After Becoming a Little Sister

This is probably the choice made by a decision maker who completely abandons sensibility and makes it under the premise of almost absolute rationality.

There is no human touch at all, and it is embarrassing to be able to sit down and discuss cooperation in the face of the enemy who killed her husband.

But what does this have to do with Ezra, who has no affection?

Maybe this is life...

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"This kind of life is really sad."

In the headquarters of the Northern Bureau of the Ninth Bureau, the lights were brightly lit, and many staff members were working overtime all night.

Although Dongpeng Special Drink and Red Bull are available in unlimited quantities, the overtime pay is so little, which is quite heartbreaking.

A young lady from the intelligence department yawned, took a gulp of a taurine-flavored energy drink, and casually crushed the tin can and threw it into the trash can as a way to vent her stress a bit.

How can the people in Nanbang be so good at tidying up?

She would like to call it a unique job - a job that has no way to survive, a job that has no way to survive.

She organized the information in her hand into a book: "The new intelligence information of the target contact person, put it in the file and save it."

"Who's?"

"There's nothing strange about a doctor, it's just that his life experience is a bit miserable, but there are more elements of self-inflicted."

"Oh……"

On the big screen next to it, a ball of light representing Nuwa was displayed: "I'm glad to see everyone working so hard. According to intelligence collection and assessment, the emergency level of this operation has been lowered from level 1 to level 2, and the combat readiness of the aircraft carrier battle group has been cancelled." Status, the intercontinental missiles at the Xiquan Satellite Launch Base have been put into storage and sealed, and the intelligence red alert mark has been lifted, everyone can relax a little bit, there will be a shift to replace you in two hours, the indoor temperature tonight is..."

What followed was some insignificant routine information broadcasts. The intelligence officers of the Ninth Bureau, who had been busy all night, yawned and spread out on their seats like salted fish.

Some took off their earphones to dig out their ears, and some stood up to solve the remaining problems of the bladder bureau.

Some adjusted the lifting work table, shook their numb feet, and continued their work.

When people are alive, they have to do something. The more they sweat now, the less bloodshed their colleagues on the front line will have.

The old bureau chief who was standing in the central control room on the upper floor and looked down took a sip of hot tea: "This is really hard work for everyone."

"I feel that it's hard work to go to the field this time." The fat bureau chief of the Dongshan branch organized the materials in his hand on the table next to him, paused a few times on the table, and said in a beeping voice: "At the door of the house Encountering these things while on a business trip, it’s hard to beat.”

"...If you have anything to say, just say it." Qin Huchen, the old director, glanced at his apprentice and the boss of the Southern Bureau: "Don't play sloppy with me."

"Hey, what can I say." The fat bureau chief rubbed his fingertips: "That's the one—you read the previous information, right?"

"I see, there are too many, which one do you say?"

Everyone is an old fox, but Qin Huchen is an old fox who has practiced for nearly a hundred years, and the fat director is a dish in front of him.

"The reward that the Sansang chaebol said...Look at this..."

The second son of the Sansang chaebol made a promise before that each of the Ninth Bureau cadres who rescued him would pay 1000 million republican dollars. There were more than 30 cadres present at the time, which was several hundred million dollars.

Of course, the fat bureau chief didn't mean to take the small money out of his subordinates' mouths and confiscate it. No matter how the Ninth Bureau's funding was cut, it wouldn't be reduced to such a degree. It was purely a sugar-coated shell of capitalism. It's against the rules, but it's painful not to accept it, so there must be an explanation.

As for the reasonable explanation, it is naturally very simple-ask the boss, if the boss agrees, accept it, and if he disagrees, don't.

If the person who gave the money was a businessman from the Republic, then the cadres of the Ninth Bureau would definitely not accept half an egg from the masses. At most, they would like to have a meal, so they have to write a report after going back to seriously understand what fish and water love is, and learn to share it. Once again, remember the mission and never forget the original intention.

