Chapter 1101 Persuasion (seeking a monthly ticket)
~《》~ Chapter 1101 Persuasion (asking for monthly votes)
The tall young man had his back to Guilimanyafu and was busy with something. As soon as he heard this sentence, his whole body suddenly shook as if he was electrocuted, and the expression on his face immediately changed.
Seeing that his expression was wrong, several people who looked like businessmen surrounding the young man turned around at the same time and glared at Gilmanyav fiercely.
***, where did this nouveau riche and vulgar piece of shit come from? Judging from the young man's expression as if he was being blocked by a creditor, he had a pretty good relationship with the young man.
Everyone here has been flattering this young man for a long time, and this guy wants to jump in line as soon as he comes up?
There is no way~!
Several people immediately tightened the young man's arms and started to quarrel noisily.
"Sir Larry, I was here first."
"Don't compete with me. I've already reserved a private room at Purple Spring Breeze."
"Bah, purple spring breeze is nothing. My lord, I ordered a serious "". It has all kinds of music, playing, playing and singing. It's guaranteed to be fun and exciting, and it's also a designated cooperative unit of our customs..."
"..."
For a time, everyone was noisy.
It seems that if we don't invite Mr. Larry to dinner today, it will be more serious than Mars hitting the earth.
Larry straightened his face, waved his hands, and said sternly: "My wise, mighty, and unparalleled wise Ninth Majesty has repeatedly issued orders that public servants are strictly prohibited from accepting banquets during working hours. Please go back."
Everyone couldn't help but look at each other, and everyone could see the disbelief in each other's eyes.
What kind of ban, bullshit~!
This kind of ban is not issued three to five hundred times a year.
It's just a formality to fool those dead people.
If anyone really takes it seriously, then he is truly mentally retarded~!
Someone immediately shouted: "Your Majesty, you are a role model for me and others. But we are gathering among friends after get off work. First, it is not working time, and second, it is not a banquet. This is not a violation of His Majesty's prohibition at all. Haha, hahahaha..."
He laughed dryly for a while, but then he saw that Larry was still sullen, and the laughter dropped unconsciously.
Larry sneered and said, "I already said I won't accept treats during work. Do you want me to make a mistake? You can go away."
When the clerks nearby saw this, they also reprimanded them in unison, treating the businessmen like the third grandson.
These little people have very bright eyes. But those who rush to invite people to dinner usually have no background. Even if they offend them, it doesn't matter. Afterwards, in order to find a way out, they have to give themselves a
Big red envelopes or something.
On the contrary, there are those guys who take a small piece of paper and don't give a good look to anyone they meet. Their nose is not a nose, their face is not their face, and they look like a bald-tailed wolf. They must not be offended easily.
The surrounding businessmen had no choice but to disperse in frustration.
Larry told the clerk behind him, and with a sullen face, he quickly walked up to Jirimanyafu and said nervously: "You..."
Then he looked around vigilantly, got in front of Jirimanyafu, and lowered his voice and said, "Why are you here?"
Gilmanyav smiled and spread his hands and said: "What? I can't come? I didn't expect that after Mr. Larry became an official, he forgot about his former poor relatives."
Immediately, he poked his head, glanced at the clerks not far away, and then shouted: "I am your cousin. I hugged you when you were a child. Don't you remember?"
Larry was startled and hurriedly reached out to hold him. Then he shook his head with a wry smile and said, "That's not what I meant. Let's go home and talk about something."
Larry turned around, said a few words to the clerks in the office, and then walked out. He hailed a taxi.
Before the carriage could stop, he had already hurriedly pushed Gilmanyav onto the carriage.
The carriage circled the city twice and finally stopped.
When Gilmanyav jumped off the carriage, he found that he was in an elegant and quiet community.
On both sides of the stone road are small courtyards with gardens. The road is neat and clean, and tall evergreen trees are planted along the road. It is clear at a glance that this is a middle-class residential area.
Jirimanyafu stretched his neck and looked around as if seeing something new, and exclaimed: "This place is pretty good~!"
Larry didn't say anything, looked around, and then quickly pulled him into a villa with a beautiful two-story building.
The two entered the room, and as soon as they closed the door, Larry couldn't wait to drag Jirimanyav and asked: "What happened? Why did you come here suddenly?"
Jirimanyav didn't answer. He walked into the room and looked around. He even climbed up to the second floor and visited every room. Finally, he patted Larry on the shoulder and said enviously: "Have a small life."
Is it good?"
"It's okay, it's okay." Larry said helplessly: "I said you were sent to Nai'an, what happened?"
Jirimanyafu said to himself: "It's really hard to compare people to each other. Look at your beautiful villa. Ha, there is actually a garden in the back.
My house is not good. When it rains lightly outside, it rains heavily inside. It is cold in winter and hot in summer. Hahaha..."
Jirimanyafu smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "Do you know what I do in Naian? A vendor selling seasonings, selling seasonings... It's not like you, living in a two-story villa, surrounded by people all day long.
