Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 481 - 272 Future Development, Establishment of Umbrella Company_3

Chapter 481: Chapter 272 Future Development, Establishment of Umbrella Company_3

Gandob pulled out a stack of names,

"Boss, there’s nothing we could do about this.

Previously mature researchers, upon hearing that the institute was split from the headquarters, were unwilling to stay and left as well.

I realized then that this was an opportunity.

So, I spent some time studying the current employment environment and discovered a pretty nice group."

Brian took the list and smiled. freeweɓnøvel.com

It turned out that the list Gandob prepared consisted of Hua Country international students, Hua Chinese descendants, and the children of overseas Chinese and so forth.

They were all either young people or unlucky ones who hadn’t achieved much after joining organizations.

This guy really was talented, to actually pay attention to such a group!

It was exactly what Brian had in mind!

Just looking at their academic achievements, these people had excellent grades in prestigious schools and were elites.

Unfortunately, in Western societies, there are invisible discriminations everywhere.

Take Los Angeles, for instance.

Many Hua people who had obtained green cards to settle or who had emigrated here, no matter if they were top-notch doctors or executives of listed companies back in their home country, those statuses were useless here. The jobs they could choose from were few and lacked dignity.

Those without money or skills had no choice but to wash dishes, clean toilets, and do other jobs that the locals despised.

Those with skills but no money became credentials exam-takers, construction workers, welders, chefs, etc.; these people could establish themselves and live fairly well.

Those without money or skills, but who were a bit smarter, became intermediaries.

This group also had a relatively easier time making their way up.

Those with a little money, generally, went into small businesses.

They chose to open shops, laundries, restaurants, and so forth.

As for those who wanted prestigious jobs, only two types of people had a better chance at achieving this.

One was the second generation and above Hua descendants.

Growing up on this land and attending prestigious schools here, it was quite easy for them to enter good companies after graduation.

The other type, prestigious school international students who stayed after graduation.

This group and the second-generation Hua descendants were similar and could more easily land decent jobs.

But they all had one problem.

After entering a company, they would face exclusion from the group of white people, the united Indian group, and other minorities.

Skin color is an invisible mountain of bias.

These two groups, though their jobs might seem respectable and high-class to outsiders, only after joining would they find that their promotions were harder to achieve. After reaching a certain position, they would face subtle discrimination and couldn’t advance any further.

These two groups were initially Brian’s targets.

At this time, those who could afford to go abroad for prestigious universities or those Hua people who had blended into prestigious universities locally were truly elites out of millions, with very little fluff!

As long as he could provide these people with a fair and just environment, their potential when it burst forth would definitely be no lesser than those white researchers!

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"Not bad, Gandob, I am very satisfied with your discernment. Going forward, your main job will be to handle recruitment, try to recruit as many motivated newcomers as possible, and if there are talented individuals being excluded, you can also poach them!"

Brian temporarily approved of Gandob.

Being able to think of selecting talents from the Hua community showed that the other party didn’t possess such strong stubborn racial discriminatory thinking and also indicated that he had considered the economic situation of the institute. Thinking ahead like this also showed that he wanted to make a bet on the institute’s future.

Just these three points made Brian quite satisfied.

Hearing Brian’s arrangement, Gandob showed a happy expression.

Knowing he had passed the assessment, he quickly stood up and nodded, "No problem, boss, just the funding..."

"I will first transfer fifty million to the institute."

Brian said and, seeming to think of something, smiled, "But there are two things I need you to handle right away!"

"Boss, please go ahead."

Gandob, upon hearing that funding was not an issue, relaxed again.

"The first item of business is to transfer ownership of Aiden Mental Hospital.

I don’t care if you sell it to another research institute or what, I don’t need this property, including the doctors and researchers, package them all together and handle it."

Gandob nodded, "That’s a high-quality asset, easily packaged and sold."

Mentally ill patients had become a high-quality industry in this world, even more so than convicted felons.

"The second item of business is to change the name of the institute.

I don’t like the name ’Aiden.’"

Gandob nodded again, "Of course, no problem, Boss, whatever you prefer. What shall we call it from now on?"

Brian smiled mischievously, "Let’s call it Umbrella Company. This will be the company’s logo, and the current institute is just the beginning of the company. I hope we will have our own research institutions and security departments worldwide in the future."

As he spoke, he handed Gandob a colorfully hand-painted logo that he had prepared earlier.

Umbrella Company, in a game from Brian’s past life, was the name of a villainous corporation, fully named Umbrella Company, also translated as Umbrella.

This also represented some of his ambitions.

Once he had accumulated enough funds and technology, he wanted to establish a massive security company.

He had already thought of a name for it, Black Watch.

He looked forward to that day!

...

With Brian’s arrangements, Gandob hurriedly left first.

Brian patted the dog-like figure of Shi San, who was drinking coffee.

After ordering the meal, he turned to Alpha, who seemed somewhat tense, "Alpha, don’t be so nervous. I value you highly, especially your research; it is very helpful to me. Shall we talk?"

Alpha, a bit uncomfortable, fiddled with the corner of his clothing, "But apart from my research, I don’t really understand much else."

"Just talk about your research."

Brian took out from his pocket the USB stick that Alpha had previously given him, "I’ve been busy and haven’t properly looked at the content inside; tell me about it directly."

Alpha’s research was on high energy food.

Alpha didn’t understand how important his research was, but Brian did.

High energy food, in this special era, was almost equivalent to the Blood Moon era’s version of ’oil.’

Literally, the food version of oil.

Why were official organizations and Second Rank Lives so rare?

Apart from such potential individuals being one in ten thousand, it represented a significant burden.

Take Brian, for example.

After his physique reached 1.4, normal food could no longer sustain his daily needs.

It wasn’t a matter of being able to eat or not.

Even if he ate all day, it was hard for him to maintain healthy bodily functions, let alone using Self-Deception + Super Adaptation Talent for enhancement.

He now had to use Gift Energy nearly every day to suppress the hunger in his body and maintain normal bodily functions.

And what about those Second Rank Life enhancers without Gift Energy?

They could only rely on the high-energy food produced by the base to stave off hunger.

That cost was not small.

After all, every official organization, apart from maintaining normal operations, had a Combat Department used for maintaining stability on the seas; these soldiers also consumed large amounts daily.

So, Alpha’s research was an opportunity and also easily a crisis.

This was also the reason Brian hadn’t hurried to deal with this matter before.

He wasn’t sure if he could protect this research.