jdhmnovel Chapter 461 Scott's "Plot"
Chapter 461 Scott's "Plot"
In the office on Sunday.
The specialist sent by the market development department has arrived and is now standing in front of Sunday.
"Are you the current head of Pinocene?"
"How bad must Director Eve's judgment be to have chosen someone like you?"
"If anyone's going to choose, it should be me!"
Scott was so arrogant, his nostrils flaring, that he was practically burning through the roof.
After all, he was representing the company's marketing department at Pinocchio this time, and he was personally appointed by the head of the marketing department, Oswaldo.
This made Scott incredibly awesome.
“Mr. Scott, Ms. Eve has her own ideas.” Sunday put down the documents in his hand.
"Your company's market development department has reached an agreement with Pinocene, but you still need to negotiate the specific investment projects yourselves."
"Hmph, that's all the family head is capable of."
After saying that, Scott prepared to leave his office for next Sunday.
Wait, something's not right..."
As he walked, Scott suddenly stopped and turned around, his small eyes darting around wildly behind his sunglasses.
“Mr. Sunday, if it’s about discussing cooperation, there’s no need to invite me here. We can just do it via virtual video.”
"So that means you have another purpose in asking me to come here, right?" Scott's lips curled into a wild smile.
He felt something was off from the very beginning.
After all, he's representing the supervisor now!
On Sunday, she smiled slightly and said, "As expected of a professional company specialist, my judgment in choosing people was indeed correct."
"Would you be interested in participating in the Holy Grail War?" Sunday asked directly.
"W-what? The Holy Grail War? That Holy Grail War! The one Pinocchio is advertising everywhere, the Holy Grail that can grant any wish?"
Scott immediately became excited.
He had heard about the Holy Grail long ago, but unfortunately, all participants in the Holy Grail War had to be chosen ones.
It's unlikely that someone like him, who put family aside for the greater good, was hardworking, diligent, and made significant contributions to the company, will ever appear again.
“Yes, Mr. Scott, that’s exactly what you’re thinking of.”
"I currently have one private spot available that can directly make you a Master."
"What does Mr. Scott think?"
“Of course I… wait, no!” Scott was about to agree, but suddenly realized something was wrong.
There's no such thing as a free lunch; there's definitely something fishy going on here.
“Mr. Sunday, as you know, is extremely loyal to the company.” Scott immediately looked around to make sure there were no hidden surveillance cameras.
“I respect Mr. Scott’s loyalty, but I think only Mr. Scott could do this.”
"Don't worry, this is something only the two of us know about." Sunday's tone was very serious.
Scott thought for a moment, then said, "Oh, I get it! You're trying to win me over, right?"
"They want to use this competition spot to bribe me in order to profit from the investment!"
“Mr. Sunday, you’re finished! I’m definitely going to report you to the company, and then I can get promoted and make a fortune! Hahahahahaha!” Scott put his hands on his hips, his lips curling up to the sky.
On Sunday, he helplessly covered his forehead.
“Mr. Scott, haven’t you ever thought about bigger ambitions?” Sunday asked rhetorically.
“Greater ambitions? For example?” Scott asked.
“For example, positions of senior management in the company,” Sunday continued.
"You might get promoted by reporting others, but in your supervisor's eyes you'll become a villain. He's not clean himself, so how could he possibly value you?"
"And you can only get promoted by reporting others."
"this......."
Scott hesitated when faced with the prospect of Sunday.
"So you have a way to get me promoted?" Scott asked.
“Of course, for example, the Holy Grail,” Sunday said earnestly.
“That makes sense!” Scott immediately realized.
"If I had the Holy Grail, I, Scott, could rise to the high position of P45, the head of headquarters!" Scott fantasized.
On Sunday, he sighed in exasperation, "You didn't even consider being on equal footing with someone as important as 'Diamond'..."
"Fine, then the Holy Grail War..."
“Of course,” Scott said immediately. “But Mr. Sunday, there must be a price to pay, right?”
"Tell me, what do you need my help with?"
“You’re a smart man, Mr. Scott,” Sunday said with a smile.
"The Holy Grail War is being held for the first time in Pinocchio, which means it has many uncertainties."
"For example, it's normal for someone to die in the Holy Grail War, right?"
"You..." Scott was immediately taken aback.
I never expected to have such thoughts on a Sunday.
"So, who does Mr. Sunday want to get rid of?"
“Everyone,” Sunday said directly.
“Everyone?” Scott was even more shocked. “Are you serious?”
"As far as I know, Director Eve is also participating, right?"
“That’s right.” Sunday nodded. “Everyone I’m talking about includes her.”
"What... what exactly do you want to do?" Scott was completely shocked.
"I want to build a carefree paradise, but everyone is stopping me."
“They even tried to humiliate me by making me go back to Pinocchio and work for them.”
“It’s a disgrace, so I’m always thinking about killing them.”
"Now, this opportunity has come."
"The Holy Grail War is the best opportunity."
He spoke vividly on Sunday, his expression revealing no trace of pretense.
"So that's how it is, such perseverance... I, Scott, acknowledge you!" Scott listened to Sunday's words and shed tears of emotion.
Unexpectedly, there are people in this world who are just like him, enduring hardship and biding their time, all for the sake of final success.
“Mr. Sunday, I promise you, I will help you with this.”
"However, I still have one question: why did you come to me?"
“Pinocone has so many capable people… it’s not that I’m not capable, it’s just that you’re looking for me?” Scott was a little confused.
"Because I know that we are the only ones on the same path."
"Furthermore, right now, only your market development department can be trusted at Pinocone."
