Zuo Gengming sniffed and said in a sowhat hoarse voice, "My Aircrew Base 130 has been occupied by mutants."
The unexpected disappearance at the Green Cherry Orchard Estate's salon had a significant impact on the circle of military contractors.
Although the bigwigs of military contracting, who were transferred to the mutant breeding farm underground in the Alps Mountain Area, managed to survive by luck, their companies and bases were plunged into turmoil during this storm.
One-tenth of the military contractors could not withstand this calamity and declared bankruptcy.
Nearly one-third of aircrew bases changed hands, so of which are still occupied by mutants to this day.
The situation facing Zuo Gengming's Spring Field Defense Limited Company is such that if they cannot recapture the lost aircrew base within a month, the contracting rights of that aircrew base will be transferred to other military contractors, leaving only one of the originally contracted two aircrew bases.
The aircrew base is a place for capable people, if it cannot be held, it is better to give it up early and hand it over to a person or enterprise capable of defending it. Situations like squatting without a defecation are absolutely not allowed to occur.
Even if the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee takes care of its "inside people," it would not dare to make enemies with the entire industry on this matter, as no one wants to provoke universal outrage.
"So, how did the talks go?"
Chen Fei pointed towards Zuo Gengming, then towards the direction of Boss Hana's office. He was curious, as Old Zuo had just been taphorically bumped on the nose there.
Zuo Gengming hesitated for a mont, glanced at Chen Fei, and said, "It hasn't been settled yet. Ms. Hanna neither refused nor agreed."
The other side was from Jiu Defense Company, and he wasn't sure whether he should be speaking these words or not.
"Ha!" Won!
Chen Fei laughed inexplicably.
"Can you help ?"
Suddenly, Zuo Gengming grabbed Chen Fei's hand.
"Wait, I'm not into that stuff!"
Chen Fei quickly withdrew his hand, poured so liquor to rub them, then took a paper towel to dry them off, his little heart pounding.
Although high-proof liquor does not have a 75-degree strength, its disinfectant effect is limited to psychological comfort and is practically useless. The alcohol content must be within 75±5 degrees to effectively kill germs.
Zuo Gengming looked embarrassed and hurriedly apologized.
"Sorry, I—I'm not into that either."
He also secretly rubbed his hands, as the misunderstanding really caused his hair to stand on end.
"Old Zuo, I can't help you with this!" After drying his hands, Chen Fei spread them out and said, "You should be clear about the consequences of backstabbing."
Brief acquaintanceship prevents deep conversations, and the other side was being sowhat reckless.
Where is there a reason for employees to speak for outsiders? This must be wanting to submit a resignation. Workplace rules follow this principle—eat your boss's words, follow your boss, and go whichever direction your boss points.
"I'm so sorry, could you offer so advice? I really have no other options!"
Having co to Aircrew Base 911 alone, Zuo Gengming had no choice but to thicken his face.
He tried seeking help elsewhere, but with mutants continuously erging and being very active, colleagues were too overwheld to extend help to others.
Even those who were barely managing their own crises.
Even the top hundred ranked large military contractors were all busy cleaning their own snow, not caring about frost on others' roofs.
Aircrew Base 911, ho to two supernatural power users, two Magical Beasts, and the most capable Combat Flight Squadron, was thus well-equipped to handle this unforeseen mutant surge with ease, and Zuo Gengming would not have visited if he had any other recourse.
Only the ambiguous stance of General Manager Hanna Gagel had left him utterly at a loss.
"Advice... in business, it's all about how much you're willing to pay,"
Chen Fei extended his index finger, dipped it in so liquor, and drew a circle on the bar counter, then drew a square in the center of the circle.
Problems that Brother Kong Fang can handle are not considered problems at all.
Talking about money hurts feelings, but since there are no feelings between parties yet, it's all about injuring the wallet!
Surely Zuo Gengming should understand this logic, shouldn't he?
"Price?"
The words startled Zuo Gengming as if waking from a dream. He had only been thinking about seeking help from Jiu Defense Company, breaking out in cold sweat as he finally rembered such a crucial matter.
Concern leads to chaos, and without anyone to remind him, it was natural for him to enter a dead-end.
"So it was like this!"
Zuo Gengming let out a sigh of relief. Although the initial negotiation with Boss Hanna had yielded no results, both sides left room for the next round and did not make any final decisions.
