Ao Pingrongsan sat in the office, wearing a suit and leather shoes, sitting upright and full of tension, like a leopard about to emerge in the jungle, with a sense of oppression of choosing people and devouring them.

In Hanjo, especially within the industry in charge, Okuhei Rongzo does have the nickname of "Leopard Head Specialist", which circulates in people's private conversations. One is his courage, and the other is the old scars on his face.

He didn't mind the nickname, and even intended to "keep improving" on it, because it was a medal that he had been in the field of capable people for many years, and it was the mark of his pride.

But now, the posture is still there, looking around, but there is no target that can be forced.

Outside his office, his subordinates hurried back and forth, all of them were transferring and processing various documents and materials in preparation for the sale and transfer of materials in the near future.

This made him feel that the foundation of his dedication had collapsed - to be exact, it should be a sense of powerlessness.

The real goal has always been there, but in the face of the behemoth of the "Anameasu Sect", in the face of the supreme power of the two transcendent races standing side by side, not to mention his half-old leopard with dull minions, even the Daze Sect is sending up and down, desperate and fighting, what's the point?

What's more, just thinking about this rebellious rebellion makes people's hearts uneasy!

Just as he was muttering, the secretary's phone called in and asked him for instructions: "Special manager, sorry to disturb you, I have received two quotations for the processing plant here......"

Ao Pingrongsan's attitude was stern, and his sharp teeth and claws finally had a place to exert his strength: "Is it necessary to bother me for this kind of thing?" ”

"I'm so sorry!"

"Tajima, you have to do your duty, don't repeat these messages before the deadline for quotations."

"I'm sorry, Attorney, it's my problem." The frightened secretary Tajima apologized repeatedly, his voice trembled, which was very consistent with the image of the culled prey, and he was also struggling to explain as much as he could, "But one of the offers came from Director Jiang, and she and some of the factory personnel jointly submitted the offer, and we didn't take this situation into account." ”

"She?"

Okuhei Rongsan was very surprised and temporarily let go of the poor secretary Tajima. After hanging up the communication, he called up the offer, examined it carefully, and frowned more and more he looked at it.

"What did she do with it?"

Ezuka, a female scientist with a strange name, was born in the wilderness, nominally the technical director of a processing plant for sale, but only in name, and her real job is the project leader of President Matsudaira's private research institute, and the two sides are actually not in line with each other.

Well, that project is the human resources department of the processing plant......

Of course, this is just a joke.

Does this Ms. Jiang really think she is HR?

If it weren't for the quotation in hand, Oping Rong Sanzhen wouldn't know that Jiang Tsuka had such a close connection with the middle-level and grass-roots employees in the processing plant. Judging from the annual labor cost of the processing plant, these people on the quotation almost have to go bankrupt in order to make up the cost of acquisition.

"What a glamorous woman!"

Ao Pingrongsan was amazed, obviously not in Hancheng for a long time, and even had the title of "remote tutor", but how did she manage this interpersonal network?

Frankly speaking, at this time, Ao Pingrongsan had a very clear "sense of being offended", after all, he was the actual person in charge of the processing plant. Whoever is in his position, being run into a "small circle" under his nose and not realizing it, his self-esteem will be hurt.

The problem is, there's no way he's going to get revenge back.

Because Ms. Jiang's other identity is a close friend who has been friends with the president for many years...... It's the kind of person who makes people doubt the purity of the friendship between men and women.

Okuping Rongsan was a little skeptical that Jiang Tsukasa and the others' quotation behavior was at the behest of the president. But he soon denied the idea:

Not to mention that there is no need for the president to be like this, in terms of relationship alone, Jiang Tsuka certainly has the aura of "best friend", and he is not bad at Ao Pingrong.

Growing up with the president since childhood, he is seven or eight years older than the latter, and he has always existed as a "retainer", which can be described as a person who is the eyes and ears of the humerus and a confidant. If there is any arrangement, there is no need to twist and turn like this.

Ao Ping Rongsan gradually sorted out his thoughts, in the end of this matter, he must still communicate with the president, but now the first problem is to find out the plans of Jiang Tsuka and those joint bidders.

