The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

The information that Bolivar asked his seniors to inquire about before was the news that Hiroki Sawada and his mother had entered Millikin.

He sent text messages and emails to the other party in the name of Grid, saying that he wanted to subsidize her child's living expenses and tuition fees for the next ten years in exchange for the other party's future work for Grid.

Unexpectedly, the other party did not become suspicious.

Perhaps it was because of Hiroki Sawada's fame as a genius, or because of Grid's good reputation, the other party agreed to the invitation and agreed to meet him.The final location was set at the Champs Elysees restaurant, inside the private room on the third floor.

The Champs was only renovated and installed a convenient delivery channel, and did not modify its own characteristics of entertaining customers on the ground floor and serving as a kitchen on the upper floor.

Because of the previous lessons in Xiaolele and the bathing club, Bolivar was very cautious this time.

"Knock Knock-"

Curacao opened the door and entered.

"This is an acquisition planned by the Finance Department and the Marketing Department, please have a look." Curacao handed a thick stack of documents to Bolivar, "The same electronic supplementary materials are here, this is only the first version, if If you think it’s okay, we will finalize the details in this direction.”

"It's Apple. The latest news seems that they still want to call George back. It's a strong internal test. Let's make it so, and we will revise it again when we get new news." Bolivar turned over one by one, After revising the acquisition case that Curaçao gave me, he told her, "I'm going to meet a lady in the Champs Elysees this Saturday, so you can go with me."

"And, Garcia?" Bolivar called to the assistant who had resigned from the manager position and returned to the cubicle.

"Ok?"

"You also come with me this Saturday."

"Okay." Garcia yawned. He finally hired the prop master in Hu Ke's hands recently. He has been busy changing contracts and paying liquidated damages, and he lacks energy.

"It was the third day of opening, and Luchuan should have been there."

Bolivar thought, Zhu Fu Jingguang, Curacao, Garcia, and the cooks sent by Gridy, the peripheral members of Brandy, nothing will happen, right?

"Okay, boss." Curacao heard the news with a nervous expression, "Do you need to bring equipment?"

"No need... no, bring it." Bolivar suddenly changed his words, suppressing his brows, ah, it feels like setting a flag for himself if he doesn't wear it.

"Bring everything, the Champs-Elysees is your place." Bolivar coughed twice, "It's easy to hide things, and if something happens, you can deal with it."

Bolivar said pretendingly: "Don't worry, I will help you apply to Lord Cognac and Brandy."

"Cough—" Garcia was drinking coffee, and when he heard this sentence, he spouted out, almost wet the document he just wrote in front of him.

"Boss?" Curacao looked at the two in confusion.

"..." Bolivar showed a smirk, and asked politely, "Do you have any opinions, Garcia?"

"No, no, no, no!" Garcia waved his hands again and again, and he had a sore throat from the choking just now, and coughed several times in a row.

"Don't pay attention to him, he is also a clerk in the organization," Bolivar explained, "In short, his skills are very poor, and you should pay attention to him when the time comes."

"Yes." Curacao glanced at Garcia and said nothing.

Garcia drank two sips of plain water, calmed his throat, and glanced outside. Toru Amuro and Midorikawa had already moved to their new offices, Ivy went out to submit materials, and Haga was taken out of the field by Yakla. There are only three of them in the office.

"Boss, do you want to tell Olga about Midorikawa?" Garcia asked, and he later asked Brandy to read the mission report. In Toru Amuro's report, he wrote about being threatened by Curacao.It is better to avoid this kind of oolong.

"Okay." Bolivar said in a tone as if he had eaten breakfast today, "Olga, Midorikawa is also a member of the organization."

"Huh? Luchuan? That Luchuan?" Curacao's expression gradually went blank.

"Lvchuan Guang." Garcia repeated, "Assistant Luchuan."

"..." Curacao reacted quickly, and suddenly said, "Ah, that's why Mr. Midorikawa was so powerful in the snow last time. Wait a minute, is Mr. Amuro Toru also a member of the organization?"

