Hawking seemed to see right through Susan's thoughts and immediately poured cold water on her idea:
"Don't think too much about it. This Portkey can only be used internally by the company and must not be used for any commercial purposes. Keep a close eye on it too. Don't let it get stolen. That's an order."
There was no end to the money one could make, and he did not need that much.
Using the Portkey's spatial abilities for commercial activities would certainly bring in a great deal of money, but it would also come with corresponding risks.
If it were taken and exploited by enemies again, that would be a joke.
Some things could not be handed over to the public, because handing them to the public meant handing them to the government, encouraging those ambitious people to entertain thoughts they never should have had.
"Alright."
Susan was a little disappointed, but she quickly adjusted. The company had many avenues for development. The Portkey was merely icing on the cake; it did not matter if they did not pursue that line of business.
"With the Portkey, the island, and the city, I'm confident we can finish setting up the venue within the scheduled time and hold the tournament on time."
The city had already been built. All that remained was to decorate it, connect the electricity, hire some service staff, and prepare to receive two hundred thousand spectators. They might even make quite a profit in the end.
The company also had many non-combat employees who could be of considerable help when the time came.
Sure enough, when it mattered most, Boss Hawking was the most reliable.
"Good. Then I'll leave the rest to you."
Hawking nodded in satisfaction and used a Portkey to send Susan back to the