#488 - Difficult (asking for monthly ticket recommendation ticket)

"But..." Nason also heard the refusal in Claremont's words, but he was still a little unwilling. Perhaps Claremont's gentle attitude had motivated him to try again.

"Your Excellency Claremont, I know your difficulties. I don't expect something out of nothing. It is indeed difficult to add such powerful equipment to the maintenance team in a short time."

"But... don't we have ready-made ones?" Nason paused, brewing his next words, "Actually, many people can see that the maintenance team has to bear more risks than those patrol teams..."

"Enough!"

Claremont immediately interrupted Nason. He knew exactly what the other party meant – they wanted to transfer the tactical vests allocated to the patrol team to the maintenance team.

But the patrol team was responsible for the safety of the entire base. He knew that the park's patrol team was mostly just for show.

They hadn't encountered much trouble over the years, mostly just dealing with Muggles who trespassed. Otherwise, he wouldn't have placed his nephew in the patrol team.

But he knew the patrol team's significance. They were the basic guarantee for the breeding base, like a match in winter, a reserve of water in the desert.

So even if they were never needed, they absolutely had to exist. He was clear about this.

Especially at this time, Claremont knew how much the club's bigwigs valued the breeding base. They relied on smuggling magical creatures for a living.

And those guys were all ruthless killers, so there couldn't be any negligence.

To this end, Claremont even held meetings with the patrol team every so often to prevent them from learning to slack off out of boredom.

So Claremont's face changed drastically, instantly turning from amiable to stern and sharp. He glared at Nason fiercely.

He was clearly warning the other party that this was an absolute bottom line, and the patrol team's equipment could not be reduced.

"S-sorry, sir, I didn't mean that..." After being glared at by Claremont, Nason knew he had said the wrong thing. He sat there uneasily, his hands rubbing together nervously.

"Sigh..." Seeing Nason's appearance, Claremont couldn't get angry. He could only gently remind him:

"Nason, the patrol team guarantees the safety of everyone in the park. The organization we belong to is a large company with a great reputation on the international stage. They have many enemies."

"Not to mention we have so many precious magical creatures, which can easily attract the covetous eyes of criminals. And we are actually very close to Muggle cities. If we accidentally expose ourselves to Muggles, we will violate the 'International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy'!"

"So the patrol team may not seem as hard or dangerous as the maintenance team, but the responsibility they bear is crucial!"

Claremont earnestly advised Nason.

Nason could only nod helplessly, not knowing how much he had taken in.

After all, Claremont had told them this spiel many times, and everyone's immunity was naturally high. Some veterans in the park could even recite it backwards.

It was like the common preaching of bosses and teachers in companies or schools. Perhaps in their eyes, they were sharing valuable life experiences and principles, but in the eyes of employees and students, it was no different from nonsense.

The key was the asymmetry of information and the issue of position. What these employees cared about was whether the income and expenditure were balanced, and whether the boss was biased.

Clearly, in the eyes of the maintenance team members, Claremont was somewhat biased. Even the always honest Nason had such thoughts at this moment.

And Claremont, who was wise with age, could see it and knew that Nason hadn't listened to much of his advice.

But Claremont was also helpless. He couldn't directly tell him that they were working for a group of international smugglers, which was a job that could lead to jail time, and that the patrol team was actually guarding against the Ministry of Magic, right?

To be a member of the patrol team in the park, the most important thing was not strength, but loyalty. Only those who could be completely trusted and knew their position could take on this responsibility.

Otherwise, the best way to deal with this contradiction was actually to rotate shifts, so that everyone had the opportunity to do the work of the patrol team.

But Claremont knew this was impossible. Some secrets could never be told to these ordinary wizards in the park.

However, considering that the maintenance team already knew the secret of the tactical vests, he had to let Nason bring back some good news, otherwise the conflict between the patrol team and the maintenance team would become more intense, which would not be conducive to the management of the park.

So Claremont immediately put on a considerate expression.