But the sugar-coated shells of capitalism are naturally the sugar-coated shells eaten and shot back, so don't take advantage of the bastards.

Qin Huchen took a sip of 20 yuan a catty of tea soup: "How do you use it?"

"How do I know? It depends on what they like?" The fat bureau chief bared his teeth: "Although I think the Sansang chaebol is like this now, the second son may not be able to get 1000 million in cash per person, but 100 million per person is indispensable. Yes, he dare not refuse."

"No matter how much you get, let's use the money to buy shares, and count them as their shares." The old director stood up with his hands behind his back: "There is a new project, about chips, which should be ready soon, and the only difference is that some of the money I got this time The key thing... the 100 to 200 are used to buy a house. If they are in a first-tier city, they will buy a large toilet, but if they are allowed to invest in that project, they will probably get a lot of dividends every year after they leave the army. lifetime."

The fat bureau chief widened his eyes slightly - the amount of information in these words is a bit large.

"You mean... no, I mean, the Sansang chaebol will really give it?!"

"Yes, because someone has already prepared it for several years. Even if they don't give it, they will go and get it back in person."

"...The Song family!"

"Heh, don't underestimate anyone in Huanxiguan. Even if some people seem to act indecisively, how do you know that this is not intentional? To drive the tiger to devour the wolf, the tiger is still your own."

The old bureau chief said and shook his head with emotion: "It's amazing, it's amazing——"

"..."

PS: continue tomorrow

Chapter 936 0918-Yaya Le (Cuckoo

Busan is a big city, and it is also a big city by the sea.

Since it is a big city, it means that it has many people and many things happening, and new things are happening every minute and every second.

The night is getting deeper, and in this big city near the sea, the port is probably one of the few relatively clean places.

If there was a period of time before when the tragedy on the ocean-going trawler Ouyang No. 90 cast a shadow over this port, then now this shadow that makes people shy away has become the best protective color—who wants to What about near such a place?

People always seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, just like avoiding a haunted house, not because the house itself is scary, but because the things in the house are scary. In the same way, avoiding the port area on the port side is not because the port area is at night It's just as dark as it is, but because a real ghost ship is docked here.

No one is willing to take care of this unlucky boat, and even the fishing company has to pinch its nose and reluctantly give up this part of the catch—it’s a blessing to tow this boat, their fish is now smelly in the market, Nan The great site is too small, so small that there are only a few roads, and it is almost impossible to hide things.

If you don’t sell Zhang San’s fish, you can still go to Li Si. The fishery company knows that this situation is temporary, there is nothing new under the sun, and there will always be other weird and terrible things to attract people’s attention. No one will remember that the fish of such and such company was once contaminated with the blood of such and such poor man.

In fact, if it weren't for the backlog of fish catches at this stage, and the fact that the Ouyang 90 fishing boat itself was facing the fate of being retired and idle, they were really unwilling to give up this boat worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. It can't be sold by itself, and new burdens are poured into the warehouse. Is it too much money and want to give it to those warehousing and logistics companies for nothing?

They would rather the ship sink and just sink in the open sea, and throw the fish directly into the sea to feed other fish - at least it will save a lot of processing costs, and they can go to the insurance company to ask for three melons and two dates to comfort the injured Weak hearts warm the stomachs of vulnerable groups like capitalists.

When the cost of sales and transportation is far greater than the profit of sales, they would rather pour milk into the river.

Is it in this river?

In this Ganges.

So everything is so reasonable—the owner doesn’t care, the security in the port area is out of reach, the Busan Bureau was directly blown up by the evil Sansang chaebol, the imperialist capitalists are willing to kill our democracy, and the South Stick is not dead. All the left-behind staff hurried back to fight against the evil.

An empty port area, an empty night, and a full ship.

Who doesn't love it?It's all money in there.

The little girl asked her mother why the family could no longer afford coal.

Mom said it was because Dad lost his job.

The little girl was curious, why did Dad start a career?

