X-MEN- CH-81. I need a farm manager

Martin suddenly felt that his life was extremely happy. He had no worries about food and drink every day and was supported by many charming wives.

"Would you like to come to my place? I want to start a farm. Why are you two staying on that mountain? My farm is near New York City. The environment is also very good. There are mountains, water, and forests. Come on. Food and accommodation are provided, and there are also dividends."

"...I need to discuss this with Kayla."

Martin nodded on the other end of the phone, "It's only right to discuss it. By the way, don't forget to tell her that Emma is also in New York." He was talking about Kayla's sister, the little girl who was now Emma's assistant.

"Okay, hanging up... beep beep..."

After hanging up the phone, Martin went alone to the farm that Emma got for him. This is a piece of land of more than 1,000 hectares, which includes a small lake and is connected to the forest in the south. Unlike most farms, the land belonged entirely to Martin, not rented. As for how Emma got it, it was easy to get the matter done because she had someone in the court.

The road next to the farm is only a 20-minute drive from Martin's home, and it is not far from the city. Logan will definitely come. He doesn't want to be involved in worldly affairs, but he has to consider Kayla. He can't always stay in that deserted place with his wife. If they have children in the future, they can't let the children stay there with the old couple. Now Kayla's sister is here too.

Before he came, Martin decided to get the farm ready, including fences, houses, tools, and so on. Martin doesn't plan to use superpowers to do these things; he can just hire someone. When Martin started planning, he suddenly felt a little confused. Fencing is simple—just make something to surround it. The house was easy to get; just find two places with good geographical locations and build two single-family houses—one for his own home and one for Logan.

But machines, planting, breeding... Even a god-like figure still doesn't understand these things that he doesn't know. He has done many jobs over the years, but he has never been a farmer.

"Honey, it looks like I need a farm manager. It's so hard to get anything done."

Martin returned home covered in dust and dirt, and as soon as he entered the door, he spoke to the people in the living room.

"Hahaha...." Raven laughed unkindly.

Emma asked, "Do you need my help?"

"No, no, I'll do it myself. You're busy enough."

Martin was feeling a little embarrassed that he couldn't handle the farm affairs. He couldn't rely on them for everything. Professional matters should be handled by professionals. He could get some seeds, and with a wave of his hands, lush crops would grow on the land, and the animals he raised would be fat and strong. But that was still the farm he wanted.

He went to the study, turned on the first-generation computer produced by Horn Group, and opened a website at an extremely slow speed. There were no job search websites back then, and the Internet was less timely. Because the speed was not fast enough, he could only look up some information that had already been registered. The website Martin entered was an information site where he could find introductions to some companies.

He drove to the door of an agency in Manhattan and stopped. This company is not big in New York City; it is just a private firm. He chose this one because the background of its boss is quite interesting. Born in the most chaotic neighborhood in New York, surrounded by gang members. Instead of going along with the gang, he was able to get along well with the police and the gangs and did consulting work.

Need to look up information? Go to him. Need to investigate someone? Go to him. Need a job? Go to him. Need to hire someone? Go to him too. A total know-it-all.

Martin took the elevator to the corresponding floor. The wooden door was wide open, and there was a lot of noise and smoke inside. Most of them wore large gold chains and watches, and their exposed skin was covered in various tattoos. He just don't know how many of those big gold chains are real. It is easy to guess who these people are from the constant use of words like "fake mama" from their mouths.

Martin's formal attire was different from theirs, and it was obvious that he was not of the same kind. So when he walked in, everyone fell silent at the same time, looking at Martin with burning eyes, some of them even with fierce looks. Looking at a few unfriendly young men, Martin raised his eyebrows and walked towards the receptionist, who was still busy on the calculator, without paying any attention to them.

Let's just say it's the front desk. It was a fat black lady with curly black hair and a cigarette between her thick lips. She half-closed her eyes, moved her fingers quickly, and ignored the noise around her.

"Hello, ma'am."

After Martin spoke, the other party looked up, saw Martin in a suit and tie, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Hello, just call me Lucy. How can I help you?" Lucy was rarely addressed as "Ms." and seemed quite satisfied with Martin's politeness.

"I want to recruit someone. Who should I look for?"

"Just find me...." She finished the last cigarette and quickly crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the table, "Who do you want to recruit?"

"A farm manager, helping me run the farm."

"Hmm..." Lucy seemed a little surprised by Martin's words and asked, "Why are you recruiting here? Those who come here to apply for jobs are either just released from prison or like these bastards." Lucy looked at the group across from her.

"Hey, Lucy, be nice to him."

After hearing this, Lucy turned around and started to scold, "If you don't like it, you can get out. I've helped you a lot, huh? Don't think I don't know what you call me behind my back—fat pig, right? Huh? Your mother gave birth to you but didn't teach you... Oh, I forgot, most of you don't have mothers. And you..."

Lucy pointed at a smoking man with flowery arms and cursed, "If you can't hold that damn cigarette properly, then don't smoke it. If you burn my sofa again, believe it or not, I will stuff all those damn cigarettes into your damn..."

After scolding for a long time, Lucy didn't even catch her breath. Racial talent, so terrifying. Seeing everyone who didn't dare to talk back, Lucy turned to look at Martin with satisfaction, "Well... speaking of it... do you have any other requests?"

"Just knowing what to do and when to do it on the farm and being able to take good care of the farm is enough. There aren't too many requirements."

"Hmm..." Lucy asked as she took notes, "What about the background?"

"I don't care, as long as it doesn't delay my work."

Lucy looked up at Martin in surprise, and Martin smiled back.

"Can I ask where your farm is? And its approximate size?"

"Suburban area, more than a thousand hectares."

This sentence silenced everyone present.

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