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Chapter 147 Eagle Sauce: Father and Son Breakup
"Director, it seems they had an argument and ended up parting on bad terms."

Li Yunfei looked at Zhao Min's gossipy expression and was a little confused.

Eagle Sauce and the six-pointed star, this father and son, have always been in the same boat, so why are they quarreling?
"Don't we have surveillance cameras at the door? Can you check the surveillance cameras to see what they were arguing about?"

Zhao Min shook her head and said with great regret: "Director, our factory was almost bankrupt before. The surveillance camera at the gate was broken and we had no money to repair it."

"I was busy with production during this period, and I didn't have time to change it even if I had the money, so I couldn't check the surveillance."

"Did the security guard hear anything?"

Zhao Min shook her head again and said, "Although the security guard at our factory knows English, he is not very good at it. They are arguing very fast, so I can only understand the general idea."

"Anyway, he started scolding you after just a few words, saying things like fuck, fuck oil, etc."

Zhao Ye couldn't help but say, "Director, will they sever their father-son relationship because of what happened to us?"

"Hey, you can't say that. We are a legitimate private enterprise. What does their quarrel have to do with us?"

"Don't put the blame on our factory. We should just be the spectators." Li Yunfei suppressed his laughter and emphasized.

The representative of the delegation sent by the Hexagram this time is called Cohen, a subordinate of the front-line commander Amir.

He is a warmongerer with a hot temper, but he is also quite rational and calm in his work.

This time, like Sergei of Russia, they came in the name of civilians and acted very low-key.

If it hadn't happened to run into Levin and others, it wouldn't have attracted anyone's attention at all.

After Cohen had a quarrel with Levin, he registered with the security guard and then led his men into the Warwick Agricultural Vehicle Factory.

Along the way, he looked at the dilapidated factory and felt hesitant.

A tricycle produced by such a factory was randomly modified and turned into a battlefield killer that almost killed itself. Is this reasonable?
Cohen is a close confidant of Amir, the commander of the Hexagram Front, and a witness to the three rounds of rocket attacks by Hammarab.

Out of personal emotion, he couldn't believe that it was such an old and small factory that defeated him.

If it was a high-tech, modern factory, then losing would be fine, but for such a shabby factory, could it be that the intelligence provided by the United States was wrong?

With full of doubts, he smoothly arrived at Li Yunfei's factory director's office.

"My friend, what brings you to our factory? " Li Yunfei asked with a smile.

Cohen said with a wry smile: "We are from the Hexagram, and we came to your factory to discuss a business deal."

"Your three-wheeled troop carrier and three-wheeled rocket launcher are both very impressive. Can I take a look at your production line?"

Li Yunfei curled his lips, turned his head and looked at Zhao Ye next to him, and they both laughed.

"My friend, if you want to purchase arms, please contact our official department."

"This is a private enterprise. We only have civilian tricycles. We don't have three-wheeled troop carriers or three-wheeled rocket launchers. Please leave!"

Cohen frowned at the reply.

The members of the delegation behind him were all angry.

He came back from the front line, and although he had a hot temper, he also knew the priorities of the matter. However, the members of his delegation were composed of various forces.

All members of the delegation understand some Chinese, and everyone has a different view on this matter.

Li Yunfei's bland reply instantly angered a large number of people.

"You are just exporting arms. Stop making excuses."

"We have sufficient evidence. I advise you to stop exporting tricycles to Hamalabo as soon as possible, otherwise you will bear the consequences." "Sure enough, this is the expected answer. May I ask the factory director, since you said it's not, why are those tricycles printed with your factory logo?"

"Many Hexagram soldiers were injured and killed because of you. You must be responsible for this. You must sign an indemnity agreement and compensate them for all their losses."

……

Li Yunfei felt a little bored listening to the accusations made by these people in broken Chinese. It was not until he heard the words "compensation agreement" that he was stunned.

He looked at the other side of the crowd, especially the most excited and angry woman, and couldn't help frowning.

Black hair, yellow skin, black pupils, he looks like a Chinese no matter how you look at him. Is this the translation?
"you are?"

"Yes, my name is Wang Ping, and I'm an immigrant. I have immigrated to the Hexagram. I have nothing to do with you now." The man said with some pride.

Li Yunfei curled his lips, pointed his finger and said, "I don't talk to traitors, please get out first."

"How dare you curse me? Your words are an insult to our Hexagram. I am an immigrant, not a traitor. You must apologize to me!"

"No wonder after so many years of development, we are still so poor. Is this how you treat foreigners?"

"You are insulting our Hexagram. I will expose this matter online and bring your reputation to ruin!"

Li Yunfei looked at Wang Ping, who broke down in an instant and kept insulting him. He smiled and said nothing. Instead, he looked at Cohen with a playful look in his eyes.

At this moment, everyone in the Hexagram delegation, whether they were pro-war or pro-peace, were shocked.

They all looked at Wang Ping with surprise, their eyes full of confusion. How could an immigrant, returning to his motherland, act as if he saw an enemy?
Cohen covered his forehead with his hands helplessly. He waved his hand, and two people from the delegation dragged Wang Ping out of the room.

"Director Li, I'm sorry, she is not one of us, and her attitude does not represent our attitude."

"We are here to discuss business and would like to visit your production line."

"If this happens again, I will give you an explanation." Cohen said apologetically.

When he came this time, in order to prevent the delegation from getting out of control, he brought a lot of people from the front line.

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the Hexagram delegation instantly became much calmer. Although there were still many people grumbling, at least no one openly opposed it.

Li Yunfei shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "I declare again that we are a private enterprise and the products we export are all legal and compliant."

"If you continue to slander us, don't blame me for kicking you out of the factory and sending you a lawyer's letter asking you to compensate for our loss of reputation!"

Cohen coughed twice, then glanced at the delegation members behind him out of the corner of his eye to warn them.

Li Yunfei then took them to visit the factory's production line.

Although the factory is a bit shabby, in order to cope with the growing orders, the production line of Warwick Agricultural Vehicle Factory has long undergone technological upgrades.

At present, the company has adopted the latest pulse production technology, and the four production lines are running at full capacity. The daily output of three-wheeled vehicles has reached 500 units.

Cohen looked at the factory production area and the countless tricycles being produced, and his scalp suddenly tingled.

He couldn't even imagine whether he would be able to hold on if all these tricycles were really sent to the front line.

The most important thing is that this car is very cheap, and you can buy the hexagram-related items in large quantities without any pressure.

"Director Li, this tricycle of yours is a rocket launcher!"

"After your hydraulic dump device is raised, the tricycle can be transformed into a rocket launcher!"

Li Yunfei listened to this question, shrugged his shoulders, crossed his arms, looked back at the person who asked the question, and asked back: "Is it illegal to install a hydraulic dump device on an agricultural vehicle?"

(End of this chapter)