Gods: The Swarm

Because both the supply and demand sides are eager to reach a deal, all kinds of cumbersome procedures have been greatly simplified.

With the endorsement of the consortium, Moore spent a lot of money to buy and smooth things over, and quickly smoothed out all the links, making the entire transaction process extremely smooth.

The transport fleet temporarily hired from the neighboring galaxy only needs to show relevant certificates and after a simple inspection, it can directly enter the Dyson megastructure to deliver the goods to the door.

The Tedar original crystals are directly delivered to various energy storage bases for batch delivery.

The management personnel of the Dyson megastructure are not negligent in their duties, and the monitoring and control that should be done have not been relaxed. It is nothing more than taking some benefits and making fewer difficulties.

If they really want to conduct a thorough investigation, they don’t have that much manpower.

Although the Mooreson Consortium is a big family, it also has a large stall.

The business tentacles are not limited to the empire's territory, but are spread throughout the entire galaxy cluster, and even cross-domain trade is not allowed.

In just a few years, a large number of deacons were drawn from various places and stationed in this galaxy cluster to organize resource mining, and even the grassroots management manpower was somewhat stretched.

In the interstellar era, the biggest constraint on the outward expansion of advanced civilizations is often not territory and resources, but the quality and number of the population.

The hegemonic civilization did not exterminate all the alien races in the territory, but took them as vassal civilizations, which was nothing more than increasing the scale of human resources as much as possible.

Derian was ordered to station in this star system, and he also faced the dilemma of insufficient manpower.

Whether it is the construction and management of Dyson megastructures or the exploration and mining of mining resources, they all recruited people from the Momba star.

As a result, most of the grassroots management operations had to be entrusted to the local natives.

If it weren't for El's strong ability and flexible tactics to control those native employees, the annual indicators released by the consortium would be difficult to achieve, let alone exceed them.

In this case, management loopholes are hard to avoid, but the managers don't care much about these flaws.

Is there really someone who is not afraid of death and dares to make trouble for the Mooreson Consortium within the empire?

Moore is a pure-blooded Ailon, a third-class honorary citizen of the empire, with detailed business registration and tax payment records, which are much more reliable than those natives.

The managers who dealt with him along the way basically had this attitude, and he was generous, so they naturally opened the door to him.

Dyson megastructure, N768 energy storage base.

The transport ship Moore was riding on slowly docked at the airport terminal.

The person in charge of the base who came upon hearing the news greeted with a smile: "Boss Moore, why are you bothering to deliver the goods in person?"

"Haha, I just had a meal of hometown food with Brother El, and happened to meet the transport fleet on the way back, so I just came here to visit."

"Such a spectacular megastructure is really not something you can easily see."

Moore smiled with his round belly, waved his hand and said: "I won't violate any taboos, I can't afford the crime of prying into secrets."

"Look at what you said, you are the brother of General Manager El, and you are also a key supplier of the consortium, that is, we are one of them."

"I have long wanted to invite you to visit and give more guidance on the work, but I was afraid that you were too busy with business, so I didn't dare to disturb you rashly............."

The person in charge of the base is worthy of being an old employee of the Mooreson Consortium. He has been in the workplace for many years and his mouth is really slippery.

"Haha, then I'll trouble you!"

Moore stretched out his slender arm, held the other's hand, and shook it.

The person in charge of the base was stunned, and then he felt a wonderful touch from his palm, his eyes lit up, and the smile on his face became more flattering.

Oh, interstellar bank draft!

The boss is generous!

He retracted his hand, and his eyes quickly glanced at the large bill in his palm, and he put it into his sleeve without leaving a trace.

This type of bearer bill is jointly issued by multiple multinational banks and can be exchanged in major banks of the three hegemonic civilizations.

The top leaders of each civilization also know that this will in disguise encourage money laundering, and will also foster illegal acts such as bribery and tax evasion.

But the banks of their own country are not allowed to exchange, and they cannot control the banks of other countries, let alone the many true god families supporting behind the scenes, who will eat up this big piece of fat meat.

It is better to take the initiative to participate in the joint issuance and get a share of it.

In order to receive the benefits of Boss Moore, the person in charge of the base is even more dedicated to receiving.

Accompanied by him, the entire energy storage base was like a stripped singing girl, with nothing to see.

In fact, there was not much to see in the energy storage base.

The energy collection equipment and transmission network of the Dyson megastructure were basically built-in, and the energy storage base on its outer surface was mainly used for energy conversion and infusion storage.

This energy storage base was specifically responsible for filling the Taidaer energy crystal.

The characteristics of Taidaer crystal made its energy crystal stable and easy to store, eliminating most of the safety facilities.

The flow-type filling line was nothing more than putting in the original crystal, transporting it to the energy pool, driving the divine energy array, infusing high-concentration energy, packing the energy crystal into the warehouse, and then shipping it out in batches.

The fleet that transported the Taidaer original crystal would return after completing the delivery of the original crystal, and it was impossible to get involved in the subsequent processes.

In a short period of time, Moore was unable to bribe the base personnel who were suitable for the position, and he did not even dare to contact them casually to avoid suspicion.

He was really forced to do nothing, so he had this seemingly impromptu visit.

He was curious all the way, just to cover up.

Accompanied by the head of the base, he was not subject to targeted monitoring or any interrogation wherever he went.

After the visit, we boarded the exclusive starship and set off on our return journey.

Moore's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he sat slumped in the command chair, feeling like a sieve.

After finally recovering, he was busy asking the accompanying bionic orc: "Are you sure there is no risk of exposure?"

"Yes, when entering the energy crystal reserve, the Taidaer energy crystal with the tracking beacon inside was completely replaced as scheduled."

"During the operation, the real monitoring screen was covered by optical mimicry. Since the monitoring program was not invaded, the system firewall would not be triggered."

The concept of bionic people is to be loyal and reliable tools, and their essence is still a high-level intelligent machine covered with flesh and blood.

They have no so-called souls, and the underlying programs do not have emotional logic. Their responses to Moore are concise and rational.

"That's good!"

Moore finally put down the heavy stone in his heart and looked happy.

He hurriedly asked the bionic orc, Ansable, to send a message to Han Fei, wanting to take credit.

Who would have thought that before the message was sent, he would receive a message from Han Fei.

"Moore, you did a good job!"

Far away in the planetary belt, in the starship, Han Fei was generous in giving the tool man verbal praise and gave him another instruction.

"I have put the tracking beacon into silent mode. It will only be automatically activated after being out of my sensing range for a long time."

"You must keep an eye on the transportation time of this batch of energy crystals, so as not to fail!"