Less than half an hour before the dinner started, luxury cars parked in front of the red carpet. Guests invited to the dinner could also experience the feeling of walking on the red carpet. Yinsen Hondo, who had never participated in such a high-society event, also
It was like experiencing the flu.
Wearing a haute couture gray suit and without a female companion, he walked alone on the red carpet to the entrance of the headquarters building.
After handing the dinner invitation to the security guard at the door, he confirmed that there was no problem and received a beautifully shaped pen.
After Yin Sen Hontang arrived at the banquet hall, he found a corner seat close to the stage. He had no intention of socializing with others. After making sure that there was no one around him, he spoke cautiously:
"Krell, I'm already in position. How is the situation over there?"
winter.
There was no human voice, but the sound of fingers tapping the headset.
Yinsen Hondo guessed that Fujiwara Yuu was inconvenient to speak now, so he simply said nothing. When he could answer himself, he would naturally speak. He leaned against the wall and looked at the invited guests, and couldn't help but click his tongue.
:
"...They are all really celebrities. I'm afraid they are not the poorest here."
In fact, this is indeed the case. Yin Sen Hontang’s external identity is just the president of a clothing company. The company has been in operation for less than three years. The reason why he was invited to the dinner this time is simply because of his luxurious positioning and avant-garde style that attracted these celebrities.
I like it. With such bonus, I barely managed to get on the invitation list for the dinner party.
As for wealth and status, he is definitely at the bottom of the dinner party, probably at the bottom.
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The dinner was held on the seventh floor of the Schindler Company headquarters building. The seventh floor was probably chosen because in Western culture, the number seven represents luck. Therefore, when designing the headquarters building, the dinner hall was specially built on the seventh floor.
He is wearing navy blue work clothes and his short blond hair is a little frizzy. Fortunately, he is wearing a work cap and the wig doesn't look too fake.
Fujiwara Yu disguised himself as a maintenance worker and was successfully released after being searched by security guards to confirm that he did not carry any contraband. He carried the maintenance box to the freight elevator specially provided for maintenance workers. After the elevator door opened, he noticed
The most advanced monitoring equipment currently installed is installed in the upper right corner.
He stepped into the elevator with a normal expression, pressed the button for the 50th floor, then closed his eyes and waited quietly for the elevator to arrive as usual.
After hearing the beep and the sound of the elevator door slowly opening sideways, Fujiwara Yu opened his eyes and walked outside. The work he had to do today was very simple, which was to perform daily maintenance on the air conditioner in the lounge on the 50th floor.
Of course, this is just the job that the character he plays needs to do.
——"Krell, I'm already in position, how is the situation over there?"
Hearing Yinsen Hondo's voice coming from the headset, Fujiwara Yu naturally didn't bother to answer, because he bumped into a company employee as soon as he passed the corner. Fortunately, he was not a troublesome security guard.
While pretending to lift the broken hair from his ears, he lightly touched the headset with his fingertips. After passing the signal, he had to perform a stunt to make the employee in front of him his "accomplice."
"Hello, sir, how can I get to the lounge?" Yu Fujiwara spoke fluent English and politely asked the tired-looking employee in front of the vending machine. Looking at the sparse hair on his head, it was not difficult to guess that he was a worker.
Programmers working overtime to catch up on work.
The clerk yawned lazily. He raised his finger and pointed to the sign next to him, looking a little speechless.
Fujiwara Yu naturally saw the sign, and before coming here, he and White had successfully hacked into the computer of the architect who designed the Schindler Company headquarters building and successfully obtained the details of a certain floor.
We even got accurate information: Hiroki Sawada's studio and bedroom are on the top floor of the building, and one floor below is where Thomas Schindler lives.
"Ah... I'm sorry to bother you." Fujiwara Yu smiled and touched the back of his head, the embarrassment on his face was just right. He did this to leave an impression on others and prove that he was indeed here to repair the air conditioner.
He waited for the clerk to buy the canned coffee he longed for and left, then walked towards the break room near the fire escape. Smoking was allowed in this break room, and there were vents to dissipate the smell of smoke.
Where there are vents, there are naturally ventilation ducts, and this is the purpose of Fujiwara Yu disguising himself as a maintenance worker.
He had to climb the ventilation duct to reach the air outlet on the rooftop. This was also the least likely route to be discovered. Although it didn't sound cool, it was very practical.
After making sure no one came in, Fujiwara Yu quickly took out the screwdriver and shoe covers from the tool box, put on the shoe covers and stepped on the cabinet against the wall. Because he was too tall, he had to bend his knees to prevent his head from hitting the ceiling.
After quickly unscrewing the screws at the ventilation duct opening and removing the hollow ventilation plate, he grabbed the ventilation opening with both hands and easily went up with his waist... Well, it was indeed very easy to go up, as long as he wanted to squeeze his body into the ventilation duct.
The process is a bit laborious.
It's not that he has gained weight recently, but it's really frustrating for him to be squeezed into a narrow ventilation duct with his height of 1.9 meters.
But in order for the plan to succeed, it is not impossible to grit one's teeth and endure it.
Fujiwara Yu took out a special custom-made tool that resembled a fishing hook, put the screws directly on it and reached down from the hollow of the ventilation panel. He slowly rotated and re-screwed each screw in. It was completely impossible to tell that anyone had removed it.
Pass.
After finishing all this, he directly pulled off the inferior blond wig that made his scalp itchy, and secretly made a note to White: Buy a cheap wig for cheap, and 10% of this month's bonus will be deducted.
As he crawled forward, he answered Yinsen Bentang's inquiry into the headset:
"I'm in good condition here, have you seen the prey you're responsible for over there?"
"Well, I thought that the hero of the dinner would appear at the end, but I didn't expect that he had already arrived early. And what surprised me was that he also invited many people from the entertainment industry, such as singers Nick Carter and Huo Yin.
Dorov, as well as Hollywood actress Chrissy Wynyard and her great co-star Yilia Wood."
Chrissy Wynyard?
Isn't she a Hollywood actress with close ties to the organization?
Fujiwara Yu frowned slightly. He thought of the intelligence that Morofushi Jingguang had submitted to him. It seemed that the organization had a big appetite. While it was eyeing Taku Itakura, it was also unwilling to let go of Schindler, who had DNA tracking technology.
company.
Thinking of this, he quickly told Yinsen Bentang the news. After all, he had not had time to inform him about the news that Chris was related to the organization, so he said: