The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

The first second Amuro woke up, he realized something was wrong.

He was in a very high-end and modern-looking office surrounded by transparent glass. He was half lying on the table, and under his arms were documents that were warmed by his body temperature.

"Manager Amuro?" A woman in work clothes with short hair called out.

Seeing outsiders, Toru Amuro sat up instantly, only to realize that the clothes on his body had also changed, not the one he wore when he was working in the coffee shop, but another suit, which looked very expensive.

"Manager Amuro?" The other party called again.

Toru Amuro forced himself to temporarily ignore all the strange scenes in front of him, looking up at the strange face of the woman in front of him.

He tensed his arms the first second the opponent approached, but considering the obviously weird environment around him, he didn't make a move immediately, restrained his movements and listened to the opponent's words.

The woman asked worriedly: "Are you too tired from touring the field recently? Would you like to go to the lounge to rest for a while?"

Then he was dumbfounded.

Looking at the expression on the other party's face, it doesn't look like a fake, but he clearly remembered that he returned to his safe house last night, packed his things, and rested in his own room. He thought that no one could do it so perfectly. Change a place for sleeping self.

So where is this?

He smiled quietly.

"Thank you for your concern," he glanced across the name tag on the other party's chest and smiled, "Manager Wilson, are you here?"

The flaxen-colored short-haired woman looked the other person up and down, and after confirming that Toru Amuro was really okay, she took out a folder and handed it to Toru Amuro: "This is the financial list of your project for this month."

"Two small things went wrong, it's not a big deal." Jasmine Wilson paused, lowered her voice, propped her hands on the table, and her expression became tense.Her lips pursed, and she looked around warily.

Toru Amuro also subconsciously became vigilant, he thought, could this be another stronghold of the black organization?With a hypocritical smile on his face, he quietly waited for the news from this woman.

Then, he heard the other party speak in a tone as if revealing his nuclear-bomb launch code.

"I suspect someone is taking kickbacks for raw materials."

Amuro's smile froze on his face.

What?What kickback?

Jasmine didn't notice what was wrong with the other party, and continued: "Boss also read the report, there is something wrong with this purchase, he asked you to take the time to check it."

Toru Amuro didn't know what was going on in front of him, so he followed the other person's movements as well as he did. He took the watch, glanced at it, and saw the words written on it at a glance, Tou brand dumplings open this month income.

He froze for a second before he noticed that there were many places in his house with similar names printed on them.The file bag said Grid Group, Tou card, and a round glutinous rice ball was drawn on it.

There are various food packaging bags on the shelf, and everything shows that his current identity seems to be the manager of a certain food company.

Amuro Tou, uh, ah, he was still a little confused after dealing with Jasmine.

As he closed the door, his gaze changed instantly.

He saw another long-haired man in a black coat come out of the office next door, and hurriedly disappeared at the end. He would never be wrong about that man, it turned out to be gin!

This company has something to do with gin?

Toru Amuro raised his vigilance subconsciously. He closed the frosted glass door of the office and began to search for relevant information.

The first thing he found was the mobile phone in his pocket, and he clicked on the encrypted file as usual, and found that there was an entire folder inside, which read, Akai Shuichi Collection.

He subconsciously clicked on this collection, which marked the Chianti shooting site.

He clicked on the video with nervousness, and the woman's sharp cry sounded instantly: "Are you blind! Zhu Xingda! How are these two colors the same! The difference between them is like your mother's footwashing The water is as huge as the clouds in the sky!"

"Is this your work attitude! Not serious at all!"

Oh, oh ho!Toru Amuro was stunned, but he couldn't restrain his hands. These videos seemed to be poisonous, and he clicked on them one by one.

Many people who passed by Toru Amuro's office today heard it.A loud and strange sound erupted from Manager Amuro's office.Sounds a lot like someone trying desperately not to laugh.

The first item Amuro searched was a mobile phone, and then there was no second.

When he came back to his senses, he was already sitting in the office alone, watching his mobile phone for more than half an hour, and he felt that there was still more to say.

Before he had time to regret that he had mistaken someone with his mobile phone, he saw a man approaching and knocked on his glass door.

"Manager Amuro, Director Hook invites you to go over and shoot the commercial." The man said, looking at him cautiously, with dissatisfaction on his face, "Today is the last day, you can't delay."

Toru Amuro rubbed his stiffly smiling face, a little immersed in the intense emotion just now and couldn't extricate himself. Hearing the other party's words, he was slightly dazed: "Huh?"

"Manager Amuro? Do you have any questions?" Amuro looked suspiciously at the other party, and the man's face was hanging; there seemed to be something wrong with Manager Amuro today.

Amuro Toru suddenly felt bad. He didn't dare to disturb the other party, so he got up calmly: "Okay, please lead the way."

His cautiousness made him unwilling to show any flaws.

The suspicion on the man's face grew stronger, but he still didn't say anything, and led him into the shooting location. Toru Amuro followed the man in, glanced at the scene inside, and his breath paused slightly.

