Confrontation in the abyss

"Dean, do you have any ideas?" Yang Jin looked at his son, the debate stopped for a while, everyone was very interested in the opinion of this 'Prince of Diamonds'.

Zhou Cho knew that he had to be careful with every word he said, not to show too much factional bias, and what he said must not lack practical meaning.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded in the ear canal, is it Leslie?Elvis.It appears that Interpol's information unit is listening to this boardroom.

"The amount of investment and the person in charge are another story. I just want to make sure that this diamond mine is worth the money we spent to buy it. I don't want to spend a lot of money to buy a diamond mine that has been emptied out." Zhou Chou Turning on his mobile phone, there was a message from Leila on it. He read the data in the message, and then questioned the value of the diamond mine again.

Yang Jin nodded frequently after listening.

After the meeting, Zhou Cho returned to the office.

Leila walked in and threw a piece of information on Zhou Zhou's desk in a rude manner: "Hey, the company has hired a new director of the information department, do you want to have a routine talk with him?"

"Okay." Zhou Cho pressed his brow and opened the folder.When he saw the photo on the file, he turned his face away and laughed.

He picked up the phone and told his secretary, "Please call Leslie Elvis, the director of the information department, to my office."

The boldness of their New York branch actually sent the most elite talents to his side.

A few minutes later, Leslie walked in.This was the first time Zhou Zhao saw him in a suit and tie.

His expression was always rational and calm, as if Zhou Cho was nothing more than a pile of data in front of him.

"Hello, Leslie? Ives." Naturally, he had to do a full set of acting, Zhou Cho looked as if he had never seen Leslie before, "I'm Dean? Yang."

Leslie's fingertips were as cold as he felt.

"Good morning sir."

"I'm just curious why a senior talent in information management like you would choose us Yang's? You must know that we are a jewelry company." Zhou Zhao looked at Leslie.He had seen this man when he was recuperating in Switzerland. Everything about him was as distant as the snow-capped mountains in Switzerland, and therefore had a hint of mystery.

"Because you're going to need me."

This sentence is a pun, and now I need Leslie's help no matter whether I am Dean or Zhou Choo.His speed at grasping information is astounding.

"Then, I hope we can cooperate happily."

If Leslie becomes a member of the company, it will be more convenient and natural for me to communicate with him in many cases.And Leslie can also have a more detailed grasp of the entire Yang Corporation including its partners.

"By the way, Leslie." Zhou Choo asked casually, "May I ask if you know how to do kickboxing, taekwondo, boxing or other sports?"

Leslie didn't answer, just looked at Zhou Choo silently.

"After get off work, do you want to find a place to discuss it?"

"I'm very busy, Mr. Yang." The moment Leslie got up, Zhou Tzu reached out and clasped his wrist and pressed his palm back on the table, but he didn't expect Leslie to hold Zhou Tzu's wrist with his left hand, a very A skillful force made Zhou Cho lose his center of gravity, and then he drew back.

Zhou Cho stared at him blankly, showing an expression of appreciation: "So you are so good!"

Zhou Cho had to say that his understanding of the information team had always been to sit in the office of the branch and watch the computer, but Leslie's skill made him look at the information team with admiration.

"It seems that it is not a rumor that you are better than Gwen?"

Leslie couldn't read the expression on his face, "Mr. Yang, you are Dean now? Yang."

"Okay, Leslie." Zhou Zhao was a little depressed, he really wanted to have the opportunity to compete with Leslie.

"And I'm the CIO of the company now." Leslie turned to leave.

Zhou Cho felt a little resentful, he should have learned his skills when he was in Switzerland.

Also thanks to that project, Zhou Chou will go to South Africa to inspect diamond mines in person.Accompanying him is Layla, his personal assistant and bodyguard.

"I don't know what you need to protect a diamond mine in South Africa."

When Zhou Zhao saw Leila's oversized suitcase, he wondered whether the purpose of his business trip was business or vacation.

"Don't you know that the law and order in South Africa is not good? When a gangster puts a dagger on your lower back, I can save you."

"Aha, I can save myself."

"No, no, no," Leila shook her fingers, "You are the heir of the Yang family now, don't be so tough. You should act like you need someone to protect you every day."

"Okay, okay." Zhou Zhao glanced at the ten-centimeter high-heeled shoes under Leila's feet, and suddenly felt that the gangster's dagger was even more terrifying.

After getting on the plane and entering the first-class cabin, the first thing Zhou Cho did when he sat down was to put on the blindfold and go to sleep.Leila was sitting in the seat behind him, probably reading some fashion magazine.

"It's a pleasure to be on the plane with you, Dean."

A mocking voice sounded in Zhou Cho's ear, the speaker was very close to his ear, and the warm breath sprayed around Zhou Cho's ear.This tone of voice is so deliberately ambiguous, there is only one person.

Zhou Chou took off his blindfold and turned around, and it really was Anson Lorenzo.

"Mr. Lorenzo? Why are you on this plane?"

"To go to Johannesburg." Anson smiled, picked up the magazine and started to read it.

Zhou Cho's drowsiness was completely gone.Wherever he went, as long as he was involved with Anson Lorenzo, he would have bad luck.

"Are you going to inspect the diamond mine?" Anson asked casually.

