Beverage Factory

After Stiller brought up the name "Nightless Sky Huo Le," the Intern was clearly stunned and ran into the factory.

Watching Stiller's performance, Lin Yu was also filled with emotion.

In a sense... Stiller's acting skills are actually quite mediocre. If Lin Yu were to actually make a movie and Stiller were Actor in the crew, he certainly wouldn't assign Stiller any particularly important roles; he would only let him play minor parts.

Unless there's a supporting role that allows Stiller to "play himself."

"Schreiber" is clearly not a role that Stiller could play himself.

But...

Just as Lin Yu had explained to Stiller, he was to play not "Schreiber," but "Supervisor Arthur."

Or rather...

It is the role of "Supervisor Arthur, played by Schreiber".

Lin Yu is quite satisfied with the current performance of Stiller.

Lin Yu even felt...

This is even better than his own portrayal of "John H. Arthur".

The reason certainly doesn't lie in "acting skills," but rather in "information gap."

"As expected, compared to the Native of the City That Never Sleeps and the regular employees of Truth Company, I still don't understand enough how A-Class supervisors treat their subordinates or ordinary employees..."

In fact, Stiller knew more about these things than the average employee of Truth Company and citizen of Nightless Sky.

Because he was an "Artificial Humans," he entered the Truth Company almost from birth, so in a sense... Stiller was a genuine "company product."

His understanding of the company has reached a very profound level.

And after Stiller finished applying the pressure...

Within a minute or so, a large group of people came out of the factory area.

A middle-aged man in a suit strode forward, followed by a group of employees dressed in either work clothes or uniforms.

"I'm so sorry, Supervisor Arthur," the middle-aged man began apologizing loudly before even reaching Lin Yu and Stiller, then stopped and bowed. "I'm Vitadel, the second-level supervisor of the New O-E District at the Outer City Food Processing Plant, rank B-2. You can just call me Little Vitadel..."

"Indeed, most of our supervisors and managers are reporting to President Paris, and I'm on the front lines overseeing production standards... Of course, I originally wanted to come and greet you, but your arrival was too rushed. I thought that instead of hastily coming out to greet you, it would be better to plan your inspection route within the factory area and prepare exquisite gifts for you... In addition, I noticed that one of the requirements of your visit is to meet with President Paris, so I was also waiting to inform President Paris as soon as possible."

The person in charge, Vita, continued to explain.

Stiller didn't press the matter further, simply nodding indifferently.

"Yes, I understand... You do have difficulties, after all, President Paris is here, and you really need to treat him well."

"Besides, he's probably not in a good mood lately and isn't so easy to please... but you still need to follow the most basic etiquette and hospitality."

"Your production line was personally approved by President Paris, and I have a deep business relationship with President Paris, always standing by his side. So, although I don't have any functional or operational overlap with your new production line, you're practically family, and I won't be too harsh on you," Stiller paused, looking the other person up and down. "But... Mr. Vita, what if it were another A-Class manager who isn't so familiar with the President today? Would production standards be more important than hospitality during an inspection?"

"Even... what if the other party isn't 'unfamiliar,' but rather 'has a rift' with them... or perhaps they've come with some kind of mission?"

"Won't your actions give the other party something to criticize?"

Stiller spoke, the Vita manager nodded repeatedly.

"You're right... This is indeed something we need to strengthen our management of. Thank you for identifying this problem for us."

Stiller shook his head.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore... Take me to see President Paris."

"I'm not going to look at your factory's production lines; I'm not really here for an inspection."

Manager Vita hesitated for a moment. "This... Supervisor Arthur, I've already reported your visit to the conference room, but President Paris hasn't given a reply yet..."

"No need for all that trouble. Just lead me to the conference room door, and I'll go in myself—I'll explain to President Paris," Stiller said confidently. "He won't blame you for this. If he does... I'll take the blame for you."

"I know Paris as a person; he's not the kind of guy who would make things difficult for people on such trivial matters for no reason."

Without giving the Vita manager any further chance to hesitate, Stiller strode confidently into the factory.

