Rebirth of India: Superior

Finally, I asked Pvobolova: "Lova, how did you go about the last time I asked you to find those classmates of yours? In the future, we can't always ask others for help for this kind of thing. We have to have a group of our own guards." Strength. ♦”

"Boss, we have started to contact them, but since they have not trained for a long time, they need some recovery time, and they also have to make arrangements at home, so it will take some time before they can come." At this point, Bivopolova hesitated again After a moment, he said: "Boss, didn't you ask them to do security work in the hotel last time? Do you still need them to be in charge of the pharmaceutical factory now?"

"It's like this. Due to some special reasons, our hotel will not be open to the public in the short term. Therefore, your classmates may need to be responsible for the order of the pharmaceutical factory for a while, but it will not be too long. There will be time to recruit more students. Please help train some well-qualified personnel. In the future, our industry will become bigger and bigger, and the security force we need will also be bigger and bigger," Shaklu explained slowly.

Pivobolova nodded and agreed: "Boss, don't worry, leave the training to us. This is our old profession, and we guarantee that we can train a group of excellent security teams for you."

While Shakru was arranging work with Murdy, Bavbolova and the others, a group of scammers who Murdy claimed were donating money to disadvantaged groups were discussing excitedly in the living room.

"This Pandit is finally back. It's been a hard time for me to wait. I come here to report every day, just like I'm working!" A fat man in simple clothes but with a fat face complained.

A guy next to him helped: "Who can say otherwise? We can't let him run away no matter what today. We have to squeeze more money from him. At least we have to make up for all our losses during this period."

"But do you think he can give us money so happily?" The fat man said a little worriedly.

The guy who was supporting him said with certainty: "It's definitely possible. This guy has a lot of money. Don't you know what his pharmaceutical factory produces? Well, it's the only business in the world. How can it not make money?" If he doesn't make money, he can give some money to the earthquake victims. A donation of 10 million rupees? What does this mean? This means that 10 million rupees is just a drop in the bucket for others. We don’t want more. One person only needs a few hundred thousand rupees. He can’t be stingy for such a small amount of money. Bad reputation?"

At this time, a middle-aged man whose temperament was incompatible with the others and who was full of righteousness retorted: "What are you talking about? What does it mean to exploit? We are giving love and helping disadvantaged groups. If others are willing to donate, it is It is your duty to be caring and not willing to donate. You cannot force others to donate, let alone use words like squeeze!"

The fat man who was refuted immediately became unhappy when he heard this: "Hey, eh, eh, don't be prude with me. There are no outsiders here. We are all peers. Everyone knows the rules in this industry. It's not about making money." Who bothers to pretend to be noble and righteous? You can pretend it when the Pandit comes. Don’t talk about it in front of our peers, do you hear me?”

Just as they were arguing, the door of the reception room was suddenly kicked open. A group of guys who were armed with rubber sticks and cigarettes in their mouths and who looked like they were not good people broke in. The leader was even more violent. With an arrogant face, he shouted as soon as he entered the door: "Please be honest and don't make any noise!"

Two unconvinced people just asked: "Who are you?" They were beaten hard. This kind of rubber stick is the most vicious beating. Basically, it is internal injuries, but it is not visible at all from the outside. After seeing how many injuries there were, there was someone holding the beaten person and advising him: "Are you stupid? Didn't you see clearly that they are all people under Ibrahim? The leader of the team is Mad Dog Paddick. All of their people are There is a life!”

Seeing that the hall became quiet, Mad Dog Paddick asked slowly: "Tell me, what do you do?"

The fat man from just now came over immediately and said cautiously: "Well, I am from the Disabled Children's Aid Society, and these are also members of the charity organization. We are here today to raise donations from Mr. Pandit, the boss of Ganges Pharmaceutical Factory. No." I know where I have misunderstood you gentlemen, if there is anything we did wrong, please correct me!”

Mad Dog Paddick snorted coldly and said: "Humph, is this a charity organization like yours? Are all the donations stolen by you? Otherwise, you would be as fat as a pig? Let me tell you, Sha, the boss here, Kru--Mr. Pandit is our boss Ibrahim Mr. Racine's good friend, you dare to hit him with your crooked brains, you are really desperate! Tell you, get away as far as you can from me again! , I’ll break your legs! Do you hear that?”

The fat man argued unwillingly: "You misunderstood. We are not here to catch the autumn wind. We are really here to raise funds for disabled children. If you don't believe me, there are more than a dozen disabled children kneeling outside."

Mad Dog Paddick was immediately furious. He walked up to the fat man, pointed at his nose and cursed: "You really force me to break up, don't you? They all hang out in New Delhi, who doesn't know who they are! Fat pig Kaho, what are you doing?" Are you forcing me to uncover your old bottom? It's the Rescue Society for Disabled Children! Oh, who doesn't know that you are just a bastard who goes around kidnapping disabled children and forcing them to beg to make money for you, and you pretend to be a caring person to me? I'm even more immoral than you in the underworld. Be conscientious!”

After that, he pointed at a few people in the crowd and shouted: "And you, you, you, you, you, are you also waiting for me to tell you about your glorious achievements?" Finally, he said to the righteous man: "You are the only good person here, but unfortunately you are still a fool. Do you think those people who cry poor are really poor? In fact, they are richer than you, but they are still pretending to be good people. Wait until your eyes work again before coming out!" (In fact, there are many such so-called "loving people" in China, but they are more Chinese. I will write about them in detail when I write about 1997 and 1998!)

Looking at the dejected looks of these guys, Mad Dog shouted: "Get out of here, wait for me to treat you to dinner?"

PS: The chapter title of Chapter 184 is wrong. It should be "Leader Plus", but I was confused and typed it as "Leader Plus". Unfortunately, the chapter title of the VIP chapter can only be changed by the editor, so I can only correct it here. I hope everyone will forgive me!