Great Son-in-law Like a God

Extorting

"Ukh." Asman took the bank card and shook his head with a wry smile, "If we don't supply cement to PT. Atish, loss of PT. Three carts shouldn't be like this, right?"

Bernard smiled flatly, "That's the loss of PT headquarters. Three carts, not your personal loss. Although PT. Three Carts can make several trillion, but how much money can you have? Surely it's not even 200 million, is it?"

Asman laughed and said, "Okay! Mr Bernard, you're right! Let's have some tea."

Who would have thought that when he had just picked up his teacup, his phone rang. He was shocked when he saw the caller's name, "Pak Chiko?"

He hurriedly answered the call while standing respectfully, "Hello Mr. Chiko, this is Asman."

Chiko's voice sounded furious, "Asman! Your job in Medan is not right, I will file with the board of directors to fire you! Oh yes, I am reconsidering the new person in charge of Medan city. "

"Ah? Chiko Sir! Nay! Why is my job not right? The work is going well, sir! Mr. Chiko, you mustn't listen to rumors." Asman's sweat immediately dripped!

Here another, Alex calls Erika, “Later if Asman calls you, no matter what business it is, you have to turn him down."

“Ah? He's gonna call me? We again need the cement supply, how can I refuse it?” Erika's confused.

Alex said, "People like this should be taught a lesson before he can work honestly. You just listen to me."

"okay." Erika agrees.

Asman was flooded with sweat, he repeatedly obeyed Chiko's words. Finally, after Mr. Chiko hung up the phone, Asman collapsed in his chair, "Oh my God! Why the problem stopped supplying cement to PT. Atish can get to Mr Chiko's ears? How's this?"

Bernard looked at him, "Asman, you can't goofy!"

Asman took out the bank card, and said with a heavy heart, "Master Bernard, sorry, this matter has been known by the company's executives. I can't even guarantee my job right now. I also have no choice but to immediately resume cement supply to PT. Atish."

"What's? Asman, can't you make a fake? Don't restore the supply!" Bernard was worried, "If you dare to recover the supply, believe me, won't I make a calculation with you?"

Asman cried, "Master Bernard, I know you are great, but if I don't restore the supply, then someone will immediately replace my position, and the cement supply will still be given to PT. Atish."

“Again, you have taken my money, if you dare not work for me.. hmph! Think carefully!” Bernard turned around and left the room, then slammed the door.

“See, Bernard is out.” Jasmin was still a little confused when he saw Bernard, “Kok he looks angry?”

Alex blinked his eyes, then said, "Perhaps, he's kebelet?"

Pfftts! Jasmin was comforted by him, "Mr Alex, you're really good at crap."

After a while, Asman ran out with a warning, looking around as if looking for someone.

“Come down! He must be looking for us.” Alex opened the car door and walked down.

“Pak Asman, who's running again?” Jasmin greeted him with a smile and walked quickly.

"Ah? Miss Jasmin! You're still here apparently! Good riddance! We decided to immediately resume cement supply for PT. Atish! And will supply enough, as much as you want. We will make sure the port reconstruction project runs smoothly, let's just say contribute to the construction of Medan city." Tanjung Asman's.

Alex winks at him immediately, meaning: Don't agree.

Jasmin was also very agile, he immediately grabbed Alex's arm and said, "Sir Asman, Mr. Alex and I came for tea, we don't want to talk business with you."

"Ah? Miss Jasmin! Listen to me, I just called President Buana, he said you were at the teahouse, and asked me to meet you, you can go have tea first, discuss later too!" Asman was almost begging.

“Later? Can not dong, Mr. Alex can not wait for us.” Jasmin winks at Alex, and continues to take Alex into the teahouse.

Asman kneeled immediately, “Nona Jasmin, please discuss business matters with me immediately, please!”

"Aah?" Jasmin did not expect Asman to kneel for real. He glanced at Alex in surprise, then turned around quickly, "Sir Asman, don't do this, quickly get up!"

How could Asman not be worried? Just now Mr. Chiko told him that if he could not supply cement to PT. Atish smoothly within half an hour, then he would immediately move Asman and replace the person in charge of Medan city with someone else.

If Jasmin doesn't cooperate, Asman will soon lose his job! The source of his income is not an ordinary job, every year he will earn billions of rupiah.

For the sake of billions in revenue, kneeling is nothing.

Alex stopped Jasmin, "Did he help? Without Asman, there would be Asmin and Asmon. At that time, our project will continue like a plan. No need to take care of criminals like this."

Jasmin smirked, "Uh, Mr. Asman, I'm sorry. I must listen to Mr. Alex's words."

"Ah? Master Alex!" Asman cried to tears. He crawled towards Alex, and kowtowed while crawling, "Mr Alex, please forgive me, please let me return to supplying cement for PT. Atish!"

Jasmin had never seen such a sight. Was Asman taking the wrong medication? Wasn't he arrogant before and did not consider PT. Atish at all? Why change now?

Alex said, "Fulfill my 2 conditions, and you can supply them again."

He deliberately made a tapping gesture to Jasmin, which meant that he wanted to blackmail her!

“OK, okay! I promise, I will fulfill all the conditions!” Asman had no other way, he could only repeatedly agree.

Alex said, "First, slap yourself 50 slaps and start right now. Second, every bag of cement supplied for PT. Atosh should be at least 1% cheaper than the market price."

“Hah?” Asman had already started slapping himself, but when he heard the price had to be lowered by 1%, he was stunned and started to make a sound, “Master Alex, can't! If that's the case, I won't be able to explain it to headquarters!"

While he was talking, his hand still slapped itself.

Jasmin was further confused: Did Lord Asman's brain enter the water?

Alex grabs Jasmin's hand, "Since Mr. Asman doesn't agree, let's go get some tea."

“I agree!” Asman looked sad, and kept slapping himself, “I agree! All cement, regardless of the label, will be reduced by 1%!”

Meat pains and heartaches! 1% is not a small amount! At least that could make PT. Three carts lost tens of billions! Surely, Asman is not helpless, but he will be lectured.