Bai Luan was training these staff members, which was obvious.
If this Space Station hadn't passed through his hands, then no matter how poorly the recruited staff members performed, it would have nothing to do with Bai Luan.
But now that they had passed through his hands, they couldn't perform too poorly, because that would affect Bai Luan's rating in Herta's eyes.
Before he boarded the Astral Express and became a Nameless, he couldn't be disliked by Herta.
Therefore, he had to train this group of people to the passing line; at the very least, they needed to reach the level of an old rookie.
This wasn't too difficult; it just required a little effort.
Since there were now thirteen teams available, Herta's Curios could also slowly begin to be transferred here.
They would start by containing the thirteen Curios for which solutions had already been found, beginning the transfer of the extra Curios from Ms. Herta's home.
He would also secretly mix in a few Curios he made himself, two at a time, every time from now on.
This way, he could eventually transfer the pile of Curios he created out of boredom to the Herta Space Station without Herta knowing.
Although he didn't know how long he could transfer Curios like this, he would send as many "time bombs" that could expose him as possible.
For every one sent, his risk of exposure decreased by a thread.
After spending a few days arranging the schedule for these matters, Bai Luan's so-called self-reflection was about to end.
During these days, those who were going to leave had basically resigned, his objectives had all been achieved, and it was time for the next step.
First, reward those who performed exceptionally well.
Now that he had financial freedom, investing in two projects that staff members wanted to do was not impossible, and it wouldn't cost much.
More importantly, after striking these people awake, he couldn't keep pressuring them. Bai Luan didn't like that kind of atmosphere, so he had to give some rewards to ease the oppressive atmosphere.
After the announcement, Stark and Conrad came to Bai Luan as scheduled and stated the projects they wanted.
Both chose mechanical prosthetics as the core research project, but with different focuses.
These two just loved to compete, just as Bai Luan could pick them out of a crowd, they could also sense that each other's strength was similar to their own.
So, they unconsciously treated each other as rivals.
To describe it simply, it was—Stand Users attract each other.
Bai Luan was naturally pleased with this situation; when his subordinates were in an internal competition, the leader benefited the most.
One stick to make them face reality, one carrot to make them look forward to the future.
Only in this way could the Space Station maintain a good atmosphere, neither too low nor too arrogant.
After doing all this, Bai Luan announced that Curio containment would be normalized, but without time limits. The condition for dismissal became not participating in a qualified solution for six months, and the reward became the right to research Curios first.
Bai Luan then gave these people half a month to adapt. After they had mostly gotten used to the new work, he put the task of Curio classification on the agenda.
In this way, Bai Luan took about two months to quickly get the Herta Space Station on track.
Everyone had only been employed for two months, but it felt as if they had been working for one or two years, with clear goals and schedules every day.
Confused? Don't know what to do? Feel that what you are doing now is meaningless?
You're just too idle; two days of overtime will set you straight.
After the Herta Space Station initially got on track, Bai Luan posed a challenge to all the staff members of the Herta Space Station:
How to contain the Stellaron?
Unfortunately, he wouldn't be able to see the project proposals these people came up with.
In the Station Master's office, Bai Luan looked at the phone in his hand, and after confirming it was correct, placed it on the desk.
On the phone screen was a message from Herta.
She was back and informed Bai Luan that he could step down as acting Station Master.
Bai Luan glanced at the thick stack of documents on his desk, pressed down by the phone, and felt a hint of regret.
He had recently been busy dividing departments for the Herta Space Station, and he hadn't finished yet.
However, being able to dump this kind of thing on others to do was not necessarily a bad thing.
Bai Luan: Everyone, from today onwards, I will resign from the position of acting Station Master of the Herta Space Station.
Stark: !
Stark: ?
Stark: Don't go! My research funds! My big patron!
Conrad: @Bai Luan, Station Master, is something wrong? I can try to help you.
Stark: +1
Looking at their replies, Bai Luan smiled. In this Herta Space Station group chat that he had established, these two were the most active.
Bai Luan: Nothing.
Bai Luan: It's just that Ms. Herta has finished her work and is back to take over the Space Station. I, the substitute, am off work.
When this message was sent by Bai Luan, the speed of information flooding the screen increased significantly, and many more people spoke up.
This was partly because Bai Luan was about to step down as Station Master, and people's fear of him had dissipated considerably. On the other hand, it was due to excitement.
After all, many people here came for Herta. Now that Herta was about to appear at the Herta Space Station, how could they not be excited?
Seeing the work group become rarely lively, Bai Luan also felt a hint of pleasure.
Although he knew that these people's expectations for Herta would soon be dashed by reality.
But he also knew that after his two months of "tempering," this group of people, at least, would not collapse at the first touch as they did initially.
Stark: @Bai Luan, Station Master, where will you go after stepping down?
Conrad: Same question.
Bai Luan: I have other work; I won't be staying at the Space Station.
After this message was sent, the once somewhat lively work group briefly fell silent again.
"Heh…"
Bai Luan let out a low chuckle at the screen.
"These pretentious little rascals, they've probably already popped champagne in celebration behind my back."
Bai Luan typed and sent a message.
Bai Luan: We worked together, no matter how long or short, there will always be a farewell. Each of you send me off with a phrase: 'Oh, Station Master, my Station Master.'
Stark: Does this phrase have any special meaning?
Of course, it has a special meaning.
This was a farewell phrase given by a student to his teacher in the movie "Dead Poets Society" in his previous life.
Having the staff members send him off with this phrase was just his way of reliving some memories from his past life.
After all, could he… be considered their teacher?
Heh, whether I am or not, at this moment, let's just say I am.
Just as Bai Luan was about to find a casual reason to explain, a message was sent out a step ahead.
Conrad: @Stark, you're so unromantic. At this moment, why ask so many questions? At this moment, just say:
Conrad's second message was still being typed, but Stark's name lit up again.
He said what Conrad was going to say, one step ahead.
Stark: Oh, Station Master, my Station Master.
Then, almost simultaneously, Conrad's message followed closely.
Conrad: Oh, Station Master, my Station Master.
Conrad, in the laboratory, looked at the message Stark had sent first and smiled.
"I didn't think you had any emotional intelligence left."
Stark, in another laboratory, pouted.
"I'm not dumber than you."
For a moment, the work group chat was flooded with messages, and at a glance, all that could be seen was 'Oh, Station Master, my Station Master.'
Bai Luan looked at the screen full of repeating characters, carrying a strange warmth, and gently nodded, no longer speaking.
The farewell was grand enough; no more words were needed.
Bai Luan quickly packed his things and boarded the spaceship that had come specifically to pick him up at the platform.
The platform was empty and deserted, with only the cold indicator lights blinking rhythmically.
Before leaving the station, Bai Luan took one last look at the Space Station.
Bai Luan had not informed the staff of his departure, so no one came to see him off.
He wondered when they would realize he had left.
Before I go, Station Master will tell you one more thing.
True goodbyes are silent.
He performed a standard, theatrically exaggerated curtain call to the empty void.
Although no one applauded, no one witnessed, a contented smile slowly bloomed on his face, as if he had shed all his burdens.
He picked up his light luggage, turned, and his figure disappeared into the dark hatch of the spaceship.
The engine started, emitting a low, steady hum, and the ethereal blue tail flame silently spewed forth into the cold vacuum.
The spaceship gracefully detached from the platform and glided into the deep star sea.
A light, almost ethereal voice, seemed to pierce the vacuum and landed on the Space Station that was gradually moving away:
"Goodbye~"