"Yes. Where is Don Lorenzo?"

"Me? Of course I follow you. Remember I told you that I am very interested in diamond mining."

Of course Zhou Cho would not be so stupid as to take An Sen's words seriously.This guy is probably going to South Africa to talk about his black business.Zhou Tzu turned his head slowly, pretending to move his neck to look at Leila behind him.The other party looked at the newspaper with a leisurely look.The finger brushes the brow, this action means to Zhou Zhou to "be patient".

Honestly, what if it wasn't against Dean at the moment?With Yang's identity, he must have beaten the scourge beside him.

After the plane took off and stabilized, the stewardess pushed the drinks to the first-class cabin.

It was only then that Zhou Cho noticed that there was a bottle of luxury red wine on the cart, which was definitely not a luxury that would be provided on the plane.

The stewardesses on this flight should have seen countless people. Unexpectedly, they were still fascinated by Ansen's stinky skin. When they put down the wine glass, they couldn't help but stare at his eyebrows.

"Two wine glasses, please." Anson had long been indifferent to other people's attention, and smiled like a hypocrite.

"Oh, okay." The stewardess smiled sweetly, and put another wine glass in front of Zhou Chou.

After the red wine is opened, it needs to oxidize slightly for a short period of time.

The stewardess waited quietly and poured wine for them wearing gloves when the time came.

Anson's fingers were slender, and the gesture of shaking the wine glass was indeed like art.He savored the fragrance of the red wine, and the leisurely complacency between his brows was not a disguise.

After a year of "training", Zhou Cho can naturally taste that this glass of wine is indeed top-quality.

"Guess the year of production?" Anson looked sideways, with a lazy expression, "I heard that you are a master of wine tasting."

Zhou Cho raised his eyebrows, you want to test me?

Appreciating the color of the red wine carefully, sniffing it lightly, and taking a sip, Zhou Thou closed his eyes and let the red wine flow on his tongue, "Mmm... French Latour, [-]."

Anson clapped his hands: "Good taste."

"Actually, I was a little surprised when I tasted it in my mouth. I thought that Mr. Lorenzo would prefer Lafite in [-]."

"Lafite in [-]?" Anson laughed loudly, with a hint of arrogance, "Only the upstarts have a preference for that brand."

Zhou Tuo spent all his time admiring Anson's expression, "I'm very curious about Mr. Lorenzo, you have carefully selected everything you eat, use and live in. It seems that you want to enjoy all the most luxurious things in the world."

"Of course, Dean. All of us can only live once." Anson stretched out a finger and gestured, "I have done too many bad things, and a bastard like me will definitely go to hell after death Yes. Since there is boundless suffering waiting for me, I must enjoy every second of the present moment to the fullest."

Zhou Cho didn't expect that Anson would call himself a "bastard" so frankly, which was inconsistent with his usual hypocrisy.

"Respect to the bastard who is going to hell." Zhou Cho raised his glass.

"To all the luxuries that are about to be enjoyed by me."

At this time, the plane encountered a slight turbulence, and then the broadcast said that because of insufficient aviation gasoline, they would return to New York the same way.

This news shocked everyone, especially the passengers in the economy class who were extremely angry, not only yelled but also had a dispute with the crew.

In the entire first-class cabin, there were only Zhou Cho and Leila, plus Anson and Richard.

"How could it be that aviation gasoline is insufficient? We haven't flown out of the U.S. border yet." Leila frowned, and pulled the stewardess aside, "Go and find out what's wrong!"

Zhou Cho's hearing has always been sharper than others, and he can feel the uneasy atmosphere surging in the entire cabin.

Two minutes later, the stewardess came back, and her answer was the same as the broadcast in the cabin. She tried her best to pretend to be calm, but Zhou Zhao could see that she was anxious or even panicked.

"Mr. Lorenzo... You must have planted a bomb on this plane, right?" Zhou Chou's joke made the flight attendant's shoulders tremble.

"Richard, did we plant a bomb on the plane? Why didn't I know?" Anson looked at Richard innocently.

"No, sir."

"But..." Anson rubbed his chin and stared at the stewardess, "From the lady's expression, it seems that there is really a bomb on this plane."

Suddenly, there was only the sound of breathing in the entire first-class cabin.

Layla put down the magazine and covered her eyes with her palms.This action means "Zhou Cho, don't forget who you are".

Zhou Zhao understood that no matter who planted the bomb, Anson would never let himself be killed, and now that the bomb had been discovered, it was better than dying inexplicably when it exploded.But Dean?Yang Ke is a noble son who grew up with a golden key in his mouth. Where has he seen such a battle?

"Hey... I'm just joking..." Zhou Cho looked at the space with a frown, showing an expression of "it's all just a joke", "Is there really a bomb on this plane?"

The stewardess gave an ugly smile, "Haha, this joke is really scary. But I never heard of any bombs on the plane."

Zhou Chou tugged at his collar on purpose, and said as if to comfort himself, "I just said there can't be a bomb..."

"But..." Anson raised his eyebrows and stared at the flight attendant. Few people could bear his gaze. "Why do I think there is indeed a bomb?"

The stewardess took a step back and bumped into Richard's seat. The other party grabbed her arm and said in a deep voice, "You'd better tell the truth."