Dragon Lord Crane Smith novel Chapter 42

"Dude, how did you offend Mr. Byrne, he's not a nice guy."

The young guard asked in a low voice.

The older security guard also looked over, filled with curiosity.

The planning department was all elite, the young man in front of them can be among them, he must have a certain ability, but for no reason he was fired on the first day, so the two security guards believed the Crane had offended Mr. Byrne.

In response, Crane couldn't help but shrug his shoulders and said, "I'm also curious to the reason."

Indeed, he was also trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

The younger security guard nodded slightly and persuaded, "Mr. Byrne's temper is relatively good, but he is rather calculating, if you can give him something he likes, like ......"

He rubbed his two fingers together, the meaning was clear, it was the dollars.

Crane's face changed abruptly.

This was not a good temper, but a man who loved money.

But to the younger security guard's admonition, Crane nodded slightly and said, "Many thanks."

In any case, he was always kind and well-intentioned, and Crane was not someone who was ungracious.

When he went up to the tenth floor, Crane saw the staff coming and going busily, and it was obvious that they were all the elites of the planning department.

The main scope of the Saunders’ business is in the area of instruments, and the astronomical amount of money invested each year is what creates the Saunders ability in construction to be very average.

The planning department here belongs to the newest establishment, and when Finley sent down the word, it started to get busy with architectural design, trying to take over the urban village construction project.

Crane's eyesight was good, and with a casual glance, he saw the designs in those people's hands, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

"The Saunders’ background in the construction field is far less than the Scott, so if this continues, we'll let the Scott completely win."

He had thought of this, he just hadn't expected the Saunders’ elite to be so bad at architectural design.

The Saunders had temporary intention to compete for the urban village construction project, and thus build up a team in a short time, which was why the so called elite was at this average level.

"But with that one coming, I don't think it should be a problem to deal with a mere Scott."

When Crane thought about it, he asked where the office of Mr. Byrne was, and then went over.

At this moment, Elijah Byrne was sipping tea and teasing his secretary at the same time. When he heard the knock on the door, he was displeased.

"I'll get the door."

The secretary wanted to get dressed and go to the door, but was stopped by him, "Let him wait outside. Since he dare to hang up on me, I will let him learn the lesson."

"Oh, he is really stupid, everyone knows that your uncle is the major shareholder of the Saunders Group. Offending you is equivalent to offending the entire the Saunders Group, wanting to stay and work is simply a delusion."

The secretary was in no hurry, even uncovering her upper collar to reveal her skin.

Elijah Byrne said proudly, "Not only that, my uncle has made a deal with Bernard Scott, as long as I help him solve this guy, Bernard Scott will assist us in seeking the position of that old man Finley. At that time, I will be the president, and you can be the president's wife."

"But what about your wife?"

The secretary asked. Elijah remembered his faded old wife at home and suddenly gave a cold hum, "When I become the president of the Saunders Group, no, the Byrne, how will I continue to live together with that old woman, certainly I will be with you."

"Mr. Byrne, no, Boss Byrne, you're naughty."

The secretary was pleased to hear that and her body was conquered by Elijah, just short of putting on a big show.

"Bang!"

Just then, the door was pushed open with a slam.

The secretary was so shocked that she got up and hid behind the sofa, and Elijah had a gloomy face, zipping up the zipper, before looking at the door.

"You're Crane?"

He said with extreme displeasure.