"What will happen to us, I don't have to worry about the Chief Gentleman at all. After all, after the afternoon, you're no longer the chief, General. Joe smiled coldly and said, "We will have a new leadership, a new way of doing things, a new mentality, and new friends." Morningstar is about to see unprecedented growth that will never be possible in the hands of your generation. ”

"Then what are you going to do with me, shoot me," the general smiled slightly, "I prefer this more manly way of dying than dying of illness." ”

"Of course not, killing you will cause too many repercussions. You have been at the helm of Morningstar for more than ten years, and the influence is too great, and no one will take such a risk to execute you. Especially since we haven't caught the silver wolf yet, you will be the best bait, and you can be a bargaining chip if you are not good. Joe smiled slightly, "I'm a pragmatist, and I'm very frugal, so naturally I won't waste a high-value goal like yours." ”

"It's an honor. Unfortunately, my high-value target is coming to an end. The general laughed and said, "If this is not the case, do you really think that you can hide from me what you have done?"

"Look at him and don't let anything happen to him. Joe said to the general's assistant, and then he gave the old man a complicated look, turned and walked out with the other board members.

The general said calmly, "How much did they bid to make you betray me"

"I'm sorry General, I know this will make you very uncomfortable. But you should also know that everyone has a price. As long as the price is high enough, there will always be someone who will betray you, either me or someone else. And the economy has been sluggish recently, and the income as an assistant is not too high. The assistant said calmly.

"yes, I understand. So they gave you a lot, that's really Wishing you prosperity. The general smiled and said, "But do you want to earn more?"

"I want to, I dream of it. But I also know that once I let you go, I won't be able to enjoy the money. The assistant hesitated, shook his head, and said.

"I didn't say I wanted you to let me go," the general smiled slightly, "I just need you a small favor, definitely a risk-free little favor." And you'll make more than you would if you sold me. Think about it, opportunities don't come every day. ”

"What kind of little help," the young assistant said with some alarm.

"It's just a simple thing, bring me something. The general said calmly, "One simple thing, you can get a million." And no one will know that you helped me. What do you think of the price"

"One million," the assistant said with a slight surprise.

"Why, are you suspecting that I don't have any money," the general smiled slightly, "or are you doubting that you are not worth the price"

The assistant hesitated, "What kind of things do you want me to bring for you?"

"Across the street from the company building, the restaurant that sells fried chicken. You go buy a fried chicken and tell them that you need their secret sauce. The general smiled slightly.

"A serving of fried chicken with a secret sauce. It's as simple as that," the assistant simply didn't believe his ears.

The general smiled wryly, "I'm like this, what else can I do, I just like the fried chicken wings in that shop." That's not too much to ask."

"I'll buy you a fried chicken, and you'll give me a million dollars, how do you pay me" The assistant looked at the general in disbelief.

"I can transfer money with just a phone call, and if you don't want to, it doesn't matter, I can always find someone to buy it for me. The old man sighed.

The assistant immediately said, "Wait a minute, I'll go." ”

He now fully agreed with Joe's statement, the old guy was old, and even a little confused. You can make a million by helping him do this little thing, so why not. But if he doesn't have any money, he won't lose anything, anyway, his assistant is to run errands for him every day. But if he really had, and if he really gave it, the assistant felt his mouth dry when he thought of this, and he seemed to be as excited as if he had already received the money.

He locked the general in the safe house, then quickly went downstairs and ran to the small fast food restaurant opposite. In a nervous mood, he said, "I want a fried chicken, oh yes, and a secret sauce from your store." ”

This time is not meal time, so there is no one in the restaurant. He was greeted by the fat owner of the fast food restaurant, a fat man in his forties. When I heard him say that he wanted a secret sauce, he moved his eyebrows slightly, "Do you want sweet sauce or hot sauce?"

"Well, it's not too clear. Let's have two. The assistant thought for a moment, took out his wallet and asked, "How much?"

"I'll send you. "Fat boss and amiable authentic.

"Send me," the assistant said stunned.

The chubby boss simply looked kind, "Yes, I'll send you." Sending you on your way."

Before the assistant could react, the fat boss had already made a sudden move, and his two stubby arms slammed into the assistant's neck, and his arms quickly completed a triangular lock, and he suddenly exerted force. With a "click", the assistant softened. To death, he didn't believe that he would be broken by a fast-food restaurant owner.

The assistant to the CEO, although called an assistant, is actually responsible for guarding the CEO. All of them are masters with excellent skills, but they are such masters in front of the small owner of this fast food restaurant, it seems to be vulnerable. Several employees in the store were watching, but none of them were surprised.

The fat boss looked gloomy, kicked away the plastic bucket containing garbage next to him, and threw the assistant in. Then he went to the back kitchen alone and opened the drawers.

The drawer has three levels, the upper layer is for automatic rifles, the middle level is for pistols, and the lower level is for various knives.

The fat boss quickly put on his body armor and fastened the two pistols to his thighs with straps, and then he quickly pressed the bullets in the automatic rifle magazine. It's been twelve years, and almost when Morningstar was built, there was this fast food restaurant selling fried chicken opposite, and there was also this fat boss. No one ever knew, and no one suspected, that this fat boss was the second director of Morningstar even above Silver Wolf.

"General, it's been twelve years, and finally there is this day. The fat man picked up a gold-plated pistol and kissed the hilt of the gun. Gentle as if he were treating his lover. Then he calmly put the automatic rifle behind his back and stuffed a few more hands and ** into a travel bag.

After doing this, he stood back in the store and looked around the fast-food restaurant. He calmly said to the employees of the store, "You all go, this has nothing to do with you." Then he carried his travel bag and walked towards the tall building opposite without hesitation