Curacao thought carefully about his various performances in the snow, and pondered: "The two of them seem to be unaware of my identity, and they treated me like ordinary passers-by. But I didn't hide it at the time, So they might doubt my identity now."

Curacao added: "I haven't seen them at the base, are they foreign members?"

Thinking of this, Curacao couldn't help but glanced at Garcia again.When she was at the base, she hadn't seen Garcia either.However, according to age, Garcia graduated after five years of training at the base, and Garcia was six years older than himself. It is also possible that the other party had already graduated when he entered.

Bolivar didn't expect Curacao to take off the vests of Midorikawa and Amuro just by saying one sentence, so he could only praise: "It's very smart. Your guesses are right."

"He is indeed a foreigner, and his skills are not bad." Bolivar also took a sip of coffee, "Try not to let the other party find out your identity."

"Okay." Curacao replied.

"Wait a minute, I have another question." Curacao suddenly asked, "Mr. Brown is the boss's assistant and a member of the organization. Mr. Midorikawa is also the boss's assistant and a member of the organization. Mr. Amuro is the boss's assistant and a member of the organization. The boss also has two assistants, Mr. Haga and Miss Ivy..."

As soon as these words were uttered, the entire office fell silent, and Bolivar's face twisted.

"Ahem, Curacao, it's not good to know too much." Garcia's smile was threatening.

"Don't scare her." Bolivar said to comfort Curacao, who was instantly vigilant, "Don't be afraid, anyway, you can't speak out. Except for me and Garcia, the others, just pretend they are not."

"...Yes, boss." Curacao nodded hesitantly.

On Saturday, at the Crystal Palace Hotel, Bolivar brought two people to the banquet on time.

After the transformation, the Champs Elysees is very bright and elegant. It has faded away from the old and has a new life.Many well-dressed customers came here in luxury cars, enjoying delicious food in the restaurant and inviting customers.

Perhaps because of the instructions in advance, Curaçao changed into a floor-length skirt today, wore a thick fur shawl, wore a pearl necklace, put on light makeup, and curled up her hair, looking a bit soft.

"Boss?" Curacao unaccustomedly lifted up the hem of the long skirt, revealing a little blackness inside.

"Hurry up, the gun is exposed." Garcia lowered his voice and hurriedly said, reaching out and tearing off the other party's skirt.

Curacao hastily stretched out his hand, but there was a muffled sound from the fur he was wearing, and Garcia stopped her movement, and she also looked aggrieved: "It's all your fault for insisting on making me stuff two more boxes..." Zi Dan .

"Look at my slim suit, how can I hide such a big thing." Garcia smiled and touched the hem of his clothes, and the inside was also uneven.

"Okay, let's not say a few words, I know you have hidden a lot of tinkling things." Bolivar straightened the metal head flower on Curacao's head, which was a small pistol.

"And you are wearing high heels? Is there nothing wrong?" Bolivar looked at the thin point, a little shocking, not to mention stepping on it, in case someone stepped on it...

"It's okay, boss." Curacao whispered, "We had professional training before, and everyone can jump at least three stories high in high heels."

"..." Bolivar thought of Superman in the theatrical version.

"Crystal Palace Hotel has only four floors, and our dinner room is on the third floor. In case something happens..." Curacao looked solemnly, "I can directly take you to jump off the building!"

"..." Garcia was stunned, "Is the girls' training so harsh?"

"Ah, but I've been failing all the time. I haven't even passed the elementary training. Naturally, I don't know what the advanced training is about."

"No no no no, stop it. I don't have the hobby of being surrounded by the media." Bolivar covered his face, took a deep breath, and patted Curacao's head.

Curacao tilted his head strangely.

It can also be seen from Bolivar's getting along with him for so many days that Curacao seems a little silly.Otherwise, she wouldn't have had such a miserable time as a code member.For the absurd reason of knowing too much, to be cleaned up.

He thought about his words: "I'm not worried that you can't protect me. I mean, you have to be careful."

"After all, if something happens, you can save me, but I can't save you."

"Tsk tsk, I can do it too." Garcia couldn't help laughing and joked, "Boss really loves the new and dislikes the old."

"Come on, didn't you say it before, you, a repeater who didn't graduate, are you talking big." Bolivar also responded with a smile.

When the three of them went upstairs, they passed the second floor, and just saw a group of people walking up in front.The group of people were all dressed in black. At the head was a big man with blond hair who looked around vigilantly. Not long after they entered, another group of dark-skinned people came in, with curly hair, all of them sloppy and flirtatious. of.

Seeing this scene, Bolivar frowned slightly. These people didn't look very serious, and they had to ask the security guard to keep an eye on them later.

He was about to go upstairs, but found that Garcia's gaze was still there, and he became vigilant: "What's wrong?"

"...I think there were a few people in that wave, and they were kind." Garcia looked back and shook his head at Bolivar, "It's nothing, maybe I remembered it wrong."

"Could it be organized?"

"No, I'm sure not, but I seem to have seen it somewhere before."

Bolivar's predetermined location was on the side of the window, and the entire six-person room was covered by hazy crystal fences and vines. People outside could vaguely see what was going on inside, but they couldn't see clearly.Garcia and Curacao were arranged on a small table next to the main table, with an adjustable curtain between the two tables.

"Mr. Rosales, nice to meet you!" The visitor led a child and greeted Bolivar with a smile.

The appearance of Mrs. Zetian was not at all what Bolivar imagined.

Bolivar couldn't remember whether the original book clearly stated the process of Thomson Syndora's adoption of Hiroki Sawada.However, he deduced that the other party should be married to Mrs. Sawada. After all, Hiroki Sawada's biological father was still alive. If Mrs. Sawada died unexpectedly, the custody would not fall into Sindola's hands anyway.

But he really didn't see where the other party attracted Syndora.

She was only in her early 30s, but she lost the vigor and brilliance of a young woman early on, and she did not have the elegance and confidence of a mature woman. Instead, she had a vulgar taste.All over the body, dressed like a nouveau riche, wearing all the famous brands on the body, and almost all the accessories on the body in bits and pieces, not caring about comfort or not at all.

"Say hello, Hiroki!" Mrs. Sawada pushed the child standing beside her. The child was about eight or nine years old, and he was also wearing a small suit, but he didn't look very good-looking.

Bolivar noticed that Mrs. Zetian's hand was not strong, but she wore a lot of jewelry and had long nails. When she used force, she directly patted the person, and it looked very sharp.

The child frowned slightly, but endured it, and nodded obediently at Bolivar: "Uncle Rosales."

"This is Hiroki." Bolivar showed a gentle smile, touched the other person's head, and suggested, "It's rare for the chef to be present today, and the food can't be disappointing. And it's the meal time, Hiroki should also I'm hungry. Let's enjoy the food first. How about talking after finishing the main course?"

Mrs. Zetian's face paled slightly, she nodded reservedly, and was invited to her seat by Bolivar.

Curacao called the waiter to bring the safety seat, and hugged the flushed Sawada Hiroki into it.

"Wait, I'm not a child anymore." Sawada Hiroki argued, moving his body uncomfortably in his position.

"That's not okay. The height of ordinary seats is not suitable, so please cooperate with Hiroki." Curacao also smiled and touched his head, comforting the shy and frightened child, "I'm just outside If you need anything, you can call me directly."

"...Okay." Hiroki Sawada nodded, shaken by Curacao's smile, and subconsciously looked at his mother's face.However, the other party has been chatting with that Mr. Rosales and didn't notice it at all.

"The veal steak here is a must. I heard that the recipe has been improved many times by the former chef and has been nominated by Michelin. The sourdough bread served before the meal is the current chef of this restaurant who personally improved the recipe, leaving behind the old yeast. It’s made of buns, the skin is crispy on the outside, the inside is sour and elastic, and it’s full of air holes, and it’s never taken out. So Madam must seize this opportunity to try something new,” Bolivar noticed Hiroki Sawada who had been staring at this place, and also said She smiled back at him, "And Hiroki too."

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The author has something to say:

Bolivar: Don't worry, I'll help you with the cognac (me) and brandy (me).

Well, the number of additions has been cleared, this is the last chapter additions.The single update will probably resume tomorrow.

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