Great Son-in-law Like a God
Brain drain
“OK, then you can sign an agreement with Miss Jasmin!” Alex waved his hand, “Do not slap again, there are so many people around, ngak nice to see.”
Indeed, there were at least 50 to 60 people circling the place to watch this scene.
Asman quickly got up, despite his bruises and swollen face, he rushed over to Jasmin and immediately re-signed the agreement.
Finally, within 25 minutes, Asman signed an agreement with PT. Atish and immediately report to Mr. Chiko. After listening to his report, Mr. Chiko did not raise any objections and promised not to fire Asman.
Asman was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, but still he did not understand: On the one hand, how could Pak Chiko know the situation in Medan city? Did anyone report to Mr Chiko? There seems to be a spy around? On the other hand, even though Mr. Chiko knew about the situation here, he also should not force himself to cooperate with PT. Atish! Is there a special relationship between Mr. Chiko and the person in charge of PT. The atish?
Another company responsible for supplying steel is the marketing director of PT. The Steel field called Mail. This guy and Bernard were friends back in college. He executed Bernard's orders with just one phone call.
After all, Mail could be in position right now over the influence of the Mahari family.
Usually Bernard also colluded with him to resell a lot of steel PT. Medan Steel, and get a lot of illegal profits from it.
PT. Medan Steel is a state-owned steel company, not a private company.
Alex asks Jasmin to do everything possible to thoroughly investigate all of the Mail's information, and attempts to investigate the Mail scandal as a child.
At the same time, Alex also used the Black Bear Gang's intelligence power, which he got not only knowing clearly the situation of Medan Steel, but also getting some information about the Mail.
“Wah! Properties in Mr Mail's name are all over the world! There are 108 sets in total? Oh God!" Alex sighed as he looked at the numbers.
He immediately deployed some secret forces in other areas to personally explore those large houses for firsthand information.
At the same time, he also had Jasmin send someone to investigate some Mail properties in Medan to find out his specific situation.
"She's a model, her name is Cecilia, a woman, 27 years old. He knew Mail 5 years ago and became Mail's mistress. Mail bought him a house in Medan for 13 billion."
"She is a nurse, her name is Zoey, female, 25 years old, graduated from Medan city University. He got to know and was made a mistress by Mail 3 years ago. The house he lived in was worth over 100 billion."
"For this one named Sonia, female, 33 years old, she employees PT. Medan Steel, has a husband and a son. He also had a secret relationship with Mail and managed some illegal income for Mail."
Alex waved his hand, "Already, don't introduce me again. We'll see Mr. Mail soon."
"Marketing director of a state-owned company! I guess for a lifetime there's no way he could pay off the bills of a house in Medan with just that salary!"
“That's him. He has hundreds of properties. I really didn't think how he did it.” Jasmin said with a sigh.
Alex sighed, "It's worth it that this company suffers losses every year, apparently inside it is full of such corruptors!"
"Then, we're like this ..." Alex advised.
Mail is visiting the mall with the nurse, Zoey, at this point. Suddenly he received a call from Jasmin. He came to a quiet place to answer the call, "Hello? Who'sis this?"
Jasmin pressed his throat and said in a flirtatious voice, "Hello, Mr Mail, don't you know me? This is Jasmin from PT. Atish. I've booked the place tonight and I'm waiting for you."
“Where?” Mail had indeed met Jasmin, and firmly rejected Jasmin, and said he would not supply a ton of steel to PT. Atish!
Now with such an action, obviously Jasmin is already ‘think’! Mail's heart was itchy as soon as he thought of Jasmin's charm, he was already impatient.
“Hotel Royal room number 2. I've prepared a banquet for you nih.” Jasmin's voice was soft, and it sounded amused, even he himself had goosebumps hearing it.
“OK, I'll be there soon.” Mail was impatient, he hurriedly said goodbye to Zoey by saying there was important business in the company, then went alone to the Royal Hotel.
Room number 2 must be booked in advance in advance. Mail knows quite well with high-end hotels like Hotel Royal. After rushing in, he immediately headed for the room and opened the door.
But he suddenly felt that something had appeared behind the door and blocked the door.
“Welcome, Mr Mail.” Alex did not stand at all, he looked at Mail with a smile.
“Jasmin! What the fuck? Wanna say what you are? You don't want to use steel from us anymore huh?” Mail's expression turned grim, and shouted at Jasmin who was sitting next to Alex.
“Aduh duh, Mr Mail, do not rush dong. Come sit down first,” Jasmin said as she pointed to the chair in front of them.
Mail looked back at Hengky blocking the room door, then sat across from Alex and Jasmin, "Why are you guys? Say it!"
He gritted his teeth silently and looked at Jasmin unhappily, he thought to himself: You teased me earlier, but instead made a banquet like gini, you stupid woman. If I'm not happy, PT steel supply. Atish wouldn't have a ton!
Alex said flatly, "Sir Mail, let's have some tea first, we can talk slowly."
Mail said, "Who are you?"
"Alex, President Director of PT. Atish."
“You what?” Mail smiled confidently.
Alex said with great regret, "Sir Mail, I also know the rules. I'm planning to give this beautiful woman next to me to Mr. Mail, and also want to have a little chat with you."
Mail was overjoyed in his heart: Hehe, the new gini is right! This beautiful woman is indeed quality and it must taste good too.
Looking at Mail's perverted gaze, Jasmin glared at him fiercely, but in Mail's eyes, that gaze was precisely a flirtatious blink.
Alex sighed and said, "Hm, but after the investigation, I'm sorry! You see, I found that Mr. Mail had no shortage of women or money at all. It's really brain draining thinking about this, I'm a fool now. What am I supposed to do?"