Early the next morning, St. Jose got up as usual. It had been almost a month since he had slept in the Bauhinia Apartment, and he felt a little nostalgic.
"The rent is wasted. I have to pay the rent again tomorrow," Saint Jose said after waking up, feeling quite distressed about the rent money.
In the first half of February, I was preparing for exams in Putrajaya, and was busy setting up new companies and new factories. In the second half of February, I trained a team in an abandoned military camp, and solved the "Byrd Brotherhood" in a few hours, with remarkable results. With.
Just after the siege of the Brotherhood last night, San Jose sent someone to ask Guerrero to inform the workers and office staff that all work would start tomorrow. Tomorrow he would attend the opening ceremony of the plastic bottle factory, and the day after tomorrow he would participate in the opening of the "Byrd Brotherhood" trial. , somewhat busy.
Guerrero is a talent, and Sanjesé has already thought about how to arrange it, and handed over some follow-up information to Guerrero to handle it in advance.
The "Thunder" action team also officially announced its disbandment. Saint Jose was definitely unwilling to give in, but there was nothing he could do.
The newspapers subscribed by the post office could fill a small room, and they were all stuffed behind the door. Saint Jose put the expired newspapers in the study, only to be sold as scrap in the future.
I took out the eggs, French bread, butter, vegetables, potatoes, and canned luncheon meat I bought last night, turned on the fire and made a simple sandwich, mashed the potatoes, and paired it with a cup of hot milk. I tasted it briefly and found that the kitchen My art seems to have regressed, and I don’t have to do it myself in Putrajaya or the abandoned military camp.
I read the newspaper while eating breakfast. Most of the news was published by local small newspapers. Big newspapers were more cautious until they had specific news.
"Outside the account, the mysterious numbered troops destroyed the "Bird Brotherhood", suspected to be the special forces of the City Guards! ", - "Cordoba Post", this news is relatively reliable.
"Shocked, the gang of evil forces who committed all kinds of evil was quickly wiped out. In the evening, a citizen of Kecheng cheered and smashed up a store to celebrate being arrested and was taken to the police station!" - "Kecheng Economic and Social News", this is too exciting. Bar.
"Paul Ryan has something to tell you about the whole process of the mysterious force's capture of the Byrd Brotherhood and the weapons that appeared." - "Tech City Christian Truth", this is the magician preparing to deceive people.
"Inside information, from the "Bird Brotherhood" in America, the sinful life of Mad Dog Rooney - "College St. Martin's Daily", the good guy, directly arranged to die.
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Today, almost all newspapers have headlines about the Byrd Brotherhood. I didn’t expect that there would be headline parties in the 1950s. Saint Jose read the contents of the newspaper and they made up a lot of the Byrd Brotherhood, so that Saint Jose I'm going to complain about the crazy dog Rooney who eats a dog every day, the reincarnation of a vampire, and the reincarnation of a werewolf.
There are also mysterious troops who are American soldiers who took photos and were sent to rescue the citizens of Cordoba. There are also soldiers who are said to be National Defense Forces trained by the American military. Some are unhappy with the Byrd Brotherhood, and so on.
There are also people saying that the Byrd Brotherhood was defeated by adding garlic, and it was the blessing of the Lord. There are all kinds of weird speculations, and there are also all kinds of weird remarks. Some people say that the special forces have an American Superman to catch them. Everyone almost The house collapsed, witnessed with his own eyes, and so plausibly, it almost made Saint Jose laugh out loud.
I didn’t find these editors so interesting. Who the hell are they good at editing? However, looking at the well-organized and solemn writing of these articles, I am sure many people will believe them. Saint Jose smiled and then his expression became serious. He has a heavy responsibility to popularize science. Far from it. In the future, we may need to publish a few newspapers to control public opinion.
No wonder so many anti-intellectual remarks abroad have been deceived. For example, after the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the second brother Ukraine was reduced to a European public compound, and the boss Russia's economic shock therapy. If it hadn't been for a fierce man... Russia might have been blamed. After another split, Egypt after Serna was also deceived and lame. Countries such as South Africa after Dramain came to power, the Yankees are very angry.
Although the newspapers in Kota Kinabalu are apparently not controlled by foreign funds, they may be controlled by Jews. However, the local newspaper writers are definitely not idiots. It is quite suspicious to publish these anti-intellectual remarks, even if they are just for sales, day after day. Year after year, there will be many bad effects.
