Darkstone Code-Chapter 908 - 906: Vision

Flight Engineering Research Institute - this is the new name Lynch gave it, previously it had no formal name.

Now that it has gained some reputation, it naturally requires a formal name to reflect its value.

The Chief Engineer of the institute was sitting in his chair, holding coffee and thinking.

In recent times, many people called to get in touch with him.

Some were high school classmates he had almost forgotten, elementary school teachers, former colleagues, bosses, and even past neighbors.

All of a sudden, these people were like... afflicted with something, calling him, contacting him, offering blessings for his success, and wanting to chat about his work and future.

He was aware these people’s intentions were not pure, and each might have a behemoth behind them waiting for him.

Their goal was to make him change jobs.

The hints dropped during these calls occasionally made his heart race, like with his elementary school teacher.

Besides congratulating him on his success, she felt a bit sorry for him; in her eyes, someone doing a similar job to the Chief Engineer was earning several times more.

Their work skills and research levels weren’t higher than the Chief Engineer’s, yet they earned so much, making it enviable and somewhat...

He knew this was the other party’s way of offering him terms, using the teacher to promise several times the benefits and salary, as long as he nodded, all issues would be resolved. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

He had never before enjoyed such treatment, as if from that day onwards, the world started revolving around him, and it felt great.

In capitalist terms, his value was perfectly embodied.

But with it came troubles.

Someone’s words would always touch him, maybe it was that person, or maybe those words.

These things troubled him to the point where he was lost in thought for a while.

It’s not just the Chief Engineer facing this trouble; other researchers are experiencing similar issues.

These people, without a hint of decorum, continually tried to persuade them with all sorts of offers, just to make them switch jobs and realize their life ambitions.

The institute, which should have been filled with joy, now felt somewhat... dispirited.

"The boss is here..."

The Chief Engineer snapped out of his thoughts, stood up, looked around, and remembered he was in his office.

He took a sip of coffee to wake himself up, changed his expression, and walked toward the door.

As soon as he reached the door, he saw Lynch, who, as always, wore a slight, ambiguous smile on his face, confident, cheerful, sunny, always the same.

Sometimes it was annoying; he was so good-looking he could have become a star, yet he chose entrepreneurship.

Even in entrepreneurship, he succeeded.

Even in success, he remained so handsome, it was infuriating.

"Boss..."

Lynch smiled and shook his hand, "You don’t seem to be in high spirits."

The Chief Engineer didn’t know how to discuss this with Lynch; some things are better left unsaid, as saying them leaves no room for maneuver.

He brushed his hair aside, "Yes, I haven’t been resting well lately. A new community was built next to where I live, it’s always noisy."

"You could call the police; they’ll help you with ’neighborly relations,’" Lynch joked, making Austin standing behind him grin.

American women are like that, sometimes straightforward like men, showing no restraint in expressing their true thoughts.

Police and neighborhood relations are a real incident unique to the Federation, happening just a few years ago.

A household noticed their neighbors seemed to be arguing fiercely, so, acting neighborly, they called the police to report the issue.

Shortly after, the police arrived at the scene, trying to convince the enraged couple to stop arguing calmly and fill out an incident report to conclude the visit.

But obviously, enraged people are not rational, not even a little. In anger, the husband threw a fork at the officers, telling them to "get out," prompting one officer, a bit tense, to draw his weapon and shoot.

Seeing her husband shot down, the enraged wife didn’t calm down but lunged at the officers, who shot again, leaving the couple in pools of blood.

The officer was later sentenced to eighteen months of community service for "improper handling" and suspended from duty for a time.

The couple survived after rescue efforts, the Police Station compensated them with "public compensation funds," and they waived rights to further sue, ending the matter.

Later, media reported that the neighbor who called received a letter afterward with a short message —

"It’s quiet now."

He considered it a threat, while the police station investigated for a while and concluded it was just a prank, thus the term "neighborhood relations" associated with "police" became an unfunny joke.

