Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

"This will be the main crop of the plantation – of course, only in large areas after security is completed."

Some computers and experimental instruments have been moved to Carl's site.

The plant he was talking about was a mutant plant that was used to make shimmering light.

The use of radiation and some special drugs may induce mutations, but the problem is that these plants themselves are not pollinated, that is, they do not have fruits and seeds and cannot reproduce on their own.

In order to get new plants, only one plant can be induced mutation.

Enough 50 acres of land, let Carl do it himself, he can change his career to farming.

Dr. Tumlo's specialization is human genetic genealogy, and he is also exposed to some research in the humanities and social sciences, which is why he approached the cat tribe.

That is, there is a certain genetic engineering foundation.

"Plant genome? This may be a little different from my research direction..."

"You are a Ph.D., and there is a difference in the research methods of plant genes and human genes, but the essence is not much." Carl pointed to the data in front of the computer, "Of course, you can also say that you won't, so I'll deal with you now."

"Uh... It's really not difficult, as long as there are resources. Tumlo quickly waved his hand, "But I still didn't expect that you turned out to be that Stark Industries... New inventors.

"If you're smarter, you should know that you just have to accept this silently – as promised, I'll help you with your identity so that one day you'll see your family again."

But if you're not smart..."

Carl made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

After that, Tumlo rolled to the newly erected board house and worked hard.

Both whites and blacks need incentives, but whites are more receptive to verbal stimuli.

This guy is also a talent picked up, fluent in various African continent languages, and is the best fit to help Carl gain a foothold here.

It is not realistic for this place to be picked up for a few months, and it must be developed by someone who understands science and management.

Of course, the real leadership and security leaders are someone else.

Greer also ran back at this time, she didn't have much of a mission, she was purely out hunting.

"I didn't expect you to be a... Sheik!

Greer's words made Carl almost not squirt out the water he had just drunk.

"Is there something wrong?" Greer was stunned for a moment, "Here, only chiefs can acquire such a large amount of land!"

"Of course not, there are indeed many chiefs on this continent, but after all, Kaguo is a country in the world market, and I just have a little money."

Karl quickly waved his hand, and then said: "I want you to go with me, in order to be able to appear in front of the world, you better learn some worldly things."

"I'm learning!" Greer nodded seriously, "Do you still have problems with my current flower sound?" "

“... In fact, there are still some questions, why do you have a big tongue?

"Some syllables in English don't exist in our indigenous languages, and I've worked hard!" Greer rolled his eyes, "And my tongue is not big, flexible or not, you know."

Carl blushed and coughed twice pretending to be – indeed.

"And then the second thing, you have to learn to wear this kind of clothes on me in the future." Carl said and pulled out a box full of serious modern clothing.

This attracted another roll of Greer's eyes: "Seriously, I like your previous clothes better, it looks very secure..." "

You see, this is what you need to adapt to, if I wear clothes so much in human society, you feel safe, but others are expected to call the police."

"Police? Are you afraid of the police? But they know..."

Carl covered his forehead, thinking that the difference between this kitten and the real society was too great, and he didn't know if he could fit in.

For example, on the question of the police, she also thought that the police in the world were like the Kazakh police.

But in fact, as long as it is a serious and stable country, the combat effectiveness of the police is not weak, let alone the eagle country.

The good news is that Greer's curiosity keeps her learning, and the mindset change is quite fast, so it's not much of a problem for the time being.

Carl intends to take her to the world's largest metropolis for a "further study" before sending her back.

After a while, Greer finally changed into modern clothes.

I have to say that Greer, who looks good, has a perfect figure, and everything she wears is pleasant, and those slender legs are as sexy as hidden under jeans, and even a long trench coat cannot cover her perfect figure.

What made Carl feel wonderful was that this woman said one second that she did not like this covered clothes, and the next second began to excitedly "change".

"Stop! You look good in whatever you wear! Considering that this is Africa, and we are still working, you better pick a less revealing dress, and then I will start preparing your new identity.

"Well, I'd love to try some more combinations." Greer said lamentfully, "And I still don't like these clothes that are too tightly wrapped and have poor mobility."

Carl shrugged his shoulders and did not take the conversation, but looked at the land in front of him.

"What are you thinking?"

Greer tilted his head in front of Carl, seemingly curious as to why Carl had been so often stunned since his "return to society."

Carl wasn't really frustrated, he was thinking about what benefits he could get from what's to come, and what part of the conditions that this benefit could fill.

But it's obviously a little difficult for Greer to understand.