With flattery.”
Larry frowned and looked at Jirimanyav and said: "This is not like you. Didn't you teach us that everything is for work needs."
"Work, yes...work." Jirimanyafu sighed and said, "Where's your wife?"
Larry frowned and said cautiously: "What are you talking about? I don't have a wife."
Gilmanyav raised his hand, pointed at Larry's nose and laughed.
As if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, he almost burst into tears from laughter, and then he said: "You are Larry who was taught by me, and the person who knows you best in the world is me. This room is so clean.
Look, there is a mistress, and besides, you are always very sultry."
As he said that, he reached out and scratched his finger on the table next to him, and then raised his finger. He saw that it was clean and not stained with any dust at all - without a clean, careful, and diligent hostess, it would not be possible at all.
It's impossible to clean it so cleanly.
Larry had a dark face and said in a deep voice: "She has returned to her parents' home. She is a local and doesn't know anything. I only got married to facilitate my work."
Gilliman Yafu fell down on the sofa, and sat down twice to feel the elasticity of the spring, and said: "Your sofa is really comfortable. Isn't it made by Feiying Company? It's very expensive."
Larry didn't answer, but asked: "You didn't come just to see my sofa, did you?"
Gilmanyav shook his head and said with a smile: "I was caught."
Larry was startled for a moment. When he understood the meaning of these words, he was stunned for a moment and looked at Gilmanyav with a horrified expression.
Got caught~!
Then he can appear in front of him alive and kicking.
There is no other possibility except rebellion.
And now, he appeared in front of him again.
This shows...
This shows that he sold himself~!
For a moment, Larry felt his temples twitching, his head was buzzing, and his eyes were a little dark: the battle between spies has always been cruel and ruthless. Once you fall into the enemy's hands, you will never be able to find a good outcome.
Unknowingly, his hand slowly reached down.
Guilimanyaf shrugged indifferently and said: "Okay, kid, put down the knife in your hand. I taught you this skill."
Larry's eyes were fixed on Jilimanyaf, motionless.
Gilmanyav coughed lightly, then crossed his legs and said leisurely: "Dear Larry, from the conversation just now, I know that you love your wife very much, right? Think about her."
Larry's expression couldn't help but change again. After a while, he sighed softly, slowly stretched out his hand from under the table, and threw a gleaming dagger in his hand on the table.
"And the one on the left hand." Gilmanyav smiled and stretched out his fingers, pointed at his body a few times, and said, "Oh, by the way, I want the one on the right leg too."
In desperation, Larry threw another knife on the table, then lifted up his trousers and placed a short knife on the table.
"By the way, just keep the one on your belt." Jirimanyafu said lightly.
Larry looked at Jirimanyav and was silent for a while before saying, "Who caught you?"
"This is not important." Jirimanyafu waved his hand and said: "Where is the old man who came to your place some time ago?"
Larry said warily: "What old man?"
Guilimanyaf suddenly started to do it, leaned his upper body forward, stared into Larry's eyes, and said: "Larry, I'm here to save you. Do you know about Edin's island?"
Larry nodded silently and said solemnly: "I have heard about it a little bit."
"Lime is dead. He was killed by that lich." Jirimanyafu said calmly.
Larry lost his voice and said: "This is impossible~!"
Jirimanyafu said: "I was also chased by a lich a few days ago, and I almost died."
"Are you sure it's... a lich?" Larry said with a doubtful expression, "That's a lich."
Jirimanyafu said: "I'm sure, because the lich who killed me was sent to me from above and asked me to cooperate fully. The same is true for the lich that Shimei met. They were all sent by Hadu."
Larry's eyes suddenly widened to the limit, with a horrified expression on his face, and he said tremblingly: "You...stop lying."
Guilimanyaf said seriously: "I can show you the evidence. We captured the lich on Edin Island. I have seen it. The lich mission you received is the same. Destroy the port and get rid of us at the same time.
.”
Larry seemed to be frightened and said: "This is impossible, this is impossible..."
Gilmanyav said: "Larry, you have been with me for twelve years, do you think I would lie to you about this kind of thing? The evidence is right in front of you, so you still have some judgment."
Larry's face turned pale and he said in panic: "That guy is with my wife."
Jirimanyafu asked: "Where?"
"My villa in the country." Larry was so frightened that he seemed about to cry.
Gilmanyav sneered and said, "You still have a villa in the countryside. My life has been wasted."
Larry jumped up and the veins on his forehead popped out, and he shouted anxiously: "This is not the time to say such things. My wife still has a child in her belly."
Larry was so anxious that he waved his hands and said, "What should I do? What should I do?"
Jirimanyafu pondered for a moment and said, "Can you trust me?"
Larry seemed to be too frightened and said: "You pulled me out of the beggar pile, and you saved my life. Of course I can trust you."
Jirimanyafu stood up, put on his hat, and said solemnly: "Then come with me, and I will take you to meet someone."
