The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

"Hello, Assistant Amuro." Mr. George's gaze was very sharp, and his aura was also very strong. When others stood in front of him, they would unconsciously be shorter.

Bolivar noticed George's scrutiny, stepped forward, smiled and said: "Mr. George, don't scare the young people in our company."

George showed a polite smile: "You are joking, Mr. Bolivar, now the computer industry, who dares to show your face."

"But your new manager is really young and promising. It seems to be a neon man?" George glanced at Toru Amuro.

"Ah, yes, the people over there are more meticulous and thoughtful." Bolivar nodded to the waiter in thanks, and picked up a glass of champagne from his tray.

"Hmph, indeed, the kung fu of poaching people is also very old-fashioned and proficient." George's tone was gloomy, and his smile was tinged with ferocity.

"You mean what happened in Anime City a few days ago," Bolivar showed a terrified expression, "I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen, that guy, what's his name, it's too much. "

"Yeah, and he is a neon man. And he is somewhat similar to this Manager Amuro, and he is a newcomer who has only been in this industry for a few months."

Amuro Toru, who was innocently angered, didn't change the smile on his face, but he scolded Zhu Xing several times in his heart.

President George remembered that the company that he had spent two or three years of hard work had been turned into an empty shell, and his inner anger rolled one after another.He took a few deep breaths to restrain his expression, and smiled apologetically at Bolivar, "Sorry, I got a little angry."

"There is also Wynyard, who is not involved in personnel, hmph," George's face trembled, and he just saw Mr. Houston, a shareholder of Wynyard Company, walk in from the gate, his face became more and more ugly, "I heard that your company also cooperates with them? Look at them I know this is not a good bird, but I have to plan ahead.”

Hearing this, Garcia, who was holding champagne, trembled and almost spilled it. He quickly apologized to the waiter.

"Of course," Bolivar glanced at Garcia, and responded with a few words, not perfunctory at all: "We are just an ordinary cooperative relationship. You must know that in our current position, we have fewer and fewer options for doing things. You have to think carefully before you can jump out of the shackles around you."

Mr. George complained a few words, relieved the depression of thinking of the two bad guys, and then resumed his old shrewd demeanor.

Hearing Bolivar's words, he felt very pleasant, and he echoed: "Of course, when you enjoy the dividends of the market, the market will also restrain you."

"Grid is already an example of jumping out of the shackles." George said with some emotion.

"Of course not as good as you," Bolivar said modestly. "The actions you made before leading Apple are enough to surpass all our latecomers."

"Apple is also down." Hearing this word, George's expression was a little complicated, "I still don't understand how that guy became such a corrupt and profit-seeking person... It's all yesterday's work, so don't mention it again." gone."

"Of course. Toast." Bolivar raised his glass and affirmed his statement.

"Toast." George also slightly raised his wine glass and took a sip of the champagne in the glass. Suddenly, he seemed to have remembered something, and showed a hearty smile to Bolivar, "I only said things that made people angry before. I almost forgot to notify you."

"I found an interesting little thing," George said hard on the last few words.His gaze flicked across Houston, and he glanced slightly at the two people standing behind Houston.

"Hmph, anyway, just wait and see." George couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth as he said, "There are really a lot of talents there, although I don't know why they are targeting me, but since they attacked first, I won't Let go of this stubble easily!"

Bolivar followed George's gaze, and he was sure that the person staring at him was Shuichi Akai. Considering that George was a master in the electronics and Internet industry before running the animation city, Bolivar turned his eyes and showed an expectant expression: " certainly."

"Yo, Mr. George, Mr. Bolivar, good evening."

When the two were standing in the corner talking, another small man in a royal blue suit came over. He was smiling and looked very amiable. He was probably in his 30s, and he was talking about something close to him when he opened his mouth.

"This one?" Toru Amuro gave Curacao a questioning look, which was indeed very familiar.

Curacao lowered his voice and reminded Amuro: "The president of the four-color square."

Speaking of this identity, Toru Amuro looked slightly solemn.As the person in charge of a large international company who previously fought against Apple and controlled half of the computer industry, this person actually looks so kind and amiable, which makes people feel that he has a deep scheming heart.

"Mr. Keanu, you are very kind, good evening." Bolivar put on a fake business smile. Compared with Mr. Keanu, who is smiling and has won unanimous praise, he still feels that George, who is grumpy and teased by shareholders Sir is more amiable.

"Hmph, what are you doing here again?" George's expression remained unchanged. He and Keanu have been old rivals for many years. Now that he has been betrayed by his subordinates one after another, the situation is bad. Naturally, he feels upset when he sees his old rival who is proud of himself.

"I really don't want to see your old face." When President Keanu said this, his tone was still soft and smiling, "Wouldn't it be nice to have a look at our beautiful courtesan?"

"However, the matters involved this time are too important, and may even trigger an industry-wide earthquake. I still have to consult with you." Keanu's face was mixed with real distress.

When Bolivar heard this sentence, his eyes showed a strange look. He didn't say a word, and listened to Mr. Keanu's explanation quietly.

"There is also the little president of Grid, you are now a big man with a head and face, and you have replaced Apple's original position. This matter probably has a lot to do with you." Keanu said to Bolivar again.

"You are overrated. I still have a long way to go." Bolivar pretended not to hear the other party's ridicule.

"Hey, you Europeans are so good. If George stood in your position, I'm afraid he would have ridiculed me, thinking that I would soon be obsolete." Keanu laughed.

"So, the important thing you said is to mock me here?" President George cocked his mouth with dissatisfaction on his face.