Mom said it was because Dad and the coal miners dug too many mines.

In the same way, some fish that big companies cannot sell are actually demanded by people at the bottom. After all, they are used for food.

As if they got into that boat not because of bad luck but because of luck.

But big companies won't do business with these ants. If the price is high, no one will buy it, and if the price is low, they will pay for it. Only fools can do it.

This is capitalism, rational yet irrational, splitting the entire society, and the distribution of resources cannot even be described as irrational.

There is no shortage of lampposts in Nanbang, but a few people who dare to do it.

After all, those guys are not entrepreneurs, but naked monopoly-level plutocrats, who deserve to enjoy the best street light poles and the nooses they sell themselves, just like being hanged with tears by the ecstatic Jingluo every Sunday Doge of Venice.

It's just that most ordinary people are still struggling to survive, and don't have the energy to worry about why these things are so unreasonable.

For example, the person who touched this fishing boat now—this is of course not a good person, nor is it the kind of grand thief who robs the rich and gives to the poor, he is just a thief.

No cheating, no notice, no chicness of Chu Liuxiang, no sexiness of the three Maoyan sisters, clumsy movements, trembling.

He shouldn't be so immature, after all, if you really want to count, he has done too many sneaky things, and he lives by this.

It's just that the petty thefts before, compared with what he's about to do, are simply the difference between being detained for 48 hours without food and sitting in prison.

He wanted to steal the fish, and he wanted to steal it all at once.

So he is going to steal the boat with the fish...

Not great!Fierce or not!

In the beginning, he stole several catties and didn't dare to eat a bite.

Then he stole dozens of catties and sold them all quietly.

In the end, he brought several barrels of fish weighing several hundred catties in exchange for the opportunity to contact a small smuggling boss.

The other party is very polite, they will not touch things in the port, because this is the rule set by the chaebols.

But the other party doesn’t want to play by the rules—if they get the boat out and drive it to the open sea, they will dare to divide up the things on the boat, and the fish worth hundreds of thousands of dollars will enter the market through their channels in a different form. With the basic business and sales channel labor that hardly needs to be paid, there are plenty of ways for smuggling small bosses to earn money.

As for this boat, they discussed it with the seller on the Philippine island. The other party didn't care about the old ship, and the price was not high anyway. For a guy who fishes at the door of the house, he is still a big guy.

The feeling of eating more than one fish is so wonderful that the little smuggling boss immediately turned into a dream mentor after hearing the fish thief's plan, and strongly encouraged him to pursue his own career and try to change his life.

The fish thief has only been in our team for a few days, and he can use his own efforts to raise a luxury boat. He is an upstart in the smuggling industry. He has a left-hand family and a right-hand life. He is youthful, enthusiastic and generous. He stole a large ocean-going trawler just to let everyone have fish to eat.

The little smuggling boss even thought up a new slogan for recruiting, and as for the failure of the plan, that has nothing to do with him.

What does this kind of rubbish that ruins the social atmosphere go to steal ships, and what does it have to do with a young and promising maritime logistics entrepreneur like me?

I am a subsidiary of a strategic partner of a cooperative company of a subsidiary of the HJ chaebol, and there are people on it.

As for the ghost ship or not, the little smuggling boss is actually very open-minded. He claims to be a materialist and doesn't believe in ghosts and gods.

Hasn't anyone died in the land where I stand for so many years?Everyone will die, and when they die, they will be buried in the soil, so there will be ghosts everywhere, and there will be no ghosts everywhere.

Moyu Thief felt that it made sense, so he mustered up the courage to take this life-changing step.

He's on board!

Nobody on board!

Great, everything is going according to plan!

Checked the fuel, no problem, enough to drive out to sea.

Familiar with this ominous broken boat that no one cares about, the fish thief who had already untied the cable obviously didn't want to make up for a boat ticket. He worked hard to control it with his father's fishing experience back then. The boat drove back—and got stuck.