The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

"The murderer was a nearby resident. He knew that the restaurant would clean up the food scraps every afternoon, but he panicked and put the trash in the wrong bin."

Having said that, Fei Yingli sneered and put the wine glass heavily on the table.

"The waste bins for fresh materials and cooked products are not the same, so when the waiter opened it to dump the leftovers, she found something was wrong. She thought it was some new intern who made a mistake. I threw raw meat into the trash can, but unexpectedly, I found unburied high-heeled shoes..."

Fei Yingli poured another glass of wine and drank it down.

"It's his own fault after all. God has eyes." Feiying thought about this and was upset. The police stopped him at the airport. If he really let him run out, where should he hide his name...

"Don't get mad at those scumbags." Bolivar comforted.

"As long as there is any relationship between them, I won't be so angry." Fei Yingli's tone gradually lowered.

"But none of them, the house was newly rented by her in recent months, and her friend said that the other party has basically never spoken to this neighbor, and the two have nothing to do with each other..."

"There is no feud, no relationship. It's just because he just lost his job and seeing the other party smiling so happily feels very dazzling!"

"This is what he said at the police station! It's just because of this!" Fei Yingli's chest heaved violently.

"What a ridiculous excuse and reason!" She slapped the table vigorously, making the whole table slap.Fortunately, it was late at night, and there were only her, Bolivar, and Curacao in the bar except for the shop owner, and they didn't attract any attention.

Curacao looked at the shop owner vaguely, as if he was considering whether to silence him.

"You're drunk, stop it." Bolivar poured her a glass of juice.

He said casually: "This is why we are sitting here, isn't it?"

"...Of course, that's why we need us to sit here today." Fei Yingli took a deep breath, and the light drunk color on her face disappeared instantly, and she looked at Bolivar sharply, " I never fight unprepared."

"I need to know the current development of your Grid company. And, what exactly do you want to achieve."

Bolivar agreed: "Of course, I can take you to visit our factory, the most secret archives, and our future development plans."

Afterwards, Bolivar sent Fei Yingli back to his residence, to his apartment.

He took off his coat, pretending not to notice the little metal on the cuff, and threw the whole thing into the washing machine.

With the sound of water flowing, the signal on the other side also turned into a sizzling sound.

On the other side, Toru Amuro took off the bugging device, frowning slightly.He heard the conversation between Bolivar and Fei Yingli, and an inexplicable uneasiness and fear rose in his heart.

He turned on his mobile phone and contacted his colleague in the police: "...Hello, it's me, Kazama."

"...Yes, I need your help to retrieve the files of the murder of Ms. Tanaka that happened today."

"In addition, I need the information of Miss Fei Yingli."

Bolivar checked his clothes up and down again, and heaved a sigh of relief after making sure he didn't find a second bug or tracking device.

Is Toru Amuro doubting his identity?

Bolivar frowned, then quickly dismissed the idea that it shouldn't be.

That should be when the crime happened, and found that something was wrong with him?Sure enough, the stress response at that time was too strong?

He might be suspecting that he and Fei Yingli got together and didn't know what they were discussing, and Fei Yingli happened to know the deceased, and his behavior was so weird, so he might be suspecting that he was related to this case?

Bolivar thought about it several times, and finally decided that this was the most likely idea of ​​the other party.

As for the high-heeled shoes... Bolivar remembered that in his home in California, there was a toy in the collection cabinet, which was in the shape of high-heeled shoes.

He took a deep breath.So this is also an important thing.

So what does the red high-heeled shoes represent? Bolivar sat in a daze in his seat, his thoughts slowly drifting to the distance, spreading out bit by bit.

Red high heels, 1994, 1995, wait a minute.Should be red soles.Soles stained red with blood, diced radish?

Bolivar blinked, and his thoughts diverged uncontrollably to the cases he had studied before.That's a classic case in the design world.In the [-]s, a certain well-known designer painted the soles of women's high-heeled shoes red, and then invented red-soled shoes, which caused a sensation in the entire fashion circle. At this moment, red-soled shoes should not be popular yet?It has not been well known by people, so this means... there is a business opportunity!

Bolivar temporarily left behind the messy memories of the past. The past is not very important, and it is not a good memory anyway. He must have a reason for throwing them away. He will regret it if he tries to retrieve them.

It's better to spend more time writing a plan, um, this red-soled shoe is very good.

According to his memory, Bolivar drew a pair of red-soled high-heeled shoes, the kind of high-heeled shoes with thin, pointed and long heels, more than ten centimeters, and then painted the soles of them red, which is a more stable and noble red.

Afterwards, he began to recount the entire development history of radish, first a shoe store, then slowly opened a chain, and then developed a series of cosmetics and a series of luxury goods.

Grid is well funded and can operate on two lines.Didn't Rum say before that he wanted to join, and he also reminded Keiko Asai about that.He really wanted to sort out Keiko Asai's affairs and related information and send it to the boss.

He can discuss with Rum and ask those pharmaceutical personnel if they are interested in changing the research direction to beauty pharmaceuticals, or even the cosmetics industry?

The leader's words... Bolivar hesitated for a second, and then decisively filled in Miyano Akemi's name.

As for Haga Ryoichi, there were some twists and turns when he came over.

He did agree to Haga Ryoichi's application before, agreeing to transfer him over to do some things, but was stopped by Garcia.

The other party sent a very long condemnation email.It probably means that Bolivar captured Luchuan and Rachel, and then Ivy and Amuro also ran away. The Kung Fu dishes, Dong Andy and Dorobega-themed projects left in Milijian were all thrown at him. hands.

In short, in one sentence, he is about to die, and urgently needs strong labor.

Reading this letter hurt Bolivar's conscience, but Ryoichi Haga couldn't stay. His identity had already been revealed. Shuichi Akai knew the identity of the other party, so he could lead someone to arrest him without explaining the source of the information.So he thought over and over again, and still rejected Garcia's suggestion.He called Hagara over.

At present, the entire R&D chain of the company has been moved here.In the factory in Millikin, Rachel and others have developed new projects here, and sent the design drawings and related annotations remotely to let them imitate according to the requirements on the drawings.

As for the kung fu restaurant chain and the matter of Dorobega's branch in Millikin...

Bolivar sent a text message to tell Garcia that they will develop the network as soon as possible, contract the project to transform the network base station on the Neon side, and let the remaining few people work remotely.

Now, now it is time for the opponent to maintain the situation in Millikin and work hard for a period of time.

After receiving this text message, Garcia crushed two signature pens, then wiped his face fiercely, and called his number one brother.

Garcia looked serious. He looked at the little curly-haired man in front of him: "Jacques, I have a task for you."

"Uh, brother, tell me." Jacques was unconsciously infected by the other party's serious attitude, and slowly straightened his back, "Speak."

"You should know that the company is currently short of talents, and we are very short of people." Garcia organized the language, "Do you have any solutions?"

He was actually implying Jacques to take the initiative to take over the task.

Hui Ni graduated a few days ago, and he had already arranged for her to be the deputy director of the finance department.But manpower is still not enough.

"Brother." Jacques thought for a while, and shrewdly avoided this trap, "I remember, we recruited a few months ago, among the few newcomer interns, there seemed to be a few with very good abilities, why don't we first Promote them to be a deputy project manager, and bring up the original deputy manager to make a living for a while?"

Garcia was slightly taken aback when he heard this sentence, this was a path he had never imagined.

He squeezed his chin, thought about it carefully, and found that the feasibility of this matter was not low.

He was worried that those agents would steal the company's secrets and then secretly sell them to the FBI, so he only sent them some trivial and tiring chores.

But a few days ago, what happened to President George's animation city, who would dare to do such a thing.Another President Grid, imitating President George, held a press conference to reveal the information of those people to the bottom of the sky. The reputation of the FBI is completely stink.

They can't do harm to Grid for such a small benefit.So it is completely possible to send them to positions that are not classified but have heavy tasks!

He subconsciously patted Jacques on the shoulder, and couldn't help but praise a few words: "Okay, yes, you boy."

Garcia's face was full of relief and emotion of "you even have this brain", which made Jacques uncomfortable.

"Besides them, I remember there is also Gredo." Garcia moved very quickly. He found a notepad and quickly wrote down all the names he remembered. "Gredo is very capable, Biha Er needs to be mature and stable, although he is not as sharp as him, but his basic knowledge is relatively solid, and he is one year older than him.”

"Gredo also graduated this year." Jacques couldn't help but add.

"Yes, his internship period is enough. I'll apply to make him a regular." Garcia's approval was very quick, "Let him take over Hal's Dorobega project, Hal can take off a task and concentrate on being responsible Outward marketing and promotion of Grid Electronics. As for those two."

