Chapter 1268
Coleman had beautiful long blonde hair more than a year ago, and his skin was elastic, plump and shiny. Although he is in his fifties, he has been well maintained so he looks very young, and even has a touch of an artist rather than a scientist.
But after taking over the task of opening the door in Area 51, Coleman felt that he was beginning to age rapidly. The first is that the hair starts to fall out on a massive scale. The beautiful hair that I was once proud of is now only a Mediterranean.
And the plump skin has become worse and worse in the past year, with a lot of acne, the skin has become oily and slack a lot. This made Coleman, who originally looked like he was in his early thirties, now instantly look like a little old man in his sixties.
Why does one year get so old?
"I heard that the people above are putting pressure. If they can't find new alien coordinates, Dr. Coleman will be dismissed." A researcher was spreading gossip in the lounge. And the content of the gossip is the main reason why Coleman ages so much in a year.
"Really? Then what should we do? We haven't found any new alien coordinates."
"Hey, you can do whatever you want. Small employees like us don't care anymore. At most, I can be fired, and I only have more than five thousand dollars a month. How much do you have?"
"Me? I'm about five thousand and five."
"Almost, almost. We didn't buy a house or a car, and we didn't have a mortgage or a car loan. We all feed the whole family without hunger. But Dr. Coleman is different. I heard that when he first took over the project last year, he was given a raise. a salary."
When it comes to money, everyone is interested, especially when talking about the salary of the boss. So the gossiping researcher immediately asked, "How much is Dr. Coleman a year?"
The researcher who was talking about salary held out three fingers: "Three million eagle dollars a year."
"Wtf! It's too rich. I heard that when we were not taken seriously here, Dr. Coleman only had 300,000 US dollars a year, which is a direct increase of ten times. Sure enough, scientific research is to bring in projects to make money. What a boss, when will our scientific research dogs be able to make their mark."
"Hey, the rich are the rich. Dr. Coleman was very good at the beginning. His income has increased tenfold, and his consumption has also skyrocketed. I heard that he bought a luxury house in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles , the price is 10 million dollars. He made an installment loan. He also bought a Ferrari for his son and diamond jewelry worth more than 100,000 yuan for his wife."
"Wow! Didn't he spend all his money? So next year's tax season, will he still have money to pay taxes?"
"Probably not. I have to rely on all my income to pay taxes. But I heard that if we don't make any breakthroughs this year, Coleman's salary will be greatly reduced. At that time, let's not talk about maintaining the current luxurious life. I'm afraid it will be a hassle just to deal with the tax office."
The two researchers talked about this in the lounge and felt much happier inside. It's like few people who go to work are looking forward to their boss's well-being. After all, the essence of part-time work is: as long as I work hard this year, my boss will be able to drive a Ferrari tomorrow!
What does that Ferrari have to do with me? So talking and laughing at the boss in private is something that almost all migrant workers do.
But there is a good saying: don't talk about people during the day, don't talk about ghosts at night.
When the two researchers were talking happily about this, Coleman stood behind them like a ghost: "Are you two free? If you are free, go to the signal search room to find the signal!"
"Ke... Dr. Coleman, I... let's go..." The two captured scientific research dogs were about to say that they were off work.
But Coleman stared: "If you are dissatisfied, you can pack up your things and leave tomorrow!"
"No! Doctor, let's go to work right away!" The two scientific researchers rushed to work overtime at the speed of dogs.
Coleman found the coffee machine in the lounge and poured himself a cup, leaning against the wall weakly. He heard what the two researchers said just now.
Yes, they were right.
Maybe some people study for scientific research and to explore the unknown. But I am not. I do scientific research and study by myself just to make money. Knowledge is money, and that's true in any age.
So after taking over the task of District 51, my salary increased greatly, and I started to spend recklessly. Coleman is like many other ordinary people. After earning tens of thousands a month, he mistakenly thinks that he can earn so much money every month in his life.
But reality is not a game. In reality, the salary can go up and down. Now I heard that the people above are not satisfied with his scientific research results. There are already discussions about cutting his salary.
My contract is signed once a year. I heard that next year they only plan to pay themselves 800,000 yuan. This is too little, mortgages, property taxes, and income taxes paid by individuals. The money is not enough.
If you want to maintain the quality of life and pay off the taxes, you need at least 1.5 million a year.
Coleman didn't want to mess with the IRS anyway. They are the most feared department in Eagle Country. Eagle Country is very free. You can freely buy guns, smoke marijuana, go whoring, etc. You can do many things that are illegal in other countries legally here. There are only two things you can't escape in Eagle Country, one is breathing and the other is paying taxes.
Even the super villain clown in DC said: I can be Batman, I can be Superman, I can be Wonder Woman, but to provoke the IRS? forget it.
Even every time a bank is robbed, part of the robbery proceeds will be assigned to the personal income tax to be paid.
"If I don't have money, I..." Coleman's thin hair became even less.
The two scientific dogs who were driven by Coleman to work overtime came to the signal search room cursing. This is a place dedicated to finding the coordinates of alien signals. Use a special quantum radar to find the energy spilled from other worlds in the space-time rift, so as to determine the strength of the opponent's universe and whether to open the door.
"Raymond, you talk too much. We should be off work. Now we can go to the lounge to play pool and have a glass of beer."
"Come on, Fred. You've talked a lot." Raymond retorted, "Go ahead and work. I know that Coleman usually goes to bed at ten o'clock in the evening, and we'll get off work when he goes to bed. "
"The radar still needs to be turned on?" Fred pointed to the standby machine in the search room.
"Open it, anyway, we don't pay the electricity bill. I can play minesweeping while looking for it. I'm very good at minesweeping, and I only need three machines to complete the job." Raymond turned on the computer and started the machine. He skillfully opened the minesweeper game. What does it mean to make money? Is part-time work called making money? No, it was exchanged for labor, an exchange of equivalent value, and it cannot be regarded as making money.
What does it mean to make money? Of course, it is fishing at work. For every minute of fishing, the salary that the boss sends you for this minute is considered earned.
This is Raymond's working motto.
Turn on minesweeping, Raymond did not lie, he did complete minesweeping in three steps. The first step is to open minesweeper, the second step is to click the mouse, and the third step is to be killed.
"FUXK!" Raymond patted the table angrily: "This garbage mouse, the label is slipped, or I will win! I know that the logistics people have embezzled our money for buying the mouse. Let me see what brand it is. Udal, made in China, ha! I knew it! Can’t they buy a mouse imported from Toyo? It’s okay to buy a Razer. How can you play e-sports if you don’t even have a Razer?!”
Raymond complained frantically, just like netizens who frantically scolded his teammates for not cooperating after losing in a game of LOL, the machines in Internet cafes are rotten, and the network is delayed.
"Raymond, stop arguing." Fred stared at the screen.
"Hey, Fred, do you think the logistics are to blame. I..."
"I said stop arguing, I seem to have found something." Fred was not very sure, he pointed to the flashing green light on the computer screen, and the beating energy peak signal on the radar screen.
"Have we found a signal from another world?"
Raymond, who was still complaining about logistics corruption and not buying an e-sports mouse, which caused him to lose in the game of minesweeping, suddenly lost the mood to complain. He leaned in front of Fred's screen and watched the computer screen flashing green prompts and energy readings.
He shook Fred wildly: "Hahahahaha! Fred! We are going to send it! Hahahaha!"