Where did Jin Jiaxuan go?

The size of this lounge is similar to that of the pub downstairs, and it also has a bar and drinks, but there are no waiters.

After the waiter who came to deliver the masks left, only Kong Yue and Shang Yang remained in the huge space.

But Kong Yue was wearing a mask like that, Shang Yang didn't know why, so he raised his hand to take it off first, but Kong Yue said: "Put it on, the others will come soon."

Shang Yang said: "Isn't it just about investment business, why is it so mysterious?"

Kong Yue said: "They are all powerful people. They don't want to be known, so they play tricks and enter anonymously. Your Beijing officialdom is strictly controlled, and this kind of thing is very common in the local area."

He said in a tone that you understand, and Shang Yang understood cooperatively, and asked: "Then is there any risk in this investment?"

"You also want to earn some pocket money?" Kong Yue said indifferently, "There is no risk, but the entry threshold is not low. Your subordinate Xiao Jiang invested 300 million in Longchan's side to get today's admission ticket .”

Shang Yang: "..."

His surprise was not false, he knew that what Jiang Yunqi said about "female bosses have to keep a good boy" was nonsense, but he didn't expect to be "cheat" by Long Chan for 300 million, where did the 300 million come from?

Jiang Yunqi also said that when he had to pay the [-] "membership fee" on the "Lijing", he "tactfully" avoided it. Is it all a lie?

What the hell is Fa Xiao doing?

Kong Yue said: "Let's just say you are too naive. You can't imagine what people are doing behind their backs. You also said that you are childhood sweethearts, so they won't tell you what they are doing."

"Is it very profitable? Why did he invest so much money at once? I suspect he invested his parents' pension money in it." Shang Yang had no choice but to follow the plot, worrying about Xiao Jiang and a little bit tempted by himself, saying , "If I can make money, can I have a chance to play? But I can't give as much as Xiao Jiang."

Kong Yue said: "300 million is the minimum, but whether you make money or not depends on the weather. Besides, you really don't need to play this game. If you want to buy something, just tell Brother Yue."

He began to tease Shang Yang again: "When I go back this time, I will first choose a house to live in, buy a few luxury items to dress up, and buy a Patek Philippe to wear... Beijing's consumption is a little higher, and 10 yuan a month is enough for pocket money." Do you want something? Then tell Brother Yue.”

"No, I really don't like your money, I just want to have a good relationship." Shang Yang tried his best to pretend to be a little shou who was dazed by the sugar-coated shells of the capitalists, but he still stood up and down.

Kong Yue was extremely satisfied with his performance.

While talking, other people came, a middle-aged couple or lovers, both wearing half white masks, the men in suits and leather shoes, and the women in evening dresses.

Kong Yue and the two knew each other clearly, they recognized each other at a glance even wearing masks, stood up and shook hands with the man, calling him "Mr. Yu", while the woman smiled and accompanied him, looked towards Shang Yang, and nodded enthusiastically to him .

Shang Yang smiled back, quickly searched through his mind, and matched the number with the information he had read in the morning. This is Yu Sum and Mrs. Yu, a real estate developer in a certain city in the province. His assets have just exceeded [-] million yuan. Died of a sudden illness a few years ago, the couple passed the age when they could have another child, and turned to pray to Buddha and worship gods... Since they came here, they should believe in the True Moon Cult now.

When people are in despair and emptiness, their thoughts are most likely to be eroded, and religious belief can indeed provide such people with a sense of satisfaction.

After that, a lot of people came in one after another, most of them came to say hello to Kong Yue, probably because there were more and more people, Kong Yue no longer called the guests by their real surname or first name, and gave up after simply saying hello.

Shang Yang can only identify these people from half of their faces. Some have obvious features, such as beards or moles on the lower half of their faces, special faces or obvious figures. He can quickly identify them. characteristics, he is a bit vague.

In the end, twenty or thirty guests came to this lounge, and Shang Yang gradually understood that these people should all be Kong Yue's "offline".

Huang Liguo and Long Chan should also have such a lounge, so that they can receive their "offlines" separately.

All in all, the venue for the evening's activities is in this building.

