My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

Hideji Kitahara sent the large carrot head and the pile of folders to the special identification class of the audit department. Although it sounds weird, it is called this name. Hideji Kitahara looked at the nameplate on the large glass door and was a little confused. I thought I crossed to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department after taking the freight elevator.

This name feels like a place where a forensic doctor spells a corpse!

The special identification class exclusively occupies a large writing room. Looking at the small cubicle, I am afraid that fifty or sixty employees are working here, but there are not many people who stay in the writing room at the moment. I feel very depressed before bankruptcy and liquidation. The large carrot head went straight to a desk at the front end of the cubicle and sat down, still continuing to check the form.

Hideji Kitahara didn't rush away either. He looked at the information in his hand and looked interesting.

This factory has a large number of foreign orders and can faintly see the traces of Japan's industrial restructuring-Japan is trying to become the world's largest supplier of precision parts.

Japan’s manufacturing industry is declining due to its lack of resources, high labor costs, and being beaten by the United States. Companies such as NEC, Sony, Toshiba, and Panasonic have used computers, TVs, mobile phones, air conditioners and the like. The entire production line has been sold, and it looks like a broken egg, but in fact, their component production has not stopped, and even continues to expand production, gradually occupying the market.

Like Sony, the computer industry is sold, the TV industry is sold, and the mobile phone industry is also sold. I don’t think there are many brands, but its electronic components are secretly sold. Sensors alone account for more than 70% of the world’s In the market, other parts and components also account for a considerable proportion, and the income is still substantial, which has achieved the effect of reducing costs and increasing profits.

For example, the Japanese automobile manufacturing industry has also begun to reduce the sale of complete vehicles, and instead provide large-scale parts and components to the market. Even many German cars are using Japanese integral parts-the parts are profitable.

For example, in China's mobile phone industry, many parts and components come from Japan, and there is also a mobile phone research institute in Japan-this is normal, there is nothing to blame, the global economy is integrated, and the division of labor in countries around the world is different.

The big manufacturing country is making money all over the world, while Japan is using parts and components to follow the big manufacturing country to make money. Everyone is prosperous, and every one loses everything. It can be regarded as adapting to the changes in the world economic environment and has independently identified its position in the overall global economy. Kitahara Xiuci feels that this kind of thinking is very interesting, and it can be regarded as a model of survival of the fittest, and the information he currently has on hand reveals this situation faintly. The customers of that factory are all over Japan and surrounding countries, and even northern Europe.

Judging from the information provided by this factory alone, this factory is really a thriving, high-quality customer with real gold, but from the information collected separately, there is a problem-it seems that many customers' production capacity cannot be used. Many parts, are they piled up in the warehouse?

The world is pursuing zero inventory and occupying as little liquidity as possible. As far as its customers are special, do you want to go against the trend?

Hideji Kitahara waved a large pen with great interest, compared various aspects, circled all the areas that he found problematic, and then reluctantly put down the folder-this is what you should see when you come to the bank for internship , Expands the thinking, broadens the horizon, can be much better than the paper cake.

He saw that the large radish head was busy, and he pushed the car away without saying hello, and continued to collect his "waste paper", while the large radish head flipped through the information and touched the one that Kitahara had just put down. The first few pages are still satisfactory. Some questionable figures are circled. She only needs to check the calculations again. However, when she turned to the back, she found that many texts collected on the Internet were also completely unrecognizable, and there were also doubts. The place was also marked, and a short comment was written...

She was taken aback for a moment, turned page by page, and tossed on the computer for a while, and finally shouted: "Yoko, come here!"

A short-haired female white-collar worker immediately jumped out of the writing room and asked respectfully: "Commissioner Niwa, what do you have..."

"Where was that person just now?"

"What just..."

"Is that the young man who was pushing a flatbed truck just now, who seemed to have a personal touch?"

"What are you talking about..."

"What does this bank man in blue overalls do?"

This short-haired white-collar woman couldn’t speak well. She choked for several times. She only felt that her chest was stuffy. After waiting for a while, seeing the rude woman just looking at herself, she cautiously replied, "Are you in blue overalls? Wear blue overalls. There are many people, such as cleaners..."

"Go ask!"

The short-haired female white-collar worker looks aggrieved. The conversation is not like this. It is only right for you to say one sentence. Do you guys not even let others finish talking? Can you be a little bit socially polite?

But she only dared to curse in her stomach, she didn't dare to complain, and weakly bowed her head and said, "Yes, I will ask..."

"Go!"

Short-haired female white-collar workers feel that their life expectancy is -10 on the spot, but they can only go. She didn’t know what was happening, so she could only go out and ask a "somewhat human-looking young man in blue overalls and pushing a flatbed truck", and soon returned to report: "It seems to be sent to receive and destroy. Data workers."

"Notify him to come over!"

"Ah, there is no contact information for him. Do you want to contact the class receiving and dispatching..."

"Forget it, take me directly to find him!" The big turnip head got up and walked away, striding out the stars, choking, making people think that sparks would splash out under the thin heel at any time, and it was suspected that he had nailed the iron palm. The short-haired white-collar female has a sweet voice, but she can only trot behind with a bitter face, and she can't help pressing the elevator if she wants to get in front. What a bad luck, how can she serve such a guy!

