The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

"Think!" Chianti still couldn't change his impulsive temper, mentioned his deadly enemy, and subconsciously forgot the death threat he had just experienced. Before Bolivar's voice fell, he responded, "I want to surpass that Shit-ah, no..."

Chianti subconsciously covered his mouth, swallowed the word, squeezed out a smile, and then slowly added.

"I really want to surpass Bell and Bellmode. But I don't know how to do it, our positions are different, I am a sniper, she is an intelligence agent, and she has a special relationship with the boss..."

Chianti's thinking was a little confused for a while, and many, many absurd thoughts popped up in his not-so-large brain.

How can I surpass each other?She is the boss's woman, isn't she? ?

How can I surpass her?

Could it be?Could it be! !

Is Master Cognac going to push me up to be the boss's woman? ?

She subconsciously looked at her chest, ah, it's still quite big?

But this figure is still far behind Belmode, right? ?The face is too fierce, does the boss like this one?

My only advantage is probably being young? ?After all, Belmode is an old woman.

Bolivar didn't know what the other party was thinking about for a while, and he also noticed Chianti's movement of looking at his figure, thinking that the other party understood what he meant, nodded, "You seem to have realized it too."

Could it be true... Chianti's expression gradually went blank.

Chianti yelled subconsciously: "No no! I can't do it! I can't do it..."

"Although you are not an actor, you have the potential to be a model."

The two blurted out almost at the same time. The moment Chianti heard the word model, he bit his tongue abruptly, hissing——

This bite was extremely hard, and blood was dripping instantly, but somehow he stopped the unspoken words.

"Huh? What's the matter with you? Why this expression? What can you say?" Bolivar didn't catch the last word she said.

"Ah-ah!" Chianti exclaimed, waving his hands in a panic, "Speak! Speak! Speak! I'm listening!"

God!I was just thinking about something!

Chianti's face was flushed, and she faltered, hoping that other people present didn't understand what she just said.

Bolivar looked at her twice, but still changed the subject thoughtfully.He noticed Chianti's embarrassment, but he didn't expose her. After all, he treated sensitive and slender women more gently than rough-skinned big men, especially when the other party was embarrassed.

"Well, I will introduce you to a more reliable entertainment company. The person in charge is a peripheral member of the organization, that is, Wynyard Entertainment..."

Before Bolivar finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chianti.

"What!? Tell me to work for that woman in Belmode! No way! I will never be under the same roof with her!" Chianti's reaction was even more intense than before, impassioned, almost spraying saliva on Bolivar face.

Ah, this.

Bolivar took two steps back indistinctly.

Gin, who was smoking on the side, was unhappy, and he took out his gun directly: "This is not okay! That is not okay! It is okay to make mistakes!"

"Qin, gin..."

"Just look, in the past ten years, which code member has been photographed with such a complete and clear frontal photo like you! And there are so many of them!"

Chianti is very wronged, and Chianti wants to refute it. This color high-definition camera technology has not been out for a few years! !Wait a few years and see!It's definitely not just my wife who capsized alone!

"If you don't like it, it's just right, so that Mr. Brandy won't waste too much time, I'll collect your body with a single shot."

Chianti swallowed, the cold sweat on her back drenched her clothes, she didn't know what to say for a while, surrender?still……

no!That woman in Belmode!But change someone!But change someone!

She was jaw-dropping, her fingers trembling, Cohen looked worried, and Gin subconsciously clenched his gun, and sneered at her.

"Wait a minute." Bolivar stopped helplessly, good guy, fortunately he came today, if it was replaced by Garcia or Kirsch, Chianti would probably be gone.

"Calm down." Bolivar sighed, obviously feeling that both sides were relieved at the same time, relieved.

"Yes, if you don't want to join Belmode's company." Bolivar first appeased Chianti, after all, in his opinion, gin is much more mature and calm than Chianti.

"The organization occasionally finds some white industries to cooperate with, so there are also companies with relatively good relations, but because the other party is a person on the bright side, if you want to enter those companies..." Bolivar deliberately paused.

Chianti thought for a second, Belmode or the fat sheep?With little hesitation, he leaned towards Fat Sheep.

"Because those companies are not all organized people, most of them are ordinary people, so you have to restrain your style, don't say things that shouldn't be said, let alone do things that shouldn't be done."

"As long as I find out, you moved an ordinary person and broke the rules..." Bolivar dragged on.

Chianti knew what the other party meant, and immediately followed up: "I promise, Mr. Cognac, I will absolutely obey your agreement."

"I'm asking you to obey the agreement of your ordinary superior on the surface, just like an amateur who has just entered the industry. Can you do it?"

Is this... Enduring Belmode's ridicule, or enduring the ridicule of an ordinary war scum who knows nothing?

Of course, don't hesitate... choose ordinary people!

Chianti felt that as long as he put these options in front of Belmode and compared them a little, he would not be entangled or difficult at all.

She nodded repeatedly, indicating that she could do it.

"...I hope you can do it." Bolívar sighed, and threw the plan for Grid's film and television industry promotion to Chianti.

"It is strictly forbidden to divulge all information. Including me, and what you know, everything about it." Bolivar asked slowly, scanning the three people in the room with his eyes, "Even if Belmore Even Germany can't know the details."

"The only ones who can know this detail are the boss, us present, rum, whiskey and brandy."

"Can you guarantee it?"

"Of course." Chianti looked serious and nodded quickly.