Even without taking into account Ezuka's factors, the mid-level cadres of the processing plant joined forces to make an offer, reflecting their serious uneasiness about the current situation - for the Order, a bad sign of a loss of control.

At least, the "secrecy" level has not passed.

Ao Pingrongsan thought for a while, and then dialed the number according to the contact information on the quotation......

The strange number brings a strange feeling, he is the actual person in charge of the processing plant, but he rarely interacts with the "technical director" of the factory, so much so that he does not even have a personal contact number.

This lady has no sense of working for the Osawa Order and the Matsudaira family, and is like a shadow that is about to leave, hidden behind the "friendship" with the president, and it is impossible to see it clearly.

The phone was connected, and Ao Ping Rongsan maintained a businesslike attitude, and also added some elements of politeness and respect: "Hello, Jiang Sang, I am Ao Ping Rongsan...... Yes, I have received your quote and there are some details that need to be communicated again.

"Oh, Jiang Sang is in the factory? That's convenient, why don't we have an interview?

"Tell everyone directly? Of course, we definitely have to talk, but Jiang Sang, you are also a factory executive, and you should understand that this is not a good time for labor-management dialogue. It's hard for me to promise anything, after all, it happened suddenly, and there are quite uncontrollable factors......"

The telephone exchange ended in a push and pull with no real progress.

In essence, this round of dialogue was beyond Okuping Rongsan's expectations. He thought it was a commercial or even political negotiation, but in the end, what was in front of him was obviously a union leader, or a hot-blooded version......

It's ridiculous!

Didn't this woman say that she was born in the wilderness? Hosting such a project on weekdays, it is a weird style from the inside out, how can you be so naïve? Have you stayed in civilized society for so long that you have forgotten what the wilderness looks like?

Hanjo is not a wilderness, but the conflict of survival and faith will only be more brutal than the chaotic wilderness. The Osawa Order is facing such a situation, if you can't stand it, you will either run away or die!

Well, some irresponsible adult has already run away first, in an extremely absurd way - the explanation from the main shrine is really not a bad joke after drinking?

Ao Pingrongsan tore off his tie and exhaled heavily, so that the absurdity and depression had a channel to release, but at this time, Secretary Tajima called in again:

"Specialized ......"

"I told don't bother me!"

"The president is here, and the submarine is parked at the inner dock."

"Huh?"

This place is just a few steps away from the inner pier.

Stunned, the outside room was already sounding the chair pushing and pulling and the voice of Secretary Tajima's respectful greeting, Okuhei Rongsan quickly stood up, re-adjusted his tie, fastened the buttons of his suit, and just finished his movements, the outer door opened after a meaningful knock.

Yoshio Matsudaira, the president of the Osawa Zhushi Company, strode in.

Ao Pingrongsan hurriedly came out from behind the desk and bowed his head and saluted: "President." ”

Matsudaira Yoshio was a man in the prime of life under fifty years of age, with a slender build, short casual flat hair, a slightly concave face with a circle of mustache, and a casual suit without a tie with an open neckline that looked somewhat raunchy, giving the impression of a sleek entrepreneur rather than an heir to a family shrine...... In short, it doesn't match the social atmosphere of Hancheng very well.

But Okuhira knew that this chairman was a meticulous and ruthless figure, otherwise he would not have been able to quickly rise to power in the traditional environment of Hanjo, where "old-school politics" prevailed.

In the entire Osawa Order, the status above Matsudaira Yoshio is only the abbot of the main shrine and the "adult". However, those two had little to do with worldly matters, so as the actual controller of the Osawa Society, Matsudaira Yoshio basically controlled the core power of the Order, which has also been a matter of recent years.

Matsudaira Yoshio sat straight to the position that originally belonged to Okuhei Rongsan, his body stretched, and he was very relaxed: "Tonight, the Flat Trade Fair is going to hold a temporary coordination meeting, I'm here early, so I'll sit here with you by the way." ”

Ao Pingrong San bowed his head again when he heard this: "The president has worked hard." ”

"You don't have to pay attention to these etiquette, you can sit too."

Ao Pingrongsan thanked him again and sat on the reception sofa, his waist still straight. His body was stiff, but his brain was running at high speed.

The level trade fair jumped out at this time, which gave people a very bad feeling.

