The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

In the middle of the night, the neon lights on both sides of the street flickered, reflecting the dark night.

The sun has set, but people don't rest there. The construction of many modern facilities has enriched people's night life. Many young men and women flocked to the streets after a day of study or work.

Today is Saturday, and in the eyes of those people, it is a good day for carnival.Three men dressed similarly to ordinary students followed the crowd and walked forward silently.

Finally, they turned into a secluded location and parked in front of a late night bar.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the blond man in the lead was slapped on the face by the roaring disco sound. The smile on the corner of his lips froze slightly, but he still walked in bravely.The well-dressed bartender came up, and the dark brown-haired man behind the blond man smiled politely at the bartender and asked for a quiet corner seat.

The black-haired curly-haired man was smoking a cigarette, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything after all, and followed the two people to the corner and sat down.

"What would you like to drink?" the waiter asked softly.

Amuro glanced at the wine list and said, "A glass of bourbon, pure drink with ice."

Zhu Fu Jingguang hesitated for a second, glanced at Matsuda Jinpei, then at Amuro Toru, and then said to the waiter: "A glass of Jiantian, pure drink without ice."

"Where is this gentleman?" The waiter turned his head and asked softly to Matsuda Jinpei.

Matsuda Jinhei gritted his teeth, glanced at Toru Amuro with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then at Jingguang Zhu Fu who seemed a little anxious, and vaguely guessed something.

He snorted, pushed the sunglasses he was wearing, and said to the waiter, "Have a smoked bourbon cocktail."

"..." Toru Amuro closed the menu in his hand with a snap, and glared at him, really as childish as before.

Zhu Fu Jingguang laughed, the waiter took away the wine list and left the space.

Zhu Fu Jingguang listened to the roar of the sound of dancing in his ears, turned his head slightly, and saw the group of demons dancing in the dance floor downstairs, countless people were reveling recklessly inside, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

He didn't feel noisy at all, or rather, he actually felt that all the beauty in front of him was unreal.

The three of them sat in a triangle shape, no one moved, they just looked at the people on both sides from the corner of their eyes, until the waiter brought three glasses of wine to them and left, only the three of them were left in the small private room.

Matsuda Jinhei picked up the wine glass and turned it around. This glass of smoked bourbon is light tan and the color is very beautiful.It's topped with a cinnamon roll with a burnt side to simulate a cigar.

Matsuda raised his eyebrows, which was quite interesting.

He reached out, grabbed the cigarette he was dangling, took a deep breath, and then spewed out a puff of white smoke.Seeing this scene, Toru Amuro had a thoughtful look on his face.

In the end, Matsuda Jinpei was the most impatient, and he was the first to break the conversation.

He didn't question Toru Amuro directly, and he didn't say anything about whether you contacted me or not.He brought the topic to the embarrassing incident at noon.

"Let me tell you, you two really made a fuss before, isn't it just that there is a little mud on your face?" Matsuda Jinping snorted, "Masters in agriculture have to go to the fields to farm, and doctors in civil engineering have to move bricks on construction sites. That's not mud, it's Proof of my hard work. As for laughing like this?"

Matsuda Jinping's words revealed contempt for the two of them, as if he was condemning their low-level tastes, but no matter how you listened to it, it seemed to be forcibly disrespecting the two of them.

"...Oh." Toru Amuro looked away from the other party's smoky bourbon, and applauded politely, "Mr. Matsuda is indeed great. But, if you say that, why were you hiding before? You are still covering your face ?”

"..." Matsuda Zhenping glared at him a few times, if he can't speak, he can keep his mouth shut, so he doesn't have to force himself so much.

"Anshi." Zhu Fu Jingguang also persuaded with a smile, "And Matsuda, you should also pay attention, there is still business to be done."

Don't be like before, every time you meet, it's like enemies, you must fight.Zhu Fu Jingguang swallowed these words.

"Honestly, why did you come here." Hearing the words, Amuro suppressed his smile, stretched his wrist, and asked, "I found out before, what happened to the car crash and owed debts, the previous contact was for This matter."

Toru Amuro frowned slightly, and lowered his voice: "And that reward order, what's going on?"

The smile on Matsuda Jinpei's face froze, except for the first question, he didn't want to answer the last two questions.So he took out his phone, avoiding the eyes of Toru and Amuro, found his online number, and sent a text message.

Amuro looked at the other party and clicked to send the text message, and then his mobile phone in the inner pocket vibrated twice.

Ok?

The expression on Toru Amuro's face froze.

Matsuda Jinpei has been staring at the two people across from him, and finally seeing that the text message was answered by Amuro Toru, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and took a sip of the smoked bourbon. Sure enough, it was as he expected.

When Toru Amuro checked the text message, Matsuda Jinpei raised his wine glass and asked slowly, "So, Bourbon and Gentian?"

When he said the names of the two wines, his eyes moved accordingly, and he glanced at Toru Amuro and Jingguang Zhufu respectively.It sounds like you're calling them.

