Chapter 148: Blemish Of Time (Part 2) I (1/2)

30 years pa.s.sed and my underground construction was completed.

Of course, it was still very much different from the original Blemish of Time.

My Blemish of Time could already accommodate 300 people, but I still don't take off my protective gears when I enter the place.

For the past 30 years, Dahai had been managing and keeping my Blemish of Time in order while I make sure that this whole affair stays a secret and recruit more wealthy people.

Dahai and I made improvements in the protective gears and have successfully ma.s.s produced them before hiring more staff.

Dahai suggested that I disguise myself as a doctor, walk around the chemotherapy rooms, and use the idea of postponing death to get patients to our Blemish of Time.

This method worked like a charm. Dying patients entered our Blemish of Time and regained a bit of vitality.

Dahai allocated them to alternate between work and rest so that our business could continue expanding.

Of course, there was only one outcome. The air in Blemish of Time could only maintain, and not improve, the condition of organs. As such, sudden deaths were still inevitable.

When that happens, Dahai would manage their funerals. It was still a win-win situation since patients usually get a few extra years of life, something that they were extremely thankful for. We hadn't gotten any resistance.

Of course, patients with slightly better conditions would work with protective gears and only remove them when their body worsened.

This staff management strategy saved us a huge cost, although I was initially against the idea.

”You're only promising to slow their deterioration. It's all that we can do for them,” Dahai had told me.

I also created a simple transportation system with discarded materials from a private airport. The system was made from conveyor belts, which made portage easy.

One belt carried goods into Blemish of Time while the other carried trash out.

Express delivery was something that never failed to amaze me. There was a kiosk in the village that was about to close down so I acquired it and used it as a s.h.i.+eld.

There were tons of deliveries coming into the village from outside every day, which made sense since everything could be found on the Internet.

And the newly rich were always willing to pay much more for the goods compared to those in the outside world.

We had a site of our own and we accepted unlimited orders. Of course, inspections had to be strict to ensure that no one divulged the secret of Blemish of Time.

As a result, we would always know what our clients purchase and charge our processing fees accordingly. If they refuse to pay, they won't receive their goods.

Basically, we earned crazy profits just from rent and service fees alone.

Everything ran in order for the past 30 years, but our clients were still cautious.

Dahai asked me almost every day to take off my protective gears, but I told him every time that I still had things to settle outside.

I was almost 50 by then.

Days pa.s.sed and Dahai became increasingly impatient.

On his 130th birthday, he had specially requested for my company.

I sat down with him and noticed that his 130-year-old face looked younger than mine.

After blowing out the candles, he cut a piece of cake and offered it to me.

”Next time,” I declined.

”When? When, exactly, are you going to come in?” he asked.