Monster Factory

Their company did not care about the profits from the gold trade. When the other party comes to sell precious metals, the profit scale will definitely not be large, so why the secretary now saw her boss so horny, she never saw him so excited, isn't it just a precious metal?

"Where are they? On the phone, what did they say? Tell me without missing a word."

Ba Sucha grabbed the secretary's shoulder with his hand, looking nervous, and under the secretary's word-for-word explanation, he slowly understood what had happened.

Yesterday he was in China, and there was nothing major in the company, so the people who contacted the company naturally did not contact Ba Sucha, but yesterday afternoon, when the workers of the company were about to leave work, they received an international long-distance number with no specific attribution location on their external office numbers.

Because it was precious metals, the operator turned the call to the secretary. She was very familiar with China's English accent and knew the other part was from China. In the words of the secretary, this person was fluent in English and had a good oral attitude. He was a very educated person.

Over the phone, the Chinese man, whom she could not know his exact age, asked about the precious metals market in Thailand. He said he owned a precious metals factory, but now the factory is unprofitable and he wanted to transfer a lot of precious metals because he still had a lot of foreign debt, the owner of the factory wanted to sell the precious metals quietly, so that the creditor would not know that he still has enough money to pay off the debt. Therefore, the boss said the price maybe 15% lower than the market in China.

The secretary did not understand the English word rhodium metal, but she understood it well below the Chinese market price. It's still precious metals, and the 15% price is very attractive, so she told them to call them when the boss comes back tomorrow.

"Did you tell them I went to China?"

Ba Sucha's gaze burst with emotion the secretary had never seen before.

With this kind of emotion, the secretary immediately realized the importance of the question when he shoved her a little; it seemed that if she did not answer well, she would lose her job from now on.

"Boss, how could I reveal your whereabouts by chance?" So as not to speak to you yet, go see the big boss. I said you weren't there, and they hung up the phone without asking for more."

Then the scene that the secretary had always dreamed of about it and couldn't believe it was going to appear, because she loved the boss, was finally appeared in the Iron Road style, and she was ecstatic. When he made her lifted her face and gave her a hard kiss.

"Go, go, go!"

Ba Sucha vigorously slapped the front seat, forcing his younger brother to return to the company immediately, and during the three-hour drive on the road, Ba Sucha made no less than ten phone calls to the company and asked them to prepare recording equipment as quickly as possible, to ensure that every phone is open and every phone is in service and that every call is recorded throughout, and whoever dares to miss a call telephone will not be able to receive a salary for the rest of his life, and will not be able to resign, and for anything done beautifully rewards at pleasure.

At three in the afternoon local time, a Mercedes-Benz all-terrain vehicle burst into the company gate. Ba Sucha rushed into the business in a hurry, unable to take a bite of the meal. At 3:30 p.m., he organized all his work with nervousness and order, sitting at the reception desk, waiting for the call to arrive.

The previous phone number has been verified by the phone service in Bangkok. It was an international Internet telephone company. He wanted to get more detailed information about this call, but he didn't have this technology and it was impossible to find anything. The call was at five o'clock, and there was a time difference between Thailand and China, meaning the person called at four o'clock in China.

At this point, Ba Sucha deliberately invited two golden Buddhas to his office, then continued to ask the golden Buddha to appear.

Yesterday, the operator was also replaced by a competent trustworthy man, as Ba Sucha feared that his psychological quality was sufficient. This trusted man was a born drama school, and Ba Sucha often pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger, and this trusted man played an important role.

In the office, there were only three people left; Ba Sucha, his trusted man, and his secretary.

When the first call rang, Ba Sucha almost felt his heart fly. It's a shame that this call did not come from China, and the other side spoke purely.

The second call…

The third call…

Ba Sucha's phone rang dozens of times, and he went from very nervous, calm, numb, cursing, then scolding his mother. Time passed slowly, and just as the pointer pointed to five o'clock the phone rang again. On the caller ID, a long list of phone numbers very similar to yesterday's number displayed impressively. By this time he was so nervous, he couldn't breathe, and he glanced firmly at his trusted man to answer the phone. The phone rang five times, and the trusted man grabbed the phone and casually said hello.

"Sawa Dika."

The other side took a deep breath and gave him a relieved look.

"Hello."

The other party replied in English: "I called yesterday. I am the boss of China Jinhu Metal Company. Your boss secretary asked me to call you back today."

"I see."

The tone of voice of the right man was somewhat impatient, waited seven or eight seconds before slowly saying: "I'll get his number in the notepad, you wait a moment."

This time, the wait caused Ba Sucha's heart rate to rise to 120, lest the other party impatiently hangs up the phone.

Finally, the trusted man who pretended to leaf through the notepad picked up the phone and answered in crappy English: "I found the number. I'll transfer the call to our boss's office."

"Okay." The other party's tone remained unchanged and seemed very patient.

The trusted man pressed the transfer button, and the busy tone will reappear on the phone side. The trusted man quickly got up and ran towards Ba Sucha.

"Bosses don't be nervous when you get that mice calling for a fortune on weekdays."

This is the most important task the trusted man explained. Ba Sucha naturally understood how he should act. After taking two deep breaths, he adjusted his mood and picked up the phone.

"Hello, I am Ba Sucha."

"Hello Mr. Sucha, I am Zhang Ming, the boss of China Jinhu Metal Company. Excuse me, your secretary; did you report yesterday's events?" The tone was still calm.

Ba Sucha let out a sigh and said casually: "She told me, you have precious metals that can be sold cheaply. Gold or Platinum? We don't want Silver."

"The Rhodium metal and your secretary may not have understood the word. Your business must be interested in this metal, right?"

"Yo ~ intelligence work is good. In fact, our Linpu Precision Instrument Company is discussing the plan to feed on Rhodium Metal. If you are less than ten kilograms, don't waste my time. I'm uninterested in dealing with poor people." Ba Sucha stepped into the role at that point, and his tone became calmer and calmer.

"Forty kilograms."

"Haha ~ this is what we call good speaking." Ba Sucha laughed: "The pricing right is mine. You only have the right to choose the type of transaction."

"A formal transaction, a transaction that doesn't ask who you are."

"Which one do you want?"

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