Munitions Empire

"Sigh... I didn't end up using this, and it wouldn't be suitable to bring to Dragon Island, so I'll just leave it for you." Pulling her hand out of the pocket of a casual outfit just launched by Great Tang Fashion this year, Yulin placed the small and exquisite PPK handgun on the coffee table.

"You know... you weren't thinking of kidnapping me just now, were you?" Harry's eyebrows couldn't help but tremble as he looked at the handgun Yulin had set on the coffee table and couldn't help but make a comment.

"Don't put it that way, an elegant lady should always carry a weapon for self-defense, no matter the occasion," Yulin said with a smile, that brilliant, intoxicating smile that made Harry feel a bit dizzy.

This woman... is poisonous.

Harry knew that she definitely had another handgun on her, and perhaps she had even more than one handgun left on her.

This woman was even more dangerous than she appeared, with that seemingly harmless and exceedingly sunny smile, there was a determined big heart underneath.

If she weren't such a woman, who else would like her so much?

It's a pity that in this lifetime, he couldn't pursue her anymore.

Harry sighed and realized that he had been leaning against the window, watching Yulin leave in a car for a long time.

The door was pushed open once again; this time, it was a middle-aged man with a balding head. As soon as he entered, he bowed respectfully.

This man was quite restrained, just as Harry had been when he saw Yulin in the room earlier: "Mr. Harry, this is the production summary for the copper mine in the Marban area from last quarter."

As he spoke, he handed over the ledgers, delivery documents, and summaries to Harry, who had just returned behind his desk.

Harry didn't take those documents but motioned for the man to set them on the desk. Then Harry said in an even tone, "I'm really sorry for the trouble of you personally delivering these..."

"It's my duty, my duty." The man was taken aback, and then immediately bowed even more respectfully, as if he were a traitor kowtowing in front of a Japanese lord.

"I want to know, why the copper mine production dropped by 15 tons last quarter." Harry toyed with his favorite pen, which was also a product of Great Tang Group, engraved with Tang Mo's dragon emblem.

This writing instrument was developed and produced by Great Tang Group. The first batch wasn't large, and most were given to Tang Mo's subordinates.

Although initially, due to production precision issues, these pens were not reliable, they were still cherished by many of the old-timers at Great Tang Group.

They had participated in the manufacture of these pens with their own hands, and they viewed them as a badge, a proof of their existence.

Nowadays, better and more convenient pens have become popular in Brunas; Harry himself had many high-quality pens, but his favorite to pick up was still the keepsake given to him by Tang Mo.

The man, looking a bit nervous, stuttered in response, "I, I am investigating..."

Harry leaned back in his chair and stared coldly at the man, saying, "There's no need to investigate anymore. I've seen your wage expenditures, and indeed, the workers did work overtime last month, and they were in fine form."

"My lord... There are always those who shirk their duties..." The balding man, while wiping sweat from his forehead, tried to offer an explanation.

Harry interrupted his words, his tone becoming slightly unfriendly, "I agree with that statement, but let me finish what I have to say first."

"Actually, I know that not only did your Marban mining district not cut production last quarter, it even produced an extra 5 tons of pure copper." Harry said as he took several investigative reports from a stack of documents in front of him and casually threw them on top of the quarterly production summary reports the balding man had brought.

He tapped his finger on them a few times, and the sound of his fingertip tapping the paper was like gunshots ringing in the balding man's ears.

After tapping a few times, Harry continued to speak, "However, your son sold the copper to the smugglers who came knocking. After all, the price of copper mines hasn't stopped rising recently, right?"

"My, my lord..." The balding man suddenly raised his head, staring at Harry. He truly did not know when the other party had started investigating him.

He even had the impression that he had been under surveillance all along, that this young man in front of him had everything about him down pat.

His son was only a few years older than this young man, yet the latter had already become a terrifying figure whom he himself revered, while his own son was nothing more than a simple layabout.

Harry reminded him again, "I told you, let me finish speaking."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The sound of his voice seemed to indicate that his patience was wearing thin with each interruption.

The balding man immediately became even more submissive, as if ready to kneel at any moment. With a crying tone, he started to apologize habitually, "I am sorry..."

"Your family recently has not been short on purchases, your wife bought four new handbags from Great Tang Fashion, and your son bought a new car..." Harry sneered and then recited the findings from Great Tang Intelligence Department to him, word for word.

