My American magical life-Chapter 790 - 36 Leader 3
San Rodolfo, Ganbi Building. πππ¦β―πΈπ¦ππππ·β―π.πππ
In a corner of the rooftop terrace, two workers were slacking off during work hours.
"Whatβs the situation now, a sheriff becoming the general manager of our West State Logistics, can he handle it?"
Slacker Number One, with a cigarette in hand, leaned against the railing over a hundred meters high, speaking with a sigh.
"I donβt know if he can handle it, but heβs really ruthless, he killed Cyrus, the leader of the Mexicans, right in a meeting."
The news from the upper company echelons always needed time to spread, the βinsider infoβ thrown out by Slacker Number Two was too shocking, causing his companion to feel confused.
"Sorry, were you joking just now?"
After taking a deep drag, he threw away the burned-out cigarette butt, Slacker Number One wore a mysterious and pretentious expression, continuing to fumble for another cigarette from the pack, but found it empty.
Slacker Number Two hurriedly lit one for him, who isnβt a slacker that loves to gossip?
"Sheriff Gru is quite well-known in San Rodolfo, he was the chief of LAPD, do you know LAPD?"
"Yeah, those Los Angeles cops in movies who are always late."
Slacker Number One glared at him, continuing to boast.
"LAPD is the largest local law enforcement agency in America, with over ten thousand people under its command, and Sheriff Gru was the most influential chief in LAPDβs history."
"The most influential? That sounds like a boast..."
"You donβt know anything, remember the ABC soccer case in front of their building, LAPD stood firm against Forbes agents going crazy after one of their own got killed, and took over the case authority, turning the cold case into a strong one within days.
If that were all, it wouldnβt be much, but later, Steven from Forbes California Office who was competing with Gru for the case was directly captured by LAPD, guess how Forbes responded?"
"How did they respond?"
"Not a peep! Forbes globally has over twenty thousand employees, LAPD in San Rodolfo has over ten thousand, guess why Forbes could swallow such a grievance?"
Slacker Number Two was surprised, his mouth agape, but he quickly caught on.
"So, Gru still got kicked out of his sheriff position, now heβs here at West State Logistics as general manager, looks impressive but like us, heβs also working for the capitalists."
That was a reasonable point, Slacker Number One remarked grudgingly.
"At least killing Cyrus was badass, Iβve long disliked those Mexicans, a bunch of lowlifes, just because they are numerous!"
In America, this was a topic you couldnβt even touch, Slacker Number Two hurriedly cautioned.
"You canβt just say things like that... But I wonder if the Mexican Gang would retaliate against Gru?"
"Dog eat dog, let them bite each other!"
"If the general manager is a dog, what does that make us..."
Slacker Number Two shook his head, muttering.
He could complain, but Slacker Number One didnβt like hearing it.
"You kid... Fak, a helicopter!"
The airflow from the helicopterβs rotor was so strong, even standing a dozen meters away, their hair was tousled, even the most expensive hair gel was shattered in that moment.
"A helicopter? Whoβs arrived?" Slacker Number Two enviously looked at the helicopter in the sky.
"Probably some bigwig staying at the hotel, we only rented four floors, the Ganbi Hotel in this building rented over a dozen floors, all luxurious rooms, the helipad on the roof is generally used by the hotelβs guests."
Slacker Number One was someone with insider information, having just moved from Missouri to work here a few days ago, he had already gathered various tidbits of news.
"Damn, when Iβm rich, Iβll commute by plane like them."
"Shabi, people who can afford to fly donβt need to work, get it?"
Slacker Number One mocked Slacker Number Two who dreamt of being an Emperor with golden spades, he gave his good brother a look, and they both quietly walked towards the helipad.
"What are we doing?"
"Letβs see who it is, maybe itβs a beautiful celebrity, maybe itβs Kim Kardashian."
"Heh, your taste is revolting."
"Damn, itβs him!"
"Who?"
"Gru, the person coming down from the plane is Gru!"
"Should we hide?"
"Hiding here is fine, but donβt look anymore, what if he finds out weβre slacking off..."
Just now, Slacker Number One was saying Gru and the Mexicans were like dogs fighting each other, now that this dog had arrived, he didnβt even dare to look.
One could say, Americans really have a sense of humor.
The two hid behind the power distribution room near the helipad, leaning against the wall, silently waiting for Gru to leave.
Actually Gru, who had been leading a gang for so many years, had a heart hardened by all sorts of trouble, not to mention slacking off, even if they blew up the company, Sheriff Gru would remain unfazed.
"...Too little, at least two hundred thousand, Chan, based on my experience, LAPDβs burden is still too light.
If I had two hundred thousand, God, I canβt even imagine what kind of good days those would be, hahaha."
The slacking duo listened in bewilderment, Slacker Number One thought it sounded like Gru speaking, but he wasnβt sure.
Moreover, who is Chan?
"Mr. Gru, you need to consider how to bring them in, judging by a hundred thousand, thatβs eight thousand per month on average, thatβs like transporting two thousand a week, this is already tough.
Itβs not our plan that limits the scale, but our transport capacity, I donβt oppose setting high goals, but solving the problem of expanding transport capacity is up to you."
"This also counts as expanding Niusenβs voter base, he will help us, by the way, if this operation succeeds, would this be the eighth factor of cooperation between Niusen and us?"
