"Gao Qiaohao."
Lin Huowang whispered a few words to Gao Qiaohao.
Gao Qiaohao was stunned for a moment, then showed an admiring expression of "boss is brilliant," and immediately went to do it.
Lin Huowang turned to Davis and said, “You, immediately invite them privately in my name. Tonight, to my hotel suite. Tell them that I am very grateful for their lifelong dedication to Leland, and that I personally want to give them a special ‘Oriental gift’.”
That evening, in the presidential suite of the Savoy Hotel in London.
The union leader, 58-year-old "Old Patton," walked in with a wary and disdainful look. His voice was a little hoarse after leading the chanting of slogans at the factory gate earlier that day.
"Hmph! You Chinese kid who can use magic! I don't care how rich you are! You think you can make us submit? No way! You think you can lay off us old guys? Don't even think about it!"
Old Patton was a typical British redneck; he had no fear of any wealthy authority. As soon as he entered, he plopped down on the sofa, adopting a nonchalant attitude.
Lin Huowang wasn't angry. He even lowered himself and personally poured him a glass of water, saying, "Mr. Barton, don't get agitated. I invited you here not to discuss work."
He gestured to Gao Qiaohao, who stepped forward and placed a small, exquisite blue medicine bottle, about the size of a palm, on the table.
"What is this?" Old Patton frowned.
"Gift."
Lin Huowang smiled and said, "This is a little 'supplement' developed by my biological laboratory. Mr. Barton, you are nearly sixty years old and still working hard for the workers. This thing can help you... return to your peak of twenty years old."
"ha!"
Old Patton scoffed immediately. "What nonsense? Ha! Low-grade! Kid, let me tell you, don't try to fool me. I, Old Patton, have never heard of such a drug!"
"You don't believe me?" Lin Huowang interrupted him. "If you don't believe me, you can take one right here. You'll know for yourself in a few minutes whether it works or not."
"Fine, I'll eat! Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Old Patton stiffened his neck, picked up the medicine bottle, poured out a blue pill, and swallowed it with a "gulp" along with the water Lin Huowang poured!
“Let me tell you! Our car factory has a glorious history and will absolutely not accept an Asian as its owner and leader. Even if you give me gold, I won’t…”
For Patton the Elder, being a proud British worker, especially being elected as a representative of the trade union, made him quite proud and stubborn.
He didn't care about money strategies.
What beautiful trap? He... doesn't have that ability right now.
He was even less afraid of threats and intimidation.
Old Patton couldn't fathom what gave this confident Asian man the confidence to convince him to submit.
"Shhh."
Lin Huowang made a shushing gesture and then said, "Mr. Barton, please wait a few minutes."
Old Patton snorted coldly and continued to sit on the sofa, shouting to himself.
However... three minutes passed...
Suddenly, his expression changed.
A surge of intense heat, which he could only feel in his dreams now, rushed straight down from his abdomen!
"Um?"
Old Patton's complaining stopped abruptly, and he abruptly lowered his head!
The next second, his cloudy old eyes widened as big as copper bells!
"This...this...this!!!"
He felt it!
He felt that sense of loss that had lingered for over a decade, a sense of masculinity that even his wife had mocked... that unreasonable "masculine spirit"!
It...it's back?!
"My God!"
Old Patton jumped up from the sofa and started gesturing excitedly.
He felt the incredibly powerful, almost explosive reaction in his body, and he was so excited he almost cried!
This is hardly a minor health supplement!
This is truly a miracle that only God could perform!
"Mr. Barton, this bottle of medicine is for you. Just go back and get your brothers in the union to stop the strike and fully cooperate with my takeover and reforms."
I promise to provide this miracle drug to you, and several other representatives you designate, free of charge for life. One bottle per month. Believe me, you and your wife... will thank me.
"You are the devil! No! Respected Mr. Lin... you are a messenger sent by God! Actually, I think that the factory has been ruined by those bastards, and if this continues, it will definitely go bankrupt."
"It would be better if you acquired us. As long as you can guarantee that you will provide us employees with relatively good treatment, and even if there are layoffs, you must provide sufficient compensation, I have absolutely no problem with that..."
Old Patton's attitude immediately changed 180 degrees, and he snatched the small blue medicine bottle.
"As for the union? The union is nothing! Mr. Kobayashi! Don't worry! I'm going back right now! Anyone who dares to oppose your acquisition! Anyone who dares not to cooperate with your reforms! I, Old Patton, will be the first to break their legs!"
Old Patton no longer resembles a spoiled "troublemaker" at all; all he wants now is to get home and prove to his wife that he's still a "man."
Then, the second troublemaker, the third troublemaker... the seventh, the eighth... after experiencing initial disdain, the middle stage of drug testing, and finally ecstasy and shock, each of them left the presidential suite with the bottle of "miracle drug," their faces beaming with gratitude.
In less than three hours, the most stubborn and difficult union strike in Leyland's history was completely dismantled by Lin Huowang's blue pill offensive.
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