Chapter 81 Harold: Give Me a Discount
Kavi pulled his cheek, suspecting that he had heard wrongly: "Harold, you just said...how many years?!"
"Ten years. If that's not enough, you can add a little more." Harold repeated, looking quite innocent.
The sacrificial scripts in the desert are different from the early ancient Egyptian scripts that mixed hieroglyphs and phonetic scripts, but they have one common feature:
difficult.
Very very very difficult.
Even if they made the typewriter, writing their textbooks would be extremely difficult.
Therefore, the Egyptian writing system has not been passed down, but the desert sacrificial system is still used by about one-fifth of the desert people.
This type of font, as its name suggests, was originally only used in sacrificial activities. Taking into account religious factors, this part of the desert people will not easily abandon their own language, and the popularization of desert education cannot avoid dealing with this language.
Now I can pull El Haisen on board, and then trick him into the desert to be my interpreter. Isn't that wonderful?
Harold thought ambitiously.
Elhaisen was also stunned for a moment, then said calmly: "...If you have such financial resources, it is not wise to let me take on this job. Whether in terms of efficiency or reputation, the instructor of Shravasti College is obviously more qualified for this job than me.
Although most of them are not smart, they are more experienced in writing textbooks and their intelligence is more than enough to complete your request.
As for security and confidentiality, you can rest assured that with Mora as your backer, their impoverished brains will not overcomplicate your purpose."
"I'm not very familiar with the instructors at Shravarman College. Well... based on my current experience at Xumi, it's more reliable to ask Senior Elhaisen for help."
Harold added, "If it happens once, there will be a second time. My goal is to get you on board as soon as possible. As long as you nod, Senior Elhaisen will have no choice but to give us advice in the future. I'm going to call this 'Intelligence Buyout Money'."
He shrugged, making no effort to hide his "malice".
Elhaisen raised his eyebrows. "I have no objection. I will spend three hours a day on this work until it is completed. But in return, you must first pay me the share for the first five years. The remaining part shall be divided into equal amounts, payable on time every Monday and paid within three months. Otherwise, I will go on strike at any time."
"Do you have to talk like that?" Kavi was quite dissatisfied.
Yes. What is this? The working class taking up arms to defend their rights? How come I am like an unforgivable black-hearted capitalist?
Elhaisen's frankness made Harold not know whether to laugh or cry, and he spoke out what was on his mind.
"It's just a transaction. Relationships and work should be handled separately," Elhaisen said. "You can choose to accept or reject it. Anyway, for me, this money is not necessary. It may be a good thing to have more leisure time."
Kavi frowned and was about to say something when he heard Harold speak:
"Senior Kavi, I think what Senior Elhaisen said is right. This is how business should be done. It's settled," Harold said as he took out a bag of Mora and began to count the amount. As he counted, he asked, "So as Party A, can I speed up the progress? If I spend three hours a day, how long will it take to complete it?"
"Looking at Kavi's progress and the number of textbooks, if he can make the typewriter within two months, I estimate it will take no more than four months at the latest." Elhaisen said in a businesslike tone.
Harold counted the money quickly and pushed the pile of Mora in front of him to Elhaisen: "I took the initiative to deduct part of the five-year salary. It's your fault that you touched everything you shouldn't have just touched. Give me a 20% discount, senior."
Alhaysen:...
Elhaisen crossed his arms across his chest and looked at Haroldt with disapproval in his eyes. Although he didn't say anything, his expression clearly revealed a feeling of "What mural are you talking about?"
Many small question marks popped up in Kavi's mind. He looked at Elhaisen and then at Haroldt, and for a moment he couldn't tell who was more shameless.
"What you just did should be considered sexual harassment." Elhaisen interrupted the silence.
"Not really," Harold quickly replied, "It was the senior who 'explicitly' told me to bribe you with sex. In addition to the special and unequal status of ours, you also used your knowledge to academically bully me and senior Kavi. According to the laws promulgated by the Faith Court, I am 100% a victim—"
"Stop stop stop stop! What a mess!"
Kavi shouted, and he felt overwhelmed. Sexual harassment and sexual bribery, why were all his junior classmates talking nonsense?
"I say, you two are minors, one is fifteen and the other sixteen, why are there so many twists and turns?" Kavi forced himself to calm down and acted like a senior to separate the two people who were on the verge of a fight.
Unexpectedly, Harold's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Did you hear that, Senior Elhaisen? I'm only fifteen years old. I'm not even of criminal responsibility age."