Mr. Peterson did not rush to answer, but the sound of ice cubes hitting from the wine glass in his hand was getting faster and faster.

Bentner was happy that there should be a way to do this.

"You wait."

Peterson explained to him, then got up and left the living room. It seemed that he had called. Sure enough, he was just a technical broker.

These things were not what he wanted by himself, he was just helping his customers purchase on behalf of others, and the real decision was not in his hands.

After a while, Peter walked in from outside with a tense face. Although his face was tense, Bentner could still feel the joy in his body. It was not only joy, but also the smell of money for Bentner.

"Well, Mr. Bentner, how much do you plan to cost for these things?"

After hearing Peterson's question, Bentner quietly pinched his thigh in his pocket, and then replied calmly.

"Ten million...dollars...what do you think?"

After quoting the price, he felt a little nervous. In fact, he had been thinking about how much he should have with the other party in the past two days.

This quote is very particular. If the quote is low, you will lose.

But if the quote is too high, it is very likely to anger the other party. You should know that these guys are not kind men and women. If they kill themselves, it is no different from killing ants.

And if they know that these things exist, they can completely put aside themselves and get those things through other ways.

Therefore, this quotation must be very skillful, which can not only satisfy yourself, but also not make the other party feel like he is a lion.

Peterson stopped talking again and began to play with the wine glass in his hand. Whenever the sound of ice cubes in his wine glass hitting faster and louder, it means that his mental activity was very intense and there would be a result soon.

Bentner sat upright, slowly scrambling the vodka in his hand, as if he was very calm, but only he knew that it was not only his back, but also his crotch was full of sweat.

"Well, Mr. Bentner, we can accept this price. But I want to know more about your plan. What are you planning to do? Let's not cause any alarm from the police? You know that even if the Wiggle Company is broken, it will not be considered blind, and those things. It is not that easy to take them away from their noses. And it is 6.5 tons of data. It is not that easy to get it out of a swaggering company. These data are not important to general and not important to Saab, but it is not lost. If they find that these things are lost, then it will not be easy for us to transport them abroad at that time."

Peterson looked at Bentner and asked, "The whole thing was raised by this guy, so he couldn't be as simple as that money. He had to think of a way to get these things safely, and it wouldn't attract the attention of Saab, General Motors, and Swedish police."

"Please rest assured about this. Mr. Peterson, I have planned it a long time ago. I will explain to you my plan..."

Bentner came to Peterson, and then the two of them muttered in a low voice. Soon Peterson's face showed a smile. This was the first time Bentner saw him twice and saw him smile.

The plan was finished soon, and Peterson patted his shoulder happily.

"Okay, that's it. I'll send someone to cooperate with you, and the rest will be waiting for your news."

After saying that, Mr. Peterson picked up the wine glass, and the two of them clinked. The graceful bunny girl came to pour wine for them again. Bentner looked at the woman's slender waist and plump buttocks, couldn't help but rush his throat and swallowed.

"Haha, do you want to get to her?"

Peterson patted his shoulder and asked with a smile, Bentner looked hesitant at Peterson.

"Haha, Bentner, you are my distinguished guest now. Of course you can enjoy any good things in my house. Good things are only interesting if you share them, right?"|

After saying that, Mr. Peterson blinked at him, then put down his glass and left the villa. In the huge villa, Bentner and the bunny girl were left instantly...

Two days were not enough to make Bentner come back to his senses from the night of that day. In the past two days, he often sat alone at his desk and smiled at the computer. What appeared in his mind was the scene of that night.

"Hey! What's wrong with you these two days? Have you won the lottery? Why are you so stupid every day? What good things are there? Tell us out and let us be happy too!"

It was Johnson again. This guy always liked to do sneak attacks behind the scenes, which scared Bentner just now.

"Ah! Nothing? I got a jackpot on the gambling machine in Old George's tavern two days ago and won more than 10,000..."

Bentner said nonsensely, and Johnson's eyes lit up.

"Is that so? Haha, you are going to treat you tonight!"

"no problem."

In fact, Bentner still likes Johnson very much. After all, when he first joined the company, Johnson let him teach him step by step. He is equivalent to his master, but Europeans do not pay much attention to the relationship between master and apprentice.

"By the way, let's talk about drinking tonight. Now we have a good time. Today we have to have a job."

Johnson said to Bentner with a flushing face.

"What life?"

"I just received a call from the headquarters. There is a batch of Opel gearbox orders to be moved to our side for production. The fleet that delivers production materials will be coming soon. We will be busy in the next two weeks."

Johnson said with a laugh and laughed. Although Americans now have the final say in Sabo, and Americans don’t like him very much, he has the risk of eating fried squid rice at any time.

But he was still unwilling to leave the company he had served for twenty years. In his heart, this company was his home.

Although he does not have any design and development work at hand now, as long as he can do something for the company, he will be willing. Now, due to insufficient manpower, Weigel is almost shut down.

This time the processing task was urgent, so the superiors had no choice but to use him to the supervisor to complete this work.

"Oh! That's it! OK!"

Bentner was ecstatic, but he didn't show any expression on his face. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for for a few days.

Johnson called his colleagues one by one, and then contacted the staff in the factory to let the workers who had already put the ducks back to work quickly. Bentner took advantage of this stall and took out the phone and found a number to dial it.

At noon, workers in groups of three or three returned to the factory one after another. Originally, this was a factory with three or five hundred people, but with the automation of production lines in recent years, fewer and fewer workers on the assembly line were available.

So far, this factory has an annual production capacity of 300,000 units, but there are only more than 100 front-line workers, and many of these more than 100 people are Serbs or guys from the Middle East.

After all, such a job will last a day before the assembly line. It is dirty and tiring, and the salary is not high. Ordinary Swedish young people would rather eat welfare at home than do such a job.

So I can only find Serbs or Middle Easterners who have poured into Sweden in large numbers over the years. However, these guys are not easy to deal with. They are very unserious in their work attitude and like to fool things the most.

Moreover, the two groups were very inconsistent, as if they had a grudge against their father. They often quarreled over big things and finally fought.

This has happened not once or twice, and the company is also having a headache. It is unlikely that it will be possible for them to be laid off because these guys returned to the Ministry of Labor in the capital to make trouble, saying that they are racially discriminatory.

Therefore, when a company is living, it will try to arrange people from these two ethnic groups to work at a distance.

But today, because the task was urgent, there was no way to get all the manpower, so I could only call the two groups of people to work together.

Seeing the Serbs and Middle Easterners walking into the factory one after another, Johnson felt a little worried. I hope these guys can be more sensible today and don’t make trouble in his own office.

Just after lunch time, several container trucks roared and brought them a large number of gearbox parts. All they had to do was put the parts on the production line in order, and then let the workers assemble the parts together.

The robot can complete the preliminary processing work, but the later assembly must be done by someone.

Today, two production lines were opened, divided into two workshops. Johnson was in charge of one and Bentner was in charge of the other. Their main job was to patrol back and forth in the workshop while the workers were working. They could not let these guys be lazy, and they also had to be responsible for monitoring the quality of the product.

Johnson divided the Serbs and the Middle Eastern people into two parts and placed them in two different workshops so that they could not get together, and then cause trouble.

But what he was most worried about was that he could not escape. Just before he was about to get off work at night, a Serb worker ran to the workshop where the Middle Eastern people worked and said that they had stolen things from the people in the Serb workshop.

How could these people in the Middle East accept such slander? So the two sides started arguing, and finally, a scene that everyone was accustomed to was about to speak with their fists.

The two groups were of equal numbers and had similar combat power. They fought quickly and they were busy.
Chapter completed!