The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

"We'd better stop each other before they enter the East Andy boundary!"

Hui Ni looked delicate and weak, but her physical fitness was much better than Bolivar expected, and the two of them ran all the way for hundreds of meters without panting.

"Is there anything important in your bag?" Bolivar asked.

"...a little money and a mobile phone," Hui Ni smiled reluctantly, "the most important thing is... the most important thing is!!! I saved the hard disk and manuscript of the thesis in the bag!"

"I don't have a backup!!!" Hui Ni screamed frantically, and she never looked like the lady she first saw.

"!!!" Even though he hadn't written a paper for many years, Bolivar gasped when he heard this, and his whole face was distorted.

Whoa, good guy.This is endless.

What can contemporary college students pay to protect their graduation thesis? ! !

Bolivar gave up calling Hal and told him to come back and give up the idea of ​​catching the thief.

Come on, boy, Bolivar thought, helping the goddess get the paper, this is a great achievement.

The road had a lot of twists and turns, and it was very long. The two of them were a little anxious after chasing it.

"Bastard! You're not finished!" But fortunately, there was a faint shout and curse from the front, "You are looking for death!"

"Hal is right ahead!" Hui Ni was overjoyed, and immediately quickened her pace, surpassing Bolivar.

"..."

"????"

It must be because of my backpack.Bolivar comforted himself in this way.He also carried a huge picture folder on his back, and he suffered from the wind when running, which affected his speed.

Bolivar sighed, resigned to his fate and chased after him, and he saw Hal and several other people around the corner.

Unexpectedly, in addition to the two robbers, there is also a boy who looks about Hal's age, but the scene does not look good.

That boy should be another student who came to help after hearing the news. He clutched his arm, dark red oozing slightly, dripping onto the ground, his face pale.He stood at the head of the road, followed by the two muggers.

Each of the two held a knife, and the hooded robber who was carrying Whitney's handbag had red marks on the knife. It was obvious that he had hurt someone just now.

When Hui Ni and Bolivar arrived, the four of them were in a confrontation. The injured boy blocked the exit, Hal blocked the way, and there were people on both sides of the student apartment who opened the windows and looked out.

"Hey, you two robbers, I've already called the police!" A woman's voice came from an unknown apartment building, distorted through the wall, and she screamed, "Get out now!! This is not you territory!"

The two hooded men gave Hal and the boy a look of displeasure, and retreated slowly step by step.The injured boy stood there with his bare hands and did not move, cooperating to get out of the way.

My bag... Hui Ni stared at the bag in the other party's hand, the expression on her face gradually changed to despair, but she still didn't say anything to startle them.

When the two of them were five meters away from the boy, they reached a safer distance.

Bolivar wondered if he should try to threaten them with a gun, but he really didn't have confidence in his skills.After all, he was a serious person before, so where did he touch a gun?

Before Bolivar could move, Hal gave the boy a look, and the boy ran to Hal's side knowingly.

Hal glanced at Whitney, and shouted to the two men, "Keep the bag."

"This is our territory, and there are more than 400 of our classmates living here! Are you someone who wants to rob us in our territory!" Hal saw the man in the hood pretending not to hear, took a step forward and threatened viciously , "Leave the bag!"

The windows of the surrounding apartment buildings were opened one by one, and many young men and women looked out. For a moment, the two men really felt a sense of fear of being surrounded by countless people.

"Robbers, get out!" Someone yelled first, threw a ball of waste paper over, and immediately erupted.

It's lunch break now, and there aren't many people in the dormitory, but when Hal rushed over, he yelled all the way, which was enough to call those curious students out.

Dozens of students appeared from the surrounding windows, large and small, watching these two people, pointing and yelling, and even everyone began to take pictures of the windows rhythmically, take pictures with their mobile phones, and throw rotten eggs, tomatoes, garbage...

The scene was very chaotic for a while.

"Get out! Get out!"

Wow, Bolivar couldn't help but want to whistle. It seems that this Hal is still a good communicator. Although his words were a bit outrageous, they immediately mobilized public anger.

A tomato thrown by someone who didn't know happened to hit one of them on the head.Red flowed down the top of the head. The robber was furious, but he couldn't find the target, so he could only threaten Hal and the others with a knife on the spot, but it angered the surrounding students. down.

That person looked at each other, dropped the bag in his hand rather helplessly, and fled in despair.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh--"

The students around let out howls of victory, and Bolivar subconsciously blocked his ears, but couldn't help but let out a smile from the corner of his mouth.

Hal picked up the bag that was thrown on the ground, patted the dust, and handed it to Hui Ni.

He was so courageous just now, and now he didn't even dare to look at the other person directly, turned his head away, and stammered for a long time before uttering a word: "Here."

Hui Ni took the handbag wordlessly, looked at Hal with complicated eyes, bit her lip, until the surroundings quietly fell silent, until Hal began to feel nervous, wondering if he had done something wrong.

"Fool!"

Hui Ni's voice was full of tears, and she rushed over at once, hammered him a few times, then hugged Hal's head, and bit him on the face.

"It was so dangerous just now, how could you rush over by yourself!"

Hal was already in a daze, standing there stupidly, accepting the baptism of Whitney's violent storm.

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo!!"

Encouraging sounds sounded one after another around, and someone was whistling.Bolivar said "see no evil", "see no evil", turned his head, and tore off the drawing paper in the other pocket.

"Are you okay?" Bolivar asked the single dog who was also left behind. The blood on the man's arm was half-clotted. "I have hemostatic gauze and alcohol tablets here. You can use them first."

