The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

Although he really hoped that the day would come a little slower, like a student who is stepping on DDL to catch up with homework, like a social animal who doesn't want to go to work, like a critically ill patient who is in urgent need of medicine, everything still came on time.

When the birds outside started chirping, the phone rang, and a hoarse male voice said, "Boss, I'm here."

It's currently eight twenty-five in the morning.

"Okay, five minutes." Bolivar hung up the phone.

He tidied himself up in front of the mirror for the last time, let out a long breath, slapped the cold mint water on his face, and silently cheered himself up.

"I'm sure." He could clearly see the well-hidden uneasiness in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned down, but in the eyes of outsiders, this person was fierce and cold.

Putting on a briefcase, carrying the latest documents and a mobile phone, Bolivar cleaned up all traces of himself before, and restored the house to the way he had just arrived here.

Exactly 5 minutes passed.A black car stopped at the entrance of the villa, and a man with black hair and honey-colored skin was looking around in the driver's seat.

His hair is slightly longer, braided into several small braids on the sides and back, and his eyes are amber. At first glance, he looks a bit like Bolivar, but he is more cheerful and sunny than Bolivar.

After the man saw Bolivar, he returned a bright smile: "Yo, boss, good morning."

Bolivar nodded, reached out to touch the door handle of the passenger seat with a cold face, and saw that the man opened his eyes slightly, opened the door as if nothing had happened, and put the heavy document bag on the passenger seat.Open the door and sit in the back seat.

"..."

The whole process seemed to be a pantomime, Bolívar's face was cold, but his heart was already turbulent, what should we do?what to do?Didn't you reveal your secrets just now?

Of course, from the man's point of view, Bolivar is in a very bad mood today, and the look in his eyes is even more fierce.

"Looks like you didn't have a good rest yesterday?" he asked tentatively.

Bolivar hesitated for a long time, but it seemed that he got the right answer instead.The man who didn't get an answer was not embarrassed, and continued on his own: "Mario had a bad stomach this morning, so I came to pick you up."

This sunny-looking man is the aforementioned secretary, Garcia.And the Mario he was talking about was the driver who was originally responsible for driving.

"Understood." Bolivar slowly recalled and sorted out the company information he had crammed in two hours. Garcia seemed to be a chatterbox, and it would not be too bad to let him babble. wonderful.

He decided to take the initiative and lead the topic to a place where no mistakes can be made, "What's the change in today's itinerary?:

Garcia, who was still a little joking before, got into the mood in a second: "There is no arrangement in the morning. There is a meeting of the R&D team at three o'clock in the afternoon. The meeting with Morgan was canceled due to the other party's reasons, so the time after five o'clock It's free. Morgan took the initiative to contact me to change the agreed meeting to tomorrow morning. You haven't made any arrangements before this time, what do you think?"

"Yes." Bolivar nodded, "Tomorrow afternoon will be a product seminar. The day after tomorrow will be a presentation by my alma mater."

"Yes."

Seeing that Garcia was about to open his mouth to say something else, Bolivar pretended to interject casually: "Well, Garcia. How much do you know about the treasurer and Nufant."

"Hey? Isn't Mr. Newfoundt the one given to you by your husband?" Garcia's expression was a little confused.

Bolivar, Bolivar took a breath, he didn't expect to turn over a joke card, and he still drew two.

What's going on, are this Garcia and that Nufant both members of the Black Organization?

He is like a silly husky, who is planning to go back to the nest for inspection, but finds out that his old nest is a pack of wolves.

When Bolivar froze in his seat, Garcia did not hesitate for a long time and rounded himself up, "Are you talking about his relationship with the financial director? Of course it is not good. The financial director was exchanged by Tijie. It is obvious that the real power is in the hands of Mr. Newvent, so of course he is not happy."

Garcia half-jokingly and half-jokingly said: "I dare not complain to you, he can only express his dissatisfaction with Mr. Newvent."

While Garcia was rambling on his speech, Bolivar quickly overturned and reworked the words he had prepared before.At this moment, he thanked the secretary in front of him for being a talkative from the bottom of his heart: "No, what I mean is. Three days ago, there was an unclear record that couldn't be found. The amount was huge, and there were only the two of them It can be done."

"!" Garcia's hand holding the steering wheel trembled, and he almost hit the electric pole on the side of the road, making a screeching brake sound.

"Squeaky-"

"You—" Bolivar frowned, his face darkened, but he was interrupted by Garcia before he could say anything.

"Are you serious! Impossible?? Mr. Nufant is not an old man for more than ten years, and the finance director is a related household. There is no way to play tricks under his nose." Garcia said these few words He was anxious and fast, and suddenly realized that Bolivar's low air pressure quickly changed his words, "I was wrong, I was wrong, brother, I must drive well."

"..."

He looks like a very clever guy, why did he say Vodka No. [-] when he opened his mouth?

Bolivar frowned, slowing down his blood pressure that had just risen suddenly.

