Chapter 1637 Miraculous Effect

"Does anyone keep accounts?"

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

The crowd was like a hot oil pan with ice water in it, and it boiled instantly.

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

Aser also raised his hands high and shouted loudly.

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

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

The people around him became quiet in an instant, their eyes were all focused on him, and some even moved a little away from him.

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

Aser nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, I guarantee that I have not lied. I have also worked for Mr. Nell, but he... was killed, otherwise I would not appear here."

"Shenhai?!" The recruiter was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help saying the name of the ship. He looked at Aser and nodded, "It's just you, what's your name?" ?”

Aser pushed forward with all his strength, 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 Aser, Aglai, or Akumari.

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

But the first pronunciation of so many people's names is the same, it's a bit unclear how to write their names.

He casually wrote a word with a pronunciation close to Aser in the notebook, which represented him.

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

Aser, who was sitting in the car, breathed a sigh of relief, and the day was finally over again.

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

There will never be a shortage of people in this world who dare to gamble life and death for profit.

Every year, there are always people jumping off buildings on Bupain Financial Street, and those who lie on the ground and twitch a few times before leaving will not be a warning to others.

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

Now the trade between the Federation and Nagalil has almost come to a standstill due to the war, especially after the Shenhai cruise ship was sunk, trade and non-governmental exchanges were completely cut off for a time.

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

At this time, even if you bring some daily necessities over, there will be a huge market!

The trading company that recruited Aser had just bought two old freighters. They planned to take risks in shipping, so they needed to establish a trading company first.

Aser was chosen because of his service to Mr. Lynch, as well as Nell.

Any decision is not necessarily unrequited.

When Aser got out of the car, someone took him to the office, where he saw a federal person.

"You know Mr. Lynch?"

When he heard from his staff that this Nagalilian had served Lynch and Nell, he felt like... he made a lot of **** money.

He knew Nell, met twice, but not Lynch.

As the major shareholder of the United Development Company, Lynch is no longer someone everyone can ask to see.

A big man has to have the airs of a big man. This does not mean that when a person's social status rises, he must show a certain philistine reality.

But the reality must be like this. If Lynch meets everyone, or if Mr. Truman takes time to meet everyone who seeks him, I'm afraid they won't be able to do anything.

There is a special screening mechanism between different classes in society, and only those who can pass through this screening mechanism have the opportunity to touch people in the upper class.

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

He looked at Aser with full expectation, and the latter nodded calmly, "Yes, I served Mr. Lynch for a long time when he was in the Federation. Later, Mr. Lynch and others organized a joint development company. , I came back here from there."

"Later, due to some business adjustments, I began to serve Mr. Nell, but unfortunately..."

He pursed his lips and showed some sad expressions, this was definitely not his faking, he was really sad.

Nell died at a damned bad time, 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 Nagalilians, and even higher-level Nagalilians, may not necessarily know the relationship between Lynch and Nell, let alone know Nell is dead.

The sinking of the Shenhai was not broadcast to Nagalil. At that time, most of the people on board the ship were federal people. Even if some people here knew that the Shenhai sank, they might not know who was not so lucky.

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

"You're hired. What did you do for Mr. Lynch or Mr. Nell?"

At this time, Aser said a lie without blinking his eyes, "Manager, sir!"

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

After returning to Nagalil, he didn't do these tasks anymore, but this lie, which was not completely a lie, made the Mr. Federation believe it even more.

He is very clear that the Nagalilians are more cruel and cruel than them when dealing with the Nagalilians!

"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 to me!"

Aser breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled all over his face, "No problem, sir."

He paused, "What should I call you, boss?"

Mr. Federal laughed out loud. Sometimes the nerves of Federal people are a little twisted. The reason why he laughed was because he thought that he was Aser’s boss, and Mr. Lynch was also Aser’s boss. In a way they are completely equal.

Isn't that enough to make him laugh?

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

That's a good sign!

There is no work in the company now, and Aser, who returned to the temporary residence, told the story again, and everyone had a smile on their faces.

Then he looked at his elder brother, "I'll arrange a job for you when I get things sorted out."

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

Aser's father frowned slightly, and then relaxed it again.

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

Aser immediately realized what was going on. He just wanted to say something, but suddenly felt that it was meaningless to say more, so he sighed dully and stopped talking about it.

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

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

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

And her aging performance is not only the wrinkles on the face, but also the loose skin and sagging fat tissue.

She's not that attractive anymore.

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

Of course, all this is normal in Nagalil. Some poor families even marry a wife, and there are not a few fathers and brothers who use it in turn.

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

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

Touching the child's head, everything that happened during this period of time is stimulating Aser's heart.

He didn't show this on the surface, and he suddenly realized, shouldn't it be time to go back 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 short-term life problems at all, and he can still go to Mr. Lynch.

There must be a good job.

It 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 Penteio military group also got a strange tank to use on the battlefield, which effectively blocked the role of the Federation's steel torrent in the war.

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

The fact that the Peng Jieao military group sent new weapons to the battlefield was also brought together to the Ministry of National Defense as soon as possible.

The Ministry of Defense invited Mr. Lynch and Mr. Wardrick, as well as the chief designer of the Ankirk Industrial Tank, to the meeting.

During the meeting, there was a sketch based on the description, and the restoration 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 Ministry of National Defense official nodded, "That's true. It is more resistant to attack than our tanks. At present, we can only attack its tracks to make it lose power. There is no way to directly destroy it from the front."

"It's being fielded at a rapid pace now, and if we don't get an advantage or balance over the same type of weapon, it's going to be fatal to the front line."

"Is there any way to resolve the current situation, at least so that we are not at a disadvantage?"

"Such as developing a new tank model?"

The chief engineer remained silent, and the atmosphere seemed to be in a serious atmosphere.

At this time, Lynch suddenly asked, "Why don't we..."