Zhou Xiaoli sat in the guest room of the county party committee guesthouse, and now there is a hotel sign hanging here. This is where Buck repeatedly reminded her to live. This detail made her look at Gu Qian who kept changing stations with a little restlessness. The fat girl also ridiculed her: "Don't you want to fly with your old man? Why did you live with me? Is it because of today's smashing accident?"

The black girl chose to sit on the windowsill and look at the street outside: "The Lincheng Valley area in the city seemed to have a smash accident when it opened?"

Gu Qian really doesn't care: "Who can do real estate, who has no background or which one has clean heels? When planning, grab territory, forcefully promote demolition during demolition, and when opening the market, aren't you doing these things every day?"

Zhou Xiaoli frowned: "For such a big project, these people are rich and have a status, so why can't they do business well?"

Gu Qian is more realistic than her: "Will rich people bite their hands if they have too much money? They just want to be more and more. If there is too much, do you know the news that our company has arranged for managers to travel abroad this year?"

Miss Zhou really devoted herself to her work: "I seem to have heard of it, but I didn't pay attention."

The fat girl is clear: "Don't participate! The sales backbone who went to Hong Kong to travel last year was deducted for half a year's travel allowance! He forced the 2,000 yuan he spent on a group trip back!"

Zhou Xiaoli has heard rumors that the company's senior executives are very stingy. She felt better for some reason and nodded with a smile: "It seems..."

Mr. Zhong Er was very angry here. He was already angry, but at some point he had a big iron nail on the tire, and the side walls were penetrated. Two bodyguards jumped down to change the tires, so he had to get into other people's cars.

Buck admitted to Guoan that apart from military doctors, because of his cleverness and mobility, he served the most in the mercenary company to conceal reconnaissance and inquire about information.

He doesn't like to attack unless he has to.

Originally, he planned to hide in the trunk, but after using a screwdriver to let himself sit in, he decided to take the hotel route, just because he picked up a business card of Zhong Chengkui, general manager of Fucheng Group, in the off-road vehicle armrest box, which marked the location of Fucheng Group's company, which was located on the ninth floor of the hotel.

For others, it may be a tiger's den, and for Buck, it's just a floor, so he wasted a tire, and now he has basically gone through most of the parking lots before he stood up from the trash can in the corner, and accurately and quickly walked through a few meters away into the boiler room in the yard.

These details have been observed long ago. For hotels, the boiler room not only undertakes hot water and heating positions in the entire building, but also mostly also responsible for washing and baking a large number of bedding replaced by the hotel. In big cities, it may be handed over to a special washing company. Small places always make tigers but can't make dogs, and white flags can't be hung everywhere in the building. Just seeing someone pushing dirty fabrics over, Buck understands.

The employees inside operated a row of washing machines while whispering gossip: "The chairman has created another TV host this time, it's so cool! That last time..."

The other person immediately became alert: "Okay! Don't cause trouble!"

The one before was a little bolder: "They dare to do it, but are we afraid of saying it?"

Buck passed by them silently, and chose a set of waiter's black vest and white shirt before leaving.

I immediately swept away the sneaky smell, just like a formal employee, I opened my head and chest up and broke into the restaurant kitchen on the north floor. I first took out a pair of white gloves that the waiter often wore, and then casually found a waiter tray to decorate things. I swayed and covered half of my face and walked up the stairs.

It’s that simple. Is this commercial group with a little gangster background also closely guarded by extreme religious armed forces?

Buck walked up calmly, and met two or three waiters or someone else on the way, but no one realized what was behind the tray that covered his face.

It was not until I went up to the ninth floor that I noticed that there were two more cameras at the entrance of the corridor. Even if no one was guarding it, this thing was too rampant!

Buck cursed in his heart but turned a blind eye to push open the fire door and walked in. The passage here would not be full of machine guns, and he would not die if he walked in, let alone what most of these people should do.

Thinking of this, Buck's hand movements became faster. He quickly walked through the uninhabited corridor to the end. Finally, he glanced at the camera above his head, and kicked open the door next to him, but the camera didn't pick up the sound.

He didn't have so much care and careful opening of the door. He held the tray just to cover his face. Now he rushed in and saw the mess of various office furniture piled up, so he closed the door and walked to the window.

This is the most characteristic that Buck saw when squatting on the wall below. The front of this brick-concrete structure is made of glass veneer. It looks like the curtain wall of a tall building. In fact, there are rows of windows behind it. The half-height window sill below and the air-conditioning units hanging outside have a lot of footholds!

Buck, who had put the tray, pushed open the sliding window that had not been opened for a long time. A fresh breath rushed into the storage room full of moldy smell. He squinted his eyes to calculate the business card number and the corresponding various door numbers he had just seen upstairs. He climbed onto the windowsill and began to move close to the side.

It was easier than he thought, it was like walking on flat ground, and it was pitch black behind it. Except for the two windows in the middle that seemed to be lit, there was no light inside that would reveal the walls and sticking them on them.

Nine-story building, about thirty meters high, Buck suddenly recalled his work of climbing up the wall to weld neon signs. The same thing had completely different results.

Looking back at this not too prosperous county town, the sparse lights are similar to those in Eastern Europe before.

This is how veterans are. Even if they are doing dangerous and exciting things, they will try their best to distract themselves with some distracting thoughts so that they will not be too excited and accumulate energy at all times.

Whether there is someone on the ninth floor or not is not important to Buck. He is just a scheming water. Unlike abroad, it is easier to kill these brothers according to his simplest way of thinking. But obviously, Buck's purpose is to get a safe National Day holiday for his family, rather than a earth-shaking police investigation or business turmoil. Even if anyone thinks that the unlucky boss Zhang hired to do this, if the real criminal investigation method is used, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no clues that will affect his family and the hardworking girl.

They should not be afraid of such a thing.

So Buck just wanted to find something to do anything useful to that boss Zhang. As long as Boss Zhang can be used to clamp down the Zhong brothers, the relative weakness becomes balanced, and things will be resolved.

The account book, construction plan, or even any interesting thing you can find in the office, and hand it over to Boss Zhang, who is suffering losses, to fight back. Even if it is not of much threat, it can still make the brothers of the Zhong family feel surprised and timid, right?
Chapter completed!