"Who is it?"
"You'll know when you get there."
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When Jirimanyav and the agents went out together, accompanied by the manager's brother-in-law, Lorraine and Leo took the manager of the branch to learn about some of the branch's operations.
Of course, the manager of the branch produced a beautiful piece of data, which made the two big bosses very happy.
Most of the businesses operated by Feiying Group are high-tech products, which are unique in the market. Others cannot master the manufacturing technology, and even if they know the principles, they cannot copy it. Not to mention, even if they can copy it, who would have the courage?
The Security Army, the SS, the Gestapo, the CIA, the Bureau of Investigation, these spy agencies are not just for free. In addition, there are also powerful lawyers. Just a lawsuit is enough to make those who dare to pirate
The bastards pawned their last pair of underwear.
Feiying Group has always done business in a seller's market, and has never worried about buying and selling things.
The company's management is based on the upper-level route, and the backend is extremely hard. Profit is a matter of course, but how much profit can be made depends on the abilities of each branch manager.
The manager of the Bertaman branch ranks high in the entire group in terms of profit due to his involvement in the business of co-organizing supplies for peacekeeping forces.
As long as he knew that gold coins would jingle into his wallet every moment, Leo would be extremely happy.
Just then, several agents came back in disgrace.
Throughout the morning, Belen had been sitting on the left side, looking at a map without saying a word. He saw a few of them standing in front of him dejectedly, like a group of children who had made a mistake.
Beren laughed, shook his head and said, "Did you lose him?"
Several people nodded.
Beren said: "It's hard for you. Tracking is not your specialty. But let's learn a lesson. You are still far from it. Don't act like you are invincible all day long."
A few people nodded with sad faces.
Leo came over and said, "Did that guy run away?"
Belen said easily: "Don't worry, Chairman, he will come back."
Lorraine has great confidence in Belen's judgment because Belen has never made a mistake since taking charge of the venture capital company.
I waited patiently until noon, and sure enough, Jirimanyav strolled back to the Flying Eagle Group.
He originally expected to see the surprised expressions on Lorraine's and others' faces after he suddenly appeared, but he found that there was nothing strange on Lorraine's and others' faces.
Lorraine even nodded to him.
Belen's face was half-smiling, which made Gilmanyev feel discouraged.
Finally, Jirimanyafu sighed helplessly and said: "I will introduce someone to the bosses. Larry, come in."
Ever since Larry was brought into the Flying Eagle Group by Jirimanyav, he looked stunned and a little lost.
Although he had already guessed it, Larry still felt strange in his heart when he saw his teacher defecting to the Ruman people with his own eyes.
When he walked into the room, he saw a room full of people sitting in the living room.
In the middle are a child, a young man and a middle-aged man, while the manager of the local Flying Eagle Company stands respectfully beside him.
The manager of the Flying Eagle Group and he are both considered to be one of Berta Manchester City's figures, so Larry naturally recognizes them.
Larry instantly guessed the identities of the children and young people. The portraits of Lorraine and Leo could be seen all over the continent. Although the portraits might be a little out of shape, it was still not difficult to see.
Jirimanyafu said: "These are the two bosses of the group and General Manager Belen. This is..."
The branch manager said: "Mr. Larry from the Port Authority. I just didn't expect to see you, Mr. Larry, under such circumstances."
Larry showed a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Larry, tell me." Gilmanyav said as he stretched out his hand.
Larry wiped the sweat from his forehead and said nervously: "That guy, the guy sent from above, came to me about two weeks ago. He said that I wanted to find a quiet place for him. I just sent him
Arranged at my villa in the countryside."
Lorraine waved her hand and said, "Don't be nervous. Speak slowly. What does that person look like?"
"An old man, very thin, skinny, his skin seems to be gray, gloomy, and rarely speaks. I arranged him to stay at my wife's natal home." Larry finished in one breath.
Lorraine asked: "Is he still there?"
Larry nodded and said, "My wife said he almost never goes out."
Lorraine grabbed the shotgun on the table, stood up, patted his clothes, and said, "Get ready, let's go kill it tonight."
"Drink~!" the young agents shouted excitedly.
Larry said in horror: "But my wife is also there, she...she is pregnant."
Belen stood up and patted Larry on the shoulder, saying: "Don't worry, we will ensure the safety of your wife."
An agent picked up a heavy bag that he had brought with him, threw it on the ground with a bang, opened the pocket, and took out the contents one by one.
What Girimanyav and Larry saw inside were pieces of something like square cheese blocks wrapped in tarpaulin.
The agent placed them on the table, slowly and carefully tied them together, and then carefully put them back into the bag.
The other agents also took out their own weapons, pistols, and ammunition and placed them all on the table.
Jirimanyav was surprised to see dozens of grenades among them.
After it got dark, Lorraine and Larry boarded two carriages and rode towards the outskirts of Bertaman.
After dinner, everyone came to a small town.
Larry pointed to the tallest house in the town and said, "That's my home."