The so-called "Flat Trade Association" refers to the "Hancheng Equal Trade Association", and its essence is the coordination body for the interconnection between legal enterprises officially recognized by Hancheng and the gray field such as the homeless exchange. At present, it has basically become a platform for various organizations in Hanjo "Sato World" to obtain and coordinate interests.

There is a "level trade fair" in Hancheng, and the Amaterasu Sect is high above, coupled with the numerous religious organizations, which greatly dilutes the share of interests of the "inner world...... The Association of the Capable has long been hollowed out.

Basically, the size of the world's various forces in Hancheng and their right to speak can be more accurately reflected in the organizational structure of the level trade fair.

Daze Zhushi Club is a member unit and a governing unit of the Flat Trade Fair, and has a certain right to speak. But that's just under normal circumstances, with the current situation in Hancheng and the situation of the Osawa Order, holding such a coordination meeting won't turn into a cross-examination meeting, a division or something like that, right?

Ao Pingrongsan was quite worried.

can look at Matsudaira Yoshio again, the chairman who has just been in power for a few years, still maintains his usual bearing, which makes Okuhira Rongzo not only admire, but also a little lucky.

Is there room for adjustment in the news of that adult?

Ao Pingrong San has a thousand thoughts in his head, but in the final analysis, it is just a few flashes of effort. Over there, Yoshio Matsudaira had already spoken, talking about the progress of the mission:

"Ao Ping, you have done a good job of raising funds. At present, 17 million have arrived, and the follow-up ......"

"In the next three days, two to thirty million can be guaranteed. However, large sums of money still need to wait for the processing plant and other assets to be processed, which will take more than a week. ”

"A week, it's okay."

Really? Are you sure the Osawa Order will be able to continue until then? Ao Pingrongsan's heart swelled with pessimism again, and this emotion came so violently that he had a brief loss of control, and the question that was surrounding his heart blurted out:

"President, is it true that as the abbot said, 'Your Excellency' left Hanjo?"

Matsudaira Yoshio didn't respond, just raised his eyes to look at him, his face did not fluctuate, and his eyes were very calm, but it made people feel chills in their hearts inexplicably.

Ao Pingrong San instantly bounced up from the sofa and bowed deeply: "I'm sorry, President, I lost my words." ”

"Don't care, you have ideas, it's human nature." Matsudaira Yoshio's voice brushed past the back of Okuhira Rongsan's head, and his tone and tone were no different from when he first entered the door.

"President ......"

"Unfortunately, there is no news correction at the shrine that will cheer people's hearts. The adults did leave Hanjo, and just last night, shortly after the Amaterasu Order's operation was suspended, they resolutely fled and took the initiative to close the Xinli Passage. At present, all contact is one-way, and if we don't take the initiative, we can't get in touch. ”

This statement is a little more detailed than the version that Ao Pingrong San heard earlier, but it also brings greater doubts. Ao Pingrongsan raised his head and looked dazed:

"But...... Why? ”

"That's a stupid question."

Matsudaira Yoshio unceremoniously pointed out: "Since you ran away, of course, because you were afraid, you were surprised, just because he ran too fast." ”

“……”

Although I have always known that in recent years, my own president has become more and more sharp and direct, and it is less and less like that he was born in Hanjo. can tear through all the barriers like this, and even all the decent sharp words, still make Okuhei Rongsan, who has served the Matsudaira family and sacrificed that "adult" all his life, speechless for a long time, and his mind is so complicated that it is difficult to speak.

At this moment, Matsudaira Yoshio received a phone call and turned to communicate with the other side, which also gave Okuhira Rongzo a chance to breathe and digest. He stood there, looking at the president behind the desk who was calmly communicating with people, and he was in a trance for a moment.

The wilderness is such a changing place!

Okuhei Rongsan still remembers that Matsudaira Yoshio back then was a young man who was unwilling to be lonely and easy to get into hot blood, and he did a lot of stupid things and stupid things, and he was needed to wipe his ass many times.

The "stupidest" thing that Matsudaira Yoshio did was naturally to break away from the family plan and go to the wilderness alone to wander and explore. That was a big trouble that Ao Pingrong couldn't persuade and couldn't hold on.

It was this adventure that was "seriously out of line" in the traditional family of Hanjo that changed everything.

