"There will be a royal banquet in London in early March. The British royal family is nominally celebrating the birthday of Princess Emma, but seeing that they have invited world-renowned wealthy and dignitaries to attend, the main purpose is to boost the British economy. During the banquet, there will probably be There are a few small economic and trade meetings."
"Five well-known people in Huaguo accepted the invitation, including Xing Yuan." Zheng Xingguo said: "Recently, because of the strict control of the SWAT team, the number of attacks has decreased a lot, and the remaining petty troubles are not worth mentioning. But Xing Yuan's trip to London this time is someone else's territory after all. His bodyguards are bound to be restricted everywhere, and our SWAT team can't blatantly follow abroad. This trip is an opportunity for 'flying wolves', but it's also your opportunity. ."
Marven Ye: "Since this banquet is so dangerous, why does he still go?" After all, it's a matter of life.
Zheng Xingguo said with a smile: "If the person in power of the Xing Group stays at home all day for fear of being injured, then he is not fit to be the boss of the Xing Group."
Marven Ye thought about it for a while, and felt quite right: "Then in what capacity will I approach him this time?"
"In the Xing Group, we also have some contacts, and we generally know the personnel changes within them."
Zheng Xingguo pulled out a few pieces of paper from a drawer on one side, and then took out a SLR camera: "This time we are going to London for a banquet, the Xing Group will publish the travel situation of Xing Yuan and his party on their official website, for the sake of Xing. The company is currently promoting several industries. Of course, it is also because Xing Yuan is good-looking, and the dual selling points of 'billionaire' and 'the best handsome guy' are more likely to attract people's attention to Xing's and the industries under Xing's."
Marven Ye remembered Xing Yuan's face and his rather perfect body proportions, and not only nodded: "He really has the potential to be a superstar, and I heard that he is a candidate for 'National Husband'."
Zheng Xingguo clicked on the document on the table: "The photographer who was in charge of following him before quit his job for some reason. We took a little effort to get this job."
"Photographer?" Marven Ye took a few steps forward, picked up the sheets of paper, and found that it was a personal resume.
The photo on his resume is a one-inch photo of him. His personal introduction and work experience are the same as the facts. It only hides his identity as a member of the special affairs department and a counter-terrorism police officer.
Zheng Xingguo: "The interview process has been omitted. On the 15th of this month, an assistant surnamed Xu beside Xing Yuan will contact you to meet Xing Yuan. If Xing Yuan nods and agrees, your job is settled."
Marven Ye raised his head: "Uh, what if he didn't nod?"
Zheng Xingguo looked back at him seriously: "Let him nod."
Marven Ye raised an eyebrow and replied "yes" knowingly.
Then he stopped talking nonsense, took the resume on the table and the SLR camera in his hand, said goodbye to Zheng Xingguo, and then turned around and left the office.
During the Spring Festival this year, Ye Wenxuan spent the year with his colleagues in the Special Affairs Department who stayed in City B. Although he and this group of people had only known each other for half a year, they were better than when they were in City S when they were with the designers of Sphorise. They get along much more freely.
Probably because they are in a government agency, everyone's ideological awareness is extremely high, or that these people have experienced too many tasks, and the brothers around them are basically friends of life and death, and there is no intrigue of competing interests. family-like.
Marven Ye was the latest one to join in, but he could also feel the sincere feelings contained in it.
He looked at Xing Yuan's materials every day, practiced his photography skills, and sometimes went to the office on duty, or followed Zhong Lei and others for an internship, so he spent a meaningful New Year.
On February 15th, the snow was flying.
Marven Ye looked at himself in front of the full-length mirror, wearing a dark gray slim-fit trench coat, also a sweater and black trousers of the same color, and a pair of brown Martin boots.
Although they were all dressed in dark colors, there was a string of eye-catching silver pendants hanging around his neck, and a beige-gray scarf around him. Marven Ye looked left and right, picked up a silver-gray watch with a metallic luster, and carefully placed it on his left wrist.
The smooth black hair was neatly combed and tied loosely at the back of the head in a ponytail.
His figure is as good as the model's, and his face is also very good, even if he wears a pair of old-fashioned glasses, it does not detract from the unique charm of this person.
Putting the black backpack with the photographic equipment on his back, he picked up the satchel with various camera parts. Marven Ye took a last look at himself in the mirror, put two fingers of his right hand on his lips, and then blew himself a kiss.
"Everything is ready, let's go."
A man named Xu Yan called him last night. This man is said to be one of Xing Yuan's business assistants. He usually helps Xing Yuan with other assistants in handling official business. He is sometimes in charge of matters related to new employees, because Zheng Xingguo is vague, and Marven Ye is not sure whether this person has any unclear relationship with the special affairs department.
He silently reviewed his resume in his heart, and took the mobile phone to look at the address Xu Yan sent him yesterday. The taxi driver beside him always wanted to chat with him, Marven Ye replied casually, and then stopped talking.
Seeing that he didn't want to talk, the driver had to turn on the communicator in the car, and started to talk to each other with his fellow riders.
It's just that I don't know if the weather is bad today, the communicator is always accompanied by the current sound of "thorn, tick, and thorn", and the driver is still the same after debugging several times, and he can't help but feel a little annoyed.
There was light snow falling outside the car, Marven Ye looked up at the scenery outside the window, heard the driver tap the communicator and whispered in his ears, and wisely kept silent.
The meeting place was in the headquarters of Xing's Group in the capital. The headquarters of Xing's Group is located in the suburbs of City B. It is said that Xing's bought an entire piece of land there to build a business park belonging to Xing's.
