The Teleporter Arrives, and the Cross-Border Rescue Officially Begins
"Comrade Logan..."
Sing Sing's eyes lit up, his foot was on the gas pedal and he kept talking:
"With your cut-resistant and self-healing hardware, you'd be a top choice for earthquake demolition!"
"If the tunnel boring machine cutterhead gets stuck, just crawl inside and snap a few times, and it'll be fixed!"
"Have you already sold me to your construction teams by weight?"
"Look at what you're saying, so distant!" Sing Sing changed gears. "Two at most!"
Wolverine turned his face away from the window, not wanting to listen to this bastard's rambling nonsense anymore.
Back in the motel's basement wine cellar.
Sing Sing cleared his throat and pointed directly at Wolverine, who had followed him in:
"Comrades! I have some good news! After in-depth discussions with the organization, Comrade Logan has been officially included in our team for the project inspection in China! Let's give him a round of applause!"
Upon hearing this, the Sand Rat raised its paw and clapped twice before noticing Wolverine's murderous gaze. It quickly shoved its paw behind its back.
Martha stared at Sing Sing, a hopeful glint in her cloudy eyes. "They really won't lock us up there?"
"Want to lock you up?"
"In our unit, you are under the jurisdiction of the Personnel Division. If anyone wants to move you, you have to fill out three transfer application forms, go through four levels of supervisor approval, and finally have a joint interview with five parties!"
The group didn't fully understand, but they felt inexplicably at ease.
While everyone else was resting, the Sand Rat sneaked over and said furtively, "Boss, what do you think of my skills? Can you take me to China too? I want to improve!"
"It's good that you have self-awareness. But with your history of cheating and deception, wanting to get a permanent position is pure fantasy!"
The Sand Rat frowned, about to sigh.
"However!" Sing Sing kept everyone in suspense.
"Our Prospecting Bureau drills exploratory wells year-round. You can start by working on an outsourced drilling team; if you do well, you can be offered a permanent position."
Outsourcing is fine too!
The Sand Rat's eyes were gleaming green.
"If you sign a labor agreement, work for three months without causing trouble, you'll get commercial accident insurance! If you get an excellent performance review at the end of the year, I'll personally arrange Six Insurances and Two Housing Funds for you!"
Six Insurances and Two Housing Funds?!
Sand Rat spend half their lives rolling in the mud, and they've never even seen a glimpse of social security, let alone gold!
Sing Sing leaned closer and said seriously, "The premise is that your hands and feet must be clean! If you dare to break the rules, these two gold pieces will immediately be converted into two stainless steel silver bracelets! Understand?"
"Understood! Don't worry, boss, I'll pretend I didn't see a gold brick fall on the ground!" The Sand Rat stood at attention and swore.
Sing Sing turned to look at Gambit, who was stuffing cigarettes into his trench coat. "Why are you all tidyed up like this? Are you fleeing a famine?"
"I've thought about it, but I've decided not to go with you."
"I can't stand living in an apartment for experts, I can't stand eating in a cafeteria, and I absolutely can't stand the daily grind. A wanderer like me should just leave when the wind blows."
Wolverine was drinking alone, chuckled.
This gambler had actually been tempted for a while.
But he was used to life in the mud and couldn't believe that there was such a thing as a stable life in this world.
Sing Sing didn't respond.
Of everyone present, the Gambit had the most contact with the company and knew the most about the various benefits and Gambit.
He pulled out the contract and stuffed it into the Gambit's collar.
"If I ever can't make a living on the streets, I'll take this piece of paper to the China Embassy, squat down, and shout 'I want to join the company.' That way, I'll avoid getting shot a couple more times."
"Are your embassy's rules so strict? You think you can just shout it out?"
Here you go.
Nina walked over and placed the trench coat button in her dirty hand.
The Gambit didn't take it, but squatted down and smiled, "I never take back what I've given away. Keep it as a souvenir."
"Keep it. That gray line on your body... it's not very dark."
The Gambit was taken aback.
Gray line?
That means nobody cares...
He picked up the button, stood up, and casually dusted off his clothes. "The fact that the gray line isn't too dark means there's still hope for me."
"You can mess around out there, but don't die out there," Wolverine suddenly blurted out.
"Dude, are you really concerned about me? That's giving me the creeps."
"You're overthinking it. I'm afraid if you die, there won't be one less person in the team to curse him for me."
"Hey! As the highest-ranking leader on site, I need basic workplace respect, okay?!"
Sing Sing protested on the spot, which made the Gambit burst out laughing.
As their parting was imminent, Sing Sing pulled two crumpled US dollars from his suitcase and stuffed them into the hand of the Gambit.
"Here's your travel allowance!"
The Gambit shook the two Franklins with disdain. "Two hundred dollars?! Is that enough to feed a beggar?"
"Be content! This is already the highest travel allowance for Deputy Division-Level cadre! Without an invoice, I'd have to write a self-criticism when I return home!"
The two argued fiercely for a full five minutes in the wine cellar over a difference of two hundred dollars.
The previously oppressive atmosphere was completely disrupted by this argument.
The Gambit stuffed the two hundred dollars into his pocket, waved casually, and turned to leave.
"That France is a homeless vagrant at heart."
Wolverine said, "You'd be better off expecting me to go to church and read the Bible than having him clock in on time."
Sing Sing doesn't care about this judgment.
"Our benefits are real and substantial; who knows, he might just sneak over here in a few days?"
"The leader's summary is so insightful!" Sand Rat patted his sunken chest and repeatedly expressed his approval.
"I will definitely work diligently and conscientiously, and I will never let the organization down!"
Sing Sing nodded in satisfaction and took out his rugged phone.
"Blue Elf, did you miss me?"
"You Blackheart foreman who exploits labor! I just applied for two days of compensatory time off!"
"Don't even think about making me do that kind of backbreaking labor that crosses half the globe again!"
"Three cups of special cheese and grape meat sauce, with double the amount of crispy boba. Plus a whole roast duck, crispy slices with skin, plated and served with sweet bean sauce and scallions."
Send me the exact coordinates.
Wolverine couldn't help but ask:
"You just used a few drinks and a duck to order a Mutants to work for you across half the globe?"
"Hey! What are you saying! This is called equivalent performance incentive!"
Sing Sing put his phone back in his pocket and began giving instructions.
"For talented individuals with special hobbies, catering to their interests is far more effective than spending real money."
"Once you join our company, as long as you do your job well, I can even have the logistics department bring you genuine Cuba cigars if you want."
Before long, purplish-blue ripples appeared in the center of the wine cellar.
A blue-skinned, red -Wandering Girl swaggered out of the void.
She was also holding a cup of taro bubble tea.
"Zhou Bapi, your taste in choosing business locations is terrible! It's either desert or these underground ruins."
"Working at the grassroots level requires adapting to local conditions, so please try to overcome the environmental difficulties."
Wolverine sized up the blue-skinned woman.
"Is this the deliveryman you mentioned who you can't drink with at the same table?"
"To correct you, I completely quit drinking a long time ago."
The Wandering Girl chewed the pearls in her mouth vigorously in rebuttal, a small puff appearing on her blue cheek.
"Right now, all I can drink is full-sugar milk tea!"