It wasn't until I almost slipped down along the chair and was picked up by Xiaoxiao that I realized that I seemed to have fallen asleep for no reason.
"What’s wrong with you?"
In the Thai restaurant, Xiaoxiao looked at me strangely.
I shook my head: "It's okay."
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I feel tired.
When I first snatched Meng Neng from Lao Qiao, I found a book in his office, a torn copy of "The Prince."
I don't have the habit of reading, and I couldn't bear to throw away Lao Qiao's relics, so I chose to ignore them.
But I was trapped by the predicament before me.
I can obviously hold Master Bao hard, but his delay in time makes you helpless; I can obviously pinch Mr. Bai like a chicken, but the royal power prevents me from acting rashly.
I seem to be omnipotent, as long as I dare to disregard morality in the traditional sense and not be afraid of the fearful riots of the people. In other words, I can't do anything.
At this time, I had a headache, and I couldn't think of a solution even after racking my brain.
I used to be a game-breaker, and what I was best at was finding the weaknesses in a situation and then breaking through;
Right now I am a layout maker. There are no weaknesses in front of me. They are all people. You have to expose their weaknesses through your own layout.
The change of perspective didn't bother me anymore, but no matter how worried I was, I couldn't let my subordinates see it.
That's why I want to go home and see.
But what can my family do to help me?
There was nothing they could do to help.
I picked up the book on Lao Qiao's desk. I was thinking about Meng Neng. My eyes weren't even on the text, but after an inadvertent glance, I couldn't take my eyes away.
This book "The Prince" is Lao Qiao's secret book on strict self-discipline!
He seldom showed kindness and did not give much grace to the people. Therefore, every time he gave something as a reward, the recipients were happy and others were envious.
He picks.
But he was very generous in name. After picking me up, he took me around the whole Meneng while handing out red envelopes. Erkui said, the last one was a beard.
I think I must have been enviable at that time. What Lao Qiao did was to make everyone envious, so that he could take advantage of this envy and use the upward core strength of his subordinates.
I am a fool.
How can I understand it?
Maybe Lao Qiao had other demands after killing Meng Neng's group of old Jianghu people. For example, these Jianghu people started to become slick, and they won't work hard after they have money, so it would be better to use their beards as an excuse for the trouble. , kill everyone completely, and replace them with a new group of people who are willing to contribute and are obedient.
Do you remember the waiters who were replaced one after another in entertainment venues?
Do you remember that the park once sold all the piglets to replace them with a new batch?
Isn’t this the same truth?
This is serious business. I can change you if I can tolerate you.
I figured out a lot of things, but never figured out how to deal with Mr. Bao and Mr. Bai. Until that night, I read the entire "The Prince" and saw a concise and concise sentence in it, which probably meant "What is the monarch?" You don't even have the ability. Your greatest ability is the needs of others, because you can use your strength to gain strength.'
I figured it out right away!
Master Bao is what I need to attack, and Mr. Bai is also what I need to attack. Why don't I find a common enemy for both of them and solve all the problems at once?
Then, a new question arises, where can I find this power?
I thought of Big Boss Peng.
The question is, why should people take advantage of me?
Who am I to control others?
Boss Peng is a figure who plays cards on the same table with the Burmese government. In the eyes of others, I am still a little Karami.
I started to worry again.
Because there is some power that I cannot borrow, just like a bank will always give you a loan when you have money, but you have no money, please, who the hell are you?
If it really doesn't work...what if it's fake?
I'm a good liar, so wouldn't it be enough to make a fake one?
It was three o'clock in the middle of the night, and I couldn't sit still. I got up and walked around the office, looking at the silent Meneng street under the night and meditating.
Boss Peng is from Sichuan and came to northern Myanmar when he was a teenager, so this person must have a Sichuan accent;
It doesn't matter what the outside world's impression of Big Boss Peng is. What's important is that it must match the temperament of a big boss in the minds of ordinary people.
After all, it was ordinary people who spread the news to the outside world.
Yes, I have no intention of letting anyone who has met a big shot meet Big Boss Peng, and there is no need to meet him.
I called Lao Lin and asked him to find someone. The reason was that he was in the park all day and few people paid attention to him.
When I asked Old Lin to get guns for these people, the only thing I didn't know was that Old Lin had taken out all the 'Gabala' he had collected, and I almost gave him away.
So, a group of people with guys swaggered through the city and checked into the hotel;
Sincerity did not disappoint my expectations, and started to report immediately after they entered the city. Coincidentally, the old falcon eagle happened to be beside me.
Next, all that's left is logic.
Otherwise, if I had already gotten to this point, how could I rush to the first scene when something like this happens, waiting to be shot after a fight breaks out?
I pretended to negotiate, and that guy did a pretty good job. He used the book "The Prince" to describe the old Qiao I described, and even put on the hat of "teaching me". Of course, he was a big boss. Peng's identity said.
Big brother Peng Ruo is here to teach me how to be a king. How proud is he?
I was at my wits end and could only say one thing before leaving: "You are not the real boss Peng!"
I have to let the people outside the door know that Big Boss Peng is not a dick, and I have to use their mouths to tell the story.
At this juncture, I still felt that the matter did not spread quickly enough, and began to worry about the media that Lao Qiao had spent money on. Fortunately, people admitted their fault and aired the incident.
At this point, I realized this morning that I was anxious. If I let this matter ferment naturally, the effect would be better.
But this is my first time as a layout designer, so I don’t have this adaptability.
That's why I remembered what the old man said, that you have to do whatever you want to do, and hold your ground.
Fortunately, these people all had their own worries. Master Bao was afraid that if I really demoted Lao Qiao, his struggling political situation would be in danger of collapse again, so he called me in a hurry;
Mr. Bai is purely afraid of retaliation;
But I'm still anxious.
I should let Banbra and the others figure out what's going on by themselves, and scare themselves into a cold sweat when they suddenly think about it one night, instead of taking the initiative to ask questions.
That way, the effect will always linger in their minds and become a nightmare that will linger throughout their lives.
Although the effect is particularly good if you do this now, it will not achieve long-term results.
No, when everything settled and Xiaoxiao and I made an appointment to come to the restaurant for dinner, I felt tired as soon as I entered the box.
I was so tired that I slid down the chair.
The emperor is really not a human being...fuck...the curry is so mediocre.
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