Spring goes to autumn, time flies.

Under the leadership of Albert, the company has developed excellently, survived the cold winter, and once again ushered in a situation of vitality and competition.

Under the original four business frameworks, Albert has added a new business framework - energy.

Of course, as for those small businesses that are not important, they are easily occupied by the behemoth of the company, and they are not even qualified to appear at Albert's table.

Someone once joked that in Wudu, the company can arrange a person's life, old age, sickness and death.

Although the actual situation is not so exaggerated, it is not far off.

Today's company has contributed more than 25% of the fog's taxes, and with the rapid growth of wealth, the company's top executives have all entered the House of Commons and the House of Lords, becoming a figure with a face in the fog.

There's something good about the little United Kingdom: when you're rich enough, you can discuss anything.

The company's influence has snowballed, with the fog as the center and radiating to the whole world.

Today is a special day.

The company has built a building in the center of the fog capital, which is the second tallest building in the fog capital, second only to the royal palace!

Today is a good day to move your headquarters.

Mr. Luton now left these chores alone, and completely delegated authority to Albert and put him in charge.

Many people who are new to the company don't even know that there is such a person in the company.

The old employees who knew Luden's name were very taboo about this name.

They know very well that in the cold winter that has just passed, the company has drastically cut off business, laid off all unnecessary business, and left only the mastermind behind the series of actions of the main trunk, not Albert, but the ruthless Mr. Luden.

At least 2,000 miners, for various reasons, did not survive this winter.

Mr. Ludon did not hesitate to abandon them, only symbolic reparations, representing only humane care.

This account certainly should not be credited to Mr. Lutden.

However, this incident also made many migrant workers see the true face of Mr. Ludon clearly and no longer have illusions.

Albert was on his way to the new headquarters, and his assistant was on the side to report the situation.

"The bill on the Gun Practices Ordinance will be voted on in the House of Commons this week, and the company's position is still to relax restrictions on gun control, with more than two-thirds of MPs willing to publicly support us"

The company is today the largest gun manufacturer.

In addition to the external trading of medical equipment, there is also a lot of sales within the fog capital.

Of course, these small profits may not be seen by the company, and there are more considerations for deregulating gun control.

After one assistant reports, another assistant comes on to report on the new project.

"Human trials on type 2 drugs are coming to an end, all data meet regulatory requirements, and the drug effect is better than expected, but"

The assistant hesitated for a moment and said stubbornly,

"Two test subjects went crazy, one stabbed himself through the eye socket with a pointed piece of wood, killing himself, and the other chasing after someone."

Of the more than 1,000 people who participated in the human experiment, only two experienced this side effect, and it is not certain whether it was caused by drugs, after all, people themselves can go crazy. …

Albert frowned and asked,

"What about the goblins' experiments?"

In addition to human experiments, these drugs have also been used on goblins.

That's what the island's technical research institute does.

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief and reported,

"Everything is fine, no unusual feedback."

Albert stopped and looked at his assistant,

"Draw a boat from the nearest transport goblin ship and do drug experiments on the spot, I want first-hand experimental data, and let my own people do it."

These goblins have been honest in the past, but that doesn't mean they will always be honest.

If something goes wrong with human experiments, the goblins can come up with perfect experimental data, and Albert can't help but wonder if something is wrong.

The best way to validate an experiment is to repeat it.

With Albert's order, the assistant left in a hurry and went to the docks to deliver the message.

The next assistant followed up again and continued to report,

"Regarding the ongoing development of painkillers, we noticed the addictive nature of the drug, and Dr. Wright of St. Peter's Sanatorium had a breakthrough in the experiment, and he claimed that this addiction could be treated, and he wanted to get more research funding."

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When Albert arrived at the new headquarters, many familiar faces appeared on the scene.

He walked up to the stage and said a few kind words, and the ribbon-cutting ceremony was over.

The relocation of the new headquarters was easier than expected.

In the fog capital, on their own territory, no one will come to embarrass the company.

Even the king is on the side of the company.

Relying on the company's dividends, Count Dracula has become richer and richer over the years.

More importantly, Albert was an excellent partner who had almost all the strengths of Mr. Lutdon without any of his shortcomings.

Working with such people, the small United Kingdom is also thriving and has a growing number of territories.

It is one step closer to the creation of the kingdom on which the sun never sets, the wish of the old king.

Sitting in his office in the company's new building, Hannibal turned his office chair and looked at the fog under the glass window.

"I've always had a question I couldn't figure out, Albert."

Albert picked up an apple and bit it down casually,

"You say."

Hannibal stood up, came to a pattern, and asked in confusion,

"Why is the company's logo, an umbrella, any special significance?"

Albert really never thought about it.

He looked at the sign on the wall and tried to give a reasonable explanation,

"Perhaps, Mr. Ludon wants the company to protect people from the rain like an umbrella?"

That's why it's what an umbrella looks like?

This answer obviously failed to convince Hannibal.

He did not believe that Mr. Luden had such a high level of human care.

If Albert had made this diagram, Hannibal believed that he would have had this intention.

Luden?

No kidding!

"I don't think it's that complicated."

Hannibal shook his head and groaned,

"I always felt like it was one of his bad tastes."

This speculation is groundless and even malicious.

But Hannibal believed that no matter how malicious he was to speculate on Mr. Ludon, it was not excessive.

"Be confident."

The empress, who was passing by with coffee, heard the conversation between the two and said casually,

"It's this man's bad taste."