Soon the two of them reached the second floor of the basement and went directly to the shredded paper room. The short-haired white-collar woman had lost her shoes, panting, and the large radish head pushed the door and only glanced at Kitahara Xiuji. Said: "Hey, come here!"

Her voice was very sharp, and even the noise of the shredder was forcibly suppressed. Everyone, including Hideji Kitahara, looked at her, and she had a cold face and did not look at others, but walked towards Hideji Kitahara. Beckoning: "You, that's you, come here!"

Kitahara Hideji was a bit inexplicable, but he reached out to shut down the device, planning to see what was going on. I just turned off the shredder, and turned my head to find that the large carrot head had already ran right in front of my eyes-this was really impatient.

The large radish head is not nonsense, holding the materials in front of Xiuji Kitahara, and directly asking: "Do you speak Malay?"

"Huh? It's a little bit, but..." Hideji Kitahara took a look at it. It was a page of the information he circled just now. It contained a lot of non-Japanese content. After all, the customers of the factory could barely be regarded as all over the world. There is—or the contract fabricated by the factory is spread all over the world, so it is messy to find the language in the information.

He used to brush a lot of small languages ​​in order to brush his intelligence attribute points. Basically, he doesn't care if he gets one or two intelligence points in LV5. It is a level that can barely pass the daily conversation. Although it was a bit hard to read the information just now, it feels like The meaning of ** is not far from ten, and I just circled around where I felt that there was a problem, but I didn't expect someone to come to my door.

"Can also speak Dai and Korean?"

"Not very proficient, just barely..."

"Does it also for Russian, French, German?"

"I dare not say yes, but..."

"Okay, you don't need to say it!" The large turnip head tilted his head and glanced at the machine behind Hideji Kitahara. His eyes were slightly bright, he bent over and touched the corner of the machine, and looked at the fingertips. No, I am more satisfied: "I am a serious and careful person, not bad!"

Kitahara Xiuji raised her eyebrows, not understanding what she was trying to do, and asked quickly: "This lady, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the large carrot head: "Follow me, I am short of manpower now, you are just right!"

Proficient in mental arithmetic, quick thinking, able to speak many foreign languages, careful and conscientious in doing things, she is a good candidate to be an assistant. She is really satisfied-she is currently alone, and capable people only hope that as many as possible.

Hideji Kitahara considers himself to be a person of excellent self-cultivation, but at this time, he also felt that he was holding his breath in his chest. He really wanted to punch this woman on the nose-why don't you let people talk? I still think you are like Dongmei. If Dongmei dares to become like you in the future, she must be pulled off the radish tassels!

The big turnip head turned around and walked directly, and after walking two steps, he found that Kitahara Hideji had stayed where he was. He frowned and asked, "What are you waiting for? The task is very tense, hurry up and get into work..."

Kitahara Shuji interrupted in the middle of her speech: "I am assigned here and cannot leave without authorization."

At this moment Inoue had the opportunity to cut in and asked politely: "This lady, is there anything you are looking for in Kitahara?" He felt that this woman was aggressive, afraid that she would be a high-level cadre, so she didn't dare to offend it, after all. He is a second-class citizen in Donglian.

The large carrot head glanced at Inoue, ignored him, and said to the short-haired white-collar woman behind: "Yoko, connect me to the head of the reception and reception section."

"Yes!"

Soon the phone was handed to the hand of this large radish head, and she said straightforwardly: "I am Niwa Arika, Special Behavior Investigator of the Financial Services Agency, I want to transfer an assistant from you, please cooperate!"

Then she handed the phone to Inoue Xiu, and Inoue Xiu didn't know why he took it and listened to a sentence and immediately explained: "It's my section manager, yes, yes, no, there is no rude place, but Kitahara is here... …Yes~www.NovelMTL.com~Yes, I understand, but...Yes, yes, do as you tell me."

He returned the phone and said helplessly to Kitahara Hideji: "Kitahara, you have been temporarily seconded to Commissioner Niwa to work."

Niwa Arika turned around and left, and said, "Keep up!"

Hidetoshi Kitahara slapped his lips. Is this his own change of ownership again? After working here for less than three days, are you going to the new department again? But he didn't have any comments. In fact, if Niwa wasn't so impatient, he would still be happy to follow her to be an assistant for two days to open his eyes.

He waved goodbye to the Inoue six, followed Niwa and left, while the Yoko followed him and nodded slightly, "I am Yoko Takemura, please take care of me in the future."

Kitahara Hideji also responded in a low voice: "Hello, Senior Takemura, I am Hideji Kitahara, please give me more advice in the future."

After the two people knew each other, they entered the freight elevator together. It smells great here, and it makes people feel dizzy when running, but Niwa is going to sit on this. This can go up to the forty-second floor without stopping once every two or three floors, but this is illegal, but she No matter, it's very horizontal.

Niwa looked at the floor number and kept pressing the button on the forty-second floor, still giving people a sense of impatience that her menopause had been advanced, but Kitahara Xiuji only felt that this "new leader" might not be easy to serve. Doing anything seemed like urging, but suddenly found that Yoko gently held his hand.

He looked in surprise, but Yoko didn't squint, just pulled his hand back, and then wrote a sentence in his hand: She is a member of the government, be careful.

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