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On a high wooden platform, a relatively well-dressed Mr. Federal glanced at the notebook in his hand, then raised his head and asked.

The crowd is like a hot oil pan with ice water, and it boils in an instant.

People kept rushing towards him with their hands up, loudly expressing that they could do anything, including accounting.

Aser also raised his hands high and shouted loudly.

But he was a little far away, and there was nothing special about it.

That gentleman might not choose him. He shouted loudly as if he had thought of something, "I worked for Mr. Lynch for a while!"

The people around him instantly quieted down, their eyes focused on him, and some even moved a little further away from him.

The gentleman standing on the high platform also looked at Asir, "I don't like liars. This is a bookkeeping job. If what you said is true, I will go to verify it!"

Asir nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, I promise I didn't lie, I also worked for Mr. Nell, but he... died, otherwise I wouldn't be here."

"Shen Hai?!" The recruiter was stunned for a moment, then involuntarily said the name of the ship, he looked at Aser, nodded, "Just you, what's your name? ?"

Aser squeezed forward hard, with an excited smile on his face, "Aser, sir, my name is Aser!"

The recruiter pursed his lips. Sometimes he couldn't understand Nagalil's naming rules. It was either Asr, Agley, or Akumari.

Of course, the latter is completely different from the first two, that is the sage teacher, the spiritual leader of the Nagalil people.

But the first pronunciation of so many people's names is the same, it's a bit confusing to tell how their names are written.

He scribbled a word that sounded close to Asir in the notebook, which represented him.

He then put all the recruits in a car and left.

Asil, who was sitting in the car, breathed a sigh of relief, and the days were finally over again.

The place where he was going to work was not too far away, it was a trading company.

There will never be a shortage of people in this world who dare to gamble their lives for the sake of profit.

Every year, people jump off the building on Bpein Financial Street, and those who lie on the ground twitch and leave after a few twitches will not be a warning to others.

As long as the benefits are big enough, people can be crazy enough!

Now the trade between the Federation and Nagalil has almost come to a standstill because of the war, especially after the Shenhai cruise ship was sunk, trade and civil exchanges were completely cut off.

No one wants to be the next Shenhai, and this has also created huge potential benefits!

At this time, even if you pull some daily necessities, there is a huge market!

The trading company that recruited Asir had just bought two old freighters, and they wanted to venture into shipping, so they needed to establish a trading company first.

Asle was chosen for having served Mr. Lynch, as well as Nell.

Any decision is not necessarily unrewarded.

When Asir got out of the car, someone took him to the office, where he met a federal man.

"You know Mr. Lynch?"

When he heard from his subordinates that this Nagalil man had served Lynch and Nell before, his feeling was... he made a **** buck.

He knew Nell and met twice, but not Lynch.

As the major shareholder of the joint development company, now Lynch is no longer available to anyone.

A big man must have the air of a big man. This does not mean that people's social status has risen, and they must show some kind of philistine reality.

But the reality must be like this. If Lynch meets everyone, or if Mr. Truman finds him, he has to make time to meet him, I am afraid they can't do anything.

There is a special screening mechanism between different social classes. Only those who can pass this screening mechanism have the opportunity to touch the upper-class people.

In the eyes of the Commonwealth, Aser is obviously such a "ladder".

He looked at Asir expectantly, who nodded calmly, "Yes, I served Mr. Lynch for a long time when he was in the Commonwealth. Later, Mr. Lynch and others organized a joint development company. , I came back here from there."

"Later because of some business adjustments, I started to serve Mr. Nell, but unfortunately..."

He pursed his lips and showed some sadness, this was definitely not what he pretended, he was really sad.

It was too **** bad time for Nell to die, and if Nell hadn't died, he wouldn't have been reduced to looking for a job.

These words made Mr. Federation believe what Aser said, because ordinary Nagalils, and even higher-level Nagalils, do not necessarily know the relationship between Lynch and Nell, let alone know. Nell is dead.

The sinking accident of the Shenhai was not reported to Nagalil. At that time, the ships were basically federations. Even if someone here knew that the Shenhai had sunk, they might not know who was unlucky.

He nodded and suppressed his excitement, "Very good, you are an honest person, and I hope you can be honest enough."