"So... President Paris's factory is in this area, right?"

Stiller spoke, the Vita manager quickly followed, surrounded by his entourage.

"Yes, that's the direction... but you really need to think this through... President Paris is currently listening to a very important report meeting..."

Stiller sighed, "Does it matter? Perhaps. He does value your new production line for some well-known reasons, and this beverage has indeed become quite popular in the City That Never Sleeps recently... But even if something major happens with this production line and this new factory, once it's completed, it'll only amount to about 10% of the quarterly profit of the market business under the Food Department of Truth Company. Unless you tell me that this beverage just killed some Duke, in my opinion... it's not a big deal."

"What's 'important' to you is only relative... Even the idle chatter between Paris and me is dozens of times more important than what you're talking about."

After Stiller finished speaking, the Vita manager was clearly more worldly than the Intern —although he was now in charge of Beverage Factory in the Outer City, his B-2 rank was a solid fact.

So he agreed with a forced smile.

"I understand, what you say is indeed true. This is just a small-scale affair, a personal hobby of President Paris..."

Stiller interrupted him.

"You can't say that outright, Mr. Vita... After all, this is a business project funded by the company."

"Yes, yes, you're right. Look at me, I couldn't keep my mouth shut... These are all my own guesses about President Paris's thoughts, they're definitely inaccurate, and I should never have said them out loud," Manager Vita quickly apologized again. "Anyway, you probably do have something important to discuss with President Paris this time, and we really shouldn't have neglected you... However, I think it would be better if I announced your arrival at the door, and we went through that little formality, how about that?"

Stiller nodded in agreement. "Turning this way at the entrance isn't too much trouble... That's fine, it saves you the trouble."

"Supervisor Arthur, you're so understanding," Manager Vita chuckled again. "So... what should I write as the reason for my report?"

Stiller smiled and looked at the Vita manager.

"You really want to know?"

The Vita manager shook his head. "Of course I didn't want to know that. I'm not high enough to be involved in such matters... What I meant was... how would you like me to write the reason for this report—after all, it will be on file."

"Just write it as a private interview," Stiller waved his hand. "We do have a personal relationship anyway—even if someone investigates and smears some huge accusation, saying we secretly conspired to betray the company's interests, wouldn't it eventually reach the Board Members? If it involves me and President Paris, it will ultimately come to the esteemed Nightless Sky Huo Le City... Do you think Lord Huo Le would attack me and Paris over such trivial matters?"

"While I don't recommend you oversimplify things at the top, don't overcomplicate them either," Stiller said calmly, like a teacher advising a student. "Regardless of the level of affairs, they ultimately boil down to the relationships between specific individuals... and that will never change."

At this point, Stiller, surrounded by the Vita executives and their group, entered the Beverage Factory.

What the Vita manager just said wasn't entirely an excuse; the factory interior did indeed have an inspection route plan and welcoming arrangements—a banner was already displayed and hung on top of the production line machines.

"Welcome to our Headquarters leaders for your inspection!"

Although it wasn't a specific name written on it, and it was probably a standard welcome banner that had been prepared in advance, it definitely existed.

Several of the employees with good public image lined up to welcome and applaud, and a path was even laid out on the ground using orange plastic sheeting from packaging.

The workers on the production line were sorting oranges next to the machines, their faces beaming with enthusiastic smiles.

However, Stiller did not linger too long near the machines on these beverage production lines; he merely glanced at them before focusing on the office area on the second floor.

"That should be the conference room, right?"

With his years of experience in the Security Department, Stiller immediately recognized the most heavily guarded area in the entire factory.

In particular, he even saw several familiar colleagues who were also confidants of President Paris during his time in the Security Department.

"You're absolutely right. No wonder you're from Headquarters, and you're truly the youngest A-Class manager in nearly 30 years... I'll take you there now."

As he spoke, the Vita manager led Stiller back to the conference room.

The group quickly arrived near the conference room—however, about five meters from the conference room, most of the entourage dispersed, leaving only Director Vita, Stiller, and Stiller's "entourage."