The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

There are rows of beautifully crafted pocket watches in the exhibition hall. The red and white colors are very beautiful, just like the milk petal bath, fresh, delicate and delicate.

Bolivar took out his pocket watch.It has a gold-like shell, gorgeous bird patterns, and no flower decorations, which is different from Amuro Toru's one.

It looks simple and noble.

Several people checked the house several times, but still found nothing.

"I think, why don't we start from other places?" Bolivar wiped the sweat from his forehead and reopened the map.

"Look at this map. There are many institutions here, such as bathrooms, and stairs from the first floor to the second floor."

"I searched the surrounding area before you came, but found nothing." Toru Amuro said with his arms folded.

"I think pocket watches must be a key point." Curacao suggested, "Why don't we find out if there is a place where pocket watches can be used?"

"You mean, is it a key?" Bolivar answered, confirming Curacao's speculation.

"But, mine..." Amuro took out his black and light gold pocket watch, and he looked at Bolivar suspiciously, "You have one too?"

"Do you really know nothing?" Amuro revealed obvious doubts.

"How could I know what happened to the whiskey." Bolivar had no emotion on his face, "I found this watch by accident before, and I don't know who its original owner is."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Curacao looked at the nose and the heart.

Toru Amuro didn't really believe Bolivar's words, but he had no other choice, so he let go: "Okay, there may be something I haven't noticed, let's go upstairs and take a look around."

Amuro Toru, who was at the end, said as he walked, "The second floor is the design room, the third and fourth floors are the production room, and the fifth floor is the office."

Bolivar nodded slightly, and he walked forward: "Is there no mechanism at the position from the first floor to the second floor?"

Curacao followed him to explore the way. The ordinary members were divided into two halves, one half in front of Curacao, and the other half behind Amuro Toru. This long line of people, lined up, stepped up the stairs.

When Bolivar stepped up the corner stairs, he was keenly aware that something was wrong. He heard two small clicking sounds.Before he had time to figure out what that sound was, he stood there without moving.

Amuro focused all his attention on Bolivar's previous words. He shrugged: "Don't worry, our people have checked that area a long time ago. There is indeed a mezzanine, but it's not..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Bolivar did not move forward. He swallowed the second half of the sentence and lifted his spirits.

"how……"

The floor under his feet disappeared without warning, and then suddenly rolled up, separating the two waves of people from the middle.

Amuro Toru's words stopped there.

Bolivar froze for a moment, the instantly turned wall blocked his view, the floor under his feet was opened, and a feeling of weightlessness surged into his brain. Before he could do anything, his arm was pulled by Curacao Stopped, the silver-haired woman pushed hard with both feet, and swung the suspended Bolivar up again.

Immediately after a few clicks, large and small exclamations came from the opposite side, and the lifted floor twisted 180 degrees, and it was covered tightly, and calm was restored.But Toru Amuro, who was at the end before, had disappeared, leaving only a group of organization members standing in place and staring.

"Ah." Bolivar made a meaningless speech. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

"Where's Bourbon?" Curacao stood up and asked a few subordinates who were standing far behind and were not involved.

"Mr. Bourbon fell in with three members." Those subordinates looked at each other and reported.

"Here, didn't Bourbon say that he had checked it?" Curacao felt a little inconceivable.

"Could this mechanism be triggered based on body weight?" Someone subconsciously thought.

"We also went upstairs with a dozen people last time, and this mechanism was not triggered."

Bolivar frowned slightly, and he slowly spread his palm, revealing the pocket watch in his palm.The watch has been repaired, and the hands are moving and making a ticking sound.

He raised a finger and shouted in a low voice, "Shut up."

The surrounding subordinates subconsciously held their breath and shut up.

Bolivar went downstairs with his pocket watch, waited for more than ten minutes, and went upstairs again. When he reached the previous position, he heard the familiar voice from last time again, click, click, no one spoke this time, and there were no footsteps , he heard clearly, there was a clicking sound from under his feet and the wall next to him, and the mechanism started again.

This pocket watch is really the key to trigger the mechanism, although I don't know if it is voice control or some other black technology.Bolivar thought, he looked at the entrance that appeared in front of him.

Different from the last time, this time the owner of the house seemed to be inviting them. The speed of the floor opening was extremely slow, and a step was exposed for easy entry and exit. It was not as rushed as last time.

Curacao and Bolivar looked at each other for a second.

"Go in." Bolivar said so, when the people around him didn't notice, some small black spots emerged from his cuffs and flew in first.

