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Chapter 757 - 757 25 The Butcher's Approach to Problem-Solving Is Indeed Simple_2

757: Chapter 25 The Butcher’s Approach to Problem-Solving Is Indeed Simple_2 757: Chapter 25 The Butcher’s Approach to Problem-Solving Is Indeed Simple_2 On the other hand, the integrated Republican Party had two cores, one represented by the establishment elite, Wolf, and the other by the maga core centered around Crusoe, but in their hearts, there was only one sun.

As the strengths of both sides fluctuated, handling the situation in Saint Rodu became easier.

“You don’t need to try your hardest, controlling the pace is more important than going all out, and…

let your brother come back, there’s no need for the arrangement over there anymore.”

CEO Cheng’s leniency was not due to love, but rather what he said, “Controlling the pace is very important.” Eris had been working for him, and for Wolf, which made him consider flipping sides in the middle.

However, CEO Cheng ultimately won, and now it was time to use Eris, why not loosen the leash a bit?

After putting down the phone, Eris looked at the contact’s name and fell into deep thought.

The previous arrangement was no longer needed.

It was no longer needed.

What did that mean?

It probably wasn’t a ruse to trick me and then deal with me—he didn’t need to be so scheming and indirect.

So, had something unexpected happened over there?

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At six o’clock in the evening, the administrative floor of the West State Logistics regional center in Saint Rodu.

As a multi-billion dollar logistics group, West State Logistics had branches in several major cities on the West Coast, and with Saint Rodu being one of the two major economic centers in California, the decor of this branch was quite impressive.

However, along with the news of the group changing hands, came the notice that Saint Rodu’s branch would be turned into the new headquarters.

The previous headquarters of West State Logistics was centrally located in the transportation hub of Missouri, specifically in St.

Louis.

Most of the executives who rushed to the new headquarters for the meeting had some complaints in their hearts; they had a sweet life in St.

Louis, and suddenly their workplace shifted to Saint Rodu, over a thousand kilometers away—how could they withstand that!

“I heard the new boss is from the Chris family—do you guys know who it is?”

“I heard it’s Wood’s son, I think his name is Sebastian.”

“Wood?

Senator Wood of Missouri is also from the Chris family?

I remember he doesn’t have the last name Chris, does he?”

“That’s where you’re wrong.

Members of large families usually have long names, but externally, only the core members use the family name as their surname.

Types like Wood, they use other middle names as their last name.”

“Today, I heard it’s the newly appointed general manager who summoned us here.

Just like that, the old manager was pushed aside by the new boss, sigh.”

“What ‘pushed aside’?

Don’t talk nonsense.

If they gave me ten million dollars in severance, I wouldn’t just be okay with being pushed aside—I’d be willing to be kicked around like a ball!”

“Wood is already a senator and yet still not a core figure of the Chris family, sigh, America oh…”

As the conversation went on, a certain redneck began to lament.

“Shut up, don’t talk nonsense!”

His friend quickly covered his mouth.

Did he really think freedom of speech was a thing?

“Look, there are so many people outside—the new manager is coming!”

The high-ranking officials of West State Logistics in the office were somewhat nervous, and the messy chatter ceased instantly.

New boss, new higher-ups, new headquarters—for this logistics giant, it was a new departure, and no one wanted to be left behind.

But were there still places for these old-timers on this ship setting sail to a new era?

Chief Glu felt somewhat stifled.

Neat suits, beautiful ties, shiny shoes, and even a briefcase—what was this all about?

He looked the part, but Glu didn’t like it.

He would rather wear a bulletproof vest and charge into action than be a caged wild beast.

But the treatment he received was so generous.

CEO Cheng had won everything he wanted, so much so that he could barely take it all in, and naturally, he wouldn’t treat Chief Glu, the “friend” who had helped him a great deal, with anything less than the best.

An annual salary of ten million was the base, giving him authority was a sign of trust, and taking care of his post-retirement was a favor.

In all respects, Glu received the full treatment from CEO Cheng.

After all, he was worth it.

Although CEO Cheng’s interest group was a newcomer at the dining table, he had already proven with strength that he was qualified to be there.

This level of treatment, CEO Cheng could well afford.

His subordinate pushed open the large office door, Glu took a deep breath, patted the shoulder of the subordinate who had opened the door for him, and turned to signal everyone to relax.

Then, he entered the office.

