of our goals." Although Karl was modest, he was smiling.

Finding a doctor with a double degree and rich work experience is a major excavation in human resources.

"Congratulations, sir. But I'm afraid you have a new assignment, Mr. Obadiah is calling."

Karl raised his eyebrows: "Answer."