This order was so timely.

Military orders have always been profitable, which is well known to the industry. Moreover, all the goods produced are handed over to the military for escorting, which directly saves the link that Old Norman is most worried about. Moreover, the Turnbull family is now seriously lacking in funds, and the benefits generated by this order are enough to last for a long time, and it can even bring the entire family out of the trough and bring back to life.

Zhao Yi sat quietly without saying a word, but just looked at the moving old Norman with a calm expression. After returning to normal from a slightly distracted trance state, the old patriarch of the Turnbull family was also carefully observing the young man in front of him. Time, minute by minute by second passed, Old Norman suddenly felt a little annoyed and a little regretful. His previous attitude was too arrogant. But who could know that this seemingly inconspicuous guy would throw out something of such a rich value casually?

"May I ask...well, I mean... sorry, I think there may be some misunderstandings between us...that...what is your name?"

After changing five or six opening remarks in a row, Old Norman finally said the problem with a slightly red face.

It sounds ridiculous. Until now, he didn't know the name of the second shareholder. He was always angry, thinking that the other party was using disgrace to seize the foundation of his family. However, he did not think at that time that he had to lower his head, lower his posture, and discuss with the other party with kindness.

"Okay! I think, can you talk about profit distribution now?"

Zhao Yi no longer got entangled in the details and said bluntly: "We are partners now, and this order can be handed over to the Turnbull family to complete. However, in terms of income, I will account for 65%.

"This is impossible———"

Old Norman felt his heart fall from the high clouds, and the blood flow that had just slowed down suddenly accelerated: "You are just the second shareholder, and the shares you hold are only 37%..."

"I just want so much. There is no room for negotiation on this issue———"

Zhao Yi's tone suddenly became tough. He held the table with both hands, looked up at the front half and said, "It was the order I got. If you are unwilling to accept this distribution condition, I can find another clothing company to cooperate with. Of course, whether to refuse or not is your freedom————"

Old Norman's face turned pale and his hands were trembling involuntarily. He wanted to explode, but his subconscious mind suppressed the physiological flame that could break through the limit at any time.

"You have five minutes to consider. I said you can refuse. But don't forget -- since I can get the first military order, I will naturally get the second, the third... or even more."

Zhao Yi's voice was very light, but full of unignorable weight.

......

Half an hour later, he had already walked out of the room with a business agreement covered with the Turnbull family badge. Old Norman sat alone next to the table, his face full of depressed and dull. He suddenly felt that he was really old, no matter what he did, he had no interest or energy.

Sitting in the luxurious magnetic levitation car, Zhao Yi slowly untied his tie and let out a long sigh.

He originally wanted to create a "campaign" scene with Wesley at Turnbull Manor. He believed that for orders and stocks, Old Norman would never turn against him because of a young heir. He was likely to be extremely "generous" to take Wesley away and do whatever he wanted... In terms of family and individuality, Old Norman would never choose the former.

In the end, Zhao Yi did not do so.

For some reason, Zhao Yi hated this planet more and more.

No, not just here, but even the earth, including every immigrant planet, seems to be a rotten place of sin and filth.

From leaving the underground base and returning to the ground, he received only extremely little care. More, only conspiracy and evil, greed and cunning.

If it is not necessary to obtain the necessary material foundation from a civilized society, he may never leave ag64.

Perhaps, at some point in the future, it will become its eternal residence.

However, before this, he still needs to leave more hidden power in the civilized world.

......

The evening of autumn always comes earlier than in summer. The dusk becomes thicker and thicker, as if a person who is extremely afraid of the cold is trembling slightly in the cold wind.

In the center of the most prosperous city on the south of the planet FG11, there is a giant building more than 600 meters high. This huge tower with a triangular appearance seems to point directly to the artificial mountain range in the sky. Its surface is inlaid with black steel glass cladding, although it has a distinct Gothic style, but it is full of modern atmosphere.

Here is the headquarters of the Torch Mining Company.

On the top floor of the building, there is a spacious office. Except for the top president Yin Sen, anyone who enters without permission will be thrown directly from the roof of the building out of the window, and there is no chance to defend.

In the faint twilight that shot through the window, Yin Sen sat on a leather chair and stared at a photo in his hand for a long time. The old face with obvious traces of age was gradually revealed.

Since more than two months ago, the ore acquisition station set up on the planet AG64 has never sent any contact signals again. At first, Yin Sen thought it was a problem of cosmic storm or communication barrier. However, two backup contact teams were sent in succession, all of which disappeared completely in the depths of the universe like dead leaves.

If it were someone else who was stationed in ag64, Yin Sen wouldn't care at all. But Yin Zihao was his only son.

He asked the federal police for help. The reply he received was——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

As for the military... Yin Sen only received a brief reply letter - "According to investigation, on August 26, a large-scale armed fight between industrial civilians broke out in New Minsk. The "Torch" mining company and its subordinate employees all disappeared during the battle, and their whereabouts were unknown."