Matsudaira Yoshio finally returned safely from the wilderness, and through the experience of those years, he grew his knowledge and skills, and the once hot-blooded young man was like being reborn, getting deeper and stronger day by day. But for a long time, they all became outliers and were excluded from the inner circle of the family.

Ao Ping Rongsan was hit even more, because of the dereliction of duty as a "retainer", he stumbled for a long time, and he had been in the front-line executive department like the "stormtroopers" for many years, and he had almost died several times, but even so, Ao Ping Rongsan still insisted on the identity of the "retainer" and stood firm since he was a child.

For him, it doesn't matter how much else changes, as long as Matsudaira Yoshio's trust in him remains the same, it is the best outcome.

And so it is.

Okuhira Yoshizo's persistence paid off, and after Matsudaira Yoshio took the position, Okuhira Yoshizo rose to prominence within the Order, and in just a few years, he reached the position of executive director and became Matsudaira Yoshio's most trusted spokesperson.

Ah, yes, looking back on the past, there is really a feeling of being a person and a person...... Perhaps as we get older, similar emotions are inevitable.

In the end, it was Matsudaira Yoshio who woke him up from his trance-like state. After hanging up the communication, Yoshio Matsudaira reported the latest news:

"Tonight's coordination meeting, the LCRF commissioner is also present."

“LCRF？”

Ao Pingrong San was really shocked. LCRF is the spokesperson of the world's top powerful predators, and the dream fund of immortality has an extremely strong influence in Hancheng, where "old-school politics" is prevalent. At the same time, it is also one of the big financiers of the level trade fair, and every year through this channel, it rolls away several times more than the amount of investment.

Usually LCRF behaves more detached, like a normal investment company, but as long as they are in person......

Okuhei Rongsan quickly recalled the relationship between the interests of Osawa Club and LCRF, coupled with the restrictions of the Ping Trade Fair, it is known that the three parties seek to intersect, and the context of the matter seems to become clear.

"Is it because of the 'vascular' platform?"

"Oh, maybe."

"Then our lab ......"

"There is one in the level trade fair, it is just an outsourcing company, it was originally to look at people's eyes, the production line over there has changed, and this side will change, and it is normal to change."

Matsudaira Yoshio's careless performance made it difficult for Okuhira to give any more opinions. After all, the part of the platform project of "Blood Vessel", which is in charge of the Osawa Order, is mostly managed by Matsudaira Yoshio's private laboratory, and he doesn't understand it either......

Speaking of private labs, Okuhei Rongsan naturally remembered the "technical director" Ezuka, and about that offer, it was an opportunity right now:

"President, there is something I would like to report to you. It's about Ms. Jiang's quote ......"

"Offer?"

Behind the desk, Matsudaira raised his eyebrows, his eyes looking straight over, clearly detached from his nonchalant state.

"Yes, Ms. Jiang and some middle-level and grass-roots employees of the processing plant jointly put forward the intention of acquiring the processing plant...... "Ao Pingrongsan gave a general introduction to the quotation and the previous simple communication, with a very correct attitude and no personal emotions.

Originally, the processing plant was destined to be given up, and it didn't matter who it fell into. In the end, the criteria for determining the success of this transaction are how much money can be realized, and the other is whether it can satisfy the chairman of the family.

As for one's likes and dislikes, it has never been a problem.

Matsudaira Yoshio is not Okuhira Yoshizo, but Okuhira Yoshio is Matsudaira Yoshio.

This is his belief as always, and it is also wisdom.

Then, he saw that his own president laughed rarely: "So that's the case, I can understand, I can understand." ”

"President?"

"Maybe it's guilt, or maybe it's an anesthetic for self-redemption...... She was always naïve. ”

It was the first time that Okuhei Rongsan had heard his own president's evaluation of Ezuka, and coincidentally, it was consistent with his previous slander.

Of course, they are also "naïve", Ao Pingrongsan will not be naïve to think that the connotations of the words used by the two are exactly the same. With a quick glance at the smile on Matsudaira Yoshio's face, he already knew what to do.

The newly acquired yacht soon welcomed its new owner, and the process went very smoothly. Heading up the Ohori River and 20 kilometers deeper into Lake Kitayama, the yacht functions normally, and in this water, the noise of syllabic music is largely absorbed in the open water.