Some interpreted it as "calling the police to shoot people you dislike," further connecting this with certain sensitive news.

Of course, these words are only a joke in the mouths of upper-class people.

For the lower-class individuals lacking risk resistance, it is intimidation.

The Chief Engineer laughed dryly twice; in fact, there wasn’t any newly-built community next to where he lived, it was merely an excuse.

Lynch did not immediately head toward the research institute but stood outside, where some Special Agents were already present nearby.

"Some minor incidents have occurred recently, and to ensure your safety, I plan to build a high-end residential area here."

"Independent houses, four hundred or five hundred square meters each, with private swimming pools, and community facilities like tennis courts, basketball courts, and such."

He pointed to a plot of land not far away, "It’s quite suitable over here, and there will be some supporting facilities, such as a transportation system, we also need to provide a convenient transportation environment for the families of the research institute’s researchers."

"Healthcare, education, leisure, entertainment..." Lynch walked a few steps, picked up a small stone from the ground, "maybe even build a cinema."

Straightforward language, without any adornment, yet it gave the Chief Engineer a kind of shock he didn’t know how to express!

A blueprint full of hope and future appeared in front of him, making him understand that Lynch highly values this research institute.

Setting aside those impractical thoughts, he strengthened his thoughts, laughingly joined in, "It’s just like a small city."

Lynch turned to look at him, "Why use ’like’?"

"That’s how I’m considering it."

"Science City, a Satellite City relying on the surroundings of Bupen, can also be called ’City of Tomorrow’."

Lynch casually said a few words, a small city combining technology and humanities emerged deep in the Chief Engineer’s heart, starting from the blueprint and becoming more three-dimensional, various technologically rich buildings appeared on the blueprint.

Subsequently, it grew larger and more significant, becoming an indispensable force within the Federation, a force of science!

If such a day comes true, it would undeniably be splendid.

The Chief Engineer leisurely exhaled, when he looked at Lynch, he had already strengthened his inner thoughts, going nowhere, regardless of what better treatments others offered.

The two strolled around the vicinity, Lynch pointing and talking about where to build what, the words stirred up excitement.

Upon returning to the research institute, the Chief Engineer was contemplating holding a meeting after Lynch left.

He believes the troubles he’s encountering are faced by many others too.

He even vaguely guessed who might be behind it, he must inform the people here, what they leap into might not be the sky but a cage.

However, at this moment, two researchers approached, delivering resignation letters.

The Chief Engineer looked at these two people somewhat stunned, a bit confused, and a bit nervous, "What are you doing?"

He stood between these two and Lynch, attempting to buffer.

He used his eyes to warn these two, but the other party seemed determined to leave, such individuals couldn’t be retained.

"We... plan to take a break for a while."

Lynch stepped around the Chief Engineer, took the resignation letters from their hands, without any retention, "I approve."

The Chief Engineer’s eyelids twitched, he found it hard to believe as he looked at Lynch; these two researchers weren’t academic-based, but civil scientists.

Though some might look down on the term "civil scientist" thinking all civil scientists are deceitful, in reality, many scientists laying foundations in various disciplines originated from civil backgrounds.

They haven’t attended any highly professional academies, merely relying on personal hobbies and some inspiration to become remarkable scientists.

In the aircraft research on this occasion, the contributions of these civil scientists outweighed those of academic researchers greatly.

They have personally developed aircraft, can pilot planes, each with tens or even hundreds of flight hours worth of experience.

They deeply understood the strengths and weaknesses of aircraft structures, without these civil scientists, Lynch’s aircraft could never be produced so swiftly!

Yet, important as they were, these two researchers were leaving, Lynch didn’t even try to retain them; this left the Chief Engineer speechless.

Even the two researchers didn’t expect Lynch to approve so straightforwardly, feeling a bit lost instead.

Lynch didn’t give them more time to ponder, proactively shook hands with them, "I hope we can continue to work together if there’s an opportunity in the future. You can leave after packing your things."