London. Winter.
Thick fog.
Although visibility was poor, this weather was actually ideal—no need to worry about bombings.
As soon as the car stopped in front of the North Borneo Company's London office, Willy, who had been waiting for some time, immediately stepped forward, opened the car door, and greeted respectfully,
"Hello, sir."
It must be said, the British are always pragmatic. No matter who the employer is—even a Chinese—they are always one hundred percent respectful.
After all, they can't live without a few silver coins!
"Welcome to the company, sir. All the staff at the office have been waiting for your arrival."
The company had a new owner.
For the office staff, this was good news, because… ever since the war broke out, they had only been paid half their salaries. Of course, if they didn't like it, they could always resign.
"…Before the war, the office had 37 employees. Due to the war, only fifteen remain, seven of whom are women."
