The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

When lunch is over, there are empty lunch boxes on the table.Amuro was full of thoughts, and his mind was extremely messed up. He left early on the excuse of going on patrol, leaving Bolivar and Garcia in the house.

Bolivar watched the two men walk away, and then his spine gave way, and he slid down and collapsed in the seat, listless, in the chair.He took out his cell phone and checked the text messages one by one.Curacao sent a message saying that she had received a notice that there was something wrong with Gin Wine and asked her to help in a few days.

"Boss?" Garcia asked.

"Ah, I'm fine, it's just that I said big things to fool the two old foxes, and now I have some shameful aftereffects." Bolivar waved his hand at Garcia.

"...Although I appear to be confident, in fact I am not sure." Bolivar couldn't help but sighed, "No one can guarantee 100% that they will not overturn."

"I believe you will be successful."

"How is it possible, I am not a god."

"I saw that when you watched Manager Amuro's jokes, you were very happy." Garcia added, "I don't see where your nervousness is at all."

"I'm curious, if one day in the future, he knows your true face and realizes that you were just making him happy..." Garcia couldn't help drawing out his voice.

"..."

"You will definitely be beaten, right? You will definitely be beaten."

"No, I'm not very worried, isn't it because of you?" Bolivar smiled, "You won't let me get beaten, Brown?"

"..." Garcia was slightly stunned when he heard this name, and then he was silent for a second, then smiled, "Ah, I can't beat Manager Amuro. In order to avoid other situations, I can deliberately avoid this time period, I'll come back when he finishes beating you."

"Hey, didn't you say that you share weal and woe? You are not loyal enough." Bolivar also stood up with a smile, and sorted out the files on his desk. The sorted files were stood up and knocked on the table, making a crisp sound .

For a while, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became silent, and only the humming of the instruments and machines next to it, and the cooling of the main engine fan could be heard.

"The documents taken by the FBI..." Bolivar asked suddenly, "What exactly is it?"

Garcia glanced at Bolivar: "It's nothing important, at least it doesn't affect the organization."

Bolivar asked, "Can't you tell me?"

Garcia hesitated for a few seconds, then tilted his head slightly: "Looking at the time, you should have already guessed quite a few things."

"So now we should be able to talk." Garcia looked thoughtful, and whispered to himself a few words, and then before Bolivar could say anything, he bent slightly and whispered in the other's ear. Said a few words.

Bolivar's face became very exciting in an instant. He took a deep breath, and his words were vague: "Ah, this is really useless to them..."

"But if they really deciphered the meaning..." Bolivar frowned. If he really deciphered the complete meaning of those documents, it would still be very lethal to him.

"I don't think you need to worry at all," Garcia sat on the desk casually. "Even if they guessed part of the content, they would not be able to guess the name in the story no matter what."

"...Is there a next episode?"

"Huh? Of course, the first three chapters were stolen, and I still have the content of the next few chapters." Garcia said, "The rest were originally in my house, but I was worried that a rude dog would break into them." door, took them away, and brought out the manuscript."

"It's being kept by Olga now."

"Okay, I'll ask her for it later." Bolivar nodded and glanced at his watch. It was getting late.

He got up and straightened the folds on his clothes: "I'm leaving first, there is a meeting in the afternoon."

"I wish you a smooth journey." Garcia nodded.

After leaving the room, Bolivar's face suddenly became solemn.

After finishing his lunch break, Curacao, who was waiting outside, keenly noticed that Bolivar was in a bad mood: "Boss?"

"It's nothing." Bolivar smiled and took a deep breath. He glanced at the TV that was playing the promotional advertisement again, feeling a little uncomfortable that the plan was interrupted.

"I originally planned to eat this piece of red at the end," Bolivar shrugged pretending to be relaxed, and said as he walked forward, "Now I have to change the plan in advance. The situation is in a hurry, and there is a fear of accidents."

Curacao followed Bolivar with some hesitation: "Maybe there is something I can help."

She glanced at the person on the TV, and looked around again. There was no one nearby. Curacao asked in a low voice: "Is this expert dissatisfied with you? How about us?"

