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Chapter 202 I Become the Foreman 10
The box is decorated in a new Chinese style. The tables, chairs and benches are all simple dark brown solid wood. There is a vast picture of the sea of clouds hanging on the wall, which echoes the name of the box "Yunhaijian".
Tang Song personally opened the chair and stool for the spectator, "Sir, please take a seat."
The spectator was not polite, and sat on the seat with a golden knife, and then an exquisite menu was handed to him.
He waved his hand, "You can just order."
Tang Song said yes, then turned to the welcoming guests who had not left and said, "One of each signature dish, by the way, and then open the bottle of red wine that I had deposited before."
The welcome came down, and when she turned around, she saw the waiter in charge of the box had arrived. She took the person out and explained the needs of the guests.
Holding a pen, the waiter hurriedly opened the menu and began to place an order.
Yingbin raised her wrist and looked at the time. It was not yet the peak time for customers. She raised the hem of her cheongsam and quietly walked around to the boss's office on the top floor.
It was quiet outside the office. As usual, she pushed the door and went in directly.
There was no one on the boss chair in the office, but the sound of water came from the bathroom.
She stepped on her high heels, approached in a low voice, and held the bathroom door handle.
The water inside was loud and clattering, the faucet was always on, and the basin was already full of water.
The most incredible thing is that the boss's two legs are half kneeling on the ground, his arms are down, and his head is buried in the water.
No matter how you look at this scene, it looks like a suicide scene, Yingbin was terrified, but she reacted quickly, stepped on high heels and rushed up, dragged the person off the washbasin, and laid it flat on the ground.
The boss closed his eyes, his face was blue, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
Yingbin shook his hands and took out his mobile phone, thinking he was too scared to press the number accurately several times in a row.
At this moment, her calf was suddenly held by a cold hand, she screamed in fright, and stepped back against the ground.
"Don't be noisy, it's so annoying!"
The weak voice was a little irritable, followed by a few coughs.
The boss sat up from the ground, clutched his chest and choked out a few saliva, leaning leaning against the hanging cabinet beside him.
Yingbin, who had regained his senses, suddenly had red eyes, rushed over crying and grabbed the man's sleeve, "What happened to you just now, how long have you been bored in the water? I'd better call the doctor."
Thinking of her boyfriend's previous state like a corpse, Yingbin felt a sigh of relief.
"I'm fine." The boss has eased over, grabbing the door handle of the hanging cabinet and standing up.
Glancing at the woman who was still sitting on the ground, he said impatiently, "Don't be stunned, get up quickly, all the makeup is gone, it's ugly."
Yingbin pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, grabbed the edge of the bathtub and stood up.
She patted the dust on her buttocks, looked at the bloodless face of the other party, and couldn't help but start to soften, "Jiadong, what happened to you before, how could you..."
The face of the man opposite changed, and she dared not say it again.
Lu Jiadong's face was ashen, "It's not because you insisted on making trouble last night, so I didn't sleep well, and I was dizzy all morning. After washing my face, I fell asleep and fell into the water."
Yingbin bit his lip aggrieved. Last night, the two of them quarreled all night because of a trivial matter.
If had to say it, things really started because of her.
She leaned up, "Okay, I won't make you angry in the future, okay?"
Lu Jiadong still had a cold face, was pushed for a while, his face improved, pinched the woman's nose, and warned, "Pan Linlin, this is the last warning to you, if you slander me and other women again, we will Finished playing."
Pan Linlin agreed with her mouth, but she didn't think so in her heart.
Lu Jiadong, a top student who just returned from abroad, is a rich second-generation, why do you like her, not because of her face and body.
Sooner or later, Pi Xiang would get bored, and Pan Linlin knew that she couldn't bind this man.
In the office outside, the phone rang suddenly.
Lu Jiadong let go of the woman and ran out in three or two steps, obviously waiting for the call.
The person on the phone said, "Here we are, parking in the parking lot."
Lu Jiadong, "I'll come down immediately."
Pan Linlin followed him and asked curiously, "Jiadong, who is so generous, you have to invite yourself to greet him."
