One Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-One Conversation by Chance Encounter
A piece of common sense in the world of night fighting, which can be regarded as a certain conventional rule.
——‘Leave everything until night’.
After all, unless you are in a place where you don’t have to worry about being exposed, you can only use some relatively hidden abilities to make trouble during the day, which often cannot solve the problem at all.
To be honest... even if there is a high degree of information control at the national level and official forces,
But are you really not afraid of making a big fuss that won't end...
The wild and wild mood in Houston last night had not yet dissipated when I heard Celica’s rhetorical question,
Fangran felt slightly ashamed.
"Now that we know that the stolen contract has not been destroyed by the other party and is now in Calgary, there is no need for us to rush now,"
"The other party must already know that we are coming, and maybe they are ready and waiting for us somewhere now,"
Holding the expensive and unpleasant coffee in the airport, Selica said casually:
"Investigate where it is hidden. It will be easier to move around at night."
"In other words, since there is such a hunch method, we can't directly ask where the contract is..."
No...then it's not a premonition but a prophecy...
Listening to Annabelle sitting back on the chair and talking lazily, Fangran silently complained about her troublesome thoughts,
Thinking of determining the specific location of something in the world out of thin air, that is probably something only Grandma Shui can do...
"Being able to confirm this status quo is already a huge gain. Don't expect more, as long as the contract is indeed in this city,"
"Then we should be able to find clues soon."
Listening to Celica saying this, she also knew that directly obtaining the precise location was not such a good thing in the world. Annabelle folded her arms and hummed softly,
On the other side, there was a lightness of relief on his face.
"Then, before the signing meeting begins, we should be able to get the contract back smoothly."
After hearing his words, she was slightly speechless at his simple and optimistic contrast. Selica glanced at Fangran and reminded,
"You seem to have completely forgotten that we are dealing with the overlord of North America. Finding the clues does not mean that we can get it back smoothly. Even with the existence of that trump card, there is no guarantee that the other party will not be so desperate in the end that they will destroy the contract."
This time I directly pointed out the conclusion to him bluntly.
"From the moment this kind of thing is stolen, it is destined to end up being basically irretrievable."
Is that really the case...
After hearing Selika's conclusion, Fangran thought for a moment without feeling too disappointed.
"Don't think about things that are destined to be difficult to achieve, since you have to wait until night to act,"
And she should have known this kind of thing for a long time. Annabelle stood up and sat next to Fangran like a stranger striking up a conversation. Her eyes lit up with charm and her words were ambiguous.
Her whole body exudes the temptation of a coquettish and bad woman, which is different from a good wife and good mother.
"Little handsome boy, do you want to go on a date with me now?"
Seeing her actions, Lynn, who was sitting across from her and closed her microphone as usual, looked up, and Fangran felt his body go numb.
Without the blessing of vodka, it wouldn’t be as ‘crazy and evil’ as last night.
"Ah... um... I suddenly remembered that I have something to do for a while."
Fangran looked away and scratched his cheek with his fingertips, but he was not in a hurry to 'chase'. Looking at his appearance that was different from last night,
Annabelle's slightly amused eyes dissipated.
"Then since there is no need to confirm anything, the next step is to wait until night and go to the tavern here to investigate clues about that guy,"
Relying on the 'magical conch', I suddenly learned the most critical information about the current situation and determined the next action.
"Then let's go now."
Celica put down her coffee cup and got up from her seat first.
As the only male present, Fangran took out a piece of the remaining mission funds from the intelligence purchase last night, put it on the table together with the tip and paid for it in a gentlemanly manner.
The whole process was quite free and easy. After all, I even spent 10,000 US dollars on tips and tickets. I have seen two sentences and a photo cost 100,000 US dollars.
He doesn't care about this small amount of money anymore.
The concept of consumption has expanded.
Then, just when he finished doing this and wanted to get up and follow Selika and the others,
Suddenly, Fangran felt a strange gaze focused on him.
Um?
No malice was felt, it was just accidental. Fangran looked up strangely,
Then the eyes behind the sunglasses froze for a moment.
The source of his sight was not someone who looked dangerous, nor did he sense the same kind of aura.
Wearing a luxurious and understated white winter coat, she wore elegant gloves that looked like a wealthy person. She was followed by an assistant and a bodyguard.
On the slender and demure white face, exquisite clear glasses and calm eyes,
Exudes knowledge and calmness.
I always feel that such a temperament wearing glasses is rare among foreigners.
I didn't expect such a figure. He is expensive but not arrogant but has a knowledgeable temperament that looks very unusual. It seems that he has a vague sense of déjà vu before.
And she was walking towards him.
"I really didn't expect to meet you here."
In inner surprise, he watched the other person sit down in front of him and speak out,
The crouching postures and movements of the grocery shopping lady and the model girl are absolutely different. Every move of the woman in front of you makes you feel elegant and dignified.
Listening to her beautiful English intonation translated into formal words in the headphones, I noticed that the direction she came from was the disembarkation channel of the private jet.
Fangran glanced at the assistant and bodyguard standing behind her, and confirmed that they were all ordinary people's strange things:
"Who are you....?"
There was no fluctuation in the white, thin European and American face. The young woman who looked erudite and elegant spoke calmly:
"It seems that Mr. CEO doesn't care about the names and looks of his colleagues."
CEO...
Listening to the name from the other party, he confirmed that she was from Fiseld. He was surprised that she didn't hide her distrust of him like others, was full of surprise, or was nervous and awe.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the other person is obviously polite and decent, and has an indifferent air of being accustomed to being expensive.
But Fangran always felt that she had a "prickly" feeling towards him.
"Then what can I do for you?"
"No, it's just out of politeness when we meet by chance, Mr. Executive Officer, I just want to say a few words of greetings to you, Mr. Fiseld."
Sitting upright in her seat, the young woman's formal way of speaking, coupled with her unhurried and unhurried tone of voice, formed a unique and calm aura.
Then the eyes behind the lenses looked directly at Fang Ran and said calmly: