Chapter 602: The Old Fox

Since early in the morning, there has been low pressure hovering over the Silence, and it seems that a storm will usher in at any moment.

Everyone on the boat became tense, even walking close to the wall, not daring to breathe loudly.

On the lower deck, however, it was a different situation. Everyone walked like their butts were on fire, walking in small steps.

Especially in the kitchen, it was so anxious that it was about to catch fire, and I wished I could put wheels on my feet.

"Hurry up, take the ingredients to the kitchen..."

"Hurry up to move the ice over there, the fish in the incubator is almost cooked! The fish is not fresh, how do you ask me to cook!"

"You guys, don't just stand there, move quickly and help me! The boss is already waiting!"

In the confinement room of the Silence, Mr. Muller was lying in front of the window, looking at the scene of chaos outside, which was inexplicably familiar.

According to experience, he knew that the great Mr. Demon King must be in a bad mood, so these people became nervous.

Yang Ji commanded outside the door for a while, but the effect was not great, so he could only increase the amount with his hands, and shook his head to show that he was helpless.

"What's the matter? Your Excellency Nanming seems to be angry?" Mr. Muller asked a mercenary guarding the door. The mercenary didn't answer, but Yang Ji who came over answered: "Probably the back-to-school syndrome... Wait, how do you know Mr. Nan is angry?"

Nan Ming was losing his temper, but Yang Ji didn't want to tell Mr. Muller the real reason, but how could Mr. Muller know that Nan Ming was losing his temper?

"This scene is too familiar." Mr. Muller said.

Yang Ji ordered the mercenary to open the door, walked in, and said to Mr. Muller: "Yesterday we talked about Debitz's financial distribution and several important accounts. Let's continue today. By the way, these accounts have been cleared." gone."

Mr. Muller was still wearing bandages, but his expression was normal, and he didn’t find it strange when he heard this, because he was always on the verge of being betrayed. This family had long practiced the ability to run away. Everything I know is probably outdated.

But at least there is reference value, and you can find some common patterns.

Worried that Mr. Muller would be eliminated, Yang Ji could not deliver Mr. Muller to the hospital in the Philippines, so he reluctantly used some of his own strategic reserves—some emergency supplies strengthened by Nanming.

At this time, Mr. Muller had almost fully recovered, and he immediately showed his worth, telling all the secrets he knew about the Eslagon family.

His cooperative attitude, coupled with the performance of saving Nan Ming before, made Yang Ji trust him and gave him limited freedom.

"Mr. Yang Ji, with all due respect, you and your colleagues don't know how to serve important people." Mr. Muller pointed to the bustling crowd outside the door and said, "And I have studied the business of Your Excellency Nan Ming, and I think he He didn’t make the best use of everything, otherwise his life would be much more comfortable than it is now.”

"Why did you say that?" Yang Ji was stunned.

"It's hard to imagine that such a big man still needs to worry about his own trivial matters." Mr. Muller said, "I have a request."

Yang Ji frowned.

"Since more than a hundred years ago, the Eslagon-Ming family has been the top richest family. Our family has served the Eslagon-Ming family for four generations. Each generation has undergone strict butler and maid training. While the people of the Eslagon-Ming family provide the most thoughtful service, they can also manage their properties and coordinate various things for them. I hope to have this honor to serve Your Excellency Nan Ming."

Just as Yang Ji was about to speak, the colonel scrambled down from the top and said to everyone: "Five minutes, if you don't serve the food in five minutes, you will be beheaded!"

Suddenly, the lower cabin became even more chaotic.

Yang Ji stood silently for a while, opened the door, stood by the door, and made a gesture of please.

Mr. Muller bowed slightly, put on the suit hanging next to him, tidied it up, took a breath, and walked out steadily.

"Listen to me now, put down the ice first, that fish...is no longer fresh, throw it away!"

The chef, who was about to handle the fish, was speechless.

"Any stale ingredients can't enter the master's mouth. Don't overheat the seafood soup just to be in a hurry. Who is the chef? You are the chef? Prepare some sweets for me, and put them delicately, very good... The one who makes potato stew over there, this kind of junk food also wants to enter the master's mouth, do you want to be thrown into the sea to feed the sharks?"

"I... I'm preparing the crew's food!" the ex-chef horrified.

"Then continue." Mr. Muller walked past Yang Ji with a tray, and said to Yang Ji: "Mr. Yang Ji, please buckle up your buttons."

"Oh? Oh!" Yang Ji rolled down his sleeves and fastened them tightly.

"I mean the neckline." Mr. Miller strode away.

Yang Ji was worried, and hurriedly followed, adjusting his collar and cuffs as he walked.

Although he was already a prisoner and even had bandages on his body, Mr. Muller's handsome appearance made him deeply impressed by Alexander.

"Mr. Yang Ji, instead of worrying about me, you might as well look for the missing Italian chef. As long as he has a meal, he can calm the master's anger."

On the deck, Nan Ming stood beside the boat blowing the wind, his brows were tightly frowned, and his face was full of displeasure.

Barton and Turkey stood beside them tremblingly, ready to bear Nan Ming's anger.

"Sir, please use dessert." Mr. Muller handed over the tray, and Nan Ming took a piece casually and put it in his mouth. He didn't have any special expression, but his frown slowly relaxed.

Not because it's delicious, but because sweets calm anger.

"Sir, we have sent people to look for Mr. Marcello, the independent chef of NIGI, and we will find him soon. We will hire Mr. Marcello to join our chef team." Mr. Muller said, "In addition, the kitchen is working Prepare the most delicious seafood soup, because these seafood are the freshest, so it is more troublesome to handle, please wait a moment."

Nan Ming nodded, turned his head, saw that it was Mr. Muller, and was taken aback for a moment: "Is it you?"

"It's me, sir." Mr. Muller stood upright. "Please allow me to serve you."

Nan Ming pursed his lips noncommittally, and Mr. Muller bowed and said, "I'll go to the kitchen to rush for the food, and I'll be here right away."

Yang Ji watched in amazement, Nan Ming seldom got angry, but when he got angry, it was hard to calm down.

It's really strange that Mu Le temporarily stopped Nan Ming's anger.

But he was more puzzled: "When did we send someone to find the chef of NIGI?"

"This is your business, do you want Master Nanming to be disappointed?" Mr. Muller looked at Yang Ji and smiled.

In front of Nan Ming, Mr. Muller was a docile servant, but at this moment, Mr. Muller was like a cunning old fox.

Yang Ji pointed at Mr. Muller and wanted to speak, but he didn't say anything. He turned around and ran away: "Colonel? Colonel! Get out of here and send someone right away..."

Mr. Muller stood in the corner and calmed down his mind a bit. In this world, if anyone can deal with the Eslagon-Ming family and avenge him and his relatives who died unjustly over the years, there is only one People, the legendary Great Demon King!

Even if he is the Great Demon King, so what if he is destined to destroy the world? Having lost his family, he has nothing left.

What's even more tragic is that Magda was even executed by him himself.

She begged him like that, wanting him to wake up, but he turned a deaf ear to it, because at that time, he just wanted to serve the Eslagon family.

Looking back now, it was like an unspeakable nightmare.

"The Great Demon King is the master I will serve in the future. It is my honor to be able to serve the Great Demon King..." Mr. Muller stood in the corner, repeating these words slowly, over and over again, as if he was convincing himself , or hypnotizing myself, allowing myself to find the purpose of life again.

He has long since lost his dignity, and he is not afraid of serving others. He is only afraid that he does not have the courage to live.

He must have revenge.

In this world, there is only one person who can avenge him.

Nan Ming's personality is simple and optimistic, and it's not difficult to understand. No matter why Nan Ming loses his temper, the frustration of not catching Miss Abi must be one of them.

At this time, if you want Nan Ming to regain a good mood, relying on delicious food is only a temporary solution, not a permanent cure.

Frustration, only a sense of accomplishment can offset.

Barton and Turkey walked down with their heads drooping. Muller stopped them and asked, "Why did the master lose his temper?"

"Boss wants to drive the Silence back to China, but I dismantled the gas turbine, and the Silence can't move now..." Barton grinned, trying to laugh, but it was uglier than crying, "But it's all turkeys, anyway, it can be done Come out with magnetic fluid thrusters, the previous gas turbines are useless, and we need some coils..."

"Then I didn't ask you to dismantle the original coil of the gas turbine!" Turkey was furious.

"It's all my fault, I made the boss angry..."

Barton drooped his head, sometimes he was too easy to be persuaded.

It is not surprising that the researchers from Liang Yeluzi are not so rigorous in their work.

Nan Ming was not so easy to get angry, but as Mr. Muller said, it is not so easy to dispel frustration, and there must always be a channel to vent.

"So that's it, I understand." Mr. Muller turned and walked back to Nanming's side, bowed and said, "Sir, the two gentlemen just asked me to tell you that they will be able to solve the problem of ship propulsion within two days, and After refitting, the speed of the ship will be greatly increased, and the lost two days will definitely be recovered!"

From Manila Port to Dongbin City, it takes more than 7 hours to transfer by plane, not counting the energy wasted going back and forth. It takes more than 2,400 kilometers to travel by sea. According to the cruising speed of the Silence at 18 knots, it will take more than 60 hours. , about three days.

And if the speed of the Silence can be increased to save two days, it means that the cruising speed is at least three times that of the original, at least 50 knots.

This is already an almost impossible speed for warships. So far, the maximum speed of large warships is only more than 30 knots!

"Really?" Nan Ming was overjoyed.

"Yes, the two gentlemen said that if they can't do it, they will jump into the sea and feed the sharks." Mr. Muller could see Patton and Turkey gesturing out of the corner of their eyes. They definitely didn't say that!

Mr. Muller shrugged. Anyway, if he couldn't do it, he wasn't the one who jumped into the sea. At least the Great Demon King is in a good mood now.

"Oh! It's dead!" Barton and Turkey looked desperate. (To be continued.)