Chapter 112 I Hope Mr. Bei Can Control Himself

"Go ahead and recruit people, we have enough money.

Bei Mu showed a smile that really needed to be hung up with street lights: "After all, money can buy everything."

【Ding! Bei Mu's character perfection is increased by 5%! 】

"Bah bang bang! It's amazing, it's amazing, Mr. Bei is really amazing."

A 1.9-meter-tall, handsome-looking man in a suit walked over while clapping his hands.

Dong Heng's face turned solemn, "Supervisor Song, you know that I will never do anything that violates human rights regulations, and I will recruit employees on a completely voluntary basis."

If you want to hang up a street light, just hang it up alone. Mr. Bei is enough. He is innocent.

Of course Song Shi knew this.

Bei Mu's position in the Alien Club is very special and he has great power. Dong Heng is just an ordinary department manager. How could he disobey Bei Mu's orders?

Although Ling Hanyu could sometimes manage Bei Mu, most of the time he just obeyed Bei Mu.

Ling Hanyu was the person Bei Mu saved from a world that was about to be destroyed by a strange invasion. She was more oriented towards Bei Mu. Without Bei Mu's rescue that day, there would be no Vice President Ling today. This is understandable.

Bei Mu raised his eyebrows, a little unhappy about Song Shi's appearance: "Why are you here so soon?"

Song Shi spread his hands: "Oh, I don't dare to delay for too long. Look, I've only been away for a short while, and President Bei dared to say such things without shame. Will the next step be to violate the human rights regulations? "

Song Shi stepped forward, his face extremely close to Bei Mu's, and smiled dangerously at Bei Mu's disgusted expression: "I hope Bei can restrain himself. You can make money, but you can't do anything wrong with it."

"What you did in the abandoned city last time, if the headquarters hadn't seen that you had made many contributions to the organization, you would have been released after more than two months."

"President Bei should take this as a warning."

Mr. Bei pushed him away and showed a sly expression: "Oh, I don't think what I did was wrong. Those people, living in an abandoned city, living in barbarism, ruins, and garbage, will sooner or later One day it will be hyena or weird food.”

"Maybe he will die in a corner somewhere, and his whole body will rot into bones and no one will find him."

"I let them eat delicious food that they had never eaten before, and stayed in luxurious private rooms that they could not even imagine. They fought for it and voluntarily became my slaves."

When the employees below heard Bei Mu's words, they felt directly what kind of person the new head of the sales department was.

Bei Mu's originally frivolous exterior was torn apart, revealing his cold-blooded nature.

Everyone was suddenly frightened and did not dare to speak loudly. They were whispering among themselves, but the people below who kept making small movements suddenly stood upright.

"This is too scary. Are you the kind of person who would take out a whip and whip someone behind when they see an employee who is not working seriously?"

"It's okay. As long as he gives you enough money, I can lick his shoes every day."

"Hiss, do you really have no shame and dignity?"

"Dignity, how much is dignity worth? If licking your boss's shoes every day can earn you an income of hundreds of thousands a month, believe me, there will be a lot of people rushing to do this job."

"Although I know you are joking, why can't I laugh suddenly?"

"Come on, our company's benefits are good enough in China. If you look in China, how many people with this kind of working hours and positions can reach our salary?"

The employees were chattering underneath.

The atmosphere between Bei Mu and Song Shi was not very friendly.

The arrival of fellow supervisor Ji Wu broke the tense confrontation between them.

"Song Shi, long time no see."

Ji Wu and Song Shi have a good relationship, or in other words, the relationship between their supervisors is very good.

Although they get together less often and stay apart more often, they will get together occasionally and complain and complain to their heart's content about how difficult it is to lead the Pact Master they supervise.

Song Shi's expression was obviously relaxed, "Hey, Ji Wu, it's been a long time since we last seen each other. How are you doing here?"

"It's not bad. I was a little busy in the early days. That little bastard has been calm recently and hasn't caused me any trouble."

Song Shi pointed at Bei Mu, who was leaning back on the chair as if he had no bones, "This is really a headache for me. If you leave for a while, you will find trouble for me."

"President Bei?" Ji Wu thought about this person's style and looked at him very wisely without saying any comments.

How to put it, it's hard to comment.

A Contractor who deserves supervision, no matter how normal he looks, the things he has done in the past, the sealed files, and the words circulating within the organization also prove to everyone that they deserve it. of.

Ji Wu and Song Shi reminisced about old times, and seeing that he was still at work, they could only make an appointment to talk next time, and then Ji Wu said hello to Bei Mu again.

"President Bei."

Bei Mu raised his chin as a response to him. Since he was supervised, Song Shi was assigned to be an overly serious supervisor, so he didn't have a good look towards the people who supervised this department.

Ji Wu was used to the weird personalities of these conspirators, so he returned to his office after saying hello.

It just so happened that the meeting was over now, and other employees returned to their positions and continued working.

Zhao Hun and others followed Ji Wu into Ji Wu's office.

They were familiar with Ji Wu and knew that he would not care too much, so they were less restrained. After entering, they sat on the sofa. They were all curious about the new person in charge.

Zhao Hun: "Brother Zhang."

Zhao Hun winked at Zhang Lin, indicating that he should ask Ji Wu about Beimu.

Although Zhang Lin had been in Yigui Company for a short time, he had already adapted to life here because he was good at fighting and could use firearms.

Several newcomers liked to ask him for advice, so they got along well. Even Jiang Tianzong, who had the worst temper, was a little friendlier to him than others.

Zhang Lin saw that although the others did not say anything, they were obviously curious in their eyes.

Zhang Lin glanced at Ji Wu and saw that he was not busy, so he hurriedly asked: "Supervisor Ji, do you know the person in charge of Bei? What kind of person is he?"

Ji Wu did not hide: "Beimu? He is the God of Wealth of our Yigui Society. He once earned nearly 80% of the wealth of the entire organization by himself."

Others showed surprised expressions.

"Eighty percent? Isn't that too exaggerated?"

Jiang Tianzong was more shocked than them, because compared to these newcomers who had just joined a few days ago, he could better understand how powerful the Yiguihui was.

It was definitely a giant with huge assets.