Super Black Technology

All the recruiters gave way to a path, and suddenly, a stylishly dressed woman walked in.

Afterwards, the woman took the initiative to extend her right hand to the other party regardless of the oil stains all over her body.

"Hello, Mr. Bastian, I'm from the Human Resources Department of L'Oreal Group. My name is Joanna. I hope you can accept our invitation from L'Oreal!"

Seeing this action, the middle-aged man was terrified.

He hastily wiped his hands, then held Ruyu's hand timidly, and immediately parted with each other.

Oh my God, I actually shook hands with a woman I usually only see on TV, and the other party didn't dislike me for being covered in oil.

At this moment, a touch of emotion surged into the heart of the middle-aged man.

Forget it, forget it, promise her! Even if it's worth it!

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man nodded heavily: "Okay, I promise you! You don't need a daily salary of 3,000, just give me 300!"

After the sound fell, the fashionable woman smiled, then turned sideways and invited the other party to go to the recruitment desk to sign a contract.

"Sir, please!"

"Thanks!"

Moments later, the two disappeared.

Seeing them disappear, Chanel's recruiters immediately yelled:

"Fuck! This watch, she has already robbed 7 or 8 of us!"

Everyone was in the same hatred and cursed the woman one after another.

"Why doesn't that cousin go to hell? Every time we ask for the information, she comes to rob people!"

"Who said it wasn't? Well, isn't she relying on L'Oreal being a member of the Watermelon Alliance? She's so rampant!"

"Fuck him, the Watermelon Alliance is amazing, I'm getting mad, I'm going to get the Watermelon Alliance..."

At this moment, the audience fell silent again, and everyone looked at the scolding person one after another.

Everyone's eyes were full of admiration.

Great, my brother!

Hurry up and keep talking, what do you want to do to the Watermelon Alliance? Come on...

Feeling the attention of the audience, the person couldn't continue cursing.

Endless fear was welling up in his heart, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing.

Oh my god, that's the murderous Watermelon Alliance!

How dare I scold it, and even scold it in public. OH, MYGOD, if someone sues me, maybe I won't be able to see the sun tomorrow.

At this moment, the person suddenly raised his hand and covered his mouth tightly, not daring to make any more sound.

Damn, shrinking turtle!

Everyone looked at each other with contempt, and then continued to look for job seekers...

...

Today, not only major French companies are recruiting, but capitalists throughout Europe are robbing people everywhere.

Every company is crazy, and the treatment offered is higher than the other.

Crazier than Europe are the American capitalists.

Because, according to inside information they got, the White House luncheon was over. Now the leaders of the 88 countries of the Pumpkin Alliance are holding an alliance meeting at the White House.

There is only one topic for discussion in this meeting. That is--

In the future, what kind of governance model should be implemented by the major planets in the solar system.

Is it a democratic deliberation system or a planetary governor's centralized system.

half an hour later.

"Dingling!" "Dingling!"...

The United States, the mansion of the Morgan consortium. The owner's personal phone rang urgently.

It was from inside the White House.

In just three seconds, old Morgan answered the phone himself.

"Hello, sir! The first issue of the Pumpkin Alliance has been resolved!"

At this moment, old Morgan's heart almost stopped beating, and his hand holding the phone was shaking slightly.

"Sir, all planets in the solar system will implement the 'Governor Centralization System' in the future!"

boom!

Like thunder resounding through the sky, old Morgan was extremely shocked.

In a short while, endless ecstasy surged into his heart.

OK, great!

"Thank you for your message, I will have someone transfer the reward to your account later!"

"Thank you old Mr. Morgan, it is my honor to serve you! Goodbye!"

"goodbye!"

After hanging up the phone, Old Morgan immediately summoned the family members.

"Recruit people immediately, miners, chemists, metallurgists... as long as they are helpful to the lunar cause, all are needed!"

"Yes, sir!"

"And go to the Middle East and Africa to recruit mercenaries immediately, I plan to form a solar system expedition team!"

"Yes, sir!"

"In addition, prepare three gifts for me, one for Ike, one for Miss Alice, and the last one for Ike's parents—the Williams couple! Thank you for their contributions to mankind! "

As soon as the words came out, the family members were stunned.

What's the situation? When did our Morgan family become so great?

"Hurry up!" Old Morgan roared angrily.

Hearing this, the family members nodded immediately, and then left the room.

After everyone left, old Morgan couldn't restrain the ecstasy in his heart anymore, and laughed happily.

Hughes is doing well, representing the capital, he did not disappoint everyone.

The Governor-General system is good, much better than the dog-monarch system!

As long as we get more resources to sell to the Pumpkin Alliance, just like lending money to the Federal Reserve. When they can't pay back, that's when we govern a planet!

...

U.S. White House.

In the large conference room, the leaders of various countries are discussing intensely at this time.

Just now everyone has reached an agreement that in the future the major planets will implement the system of governor centralization.

So, now comes the question!

The moon has been owned by everyone, who should be the first governor of the moon? !

As soon as this topic came out, everyone in the audience tensed up.

Sudden!

A young man in his 30s stood up, and everyone was shocked.

It's him, the leader of the Watermelon Alliance - Hughes! Hughes Roosevelt!

"Everyone, with all due respect, I intend to recommend myself as the first governor of the moon."

As soon as this remark came out, the audience fell silent.

US President Obama was overjoyed and was about to nod.

At this moment, the leaders of China and Russia suddenly stood up and objected at the same time.

"Sorry, Mr. Hughes, but to the best of our knowledge, you have no experience of any ruling party."

Hearing this objection, Hughes nodded and said:

"Yes, gentlemen, I do have no experience in government. I came up in the military. But what does it matter?"

"Although I am a federal officer, my greater identity is the leader of the Watermelon Alliance, a capitalist, and a businessman! Therefore, if I am the first governor of the moon, I will definitely not ignore the interests of any party. "

"For example: China. If I am the governor of the moon, then I guarantee that the development rights, residence rights, etc. of the Altai Mountains will be yours, including the surrounding plains."

As soon as this remark came out, the Chinese president fell silent.

Politics is like this, the two sides exchange interests.

Then, Hughes looked at the Russian President again: "Mr. Putin, Russia can share the same lunar land as China, at least 6 million square kilometers, how about it?"

The sound fell, and the Russian President fell silent.

How much surface area does the entire moon have? 38 million square kilometers.

In other words, China and Russia must be divided into at least 1200 points! The remaining 2600, there are 86 countries!

It's ok, I should be content with it!

At this moment, the leaders of China and Russia looked at each other, and both sides saw satisfaction in each other's eyes.

It's better to talk to capitalist Hughes than to argue with the federal government!

Immediately, the leaders of the two countries sat down quickly without saying anything.

"EU: 900!"

"United States: 1000!"

"Japan: 200!"

"South Korea: 100!"

"..."

Hughes asked prices one by one, and the sound of cake distribution resounded through the venue...