The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

Bolivar's eyes flickered, and he gave Nufent a look in the corner, signaling that he had something to talk to him about.

Nuvent understood, and quietly stepped back to approach Bolivar, and the two slowly moved to an inconspicuous corner.

Bolivar cryptically gestured in the direction of the bathroom.

"Is it true that you saw Dex running out with a frightened face?" he asked in a low voice.

"I didn't slander him, after all..." Nuvent didn't say anything, just glanced at the direction where the policeman was standing.

"So, how long have you been watching outside? Did Thomson chase it out?"

Nuphant was taken aback, then shook his head thoughtfully: "For about half a minute, I didn't chase him out."

Bolivar probably knew it.He walked away from Nufant without a trace, and walked to Rachel, who was waiting by the side with an impatient face.Sure enough, a rich and familiar aroma rushed over.

"Rachel, may I ask the model of your perfume?" Bolivar opened the chair and sat opposite her, "I wanted to ask before, this smell is very unique. I will visit a lady in the film and television industry later, maybe Makes a great gift choice."

"Of course." Rachel showed a reserved smile, and her words were full of pride, "This is the most popular style this season, creed's ace fragrance. Is she a star? Then she will definitely like this elegant and warm fragrance." the taste of……"

As if opening a chat box, Rachel began to recommend the gift options she thought were suitable, and even asked about details such as the specific personality of the recipient.

Bolivar politely picked out a few characteristics of Belmode at random and described them to her, which was shared more enthusiastically and selflessly by the other party.

I wish she was as familiar with her work as she is at this moment.

However, this brand is worthy of being the oldest perfume brand, and the taste has been preserved for a long time.

Bolivar noticed that during Moyo's 10-minute discussion, Lars looked around here twice vaguely, and he was basically sure that his deduction was correct.

At this moment, the police had already discussed with the FBI, and both parties agreed to arrest Winster and close the case.

"It's not me! It's really not me! You're slandering me!" Winster yelled like killing a chicken, pulling his neck, "According to your deduction, anyone can go back the same way and kill Thomson!"

"No, only you, Mr. Winster." The policeman said, "At [-]:[-], Miss Rachel was with her colleagues after she hung up the phone. The same was true for Mr. Dex. Activities on the seventh floor. They all have alibi. Miss Ivy is a lady and has no physical strength to complete the case."

"This, this is not Garcia and Newfoundland..."

"Oh," the policeman sneered, "thank you for telling us the clues."

"What, what?"

"Your handkerchief was stolen at lunchtime. Mr. Garcia and Mr. Newvent never went to the cafeteria. How was your handkerchief stolen?"

"..." Winston was tongue-tied, even he himself felt convinced.But soon he struggled and shouted, "Isn't there other employees who strayed into the scene! You can't just blame me for this!"

"Then let you die more clearly!" The policeman yelled, "You can know based on the footprints on the ground. Although the footprints are very messy, we still collected all the footprints! In this bathroom, there are only you and Lars Sir, Mr. Garcia, Mr. Newvent, Mr. Drake, Miss Ivy, and the HR manager who has not been to the company today, the footprints of seven people!"

Winster's face became hideous and terrifying: "I don't believe it! Someone must have framed me! You have wronged people! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Winston was gagged by the unbearable police and taken away.

Bolivar looked at James with guilt and cold eyes, thoughtfully, and directly extinguished the weak thoughts in his heart.On the contrary, Judy didn't realize anything, and even thought that Winster was the murderer, and the other party was still quibbling.

"I always feel that the results of the autopsy are not right..." A young man looked at the latest records and couldn't help mumbling, but was severely stopped by the accompanying seniors.

Even if it's not right.

This matter cannot be revealed by you.

That senior angrily gave the young man a brain-breaker.

With a hypocritical and polite smile, Bolivar shook hands with all the police officers and detectives to express his gratitude, and said that he and all the employees would maintain unimpeded communication and could contact and record testimony at any time, and then said some customer service such as hard work cliché.

Garcia also stepped forward with great insight, and thanked every police officer with steaming food and small gifts that had been prepared long ago, and tactfully expressed his willingness not to let this matter leak.

When used in the right way, some people who seem to be difficult to talk can become extraordinarily good at talking.

A simple summary is that those who love money give money, those who love face flatter him, and those who sternly tell their own difficulties move him...

And so on, are summed up as smooth.

After that, we must also pay attention to controlling the media not to leak information, and will appease the employees...

