Chapter 42: Brian's New Job
Debraude Factory.
As Chris looked at the beverage processing plant before him, a unique emotion welled up in his heart.
It was his first step toward the presidency, and also the first step in unfolding his plans in the main world.
Just as he reached the main gate, Chris heard a familiar voice.
"Hehehe, this place is not open to the public. If you want to mess around, go to the abandoned factory across the street. Don't cause trouble here!"
Chris followed the sound and saw a pair of dog paws in the guard booth holding up a newspaper.
The newspaper was fully unfolded, completely covering the owner of the dog paws behind it.
Although he couldn't see the figure behind the newspaper, the pair of dog paws had already revealed its identity.
"Brian? What are you doing here?"
Chris walked up to the guard booth and asked Brian through the window.
"Chris? Oh my god, did you skip class?"
Brian put down the newspaper in his hand and asked, equally surprised.
"There's no such thing as skipping class at James Woods High School—this is called an educational field trip. I brought my friends to visit my factory. What are you doing here? Did Stewie arrange for you to come?"
Listening to Chris's excuse, Brian didn't argue.
He was indeed called by Stewie to guard the gate. According to him, Brian was a dog, so of course he should do what a dog should do.
Although Brian felt that statement insulted his dignity, there was nothing he could do—Stewie paid too well.
A daily wage of eight hundred dollars, and he only needed to sit in the guard booth, drink coffee, and read newspapers. You could say even a dog could do it.
So Brian, thinking that easy money shouldn't go to waste, voluntarily took on the job.
Because the new screenplay he'd been working on for the past two days had once again been rejected, and if he didn't find a job soon, he might not even have money for gas.
But now, being caught slacking off at work by the factory's actual boss, Brian suddenly felt at a loss for what to do. He stammered, "Um... ah... that's right! Stewie asked me to come help. Since you're bringing your friends to visit, then hurry up and go in! Remember to say hi to Stewie for me."
Saying that, Brian hastily opened the barrier gate, urging Chris to go in quickly.
Chris didn't understand why Brian was nervous, but since he was only responsible for guarding the gate, Chris couldn't be bothered with anything else.
After all, entrusting such a job to a talking dog was actually pretty reassuring!
However, before leaving, Chris scanned the guard booth and, finding no beer bottles, felt satisfied and entered the factory.
Seeing Chris leave, Brian finally relaxed, then put away the 'Canine Companion' magazine hidden under the newspaper.
If Chris knew he was reading such things at work, who knows if he would fire him.
After all, ever since Chris was discharged from the hospital last time, he seemed like a different person, with nothing in common with him at all.
It made Brian even think that the real Chris had died, and the one in front of him was some other entity occupying Chris's body and pretending.
However, thinking about how close Stewie was with him, Brian gave up on such wild speculation.
"Heh, seems I've been under too much stress lately—I'm even applying fantasy scenarios to reality!"
Thinking of this, Brian once again took out the 'Canine Companion' magazine, looked at the white Samoyed on the cover, and said with his heart racing, "Playing hard to get only goes so far. When I get off work, I'm definitely gonna make my move!"
Chris didn't know about his dog's pent-up desires, otherwise he would definitely help him out.
Although he was no longer the old Chris, when it came to matters of romance, he could still chat with Brian about it.
As for Marcus and Hank, they weren't surprised by the fact that a dog could talk.
Due to certain strange phenomena in this world, various things that defy logic but can still be accepted by people often happen.
For example, occasionally a few animals awaken intelligence, and not just animals—plants, rocks, even volcanic islands, parts of nature itself, can develop consciousness.
Different governments adopt different strategies for these entities.
For example, America treats them as undocumented immigrants. Unless you find a way to get a green card yourself, you're no different from those illegal immigrants who cross the border.
In fact, due to their identity as a non-human species, their situation can be even worse.
Of course, this only applies to ordinary cats and dogs that awaken intelligence. If they are rare species or possess special abilities, then it's a different story.
Like the giant yellow chicken on Spooner Street, it possesses an ability that can be called immortal and indestructible.
Because of this, it even received an invitation from the CIA, becoming their field agent and having a nice little home.
The reason Chris knew about it was because it didn't get along with Peter—they would fight whenever they met.
Fortunately, it only had the ability to be immortal and indestructible, and no other highly destructive powers.
Otherwise, Peter might have been killed by it long ago.
However, what puzzled Chris was why it didn't go for the kill.
Even if it was a chicken, leading to its strength being weaker than ordinary humans, it was a CIA agent, so getting a gun wouldn't be difficult.
But the final result was that no matter how much it hated Peter, their numerous fights only left Peter bruised and battered, never seriously injured.
In contrast, Peter always went for the kill, completely disregarding whether the other party could survive.
Chris could only guess that some kind of plot armor was protecting Peter, allowing him to always turn danger into safety.
While he was thinking, Chris had already led the two into the production workshop. As soon as they entered, they saw Stewie wearing a hard hat and patrolling.
"Hey, idiot! That material is for Zone A—what are you pushing it to Zone C for! Are you trying to deliver batteries to your grandma?"
"And you, the one hiding next to the water cooler charging! I've been watching you for five minutes—aren't you fully charged yet? Get to work!"
Stewie, who was loudly scolding the robots, turned his head and saw Chris. He then walked over with his short legs, simultaneously picking up a freshly produced bottle of drink and taking a sip.
"Oh my god! The intelligence level of these machines is still too low, and the programs I wrote for them cannot fully guarantee error-free operation. It would be great if you could get the code for Skynet!"
To Stewie's complaint, Chris smiled. "This is already very good—the efficiency is at least ten times that of manual labor, isn't it? Besides, if Skynet's program were loaded, who knows if they would activate the termination protocol."
"Tch!" Stewie pouted, annoyed that his little scheme had been seen through.
However, since this plan couldn't work, he'd just find something else worthwhile.
"Who are they? What did you bring them here for?"
Hank and Marcus curiously looked at the mumbling infant before them, simultaneously shocked that this was an unmanned factory that only existed in theory.
Fortunately, they trusted Chris completely, otherwise they would have screamed and run out to call the cops long ago.
Chris turned to look at his speechless, shocked subordinates and said with a smile, "My crew. I plan to have them recruit more people and create a personal security team for me."
"Oh, currently the daily output is only two hundred thousand bottles. We need to ship a lot to build capital, then expand operations."
Hearing Stewie say this, Chris immediately understood his meaning and said with a smile, "It's just for recruiting people at school first. Three hundred bottles a day is enough—we don't need that many at all."
"Also, I trust you to handle things! Just do it your way, and if anything comes up, just let me know."
Seeing Chris trust him so much, Stewie's eyes instantly welled up with tears, completely looking like a loyal retainer willing to die for his lord.
However, Chris felt a chill, which was a premonition that Stewie was going to pull something on him.
It was a pity that Chris's words had already been spoken. If he went back on his word so quickly, how could he become president?
Therefore, Chris, sensing something was wrong and feeling uneasy, prepared to leave with the drinks.
But just as he instructed his two subordinates to grab the goods, he heard Stewie's sly whisper, "Why are you so nervous? I just want to do a body scan on you and record some dimensional coordinates stored in your body.
That would also benefit you, helping you better determine which worlds can be traversed. You don't want to?"
Seeing Chris's increasingly resistant expression, Stewie also shared some news that was beneficial to Chris.
But Chris's intuition told him there was still a catch.
However, although there was a catch, Chris also realized there were indeed significant benefits, so he nodded stiffly and said, "Okay, but you can't trick me!"
Seeing Chris agree, Stewie immediately laughed, "Haha, of course not—we're brothers!"
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