Every time Harry mentioned an item, the balding man trembled with fear. It appeared the other party knew everything, even more than he did.

The young manager who took over for Mr. Tang in Brunas had a clear grasp of how much bribe his damn son had taken.

He swore to heaven that before he entered this room, he didn't know his son had taken so much!

The room was filled with silence.

Soon, Harry spoke again, "If you hadn't remained diligent and responsible, and if there hadn't been any issues with the copper mine management, I wouldn't have asked you to bring this report here."

He walked around his desk, approached the other party, and patted his shoulder twice, "Don't give me any reason to kill you, because you only have one life! Understand?"

"This subordinate knows his mistake," the man with the bald head barely managed to utter his apology, his legs feeling weak.

"Go back, break one of your son's legs to teach him a lesson, and tell your wife that a good life is hard to come by, and she should cherish it more. Keep your damn family in line and don't let them mess up your own affairs anymore! Got it?" Harry leaned in close to the man's ear and asked softly.

"Understood, understood," the bald man replied instinctively after swallowing hard.

Harry, who remembered the state of being bullied by Yulin just a while ago, felt a pang of sympathy and added a few more words, "Here's some advice for you, if your family keeps dragging you down, get a new wife, have more sons and raise them from scratch… Don't joke with your own life, and the affairs of the Group's Malban mining area…"

The bald man answered with renewed fear, "Yes! This subordinate understands."

"Off you go! The next time you come here, I hope it's for a commendation, not your head!" Harry waved his hand, signaling the man could leave.

"Yes…" The bald man, as if pardoned, quickly rolled out of the room.

...

Soon, another Dwarf hurried into Harry's office, and as he entered, he blurted out, "Sir, has the envoy from the Western Dwarf Kingdom already visited?"

Harry put down the exquisite PPK handgun left by Yulin that he had been cleaning and admitted, "Yes, he just left."

The envoy from the Ice Cold Kingdom immediately emphasized with some annoyance, "Sir, I hope you remember that the Great Tang Group has a cooperation agreement with our Kingdom, so you should not be meeting with envoys from the Western Dwarf Kingdom, which is…"

Harry interrupted him, reminding him firmly, "Mr. Envoy! I hope you watch how you speak! Who the Great Tang Group meets with is our business! No one can interfere… Understand?"

Many times, his job was to receive all sorts of people, envoys from various Kingdoms, and some businessmen wealthy enough to rival entire countries. He had to negotiate with them to maintain the interests of the Great Tang Group or to establish partnerships.

Dealing with these shrewd characters was not an easy task. For instance, the attitude of the Ice Cold Kingdom's envoy was so forceful because they wanted to intimidate Harry with their assertiveness.

However, their rhythm was disrupted.

The other party tried to recover their composure, "But…"

"There are no 'buts'!" Harry did not give the other party the chance to rebound and became even more assertive. After all, he knew that the cooperation with the Ice Cold Kingdom was in its honeymoon phase, and his attitude would not affect the strategic alliance between the two parties.

As expected, the Ice Cold Kingdom's envoy, unable to regain ground, began softening his approach, "I understand... Then, Sir, what brings them here?"

"They hope to receive our support as well," Harry replied truthfully.

"So, what is the Great Tang Group's stance, if you may disclose it?" The Dwarf softened his tone further, evidently a bit cautious.

Harry smiled and gave an answer that greatly satisfied the other party: "The cooperation between the Great Tang Group and the Ice Cold Kingdom remains unchanged, and the Ice Cold Kingdom is still the only Dwarf Kingdom in the Northern Region that we support."

"Thank you." After hearing this response, the envoy's attitude made a one-hundred-eighty-degree turn, and his tone became much more cordial.

Harry was accustomed to this sort of face-changing performance, continuing indifferently, "You're welcome. Everything follows the contract. Business is business, and the Group has never had any issues with credibility. Trust is the foundation of all cooperation."

The other party hastily offered himself a way out while emphasizing the significant benefits that the Great Tang Group enjoyed in the Ice Cold Kingdom, "The Ice Cold Kingdom's credibility is just the same, and we will continue to maintain the interests of the Great Tang Group within our territory."

His meaning was clear: Don't forget, you still have a lot of money with us!

"I'm aware," Harry replied with a double entendre, concluding the meeting.

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Went downstairs for a nucleic acid test, forgot to send... Realized only after coming back, sorry.