Carl woke up from thinking and explained: "Just like hunting, hunters usually have to hold their breath and hide for a long time before they start, adjusting their state in order to make their shots steady and ruthless.

"So what is the prey?" Hunting doesn't take place in a chair.

"Well... The 'hunting' and 'exercise' of human society is a much more ... The process of abstraction, so thinking is adjusting.

Carl patted himself and got up from his chair.

The plantation has been fenced, which took Carl a lot of effort.

As for the identity of the cat tribe, it is also easy to solve, there is no household registration system on the African side, or to put it bluntly, there is not even a sound identity management system.

It's normal for a group of people to pop up out of nowhere.

Make up a few names, then go to the official department to register, Carl then hires, and an identity is completed.

In this way, it is much easier to buy materials and equipment for rent, the only problem is that the cat people only understand those strange rituals and customs, and they do not know anything about civil construction.

But... A large part of the reason for Africa's failure is warlordism, and the lack of trust building by all rulers, which leads to a lack of long-term expectations and thus no development.

If you can change this situation, maybe you can make this a base camp?

If you find ready-made engineers and mid-to-high-end talents to fill the business map that Karl envisions, you will never be able to bypass their home country -

almost all of these people have to receive compulsory education and other things in their upbringing, including patriotic education.

Africa is different, even, they are ready to pick up guns, liberate this, republic that.

A group of white paper that has not been washed by any thoughts, a huge number of young and middle-aged laborers....

Seems to work.

After Carl finished speaking, he called the busy Tumlo: "I have an additional task for you."

"What task?" If it is to speed up the progress of the project, I advise you not to think about it, people here do not like overtime, even if they give money.

On the contrary, they are happy to report to the regulator to collect the money..."

"I'm not talking about this, I was wondering if we could set up a small school here to provide basic education for unclaimed orphans and children who lacked care."

Tumlo's eyes lit up: "You mean charity school?" Actually, I'm also interested in this kind of thing, think about it, this is the youngest region in the world, how much labor is there? "

There are some differences... I want to make a trade-off in my value judgment – after all, I am not obliged to teach them to love the country.

"Uh... It sounds like training spies, but it's not a problem, and they don't care about children and education. Tumlo shrugged his shoulders and continued:

"Farming requires day-to-day farming, but it only takes a second to pick up a gun and kill a person, and chaos is already imprinted in the minds of everyone here."

"But apart from children — or kids are very malleable, I wonder if there is no biological resistance, right?"

"Of course! IMHO, I also hate the idle black gang members, but to be fair, they are largely responsible for their upbringing.

Chaos allows aggressive genes to screen down better, but they're still human, and I promise you, they'll be a reliable workforce if you're willing to put in.

Tumlow patted his chest and assured Carl that he actually did it.

Double degree PhD in genetics and humanities.

And his ability to patiently guide the cat tribe to build a fence is also a testament to this.

"That's fine, but I don't have much money right now."

"This is bad news, because this kind of activity is usually..."

"It's a lot of resources to invest – I'm not a fool, can you listen to me?" Carl is a little sore, this doctor is good everywhere, but he talks too much.

Tumlo closed his mouth.

"I will fund the infrastructure first, I want you to first collect a group of children that you think can be educated, educate them, not too much, 20 is enough."

I still raised this.

As for scaling up, I'll give you a pretty clear signal.

My requirements are also very simple, they need to have the three characteristics of loyalty, professionalism and obedience, and the profession is mainly professional technicians and security personnel, can they do it?

Tumlo replied decisively: "Of course, that's what I want to do." "

Good." Karl nodded in satisfaction, "Then I will now officially appoint you as the head of the development department of this land - give it a new name, director."

Tumlo scratched his head when he heard this, and said:

"I don't know how to name it, since the first inhabitants here are cat people, let's call it here....

Black-footed cat base bar. "

Congratulations on your official appointment." Karl put his hand on Tumlo's shoulder, and the two looked side by side towards the cat tribe who were building a house.

"This is your new home, let's create the future."

The sun was gradually setting, a red light was shining on the land, and a wooden house that was not grand, but should be very strong, was being built.

Looking at this scene, Tumlo's heart was full of pride.

......

"Sir, your incentive method is used properly, this chicken blood should be enough for Dr. Tumlo to use for a long time."

Back at the hotel, Britz complimented.

"But everything is based on the support I gave him, and the consistency of our purpose." Although Carl was modest, he smiled.

Moving to a double-degree Ph.D. with a seasoned job, this is a major dig in human resources.

"Congratulations, sir. But I'm afraid you have a new assignment, Mr. Obadiah is calling.

Carl raised an eyebrow: "Answer." "