I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 219: Strangling the conspiracy in the cradle
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"Eh? No, no, only important people can participate ..." The expression on Xia Shiyu's face fluctuated obviously, and the tone was rarely in a panic.
"Isn't that just right?" Jiang Chen smiled.
Wen Yan, Xia Shiyu lowered her head, and the dark bangs slightly blocked her eyes.
"I ... Is it important to you?"
"Of course." Jiang Chen replied without thinking.
Future people's technology companies can have today's achievements. It can be said that Xia Shiyu, who is the CEO, has contributed greatly. Jiang Chen had almost no experience in handling the company's operations and emergency situations, and Xia Shiyu left everything to work alone.
Black technology is very NB, but if there is no professional operation, it is just a black technology, not a banknote.
For Jiang Chen, Xia Shiyu is as important as his left and right hands.
However, for the word "important", the two clearly understood that there was a slight deviation.
Xia Shiyu's face turned red when he heard Jiang Chen's "of course".
"Yes, but we haven't been in contact yet, and we're not sure whether it's suitable for the other party. If we go directly to the last step, it's still--" Xia Shiyu looked to the side with his arms folded, his index finger was a little embarrassed. Hair curled around the temples, even the white neck was covered with blush.
"Wait, wait a minute, why can't I understand ..." Jiang Chen hurriedly stopped Xia Shiyu's words and smiled bitterly.
Xia Shiyu froze for a moment, and put down her arms.
"Huh?"
"Uh, the conditions for carrying female guests, can you tell me more about it ..."
Sure enough, some misunderstanding occurred between the two.
It is natural to bring a female guest to participate, but it must be a wife, or at least a fiancee, not even a girlfriend. Although there is no explicit provision, it has almost become an unwritten rule.
After all, if even a girlfriend or even a lover can be brought in, would n’t it be a mess at the venue. Many people attending the party are not only one lover. Some simply change to two or three star stars and tender models as girlfriends in a few days. If anyone brings them into this circle, it will be too cheap.
In the final analysis, this is just a social gathering, mainly for the convenience of elites in various industries, to find partners who are helpful to their own careers, rather than entertainment and leisure parties.
So, it seems inappropriate to invite Xia Shiyu.
"Uh, sorry, I didn't expect that meaning." Jiang Chen said sorry.
"No, nothing."
Xia Shiyu was relieved.
I do n’t know if it ’s his illusion, he always feels that her expression is a bit lost?
"Then, everything has been explained, I will go back to the office first." Xia Shiyu turned slightly to leave.
Looking at Xia Shiyu's back, Jiang Chen opened his mouth slightly, but at last he said nothing.
After coming out of the office, Xia Shiyu went straight back to his office, but when passing the corridor, the blush on his face was seen by several passing colleagues.
"Eh, President Xia just came out of the chairman's office." Seeing the pouting expression on Su Mengqi's face, her good girlfriend Li Fengying poked her arm and quipped.
After the probation period, she has been transferred from the front desk to the business department, and she is in the same department as her good girlfriends. The two are now holding documents and walking towards the office.
"Well, I see." Su Mengqi responded listlessly.
"And his face is still very red."
"Well."
"Why is it so boring, you are not curious about what they did?" Li Fengying's expression was very ambiguous in Su Mengqi's ear.
"Be careful, I told Mr. Xia to deduct your salary." Su Mengqi reached out her finger and poked her girlfriend's neck "desperately" and said in a low voice.
The two played quietly, and the two entered the office.
It's just that Su Mengqi's smile is bitter.
If the opponent is President Xia, she certainly has no chance of winning.
......
"Have you got the information?"
"Already got it."
In the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel, Carmen Rothschild is sitting in a chair with a black man standing in front of him. From the powerful appearance of that Kong Wu, he should be a soldier, at least not long ago.
Johnson, who originally served in the French Foreign Corps, obtained French citizenship after retiring, worked in a security company, and now works for the Rothschild family. It was Carmen's bodyguard on his trip to China, and he was also his assistant.
"Jiang Chen, born in 1992, native of Lake City, China. After nine years of compulsory education, he studied at Wanghai University, majoring in machinery, and worked as a salesman in a clothing store after graduation ... A resume carved in the mold. "Carmen smiled and scolded, holding a stack of documents in his hand.
10 pages of paper with all the intelligence that can be collected about Jiang Chen.
"After all, people in this country are all carved out of a mold." Johnson grinned and laughed sarcastically.
"No, you didn't understand what I meant." Carmen turned the file down and set it aside. "It's because it's too ordinary, so the authenticity is doubtful. We might as well make an assumption, Throwing MIT graduates into Iraq, what will be his first reaction? "
"Urine pants?"
"Yes." Carmen snapped his fingers, and then tapped his finger on the document. "However, this man, not only didn't have urine pants, but also saved an American from IS. This United States He is also an interesting guy who smuggled arms in Ukraine, shipped crude oil in Iran, and finally got a lot of honesty because he was stared at by the FBI. However, he has recently become restless and seems to be replacing this Hua Chen called Chen Chen Chinese people do things. "
Speaking of words, Johnson ’s face also looked down with contempt, revealing a serious expression.
"Really. From this point of view, the Chinese named Jiang Chen should not be a fuel-efficient lamp."
"How long do you think he can reach his level after training?" Carmen said with a smile.
"Must be mentality or marksmanship?"
"Of course it is a state of mind."
After thinking for a while, Johnson based on his own experience, gave a pertinent answer: "Training camp takes three months, only three days on the battlefield."
Carmen nodded, reached for a bottle of red wine, and poured himself a glass of grace.
"I think that our information may be wrong. At least this experience is likely to be faked. What I am curious about now is what the organization behind him wants to do. In Ukraine, we were put together, but only I took away a few veterans as instructors, and now built a mercenary base in Niger. Gee, it ’s really fun. "
"What do you mean by the boss?" Johnson asked.
"Keep the status quo, contact them first, in addition, I am curious about the U disk, where will it be delivered?" Sip a glass of red wine gently, Carmen's face with a free smile.
Unsurprisingly, the briefcase should be sent abroad and the mysterious technical team will take over.
The U-disk he left to Jiang Chen had a built-in GPS tracking probe, which would feed back location information to his computer.
As long as they know the location of the mysterious organization, they will no longer be mysterious.
When he heard the boss ’s words, Johnson was surprised for a while, and then he laughed.
Carmen made a toast to Johnson, then stretched out his hand happily and hit a few keys on the laptop on the table.
The map appears.
Pap--.
Exquisite glass goblets fell to pieces on the ground.
Regardless of the red wine sprinkled on his pants, Carmen stood up suddenly, his hands on the table, staring at the screen.
At this moment, the expression of ease in his face was gone.
"How is it possible!"
"What happened?" Johnson quickly stepped forward, but when he saw the screen, the expression on his face also froze.
[Signal Loss]
"It was discovered. Ha ha, does he seem to underestimate him?" Carmen sat back on the chair, Carmen rubbed his temples and said with a wry smile. (To be continued.)