The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

The first few syllables?Hearing this sentence, Gin stopped to light a cigarette.

Chianti, Chianti, or the neon Roman sound Kyantei.

And Jane, Jane.Whether you look at English or neon language, where are the beginning pronunciations of these two names the same?

Gin subconsciously thought of more. He realized that Cognac might have inadvertently exposed his mother tongue, but as far as he knew several languages, the first few syllables of these two words did not seem to be the same in any language. .

So where did cognac come from?

Gin frowned. He didn't know much about cognac. He only knew that the other party appeared out of nowhere a few years ago. His whereabouts were mysterious. He could be said to be one of Brandy's most trusted subordinates, and even squeezed out Yawen, who had more seniority. .Until now, he still doesn't know whether Yavin or Cognac is the second-in-command in logistics.

However, Gin quickly stretched his eyebrows.He has caught too many human traffickers recently, subconsciously began to pay attention to these details, he cares where the other party is, what secrets they do, and it has nothing to do with him.

Gin leisurely took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a sip.Shrouded in white mist, the stronghold was even darker and unbearably darker.

What Bolívar was thinking was indeed not any language that Gin knew. What he subconsciously thought of was Chianti's pinyin: jiandi, this pinyin is indeed the same as Jane's pinyin, jian.

So he felt that the two names were very similar.

He also felt a little wrong after saying this sentence, but he didn't take it to heart.After all, he also felt that it was unlikely that someone could infer anything from this detail.

"That's the end of this task, I'm going back." Bolivar got up and straightened his clothes, and looked at Cohen again, "You are Chianti's partner, Cohen."

"Well, yes." Cohen replied in a deep voice. He looked a bit old, but he was actually under 30 years old. His demeanor and movements made him look very mature.

"You can also go with Chianti tomorrow, at least with a white identity." Bolivar patted his shoulder and said with a smile.

Cohen nodded hesitantly.

Seeing Bolivar's back disappearing at the gate of the base, Chianti suddenly raised his hand, put it under his nose, took a few deep breaths, and his chest rose and fell violently.

"!! Chianti! What are you doing?" Gin straightened up all of a sudden, so surprised that he almost missed the cigarette in his mouth.

"Don't come close. Your smoke will pollute the aroma!" Chianti took two steps back, gave Gin a disgusted look, buried his nose in his sleeve, took a few deep breaths, and looked very serious.

Cohen also subconsciously opened his mouth.

"Master Cognac touched this place just now, I want to remember this smell. What a unique scent!" Chianti whispered, her speech was fast, her eyes were bright, trying to dig out the barren beauty knowledge in her mind, trying to Look for a scent that matches it.

"If I can remember this smell! I can find the same perfume as Master Cognac!!"

She was looking forward to it so much, but it was a pity that Chianti's eyebrows were almost wrinkled, and she couldn't recognize what it was.

The smell is getting weaker and weaker, almost disappearing, mixed with other smells.The smell of leather on her clothes and the smell of various cosmetics are destroying the remaining elegant taste.She has never used perfume, and she has a partial preference for make-up. The colors and brands she chooses are also relatively small, and she has never smelled a similar fragrance.

"Don't tell me, you don't know how to write dead characters, but you want to use perfume? Are there fewer mission failures caused by the smell?" Gin was worried that Chianti would go crazy again. In his opinion, the other party seemed very abnormal today. , and took the initiative to give her another way of thinking, "I don't think this smell is perfume."

Gin introduced his deduction little by little: "It may be the smell of skin care products or bath preparations."

"If you're looking for perfume, it's better to look for those well-known brands of cleaning products."

"You're right!" Chianti had never agreed with Gin's words so much. She glanced at the other party and felt that the other party had become much more pleasing to the eye.

"Cohen, let's go to the nearby supermarket now! Buy all the cleaning products, every kind!" Chianti took two steps forward excitedly, grabbed Cohen's wrist, and was about to run out.

"Wait, wait! There is still a task tomorrow." Cohen was staggered by the pull, but he still ran out following the strength of Chianti, even afraid that she would be so tired that he took the initiative to speed up two steps so that she would not have to pull so hard.

Seeing the two people running out happily, Gin clicked his tongue, turned and went out alone, looking for the vodka waiting for him at the back door.

Gin guessed right, this smell is indeed not the smell of perfume, but it is not the smell of body wash either.

Bolivar was in his bathroom, dipped in makeup remover, and wiped off the foundation on his arms bit by bit, revealing the mottled writing underneath.