She made a gesture to cut her throat, but after thinking about it, she felt that it was too bloody, so she changed her words: "Put him in a sack and beat him up?"

"Cough," Bolivar couldn't help laughing, and the previous solemnity dissipated a lot. He patted Curacao's shoulder, "No, no. Even without this expert, there will be others .It's the people behind the scenes who are running this that matter."

"Don't worry, I already have a plan." Bolivar said slowly, and took his folder behind him, "I remember in the afternoon, several medical schools wanted to contact us to share the latest micro-camera technology and Combination of medical services... There are people who want to invest in Ms. Asai's new liquid medicine..."

"Yes, the other party is one of the largest medical supplies manufacturers." Curacao opened his memo, glanced at ten lines, and quickly found the relevant records, "They want to buy Grid's related patents in camera and imaging The right to use..."

"Besides, Olga, find me a list of people who will be at the meeting," Bolivar said, closing his folder, "everyone's temperament and all, and the faction they're currently in. For example, is there any interest involved with China Street?"

"Yes."

The expo went on in an orderly manner, and everything was not much different from what Bolivar had predicted before. George and Keanu thought about it for several days, and finally accepted the virtual reality technology that Bolivar shared with them. The three parties reached a cooperation. We jointly invested in the establishment of laboratories, and the technologies developed belonged to the three companies.

And Keanu finally told half of Wilson's secrets he knew, and he gave the two of them an address, which is the current address of Wilson's daughter.But at the same time, he regretted that he didn't ask anything from the other party. Seeing the past friendship between the two parties, he couldn't be too tough on his friend's daughter.

He only said that the other party did not want to participate in these things, nor did he want to avenge his father.

Bolivar checked the other party's situation as soon as he got the address, and was shocked to find that this was an acquaintance, and that the other party was currently working in Dorobega, and he could be regarded as a nominal employee of Grid.After thinking about it, he decided to try his luck.

That address happened to be in East Andy.However, according to the degree of chaos in East Andy before, this is indeed a good place to hide your identity, which is reasonable.

The car slowly stopped in front of a small white building. Bolivar got out of the car and looked around. The newly built police station in East Andy happened to be next to it, and the Dorobega toy factory was on the other side.

The shape of this small building is relatively old, the walls are yellowed, there are many dark brown mud prints in the corners, and some ordinary small flowers are planted around it, which looks a bit warm and cozy.

The word "Wilson" was written on the front door of the house, which did not conceal the fact that the owner of the house was named Wilson.Curacao got out of the car and rang the doorbell.

Ding-dong-

There were some noises in the room, and a woman's voice came from the room asking: "Who is it?"

The voice was cold and gentle, and it could be judged that the other party was young, probably only 20 years old.

"Hi, Miss Wilson." Bolivar hesitated for a second, and then decisively chose to get straight to the point and explain why he came.

He chooses his words carefully, avoiding the potentially offensive designation of Mr. Keanu's friend, or your father's acquaintance: "I'm Bolivar Rosales. Grid is the current general manager. Some jobs I would like to discuss with you about the matter above. I am very sorry to disturb you. I wonder if you are free today."

"..." The people in the room seemed to hesitate for a moment, and looked outside through the cat's eyes, and then there was a rustling sound, and the door opened.

Curacao saw the appearance of the person in front of her clearly, her pupils shrank slightly, and a trace of unbearable flashed in her eyes.

"Mr. President." The woman was wearing a shabby pink dress, her tone was not bad, and she didn't see the flattery and panic of her immediate boss at all.

She invited the three of Bolivar in.

The inside of the house is almost the same as the outside, with a sense of dilapidated warmth everywhere, it can be seen that the owner of the house loves this place very much.There are some old newspapers on the wall.Miss Wilson with the flaxen hair came over with several cups of hot tea and put them in front of Bolivar.

Her posture was casual, even perfunctory, as if she was in a very bad mood.

"What's your business?" The flaxen-haired woman was indifferent.She was sitting upright, facing Bolivar, which allowed Bolivar to see the other person's appearance more clearly at the moment.

