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"Akater, what do you mean!"

"Sneak into my workshop secretly, pretend to be my employee, and look at our orders, don't you feel shameless?!"

Mr. Hardy slapped the table, and the pen holder on it fell to the ground, and the pencil ruler was scattered all over the ground, which was quite scary in its momentum.

……

Eve was sitting on the sofa in the reception room, Red was standing beside them, and they were brought here together.Anyway, Yves and Mr. Hardy are both capable people in the coffin industry, and they can save face with each other, so they didn't get rough, and Reid didn't insert a steel rod into anyone's core. They were very low-key.

"Mr. Hardy, I don't like hearing you talk like that."

"When it comes to being shameless, everyone is pretty much the same." Ive leaned against the back of the sofa, not restrained at all, showing a black and arrogant silhouette. He has had the thrilling experience of being invited to 'drink tea' many times by Mr. Li Min , The immediate situation is still HOLD.Since Mr. Hardy can take him to the reception room instead of stuffing him into a sack, it proves that Mr. J may tolerate him a little better than those pure capitalists.

"I admit that it is really impolite to disturb you hastily, but in my impression, you are not very friendly to my 'Hot Kiss' brand. When I am in a disadvantageous situation, you guys from the 'Customized Coffin Committee' take the quality The inspection report made a fuss, slandering our coffin industry, and you were so excited that you jumped up and down, performing harder than the troublemakers hired by money."

"You!" Mr. Hardy pointed his sharp nails at Yves' forehead, but he didn't know how to refute, he did do that kind of thing.

Ive sarcastically mercilessly: "What am I? According to the influence on the coffin industry, you should respect me; compared to age, Mr. Hardy just looks a little older, we are not much different, maybe it is me Bigger."

"Akat! Watch your words! This is my Mr.J's territory!"

Mr. Hardy's violent temper has come up. He and Yves dabble in a different field of coffins, and he doesn't have many personal relationships. In my impression, Yves is still a handsome gentleman with good taste. I didn't expect him to be such a nasty guy!

"Get out! I don't welcome coffins! You guys are making junk for money!" He issued an order to evict guests, his teeth and nails stretched out, his eyes turned blood red, and he was ready to fuck at any time one.

"Sir, your words are against the coffin industry! Every data of our coffins is in line with the imperial certification!" Ive retorted, and then said coldly, "As we all know, with the rise of commercialization, advanced customization has It is no longer the mainstream. Coffins have already fallen into the world and become practical tools and fashionable consumer goods that increase the value of products. Mr. Hardy has been in the market for so long, and he has long known that the future will be the world of finished coffins. "

Mr. Hardy's eyes were about to burst into flames, and his face was full of anger and disdain. He said sharply: "Akat, you finally showed your treacherous tail. Didn't you just come to find out the news? Take the opportunity to devour us!"

"You're really flattering yourself, we're going to live like a 'hot kiss' without anyone else, and what about you? How long are you going to pretend to be confused?" Yves rushed back unceremoniously.

……

The atmosphere seems to have changed to Siberia, where the battle is imminent. Mr. Hardy is a strong vampire. The blood clan fights are different from the rules of the human world. They are not so orderly. Reid has already approached Ive's side.

The anxious atmosphere was broken by the sound of pushing the door, and Mr. Hardy's assistant rushed in, dancing excitedly regardless of the presence of people in the room.

"It's terrible! Mr. Hardy, it's terrible!" He was right with the spring clown in the surprise box, dangling around in front of the desk, which eased the tension just now and developed in a funny direction .

"Ahem, what are you doing!" Mr. Hardy yelled, and the subordinate said yes to a joker, "Be careful! Don't you see what I'm talking about!"

"I can't be calm anymore!" The subordinates screamed, "'Blood Blood Tycoon' wants to try our products! They say it's their family's anniversary, and they need a lot of coffin gifts."

"What!" Mr. Hardy stood up, ignoring Yves' presence. He also knew a thing or two about the "cow blood tycoon" mentioned, and he was one of the few customers who were more in line with their "mid-end" positioning. I can't fly anymore, so I hurriedly asked, "Then show them the samples!"

"We want to show him too...but..."

"What's the matter?"

The subordinate replied tremblingly: "He secretly reserved a coffin with us before, but we haven't finished it yet, and now he wants to see the progress of the production in advance..."

"What? He ordered a coffin? Why didn't I know!" Mr. Hardy was stunned.

"He didn't use his real name, and we didn't know he was a big client..."

Ive was listening on the sidelines. As he expected, he saw an order in the workshop signed by the pseudonym of 'Bull Blood Tycoon'. Presumably the tycoon wanted to test their level, but they really sent an apprentice to fool them. How should I put it, I picked up the coffin and hit my own foot.

