My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

Hideji Kitahara sent the large radish head and the pile of folders to the special identification section of the audit department—although it sounds weird, but even with this name, Hideji Kitahara was a little confused when he looked at the nameplate on the big glass door. I thought I had traveled to the Tokyo Metropolitan Metropolitan Police Department by taking the freight elevator.

This name feels like a place where forensic doctors fight corpses!

The special identification class monopolizes a large office. Looking at the small cubicle, there are probably fifty or sixty employees working here, but there are not many people staying in the office right now. It feels like a depression before bankruptcy and liquidation. The big radish head walked straight to a desk at the front of the cubicle and sat down, continuing to check the form.

Kitahara Hideji was not in a hurry to leave, he was looking interestingly at the information in his hand.

This factory has a large number of foreign orders, and we can faintly see the traces of Japan's industrial restructuring-Japan is trying to become the world's largest supplier of precision parts.

Due to various reasons such as lack of resources, high labor costs, and being beaten by the United States, Japan's manufacturing industry is weakening day by day. Companies such as NEC, Sony, Toshiba, and Panasonic have put computers, TVs, mobile phones, air conditioners, etc. The entire production line was sold, and it looked like it was broken, but in fact their parts production did not stop, and they even continued to expand production, gradually occupying the market.

For example, Sony has sold off the computer industry, the TV industry, and the mobile phone industry. It feels that there are not many brands, but its electronic components are selling hot secretly. Sensors alone account for more than 70% of the global market. In the market, other parts and components also occupy a considerable proportion, and the income is still substantial, which has achieved the effect of cost reduction and profit increase.

For example, the Japanese automobile manufacturing industry has also begun to reduce the sale of complete vehicles and instead provide large-scale parts to the market. Even many German cars are using Japanese overall parts-the parts are huge profits.

For example, in China’s mobile phone industry, many components come from Japan, and they all have mobile phone research institutes in Japan—this is normal, and there is nothing to blame. The global economy is integrated, and the division of labor is different in countries around the world.

The big manufacturing country is making money all over the world, and Japan is making money with the big manufacturing country with parts and components. Both are prosperous and all are hurt. It can be regarded as adapting to the changes in the world economic environment and independently finding its position in the overall situation of the world economy. Kitahara Hideji thinks this kind of thinking is very interesting, and it can be regarded as a model of survival of the fittest, and the information he has at hand shows this kind of situation faintly. The customers of this factory are all over Japan, and the furthest is even in Northern Europe.

Judging from the information provided by this factory, this factory is really thriving and has high-quality customers who are full of real money. However, judging from the other collected information, there is a problem-it seems that the production capacity of many customers cannot be used. Are there many spare parts piled up in the warehouse for waste?

The whole world is pursuing zero inventory and occupying as little liquidity as possible. As far as its customers are concerned, do you want to go against the general trend?

Hideji Kitahara waved a large pen with great interest, making comparisons from various aspects, circled the areas that he thought were problematic, and then reluctantly put down the folder—this is what you should look at when you come to a bank for an internship , expanded thinking, broadened horizons, much better than pressing paper cakes.

Seeing that the big carrot head was busy, he pushed the cart away without saying hello, and continued to collect his "waste paper", while the big carrot head flipped through the materials casually, and touched the one that Hideji Kitahara had just put down. That one, I was satisfied with the first few pages. Some doubtful numbers were circled. She just had to check the calculation again, but when I turned to the back, I found that many of the written materials collected on the Internet were completely unrecognizable, and I also had doubts. I also marked the place and wrote a short comment...

She froze for a moment, flipped through the pages, fiddled with the computer for a while, and finally called out, "Yoko, come here!"

Immediately, a short-haired female white-collar worker jumped out of the office, and asked respectfully, "Commissioner Niwa, what do you have..."

"Where was that person just now?"

"What just now..."

"Is that the young man who was pushing a flatbed cart just now and looked like a man?"

"What are you talking about..."

"What does the guy in the blue overalls do at this bank?"

The short-haired white-collar woman couldn't finish her speech, and she choked several times, only feeling tight in her chest. After waiting for a while, seeing the impolite woman just looking at her, she carefully replied, "Are you wearing blue overalls? Wearing blue overalls." There are many people, such as cleaning people..."

"Go and ask!"

The short-haired female white-collar worker looked aggrieved. That's not the way to talk. It's you who say what I say. You don't even let others finish talking? Can you have a little social courtesy?

But she only dared to scold in her stomach, she didn't dare to complain, she bowed her head powerlessly and said, "Yes, I'll ask right away..."

"Go!"

The short-haired female white-collar worker felt that her lifespan was -10 on the spot, but she had to go. She didn't know what was going on, so she could only go out and inquire about a "human-looking young man in blue overalls, pushing a flatbed cart", and came back soon to report: "It seems that the sending and receiving class sent to collect materials for destruction. employees."

"Notify him to come over!"

"Ah, I don't have his contact information, do you want to contact the sending and receiving class..."

"Forget it, take me to find him directly!" The big radish head got up and left, striding like a meteor, making a thumping sound, making one think that sparks would splash out from under the pointed heels at any time, as if he had been nailed with iron palms, And the short-haired white-collar woman's voice was sweet for a while, but she could only trot along behind with a bitter face, trying to rush to the front to help press the elevator. What a pity, how could I serve such a guy!