"Boss of Shengshi, do you think this name is enough for me to go in person?" He looked down at his embarrassed clothes, and ordered, "Go into the lounge and find me some clothes, hurry up."
Pan Linlin was pushed into the inner room.
This room is just on the concave side of the building, the sunlight is blocked by the raised structure of the narration, and only a ray of light can be poured in early in the morning.
The white curtains were rattled by a gust of cool wind. Pan Linlin shrank her shoulders, walked quickly to the closet, and opened it.
The shirts and suits in the cabinet were all matched. Her fingers slid across the row of clothes, stayed on the middle suit, and reached in to grab the hook of the hanger.
As soon as picked it up, the back of hand slipped wet, cold, and a little sticky.
Pan Linlin was so frightened that she dropped her clothes and ran out, shouting, "There's something, there's something in the closet!"
Lu Jiadong was busy going down to see the distinguished guests, his temper was on the verge of impatience, and he suddenly became angry when he heard the woman's screams, "I heard you clamoring here all morning, can't you just shut up and let me live in peace?!"
He rushed in all the way, without even looking at the woman who was leaning against the wall, he took out all the clothes in the closet and threw them on the bed next to him.
"Pan Linlin, what the hell are you doing!" Lu Jiadong scratched his hair irritably, before he could talk nonsense with his girlfriend, he picked up one at random and put it on on the spot.
Pan Linlin was not in the mood to care about the man's bad attitude. At this moment, her mind was full of the touch on the back of her hand.
She raised her hand in a daze and glanced at the light outside the window. There was a small patch of light reflecting on the back of her hand, like some kind of transparent liquid.
"Don't be stunned, go." Lu Jiadong changed his clothes and dragged Pan Linlin out.
It is impossible for him to keep anyone other than him in the powerhouse of the office.
When they got to the elevator, Lu Jiadong pushed Pan Linlin to another elevator opposite, and took the elevator that had already arrived to go down to the first floor.
As soon as he got out of the elevator, he heard voices and saw a man in a black suit walking into the lobby surrounded by everyone.
Lu Jiadong greeted him, "Mr. Sheng, long time no see."
Sheng Yiming nodded slightly, avoiding the hand that the other party stretched out in front of him.
Lu Jiadong was stunned for a moment, and withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, with the same eagerness on his face, "The box is on the third floor, please come with me."
Sheng Yiming stood there silently, with no intention of leaving, and the rest of the people naturally stopped, looking at me, looking at you, not knowing what was wrong.
Among the crowd, assistant Xiao Gao dared to step forward and ask, "Sir, are you dissatisfied with the hotel?"
After hearing this, the leader of the dinner party broke down in a cold sweat, squeezed out a stiff smile and leaned over, "If Mr. Sheng is not satisfied, let's move to another place."
Shengshi's new project is very big, and Sheng Yiming is young and inexperienced, as long as they can coax him to get a piece of the pie, they can change to ten places.
"No." Sheng Yiming said suddenly, "Go to the second floor, is there any room?"
There was no need for the leader to speak. Lu Jiadong said immediately, "Yes, there is a garden terrace outside the largest box on the second floor. The scenery is indeed better than that on the third floor. Wait a minute, everyone, I will send someone to arrange it immediately."
As soon as the general manager's voice fell, the lobby manager who followed him arranged the task and asked the waiter in charge of the second floor to remove the excess tableware.
Lu Jiadong turned off the walkie-talkie and made a gesture of invitation, "Mr. Sheng, please come here."
Sheng Yiming turned his face slightly and gave him the first straight look.
But the man's eyes did not make Lu Jiadong feel valued. On the contrary, he produced a strange smile from it, like mockery and indifference, and in those dead black eyes like dry wells, his paleness was reflected. Face.
Pale as a dead man.
Lu Jiadong shuddered, recovered from his stunned stupor, and found that the man had turned his head and walked towards the elevator.
He quickly followed, his right eyelid twitching violently.
Shortly after getting on the elevator, he found a strange place. Each of the dozen people inside was silent, and the temperature in the small space dropped to freezing point, making people nervous.