Cohen also nodded, and didn't say much about gin. He didn't even bring vodka in today, so he was asked to wait outside.

"The company I contacted for you is Grid. They are developing the entertainment industry recently and are cooperating with Wynyard. You can contact his secretary." Bolivar paused, "You should be clear, Curacao , she should have been a member of your group before."

"In addition, there are several members of the organization in Wynyard Company, so don't kill people indiscriminately. If you kill randomly, it may affect your own people." Bolivar deliberately bit these words, and glanced up by the way Gin glanced.

Gin turned his head away, and once again added a sum to Ley and Casasa in his heart, you guys are waiting for me, waiting for me to return to Neon!

"For the specific film and television promotion, you can read here." Bolivar reminded, thinking, he still needs to find a reliable agent for Chianti who can withstand her troubles, "Remember to burn it after you read the material." Yes. Here is a copy."

"Yes." Chianti nodded and answered one by one, perhaps because Bolivar's expression was too gentle, and his tone was considerate and respectful.

For a moment, she showed some weakness and hesitation that did not fit the members of the black organization, and said with a little vagueness: "Can I really do this kind of thing?"

"!" Cohen quickly pinched her shoulder, feeling unbelievable in his heart, what happened to Chianti today?Why do you keep dropping the chain?

Gin's gloomy gaze had already swept over, and even Bolivar could tell something was wrong, and looked up at Chianti.

"What! Do you still want to refuse now?!" Qin Jiu's fingers were near the gun, ready to move.

"No no no, I didn't mean that! I just..."

just what?Worried about not doing well?

Waste who can't do the task well has no need to survive in the organization.

What do you want to say, excuse me, Cognac?

The other party has already forgiven you such a big mistake, and gave you a chance to pay off your merits, but you are still chirping here, maybe you want to fly to the sky sooner?

"I'm very sorry!" She was really panicked, how could she make such a simple mistake, she even wanted to kneel down immediately, after all, she didn't know any other way to relieve Gin Jiu's anger.But her aggressive and competitive heart supported her, not letting her bow her head.

Is she going to die here today because of her stubbornness and good face? ?

She was so flustered that she didn't even notice that when she hugged her arm, her nails had already pierced the skin of her arm, and a little blood oozed out.

But he was supported by one hand.

The other party skillfully held her elbow, grabbed her hands, and stopped her self-abuse behavior, but did not touch any place that should not be touched, and the other party's slightly taller voice was heard through the clothes. body temperature.In a trance, she actually felt the illusion of being considerate and reliable.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm not angry." Bolivar instantly understood the other party's thoughts, and he smiled, with a gentle light in his light-colored eyes.

"I know that you are worried that your performance is not suitable for the position of a model." His tone was very gentle.

"There will be professional teachers to help you, and I will help you too. You don't have to be stressed."

"Just like a normal person treats her side job, just do what you want and let nature take its course."

"No one will blame you if you don't do well."

"I can guarantee that as long as you don't attack ordinary people, no matter how badly you do it, nothing will happen." Bolivar's tone was very solemn.

"Hmm..." Chianti replied blankly, the red on his face burned from his neck to his ears.She was like a girl in her teens who had never seen the world, her brain was in chaos and her heart was beating extremely fast.

She even felt some mist in the corners of her eyes.

She has been wandering the streets, cheating, abducting, cheating, robbing, stealing, and doing everything. Later, she used her shooting talent to sneak into violent organizations.

She didn't know how many years she hadn't heard such a seemingly simple and ordinary caring sentence, and no one had ever made such a guarantee to herself.

Done poorly is dead, garbage has no place to stock it.This is the accepted truth of people like them.

Who is not an old fried dough stick?Who wants to risk their life to help others?Even if it's just to ask for mercy?

Chianti couldn't help cursing herself at this moment, and even felt that even if he was lying to herself, she was willing to be fooled.

"You beast in clothes, I won't believe you." Chianti murmured subconsciously, but the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

"Tsk." Gin glared at Chianti with dissatisfaction, but Chianti didn't respond to the murderous look on him at the moment, and even showed a smirk at the corner of his mouth.

It was the smirk that Bolivar often saw on Ivy.

"Okay, I didn't lie to you. This matter is settled. We need a representative who can appear in the mass media and contact any rich and high-end people without feeling awkward." Bolivar gently let go of the other party , he doesn't want another Ivy No. [-] follower.

"Don't accept those announcements that are just bad money, contact artists, high-end designers and brand owners directly, and take the most sophisticated route."

"Belmode..."

"She has too many thoughts, and her most important thing is the disguise technology, which is unique to her, and it is impossible for us to run around as a representative on the bright side."

"So Chianti is the best candidate. I will apply to let the whiskey side help Chianti cleanse her white status, and then arrange for her to meet with Grid executives."

"Excuse me, can you give me a pseudonym?" Chianti asked subconsciously, but she quickly slapped herself backhand, and the crisp sound made Bolivar feel pain in the face.

Chianti held his face in hysterics: "Ah, what am I talking about! Damn it!"

Cohen was completely dumbfounded.Gin was gone, he didn't look at Chianti, and he didn't look at Cognac either. Didn't he hear that Cognac had such a temper before?But cognac has always been quite mysterious, and it's normal that he doesn't know anything.

"Pseudonym? This," Bolivar hesitated for a moment, but nodded in anticipation. "Okay, then, Jane, how about it? The first few syllables of Chianti?"

"Good! Good!"