"It's because this matter is sensitive that I'm here to check with you." Bolivar carefully chose vague words, and then said, "What if there are some loopholes that I didn't notice."

"Hmm..." Garcia thought about it carefully, and then showed a very bright smile, "Hahaha, there doesn't seem to be any loopholes."

When the blood vessels on Bolivar's forehead danced again, Garcia finally said something valuable: "I suggest you send a message to the husband. You can send someone from the action team to check the other party."

"If it's a traitor, it's better to let them deal with it directly."

"Although we can deal with him here, it is always the person chosen by that gentleman. And it is not easy to catch his tail from the book, it is better to directly non-violent non-cooperation." Garcia said, blinking his eyes, his face A little more cold.

That's enough, I'm sure, this secretary of mine is definitely an insider of the Black Organization.

Bolivar sighed slightly.Before he went out, he only had time to read the company's personnel situation and financial report, and he didn't have time to read the content about the black organization.

Sure enough, luck is not a good thing, and this time I almost revealed my secrets.

Go back and read the relevant reports carefully!

Bolivar thought bitterly, but his face remained calm: "Well, I will check it carefully again, maybe I made a mistake."

After that, the two parked the car and entered the company gate.

People in the hall came and went, and when they saw Bolivar and Garcia approaching, they either nodded hastily or ran away quickly, just like Moses divided the sea.

Even some employees with low emotional intelligence will be reminded by their companions to evacuate here quickly.

Bolivar had a cold face, as usual.

In fact, my heart is frantically swiping the screen.

Why!Why!I'm your boss, hello!

Is Bolivar so popular?

It would be nice if you guys come together and say something to let me get acquainted with the environment! !Give me some, buffer time...

ballball...QAQ...

However, no one heard Bolivar's voice, and no one came forward to help with things or lead the way.

He had no choice but to slow down, observe the surroundings calmly, and perform a perfect image of the chairman.

He checked the information before, the president's office is on the top floor, just take a special elevator to go up.

Fortunately, the elevator was in a conspicuous position at the entrance, and he behaved as if he had been here a thousand times, entering the elevator to go upstairs, exiting the elevator to find the office, all in one go.Plan to pass!

In addition to his office on the top floor, Garcia's office is also equipped, as well as the work room of the living assistant.

"Boss." The blond beauty brought a cup of coffee.

This beauty is called Ivy, whose last name is Bolivar, but I can't remember clearly. She is his current life assistant and has been working in Grid for more than two years.

"Thank you." Bolivar took the cup, carefully not letting this weak-looking woman approach him.

Although she looks innocent, what if, what if this is also a member of the organization?

"Go down, there is nothing for you here for the time being." Ivy looked a little puzzled, but left obediently.

He then rushed Garcia to sort out all the currently running project files, and successfully emptied the office on the top floor.Now in this room, he is alone.

Bolivar, who was finally able to take off his vest, let out a long sigh of relief, no longer maintained his image, and sat slumped in the soft office chair by himself.

"...I should be glad that I am a quiet person..." Bolivar murmured, looking at his mahogany desk unconsciously. There were many colorful patterns painted on the desk, which was quite weird.

Those patterns are not some cursive script, but black squares one after another, a bit like a box and a bit like some kind of modern object.

But it doesn't seem to matter?Bolivar looked back and secretly cheered himself up.

He turned on the computer and began to search for important content that suddenly occurred to him.

"Yusaku Kudo—"

"son--"

However, there is no unified search engine yet, and it is difficult to find things.URLs can only be entered on a site-by-site basis.

In the end, I found a piece of news about Kudo Yukiko on the official website of the famous film company.It shows that Kudo Yusaku and Kudo Yukiko have a son, the famous Kudo Shinichi, who is 12 years old this year.

"So the beginning of the story is not 1994, but 1998." Bolivar looked puzzled, "I always thought it was a year before the beginning of the story of Kexue World. Who knows that it is five years ago—"

"If that's the case, maybe there are some things that can be prepared."

Five years ago was indeed a very delicate time in Ke Xue's world. Shirley left Millikin this year.

Three bottles of fake wine, no, four bottles of fake wine.

Rye, bourbon, scotch and Keele are all added to the distillery at this point.

And in another three months, it will be the new year. At this time point four years ago, many people will die...

But these are not important.Bolivar didn't have time to think deeply about this question at the moment, after all, in his opinion, these people were all in the neon, and he couldn't get along with him.

The important thing is that Hiroki Sawada will probably come to Millikin with his divorced mother in a few months.

Bolivar's pen made an unnatural trace across the white paper.

His excellent computer skills are just suitable for his own software company...

Moreover, virtual reality technology directly acts on the human brain.

If the game cabin in the theatrical version is improved, maybe it can help me see Bolivar's memory.

In this case, even if you meet Karasuma Renye face to face, you don't have to be afraid of showing off.

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The author has something to say:

Bolivar: I'm a husky and thought I was going back to the den, but what a fool I am, wow, my company is a pack of wolves! ! !

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