Lu Jiadong quietly looked at the people closest to him, each of them with a livid face, drooping their eyelids and looking at their toes.
Intuition tells him, don't lower your head, there is nothing underneath.
The body did not obey, but still stubbornly bent his neck and lowered his head.
There was a drop of dark water on the polished black leather shoes, and in the blink of an eye, another drop was added.
Lu Jiadong's body began to tremble, and he grabbed the seams on both sides of his trousers in fear. He saw that when the water droplets dripped from the top down, they were as red as blood.
Where did the red water come from, other people had the same experience as him, so they all stared at their toes?
But except him, everyone's shoes were clean.
All the strange things reminded him of the sudden fainting in the bathroom before. At that time, in order to greet the distinguished guests with a good appearance, he went to the bathroom to clean up his appearance.
But for some reason, a cool wind blew from nowhere, and he lost consciousness right after him.
Lu Jiadong didn't believe in ghosts and gods. From a scientific point of view, he told himself and Pan Linlin that it was syncope caused by lack of sleep.
But as long as you think about it, you will find that this statement does not hold water at all.
With a click, another drop of red water dripped onto the shoe.
Lu Jiadong shrank his shoulders, his head slowly lifted uncontrollably, his eyes rolled up, and he was fixed on the top of the elevator.
There was a clear pool of water on the ground, and those unknown liquids were falling drop by drop along the gaps in the metal plates at the top of the elevator.
"Ding"
The silence was broken by the sound of the elevator. Lu Jiadong took a few beats to react, and found that the bosses who were clearly standing around him had left the elevator at some point, standing outside, looking at himself strangely.
Some people saw that he was stupid and sneered, "Mr. Lu, what's wrong with you, if you have other things to deal with, you can ask the lobby manager to show us the way."
"Nothing." Lu Jiadong suppressed his chaotic thoughts and walked out quickly, "I'm really sorry, I just lost my mind."
He took a few steps and probed in a joking tone, "Mr. Zhou, you have been staring at your toes just now, what are you looking at?"
"When did I stare at my toes?" President Zhou glared at Lu Jiadong inexplicably and walked over to the man in the lead.
"Mr. Sheng, I heard that Mr. Sheng was not feeling well. Is it better recently?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou, my father's health is much better." Sheng Yiming replied calmly. When passing through the sea of clouds, his eyes accurately crossed the crack of the door and fell on the young man who was diagonally facing the door.
The young man lowered his head to drink tea, then turned his head to say something to the man on the left.
Perhaps it was because the sight from the outside was too sharp, Li Yu turned his head sharply to look at it, and only one waiter passed by outside the crack of the door.
I thought it was the mission target.
He retracted his gaze in disappointment, and out of the corner of his eye he saw that the spectator was also staring outside, thoughtfully.
Tang Song's heart was big, and he didn't notice the difference between the two, so he added a big drumstick to Guan Zhu, "Old man, eat quickly, the dishes are cold."
The watcher smiled and took a sip of red wine, his mouth was full of the smell of banknotes, "Mr. Tang, don't be polite, you can eat it too."
Tang Song, "I'm eating, don't you think I'm eating right now?"
Li Yu, "..."
This kind of fake politeness and dry dialogue, the two of you come and go, and they talk happily.
Putting a piece of braised pork in his mouth, he asked the system, "Has the goal been reached?"
"I don't know." 1551's attitude was very cold, and every word revealed his rejection of this topic.
Li Yu can't, the first brother has a good temper now, so he can't rely on him, so he can rely on himself.
He finished the chicken soup in the small bone china bowl, wiped his mouth, stood up, and whispered to Tang Song, "I'm going to the bathroom."
Tang Song didn't suspect him, he waved his hand to let him hurry back, but the spectator twisted his beard and sighed as he watched the young man leave.
"Sir."
Faxiao had been around before, but now that he finally had the chance, Tang Song pressed his voice and asked, "You said that I've been small, there's really no room for mediation?"
What kind of ghosts and ghosts are not a species of the world, why bother with his family to be petty.
The watcher said vaguely, "There is no way, but don't worry, Mr. Ding will not have any worries about his life."
