Baker watched them go inside, and then began to disguise himself as well.
He was invited not as a customer, but as a businessman.
Donning a mask, and having been contacted by the resistance, he is now a merchant with a large supply of goods and is looking for people to sell them.
If it were the old Baker, even if this identity were fake, he would never have carried out this plan.
But after his ordeal in the thorn garden, he has grown up and is no longer the stubborn and inflexible boy he once was.
Although growing up is a good thing, he would rather he were still the boy he used to be.
Beneath the mask, Baker suppressed his sigh and boarded the waiting car by the roadside.
As a merchant who controls a large supply of goods, how could he possibly walk there by himself?
Meanwhile, people were already waiting at the entrance of the Moyu Home.
"Boss, we don't need more staff, so why do we need to order more stock?"
Irving chuckled coldly: "Just because we don't lack it now doesn't mean we won't lack it later."
As a confidant of the city lord, he learned from Green what was to be done here next.
An uncertain experiment can only rely on human lives to produce results.
Green had also hinted at this.
If they run out of manpower later, Irving feels that he will never have another chance to curry favor with the city lord.
Fortunately, he was lucky; he didn't have to contact many people before the city lord personally recommended him.
This solved Irving's immediate problem.
"Hopefully the price is acceptable."
Owen sighed. Recently, due to the resistance, profits in other areas had plummeted, and there wasn't much working capital left.
As I pondered this, a car slowly approached from a distance.
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