"...No, I'm not worried." Garcia pondered for a moment, and then his eyes slowly rested on Jacques, making Jacques scalp numb.

"No, no, wait, brother! You know me! My education is mixed up! I can't do anything except talk nonsense! I can't even read books!" Jacques quickly squatted down and hugged Garcia thigh, almost kneel down and beg for mercy and cry.

"Tsk, let go." Garcia pulled his leg out in disgust, "I know you're incapable."

"You just need to keep an eye on Gredo and let him take charge of Dorobica's project, you know. I didn't intend to let you do business." Garcia explained, he looked Jacques up and down, with a little disgust in his eyes, " You, the person in charge, are just by name."

"Understood? He is similar to your secretary. Leave things to him, and you only need to supervise."

"Huh?" Jacques tried hard to understand, and then subconsciously said, "A secretary if you have something to do, and a secretary if you have nothing to do?"

"..." Garcia looked surprised, and then he slowly showed a polite smile, "I really can't see that you have such a hobby. But it doesn't matter, the organization and Grid are very open-minded, we won't look down on you your."

He said, but his hands were very firm and hard, pushing Jacques a little further away from him without a trace.

"No, no, I'm joking." Jacques had just stood up, and when he saw Garcia's expression, he squatted down again, "Brother! Believe me! I really don't think so!"

Garcia got a headache from his quarrel, rolled up the documents and patted his head a few times: "Okay, stand up, I don't care what you think, bring me the roster."

Garcia rummaged through the list, and happened to see two members sent by the FBI.Phoenix Cameron and Kadry Cammel.Their academic qualifications are very high, and they have experienced the work of the FBI, and their performance is very prominent among the newcomers.

"Just him." Garcia pointed to the name of the other party, who was the younger and somewhat impulsive agent, "Phoenix."

"Let him take over Kung Fu Cuisine. Manager Amuro has already paved the way forward. He just needs to follow the steps and wait quarterly for the chefs recruited before to develop new dishes, adjust the distribution chain and purchase channels, calculate the cost, and check the various processes. Alright. Can't you just follow the gourd and paint the scoop?"

Garcia quickly promoted Toru Amuro's deputy, Chef Gust, to be the person in charge of the Kung Fu Cuisine project, and then kicked Agent Phoenix over as Chef Gust's deputy.

"Perfect." Garcia nodded with satisfaction, "Let me see, this is a rich man, Kadri Kamel."

"He'll be an assistant." Garcia bent his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes, "He still has two brushes, which are placed under my nose, and let him take over Ivy's previous tasks."

"Sure enough, labor is like water in a sponge. As long as you are willing to squeeze it, there will always be." Garcia sorted out the personnel transfer document, packaged it and sent it to Bolivar, and after dividing all the tasks on his body, He stretched a little, turned his head and glanced at the warm sun outside.

Jacques had already been sent away by him, and he was the only one in the president's office at the moment.Garcia bowed his head, slowly sat down on Bolivar's usual office seat, and looked at Bolivar's desk.There was a black mark there before, drawing a strange symbol like a black box.But I don't know when, that imprint has disappeared.

buzz-

The sound of the phone vibrating came, and he clicked on the text message.

"I have sent the things to the designated location, you don't have to worry."

He tricked this person over. A member of the FBI's internal logistics department, a very low-level member of the Forensics Department, is usually responsible for collecting corpses, inspecting the scene, and collecting evidence. Sometimes he is also sent to manage the warehouse.This time he used some tricks in advance, bought the equipment in the hands of FBI retirees, got a helmet equipped by the FBI for each member of the operation, and then used this helmet to forge a report and left it in Bolivar in the corner of the villa.

Then he sent a lower-level member to come forward and pretend to be the widow of the deceased to contact the other party, hoping that the person from the Forensic Section would help her secretly hide the deceased's relic, that is, the fallen helmet fragments, and give it to him as a souvenir.

Because this case is important, as long as this kind of thing is recorded in the file, it will never fall into the hands of the family members.He still spent a lot of time making up a poignant love story, and let the low-level member talk about it, and it took a lot of time to impress the other party, so that he agreed to hide this thing before inspection, and then sent it to the 'widow' .

In this way, it was possible to successfully forge the illusion that the other party was dedicated to serving the country and protected the intelligence with his helmet.Deceiving James' eyes.

The staff member of the Forensic Section didn't know why, he didn't know the helmet James found, and he didn't know the special effect of what he did.All plans ended here, so perfect.

