Holidays were always pleasant and short. Lu PingAn had once again begun busying himself with the future.
"Procurement has been going fairly smoothly. They gave us the water-surface facilities at cost, but there's still at least a thirty percent markup. It isn't just because of the military-industrial label; Mercury 42 has promising development prospects, so the prices of related supplies have risen accordingly."
Dragon Moon Island had entered summer—or rather, two-thirds of its year belonged to warm winds and vicious sunlight.
On an island with a tropical climate, the group inevitably grew somewhat lax. This was especially true when Lu Mouren, their BOSS, spent every day in flip-flops, Hawaiian shirts and shorts, and sunglasses, looking every bit like the Salted Fish King.
Lu PingAn did not crack down on them. On the contrary, he smiled and turned a blind eye.
He was happy to see that "vacation mindset" take shape. He had always been regulating the team's rhythm, making most people feel that "Earth is for vacations," while "other worlds are for risking your lives."
Throughout that process, not only did he lead by example in slacking off, but he also tried his best not to make the salaried "staff" work overtime.
Lu Mouren might not have been a qualified boss, but he was an experienced wage slave. At the very least, he knew that an annoying boss only drained people dry, and workers could only focus all their strength when they had been given sufficient resources.
"Have the bonuses been distributed? How have most people been spending them?"
"The resources and bonuses were distributed long ago. Based on the latest figures, over half of our personnel have used their resources to improve themselves. That's undoubtedly a good trend. It shows everyone has confidence in our team and is spending