Mr. Hardy has completely turned into a grasshopper on a hot pot. This is a life-saving order. He looked at the semi-finished products made by the apprentices and was in despair. It was only at the third-rate and fourth-rate level. It is not shameful enough to take them out!But now Mr.J needs that order too much, it is already the key to the company's survival.

"Mr. Hardy..." The assistant didn't care about Ive's presence anymore, he whispered, "Why don't you go and beg someone... Maybe the tycoon can give us the order because of your face..."

"..."

Mr. Hardy's complexion suddenly changed. Being forced to this point, it's not that he can't accept the matter of begging others. It's because Ive saw their real embarrassment that made Mr. Hardy's heart throbbing. They are all colleagues in the coffin industry, some are flourishing, while others are dying.

"Mr. Hardy... Everyone hasn't been paid for two months... I'm afraid I won't be able to survive next month..." Compared with having no money to support the family, and his assistant not caring about face, he reminded Mr. Hardy.

"I see, I'll go talk to them..." Just as Mr. Hardy was about to speak out, Ive's voice overwhelmed their sighs, and he raised his voice to talk to Mr. Hardy's assistant.

"Just now I had a small test with your coffin maker in the workshop. My coffin board was made according to the order. Since the tycoon wants to see it, I can show him a semi-finished product. You should know what to say, right?"

Although there is only one coffin board made by Ive in the competition, it reflects the essence of the design, and he thinks it is worth trying.

Mr. Hardy was at a loss for words, and his assistants did not dare to act rashly without the boss's consent. Seeing their conflicted appearance, Ive snorted, "Why are you still standing there! Your boss is stubborn, so you will be buried with him!"

Upon hearing this, the assistant gritted his teeth and ran out, followed by Mr. Hardy.

In the reception room, only Yves and Red were left. They looked at each other. Yves was thirsty, but found that he didn't even have a glass of soda, so he cursed secretly.

Reid took the time to visit the reception room. The walls are full of coffin works displayed by the company over the years. He doesn't know much about the coffin industry, but he can see that Mr. J in the glory days is quite dazzling.

"Are you going to use this as an opportunity to swallow them?"

Eve picked up the pencil from the ground and fiddled with it in his hand, "Who knows, it depends on your mood."

After a while, Mr. Hardy and his assistant came back, and as expected, their expressions and attitudes became more complicated.

Yves has already guessed the result. It is likely that the coffin boards he made have been fooled, and the tycoon bought it. Maybe they will make the order for them. So now Mr. Hardy hates Ives, but he is also entangled. Lethal.

They stood at the door and did not seem to chase Ive away. Mr. Hardy's face was blue and blue, which was the same as the second-level poison of the empire.

"It's really thanks to Mr. Akat for coming forward to help! Your coffin-making skills have reached perfection. The other party liked it very much after seeing it, and immediately placed an order."

"Oh, as long as the customer likes it, it's our designer's honor." Ive's humility seemed to be serious, which made the other party even more embarrassed to speak.

The assistant's anger sank to his dantian. Anyway, he was going all out. Not getting paid for two months is already the limit of a vampire's patience!Regardless of Mr. Hardy's emotions, he spoke directly.

"Mr. Akat, since you have made a move, please help to the end!"

"It's a life-and-death moment for our company... The order this time is huge and urgent... It's difficult for us to complete it..."

Before they came to see Ive, Mr.J held a short meeting. Everyone gave Mr. Hardy a final bottom-line warning. If the order is yellow, they will not be able to accompany them, so Mr. Hardy's face is so pale It's ugly, he has been supporting the company all the time, hoping to revive its glory, but the process of commercialization is not suitable for their mid-range existence. It's not that he doesn't know it, but he is holding on to a dream and is unwilling to let go.

Now that he is asked to bow his head to Yves, the leader in the coffin industry, his self-esteem refuses, but he has no choice.

"Mr. Arkart," he said, as if reading a funeral eulogy.

"I thought, for the sake of my company, I'd like to talk to you."

He finally took a step, he thought this was the result Ive would like to see the most, he gave in, he finally gave in.

……

"Mr. Hardy, what are we talking about?"

As soon as Ive opened his mouth, everyone was dumbfounded, including Reid. He looked at Ive in surprise. Isn't this the best time to take the opportunity to negotiate terms?

Eve crossed his arms, and he glanced at Mr Hardy with disinterest.

"I'm not interested in Mr.J now, and I don't think of you either."

"Sorry, I can't help you much."

"Mr. Akat! Now we have no one left. The order is so urgent, and the customer is very satisfied with your ideas. I really need you to check it out. Please, help us!" the assistant begged with tears in his eyes.

Eve walked out the door as if he didn't hear it, leaving only one sentence.

"Externally, you can stand up to make money, but internally, Mr. Hardy's legs should not be so straight."