I went out at seven o'clock as usual. My second-hand motorcycle was parked safely in the parking lot downstairs. I wiped it clean with a wet rag. I turned the key and started it perfectly. I put on my helmet and drove towards the old factory.
Not long after he walked out of the door, he saw a female neighbor standing on the bus stop. She greeted Saint Jose warmly, and Saint Jose could only stop his motorcycle.
"Hi, good morning, Mr. St. Jose. It seems like I haven't seen you for a long time." Elena greeted her politely. She was wearing a light yellow dress today. She had blond hair and blue eyes. She was a petite lady. Saint Jose took a look at her.
"Miss Elena, you are still so beautiful. I went to Putrajaya some time ago," St. Jose said in greeting and sincere praise.
"I was planning to go to the Central Library to study, but unfortunately the bus in Kecheng is always late. If it's later, I won't be able to get a seat..." Irina said with regret.
"If you don't mind, I can give you a ride..."
"Really? That's great." Then Elena sat sideways on Saint Jose's seat.
"Actually, I'm just being polite..." Saint Jose thought speechlessly, then started his motorcycle and drove towards the library.
The two caught up and chatted on the road. Saint Jose learned that Elena was a senior student at the University of Cordoba. She had been on summer vacation a few days ago and was preparing to study as a graduate student at the University of Buenos Aires in the city library. of.
"It turns out to be my senior sister," Saint Jose said.
"Mr. Saint Jose, are you younger than me?"
"Um, yes, I just got admitted to university in Putrajaya."
"Wow, I thought you were older than me. You used to wear a military uniform to get off work every day."
"Oh, I used to hold a staff position in the National Defense Force, but I am really only 19 years old this year, just 19 years old." Irina has a little baby fat and is petite and exquisite. She does look quite small.
"That's awesome," Elena said exaggeratedly.
"It's okay, we're here." Saint Jose stopped the car, and Elena also got out of the car.
"Thank you, Mr. St. Jose. Let's have dinner together some other time when we are free." Elena bowed and waved goodbye.
Sanjesé took off his helmet in greeting, then put it on again and drove toward the factory.
Women are really troublesome. I wasted 15 minutes and had to take a detour. I must not be too polite next time. But Miss Elena is so beautiful. She is indeed very cute. She has completely different styles from Senior Delia, Saint Jose thought. With.
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At 7:50 a.m., almost all the employees at Prali Factory were already here, except for some who were not notified.
"Hello everyone, I am not at work this time due to the sabotage by the Byrd Brotherhood. Although it has been a while, everyone's basic salary will be paid as usual. Now I announce that Prali Factory is open for business. Working today will count as overtime pay. Thank you for your support. Thank you to the great country. I will get off work on time at 6 o'clock tonight. I have booked a reservation at the Sofia Hotel. Everyone should be there on time." I didn't want to make a long speech, so I just said a few words. "
Originally, the atmosphere in the factory was still a bit dull. When they heard that basic wages would be paid during the shutdown, the employees cheered and fell into a sea of joy. The boss seemed a bit generous. Is he trying to mess with us?
The Sophia Hotel is a civilian-style hotel. Relatively speaking, Cross went to book the hotel last night to celebrate the reopening of the factory.
Originally, San Jose planned to use MP44 to shoot a few shuttles into the sky, but he gave up for fear of accidentally injuring people. There were no fireworks in the city, so forget it. Cross arranged a drum band to play music.
"It sounds pretty good, keep dancing, keep playing." So they played for thirty minutes. The trumpet player in the band felt his cheeks hurt from playing, and the drummer's handles were sore.
At 9 o'clock in the morning, the Prali factory started work on time. A large number of production materials were in place, the equipment was cleaned, and the soda production lines were all started. It was a bustling scene and the employees were very motivated.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, Gross came over excitedly to report that 150% of the day's production tasks were completed, and the newly produced sodas were continuously sent to the central warehouse and then transferred to all parts of the country.
"Boss, today's task has been overfulfilled. The employees are producing very fast!" Cross knocked on the door and came in, panting, his cheeks flushed with excitement. In the past half month, if we say who cares most about the factory's problems, it is probably It's Cross.
"Good job, hurry up and get off work and go to the Sofia Hotel." After hearing Cross's report, St. Jose finally breathed a sigh of relief. This trouble is over.
Due to the strong sales in various places and the fact that summer is approaching, the original one-month soda inventory has been almost emptied. Now is the time to resume work, and the money printing press in St. Jose has begun to activate.