“Whether it’s Star Train or the Strategic Investment Department, they’re all in cahoots. Right now, at Pinocchio, you’re the only person I can trust, Mr. Scott.” Sunday’s words were very sincere.
"Hmm..." Scott was thinking.
That's right, if they want to take action secretly on Sunday, their only ally is their market development department.
After all, all the forces within Pinocchio are now in cahoots with the Strategic Investment Department.
That makes sense now that he contacted me.
On Sunday, he continued, "Furthermore, I believe that the market development department, not the strategic investment department, should be the one that truly holds the reins of the company."
"Only the market development department can lead the company and the universe into the future."
"So Mr. Scott, I need your help."
"Hahahaha, Sunday, you have a good eye. As a lone wolf, I don't need allies, but seeing how sincere you are, these things are no problem."
Scott burst into laughter upon hearing the praise.
“But how can I guarantee I’ll win, Mr. Sunday?” Scott worried again.
"Don't worry, Mr. Scott, I can provide you with the necessary assistance when needed."
"For example, right now, I can let you summon heroic spirits in advance, take the initiative, and catch them off guard."
"Furthermore, I can guarantee that the heroic spirit you summon is an extremely powerful native heroic spirit!"
“Great, Mr. Sunday, you’ve thought of everything perfectly.” Scott exclaimed excitedly.
On Sunday, he handed Scott an envelope with a spell on it.
The moment the envelope touched Scott's wrist, the command was imprinted on his hand.
"I feel boundless power!" Scott was trembling all over.
"Respond to the call of the Holy Grail, heed this will and this reason, answer me!"
Scott shouted, and a magic circle lit up beneath his feet.
Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man in a gray suit came out.
"Until the Holy Grail War ends, please refer to me temporarily as 'Greddy,' the producer."
"Until the Holy Grail War ends, he should address you by the codename 'Assassin.'"
“You’re right. The name Greedy is worthless in Pinocchio these days, so it’s best not to mention it.”
“You’ve finally got a second chance at life, it’s time to put away your fragile ego, Director,” Sunday said.
"Your name represents your past and can also reveal your weaknesses. It's smart to keep your information hidden from your competitors."
"This is my Heroic Spirit? How come it's a director?" Scott was somewhat disappointed.
I thought his spirit was some kind of combat hero, the kind that could defeat everything in the world, but I never expected it to be a director.
What kind of powerful heroic spirit is this?
“Mr. Scott, don’t underestimate him.”
"In terms of pure strength, you are indeed no match for this monster and his accomplices. However, you have now undergone a complete transformation."
"As a Master, the key to survival lies in making good use of the summoned Heroic Spirits... 'Servants,' and harnessing their unique abilities known as 'Noble Phantasms.'"
"And this one is a famous director in Pinocchio's history."
"He will receive a terrifying boost when fighting on Pinocchio's home turf."
"And his Noble Phantasm is also extremely overpowered," Sunday explained.
“I see.” Scott nodded in satisfaction.
"As per your instructions, Master, my Noble Phantasm has already been aimed at those you have invited. I can keep track of their movements from you at any time."
With a wave of his hand, Assassin conjured four television screens in front of Scott, each displaying the situation of one of the other contestants.
Scott immediately became arrogant, "Well done, Assassin. With such convenient capabilities, we're sure to gain the upper hand!"
"Those who intend to accept the 'invitation' and join the Holy Grail War are already under the constant watchful eye of my Noble Phantasm. Producer, which one do you intend to check out first?"
"My producer, time is precious. Let's quickly check on the situation of the other participants."
"Okay, okay! Let me see who's here."
Scott chose the first television.
The scene then shifts and freezes on the Star Train.
Pam was sweeping the floor with a small broom, muttering to herself:
"Which passenger littered again? When I catch him, I'll make him copy the train hygiene rules a hundred times!"
"Hmm? Pinocchio's first 'Holy Grail War'... and they're inviting the Star Train to participate? Perhaps the Star Passengers would be interested in something like this, something to join in the fun."
"Hmm, she doesn't seem to be here. Perhaps we should hand her over to March and Danheng passengers—wait! Why is Pam's hand covered in graffiti!"
"Wipe...it's not clean? Who played this prank?"
Scott was shocked when he saw this.
"Tsk, this is truly morally reversible! Animals from the Star Train are actually qualified to participate in the competition...?"
“Producer, do you need me to handle this first?” Assassin asked.
Scott shook his head. "No need. It's just an animal; it won't cause any trouble."
"Let's use our limited resources on other people."
Scott chose the next television set.
The image above has now changed to a hotel room.
Jade and gold dust appear in the picture.
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"The 'Holy Grail' can only satisfy one lucky individual, while 'Ciyu Pawnbroking'... no, the company's 'Strategic Investment Department' can fulfill the wishes of all of them."
"Our future strategy needs more friends."
The two were talking about the Holy Grail War. The scene only showed the last two sentences, but it was clear that Sandstone had obtained the Command Seals.
“This is… people from the ‘Strategic Investment Department’ are joining too?!” Scott was somewhat surprised.
I didn't expect it to escalate into internal company conflict so quickly.
"It seems the producer knows them?" Assassin asked.
Sunday then spoke up: "Mr. Scott, are you scared? As a member of the 'Market Development Department,' they can't interfere in your affairs, can they?"
Scott scoffed, "Of course I'm not afraid."
"Besides, with you as my inside man, I'll naturally slaughter them all without leaving a single survivor!! Hahahaha!!"
"A tiny strategic investment department? How laughable! Watch me, Lord Lone Wolf!! Hahahaha!!" Scott laughed sinisterly.
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