Garcia replied with a sincere thank you text message to appease the other party.

A few minutes later, there was another text message, this one with much worse language and from a different address than the first text message.

"I did as you said, when will you send the money! ——****"

When Garcia saw the news, he frowned slightly, feeling dissatisfied that his thoughts had been interrupted.This is another low-level person he bought with a lot of money. He is timid and fearful of death, greedy and morally corrupt. He has sold a lot of information about the FBI to himself, and he is very greedy for money.

The other party's behavior was so undisguised, impatient and flustered, it is estimated that he would be caught by the FBI soon.But what does this have to do with me?

Garcia thought with a cold expression, but he still transferred half of the money to that number with a blank account very quickly, and quickly replied with another message before the other party questioned him.

"I need to know more detailed information about your internal affairs. After the matter is completed, I will give you a reward for two settlements at once."

This time, Garcia waited for a long time before the other party sent an unclear message.

"They seem to be contacting the doctor to resolve the current trouble."

Contact a doctor?Garcia's eyebrows slowly frowned, what is this for?Or, what is the code name of the doctor? He asked a few more questions, but the other party didn't know what the doctor meant.All I know is that the other party seems to be a very powerful and famous doctor.

What does it mean?

Garcia didn't know why, and then he sent the message to Bolivar.

"Contact the doctor?" Bolivar read the words lightly. What's the trouble with the FBI right now?Who is sick?Why would you need a doctor to fix this hassle?

He deleted the text message in a daze, and even wondered if Garcia's informant had lied to him.

But soon, he put this matter aside again. The FBI matter has nothing to do with him. This should be a headache for rum and whiskey. He just needs to pay attention to hiding his identity.

The most urgent task is to digest Karasuma's business in Neon as soon as possible.

Bolivar took a deep breath, and he reopened the thick plan. Regarding the construction plan of the red-soled shoe industry, he has decided to hand over this plan to Akemi Miyano in the future, but it is not yet possible. So direct, who should I hand it over to, who is better to hand it over to?

He picked up the phone on his desk and dialed his secretary's number.

"Olga, um, I remember that Miss Jane has signed a formal contract with our company, right?"

"...Yes, because of Wynyard's accident, the previous cooperation with them has been terminated."

"Yes, Wynyard is currently undergoing a comprehensive renovation."

"Please help me call Miss Jane and her team." Bolivar hummed again, "Yes, arrange a free time, I want to talk to them."

When Chianti brought Cohen and others to Bolivar's office, she was in a daze and couldn't believe her ears.

The sofa sitting under her body was comfortable and soft, and the person in front of her looked very gentle. The female secretary with light white hair gently made tea and poured her a cup of warm tea. Everything looked so beautiful.

But her pupils dilated, her face full of shock, she pointed to her nose, unable to believe what Bolivar was saying.

"Are you kidding me?" Chianti couldn't help repeating again, "What do you mean, am I famous enough? Can I fly solo? Can you help me monetize my name and make them have a brand effect?"

"Where is this right?"

"No! I think Mr. Rosales' suggestion is very good! My angel!" Hook's eyes became brighter and brighter after hearing Bolivar's words, and he grabbed Chianti's hand , was slapped away mercilessly by the other party, he was not angry, wiped his hands, and then automatically took over Bolivar's persuasion task.

"Being a model for a lifetime has no future! There is no money!"

"My angel is so beautiful! I deserve to be the boss! Manage a big company! Own my own makeup brand and clothing business, and even be a shareholder and president!"

"Think about it! Your former peers, those model stars, will be your subordinates in the future and make money for you! Call you the boss! You are their parents! Don't you want to be tempted!"

"You can even suppress those who bullied you! You once disliked those who laughed at you!"

Chianti unconsciously thought of that nasty woman in Belmode. Her eyes lit up subconsciously, and her throat became a little dry: "I mean, I mean... the future, is it possible..."

"Huh?" Bolivar smiled politely.

"Don't worry, speak slowly." He comforted Chianti like this.

"Is it possible to let that broken company of Wynyard go bankrupt! Let Bell... let that hateful woman, Chris Wynyard, live on the streets!"

"Then call you the boss?" Bolivar answered unhurriedly.

"Yes! That's it!" Chianti jumped up, couldn't help stretching out his hand, and slapped the armrest of his sofa hard, trembling with excitement for the scene he imagined in his heart.

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