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"What's the meaning?"
"I gave some small bosses of the Xiaoshan Group some money and asked them to help me keep an eye on the dock. The biggest payment was that they wanted to buy a camera, a small one. If they found any interesting cargo items, they would take pictures of them for me.
Like this one.”
Ning Ren took out a photo and gave it to Gretel.
Loading machinery on fishing boats.
Looks like a grinder.
Grete took a look and nodded: "This is too childish. According to the records we investigated, there are more than 1,500 cases of illegal product sales. Most of them are marginal errors. This
A small machine, it looks like a grinder to me."
Ning Ren said: "Grinder for lenses."
"Yes, you are going in the right direction, keep working hard." Grete accepted the reimbursement form given by Ning Ren. He also knew that it was impossible to find out any big projects in one business trip. This requires time and opportunity.
Ning Ren added: "I also got a piece of news, but there is nothing substantial to confirm it."
Gretel's eyes lit up: "It doesn't matter if there's nothing substantial, just tell me the news you got."
Ning Ren: "Let me tell you one thing first. I was responsible for the fire at Tosiba headquarters. Just don't cheat me."
Gretel didn't care how many Japanese slaves were burned in the fire at Tosiba headquarters: "It doesn't matter, just tell me the news."
Ning Ren: "The Xiong family encountered a severe cold wave, and grain production was reduced on a large scale. The Xiong family began to strictly restrict the import of goods and spent money on buying food. Among them, the purchase of industrial machinery and equipment was almost zero. The Japanese slaves were the most important of the Xiong family.
What will happen if the Xiong family doesn’t buy the industrial machinery supplier?”
Gretel is professional.
Hearing this news was enough for him.
This news is very easy to verify.
It can be verified not only from the industrial machinery factory in Wajima, but also from many aspects.
Grete said: "Yes, your idea is very correct. Just go in this direction and keep an eye on all the machinery factories on Wonu Island to see where they will ship machinery products."
Ning Ren didn't mention anything about the copy machine.
The reason is very simple. It has nothing to do with Gretel, and it is impossible for Ning Ren to receive a bonus from the coordinating committee.
Today’s conversation is not casual.
Ning Ren tested Grete, and he got the answer.
Grete's approach was not to prevent the Japanese slaves from making mistakes, but to assume that the Japanese slaves were at fault, but no evidence was found.
Then, the direction of how to compile this story next is very clear.
Leave Gretel's office.
In the evening, Ning Ren served wine.
Call everyone from Hall 14 to sit down.
"Everyone, I'm going to go to Mr. Zhuang Nanshang's bank on Saturday to rob! There is a contract here, which I signed with Huang Qifa, the missionary, at noon today. This is a game. Next, everything depends on your ability, everyone
Does anyone have a suitable person to recommend..."
Before Ning Ren could recommend anyone, Gui Ren jumped up and said, "Me, whoever robs me will teach him how to behave with my fists."
The food hasn't been served yet, it's all about martial arts.
Even Chen Luotuo got started.
Ning Ren took a few steps back. What he originally thought was to find a few guys who were very photogenic. This was indeed a game with high ratings.
I haven't finished speaking yet, why are they so excited?
This is really interesting.
That night, Jiashi released an advertisement before the start of the World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament.
The gangster Ghost Blade VS the policeman Huang Qifa.
Time: Saturday.
Location: Zhuang Nanshang’s bank.
Early the next morning, I saw five people, Gui Ren, Xiao Sao, Handsome, Hei Niu, and Tai Fei, with their respective younger brothers, starting to move around the bank, and then many surrounding streets. Next, they recorded the traffic flow of each street, and then
…
These people went out and attracted many citizens to watch.
The advertisement made it clear that there was no script, everything was based on one's own ability.
Then, Kowloon Walled quietly opened the handicap.
The ghost blade can last for eight hours, and you pay fifteen for one.
If you persist for less than one hour, you will pay 15% for every bet on yellow.
There has been no calligraphy stall in Kowloon Walled City for a long time. Ever since the Jockey Club’s Liuhe Tickets appeared, there has been little business in the calligraphy stall.
But after the incident between Li Jufu and the Jockey Club hit the news some time ago, the Qihetiao market here in Kowloon Walled City began to slowly become popular, because when the market opened, anyone was allowed to supervise at close range.
At noon, Ning Ren invited Shama to dinner.
In a newly opened restaurant.
Ning Ren didn't let Shama read the menu and ordered four dishes for Shama.
Shama looked at the table, put a piece of meat on the plate with a spoon with a hint of doubt, and then picked up the knife and fork.
When he bit into his mouth, Shama's eyes lit up: "What is this? It's so delicious."
"The most common one, braised chicken nuggets. As I said, all people eat in Wudu is pig food. It is definitely a food desert. Besides fried chicken, what else can it do?" Ning Ren said, pushing another plate
He walked over and said, "Come and try it. This is a relatively high-end recipe, honey chicken."
“Delicious, very delicious.”
Ning Ren asked: "You have been in Daogang for three years, what do you usually eat?"
Sharma replied: "Of course it's a high-end restaurant."
Ning Ren smiled: "Xuedao cuisine, Gaul cuisine, and rotten vegetables?"
"Well, I occasionally eat some Spanish food."
Ning Ren said: "In a few days, I am going to hold a super competition, the Dao-Hong Kong Chef Master Competition, and I will invite you to be a guest, but not a judge. To be honest, you can't even eat, you only know how to watch the starry sky."
Shama put down his knife and fork: "Let's be honest, what do you want to do?"
"Establish a super restaurant group and then open restaurants all over the world. I plan to open twenty restaurants in Fog City, including a Hell Canteen."
"Hell?" Shama became interested: "What kind of delicacies are there in hell?"
Ning Ren pretended to be mysterious: "In a few days, when the chef I hired arrives, I will take you to have a taste. I promise, not many people have the courage to eat it."
"It's so scary."
“Red burned lion head(Braised lion head)”
"Oh! The cake seller." Shama exclaimed,
Ning Ren suddenly reached out and snapped his fingers, and a waiter brought a small lunch box with a sealing lid.
Ning Ren pointed at the box: "This is an entry-level box. If you open it and smell it, you won't even dare to look at it, let alone eat it. I can only tell you that it tastes very delicious."
Shama did not believe in evil and directly opened the sealed lid.
Instantly, the smell rushed out, and Sharma's first reaction was to rush into the bathroom and vomit.
It stinks so much.
In Shama's horrified eyes, Ning Ren reached out and picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and ate it calmly.
"This is, this is..."
"Tofu."
Regardless of his image, Sharma raised his voice several times: "Tofu soaked in the toilet for a year?"
Ning Ren's reaction was very calm: "Eat a piece, and I will show you the Hell Restaurant."