Zhu Fu Jingguang subconsciously turned his head and looked around at the people around him, well, except for the three of them, there was no one here.He glanced at Toru Amuro again, um, the other party was reading the text message sent to him by Matsuda Jinhei.

When Toru Amuro finished reading the text message, he also had an unbelievable expression on his face. He looked up at Jinpei Matsuda, with his mouth half-opened, his tone uncertain: "What the hell is the police station thinking? ..."

Was this thornhead sent out to be an undercover agent? !

Toru Amuro swallowed the second half of the words abruptly.But Matsuda Jinpei had already judged from the other party's expression what he wanted to say.

"Hey, blonde bastard, what's going on? What do you want to say?" Matsuda Jinhei patted the table twice, and asked dissatisfiedly, "What do you want to say? Huh?"

"Cough, it's nothing." Toru Amuro said so, but there was an expression on his face, "So you also have self-knowledge".

"!? If I had known it was..." You bastard.

Matsuda Jinpei also forcibly restrained what he didn't say, he clicked his tongue: "If I knew it earlier, I would definitely refuse."

That's what he said, but he knew very well that if he knew that the above-mentioned connector was his classmate, he would definitely come over more actively. After all, Jiang Gu Ling was the first in their grade.

This guy Jiang Gu Ling actually needs support, and this is still in the case of Zhu Fu Jingguang next to him.

This organization turned out to be so tricky.The smile on the corner of Matsuda Jinpei's mouth slowly faded, and he put the empty wine glass back on the table. The glass made a clicking sound when it hit the wooden surface.

"Come on, explain what's going on now." Matsuda Jinpei's tone sounded light.

"Ah, indeed." The expressions of the two men on the opposite side gradually became serious.

Matsuda Jinhei opened the wine bottle next to him and poured himself another glass of wine.

"..."

"Wait a minute," Zhu Fu Jingguang reached out to block Matsuda Jinping's movement of pouring wine, his expression was very serious, "Tomorrow is the official opening day of Dorobi Tropical Paradise. We still have work, so we can't drink too much. It's a mistake to drink."

"Ah, oh." Matsuda Zhenping was taken aback for a moment, then followed the other party's movement and honestly put down the wine glass.

"..."

He looked at the cup standing upright on the table, then looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang and Amuro Toru with his approval on his face.

"Wait a minute, why do you have to go to the company to work overtime on Sunday! I thought today's overtime work is already the limit?" Matsuda Jinpei crushed the cigarette in his hand, and finally realized that the previous conversation was wrong.

He couldn't help rubbing his hair, only to realize that the two people opposite him gave him a confused expression.

"Hey, is tomorrow Sunday?" Toru Amuro blinked.

"Ah, it should be Sunday, after all, there is a lot of traffic on Sunday." Zhu Fu Jingguang analyzed, "Opening on Sunday would be more suitable."

"...I won't talk to you two social animal workaholics." Matsuda Jinping couldn't help but lit another cigarette, took a deep breath, calmed down, and continued to ask with the cigarette in his mouth.

"For Dorobeka's opening ceremony, Jing and Midorikawa are the people in charge. I won't stop you blond bastard from watching, but why should I be there?"

Don't you want to take a day off?As Matsuda Jinpei said, he couldn't help but yawned a lot, and the exhaustion from busy work also came up. Now he just wants to finish checking the information quickly, and then go home and sleep.

Preferably one that can sleep in.

Hearing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang's gaze changed slightly, but his tone couldn't tell anything wrong: "Ah, I was negligent. Indeed, Matsuda is not here."

Hearing these words, the smoke in Matsuda Jinpei's mouth turned around and moved from left to right.

Toru Amuro put down the empty wine glass in his hand, glanced at Jinhei Matsuda, and said in a calm voice, "This is a project that Hikari has been busy for a long time and attaches great importance to."

Matsuda Zhenhei frowned slightly, wondering if it was because of his own overthinking, he always felt that there was something wrong with these words, and the taste was strange.

"Oh, but Matsuda, you are indeed very tired from work recently," Toru Amuro continued, "After all, you have to go to the construction site, right?"

"It's fine if you can't come, don't force it." Amuro said with a smile.

"Anshi." Zhu Fu Jingguang coughed lightly.

Zhu Fu Jingguang thought for a while, took out a stack of employee coupons from his pocket, and handed them to Matsuda Jinping: "Matsuda, I want you to hand over these coupons to Ban, that person."

Toru Amuro also responded, letting go of the topic: "Is he getting married soon? This coupon is just right for him and his girlfriend."

"And this thing, keep it." Amuro Toru also took out a thick envelope from his pocket, which he had prepared before.He took the coupon from Zhu Fu Jingguang, put it together with the envelope, and pushed it in front of Matsuda Jinping.

"A coupon?"

Matsuda Jinhei flipped it lightly twice, the paper was thick and slippery, and the colors were bright.The light pink coupon is printed with Grid's logo in the shape of a bird, with bronzing and dark patterns, and the rules of use and other precautions are printed on the corners.This coupon looks pretty cool.