"Of course not, of course not. My old friend, you are still so impatient." Keanu complained a few words, and he glanced at Garcia and others, as well as several assistants of George.

Toru Amuro put the champagne on the table, smiled and retreated with Garcia and the others, and George's assistants also left.

"Now, are you willing to talk? What is it?"

Seeing George's face becoming more and more impatient, he lowered his voice and whispered in George's ear, "I received a strange notification today, saying that there is a package sent to me, and it will be delivered tomorrow. Let me Make an appointment for a delivery."

Hearing these words, Bolivar's expression froze slightly. He said that he forgot something. He even forgot that there would be a phone call before the package was delivered.Most people would not be curious, or even think that they forgot what they bought, but a cautious old fox like Keanu would definitely ask for the information.

"What's the matter? Is it because of dementia, I forgot to buy something? Or who sent you a gift?" George snorted.

"Sender's signature, J. Wilson." When Keanu said the name, George's face changed slightly. He looked around cautiously, but no one noticed it.Bolivar also frowned slightly.

"Is this a bad joke?" George said, frowning.

"Maybe it's because you are far away, but I don't dare to be careless when I hear this name. I have already asked the post office. This morning, a person named J. Wilson delivered a large number of packages in the shape of envelopes. The person was wearing She is covered in black, but it can be judged that she is a woman... Most of the packages have been delivered to their destinations and recipients, and some are still at the post office."

"I checked a few emails parked there, and indeed they were all the same things and letters." Keanu's eyes flickered, and he said softly, "I don't know what is recorded on it, a hard drive."

Amuro, who heard this sentence through the bug attached to the table, took a breath, and his brain quickly responded, J. Wilson, a name that disappeared about ten years ago.

This guy was trying to create a website that shared information and was completely open and transparent in the early days of the Internet.It's a pity that these websites got out of control in the end, and were even filled with a lot of black information from the United States and other countries, which revealed many appalling things.Then this person disappeared, and the website he built was also destroyed...

So Keiko Asai did it?She sent messages to these giants of the computer and software industry?

Toru Amuro held his breath and continued to listen to the movement on the other side.

He now regrets that he didn't bring a bug with him when he went to Grid this morning, and missed the initial conversation between Keiko Asai and Bolivar, as well as the final discussion.As a result, now he only vaguely knows the plan of the other party, and knows nothing about how to do this and when to do it.

The voices of the three people on the other side lowered. They seemed to be discussing something. In the end, Toru Amuro only heard the words 'daughter', 'help', 'company alliance', 'foundation', and nothing else Know.

"So, those FBI are really disgusting. If you have time to plant spies here, why not do something serious." President George complained casually.

"George, you are still so hot-tempered. I think things have happened. It's better to let them make up for it..." Keanu's suggestion was interrupted by George.

"This is not okay, I must make them pay the price."

"That's right," Bolivar echoed, "You don't know that when they wanted to enter our company and search all our information, they should suppress their arrogance."

"Huh." George felt that Bolivar looked much more pleasing to the eye, and most of the discomfort he had acquired because the other party had acquired the branch of Apple that was sold had dissipated, and his tone was a little appreciative, "Yes, young man, don't What does it sound like to imitate Keanu's old-fashioned look?"

Bolivar smiled.

Keanu didn't care about being ridiculed, he smiled and brought the topic back: "So, let's unify our opinions. Contact each other's acquaintances involved in this matter, and we will try to resolve this matter before it erupts. "

"Well, but I want to read that document first." George's eyes were sharp, "If it's something that I can't see through, I won't save face for those people."

"Oh." Keanu sighed, but he had no choice but to acquiesce to George's statement, hoping that he would remind him in advance so that George could calm down before doing things.

After confirming that there was no sound here, Toru Amuro took off the bug. He thought over and over about the conversation with Keiko Asai and Bolivar today, and the arc of the corner of his mouth slowly flattened.

He is not a fool.Once or twice before, because of personal emotions, I turned a blind eye to the doubts around me.But now, the doubts around Bolivar have become almost impossible to ignore.It was too much for him to ignore.Olga's skills, Ivy's behavior that day, and Bolivar's evaluation of black and white, as well as his proficient speaking skills.

What is he hiding?What other identity does he have?Why are you so proficient?Amuro took a deep breath, even at this moment, he didn't think the other party was a bad person.

He tried to convince himself that everyone has a secret, and Bolivar let go of his secret easily before, giving himself great trust.Now that I am digging deep into each other's secrets here, it seems a little too unfriendly.

At 04:30 in the morning, Shuichi Akai, who worked the night shift at Wynyard Company, woke up. He glanced at the alarm clock, washed his face with cold water, and closed his eyelids slightly.

All day yesterday, Jane had four announcements. He rushed back from Mexico City, non-stop carrying out the agent's tasks, taking her to one location after another, handing over, shooting commercials, endorsements, and banquets. Was dragged over to a banquet by the director of Houston.It was already one o'clock in the morning when we returned to the dormitory.

"What's going on today?" Akai Shuichi pressed his forehead that was slightly tingling from lack of sleep, "Going to Grid to shoot a promotional video?"

"bang bang bang-"

The iron door of Shuichi Akai's dormitory was banged and buzzed.

"Zhu Xing is big! Zhu Xing XX! Zhu Xing XXX!"

"The announcement is going to be late! Get up and work! You are XX!" Jane's yelling and cursing came from outside, mixed with the persuasive voice of the servant girl.

Akai Hideichi felt his blood pressure skyrocket.

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