But where could it be?Jin Xu clearly stated that there are no banquet halls or conference rooms in this building, which is more than [-] meters high, faces the main building and is connected by a covered bridge.

Outside the hotel.

Jin Xu finally checked his lower body. The police documents, handcuffs and guns were all left in the car.

He pointed to his ear, and his colleague helped him adjust it. The rice earphones hidden in the ear canal were all normal.

"Okay," he said, "then I'll go in."

The colleague said: "It's not easy to get out on the rooftop. If you can't go up or don't go up, Team Wu is already adjusting the drone."

Jin Xu said: "I even suspect that they set up the venue in the open air on the rooftop just to guard against drones. Let alone, it will be eight o'clock soon, and dinner will be served if you don't go in."

He got out of the car and walked towards the brightly lit hotel lobby.

club building.

There were no newcomers in the lounge, and those who had already entered were sitting around and chatting. It could be seen that some knew each other, and some were completely strangers, but the conversation was still very happy. The topics were nothing more than domestic and foreign situations, and some local Gossip in officialdom and business circles.

It can't be heard that a group of senior cult believers are having a party.

"Bored? Are you hungry?" Kong Yue turned his head to Shang Yang beside him, treating him affectionately like a pet, and said, "Wait a little longer, the fun will begin in earnest."

Shang Yang said, "Aren't we talking here?"

Kong Yue said: "Go upstairs. Remember to follow me, don't wander around, be careful if you get lost, the place is big and there are many people."

Shang Yang nodded obediently. How can there be a big place upstairs in Xindao?Could it be... the roof?

A masked waiter came in and whispered a few words to Kong Yue.

Kong Yue stood up and clapped his hands. The conversation of the people came to an abrupt end. The originally cheerful atmosphere was like a video that was cut off in the middle of the broadcast. Everyone was silent and stood up.

Kong Yue gestured to go out, and the waiter at the door opened the door, and everyone came out in an orderly manner according to the distance from the door, and the whole process was extremely quiet.

Standing beside Kong Yue, Shang Yang was shocked by the weird atmosphere.

The last guest went out, followed by the waiter, the bustling lounge was empty and still, the scene of the happy gathering just now was like a hallucination.

Only Shang Yang and Kong Yue were left in the lounge.

Kong Yue said: "Don't be nervous, a bunch of rich people are bored and play games together."

Shang Yang asked, "Where did they go?"

Kong Yue raised a finger up and said with a smile, "Go up to play, and we will go too."

He pushed the mask and said in a warning tone: "You remember to talk less and follow me, those who break the rules of the game will be punished."

Seven fifty.

Kong Yue led Shang Yang out of the lounge and walked towards the elevator at the end of the corridor. There were two waiters wearing masks outside the elevator door.

The corridor was empty and quiet, the thick carpet muffled the sound of footsteps, and there was no one else on this entire floor.

And the elevator should go straight to the roof, and only white-masked "VIPs" who came to participate in the event are allowed to take it.

Seeing that it was Kong Yue, the waiter pressed the elevator and bowed to invite the two of them in.

Shang Yang stood beside Kong Yue, and two waiters stood outside the elevator door, bowing to them both, the elevator door slowly closed, blocking the two waiters wearing half-masks, and the mirror of the elevator door reflected the same Shang Yang and Kong Yue wearing white masks.

As the elevator went up, the steel cable hummed softly.

In another elevator, Jin Xu, who had been connected with an undercover colleague, changed into waiter clothes, pushed a dining car, and just walked into the public elevator on the first floor of the club building.

Jin Xu pretended that the pulley of the dining car was out of order, and "accidentally" pressed several floor buttons.

And this elevator can only go to the floors below the twelfth floor, and the number keys on the thirteenth floor and above the thirteenth floor do not respond when pressed, which is a good setting of the system.

Jin Xu stood calmly, pushed the dining car in a regular manner, and stopped the elevator on the tenth floor. This floor is the business lounge, and the presence of the waiter pushing the dining car is not against the law.

He still has to find a way to get to the top, the top, through other paths.

Roof terrace.

The area here is equivalent to two football fields, very open and with a high view.

There is a huge white carpet in the center, and the tabletops of the seats are all white. People in costumes wear white half-masks and sit silently on the seats. Beside each table, there are people wearing masks and dressed as waiters. A man and a woman.

This is the specification of a high-end reception attended by a group of wolves of Wall Street on the roof of a CBD skyscraper.

Shang Yang followed Kong Yue to an empty table in the front row and sat down. He noticed two people at the next table, one of them was Huang Liguo wearing a mask, and the other was a middle-aged man he had never seen before. An obvious mole, there should be no such person in the data.

After he sat down, he realized that directly in front of him was a white round platform with a diameter of about two meters and a height of half a meter, which almost blended with the white carpet.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

With a crisp ringing bell, everyone stood up, and Shang Yang also stood up in line with the crowd.

Long Chan appeared on the stage in a long white dress. With bare feet and smooth shoulders, she gracefully walked onto the round platform. She folded her hands on her chest and recited a scripture.

Everyone stood silently, and some even began to pray together.

Shang Yang: "..."

Isn’t this so-called scripture just a patchwork of various religious classics, praising truth, goodness and beauty, and exhorting people to be good?

Can Zhenyuejiao still do it?Even chanting scriptures is just borrowing ism, it's meddling or plagiarism!

Can cults disrespect originality?

But I have to admit that the atmosphere is very good.

The bright moonlight, the breeze, the mountains and rivers, the people present are either rich or noble, even the atmosphere candles on the table now use luxury brand aromatherapy.

Shang Yang began to understand why Kong Yue would bring a young lover he had just met to such an occasion, without worrying at all that it would arouse his suspicion.

People have a herd mentality, especially when they come into contact with so-called "high-level" people and come to high-end occasions created by real money, even if they feel that something is wrong, they will unconsciously attribute the problem to themselves: They are all richer, more powerful, and higher-end people than you. Could it be that others are stupid than you?

Long Chan finished reciting.

There was another ringing bell next to it.

The service at each table came alive, pouring wine for the guests, everyone was silent, each raised their wine glasses up, as if they were offering their respects to the moon.

Shang Yang followed suit.

Then everyone drank the wine in their glasses.

Shang Yang vaguely felt that it was not very good, so he just put it on his mouth and made a gesture, and his lips touched a little liquid, I don't know if it was an illusion, and he even suspected that there was something wrong with the drink.

After putting down the cup, it seemed that some ceremony had been completed, the quiet atmosphere was broken, and someone started talking and laughing.

Someone walked up to the round platform, saluted Long Chan, and whispered something to her.Under the moonlight, Longchan's face resembled Guanyin's, beautiful and holy, full of compassion and tenderness.

As the man talked, he bowed down under the round platform, and wept softly, but it looked like he was crying with joy.

Shang Yang looked around carefully, but he couldn't see Jiang Yunqi.

There are hundreds of people here. If Jiang Yunqi is at the back, it will not be easy for him to see... He only paid 300 million, so he might not be worthy of being at the front.

The middle-aged man at the table with Huang Liguo had already looked at Shang Yang several times, and suddenly turned around and asked Kong Yue, "Who is he? Isn't he the little boy from before?"

He lowered his voice a little to avoid disturbing others, but he didn't avoid Shang Yang, and he didn't mind being heard by Shang Yang at all.

Shang Yang heard that this person was a college student who had met Kong Yue, and he should be familiar with Kong Yue. He was wearing a Patek Philippe and a Hermès belt around his waist.She also wears a wedding ring on her left ring finger.

Kong Yue's tone was somewhat respectful, and he answered the man in a low voice, "He's from Beijing, a civil servant engaged in social science research."

The man said: "Oh, civil servants are very good, there is nothing better than civil servants."

He was waiting for Kong Yue to introduce him to Shang Yang. Kong Yue was a little reluctant, but he introduced him anyway: "This is Mr. Lu."

Shang Yang looked like a novice who had just entered the workplace, and said hello: "Mr. Lu, my surname is Shang, you can call me Xiao Shang."

"Mr. Lu" was not listed in the information he had read. He should have been airborne here before the event started. Judging by the attitudes of Kong Yue and Huang Liguo towards Mr. Lu, he is a big shot.

One of the gang's umbrellas?Judging by the age of at least forty or so, it is not qualified to be an umbrella.

