Commander Defense in Azur Lane

In ancient times, Han Xin recruited his soldiers, and the more the better. Now, commanders swear to make ship girls, and the more the better!

"Well, Commander, it's getting late. I'll go back first. There's still some work to do later... Don't look at me like that. I'll ask Joan of Arc to come and help." Richelieu said.

"Then take your time. The commander and I will sit here for a while," said Clemenceau.

Richelieu did not doubt it and left on his own.

As soon as Richelieu left, Clemenceau immediately changed from his original sitting position to leaning in Luo Yun's arms.

"Commander, Richelieu is gone."

Luo Yun said with a look of regret: "What a pity. Later I made an appointment with St. Louis and the others to go to the draft site in advance. Otherwise, I could discuss some physiological issues with you here."

Clemenceau was a little confused.

Huh? Where? Here?

Church? Holy church?

No, Commander, you and Yuanchou are having a lot of fun.

Clemenceau immediately understood what Luo Yun said before.

Let’s pray together, this is the guide.

Clemenceau pondered, turning back, should he talk to Musashi and the others first? It was necessary to understand the Commander's XP and other things in advance.

255. Jinna

Luo Yun was invited to the draft, where St. Louis and Ding'an had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Commander... no, it's Mr. Producer, you're really here early. I can tell you take this audition very seriously, right?"

Ding'an took the initiative to step forward and help Luo Yun take off his coat.

Luo Yun nodded: "Yes, after all, it is my debut work, so of course I have to take a good look at the preparations."

"Then Commander, please take a good look at it and make sure you find some flaws so that you can punish me severely."

St. Louis is looking forward to it.

Ding'an looked at St. Louis strangely. If you're not my sister, you won't act anymore, right?

Luo Yun said: "Don't worry, even if there are no problems, there will still be some problems. After all, I am very demanding."

St. Louis gave Luo Yun an approving look: "If the Commander has this heart, then no matter where you go, you will succeed."

No, isn't this a bit strange? This is called finding fault.

However, when Ding'an thought about the punishment he would receive after finding fault, his legs went weak.

Well, it’s better to find fault.

I visited several places and saw signs saying they were under construction.

There was also a little yellow chicken wearing a safety helmet directing and evacuating the surrounding chickens.

"This, there are still three days left, can it be built?"

Luo Yun was puzzled.

Ding'an immediately straightened his back. "Commander, don't doubt our Donghuang's capabilities. Don't worry, we'll have everything ready outside tonight, and then we'll have everything ready inside tomorrow. We'll also work overtime tonight to get the furniture and everything else we need ready."

"The last day, one more day to inspect and refine, to perfection."

Luo Yun said: "Really? Then I have to investigate carefully."

However, Luo Yun was an outsider after all, and could not tell what was good or bad, so he was helpless and could not find any fault.

"Commander, oops, there are still some flaws here. I was so careless that you found them."

Since Luo Yun couldn't find it himself, St. Louis's big hand began to exert force.

She pretended to be annoyed and pointed to a place.

Luo Yun immediately responded: "Yeah, why are you so careless? Why are the firefighting facilities here empty? Where are the things inside?"

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Producer. I'll correct it right away," St. Louis apologized.

Luo Yun said righteously, "As the saying goes, when you see a cockroach, there must be more cockroaches in places you can't see... So, from the small to the big, Miss St. Louis, your construction safety is not guaranteed. What if a major accident occurs and the barbarians suffer heavy casualties?"

St. Louis said anxiously, "But these barbarians are just robots."

"Does a robot's life matter? I'm so angry! When will the little yellow chicken stand up?" Luo Yun didn't listen to St. Louis's explanation at all. "This matter is very difficult to handle. I have no way to explain it to everyone."

St. Louis looked humiliated: "Then, what should I do? Mr. Producer, please teach me."

Luo Yun showed a smug smile, then gently stroked St. Louis's blue hair and said meaningfully: "I'm very angry now."

St. Louis was filled with shock and anger. “I really misjudged you about this kind of thing. I won’t give in.”

Ding'an remained silent, but his expression became increasingly strange.

This is really a fancy way of playing, and why do I find it so inexplicably interesting?

Should I try it myself with the Commander later? However, if I just imitated St. Louis, I would be inferior. By then, I would need to think carefully and create a script that is unique to me.

Anyway, it can't be like this... The Commander is the producer, and St. Louis is the sponsor. How can a producer control the sponsor so easily?

While Ding'an was thinking, the script over there was still going on.

Luo Yun said leisurely, "I heard something happened to Miss St. Louis's family? Her property has been transferred to someone else's name? Now she's just working for that person? And she can only live by his wishes?"

Ding'an realized, can patches be applied here?

St. Louis became visibly nervous: "How did you know?"

Then he took a deep breath and said with all his strength, "Even if that's the case, I'm not someone a mere producer like you can control."

As if to give himself some confidence, he even straightened his chest with great confidence.