Standing at one meter ninety, the burly Glu, dressed in a suit, looked less like a general manager and more like a suited hooligan.

If it were just that, the gathered high-ranking officials of West State Logistics wouldn’t have gasped.

But along with Glu’s arrival were a dozen of his old brothers, veteran police officers, all close buddies of Chief Glu.

A senior executive swallowed hard, thinking to himself that this new general manager seemed a bit out of the ordinary.

“Ha, good evening, everyone,” he began, “I’ve heard that some of you don’t like the notice about moving our headquarters to Saint Rodu, huh?

Is that so?”

Chief Glu had never been a general manager before; his only work experience had been as a butcher in a slaughterhouse, which is to say, Chief Glu’s professional experience was largely focused on butchery.

So, he was actually quite stressed, like now, when he was preoccupied with thinking about how to intimidate others and completely forgot to introduce himself.

“Are you…

Chief Glu?”

But actually, it didn’t make much difference; whether he introduced himself or not didn’t change others’ recognition of him.

The most powerful police chief in America, the hero and uncrowned king of LAPD—the legend of his exploits was his best introduction.

“Never thought someone would recognize me.

So, who has objections to the relocation of headquarters?”

Chief Glu’s aura was one forged from life, status, and ambition; his gaze alone rendered the executives of West State Logistics docile as quails awaiting their end.

This is the real world, after all, where those who make it to senior positions in big corporations are not foolish, at least not obviously so.

Thus, there was no dramatic showdown or face slapping scene.

Just a look around, and the pressure in Chief Glu’s mind almost completely evaporated.

They were just a bunch of worms with a little money, at most scheming behind the scenes, without the guts to charge directly at Achilles.

Only, this meant that the task Cheng Daqi had entrusted to him seemed quite challenging.

He rested his chin on his hand and looked around again, finally coming up with a plan.

“I’m going to fire two people, as a start to reorganizing the group’s personnel.

Let’s vote, everyone gets three votes, anonymous.

I want to see who’s the least popular.

Get moving, don’t talk, don’t make eye contact.

You know me, so you know I’m not joking.

This is an order.”

The executives of West State Logistics had never seen a manager as wild as this, but taking into account Chief Glu’s reputation, they didn’t dare to shrug it off and had no choice but to stiffly engage in this special “election.”

A few minutes later, looking at the voting results, Chief Glu asked,

“Who is Cyrus?”

Hearing this name, everyone became puzzled and then turned their gazes toward a mild-featured middle-aged Western descendant.

Cyrus was the leader of the Mexicans in West State Logistics—a key figure.

Nobody would vote him off.

To put it plainly, nobody dared to.

Chief Glu glanced at Cyrus’ face and then at the voting results, and his eyes lit up.

Indeed, once the operation began, everything would start looking up.

West State Logistics’ new general manager, the former crime buster of Saint Luo, the great hero of the Red Street kidnapping case, LAPD’s greatest chief of all time, Mr.

Glu—had an excellent idea.

After contemplating for a second on how to report to CEO Cheng, the former top bad cop gestured toward his subordinate, nodding at Cyrus.

The subordinate, receiving the order, chilled for a moment and quietly mouthed, “Sure?”

Ignoring those bewildered gazes, Chief Glu smiled and nodded.

Chief Glu’s trusted ally did not hesitate this time, pulling out a pistol and firing it into the back of Cyrus’ head.

“Bang!”

The explosion of gray matter spread like dandelion seeds, drifting onto the attendees who were shocked by the sudden outburst.

“Hmm, caught another fugitive, but why execute him on the spot?

What a hassle, such a hassle, hahaha, does Cyrus have any accomplices?

Speak up, everyone, I’ll order the killings to continue!”

A logistics mob, huh?

A Mexican gang, right?

I, Chief Glu, am here; I don’t even need to hesitate when slaughtering you chickens and dogs.

Overcoming situations with brute force, a butcher’s approach to problem-solving is just this simple, ordinary, and crushing.

I’m here, I am the ultimate force here.

Any objections?

“Why aren’t you speaking?

He must have a small gang, right?

Or did I kill the wrong man?”

The old cop’s shrewd eyes, of course, couldn’t be mistaken—at least not for such an evident error.

Seeing everyone nodding, Chief Glu laughed heartily, satisfied.

“That’s good.

Otherwise, I would’ve had to set him up with accomplices, and that would have been troublesome.”