"You were hired, what did you do for Mr. Lynch or Mr. Nell?"

At this time, Asil said a lie that was not a lie without blinking his eyes, "Manager, sir!"

He actually only worked as a manager for Lynch for a while when he was in the Commonwealth.

After returning to Nagalil, I didn't do these jobs, but this lie, which was not entirely a lie, made this Mr. Federation believe it even more.

He knew very well that the Nagalils were more brutal and ruthless than them when dealing with the Nagalils!

"You are the one!"

"You will become the manager of our firm here. Of course, if there is a chance, I hope you can introduce Mr. Lynch for me!"

Asil sighed heavily, then smiled, "No problem, sir."

He paused as he spoke, "What should I call you, boss?"

Mr. Commonwealth laughed, and sometimes the nerves of the Commonwealth were a little twisted. The reason why he laughed was that in his opinion, he was Aser's boss, and Mr. Lynch was also Aser's boss, which was equal to himself and Lynch. In some respects are completely equal.

Isn't that enough to make him laugh?

If his business can go smoothly in the future, with several times or even ten times, dozens of times of trade profits, he may not have the opportunity to become a person like Mr. Lynch!

This is a good sign!

There is no job in the company now. Aser, who returned to the temporary residence, told the story again, and everyone's face showed a smile.

Then he looked at his brother, "When I sort things out, I'll also arrange a job for you."

His brother did not agree immediately at this time, but looked at his father.

Asir's father frowned slightly, then relaxed again.

"If we all go out to work and there are no men at home, it's not very safe."

Asil immediately realized something. He was about to say something, but he suddenly felt that it would be meaningless to say more. He let out a sigh and stopped talking about it.

Back in the room, he looked at his wife, his brother's previous wife.

A few years have passed, and the woman who once gave her a lot of temptation has aged a lot.

The skin of Nagalilians is not so white, and once there are many wrinkles, it will give people a very dirty feeling.

And her aging isn't just about wrinkles on her face, but loose skin and sagging fatty tissue.

She is not so attractive anymore.

His eyes quickly moved to the child again, his own child.

Of course, all of this is normal in Nagalil, and some poor families even marry a wife, and there are not a few people who take turns with fathers and brothers.

Feminist organizations have been campaigning in Nagalil for several years, but so far they have not seen much success.

Throughout the year, Ms. Tracy also said at the World Women's Rights Summit that Nagalil is a desert for women's rights, with a heavy task and far from success...

Touching the child's head, everything that happened at this time was stimulating Asir's heart.

He didn't show this on the surface, he suddenly realized, is it time to return to the Federation?

He still has a sum of money in his hand, if he only takes his own children back...

They don't need to worry about life problems in a short period of time, and he can go to Mr. Lynch.

There must be a good job.

This made his heart skip a beat.

The next day, on his way to the company, he heard that there was another fierce exchange of fire on the front line.

The Pengio military group also made a strange tank used on the battlefield, which effectively blocked the role of the federal steel torrent in the war.

Although the battle between the two sides has continued, the intensity has dropped again.

The fact that the Penggio military group sent new weapons to the battlefield was also summarized to the Ministry of Defense at the first time.

The Department of Defense invited Lynch and Mr. Wardrick, as well as the chief designer of Ancock Industrial Tanks, to the meeting.

During the meeting, there was a sketch based on the description, and the reduction degree of the tank in the picture was close to 90%.

Looking at these drawings with specific material thickness data ~lightnovelpub.net~ the chief designer fell into silence.

After a while, he raised his head with a serious expression.

"At present, our shells should not be able to directly penetrate these steel plates."

The official of the Ministry of Defense nodded, "It is true, it is more resistant than our tanks, we can only attack its tracks to make it lose power, and there is no way to directly destroy it from the front."

"It's being rapidly deployed right now, and if we don't get an advantage or balance in the same kind of weapons, it's going to be deadly on the front lines."

"Is there any way to fix the current situation, at least not put us at a disadvantage?"

"For example, developing a new tank model?"

The chief engineer never spoke, and the atmosphere seemed to have fallen into a serious atmosphere.

It was at this time that Lynch suddenly asked, "Why don't we..."