The woman in front of her is about 20 years old, with a slender figure. It can be seen that she was originally a beautiful and gentle woman, but on her left and right cheeks, there were two deep wounds, which slid down from the corners of the eyes to the corners of the mouth, forming a A ferocious scar like a centipede.In the eyes of outsiders, this woman is basically disfigured.

Jasmine Wilson.Bolivar's mood was a bit complicated, and he quickly found the relevant memories of the other party.In the bar murder case, the victim's childhood sweetheart.

Looking slightly at the wound on the opponent's face, Bolivar thought of Jenny. After Champs Elysees was bombed, he specially sent someone to investigate the information of the personnel who participated in the operation that day, which clearly stated the code member card newly recruited by Rum Shasa's identity, Miss Jasmine's classmate, the victim's girlfriend, and the murderer of that murder.

"Ms. Mary Wilson, hello." Bolivar nodded slightly, calling out the other party's alias at the moment.

Jasmine Wilson frowned, and looked at Bolivar with a very cold gaze. In other words, she felt a sense of stillness in her whole body.

Bolivar, who was sitting across from her, also felt a little heavy. He finally knew what Keanu's expression meant when he told them the news.There seems to be something wrong with Miss Wilson's mental state?

He quickly ran through all the information in his mind.The current state of the other party seems to correspond to his guess. His childhood sweetheart was killed, he was framed as a murderer, hunted down by black organizations, his face was disfigured, and he was forced to live incognito.Anyone who has experienced this kind of thing at a young age will change his personality drastically.And this Miss Jasmine was able to escape Casasa's revenge.Bolivar remembered that it was written in the file that the condition for Cassa to make drugs for Rum was to kill the trio who brought her boyfriend down, clean up the MW company, and kill her rival in love, Jasmine.

The fact that Kashasa is now in Neon Pharmaceuticals is safe and sound, which must mean that she thinks these goals have been accomplished.Therefore, Jasmine Wilson managed to escape the revenge from the organization, changed her name, and hid in East Andy.

This proves from the side that she does have some ability, whether it is her own ability or the wealth left by her father, this alone is enough for Bolivar to come.

"Miss Wilson." Bolivar thought of many plans for a while, how he should persuade the other party.

The basic ones, coercion and temptation, money temptation, empathy, reasoning, and more advanced ones, impress the other party with their dreams and personality charm, but in the end, his words stopped at a delicate position.

"I don't know if you remember, I saw you two years ago. It was in the Kitty Bar."

Hearing this name, Jasmine's face changed drastically. She sat upright awkwardly, and the calm mask on her face instantly cracked. Her tone was sharp: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Curacao, who was following, was taken aback by the other party's behavior. She stretched out her hand to stop Bolivar, and the fingertips of the other hand emitted the cold light of a knife.Bolivar reached out and grabbed Curacao's arm, shaking his head, signaling that the other party should not worry.

He didn't seem to notice the ferocity on Jasmine's face, and slowly added: "Of course I remember, I happened to attend a party in a bar that day. At that time, your name was Miss Jasmine, and I also saw Mr. Martin's misfortune afterwards. With you and Jenny..."

Jasmine turned pale when she heard her own name, then her whole body trembled slightly when she heard the name Martin, and finally interrupted Bolivar roughly when she heard the name Jenny: "Okay, what are you talking about? ? President Grid?"

Her tone was very bad: "Are you asking me to hide my identity and sneak into your company? I'm just a small employee of Dorobeka."

"Or did you find any clues in the previous murder case? You came to ask me instead of the police?" Her tone was mocking, accusing Bolivar of being nosy.

"No, I was just curious about why you changed your name at first, and worried that you were a spy sent by the other company, so I checked some information. Unfortunately, I found some information about the organization that was hunting you down, and then It is very coincidental to hear about your life experience."

"So you came here after the thing in my hand?" Miss Jasmine's reaction was very quick, all her irritability and sharpness had been subdued, and her whole person was depressed and silent again, sitting there, sharp and sharp. Calm, the only constant is the hostility towards Bolivar.

