"Are you looking for me?"

Suddenly, the bald-headed middle-aged man was taken aback. He jumped up from the chair and walked around the desk, looking at the position behind the chair——

I saw there, in the gap between the chair and the window behind, a strangely dressed man, who looked a bit like a big river drama, a slender man like a ronin and footman from the shogunate period suddenly appeared there with one hand. He pressed the back of the chair, leaned halfway, and stood up straight with a smile on his face.

"Who are you?! Why did you appear in my office?!" The man's expression changed, and his expression was full of panic and asked calmly.

"Me? You can call me Lord Hamaguchi." The man walked around the chair, walked to the front of the chair, and sat down on the chair, but instead of sitting upright, he moved his feet like a gangster. Sitting on the desk in front of him, the middle-aged man who looked at him jokingly at his nervousness said slowly.

"Of course, you can also choose to refuse. I don't mind. As long as you can honestly cooperate with me, even if you call me a bastard, I can accept it with pleasure."

"Cooperate? What do you want me to do?" The man's expression changed again, and he asked cautiously.

"It's very simple, just use your position to order the factory to restart the production of tanks, oh, the so-called tanks, guns and bullets of various calibers, and armed helicopters, and use your ability to keep them running, I I think it shouldn't be difficult for you." The man named Hamaguchi stated with a smile.

It's like talking about a very ordinary thing, regardless of how earth-shattering and incredible it seems to others or even the person involved.

"You want me to order the factory to produce military weapons?!" Then, without waiting for Hamaguchi's confirmation, he shook his head like a rattle, and hurriedly shook his head and refused, "No, no! I can't do it!"

"This kind of thing is not something I can decide alone. It needs to be carried out by the top management of the group at the factory. Otherwise, even if I am as you said, I will force the workers to carry out production. Those who lead the class and the logistics management Staff and others will not allocate information without planning tasks. No, I really can't do this. You should find someone else."

"Oh, what you said is easy, find someone else? If I have the time, I still need to toss you bastard! I tell you, you can do it a little bit, and do a little bit if you don’t. Otherwise, you really treat me as Hamaguchi as a good gentleman.” As he said, Hamaguchi lifted his feet from the desk and slapped his palms on the desk vigorously, making a loud "bang" and screaming. Tao.

"But I really can't do this by myself." The bald man said with a sad expression.

As he said, this matter is indeed not something he can decide alone, but it needs to be ordered by the top of the company himself, otherwise, even if he can order the start of work, those in the factory are not of the same faction with him, or are not in his favor. People in s may also make various trips, or leapfrog to report. When the time comes, he may just start the production line with his front foot, and his back foot will come from the head office or even professionals from the police department will break into the factory to endanger national security. Take him away in name.

At that time, it will not be as simple as sitting in the prison, and you may die!

The consequence...

However, when his words fell, Hamaguchi's figure disappeared from the chair strangely, and appeared directly in front of him, grabbing his collar with one hand, and squinting at Ming Ming, who is very fat, but easily. The bald man who was lifted from the ground by him said in a cold voice, "I am not discussing with you, but ordering you, execute, you live, if you don’t execute, you die! I don’t believe in looking all over the factory, even if you are willing You can't find any submissive bones."

"me……"

"Now I am giving you ten seconds to consider. If you can't give me a satisfactory answer by then, then you should be prepared to go to **** and suffer." After speaking, Hamaguchi took the man to the ground. Lost, staring at him condescendingly.

"One."

"two."

"Fives."

"ten!"

"Okay, now you can tell me your answer." Hamaguchi said in a low voice, who did not play the card at all.

At the same time, the ghostly spirit in his hand was turned over, and a pen placed on the desk was taken by him remotely. As if agreeing to recite an empty object, he sent the pen to the painful bald man, and moved forward with a naked eye. The visible slow speed slowly moved towards the bald man's eyeballs.

"I promise, I promise your request!" The bald man was shocked, and could no longer control the panic in his heart under the threat of death, and quickly yelled in response.

"I hope you can remember what you have said, otherwise, I don't mind changing someone to help me do this." After saying that, with a wave of his arm, the pen that had originally stayed in front of the bald man suddenly turned its head, like A sharp arrow plunged into the wall next to it, leaving only half of the pen body exposed, shocking the bald man's mind.

"I, I must remember." The bald man quickly replied, sweating profusely.

"Then execute it. If anyone dares to stop you, just tell me his name. I have my own way to resolve his opinion." Hamaguchi strolled back to the chair and sat down, slowly comforting.

"Yes Yes."

"Of course, we won’t let you do these things in vain! As long as you can do things well, I can’t guarantee immortality, but it’s not a problem to let you live for three to five hundred years. The key is up to you. Do you have that strength to earn."

"Okay, let's stop here, what to do next depends on your performance."

After speaking, without giving the bald man who had finally gotten up from the ground another opportunity to respond, his figure flashed and disappeared into the air.

"Master Hamaguchi? Master Hamaguchi?" the bald man stunned ~lightnovelpub.net~ and hesitated and shouted to the void.

However, after calling for a long time without receiving any response, he took a long breath and walked back to the desk and sat down, with a lingering fear of daring to do anything extra.

Until a long time later.

The bald man picked up the phone again and put it to his ear, but failed to press the phone number he wanted to call...

"Think about it."

The bald man was clever, threw the phone back to the phone, and carefully searched around until he confirmed that the voice should be his own auditory hallucinations, then relaxed again, and slumped in a chair, but he didn't dare to have any thoughts. .

"Why would I have such a thing..." the bald man sighed with frustration.

Then, without hesitation, he picked up the phone again and called the resource procurement department, and gave them an order to buy special steel.

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