Chương 142: The Vampire Was Me

"Miss Roland, I never expected you to be this kind of person."

The nightingale's exclamation and scrutiny made Roland blush slightly.

Her so-called "solution" is a shady operation that occurred during the early stages of the Industrial Revolution on Earth, when capital was expanding unchecked.

That is to issue vouchers to employees in lieu of part of their wages.

These vouchers can only be used to purchase products offered by the company and cannot be used as currency elsewhere.

Now Roland is planning to do the same.

In her vision, a "group currency" will be introduced to further offset the already meager salaries of employees.

These group currencies, issued by Roland, can only be used to purchase the Krusty Krab and church medical services that she produces.

But...

Given that the industry is still relatively weak, Roland will wholesale various daily necessities and clothing from Elizabeth.

Then, a department store was opened in the center of the residential area, where employees could purchase items using [Group Currency].

Of course, Roland wouldn't be so heartless as to try to make money off her employees.

After accounting for operating costs, it is sufficient for department stores to maintain a slight profit.

However, although what she said was very nice.

But without a doubt, this is a second form of exploitation of employees.

Because the "group currency" that Roland mentioned was nothing more than a piece of paper to Roland herself.

She can print as many copies as she wants.

All that's required is a cheap product with extremely low cost.

No matter how much the employees complained, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and buy the products.

This is nothing short of vampire-level capitalist behavior!

As a working-class person on Earth, Roland was well aware of how incredible her actions were.

So he lowered his head awkwardly, his fingers stroking the black stockings covering his thighs, not daring to look into Nightingale's eyes.

"Haha... Nightingale, you also think this method is terrible, right?"

"How about we just forget about it? I still have a lot of savings anyway, so let's continue paying my salary with gold coins..."

Unexpectedly, Nightingale grabbed Roland's hand, her voice trembling with excitement.

"No, no, no, Miss Roland, this idea is absolutely brilliant!"

"Huh?! What are you talking about?"

Roland let out a scream and looked at Nightingale in astonishment.

The nightingale's eyes sparkled, and her face flushed slightly, like a lovesick woman seeing her dream lover.

This is even more intoxicating than when I saw Roland in her Capitalist nun outfit before.

She perked up her ears and spoke with a cheerful tone.

"I mean, Miss Roland, your idea is absolutely brilliant."

"Even the most cunning dark elves couldn't have come up with such a brilliant method."

"I misunderstood you before; you're practically a born factory owner!"

Roland's face darkened.

Is this foot fetish maid cursing at her?

……

Although the framework is in place, there is one problem that Roland has not solved.

That is the vehicle for the [group currency].

Although it is a temporary solution during the transition period, it should not be treated too perfunctorily.

It's still necessary to prepare some basic anti-counterfeiting technologies for banknotes.

After asking around, it was Nightingale who finally told her that Vina seemed to have the relevant technology.

"Vina? That name sounds familiar."

The nightingale looked at Roland speechlessly.

"Miss Roland, Vina was the composting plant manager you personally recruited, have you forgotten?"

Roland suddenly realized.

"Oh, I remember now, the 'shit-moving supervisor' you introduced me to... I mean the technical supervisor."

"Miss Roland, Vina not only knows how to compost, she also helped us upgrade the heating pipes and the structure of the Zaunite Furnace."

Upon hearing this, Roland recalled the image of a gloomy, dark elf.

I couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"Does Vina know so much? Does she know so many things? Now she even understands printing technology?"

The nightingale nodded, her tone tinged with admiration.

"Vina may have an eccentric personality, and she's always leading a group of her sisters in doing random things."

"But as long as it doesn't involve magic, many of her ideas are brilliant, and sometimes I feel sorry for her."

"If she had magical talent, we dark elves would probably be the force that led the magical industrial revolution, not the Iron Church."

Roland was quite surprised that Nightingale would have such a high opinion of Vina.

She couldn't help but feel curious and tilted her head.

"Vina is so knowledgeable, how did you two meet?"

How did Vina and I meet?

The nightingale was taken aback, then couldn't help but chuckle.

"You might not believe it, but I was introduced to you by my grandmother's second great-uncle's neighbor."

"Vina developed a machine that could operate without magic, but it was completely useless and cost the factory a lot of money."

"My grandmother's second great-uncle's neighbor was so angry that he dumped them in my coffee shop like they were plague gods."

Roland exclaimed.

"How old must Vina be, your grandmother's second great-uncle's neighbor?"

"I hesitated before I spoke," Nightingale said.

"Maybe five or six hundred years old? Elves are known for their long lifespan."

"She might have even seen the Goddess of Night one last time; she's quite a veteran."

"I just feel that her mind is a bit abstract, and she doesn't have the composure of an older person at all. When I'm with her, I feel like I'm more mature than her."

Roland's curiosity grew stronger, and she prepared to set off immediately to visit him.

But the nightingale grabbed her arm.

Seeing Roland's puzzled expression, Nightingale smiled and said.

"Miss Roland, please don't worry. Vina is probably still at get off work. The greenhouse has been quite busy lately, and she won't be back until tonight."

"As for now... Miss Roland, wouldn't you like to relax a little?"

……

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Roland, dressed as a wealthy merchant's daughter, walked down from the third floor.

The clothes he was wearing were changed at Nightingale's insistence, saying that this was more in line with the temperament of a large factory owner.

Then he grabbed her little feet and gave them a massage. Although it was quite relaxing, I always felt that Nightingale's hobby was rather perverted.

Roland walked to the second-floor stairwell and then turned to the right.

This area serves as a meeting place and a central living area for non-core members.

The rooms weren't too different, but they were usually occupied by maids.

Vina lives here.

Previously, Roland had provided the gloomy elf with a room featuring the largest balcony, as requested by her.

The room was located in the corner of the corridor.

Roland arrived at the door and politely knocked.

"Miss Vina, this is Roland. Are you resting now?"

"I need to talk to you about some technical matters."

After a while, accompanied by the sound of a chair being moved, Vina's clear but suppressed voice came through.

"Miss Roland? I'll open the door for you right away."

Then the door opened, and Vina appeared in front of Roland.

The somber dark elf was wearing a soft slip dress.

Her voluptuous and voluptuous body supported the loose nightgown, creating an amazing silhouette. She was one of the few figures who could outshine Roland's proportions.

Vina was like an overripe tomato, so ripe that it was a slightly astringent yellow.

Roland looked up.

Vina's hairstyle was still the same as before, with messy long bangs covering her eyes, only revealing the lower half of her round-framed glasses.

At the same time, a dark fragrance emanated from the gloomy elf, as if it had been cooped up in bed for days, carrying a mature aura.

For some reason, only one word came to Roland's mind.

He's incredibly secretly passionate.