He did conceal some news from Amuro Toru. In his opinion, if Whiskey invited him in and the other party was one of his own, he would definitely not set up too difficult a mechanism.As for his purpose...

His purpose is to tear us apart?Bolivar hesitated for a second.

Curacao let two cautious and skilled members take the lead and stood at the nearest position to Bolivar, so that if something happened, he could be brought back in time.

They went down step by step, and finally reached the secret room between the first floor and the second floor, which is the real second floor.But they didn't meet Toru Amuro. After the last person entered the secret room, there was a booming sound from the mechanism at the stairs, and the stairs turned over again, closing the entrance.

Relying on his good night vision ability, Curacao looked at the mechanism carefully, and then told Bolivar softly: "This staircase is probably reversed on both sides. The entire second floor is probably divided into two or more pieces. The engine is turned off. You can go to Area A, and B can go to Area B."

Bolivar didn't speak, but just nodded. His subordinates turned on the flashlight and searchlight, and the room was brightened instantly, revealing a gloomy and chilly scene inside.

Here is a lobby, framed magnificently, with one portrait after another hanging on the walls around it.

The light was dim, the drawing paper was pale, and the faces of the characters were dull and sallow. Only a pair of eyes were eye-catching and black, looking at the direction Bolivar came from in unison, as if watching them.

This scene has the taste of a certain Greek gallery, and Bolivar's heart is trembling, afraid that a certain painting on the wall will suddenly move, wink at himself, or giggle.

"Hiss—" He took a deep breath, rubbed his arm, and told himself, "Don't be afraid, they are all pictures. It's okay, isn't Jacques here?"

"Ah, ah--" the little curly-haired man sneezed big. He rubbed his nose, frowned and thought, "Why does it feel like someone is talking about me?"

"... Jacques?" The man standing next to him tilted his head slightly and asked.

"It's okay, hey, I'm here!" Jacques replied, "I don't care about all the companies on this list, just let them go bankrupt."

"These companies are going to be acquired." Jacques said that he really couldn't see whether the situation was good or bad, but Bolivar had fixed him. In terms of agriculture, raw material origin and other enterprises, he bought them when they were about to fail.

They focus on acquiring companies that produce raw materials.

Grid sold a large amount of gold these days, and he was very rich.

"There are also recruitment notices, and they are all sent out." He rubbed his hair as he said, feeling that his curly hair had lost a lot, "Grid is recruiting workers, and after the basic factories in Mexico City and East Andy are completed, there will be There is a large shortage of labor, and as long as you are willing to come, there will be jobs."

Hearing what the other party said, Hal also nodded. He thought about his words, printed out these recruitment notices, and asked his subordinates to post them on the streets and alleys.

The jobs they provide are very boring and monotonous. You don’t need a degree to screw screws and paint paint. You just need to have hands and feet. The wages are also very low, but the food, housing and child allowances mentioned above are enough. attractive.

Many poor people who were burdened with mortgages and penniless dragged their families to Mexico City and East Andy. Crisis, the group of companies headed by Grid is expanding crazily.

These company groups are all batch skin companies held in Bolivar's hands. It seems that Grid led everyone to be popular together, but when the skin is torn off, it is all about the logistics team.

These companies seemed to lose money at the beginning of the financial crisis, but later relied on Grid’s support to buy a large amount of land, and also gained a good reputation by recruiting a large number of workers at the expense of their own interests.

"Remember to publicize, please ask the media to publicize this matter." Jacques looked at the note left by Bolivar, Ivy and others, and quickly became an octopus.

Fortunately, the remaining subordinates are more capable.Little Gust and others are veterans who have experienced a lot of waves, and Phoenix is ​​an elite who jumped from the FBI. During the period when the Champs-Élysées were closed, they made time to help others, and their cooperation was quite tacit.

"There are troublemakers..." Jacques hesitated for a moment, and then said decisively, "Let's ask Mr. Judy to help us publicize this matter."

"After all, we are legal and good citizens. We have paid so much to maintain the stability of Millikin. The FBI should also thank us for what we have done." Jacques said to himself. Nod.

"Leave this to me." Finick agreed immediately. He saw the suspicious eyes of the people around him and realized that he seemed to have exposed something. He quickly changed his words and said, "I have a few classmates I know in the FBI. Anyway, they Idle is idle, why not come here to help."

Jacques shook his head, the little curly hair fluttered in the wind, he nodded and said: "Well, thank you Phoenix, you are right."