Tang Song, "But..."
"There are good people and bad people, and ghosts are naturally good and bad." The watcher said with conscience, "The fate of others cannot be allowed to interfere, not even me. I still say what I said before, Mr. Tang had better be with Mr. Ding. Keep your distance."
Tang Song and Ding Lian grew up together, and they exchanged open-crotch pants a long time ago.
Such a deep friendship is not to say that the team will be broken up.
Tang Song asked, "What do you mean by distance specifically?"
"I don't know either." The spectator said, "It depends on the meaning of that person."
Tang Song was even more confused, "Who is that?"
Viewer, "Don't say it, don't say it."
Tang Song, "..."
Li Yu was completely unaware that he would also be the subject of discussion, and was squatting outside a box to peek.
The box was filled with smoke, and colorful jokes were flying all over the sky. It was too vulgar and did not meet the elegant character design of the mission goal.
Close the door for the other party and continue to the next box.
I just searched one by one, and finally came to the last box at the end of the corridor.
Just looking at the closed door, this box can be seen to be more luxurious than the others, and there are two waiters guarding the door.
Seeing a guest coming over, the waiter greeted with a smile and continued to stand guard without squinting.
Li Yu couldn't get in, so he could only call the system out again, "1551, should he be inside?"
The system is silent.
Li Yu choked his throat and called a brother, like a wave.
The system was disgusted and broken, fearing that it would continue to be disgusting, he hurriedly said, "I'm here!"
After getting a positive answer, Li Yu felt at ease, leaning against the wall and touching his chin in thought.
He has just come all the way, and he has already figured out the layout of this floor. If people in the box want to enter and exit, in addition to taking the elevator in the middle of the corridor, they will take the spiral staircase not far from the sea of clouds.
The bosses come out to eat and drink, either for the contract or planning for the contract. It is impossible not to drink and chat.
After drinking, the smell is soaring, and everyone is nested in an elevator, so they can't be smoked to death.
Therefore, there is a high probability that after eating, the people in the box will pass by the door of Yunhaijian.
On the way back, Li Yu asked the system, "Can we be reconciled?"
The system is arrogant, "Forget it."
Li Yu, "If Sheng Yiming passes by outside, can you let me know in advance?"
The system took a long time to squeeze out two words, "Okay."
Li Yu, "..."
Since 1551 has the emotion module, it's getting harder and harder.
Back in the box, the two people in the seats were still polite, as if they were deliberately covering up.
Li Yu tugged at Tang Song's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "What did you guys talk about when I wasn't here?"
Tang Song hurriedly said, "It's nothing, just chat casually, really."
"..." There really is a ghost, Li Yu thought, and will interrogate later when he goes back.
After concentrating on eating for a while, a message suddenly came from the system, "Sheng Yiming has left the box and went to the stairwell of the safety exit."
Li Yu wondered, "What are you doing in the stairwell?"
"Smoking." 1551 said, "I think the people in the box are too annoying, so I went out to get some air."
It's really annoying enough to have a fake and a snake on the wine table.
Li Yuchong spread out his hands to Tang Song, "Give me a cigarette."
Tang Song stared at the person opposite for a moment, then remembered that he had never seen him smoking since the night he was beaten when he was young.
Li Yu was stunned by the strange eyes on the opposite side, and with a slight turn of his mind, he understood what was going on.
He explained without changing his face, "After I was beaten that day, I suddenly understood the fragility of life, and I thought about quitting smoking. As a result, you see, the addiction is too big, and I still can't quit."
Tang Song's doubts disappeared, he took out a cigarette and handed it over.
I was looking down at the lighter, and Fa Xiao had disappeared.
Li Yu deliberately did not take the lighter. Along the way, he pondered over and over in his mind how to talk to the target.
The safety exit is next to the elevator entrance, above the two heavy wooden doors, and a green sign is lit up.
From the glass window on the door, Li Yu saw the man turn his head sideways in his direction and light a cigarette.
Because of the dim light in the stairwell, the man's face was dull, his eyelashes drooped, and smoke rose from the cigarette at his fingertips, blurring his features.