Godly Farmer

0Bob was very angry. He wasn't a simple person either. He thought that the upper class route would be very useful, but after so many days of absence, he was speechless.    0

    

Ever since he took over the position of president, McKenji's situation did not change at all. If this continued, he probably would not be able to sit in this position for long.    

    

But what could he do? Currently, within the range of his ability, he had people watching him every day, hoping that no one from the Fante would go and cause trouble. Most importantly... no one was going to molest him, or else he would be baptized.    

    

The flour, the most important thing was the flour!    

    

Bob suddenly realized that he had found the wrong target from the very beginning. He shouldn't have caused trouble for the Fante. Even without the Fante, no one would be satisfied with the current food taste.    

    

Humans were like this. Even if the food in the past was eaten until it died, perhaps they wouldn't feel anything, but they had tried something even better. Then, they would be dissatisfied with the current situation. Even the Fante would disappear. This dissatisfaction would continue.    

    

Therefore, whether it was competing with the Fante or to satisfy the consumers, they needed to get the flour as soon as possible.    

    

Since he came from China, then he would go to China to find it!    

    

He believed that the Fante could not seal all the channels. As long as he investigated carefully, he could always find the source of the flour. Even if he had to pay a high price, he had to get the flour.    

    

This was purely a business competition. Fante would not find anyone to molest him anymore, right? Bob thought in shock.    

    

The people who went quickly sent back the news. This kind of flour really couldn't be found, because it came from the Fante's own warehouse. Even if they wanted to buy it, they had to sell it.    

    

Bob was disappointed, but he also heard some good news. Two months later, there would be a lot of wheat of the same quality that would mature, and there would be enough flour for them to buy.    

    

He immediately ordered that it was best to sign a pre-order contract with the local food supplier. Only then could he guarantee that he would get the flour.    

    

Tom was right before. It would only take two to three months. During this period of time, they could lay low for a while, and since they had not completely poured out the McDonald's for such a long time, it would be even more impossible for them, McKenji, to do so.    

    

Just as he had made this plan, he was immediately dissatisfied by a lot of people.    

    

Previously, it was because they blamed Tom for doing nothing and only wanted to wait for three months before doing anything else. That was why they forced Tom to withdraw from his position as the president. Then, what was the difference between Bob and Tom now?    

    

Could it be that one could get everyone's forgiveness just by waiting for three months and the other by waiting for two months?    

    

In fact, in the past month, Bob didn't make any changes that were better than Mr. Tom. Everything was going according to the old path. Why should Bob continue to stay in the position of president?    

    

Bob was really under a lot of pressure at the moment. If he really did not do anything, then the most direct consequence would be getting off the stage like Tom.    

    

There were many people who did not see Tom, but Bob was different. He was good at drilling. After all these years of hard work, there were even more people who did not like him!    

    

It was fine if you did not make a mistake. Once you made a mistake, there would be countless people staring at you. Of course, being useless was also a mistake, especially during the period when Tom had just been kicked off the president's throne.    

    

Bob, who had no other choice, decided to take the risk again. This time, his target was not the Fante store, but the flour sent to the Fante.    

    

It was supposed to be a very easy thing to do. After all, it was the flour, not a cash truck. Even if it was stolen, it would not cause too much of a stir.    

    

The matter went smoothly, and the plot that he arranged was very clever. It was not to rob the flour truck, but a group of people fighting. When they were escaping, they seemed to have hijacked the car by accident.    

    

Of course, the people who were robbed of the car quickly called the police. However, after getting dealt with, they quickly searched, and the car was soon found. However, because the car was thrown onto a highway, the flour in the car seemed to have been moved away.    

    

The police were unwilling to ask about such a damn thing. Anyway, the car had been found. As for the flour, no one knew who had taken it away.    

    

Also, there were countless fights happening every day. Who would know which fellow robbed the car and ran away because of a moment of carelessness?    

    

There was no way to arrest the criminal, and the police were not interested in such a small case.    

    

It seemed that this matter would be left unsettled. Bob also sighed. He could become a director or a screenwriter now.    

    

This cart of flour was just a drop in the bucket, so he racked his brain again, wanting to develop a new script.    

    

He instructed the driver to turn on the meditation music in the car, because this music would allow him to let himself go and enter a relaxed and free state. It would help him carry out more in-depth thinking.    

    

However, before his new script came out, the car suddenly stopped.    

    

"What happened?" Bob asked.    

    

"I don't know, sir," the driver said. There are a few young people fighting in front of us. You know, this kind of thing often happens, but I can't rush over them.    

    

"What the hell? How can there be so much violence in this world?" Bob complained, "We yearn for a peaceful life. We hope that this day will come soon."    

    

Just as he was lamenting, the car door was suddenly opened, and the driver was forcefully pulled out. The car quickly retreated, and then quickly drove into the distance.    

    

"Bastard, where are you taking me?" Bob was shocked. Was he kidnapped?    

    

"Oh, don't worry." The man who robbed the car said in a relaxed tone, "Our boss likes the story you made up. It fits the national situation of America. Two groups of people fought, and then someone took the car and ran away. It seems like the key is the car. Hmm, we'll throw the car by the side of the road in a while. And then, you'll be taken away by another group of people, just like flour. Then the police will come to the conclusion that the person who fought just wanted to borrow the car. At least why did Mr. Bob disappear? He must have gotten lost. "    

    

"Damn it!" Bob cursed in his heart. Sure enough, Bob had come specifically for him. Did this opponent like to play with duplicates? He did not have any self-innovation consciousness at all!    

    

But he quickly calmed down. "Brother, this is different. It is not a big deal that your flour is lost, but if you kidnap me, it will be a big deal."    

    

"Oh, is that so? Will I go to jail? Will I be sentenced to death or life?" The driver smiled and said," Alright, before I get arrested, I have to torture you properly. You are so precious, how much is it worth? "    

    

"Let me make it clear, I didn't steal your flour!" Bob shouted.    

    

"Is that so?" That person smiled and said, "En, alright. I didn't kidnap you either, but you will go to a place with a lot of flour."