"Okay, Nason, I can understand your difficulties. Dealing with those magical creatures every day, that feeling of being on edge all the time is indeed very uncomfortable."

"It's just that the patrol team also has their responsibilities. I can't transfer all their resources to you, but I might be able to think of other ways for you. Give me some time, and I'll see if I can apply for some more tactical vests from the higher-ups, or some other alternatives."

What Claremont said to Nason at this time was no different from a blank check, just like Nason's guarantee to those team members in the morning.

It's just that most people, when faced with some ambiguous answers, tend to favor the information that is more beneficial to them.

Like now, Nason immediately beamed with joy after hearing Claremont's words, as if he had already seen the boss fulfilling his promise.

"Thank you! Thank you, Your Excellency Claremont. I knew you were a great person who cared for your subordinates. I'm sorry for troubling you at this time."

Nason stood up excitedly, constantly saying flattering words to Claremont. After all, with these words from Claremont, he could at least have something to explain to his colleagues when he returned.

"Alright, alright, thank me after I have specific news." Claremont replied with a fake smile, then looked out the window as if on cue.

"It's getting late, go back and rest early. You have to get up early for work tomorrow. Say hello to those injured team members for me."

Speaking of this, Claremont specially walked to the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of unopened 'Rainbow Brandy', "Here, take this bottle of wine back and share it with your team members. This is a good product from Dino's Magic Winery, and ordinary people can't buy it."

"Thank you, thank you, Your Excellency. I'm very sorry for taking up your time." Nason took the wine from Claremont with some shyness, still thanking him repeatedly, while walking backwards towards the door.

"Oh, right, when you go downstairs, ask Gail to come up here." Claremont watched the other party leave with a kind face, as if he were looking at a close junior.

But as soon as Nason left the room, Claremont's face immediately returned to indifference, and even a hint of gloom could be seen in his eyes.

He didn't have to wait long. Ms. Gail, the doorkeeper on the first floor, entered the office, and she didn't even knock, which showed that she should be very trusted by Claremont.

"Your Excellency, you called me?" Gail asked softly, then noticed that Claremont was not in a good mood. "What's wrong? Did that Nason bring you any bad news? I remember he usually behaves quite well."

"Hmph! It's all Matthew's fault, that idiot!" Claremont raised his glass, preparing to take a sip, but then slammed the glass down with some annoyance.

"Matthew? Are you referring to your nephew? What did he do to make you angry again?" Gail calmly took out a handkerchief, wiped the table wet with wine, and asked casually.

"That idiot is simply a sieve. He casually told everything about the tactical vests." Claremont angrily snatched Gail's handkerchief and cleaned the wine stains on his hands haphazardly.

"So that's how it is. So Nason came on behalf of the maintenance team members. That makes sense. They seemed to have had an accident when dealing with a fire dragon this morning, and several maintenance team members were injured."

Gail's thinking was very sharp, and she quickly sorted out the whole context. Then she actually joked, "I advised you a long time ago not to let Matthew join the patrol team. The people there know too many secrets."

Claremont couldn't help but roll his eyes at Gail. The reason why he arranged for Matthew to go to the patrol team was because it was safer there. Did she expect him to go to the maintenance team?

If that idiot was injured by those magical creatures, he would be annoyed to death by Matthew's mother.

But thinking of this, Claremont shook his head helplessly again. Even he instinctively thought that the patrol team was safer than the maintenance team. No wonder the maintenance team members had so many opinions.

"How are you going to handle this? The matter of the tactical vests must have spread throughout the maintenance team by now. Do you need to hold a separate meeting for the maintenance team leaders?"

"And Matthew, if he stays in the patrol team, he might spread more gossip he hears. Should he be reassigned?"

As Claremont's personal secretary, Gail not only knew many secrets, but also had outstanding abilities. She quickly gave the boss ideas.

"There's no need to hold a meeting. I've already appeased Nason and told him that I will try my best to fight for some protective equipment for them."

"As for Matthew, just transfer that idiot to patrol outdoors. Let him face a dog every day, and see what gossip he can find out." Claremont said irritably.

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