Luo Yun smiled and said, "You are so confident, Miss St. Louis... But you know what? The boss behind you and I have a life-long friendship. He told me all these things. Don't you understand what he means?"

Looking at St. Louis's visibly pale face, Luo Yun said, "So, Miss St. Louis, you don't want to mess up this matter, disappoint that person, and then cause you sisters to end up on the streets, right?"

Ding'an took out a small notebook and wrote it down.

I understand. When you're out in the world, your identity is your own, so you have to learn to always respond to your commander's whims...

St. Louis: "Well, whatever you want..."

Luo Yun also smiled proudly.

Although a lot of steps were skipped in the middle, it would be better to let this noble sponsor gradually submit to me... However, time is tight, there is no time for a long speech, so I should speed up, skip, skip!

"So, next door is the already installed dressing room. It was built in advance so everyone can get accustomed to the venue... Let's go there and have a good talk about Miss St. Louis's atonement, shall we?"

Luo Yunqiang pulled St. Louis into the room.

St. Louis patted Luo Yun's arm anxiously: "Are you crazy? Someone could come here at any time, at least, at least..."

Before he could finish his words, he was pulled into the room.

Ding'an, who was left outside: "..."

Then Luo Yun opened the door, stuck his head out, and whispered, "Come over anytime and knock on the door..."

After saying that, he closed the door again.

Ding'an: "..."

See? Am I part of your play? This is really outrageous.

Ding'an sighed. What else could he do? Since the commander said so, then he would just spoil her.

I just happened to finish my important business first and will come back soon. Anyway, the commander said I can come anytime.

Thinking about Luo Yun's outrageous fighting ability, Ding'an also calculated the time.

…………

"Mr. Producer, are you there? Seriously, where are you and St. Louis?"

Ding'an pretended to know nothing. After walking around for a while, he completed all the remaining cleanup work and then came to the scene of the incident.

At this moment, St. Louis was enduring cruel punishment just across the door. The legendary impact force of the 100-ton king was not in vain.

The moment he heard the knock on the door, St. Louis' eyes rolled up.

The feeling that moment gave Luo Yun was so great that he gritted his teeth.

"Mr. Producer, are you in there?"

"I'm here, wait a minute, I'm here, changing my clothes."

Luo Yun's voice sounded a little strange.

Ding'an was helpless, but for the commander's happiness, he could only continue to knock on the door and said:

"Where's Miss St. Louis?"

"I don't know where she went... Maybe she got some temporary job?"

"Since Miss St. Louis isn't here, let me tell you first. There are still some areas that can be improved regarding this venue. Also, there are some other issues..."

As he spoke, he began his long speech, and as he spoke, he no longer knew what he was talking about.

Ding'an also has a slightly elevated body temperature.

After all, there is only a door between them, so no matter how St. Louis covers his mouth, he can still hear the sound... Don't underestimate the hearing of the ship girl!

What's more, the rhythmic knocking on the door also made Ding'an realize how fierce the battle inside was.

Suddenly, a sound like crying was heard.

Then there was a sudden silence.

Ding'an curled his lips, and feeling that there was no resistance when pushing the door, he walked in.

Sure enough, after receiving Luo Yun's education, St. Louis knew that there must be no flaws or carelessness in his work, and he also knew how to rectify the situation on site later.

Luo Yun's eloquence was also very good, and he made St. Louis feel regretful and almost cried bitterly, with many tears flowing.

"It seems that Miss St. Louis knows her mistake?"

Ding'an teased St. Louis deliberately.

Luo Yun said, "Hey, give our Miss St. Louis some time. She is repenting now... Let her take it easy. If you have anything to say, go to the office first."

Ding'an also nodded.

She was also a little unhappy.

How can you be happy while I get nothing?

I really shouldn't have done that... I was doing the work.

So Ding'an took Luo Yun to the temporary office.

There are quite a few drawings hanging on the wall, and there is a computer and some seals on the table.

Of course, they are all props, and they are only there to create a sense of ceremony. Ding'an usually works at home.

"Mr. Producer, this place is a bit messy. Please find a chair and sit down."

Ding'an said.

Luo Yun nodded and sat on the sofa.

Ding'an looked at him ingratiatingly, then said with a wry smile, "How do you think about what happened last time?"

"Last time? What happened? I don't remember it clearly." Luo Yun was puzzled.

Ding'an gritted his teeth. He had just walked around outside, but it wasn't like he didn't think about anything.

There is now a great way for the Commander to fulfill his role.

"Mr. Producer, you have to understand that although you ideally want to make a great show, we have to consider practical matters. Whether it can bring profits to my company is the most important thing."

Ding'an said.

Luo Yun realized it, understood it. St. Louis was over, and Ding'an was about to begin again. So he said with an embarrassed look:

“But those girls really tried their best.”

Ding An said, "Even if I try hard, success isn't guaranteed. I need to get what I want... or rather, can those girls bring any visible short-term income to my company? After all, it's not easy to make an idol famous, not to mention whether it will succeed in the end."