Son of the Tower

Chapter 348 Happy Ceremony

Mars proudly introduced Nie's identity to the young reporter in front of him.

The most reliable companion (one) of the legendary psyker, the holder of the legendary battle mage sequence, the princess of the Rasmus family, and Nie stands beside Mars. smiling for the camera.

It wasn't until Mars used the title of 'my chief management officer' that the girl was slightly surprised.

The title of chief management officer is only held by Mrs. Selin in the tower, because she is the only prosthetic body that can control the sage Yu.

"Chief management officer, good name, you really trust this lovely lady." Mr. George of the first TV station smiled and glanced at the camera: "Speaking of it, what do you think about your military management? Did the citizens of the city say it?"

"For the citizens of this city, what I want to say is very simple. I will provide food for everyone to spend the next six months. This will be a very long list. Of course, there may not be enough food. Daily necessities There may be some gaps, without money, I am unlikely to let merchants come to this port with goods..." Speaking of this, Mars noticed the show desire in Mr. George's eyes, so he smiled: "George Sir, I see that you have something to say."

"Of course, I think you seem to be talking about frustration." The young man couldn't wait any longer.

"No, I'm just telling the truth, and I have something to tell the citizens. Martial law means that the force of southern Thailand will spread in this city. From the sky to the ground, all illegal activities will become very difficult. I don't I hope that one day the soldiers from southern Thailand will tell me that someone got caught smuggling or selling some banned drugs, because then I can only send him the street lamps in the square that hang across the island of the city My lord, I’ve hanged up profiteers who didn’t know how to live or die, so I don’t think I’d mind hanging up a few more citizens who are looking for their own lives.”

Speaking of this, Mars changed the subject: "Of course, I also have some good news to tell everyone who is sitting, standing or lying on the TV. Port Scarro is a vibrant marginal port. In the south, there is a mysterious big island full of ruins from the old era, with various dangers and opportunities; of course, there are also countless fishery resources, and seabed mining is also a good choice. I hope you can consider it and bring your The branch of the enterprise is built here, because the tower will provide protection for the city. Every month, there will be a squad of swordsmen stationed here. Most importantly, the tower will give you tax-free measures that are enough for your heart. You can conduct your business in the Isles, and it is my duty to hang anyone who tries to take your property."

Speaking of this, Mars picked up his mobile phone, and Mr. Gao's cow's head appeared on the screen. He first expressed in the most sincere tone that because of the typhoon, it would take three to ten minutes for his convoy to arrive, which was longer than the original schedule. A full eleven hours behind schedule, and then he gave Mars and the city good news.

Having called at a nearby port, he filled his fleet with food and water.

These things would be his small gestures of sincerity to Mars, the chief little gentleman of the Tower.

"It seems that our Mr. Gao has set an example of a friendly businessman. In the next series of operations in the archipelago, in the tasks that require the convoy, Gaota will always regard the Gao's convoy as the primary cooperation target." Mars smiled and showed George the qualities a businessman should have—that is, loyalty, reliability, and understanding.

And the Tower will bring out the best in such a good merchant.

"As far as I know, Mr. Gao's child is in the tower." Mr. George showed an intelligence ability that a reporter should not have.

But Mars didn't mind: "Yes, both children are good apprentices. Of course, I don't want their names to be spread all over the world. This is not good for the children's growth."

Mr. George's face changed slightly, but he still had something else to say.

For example, in addition to food, this port city with a population of hundreds of thousands needs too many daily necessities.

But this problem was solved immediately, and Mars' cell phone rang again, and a pangolin man named Brenjia, who was said to be introduced by Mr. Gao, called. A middle-aged man with a small ribbed armor said that his group can provide this port with daily necessities for a month, and then he is also willing to start a daily chemical products factory here.

What is sleepy sending a pillow? Mars nodded with a smile: "I have already understood it. Welcome to the emerging market."

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"You say it's a good way to help. Why did I see a little bastard holding a chicken feather as an arrow?" Mrs. Celine looked at Yu Xianzhe beside her and asked with a smile.

As his administrator, the meaning in Madam Celine's words ran counter to her expression.

And Yu Xianzhe raised his eyebrows with a smile: "Isn't this a way to help you? Look at those big businessmen who called in. In the past, they couldn't even look at the port out of the corner of their eyes, but today, they are scrambling to see the port." Put money into this city, for what, is it because Mars is cute."

"I understand where Mars learned his brazenness." Mrs. Celine rolled her eyes at her old stuff.

As an old man, Yu Xianzhe laughed a few times: "Central processing core, if it is the calculation request of Mars, it will be calculated as the highest sequence, and tell Xiao Sun, help me, a good apprentice, I will do it next year. Take his seventh grandson as an apprentice."

"Understood, Your Excellency, I have already started calculating and contacting Your Excellency Sun."

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Song Guo was very sad, because her family's dried fruit group still failed to enter the city in the end. When she contacted her father, the large dried fruit groups from Mumbai and Bangkok had almost beaten their brains out in front of Mars.

Her sadness soon appeared in Mars' eyes. Hearing Tsubaki tell why Song Guo was sad, Mars thought about it, and finally decided to give Song Guo a chance—to ask her to call the Ferlin cat cook over.

The usage is simple, every day of urban reconstruction, the group of workers who put in the most effort will be eligible to have dinner with Mars, and of course, Mars will also invite other entrepreneurs to have lunch.

"Mars, you are scarier than a capitalist." Song Guo heard what Mars was thinking, and widened her big eyes.

"I'm just making the best use of everything." Mars waved his hand.

(End of this chapter)