Kong Yue chatted with the person surnamed Lu for a few words, not knowing what to say, the two got up and went to a place away from the crowd to chat.

Shang Yang sat on his seat and didn't dare to move around. He watched Kong Yue from a distance being pointed at by Hu, who seemed to say something bad about him... Brother Yue also had a time as a grandson.

"Xiao Shang," Huang Liguo said with a smile while wearing a half mask, "do you know who Mr. Lu is?"

Shang Yang asked curiously, "Who is it?"

Huang Liguo said: "Are you doing research? What is your administrative level?"

Shang Yang said in shame: "I just arrived at Zhengke."

Huang Liguo said: "Mr. Lu, with a word, you can be promoted to the deputy department within two years."

Shang Yang: "..."

Huang Liguo thought he was intimidated, and said, "I'm doing it for your own good, so keep your eyes open."

This old guy cheats people to raise funds, recruits people to teach, and even wants to pimp.

But Shang Yang thought, Mr. Lu is only about 40 years old, it doesn't matter who he is at this age, it is absolutely impossible to mention someone's vice in a word.

He thought of the wedding ring on Mr. Lu's hand, and suddenly realized, which family's son-in-law was doing mischief outside under the name of his father-in-law.

As he was pondering, another crisp bell rang.

The person who went to worship Long Chan has changed.Shang Yang took a look and found that something was wrong.

The person kneeling on the edge of the round platform put his hands on Long Chan's calf.

The surroundings are also unusual.

Shang Yang turned his head and saw that there was the couple with the surnames two tables away.

The two were holding hands, their eyes were straight, and they looked at the sky, as if they saw something, with a smile on their faces, the wife raised her hand, and murmured a name, like a boy's name.

At the table next to them, there was an old woman and a middle-aged man. Both of them knelt on the ground, grabbing the ground with their heads, and kept talking like chanting scriptures, indulging in a world that outsiders could not enter.

Many people are doing strange things.

Some danced, sang, kissed, and even took off their clothes on the spot.

The other people who were still sitting in the seats had different expressions, with confused expressions and chaotic eyes, and some of them had already shown signs of madness and excitement.

The glass of wine just now contained hallucinogens... This is the only possibility Shang Yang can think of.

Huang Liguo glanced at Shang Yang, smiled strangely at him, and said, "So you didn't drink. Did Kong Yue tell you that those who violate the rules of the game will be punished."

Shang Yang looked at him with dull eyes, knowing that this old guy also drank the wine and started to go up, worried that he would make a noise, and it would be even more troublesome to attract more people's attention.

"I'll drink it now." Shang Yang looked scared, picked up the glass, drank the liquid in one gulp, and showed Huang Liguo the empty glass.

Huang Liguo nodded.

Shang Yang immediately got up timidly, as if he was going to find Kong Yue as a backer because of fear.

The sip of wine was pressed under his tongue, and he wanted to find a chance to spit it out.

The rooftop where hundreds of people gathered was completely in disarray.

He had just taken a few steps when he was stopped by someone. The girl laughed, and with a strange force, she pushed him into the group of young people behind him. He remembered that these people, according to the information, were a group of second-generation people.

Several people gathered around to dance with him, so he had no choice but to dance a few times, and found in a panic that he had turned around a little and couldn't find where Kong Yue was.

A few young men and women danced in a circle, dispersed after a few laps, kissed each other casually in twos and threes, and then their movements became more and more unbearable.

Shang Yang was so frightened that his head was sweating, and he backed away again and again.

The sober waiters stood calmly on the side, as if they were everywhere. The more Shang Yang became nervous, the more he felt that they were all watching him, and he couldn't find a chance to spit out the mixed wine.

What about Jiang Yunqi?He should be here, how is he?Will it also fall into this situation?

A hand next to him stretched out towards him, and he blocked it reflexively, and stopped in time when his leg was about to be kicked out, hold it back, hold it back...if it is exposed now, it will hurt Jiang Yunqi.

The man was blocked by one move, and immediately switched to the other hand, grabbed his waist, and with a little force, hooked him in front of him.

Shang Yang: "..."

He was kissed, his lips opened and closed, and the drink was sucked by the other party.