Another brown-haired man is standing on the left, and seems to be discussing something with the woman next to him.He looked warm and bright, with light all over his body, not at all like the dark, cold and stiff one in his last memory.

His eyes froze.

The brown-haired man seemed to be aware of it, turned his head around, saw that it was him, and smiled back.

Toru Amuro subconsciously pulled out a smile, looking stiff and pitiful.

But Zhu Fu Jingguang was a little far away, so he didn't see the unnaturalness on Anshi Toru's face.He continued to discuss with the director about Dorobega's IP script.

"Manager Anshi?" The man next to him called him, awakening his sanity. He hummed, turned his head, and glanced downstairs in an instant. A little curly-haired man was carrying big bags and ran over hurriedly. In the distance, he could hear the other party's loud complaints.

"That, that just now..." Seeing the familiar face of the other party, Toru Amuro couldn't hold back his expression completely. He subconsciously turned his head and asked his assistant.

His assistant looked puzzled, and he took a look with his head, and the doubts on his face became more intense: "Are you talking about Manager Matsuda?"

The other party seemed to mutter in a low voice: "What's wrong with you today?"

This made Toru Amuro even more afraid to move, and all the dead people came back to life...

Toru Amuro was almost numb. He was pulled to the shooting location, showing a false and blurred smile, and followed the director to snap a lot of photos.

Even if the other party asked him to hold the spatula and make such a stupid move, he didn't dare to move, for fear of disturbing something and breaking this dream.

When the filming ended, Toru Amuro looked at the brown-haired man standing next to him, his heart seemed to be eaten by ants, and the pain floated up, and the blood from countless midnight dreams floated up again, making him never again. Can't help it.He stepped forward.

"Anshi?" Zhu Fu Jingguang asked a little strangely.

"...Jing Guang, I want to take a photo with you." Toru Amuro felt his throat was blocked.

At this moment, he gave up his vigilance and struggle, and immersed himself in the short-lived happiness.

It doesn't matter even if I become a funny food manufacturer, it doesn't matter even if Jing Guang is not a policeman, but a company producer, and Matsuda Jinpei who looks like a construction site boss...

At least everyone is alive, this dream is so beautiful...

Seeing the tense and expectant expression on the other party's face, Zhu Fu Jingguang subconsciously stopped what he didn't say, thoughtfully didn't ask anything, and took a group photo with Amuro Toru, who was holding a spatula.

There was a hazy smirk on Toru Amuro's face, and he didn't realize what he was filming at all.He treasured the photo in his pocket.

"Okay, thank you Assistant Amuro." The photographer smiled at him. He didn't know why Manager Amuro, who had always pushed back and refused to shoot, suddenly changed his temper. He didn't care what he ate, and his task was to shoot. Finish early and leave work early.

The photographer kept on clicking, clicking, and directed the other party to take several poses.

With the photos, various employees of Grid also took action, quickly retouching, cutting out the photos, making them into trademarks, and pasting them on the packaging bags.

The shape of the packaging is a picture created by Bolivar with reference to the trademark of Ganma Chili Sauce. A circle reveals the head, face and shoulders of Toru Amuro, who is smiling silly.The expression comes from Toru Amuro, who just met Zhu Fu Jingguang and couldn't restrain himself under the overjoyed.

The very efficient staff of Grid quickly produced the items and pasted them in batches on a series of food packaging bags such as quick-frozen dumplings, quick-frozen Lantern Festival, frozen meatballs, various cans, and instant noodles.

Because Grid won a good reputation by virtue of the financial crisis, and then further expanded, the food industry has developed into almost all categories.

Any ordinary resident who walks into a supermarket will be dazzled by the colorful grid food packaging bags at a glance.

Now, they were dazzled by the smiling face of a certain dark-skinned young man.

The other party has light blond hair and slightly dark skin, and when he smiles, he shows his crooked teeth.Under the distortion of the printing process, it looks very magical.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"! That bastard who pretended to be me!! What did he do here!"

This is already the first table that Toru Amuro smashed.

"This must be Belmode's conspiracy! I didn't do it at all!" He grabbed his hair and cried hysterically.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's face was sullen, but he still couldn't help it. After failing, he turned his head to the other side and didn't speak.

But Matsuda Jinpei wouldn't give face like this. He slapped the table wildly, and was about to roll to the ground laughing. discernible."

"Hahahaha! So that's you! Workaholic! Workaholic! Don't stay up late every day, look! You can't be sleepy!"

There was a merry uproar in the house.

"Hey, Jing Guang, I've already thought about what to give to the monitor this year!" Matsuda Jinhei said while laughing until his stomach hurts and he couldn't straighten his back. Great gift package..."

"Ah! Bastard! Come and die!" Toru Amuro felt that his sanity had been broken in an instant, shouted angrily, and rushed forward to duel with Matsuda Jinpei.

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The author has something to say:

感谢在2022-05-1115:39:53~2022-05-1306:09:25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 star sinks;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 2 for my wife’s little sweetheart;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 35 bottles of pkmht; 30 bottles of rotary blades; 5 bottles of Chloe; 4 bottles of July Snow;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!