It seemed that apart from the previous case, nothing could touch her. As soon as she found out that Bolivar's purpose had nothing to do with that case, Jasmine immediately regained her composure.

"Your excuse sounds really good. How much did Mr. Keanu sell my news?" Jasmine sneered, and she quickly connected Bolivar with Keanu who harassed her a few days ago.

"I don't have anything, and even if I have it, I won't give it to you." Jasmine didn't wait for Bolivar's explanation, and directly refused Si Lian, "I don't want money, and I haven't pursued it, let alone death or any threats."

"I have no relatives or friends, and I don't want to live anymore." Jasmine said coldly, "If you can give me a ride, I would be very grateful."

Bolivar frowned slightly, and he glanced at the cross hanging around the other's neck.

"I want to ask, don't you want to take revenge for Mr. Martin?" Bolivar asked, seeing Jasmine's face change again, he added again, "I don't want to take revenge on the person who made me become like this ?"

Jasmine clenched her fists on her knees slightly, and she looked at Bolivar with cold suspicion and hostility.

Bolivar continued to add without hesitation: "You should know that the person who killed Mr. Martin was not locked up by the police because they had no evidence. The most ridiculous thing is that she didn't think it was her fault, but took revenge. Innocent you."

"I know your own situation. Graduated from a prestigious university, majored in business, top-notch. No matter where you go after graduation, you can find a decent, leisurely and well-paid job, but because of her behavior..."

"You lost your beloved..."

Jasmine couldn't help reaching out and pinching her leg.

"I lost my beautiful face..."

Jasmine bit her lips subconsciously.

"Forced to give up their studies, like thousands of illiterates who have never been to school, doing boring jobs like screwing screws..."

Jasmine's breathing became more and more rapid.

"Hiding incognito, hiding like a mouse! Living with the mess in the slums!"

Jasmine's eyes were like two knives, piercing straight into Bolivar's body. There was hatred, anger, and a hint of bewilderment in them.

"Because of your special status, you can't even contact the police..." Bolivar observed the other party's face, and then changed his words instantly, "No, you contacted the police, but the other party did nothing, and it was impossible for you to Ordinary people invest a lot of energy, you can't hide from the killer who is ready to attack you at any time."

"So, with the help of your father's old friend, you escaped the hunt." Bolivar's thoughts gradually became clear. It is estimated that Jasmine had to contact her father's old friend at the beginning. Nu is a cunning guy, but the other party may not have much financial ability. In short, Jasmine finally contacted Keanu...

So Keanu knew about Jasmine's situation for at least two years.A few months ago, Keiko Asai used the name of Wilson to send hard drives to everyone. Bolivar suddenly realized that Keanu probably knew that the courier was a fake, so that day, Keanu found it immediately. Him and George.He probably tested the attitude of the other party, to see if he could use this as an excuse to form an alliance and attack the bigger cake.

Jasmine was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Mr. Keanu doesn't know about Jenny."

Her gaze gradually became sharp: "He didn't know, it was Jenny who was taking revenge on me. He thought that someone had found out about Wilson's information and was taking revenge. I thought so too, but I saw the attacker. During the second attack."

"The scar on my face was left at that time." She had an aggressive look, and her movements were defensive, and her body shrank back slightly.

"So, Mr. Rosales, how did you know about Jenny?"

"Can I understand that whether it is the Grid crisis or Mr. Keanu's affairs, it is a cover you throw out, compared to Grid's information source and Mr. Keanu's information source. You are actually, from Jenny The news over there."

After Jasmine finished saying this, she took a deep breath, and stared at Bolivar in a correct manner. Her hands and feet trembled slightly, and she also carried the excitement and fear of discovering the secret.

The atmosphere in the room froze in an instant, Curacao turned his gaze around, with a hint of worry, the sun came in from the window, making the room even more cramped and cramped, and the dazzling golden color made people nervous.

Even though the temperature is not low today and she is wearing a thick skirt, Jasmine still feels that her hands and feet are cold, and the blood all over her body seems to be rushing to her head.She seemed to be able to clearly hear the sound of blood flowing in her veins.