Of course, this reply was written by Zhao Yi. New Minsk has been operated as an iron barrel, and any suspicious outsiders will be killed on the spot as hostile forces. Because of this, several exploration engineering ships, spies, and contact personnel sent by Yin Sen in succession have not obtained any information from the target area. In the depths of the desert around New Minsk city, there are also some unrecognizable spacecraft wreckage, and human mummies dried up by the desert hot wind.

Yin Sen is very clear about the meaning of the word "missing". Especially on the ore planets where there is no law as a means of restraint, this actually means death.

He regrets it very much. No, it should be regrets.

If it weren't for the huge profits brought by the crystal particles, Yin Sen wouldn't let his son go to that damn planet. You know, even if it was a profit of tens of thousands of dollars, it would not be comparable to his relatives in his mind.

The corners of his eyes were a little wet, and the liquid rolling in his eyes blurred his vision. Yin Zihao's image in the photo also turned into an indistinguishable color.

"Help me find him... I must find my son back. Even if... it is a corpse."

This sentence is said to the person sitting on the other end of the table.

It was an extremely burly figure.

The extremely fat belly is tall and towering, almost filling all the available space on the body. It is completely connected to the waist, and there is no difference in front of the chest. There are two balls of heavy and crumbling cucumbers around the limbs, which are as thick as a bucket, completely erased the shape of joints and bones by dense fat. If it weren't for the five fingers that twisted flexibly like fat maggots at the end, I'm afraid no one would have imagined the real function of this body part.

At the top of this pile of lively meat mountains, there is a head carved randomly by a frown artist.

"Finding the man who killed my son. I'm willing to pay a full 100 million for him. But it's better to be alive. I'll cut off his head with my own hands and bury my son with my own hands———"

......

Waves of sand surged forward, like an invisible giant hand, lifting the desert layer after layer. Under the scorching sun, the Gobi Desert was like roasting on the stove, and the scorching heat waves swept every inch of land, making people breathless.

A group of people wearing gray-yellow desert camouflage lined up on the hot sand surface, leaving behind a piece of overlapping but regular footprints.

Continuous high-intensity training has completely changed the appearance of the civilians.

From the outside, they are no different from ordinary soldiers. Although their daily diet is made of gelatin, the rich nutrients contained in it are enough to maintain high-intensity consumption.

Citizens are the most suitable source of troops.

This is the result of unanimous determination within the Federal Army.

But Zhao Yi didn't think so.

No one has more say in civilians than him.

Whether in terms of ideology or physical fitness, citizens are indeed stronger than civilians. However, if we look at the scope of biology, civilians are actually far more aggressive than citizens.

They are half-starved for a long time and will rob them for a bite of food. This situation is simply unimaginable to the eyes of citizens with sufficient food and clothing.

If both citizens and civilians choose the profession of military personnel, the reason for the former may be to serve, or to have a high salary, or to obtain a good profession as a veteran. On the other hand, the reason for the latter is much simpler. There is only one reason - to survive.

It's like a lion living in a zoo with no worries about food and clothing, lazy lions, and a group of hungry wolves living in barren lands and even feeding for food. Although both are both aggressive (soldiers), in terms of ferociousness, the former is far from the opponent of the latter.

Cruel hunger torture is one of the most effective means to develop human potential.

This is exactly why Zhao Yi chose civilians to become garrison troops.

In addition, there is the most important point - these people are extremely loyal. In their opinion, Zhao Tian, ​​who provides food, is undoubtedly his savior. With the potential induction of thinking consciousness, his admiration for Zhao Yi has reached an extremely crazy level.

They were just the first experimental troops.

On this desolate planet full of sand and stone, there are thousands of industrial civilians. Outside ag64, in the vast universe, on various colonial planets discovered by humans, there are still hundreds of millions of their kind living.

......

The desert under the dark night no longer has the suffocating and hot feeling of daytime. After the sand that cannot store heat dissipates the high temperature that is steamed or roasted, it ushers in a sharp drop in temperature changes.

A few strange black shadows suddenly appeared on the sand dunes on the outer edge of the colonial base. They were carefully climbing over the hill pile, as if the red letters that were constantly stretching and contracting in the mouth of the poisonous snake, slowly approaching the target.

Soon, a dense shadow appeared behind them. Hundreds of heads gathered together covered the entire sand dune. Following the footsteps of the forwards, they quickly dispersed into groups of people, moving silently towards the base vault half buried in the center of the sand.

"Boom————————————————”

Suddenly, one after another, completely breaking the silence in the night. The dense flames reflected faces full of fear. The broken human limbs and scattered blood and flesh fell among the sand and gravel, and soon oozed, leaving only spots of black marks. (To be continued)
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