Lin Kun looked at the fruit knife stabbing Miancha's neck and immediately stopped: "Stop!"
Ji Bu stopped.
"bite"
The sharp blade of the fruit knife pierced the floor, making a crisp collision sound. As for Miancha himself, his body also trembled.
"Grass!"
Ji Bu slapped Mencha on the face: "Why the hell are you shaking? I thought you weren't afraid of death."
Talking room.
He stood up, pulled out a stool and sat down: "Brother Kun, just get rid of this one and forget about it. Why should you keep it?"
"There's no rush."
Lin Kun replied: "The top priority is to recover that batch of goods."
The implication of his words was already obvious.
Mencha cannot be killed.
Lin Kun has his own considerations. The relationship between him and the Eight-faced Buddha is now very delicate. If Miancha is eliminated, it will create a situation that he does not want to face now.
"..."
Ji Bu didn't say anything after hearing this.
"Miancha."
Lin Kun stood up and walked to Miancha's side, giving him a condescending look: "You are quite capable, and you dare to hack me on my Lin Kun's territory."
"hehe."
Mian Cha frowned and didn't look at Lin Kun: "Lin Kun, it's just that your horse was lucky and had a good idea. He accidentally bumped into me, otherwise your goods would have been gone long ago."
"pity."
Lin Kun raised his foot and kicked Mian Cha: "It turns out that your father will have to pay double the price to bring you back, right?"
"snort!"
Mencha snorted and stopped talking.
"Take it down."
Lin Kun waved his hand to Wu Fei, and Andy and the two took Mian Cha down. He would arrange for someone to handle the next batch of goods.
"Brother Kun."
Ji Bu looked at Miancha who was being taken away and added: "In my opinion, just get rid of this ruthless thing."
"This business is in deep water. I can handle the inspection matters myself."
"All right."
When Ji Bu heard this, he stopped talking.
He glanced at the position at the door and muttered in his heart: "This Mian Cha, the tool man's role is quite comprehensive."
With Miancha's words just now, he was completely separated from this matter, and then came the stage of fighting the fire.
"I, Lin Kun, always have clear rewards and punishments when doing things. I will be rewarded if I have merit, and I will be punished if I make mistakes."
Lin Kun returned to his seat and sat down, directly skipping the topic of inspection, and his eyes fell on Duan Kun in Tsim Sha Tsui again:
"Duan Kun, you did a very bad job in this matter. For the next six months, all your shares will be confiscated. Do you have any objections to this?"
"I have no objection."
Duan Kun sniffed, his face was burning, and the two slaps Lin Kun had given him just now were still hurting:
"I didn't do things well, it's my fault."
"Um."
Lin Kun glanced at Duan Kun: "If nothing happens in the future, you can take care of Abu more often."
"ah"
When Duan Kun heard Lin Kun's words, his expression was obviously stunned for a moment, a trace of haze flashed in his eyes, and he said expressionlessly:
"Okay, I'll definitely take him."
Under the desk.
Duan Kun's hands on his knees were clenched into fists.
"Jingkun!"
Lin Kun's eyes followed Liangkun, and his tone became a little deeper: "You also collected the money for the goods you delivered, but you came back with a bunch of waste paper!"
"yes."
Liangkun responded reluctantly.
"If Abu hadn't accidentally caught Mian Cha in this matter, then the batch of goods in my hand would have been put into the pocket of the Eight-faced Buddha in vain."
Lin Kun tapped his fingers on the table and said in a playful tone: "Tell me, how should I express my gratitude to Abu?"
"."
When Liangkun heard what Lin Kun said, he looked at Ji Bu with gloomy eyes: "Yes, Abu has the ability. It's up to the boss to decide how he wants to express himself."
"good."
Lin Kun responded and sat up straight: "Since you said so, I know it in my heart."
"So be it."
He thought briefly and made a decision: "For the eight commercial streets you are currently responsible for, half of them should be given to Abu to manage."
"What?!"
Liangkun jumped up from his seat almost subconsciously, like a cat whose tail was stepped on:
"Give half of it to him? Why!"
If half of the commercial street under his control was really given to Ji Bu, then the money he put into his pocket every month would be almost halved.
"Why?"
Lin Kun nodded vigorously with his fingers on the table: "Abbi, you have the brains."
He reached out and took out a document from the drawer, opened it and threw it on the table:
"The Zhongxiao Street you just gave to Abu the day before yesterday has already started to make money. Do you have this efficiency?"
This document is the procedures related to the Zhongxiao Street night market and the contract for vendor recruitment:
"How long has Zhongxiao Street been in your hands, and what additional benefits has it produced? Why did it change hands to Abu, and you can get so much more money at once?!"
Liangkun's lips moved a few times. He looked at the pile of documents in front of him and gritted his teeth without saying anything.
"Let's talk about what you did this time."
Lin Kun snorted unceremoniously: "You can take back a pile of waste paper from a simple face-to-face transaction. Is this what you do?"
"I"
Liangkun opened his mouth: "That's because I underestimated that Mian Cha, a street fighter, dared to hack our goods."
"underestimate?"
Lin Kun did not save any face for Liangkun and scolded: "I think you are an imbecile!"
"A character like Miancha can easily deceive you with a bunch of counterfeit money. Do you think you are not an imbecile?!"
Speaking of which.
He praised Ji Bu again: "Look at Abu, if it weren't for him, this batch of goods would have been eaten by the Eight-faced Buddha!"
"Whether it's taking care of the place or doing things, you are so different from Abu in all aspects."
"So, I think your top priority now is not to do things, but to settle down. You need to settle down. When I say this, do you know what I mean?!"
Lin Kun made his meaning very clear in just a few words.
"hehe!"
Liangkun lost all face, gritted his teeth and tilted his head, his face full of dissatisfaction: "Yes, he is amazing, he is noble, and he is more powerful than me in doing things!"
"presumptuous!"
Lin Kun slapped his hand on the table and his face turned completely cold: "Liang Kun, do you know what you are talking about?"
"You do things unfairly, and you always turn to Ji Bu!"
Liangkun also completely let go at this moment, leaned down and pressed his hands on the table, raised his eyebrows and looked at Ji Bu, and said in a hoarse voice:
"This transaction is very strange. I think it must be Ji Bu who was behind it."
He stared at Ji Bu: "In the beginning, boss, you asked him to go with Brother Shan. It's such a good job, why doesn't Ji Bu go?!"
"Not only did Ji Bu refuse, he also took the initiative to leave the matter to me. He knew there was something wrong with this transaction from the beginning."
"He does something so weird that I have no reason not to doubt him. In my opinion, this guy might be a ghost, the ghost of the Eight-faced Buddha."
Liangkun raised his hand and pointed at Ji Bu opposite him:
"This kid Ji Bu is so ambitious. It's possible that he teamed up with Miancha to come in and make condoms for me, and then swallowed up our batch of goods."