However, the journey to the next destination was much slower than expected. In this case, the problem lies with the "new owner".

Ronan did not say anything about the yacht being replaced, even though the "Zephyr" layout of the lower deck living quarters, which had not yet had time to be remodeled, was significantly different from its predecessor. For him, it's just a change of vehicle to sit and rest.

At this stage, in addition to learning about the latest situation in Hancheng at the beginning, Ronan focused all his attention on the broken monocle. In his words:

"Solve the existing problem first, and then find the corresponding materials."

It then took him a full four hours to restore the monocle and is still doing post-inspection.

So Yin Le understood that the seemingly crystal clear "lens" actually had an incredibly complex structure and an even more incredible production method.

In Ronan's mouth, it is just an "imaginary structure", a temporary mold that needs to "consume a lot of energy at all times". I really don't know how strict the conditions will be if it is to be created in the so-called "creation" way.

Ronan's experimental plan, Yin Le is hard to guess, but she is already nervous. During Ronan's work, she has already made a round of phone calls with the intermediaries and manufacturers related to the destination, and it is important to understand the market and not fight unprepared battles.

Since this is a relatively professional field, Yin Le doesn't know if her efforts will be able to achieve her wish in the end. But when people's efforts "spill over", they often get some benefits from others.

Just as she continued to communicate deeply with the local circle of Hancheng, some unexpected intelligence information, especially the part related to the Osawa Order, more and more details and rumors were exposed.

After some sorting and analysis, Yin Le felt the need to report to Ronan again. So, she took the sorted out materials and re-entered the living area on the lower deck.

At night, the natural light is no longer enough to support the lighting of the living area, and the warm lights are lit up, reflecting the light-colored tatami mats and the most classic Japanese wood tones, and the whole living area is covered with a warm luster, which looks quite warm.

It is said that this yacht was the car of Yoshio Matsudaira, the chairman of the Osawa Zhuji Clan. The man was notoriously sharp and cold, and his family life was a mystery, but he didn't want to approve of the style.

Hmm, I accidentally matched with someone.

Someone is naturally a snake language. This sorcerer, who appears as "Kitayama Snow Painting", is dressed in a traditional kimono suit, which is most in line with the décor of the living area.

When Ronan was concentrating and Yin Le was busy going in and out, Snake Yu was not assigned a task, she just stayed by Ronan's side, serving tea and pouring water, tidying up the cabin layout, and doing some work as a servant and attendant.

When Yin Le arrived on the lower deck, he saw that Snake Yu seemed to be a traditional island woman in the film and television drama, kneeling on the side of Ronan, bringing him tea at the right temperature, and then retreating in a bowing posture.

The interior is extremely quiet, only the moon-white kimono rubs against the tatami mats, with the rhythm and sound of life.

Snake whisper kept her head down, and from Yin Le's angle, she only saw her meticulously combed black bun, as well as her snow-white neck and small back muscles at the back collar under the reflection of warm lights.

Even so, it's amazing.

Human beings naturally lack resistance to smooth and delicate textures, and the one in front of them is warm and vivid, with excellent shape and charm of beauty, the so-called "living color" is nothing more than that.

Yin Le wanted to explore the past and try his touch.

But in Yin Le's view, the snake language at this time is more touching because she can serve Ronan's walking, sitting and lying with amazing concentration, to carve those seemingly meaningless details, just to achieve perfection.

In terms of efficiency, it is not enough to teach - if a company or an organization does this, it will be doomed sooner or later.

However, when it comes to relationships, this approach reflects a pious and pure attitude, as if it does not involve any calculation, but is taken for granted. In essence, it is a classical, traditional, old-fashioned, and partial "moral aesthetics" that the vast majority of men yearn for.

At this moment, Ronan is sitting on the tatami mats, and his clothes are like the young people he may meet everywhere on the street, but the posture of the snake is clearly serving a prince.

What era is it now? Who is Snake Whisper?

Obviously she can't be that kind of person, but she can do it seamlessly and smoothly, even if Ronan didn't look at her squarely, she didn't show any frustration, slackness, no trace of performance, and no irritation to perform.