A huge group of more than 500 people and more than 20 buses were parked outside the factory to take employees to the Sofia Hotel. The buses in this era were very small and could only seat more than 20 people, and they had to be squeezed in.
The waiters at the Sofia Hotel were already greeting him outside the hotel, and the chefs were also rushing to prepare the ingredients. Although it was only this one time, Saint Jose did spend a lot of money to buy it.
As the boss, San Jose will probably rarely participate in such activities after this time. From now on, Kroos will be responsible for participating and keep a low profile. Unless necessary, he will not be too public in the future.
The group happily entered the hotel in small groups, and tables of banquets were already in place.
"Everyone, everyone, eat and drink well tonight, order whatever you want, and don't save money for the boss," Cross said to the crowd.
"Okay!" The voice was very naughty.
"Who ordered this pasta? Please order more delicious food tonight. You can also eat lobster and foie gras. The boss pays the bill. Don't be too restrained." Cross said excitedly. It's not about spending your money. Saint Jose almost fainted when he heard this, but he still had to keep a smile on his face.
"Yes, don't be restrained. Just go casual. The boss has booked the place today. I can't finish the wine. It's just grape juice. Let's each take a few bottles back. It's okay. That's enough. But everyone can't drink too much tonight. We have to go to work tomorrow." Li Qingyun also He had already become one with the others and continued to hit the target.
"Ladies, you can order more caviar and the like. Don't be polite. There are not many opportunities to be able to eat for the boss's big family." Financial manager Bianqi said. The boss's stinginess is obvious to all. This is the ladies' table in the office. He was not polite and ordered a lot of delicacies that he would not normally eat. Saint Jose almost fainted when he heard Bianchi's words. Fortunately, he had already paid more than half of the deposit for the hotel, otherwise he would have been really ready to run away.
"Everyone has a good meal and drink tonight, but don't drink too much. Be sure to pay attention to safety when you get home. You have to go to work tomorrow. If you are late, your wages will be deducted haha."
"If you are too drunk, I have already arranged a hotel room. You can check in directly at the front desk. Remember to go to work on time tomorrow morning," Saint Jose said and hurried to the front desk and paid a large sum of money.
Of course, St. Jose was only joking. St. Jose, who had a pretty good drinking capacity, also drank a few glasses of tequila. In fact, St. Jose was also a little happy, not only because the factory was open, but also because he could bring "Bird Brotherhood" "In his opinion, getting rid of this cancer was a good thing.
During a party at the Prairie factory, St. Jose's employees loudly talked about the arrest of all members of the "Byrd Brotherhood."
"Hey, have you heard? That damn Bird Brotherhood was all arrested. My brother's leg was broken by them, and he is still recovering in the hospital."
"Ah, my friend was also charged with protection money and then refused to pay it. The shop was destroyed by them. Now they have arrested them all. I am so happy. We, the people of Kecheng, are so happy! I heard that the Old City Guards were responsible. They are really nice”
"Yeah, I finally did the truth. I hope they will all be locked up for ten years. I heard that there will be a public trial in a few days. I want to take leave to go and have a look. It's best to take out my brother's anger and kick their feet secretly."
"Take me with you when the time comes. I also want to ask for leave! Kick him!"
"What if I can't kick you? There will be police."
"Then how about we prepare some rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves?"
"good idea!"
"I want to participate too"
"Take me one"
Mad dog Rooney will be kicked to death by you then, and now he has almost been kicked to death by Grulo!
St. Jesus felt a little proud in his heart. After all, your boss is the person in charge of the arrest operation. When he saw their praise, to be honest, St. Jesus felt a little happy in his heart. He has a childlike mind, maybe it is the influence of his predecessor. Who doesn't want to be a hero.
However, he still had no intention of stopping them. After all, there were still bailiffs, and he planned to tell Cross that all requests for leave would be approved in two days!
Although St. Hesse's siege of the "Byrd Brotherhood" was somewhat selfish, at least judging from the results, it did do a good thing.
The taxis in Kecheng are not very developed. With great difficulty, Saint-Jesse finally found a bus, which happened to be in the direction of Bauhinia Apartment. After more than 20 minutes, we returned to the apartment, smelled of sweat and alcohol after climbing the stairs.
Remembering that he could not take a hot bath after drinking alcohol, St. Jose fell asleep. Before falling asleep, he seemed to see Mary Gold. He felt that he was really a little drunk.