At the position of his elbow was a name the size of a mung bean, Carl, followed by a dozen other names, densely connected into one piece.The tattoo marks are very new, it seems that they are newly tattooed in the past one or two months.

Bolivar stroked the uneven ups and downs with his fingertips, his expression cold.

He took a shower by the way, got rid of all his clothes, and tidied up everything before sitting on the swivel chair in his study with coffee and milk in his hand.

Bolivar clicked on Grid's latest planning document, which contained a lot of content, most of which were bits and pieces about film and television promotion.The script written by Toru Amuro has also been submitted. The initial story was well edited. It can be clearly seen that the fate of Othello, King Lear, became very sloppy in the end. The unscrupulous man changed a setting, and all of them were pressed on Zhu Xing's head.

It seems that Amuro wrote the script to let go of himself, and even messed up who the final boss is.

But as long as the story is exciting, Bolivar put down the script. He only read the first half. It is meaningless to read only the text, and it will spoil the story.On the day of the official performance, he went to watch the live version.

But now, the more important thing for him to do is to find a suitable object as Chianti's agent.He clicked on the email sent to him by Whiskey's subordinates, which contained the personnel list of Wynyard Company sent by the other party.

He pulled them over one by one, and scanned the line of agents first. Everyone was very busy. Those experienced old agents were either retired, or had a few big stars under their hands, and it was impossible to pay attention to Chianti.He opened the list of all personnel again, and focused on the names marked in red.

The list marked in red represents that the other party intends to develop into a broker recently.

Bolivar's gaze hurriedly swept through several names, and finally stopped on Zhuxingda.

How did he become an agent?

There was a trace of novelty on Bolivar's face. He thought the other party would continue to serve as a security guard.He clicked on the other party's resume, which recorded in detail the other party's magnificent and ups and downs this week.

"Wednesday, report——Because Director Hook's prank stained his clothes, Mr. Zhu Xing asked for leave and left the company early."

"Thursday—Director Hook wrote a letter to complain about Mr. Zhu Xing."

"Friday—Director Hook and Zhu Xingjun fought on the set."

……

"Monday—Director Hook wrote a letter to complain about Mr. Zhu Xing."

"Tuesday - the landscape tree made by Mr. Zhu Xing collapsed, crushing three props. The arrears increased."

"..."

"Wednesday—Jun Zhuxing offered to resign, hoping to become a manager."

After reading this simple record, Bolivar didn't know what to say, so he couldn't help but comment: "Shuichi Akai has been a little unlucky recently."

But his men made a check mark very honestly.

Afterwards, Bolivar sent more than a dozen documents and messages, notifying everyone to be safe. After the whole matter was finalized, he went to the secret room and clicked on the exclusive mailbox of the black organization to see if the brandy had been received recently. what news.

There was indeed an email from the person in charge of Pippi Cannery.I don't know where the other party got the information, and provided him with a piece of detailed information on Rum's newly recruited code member, Stout, which recorded the physical condition and a series of achievements of this tall English man, and also wrote Some seemingly pertinent comments.The other party commented that he was similar to Leon Buchz, with a thoughtful and gloomy mind and outstanding abilities.The person in charge also spoke ill of Lang Mu, saying that the newly recruited man was good at finance. Lang Mu seemed to be dissatisfied with Brandy's repeated cut off of his funds, and was organizing his own staff to replenish his small coffers.

Ah, this, Bolivar was a little sleepy before seeing the photo of the other party, but when he accidentally scanned the front photo, he became sober.The organization did not prohibit members from cooperating with each other to make money. As long as Rum's actions are controlled within a certain amount, it is not too much.

What shocked him was not Rum's approach, but this object.The other party has a typical square face, light blond hair, and eyebrows that are very conspicuously split at the end. He looks fierce and cruel, but he looks very familiar.

It was exactly the same as the MI6 spy in England who was exposed in the theatrical version of the episode he watched in Curacao.Think about the code name again, Stout?Isn't that the same as the spy's code name?

So, are all these fake wines coming in this time of year? The design of the 73 old thief is unreasonable, and it is too dense.

However, the other party's performance was indeed very fierce. He even joined the local black organization in Millikin first, dyed his identity black and shiny, and then was forced to join the organization without anyone doubting it.Bolivar touched his chin subconsciously, looking at the scheming look of the other party, and then thinking about how Rum handed over his money bag to such an undercover agent with all his heart and soul...

I can only pray that he is blessed.

Bolivar quickly rejected the person in charge's application to keep Stout in the logistics team, and then gave the other party the green light all the way, and packed it and sent it to Europe where Rum is located.