Jacques smiled: "After all, there are so many recent cases, it should be difficult for them to handle."

Judy was really difficult to deal with. She sat in the office, looking at intelligence and investigation reports one after another. There were two protruding black bags under her eyes.

"Kuukou—" The man with silver-gray hair pushed the door in and frowned slightly when he saw Judy.

"You've been up late for three days, take a break, Judy."

He was very worried about the state of the other party.

The blond woman glanced up at James, showing a forced smile. She put down the document in her hand, and the bloody photo fell down, allowing James to clearly see the title on it.

Mr. 'XXX, his companion XXX and dozens of people were brutally killed by gangsters when they were having a party in the villa. '

James felt a headache when he thought of the previous case. He said, "Do you have any clues? This matter is obviously revenge?"

Judy blinked her dry eyes, drank a glass of water and moistened her throat.

Then, the woman sighed and said, "No."

Thinking of this, she snorted, and her sympathy for seeing the tragedy was washed away a lot: "I do know that these people are the chief culprits that caused the financial crisis."

"XX Mortgage Company, XX Trading Agency, and XX Aihui are all institutions under their names." Judy clicked her tongue, "However, when the crisis emerged, they also realized that the limelight was tight, and these old foxes specially found a Hiding in an inconspicuous place to celebrate, I didn't expect..."

"Have you checked the waiters and ordinary people at that time?"

Judy shook her head: "There is no result. No obvious connection between them and those black forces was found."

"If it's revenge..." Judy paused slightly, "The financial crisis will not endanger the people in the house, including the waiters and assistants. They are all the confidantes of these old foxes, and they all benefit from the old foxes eating meat and their soup. Or, it is impossible to blame yourself for this matter..."

Therefore, Judy rejected James' speculation.

"Let's stop thinking about it." James sighed. "Look at this report. The probability of riots has skyrocketed recently. The police are no longer enough. Come to us for help."

Judy looked down at the thick stack of documents casually, frowned and said, "You're right, the important thing now is to maintain the situation. As for this case, let's put it on hold for now."

"Even if the dead person is a bad person, we should still protect his rights. But when there are not enough people, we can put unimportant cases back." Judy smiled.

She opened another notice: "Let me see, did Grid also come to ask for help? There are also four-color squares in area C, animation city and other companies, all of which have been harassed to varying degrees..."

After finishing speaking, she stood up, her high heels made a crisp sound on the floor, she grabbed the coat on the backrest, flicked it very chicly, put the navy blue coat on her body, and said to James: "Let's go, I All the agents are on the move, and I, the bureau chief, can't just sit here and watch them run around."

"Of course." James also showed a smile.

At the same time, Gredo's relevant transfer orders were finally sent to the special personnel.

The other party didn't really want to accept Gredo, but when he came, too many people from that faction died, and his vitality was severely damaged for a while. If he disagreed with Gredo's transfer order and did not appoint another suitable leader for them, It will inevitably lead to a counterattack there.

Secondly, he received letters of recommendation from Greed and the FBI, and he felt that Greedo's position seemed not so pure.

If it is necessary to promote someone from the other side to fill the vacancy to seek balance, he would rather promote someone who is likely to be won over by him.In addition, the opponent is young and prone to mistakes, which is much easier to deal with than those old foxes.

Coupled with the fact that those people were dead, Gredo had been close to them before, so he must have grasped some of their secrets.He knew very well how much wealth this wave of people looted during the financial crisis, and the wealth was probably in the hands of Gredo...

To sum up, the other party still approved Gredo's letter of appointment very happily, and pushed the boat along the way, and specially raised him a level.

Therefore, Gredo finally has the position to make his own suggestions.

He successfully got in touch with the troubled finance minister, but he didn't give him the advice directly.Instead, it was sent to his equally ambitious deputy. The deputy finance minister had a bit of real talent and knowledge, and quickly saw the feasibility of the proposal, most importantly.He was born in a poor family, and he got to this point entirely through the investment of the chaebol. Now that the chaebol behind him has collapsed due to the financial crisis, he urgently needs another way out.

"After this policy is issued, there will be opposition from a large number of chaebols and entrepreneurs." His friend warned him that changing the new currency is not so easy.

The first point is confidentiality. We cannot let those big capitalists go, and we cannot let them hear the news in advance and sell their national debts and other things.The second point is that the people above need to put forward and pass this proposal, in addition to having a large amount of gold reserves, etc., all of which are indispensable.

