Seeing John with a silly smile on his face after hanging up the phone, the younger brothers came over one after another.
John made a fist with his right hand and shook it hard at the crowd twice. Jiejie smiled strangely and said: "We are developed, we are going to be developed!"
"Boss, why are you so prosperous and we haven't asked for the ransom yet?" The members of the speeding party looked to the other side in unison, where there was a man wearing a hood on his head.
This man's name is Solanna, the son of a small factory owner, and the ransom can be at least 20,000 yuan.
With this money, everyone can drink and eat a lot of meat, and even buy a new motorcycle after finishing it.
"You fools only know about money and power. The most important thing for us is power. Do you understand?"
John roared with hatred, pointed at the hung up phone, and raised his voice: "My dear niece Jasmine was taken aback by the big boss, but she doesn't have me as an uncle. Now, the big boss wants to help him protect her."
For the safety of cosmetics factories, give me fifty security guards and two hundred factory workers. This will greatly increase our strength. Many people are willing to use their heads to mess with me!"
"Oh my God, two hundred employee positions are in a cosmetics factory. Is this really the gospel of God!"
"Boss, give me a spot. I have two younger brothers and a younger sister at home. My mother has been complaining that she can't find a job. She only relies on my father, who works in an oil refinery. It's very difficult to support such a large family."
"John, I have been with you for four years and have always been loyal. You won't refuse me a security guard spot, right? You know, my brother is an adult and he is a great young man. I don't want him to be like me.
Being a speedster and failing to help him solve his work problems has made him stay at home for several months."
"Boss, you are such a genius, how come you are so talented!"
The people around were noisy and noisy, surrounding John as they did around their king, arguing about who was the most loyal.
Seeing everyone's reactions, John smiled from ear to ear.
Speedsters look at the glory, but in fact life is not easy. In order to save fuel, many people will not even eat at noon, and turn their lunch money into gas money to survive.
Even John, as the middle-level leader, only eats meat once every three days, drinks a few bottles of beer when he has nothing to do, and brings some good food to his family. He is happy to let his brothers live a better life.
"Well, boys, there will be bread, and there will be milk!"
John clapped his hands heavily, walked over to the kidnapped man, kicked the man on the butt, and said: "Get up, you bastard, your clothes belong to me! You two come here and pull him
Take off your clothes, I have to attend a formal event tomorrow, so I must dress decently!"
The two speedsters walked up to him and pulled off his suit regardless of his struggling body.
Not to mention, Meupiao's body shape is similar to John's. He tried the clothes on himself and John thought they fit him quite well.
"Do I look like a big shot now?" John, wearing a blue suit, rubbed his hair vigorously and asked the younger brothers around him.
The younger brothers nodded repeatedly and replied in unison: "It's so similar. If I didn't know you, I would have thought I was seeing a congressman. Those big shots don't have your style."
"Hahaha, you bitches, I love you so much!" John laughed loudly, took the mirror from his younger brother's hand, and nodded with satisfaction.
...the next day...
Riding his beloved motorcycle, a refreshed John went straight to the factory at the address.
Venus Cosmetics Manufacturing Factory is located in the industrial park of Putlan City. It is a medium-sized factory converted from a health products factory.
Parking the motorcycle at the door, John stepped off and looked up.
The factory door is open, and you can see the densely packed factory buildings inside, as well as forklifts constantly coming in and out.
Because the workers were inside the factory, John couldn't see how many people there were.
But on the right side of the factory entrance, there are two sheds for parking bicycles and motorcycles. At first glance, there is a long queue of bicycles and motorcycles, and there are no less than a thousand of them.
"It looks like there are a lot of people!"
John adjusted his suit, straightened his chest, and walked inside like a big shot.
As a result, before I had taken a few steps, the security guard from the guard box at the door came out and asked: "Who are you? If you are an employee, please come and swipe your work badge. If you are not, get out of here. Visiting is prohibited here."
"These security guards actually have guns!" John just glanced and realized that these security guards were armed with guns.
The guns are not bad. The security guard who came out was equipped with a revolver, and the security guard standing guard in the guard box was equipped with a double-barreled shotgun.
There are two pavilions on the left and right of the gate, and there are seven or eight security guards at a glance. If ordinary people want to come here to run wild, they are afraid that they will be beaten into a sieve if they can't get through the gate.
"I'm John Bob, the company's safety consultant. I want to see the manager of the factory." John raised his neck and spoke with confidence.
When the security guard heard this name, he glanced at his companion in the guard box and said, "Verify his identity with the above."
After a while, the security guard in the guard box got an accurate reply, saying: "The manager's secretary asked us to let him go. This Mr. John is from the company."
When John heard this, he looked up at the camera and waved to the camera.
The next second, the loudspeaker of the security booth lit up with a red light, and an old voice came out: "Welcome, Mr. John, please come to the administrative building of the factory to find me. I will wait for you in the office on the second floor."
John waved to the security guards, walked backwards inside, and shouted: "Good job, boys, you did a good job!"
He was pretending to be cool, which made John feel very good.
Walking in the spacious factory, looking at the closed workshops on both sides, John whistled as he walked inside.
After a while, the eight-story administrative building arrived. Under the guidance of the security guard at the door, John stood on the elevator to the second floor.
As for why he didn't take the stairs, it was a joke. He was a person of status, and taking the stairs would be awkward. So even though it was on the second floor, he still had to take the elevator and didn't want to take another step.
Ding!!
When we arrived at the second floor, the elevator door opened automatically.
John subconsciously looked up and found a female secretary standing outside the elevator, wearing a professional short skirt that was particularly attractive.
"The manager is waiting for you in the office, come with me."
The female secretary in her twenties walked in front, and John followed behind, licking his tongue, keeping his eyes on her buttocks.
Maybe this is the life of a big shot. If you have something to do, you will be a secretary, and if you have nothing to do, you will be a secretary. It is exciting to think about it.
"Manager, Mr. John is here." Under the guidance of the female secretary, John quickly met the manager, an old man in his sixties.
Although the old man is very old, his eyes are very scary, as if he wants to see right through you.
John stood in front of him, feeling numb all over from being stared at. The suit, which didn't fit well, seemed to have shrunk and become smaller, making him very uncomfortable to wear.
"Two cups of tea, put more tea leaves and make it stronger." The old man waved his hand to the secretary, indicating that the female secretary could go out.
As soon as the female secretary left, there were only two people left in the room.
John felt that he could not lose the limelight, so he coughed twice pretending to be serious and walked towards the sofa: "Sir, do you mind if I sit down?"
"Whatever you want..." The old man crossed his hands on the table, looked at John who was trying to stay calm, and said, "To be honest, I would rather the boss hire a professional security team than hire a second-rate character like you.
Don't rush to deny it. I am sixty-five years old. I have been a manager longer than you and have met many different kinds of people.
I don't know why the boss would give you such an important position, but I hope you'd better be qualified and not give me any trouble. My purpose is to manage the factory well, I don't care if you came in through the back door.
, I still climbed up a high branch. Anyway, I will keep an eye on you and don’t let me find a chance."
"You don't seem to like me?"
"No, I've always hated trash, and I'm not targeting you."