Soon the two of them arrived at the second floor of the basement, and went directly to the shredding room. The short-haired white-collar worker was about to lose her running shoes and was panting, but the large carrot head opened the door and found Kitahara Hideji with just a glance. Said: "Hey, come here!"

Her voice was so sharp that even the noise of the paper shredder was forcibly suppressed, everyone including Kitahara Hideji looked at her, but she kept a cold face and didn't look at others, just walking towards Kitahara Hideji Waving: "You, it's you, come here!"

Kitahara Hideji was a little puzzled, but he still reached out to turn off the machine, intending to check what was going on. It’s just that I just turned off the shredder, and when I turned around, I found that the big carrot head had already run in front of my eyes—this is really impatient, and I have the courage to go to see Shan if Shan doesn’t come to see me.

The large radish head didn't talk nonsense, held the information in front of Kitahara Hideji, and asked directly: "Do you know Malay?"

"Huh? I know a little bit, but..." Hideji Kitahara took a look, and saw that it was a page in the document he circled just now, which contained a lot of non-Japanese content. There is—or that the contract fabricated by the factory is all over the world, so the language in the information found is also messy.

In the past, he used to learn a lot of small languages ​​in order to improve his intelligence attribute points. He basically didn’t care about getting one or two points of intelligence at LV5. Feeling that the meaning was pretty clear, so I casually circled the place where I felt there was a problem, but I didn't expect to be found by someone.

"Can you speak Dai and Korean?"

"Not very proficient, just barely..."

"And Russian, French, German?"

"I dare not say yes, but..."

"Okay, you don't need to talk about it!" The big radish head tilted his head and glanced at the machine behind Hideji Kitahara, his eyes were slightly bright, he bent down and touched the corner of the machine with his hand, and looked at the dust on his fingertips. No, I am more satisfied: "He is a serious and careful person, not bad!"

Kitahara Hideji raised his eyebrows, not understanding what she was trying to do, and hurriedly asked: "Madam, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the big carrot: "Follow me, I am short of manpower now, you are just right!"

Proficient in mental arithmetic, quick thinking, multilingual, careful and conscientious, she is a good candidate to be an assistant, and she is indeed satisfied-she is currently alone, and she only hopes that there are more capable people.

Kitahara Hideji considers himself a very well-mannered person, but at this moment, he also feels a puff of breath in his chest, and really wants to punch this woman on the nose——you still want to keep people from talking? I still think you look like Dongmei. If Dongmei dares to become like you in the future, I must grab her radish tassels!

The big radish head turned around and walked straight away. After walking two steps, he found that Kitahara Hideji stayed where he was, and asked with a frown, "What are you waiting for? The task is very tight. Hurry up and get into work..."

Hideji Kitahara interrupted in the middle of her speech: "I was assigned here, and I cannot leave without authorization."

It was only at this moment that Inoue Yucai had a chance to intervene, and asked politely, "Madam, what is your business with Kitahara?" He was a second-class citizen in the Eastern Union.

The big radish head glanced at Yuu Inoue, ignored him, and said to the short-haired white-collar worker behind him, "Yoko, put me through the phone of the head of the sending and receiving section."

"yes!"

Soon the phone was handed over to the big radish, and she said straight to the point: "I am Arika Niwa, special behavior investigation commissioner of the Financial Services Agency. I want to recruit an assistant from you. Please cooperate!"

Then she handed the phone to Inoue, and Inoue didn't understand why he took it and listened to it, and immediately explained: "It's my class leader, yes, yes, no, there is no impoliteness, but Beiyuan is here... ...yes, yes, I see, but ... yes, yes, as you ordered."

He returned the phone and said helplessly to Hideji Kitahara, "Beihara, you have been temporarily seconded to work with Commissioner Niwa."

Niwa Arika turned around and left, saying, "Follow!"

Hideji Kitahara smacked his lips, did he change hands again? After working here for less than three days, you are going to the new department again? But he has no objection, in fact, if Niu Yu is not so arrogant and impatient, he is quite willing to follow her as an assistant for two days to open his eyes.

He waved goodbye to Inoue's group of six, followed Niwa and left, while that Yoko followed him, nodding slightly: "I'm Yoko Takemura, please take care of me in the future."

Kitahara Hideji also responded in a low voice: "Hello Senior Takemura, I'm Kitahara Hideji, please give me more advice in the future."

The two got into the freight elevator together as soon as they knew each other. The smell here is very strong, and it makes people feel slightly dizzy when running, but this is what Niwa wants to sit on. This can go straight up to the forty-second floor, without having to stop every two or three floors, but this is against the regulations, but she No matter, it's very horizontal.

Niwa looked at the floor number, stretched out his hand and kept pressing the button on the forty-second floor, still giving people a sense of impatience that she had advanced menopause, while Kitahara Hideji only felt that this "new leader" might be difficult to serve, maybe It seemed like he was about to rush to do anything, but suddenly he found that Yoko was holding his hand gently.

He looked at it in surprise, but Yoko didn't look sideways, just pulled his hand back, and then wrote a sentence in his hand: She is from the government, be careful.