"We already have the best foundation." He wiped his face and said grimly, "Those people are all dead, and now their families are fighting endlessly for power, and the biggest obstacle that hinders us has fallen. "

His eyes flickered, looking full of ambition: "And I didn't fight them with bare hands."

He remembered that he had contacted Grid and other big companies before, and heard that there were many people related to them.

Once the new currency is exchanged, the group of people who are most opposed to it is the group of big chaebols who have not been affected by the financial crisis, but now they have been betrayed by the undercover Gredo, and Ivy has caught them all, killing them all.

So now there is a power vacuum area, and a large number of people who did not have real power before continue to pursue the victory and consolidate their achievements that fell from the sky.

"Think about it, as long as we succeed in changing the new currency, those people will be completely shot to death, what is the loss of a little money?" He encouraged his companions in this way, just like Grid encouraged him.

Compared with money, it is ultimately necessary to seize the vacated positions of power and avoid the resurgence of those people.

Therefore, after struggling for a few days, the upper-level people were able to cut through the mess and passed the proposal.

The new currency was issued, the gold standard was restored, and the old currency was replaced. The old-to-new exchange ratio reached a terrifying ratio of one to ten.

When the people who are fighting within react, it is too late to object.

What they own, a large amount of old currency, national debt, deposits, etc. that have not had time to throw out, have depreciated to one-tenth of their previous value.People with more money have more to lose when exchanging for new currencies.By sacrificing these rich people, the price of Milijian finally returned to its original low state.

And whoever made the move has received no small amount of praise.For a while, the scenery was bright, and people seemed to regain some confidence in politicians, and once again supported them, and the precarious voter approval rate was also pulled up.

Gredo looked at the nearest price list, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. He avoided the companions who laughed like a flower around him, opened the third message from Bolivar, and blinked: "Hey, next step, yes--"

At the same time, the gentleman standing on the island ushered in another heavy blow.

The people he sent to trade off all the real estate at a discount, and then heard the news of the exchange of new currencies, the restoration of commodity prices, and the stabilization of gold prices.

The good news is that he can spend the large amount of cash he had previously stashed away, but at a 90.00% loss.

The bad news is that the price of the real estate he sold before has doubled and is still rising steadily.

Seeing the news, Renye Karasuma couldn't take it anymore, and spat out a mouthful of blood.He never dreamed that those people above would actually successfully approve this proposal, how could it be possible!How could those people agree to change to a new currency? !

It was his last thought before he passed out.

Another loyalist of Renye Karasuma exclaimed, "Hurry up!"

There was a panic all around.

"...But we don't have any medicine..."

"...how long is the medicine left?"

"One week, the new pharmaceutical factory is already working, and it will take three days at the earliest to make it, and then the first batch of medicine will be delivered." Another subordinate wiped the sweat from his forehead.

After saying these words, the old man's loyal subordinates looked at each other in blank dismay. If they didn't rescue him today, the boss would be finished today.Even if it is rescued, all the medicine is gone, and the medicine can't be broken for a day, what to do with the remaining two days...

"Damn it! Save the boss first! It's good to save a little medicine!" the man in black said, gritting his teeth.

The deputy standing next to him moved his lips. What he didn't say was that yesterday was the day of salary payment, and the remaining money of Renye Karasuma could no longer afford the operation of the entire base and the pharmaceutical factory.

The eyes of the surrounding security guards were obviously a little more impetuous. They looked at each other, as if they were thinking about something.

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The author has something to say:

I'm thinking of taking out a chapter to leave a message, as an extra suggestion.

Probably the next chapter, leave two comments for the next chapter, and you can suggest the extras you want to watch.

You can suggest stalks and characters. (It’s best not to suggest a style, such as a forum style, I don’t know how to write that kind of thing, woohoo)

As long as the top ten comments are not too outrageous, they will be written.

The latter will choose to come.

Each person can only mention one, and cannot write a long list. If I write a long list, I will pick and read at will.

If multiple people propose the same one, it will be longer.

ps: There is still content in the back, and there are still a few questions that have not been written. If you don’t want to comment immediately or don’t know what you want, you can take a seat first, so as not to regret it later.

pps the next chapter is not the ending.I put it here in advance because I feel that the latter content is not suitable for the author to have something to say, which will destroy the atmosphere.

ppps There is no need to leave a comment on Polly's episode when he was a child, this has already been written.

(Finally, thanks to the little angels for their encouragement and support)

感谢在2022-05-0323:54:35~2022-05-0423:56:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 rotating blade;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: wind and rain, 1 bottle in the evening;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!