He was very relieved that, despite coming away empty-handed initially, he had not lost control of his emotions. Now completely calm, he vaguely began to see a new approach.
"Here, pour another for Mr. Zuo, and put his drink on my tab."
Chen Fei took the opportunity to greet the bartender.
Another drink was pushed across the bar.
"How much should I offer?"
Zuo Gengming asked again for advice.
Chen Fei swayed the bottle in his hand and leaning against the bar, said, "There's an old saying: ask for the moon and settle for less. I don't really understand the specifics, but from my point of view, the more the better. You want to find soone to help, you definitely need to show great sincerity, so the person helping you doesn't end up working for nothing, right?"
"I understand now!"
Zuo Gengming looked thoughtful.
If he still didn't have a clue after this point, he might as well quit this line of work.
"Don't rush it, think about it slowly, or you can always just go ho and inherit the family fortune!"
Chen Fei patted Zuo Gengming's shoulder.
He didn't discriminate against rich second generations. It was just that they were better at "being born"; the rich have their worries and the common folk their joys.
Just like the uncles in his family and himself, there were no barriers between cousins at Chen Family Gate—who would inherit the family fortune. If Little Shanzi wasn't convinced, he would still be beaten into submission by the brothers of the Old Chen Family.
"It's not the sa, not the sa!"
Zuo Gengming shook his head and chuckled bitterly.
There's nothing different, really. The poor care first about basic necessities, while the rich focus on their ideals and passions.
"Keep drinking, I'm off!"
Chen Fei grabbed the bottle and ran off.
Since it involved company interests, it was inappropriate to chat too deeply, so he touched on the points and made a swift exit.
Not until the next evening, when he stepped into the small villa led by the Golden-Eyed Azure-Hearted Civet and Boss Hana casually ntioned sothing, did Chen Fei learn about Zuo Gengming's asking price and the intended results of the negotiation, now just waiting to be formalized into a legally binding contract.
"Jiu Defense Company to acquire 11% of Spring Field Defense, becoming one of the shareholders, and in exchange help reclaim Aircrew Base 130 and eradicate all mutants."
Business is business, friendship aside, Boss Hana opened with a lion's share, taking a big bite from the other party.
"Did Old Zuo really agree?"
Chen Fei looked incredulous as Xiao Jiu seized the opportunity to land on his glass, dipping his head in and drinking one gulp after another.
"If he didn't agree, what else could he do? The situation now is beyond his control. Finding a second company willing to accept such terms is probably impossible."
Hanna Gagar sipped her drink nonchalantly and continued, "Getting back Aircrew Base 130 is not going to be easy, not everyone can do it, so this price is necessary. Anyone else would ask for even more, and he probably understands that himself."
She pointed at Chen Fei and said, "This task is yours now; you are responsible for dealing with it."
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Chen Fei pointed at himself, feeling staying at Flyers Base 911, guarding Teacher Shen Fei, was more appealing.
"Think before you speak in the future, don't be so transparent. It makes it easy for others to exploit you. Zuo Gengming put you on the spot, trying to use you to help drum up support. How foolish!"
Boss Hana huffed.
Zuo Gengming misjudged the relationship between Hanna Gagar and Chen Fei, which was not just between a boss and a trusted employee but also very reliable friends.
"This guy..."
Chen Fei shook his head bitterly, even imagining that Zuo Gengming had used their relationship during negotiations, exaggerating minor details, pretending to be old buddies to win sympathy.
The scher!
It seems that in dealing with such characters in the future, one must be more cautious to avoid being exploited like this ti.
Hanna Gagar swayed her glass, her tone returning to normal, and said, "Co to my office tomorrow morning."
Chen Fei asked puzzledly, "Is there sothing?"
He thought over and over but couldn't guess what would warrant a trip to her office.
No one visits the Temple of the Three Treasures without a cause, the sa goes for the office.
"Core employees of the company can get varying employee profit-sharing equity from 0.1% to 1%."
Hanna Gagar didn't elaborate further.
In fact, she had thought for a long ti before deciding on this plan, aiming to tie key employees to the company. On the one hand, as an incentive, and on the other, as a safeguard against poaching by competitors.
The profit-sharing equity ant sharing the business earnings with Hanna Gagar, who had absolute 100% ownership. Currently, the financial state of Flyers Base 911 and Jiu Defense is good; every point of equity brought a not-insignificant amount of dividends.
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