"Indeed, it's like a handicraft, and I'm a bit reluctant to use it." The long-haired girl touched the surface of the coupon and couldn't help sighing.

"If you like, there is a new stack from my father." The boy in the blue coat raised his hands, hugged the back of his head, and followed the girl forward. He smiled, "I remember, when I was young, I seemed to be with my parents. , met the president of Grid, this is a gift specially sent by that president."

"Huh?" The long-haired girl put away the coupon, "That's amazing."

"Let's go, or you won't be able to catch the tram, and if you miss the time, you won't have time to watch the penguin show." The boy stretched out his hand, tapped the girl's head lightly, tilted his head slightly and smiled.

"Ah, I hate it, Shinichi. Your hair will be messed up by you." Mao Lilan smiled and opened Kudo Shinichi's hand. She straightened her hair in front of the small mirror, and the two trotted all the way to catch the tram .

Sitting on the seat of the tram, she looked out of the window, a blonde girl passed by in a sports car, and Mao Lilan's eyes dimmed slightly.

"The lady from before... I don't know what happened."

"Ha, what can I do?" Kudo Shinichi quickly realized what Xiaolan said, and he snorted, "That kind of person is very dangerous at first glance, if she didn't leave quickly and threaten you again, I have already called the police to arrest her."

"Xinyi," Mao Lilan gave a reproachful look, "you know that's not what I'm talking about."

"Well," Kudo Shinichi frowned slightly, but persuaded in a tactful tone, "Don't worry about her injury, I heard that these people have their own unique skills, and she will be fine without your help someday. "

"……That's good."

"Knock-"

Grid Corporation Building.

A black-haired man came in with a pot of coffee in his hand.

The man put the coffee pot on the table, then turned his head and asked the man sitting behind the desk: "Today is the opening ceremony of Dorobega, boss, do you want to participate?"

"Well, I won't go." Bolivar said casually without looking up.He was sorting out the last project, feeling a little irritable, and time was running out.His fingers tapped faster on the keyboard.

Garcia silently looked at Bolivar's state, then thought about the two unfinished plans, and replied softly: "Okay."

He sat back in his seat.

And so, until the night.

Bolivar stopped and moved his sore wrist, ah, damn it.He glanced at his watch and clicked his tongue.

Now, it is already ten o'clock, and this plan must be sent before twelve o'clock today, it seems too late.

Bolivar took a deep breath, what to do?Do you want to snooze the message?It seems to be in time again.

Bolivar plucked his hair a little irritably, raised his head and shouted: "Garcia—"

Bolivar's words stuck in his mouth.

"What's wrong? Boss?"

Bolivar didn't answer, he blinked and blinked again to make sure he read the time correctly.

He even took off the watch on the table, tapped it twice, and glanced at the time on the phone.

"..." Bolivar swallowed, "Garcia, tell me what time it is now."

"Huh? Eight o'clock in the evening." A faint doubt floated on Garcia's face.

"..."

The expression on Bolivar's face gradually disappeared. When he looked at the watch before, he did see the pointer pointing at ten o'clock in the evening, but now he is told that it is already eight o'clock in the evening? !

Did he read the time wrong?Bolivar blinked, and suddenly, he thought of another possibility.

Bolivar reached out and tore off the calendar, only to find that the next page turned into spring.

"...Garcia, what season is it now?" Bolívar took a deep breath, turned his head very slowly, and asked.

"Huh? What's the matter with you? Isn't it autumn now?"

Garcia looked strange.

"...Then what season is tomorrow?"

"Of course it's spring."

Bolivar reached out again and flicked the alarm watch on his desk.The time displayed on it kept jumping from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-], and then to [-]:[-].

"Are you sure there is nothing wrong with this watch?"

Garcia glanced at his watch and didn't speak, but Bolivar recognized it from his expression. He actually felt that there was no problem at all with the pointer jumping left and right!

For a while the room was silent, and Bolivar stretched out his hands and hugged his head.His fingers dug deep into his hair.

Bolivar's own shadow and Garcia's shadow stretched out under the light and printed on the white floor tiles.

He felt that the other party was trying to rape his knowledge of geography and maybe physics.

"Tell me. Gin, Gin, what are you doing now..." Bolivar gasped, the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh.

"Today? He should have gone to the opening ceremony of Dorobega today." Garcia thought for a moment, and then told Bolivar.

"Boss, are you too tired from work?" Garcia hesitated to speak.

"..."

Under the gaze of the other party, Bolivar felt like an inflated balloon, filled with a basket of shocking complaints, and then deflated again without saying a word.

"Ah, forget it, never mind." Bolivar directly threw the question behind his head, "Plan, plan."

He glanced at it, and the time jumped forward by two hours, but what he had finished was still there.

"It seems that there is no need to call to inform them of the postponement." Bolivar whispered softly, feeling a little joy after a long absence, "Well, DDL has postponed itself, which is a good thing."

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