She felt that she was crazy, and she felt that she must have guessed right, and the other party would probably silence her!But she really wanted to know too much, and this was the closest she'd been to her enemy's secret.Even if she is immediately silenced by this President Grid, she still wants to know the answer.

Bolivar stared at her face, and when the other person's breathing became more and more rapid, he suddenly smiled: "Isn't this very motivated? So you still want revenge, right?"

"!?" Jasmine froze for a moment.

"It looks much better now than the lifeless look when I first entered the door."

"I suffered a loss, was injured, and was treated unfairly. Even if my head is bloody, I will take revenge." Bolivar's tone was very gentle, and he winked at her.

Jasmine was taken aback again, she suddenly felt that the soft sofa seemed to have thorns, which made her unable to sit still.

"You don't have to speculate whether I was sent by Jenny to deal with you. She is not so big. Miss Jenny and I just happened to have some festivities. I found out a few days ago that she blew up my Restaurant." Bolivar said lightly.

Jasmine pursed her lips, lowered her head slightly, and most of the aura she had gathered before unconsciously dissipated.

"I remember you were a business school student before? Are you willing to change your position? Turning screws is too much of a waste of your brain."

Bolivar thought the other party was good, and when he met again after being depressed for two years, he could immediately judge that his source of information was wrong, at least he was a smart person with a clear mind.

His speech speed accelerated: "Why don't you come to Grid's financial department? How about the financial assistant?..."

He took out the set of rhetoric he used to fool Hui Ni back then, and started to fool Jasmine.

And Jasmine's expression became more and more dull, like a squirrel that had been robbed of its melon seeds. She didn't know why things had developed like this.She looked at Bolivar again and again to make sure that he was not blind. She did see the scar on her face, but she didn't seem to see it.

She remembered that this wasn't the topic they talked about before, right?How did it become such a topic in a daze?When did I say I was looking for a job?

"Whether it's for yourself or for...Martin." Bolivar paused for a second, and said the name softly, "You have to be nicer to yourself."

"The better you live, the better revenge you have on your enemies." Bolivar smiled, "Before I came here, I thought that the information in your hand might be valuable, but now I think your value is more valuable than that information." more important."

Jasmine's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly. It seemed that she hadn't heard such similar words for more than two years.The corner of Curacao's mouth was slightly curved, and she seemed to be in a very good mood. She also gave Jasmine an encouraging look, as if to say 'Come on'.

"Seriously, I remember that you are only 22? 21 years old? You are younger than me. It is a waste of such a good age to waste here. Keanu is the same, he is not slippery, he does not want to take any responsibility." Boli Val didn't seem to see the slightly flushed face of the other party, and complained slightly.

He reiterated his suggestion: "Well, do you want to work in Grid? I can guarantee your safety. Even if you run around in front of Jenny, she won't dare to do anything to you, let alone kill you."

Jasmine was a little annoyed, she wanted to question and refute the other party, what qualifications do you have to guarantee my safety, those policemen can't guarantee it.But Bolivar's tone was too gentle, and his attitude was too frank, making people subconsciously want to believe him, want to give it a try, and want to return to the colorful life back then.She opened her mouth several times, trying to say something, but stopped.

Bolivar didn't urge her either. He gave the other party enough time to think. He glanced around the room. There were all dingy and dilapidated furniture around, which had been washed many times, and basically they couldn't see their true colors.

Bolivar smiled softly: "You can adjust your mentality first, take care of your body, and then send her to prison."

Hearing these words, Jasmine couldn't help biting her lips, her brows and eyes revealing a trace of unwillingness.

"Killing is always an option, it's a line that everyone can't cross, I don't think the other party deserves your bottom line." Bolivar added, "After all, we are a regular company, and we are hiding from unknown forces. Harassment and defense are fine, but it’s not okay to take the initiative to do illegal things.”

He clearly saw the struggle in Jasmine's eyes.

"Anyway, you have already prepared for the worst. Why don't you jump out and give it a try? The outside world may not be as scary and indifferent as you imagined."

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Sorry, some cards recently, the update time is not stable.

I didn’t make it up yesterday, but I added it today.

Refill.

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