When he got to the place, Marven Ye finally knew why the headquarters was located in the suburbs.
The headquarters of the Xing Group is really too big.
In front of him is a magnificent building complex. As far as Marven Ye's eyes can see, from the main building in front of him to several hundred meters away, there are at least eight high-rise buildings with more than 30 floors. In addition, there are other novel designs. There are countless high and low buildings, but I don't know what they are used for.
After all, the Xing Group has been involved in various industries. If there is no clear logo, it is really difficult to assert the function of each building here.
He registered his identity at the doorman, and called Xu Yan on the phone. The latter instructed him to wait for a while in the lobby of the main building, and a receptionist would come and lead him upstairs.
This kind of posture, I had never encountered it when I was in Severus.
Marven Ye walked all the way against the wind and snow, because the meeting time was set at 8:00 in the morning, and he saw many white-collar employees rushing to work on the road.
These people walked in a hurry, but their faces were relaxed. If they met acquaintances, they would raise their hands to say hello, and then leave in different directions.
Everything seems to be in order.
Marven Ye patted off the fine snow debris from his body outside the door, and then walked into the lobby of the main building.
As soon as he revealed his identity at the reception, a girl in uniform asked him to enter a corridor on the right. Marven Ye didn't say much, and after thanking her, he followed behind her and walked all the way to the elevator without looking sideways.
On the way, I occasionally met a few employees at work, and they were stunned when they saw his outfit, and then secretly glanced at him, guessing what the identity of this handsome guy was.
"Ding! Floor 37, here we are." The cold electronic female voice reminded.
The little girl in uniform stretched out her hand: "Sir, this way please."
Marven Ye: "Thank you."
As far as the eye can see, there are simple and atmospheric European-style decoration buildings, with gray and blue as the main colors, soft plush carpets under the feet, and soft lights sprinkled on the top of the head.
There are various oil paintings hanging on the walls on both sides, and Ye Wenxuan glanced at them casually, and vaguely recognized a few of them, which were actually from the hands of the "Later Three Heroes" of the European Renaissance.
I don't know if it's genuine.
So, if it is genuine, will it really not be stolen here
He thought in a chaotic way, and followed the girl down the corridor a few steps before stopping in front of a closed door at the end.
The girl in uniform stretched out her hand and gently pressed the doorbell. Before the bell rang, the intercom was connected, and a man's voice came from inside: "Which one."
The girl said sweetly, "Assistant Xu, Mr. Ye is here."
"OK, just a second."
After a few minutes, someone inside opened the door.
A man with glasses in a suit came out from the inside. When he saw him, his face was obviously startled. Marven Ye said consciously, "I'm Marven Ye, I'm here to report today."
The man with glasses immediately opened the door wider and asked him to come in: "Hello, I'm Xu Yan."
Marven Ye stepped into the room, but the little girl who led him over stood at the door and did not come in. Xu Yan closed the door again and locked him out.
"Mr. Ye, please come with me." Xu Yan walked in front of him and bowed slightly: "The boss is inside."
Marven Ye immediately said: "Okay, thank you."
The two stood in a place similar to the entrance. Xu Yan took out a shoe cover for him from the cabinet against the wall. Marven Ye took it and put it on his boots. Then he followed Xu Yan and walked through the other door at the end of the entrance. .
In all fairness, it really doesn't look like an office inside.
Xing Yuan's office seemed to have opened up most of the rooms on the 37th floor. He glanced up, but he didn't even see how big the office was. He only felt that he had walked into an unusually open space.
The gray-blue carpet stretched out in all directions under his feet, and at the end on the right was a row of floor-to-ceiling windows, half of which were covered by curtains at this time, splitting the huge room into two extremes of light and dark. From the other half, you can see the snowflakes fluttering and falling outside, and you can also overlook the scenery of the entire Xing Group's business park.
Throughout the room, there are also scattered arrangements of elegant artworks, each of which seems to be expensive.
The walls on the left and when they came are all wooden structures, because it is too far away to see if there are other decorations, but in terms of overall look and feel, it looks very pleasing to the eye, presumably from the hands of a certain designer.
Marven Ye looked at this incomparably luxurious office secretly. He looked up as he walked, and was shocked to find that a large number of visual screens were installed on the ceiling.
At this point, endless images of the universe and galaxies are playing on the screen.
The dazzling starlight and the graceful and gorgeous nebula, every detail is revealed, this experience is unprecedented, as if he looked up and saw the real universe, not some visual image synthesized by computer.
With an 8K ultra-high-definition resolution giant-screen TV, Marven Ye silently deduced the origin of this big guy on the ceiling.
He kept walking, and under the reflection of countless stars, he followed Xu Yan past countless priceless works of art, and walked towards the window in the northeast corner of the room.
There was just the right light, and there was a man sitting behind a huge desk, leaning back on the boss chair, casually looking at a magazine.
There was a cup of steaming coffee on the table, Marven Ye shrugged his nose, and could vaguely smell the mellow coffee mixed with a faint smell of alcohol, a bit like brandy.
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#####The following meeting scene can never happen #####
Marven Ye shouted affectionately: "Dad!"
Xing Yuan: "???"
Marven Ye: "Dad, do you still lack a son! It can jump, jump and discharge!"
Xing Yuan: "Assistant Xu, what position do you hold when you come to work today?"
Xu Yan: "Boss, this is a new photographer."
Marven Ye jumped up and down: "Dad~ just accept your son!"
Xing Yuan: "Whoever hired Jiubi, resigned!"