From beginning to end, the snake whisper is as little as possible to avoid disturbing Ronan's train of thought, and it is like the warm soup of a spring pool, seeping in from the inadvertent minutiae and everywhere.

They are all experts in waiting for people, how superb this means is, Yin Le can understand it best, and he is ashamed of himself. There is too much observation and prediction involved, and there may even be some advanced perception abilities of qi and machine induction.

"What a horrible woman."

Yin Le sighed silently. She has invested extraordinary attention in snake language, and to put it bluntly, it is because of some kind of competitive crisis that it is turning into reality.

The position of secretary is too easy to be replaced, especially the life secretary......

But then again, if you don't care about the cost factor, what is one or two more secretaries who can do things and are eye-catching? Direct competition is stupid, and it's all too normal for a character like Ronan to have someone attached to him. And as dependents, the key is to have a clear role for each other, at least a certain function.

The value of a secretary is to deal with the boss rather than add to it. Yin Le had already realized this when he became Mrs. Halder's secretary.

Yin Le adjusted his breathing, took off his shoes outside, placed them neatly, and walked lightly onto the tatami mats. Ronan was still pondering, she wasn't stupid enough to disturb the train of thought, so she knelt down in a corner of the room and waited silently.

Of course, Serpent noticed her, moved over quietly, and brewed fragrant tea for her, and served it silently, still humble, only as if she was the lowest maid.

Yin Le pressed down and felt slightly uncomfortable in his heart, and thanked him.

She can't afford the etiquette of Snake Whisper to Ronan, and this deliberate respect may also be the secret edge of Snake Whisper.

Time passed minute by minute in silence, and after nearly forty minutes, Ronan, who had been competing with the "monocle" suspended in front of him, finally let out a long exhalation, and then stretched his waist, probably because he was more relaxed in a quiet space, he fell straight back, stretched his hands and feet on the tatami mat, rubbed his back one after another, and wanted to roll again......

At this time, Ronan finally broke away from the state of pure self, and the real environment around him was reflected in his heart, he let out a "hey" and hurriedly propped up his upper body, but the childishness that had been stuffed in his bones could not be concealed no matter what.

Ronan was slightly embarrassed, but he soon found that the two people in the room, except for him, were sitting upright at this time, lowering their eyes and eyebrows, and not moving, like two sculptures.

Forget it, let's just assume they can't see it.

Ronan grinned, straightened his body, and pondered what to say. The snake whisper not far from him was kneeling forward at this time, came to the position behind him, reached out to touch his shoulder, and after a moment's pause, kneaded it with the appropriate weight.

“……”

Ronan instinctively slumped his shoulders, but there was no next move. He turned his head to look at Snake Whisper, this "well-known" spell master, a dignified B-level strongman, with a calm complexion, completely speechless, only focused on the percussion and pinching of his palms, as if everything was supposed to be like this, and it was natural.

Well, her approach is really good - at least Ronan, who lacks such experience, still feels quite comfortable.

From the physical to the spiritual.

Ronan has the ability to spy on people's desires and control the soul of the mind. However, at this moment he found that all the fundamental changes, without external request, came from himself.

Unconsciously, he seemed to have a layer of bottom plate in his heart, or some other stepping object, and gently and skillfully stepped into a psychological zone that he had never set foot in.

Perhaps he had observed, imagined, and had a little unspoken yearning "outside" before, but he had never experienced it as much as he does now, and he was full of it for granted.

Gestalt architecture, closed system permissions, and more directly, his absolute control over snake language, determine the current state and pattern.

He can accept it, he can call it off, but no matter what, he has the absolute right to choose.

Stop...... It's comfortable, why stop?

A smile naturally overflowed from the corners of Ronan's lips, and his body swayed slightly under the appropriate technique of snake language, so that his throat was also stained with a bit of lazy rhythm:

"Tell me, what's new?"

What a pool of warm soup and living water!

Yin Le maintained a posture of lowering her eyebrows, but her mind was in a trance, but fortunately, the rhythm of the atmosphere in the room was soothed as a whole, her trance was not obvious, and she quickly replied:

"Sir, there is information that the Osawa Order's hasty realization of assets is due to the 'Dark Dragon God' they worship as the imperial sacrifice god...... Fled. ”