Just when Bolivar thought it was over, James approached him with a smile, followed by Judy.

"Hello, Mr. Rosales, we still have some detailed questions to ask you, do you have time?"

"There is more cryptic information about Mr. Thomson."

"..."

"If you ask me what I think about this case, all I can say is, I don't know anything."

"No, no, it's something else, I hope you cooperate."

Bolivar looked at the other party's tough attitude and nodded with dissatisfaction.

Garcia led the way and led the group to a quiet conference room.

"Tell me, what's the matter."

"Mr. Rosales." James glanced at Garcia who followed.

"Garcia is my confidant, as long as there is nothing about the company, he can't know."

"Okay." James nodded and agreed after looking at the two of them for a while, "I want to say how much do you know about Mr. Thomson?"

"A person who is old-fashioned and pedantic and has little ability." Bolivar said unceremoniously, "It seems that something else happened to him from what you mean."

James had a serious expression: "I hope that the two of you can guarantee that you will never reveal it in the following conversation."

"Do you need to sign a non-disclosure agreement?"

"It hasn't reached that level yet." James said, and the atmosphere eased slightly.

Garcia poured four cups of hot coffee and handed them to each other.

"Thank you." After taking the cup, James moved it to a place out of the way, and slowly adjusted his words, "When we investigated some sensitive matters, we found that Mr. Thomson of your company had money dealings with this matter. "

"I hope you can cooperate with us to fully investigate this matter." James' eyes were oppressive, "After all, you don't want to be involved with those things, right?"

Bolivar chuckled, and he put down his glass: "Put down your FBI style."

"You can sit here so openly and talk to us about this matter. It means that it has been determined that our company has basically nothing to do with those things and is a completely innocent victim."

Bolivar sneered in his heart, otherwise he would have been taken away for a reason.

"I have been in business in Millikin for two years and studied for six years. Every asset is clean and fully paid. You have no right to be so aggressive and yell at me."

"I believe that your leaders will not be willing to hurt our feelings on these trivial matters."

As they spoke, both sides showed a fake smile, looked at each other and laughed.

"Hahaha, you were joking. We used the wrong words just now. After all, this matter is too important. It is inevitable that I am a little anxious. I am really sorry."

"Me too. After all, a murder just happened. I'm not in a good mood. I spoke too aggressively. Please forgive me."

"As for the matter you want to inquire about Mr. Thomson. We also found that he is embezzling our company's assets, Mr. Black." Garcia very naturally opened the previous page, "We just found out this morning information, reports and financial statements he had approved had errors and unclear deductions."

"We can show you a copy of the relevant statement that has been processed."

"So we have nothing to do with those sensitive things."

Bolivar didn't speak, but watched Garcia open his mouth and argue with the other party, pushing back James' derogatory and slanderous words. The two sides guarded their respective bottom lines and started a tug-of-war step by step.

Really wonderful.

Of course, the FBI wants its own people to come in and check all the financial information and the company's situation.

But this is impossible to agree to. If you really want to let you in, it’s not because you know all about my company secrets.Who knows what price your boss will sell this material for.

And the copy of the company's insider screening proposed by Garcia will not be approved.After all, there are too many places to control.They will not believe these things that have been modified several times.

If it wasn't because Bolivar's backstage was tough and couldn't be provoked, the FBI might have sent someone to sneak into the Finance Department to steal information tonight.

James frowned, thinking anxiously.

After all, Bolivar and his son are well-known alumni of Berkeley University, and the above orders to pay attention to some influences.That's why he used the current method of negotiation and cooperation.

But at this moment, he found that this secretary was not ordinary difficult.Perhaps because Rosales, who is a director, doesn't like to talk, he found a particularly chatty deputy.

In short, in the end, the two sides struggled and reluctantly agreed to the option of a third-party notary firm intervening.Let people from the accounting firm sign a non-disclosure agreement, enter the company to find relevant documents, and show the notarized version to the search bureau.

"Pleasant to work with."

"Pleasant to work with."

"Be careful on the road." Bolivar sat in the car, nodding politely to James and Judy.

As soon as the words fell, Garcia kicked the accelerator and rushed out, leaving the shadow of the car's buttocks for several people.

"..."

"Did Kamel drive here?"

"..."

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The author has something to say:

Bolivar: Rage is charging

Well, all the information is released now.

Of course someone wasn't telling the truth...

Seems like the murderer is pretty obvious?