"Ah, oh, thank you." The boy replied with an erratic smile, but it seemed that his thoughts were still immersed in the excitement just now, and he couldn't calm down.

"Let me help you." Bolivar cut off his clothes and began to bandage him. "I'm not very good at this. We'll take you to the hospital for a while."

"Hey, it's... no need, it's just a small wound..." He obviously showed a hesitant expression. After all, everyone knows that Millikin's medical bills are expensive, "I'll go to the school hospital. There are also more close."

The wound slanted upwards from the forearm, which seemed to have cut a tendon, but fortunately, it was only a flesh injury, so let it be if you don't want to go to the hospital.Bolivar nodded reluctantly.

"What's your name? I'm Bolivar."

"Gredo."

During the conversation between the two, Bolivar vaguely heard Hal screaming excitedly, saying that after the matter was over, he would invite everyone present to drink beer as a witness of the happiest moment in his life.

After all the people who joined in the fun dispersed, the police car arrived late to collect evidence at the scene and take notes from witnesses.

Because the police arrived, Bolivar didn't talk much, he just handed his business card to Hui Ni, saying that if she wanted to come to the company to apply for a job.

Hui Ni readily agreed.At the time of the incident, Bolivar had no relatives with her, but he was willing to help her enthusiastically, which left an excellent impression on her, and the terms Bolivar offered were indeed good.

For most companies, interns are a strong workforce that can be squeezed at will.Don't talk about earning money, just count the transportation and meal expenses, and it's fine if you don't pay for it.

Her family is indeed relatively poor, so this incident can be said to be a happy one.

After everything was arranged, Bolivar sorted out the information of the two people and sent it to Garcia in an email.

Garcia quickly sent a reply: "Boss, these two people are just students, aren't their positions too high?"

"It's only a junior who can have such a complete view. Putting aside the false prosperity and seeing the essence, he has great potential." Bolivar wrote in his reply unhurriedly, "Whitney's character is also very good. Well, she should be cautious and affectionate, neither arrogant nor impetuous. I think she is very suitable to be an accountant."

"Besides, an assistant is a very loose position. If you take it seriously, it's no different from the second in command somewhere." Thinking of this, Bolivar couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. Water clerk."

By the time Bolivar returned to the company, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon.He was mentally prepared for his empty financial room.

But he unexpectedly found that Nufent was not missing or dead, and he happened to meet him at the corner of the second floor and greeted him with a smile.

? ?

If he hadn't known in advance that this was Conan's world, he would have thought he had met a ghost.

Bolivar quickly reviewed his imprudent behavior after receiving the text message, and recalled the information he still remembered.

I received a text message from Renye Karasuma last night, which should mean that Newfoundland has been dealt with.

Bolivar thought to himself, could it be that his thoughts were too bloody?This treatment is not physical elimination, but the kind of mental persuasion or brainwashing?

Nufent was mainly responsible for the cashier affairs, and the dead hapless Thomson was responsible for part of the accounting affairs, and the other part of the summary and month-end accounting was actually a part-time job of Garcia.

It can be said that Thomson is just here to dawdle, doing things that graduates with better grades can do.

Only when Garcia is too busy will Thomson be asked to help.

I didn't know that this meddling would cause problems.

Bolivar withdrew his wandering thinking.

If Newfound is really brainwashed now, will it have any impact on his intelligence level and ability to do things?

The company's finances are a big deal, won't this old man always make mistakes and omissions for himself?

Bolivar looked him up and down suspiciously, but no matter how he looked at him, he looked clear-eyed and in good spirits, without any obvious numbness or sluggishness.

Belmode, who was wearing a mask on the opposite side, smiled slightly.The boss looked over with a look that didn't seem very polite?

Bolivar thought about it for a while, and chose to approach Nuvent actively, and patted him on the shoulder: "Master Nuvent, don't force it. I saw that your face was not very good-looking yesterday, don't you need to ask for a day off?"

"Boss." The old man with white beard and hair nodded slightly to Bolivar, "Don't worry, it's just an old problem."

Belmode's acting skills are very good, and his words and deeds are not particularly different from yesterday's Newfound.But when Bolivar got closer, he could smell a little fragrance of toiletries on his body.

Yesterday's Nufant didn't smell like that. Instead, it smelled like another brand of men's shaving foam.

Bolivar, who is very confident about his nose, nodded thoughtfully, "It's fine if you have nothing to do, you are the veteran of our company, you should pay attention to your health."

"Our company still needs your attention in the future."

Nuvent also smiled, as if he was touched, and thanked his boss for his concern again.

When he entered the office, Bolivar quickly changed his face and looked at the things piled up there that required his signature to approve.

He picked out a few financial bills, approved them, and changed a few sensitive data slightly.

It's probably the kind where old people who know the company's situation can see at a glance that the money is too much, which doesn't meet the previous examples, but the newcomers don't think it's wrong.

Then let Ivy send these to the financial room for processing.

Faster than he imagined.

Almost as soon as Ivy returned to the workplace, the mobile phone belonging to the organization buzzed and vibrated, indicating that a new message had been received.

"I'm in Grid, what to do with the material - Vermouth."

The attachment of the email is a bunch of tables and data.

How to look at those data, how familiar.

It was clearly that I had just changed it a few minutes ago.

"..."

There was a kind of painstaking preparation of a bunch of countermeasures, but the boss behind the other party's undercover turned out to be his own sense of gap.

Am I just fighting wits with myself? !

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The author has something to say:

Hal: Why bite me! !Shouldn't you give me a sweet kiss!

Whitney: Do you have an opinion?

Hal: No no no!