Bidegla's five characters were indeed very unrefined, even worse than those written by elementary school students, but these simple characters made Ned Duda's head buzz for a moment.

He felt as if a thousand horses were charging towards him, the immense pressure making his breath quicken.

"Impossible," Ned Duda exclaimed, his face filled with incredulity.

The characters were crooked and lacking the appearance of a master calligrapher, but the hidden power within them was undeniably real, a realm possessed only by true calligraphy masters.

Ned Duda believed what Bidegla had said before, that he wasn't very skilled at writing, but if he were to present this to those self-proclaimed calligraphers, it would only cause them embarrassment.

"Brother, I am truly impressed. If I didn't know you were younger than me, I would think you were an old soul," Ned Duda said, his tone filled with genuine admiration.

"What are these characters? They are so frightening, I feel like I can't breathe," Tamma Jones said, lightly clutching her chest with a look of lingering fear.

"Bidegla, how did you do it?" Jennie Laura also asked.

"I don't know, I just wrote with my heart. How is it? Is it terrible?" Bidegla looked at his crooked characters with some embarrassment.

It had been years since he had written with a brush, and being able to write in this manner was already the best.

"No," Jennie Laura shook her head. "I have seen the characters of true calligraphy masters, and theirs are far inferior to yours. If you were to display these characters, they could even be auctioned as treasures."

"Is it really that exaggerated?" Bidegla was startled by Jennie Laura's words. He had only thought his characters were ugly, but Jennie's high praise surprised him.

With his elementary level skills, could he really challenge the calligraphy masters? This was completely absurd.

"Brother, perhaps you cannot see it, but your characters already contain a spiritual impact, a value that is immensely significant. I am truly inferior," Ned Duda explained.

"Is it true?" Seeing the three of them looking shocked, Bidegla still found it hard to believe.

He had just written with his heart, could it really reach the level that Ned Duda described?

"I have decided, I will use these five characters written by Bidegla," Jennie Laura announced loudly, holding the characters in her hand.

"Ah?" Bidegla was startled. His writing was so ugly, if it were to be used as a sign, it would make people laugh.

It would be fine if only the few of them saw it, after all, they knew each other, but to use his own poorly written characters in such a large jewelry store would be truly embarrassing.

Bidegla could already imagine the looks of ridicule on the faces of passersby when they saw his characters in the future.

"Well, I also think it's good to use this, I agree," Ned Duda said with a smile.

"I also think it's good, let's use this," Tamma Jones quickly agreed.

This time, with three out of four people agreeing to use Bidegla's characters as a sign, even if Bidegla didn't want to, it was already of no use.

"Whatever, in the end, it's not me who will be embarrassed, it's our jewelry store," Bidegla said no more, looking like a rascal.

"Alright, now that there are no major issues, let's inspect this place before we decide," Jennie Laura said, looking every bit like a boss.

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The handover of work went exceedingly smoothly, and the renovation here is almost complete. We are just waiting for the staff to be in place before we can open for business.

"Jennie, I wonder if we have found all the necessary personnel," Bidegla inquired once the construction workers had all departed.

Even hiring for Laura's jewelry store has proven to be quite challenging, and this has Bidegla feeling rather concerned.

"Not yet. Although there have been many applicants, I have found few that meet my satisfaction. Let's take this slowly. Since we want to develop this place into our headquarters, we cannot rush things," Jennie responded.

"No need to worry about the staff, Jennie. I know a colleague who specializes in human resources. If we can't find suitable candidates, I suggest recruiting some recent female graduates. They are full of enthusiasm as they step out into society and would be worth a try."

Upon hearing Ned Duda's suggestion, Jennie Laura pondered for a moment and eventually agreed.

Ned Duda's words were right—youthful individuals are full of motivation, which the older generation cannot compare to. Older people are only concerned with high wages and avoiding mistakes. However, young people who are just entering society have nothing to lose, and if given the opportunity, they would be willing to work hard.

In this day and age, there are not many fools. With a little training, they can easily step into the role. It's actually a good choice.

"I will leave this matter to you, to ensure that we recruit the necessary staff in the shortest time possible. We will need approximately thirty people," Jennie said.

"No problem. I will contact my colleague later, so you can rest assured," Bidegla replied.

With the staff taken care of, it was a weight off of Jennie Laura's mind. However, she still felt a bit uneasy as she turned her attention to Bidegla and asked, "Bidegla, do you have any connections for finding security guards? The last robbery incident has put Laura's jewelry store in a precarious position, and there are hardly any security guards willing to apply for the job."

"You don't need to worry about that. I will find a way," Bidegla assured.

Finding security guards is indeed a challenge. Bidegla needs to find individuals who are skilled in all aspects. In this regard, Stuart Buzer can help him.

When it came time to print the signboard, Jennie Laura did not accompany Bidegla. Instead, she went out with her new friend, Tamma Jones, leaving Bidegla alone on the street. In the end, Ned Duda played the role of a good Samaritan and acted as his driver.

"Brother, where are you headed? I'll take you there," Ned Duda asked as Bidegla got into the car.

"I'm going to the New Sun Building to meet someone," Bidegla replied, reclining into his seat.

Ned Duda drove at a fast pace, completely disregarding traffic rules. His car had a government-issued license plate, which drew special attention from the traffic police, but they did not dare to stop him. This gave Bidegla an idea, and he asked, "Duda, can you help me get a government-issued license plate as well?"

"No problem. I will take care of it for you," Ned Duda replied nonchalantly. With his status as the son of a prince, it was a simple matter for him to get things done.

"By the way, who was that girl with you today? You seem to have some good luck with the ladies," Ned Duda inquired with a mischievous smile.

"She's just a gaming friend who has latched onto me," Bidegla replied, feeling no need to conceal the truth in front of another man.

Upon hearing Bidegla's words, Ned Duda nearly drove the car into the ditch. Both of these extraordinary beauties favoring Bidegla, is there no justice in the world? And judging by the appearances of Jennie Laura and Tamma Jones, it is clear that they are the closest of intimate friends, yet they manage to coexist harmoniously while simultaneously harboring affection for the same individual.

"Do not be mistaken, Jennie does not know about my relationship with Tamma Jones," Bidegla sighed, rubbing his temples.

"You are remarkable, young man!" Ned Duda exclaimed, expressing his admiration.

"What's so remarkable about it? I feel extremely troubled right now, fearing that one day I might be exposed," Bidegla shook his head.

"Don't play coy, my friend. Having two beautiful women like you is a blessing from the heavens. Brother, you are so handsome and charming, yet still a bachelor. If you don't want Tamma Jones, you might as well give her to me," Ned Duda laughed heartily.

"Get lost," Bidegla retorted, unamused.

After about ten minutes, Ned Duda dropped Bidegla off at the entrance of the New Sunshine Building. Bidegla glanced at the fifty-story structure and then walked inside.

The doorman recognized Bidegla and respectfully led the way, fearing that Bidegla might "ko" him if he displeased him.

"Buzer senior brother," as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Bidegla saw Stuart Buzer waiting for him as usual.

"Junior brother, you're recovering quite well. You're almost back to normal already," Stuart Buzer said with a smile, in a good mood.

Indeed, although Bidegla still felt somewhat weak, he looked no different from an ordinary person on the outside.

"Buzer senior brother, I came to see you today to ask for a favor," Bidegla cut to the chase as he walked and talked.

"Oh, I knew it. You never come to me for anything good. Spit it out, what do you want?" Stuart Buzer chuckled and asked.

"It's nothing major, just need a few people from you," Bidegla said calmly.

"Hmm?" Upon hearing Bidegla's words, Stuart Buzer raised an eyebrow, showing a hint of hostility. "Has someone below dared to provoke you again?"