The garbage bag fell to the ground, Marven Ye grabbed the man's arm and didn't let anyone fall down.
A few minutes later, a Chinese employee walked back to the clubhouse through the iron gate, silently took a cold meal platter handed over by a chef, and followed another white guy who was carrying the plate out of the clubhouse kitchen.
The chef who handed the plate to him touched his chin: "Strange, I just went out to take out the trash. Did that boy Li suddenly grow taller?"
"Is there? I didn't notice." Another chef was carving a broccoli, not very interested in this topic.
In fact, in their eyes, these Asian races look too similar, if there is not enough time together, tall white people with deep facial features really can't tell the difference in their appearance.
On the other side, Marven Ye hung behind a few white guys who were serving dishes, pretending to be a waiter and turning into the staff-only stairwell.
In order to prevent the waiters from bumping into the guests, the elevator in front of this clubhouse is not allowed to be used by the waiters.
Stepping on the soft carpet, Marven Ye observed left and right, and found that only dim wall lamps were turned on in the aisle, as if to create an ambiguous and sentimental atmosphere. reveal identity.
He didn't dare to open his mouth to speak, so he just lowered his head. Probably the original owner he played was also like this. The first few people walked and chatted and ignored him.
This was exactly what Marven Ye wanted, he followed behind these people, eavesdropping on their conversation while lifting his feet upstairs.
"Ada, is there any good stuff behind the door tonight?" asked a nice-looking waiter.
"How do I know, I don't dare to go downstairs often." The man named Ada slapped him: "Want to gamble again? Do you have enough money?"
The person next to him laughed softly: "Lin, you lost your entire family last time, haven't you learned your lesson yet?"
Lynn said unwillingly: "It was an accident that time. The guy looked tall and strong. Who knew that he would be paralyzed after being beaten twice!"
The group went up to the third floor, and some of them entered the two boxes on the left. Marven Ye's plate was to be brought to the innermost room, he walked slowly, and heard Ada warn Lin En in a low voice: "Be honest today. , don't go down. I heard that a distinguished guest has packed up the whole place behind the door today, so be careful if you go down, you won't come back."
After that, I couldn't hear how Lin En answered. The two turned into one of the rooms on the right. Marven Ye didn't dare to stay in the corridor with surveillance cameras, so he could only keep walking forward, thinking "behind the door" What the hell, while looking for the correct box according to the house number in the cold meal platter.
Number 318 is on the inside.
Seeing the four muscular black suits standing outside the innermost door, Marven Ye felt that it might be a little troublesome. The few private rooms he passed by before did not have this battle, so it was obvious that the people inside were not low-level.
I hope there are no club executives in it, otherwise it will be miserable to be discovered.
He bravely walked to the door, and before he touched the door, the tall black man standing next to him stopped him first.
"What are you doing?"
Marven Ye cleared his throat: "The gentleman inside ordered a cold meal platter."
Another white bodyguard looked him up and down, touched his earphones and whispered, and nodded to the others after a while, then said, "Go in, and come out after you've delivered your things."
Marven Ye responded, with four searchlight-like gazes, holding a plate in one hand and pushing the door with the other.
He pushed the door open with some strength, and then lowered his head. After entering the door, he didn't look around, but walked beside the two people sitting in the room.
"You'd better check it sooner, as time goes by, I'm afraid things will change again."
"Hehe, don't worry."
The people inside were talking, and when they saw him coming in, they fell silent, just staring at the waiter who gently placed the plate on the coffee table.
The man in the single sofa greeted him: "Don't go." Then he turned his head and asked the person next to him: "I have a few bottles of good wine hidden here, you rarely come here, how about a taste?"
"No." The person on the sofa next door said lazily, "Is there any tea?"
I didn't listen carefully when I came in just now, but when the man spoke, Marven Ye immediately moved in his heart.
"Oh, please forgive me!" the white man exclaimed exaggeratedly: "My husband, come to my place and you want to drink tea? Please, if this is heard by others, they will definitely laugh off their big teeth, and even more In turn, scolded me for Wilson's poor hospitality."
The other person seemed to snort: "Then try your wine."
Marven Ye stood by the wall with his head lowered, and out of the corner of his eyes saw the two people talking, one was a tall white man with blond hair and brown eyes, and the other was an Asian youth with black hair and blue eyes. The two of them seemed to have known each other for a long time and chatted. Come very casually.
It was indeed Xing Yuan sitting on the sofa.
Marven Ye didn't know if he was lucky or not. He found the mission goal without much effort. He tried his best to suppress his sense of existence. Hearing that Wilson told him to go out to get the wine, he knew that he couldn't stay inside all the time. Not reluctant to back out.
Xing Yuan didn't recognize him who took off his glasses, which was fine.
Marven Ye didn't know where Wilson's wine collection was, so he had to stop a waitress in the hallway who was dressed like himself, and pretended to be familiar with the floor to say hello: "Hi, Mr. Wilson asked me to pick him up. but I've only been here for a few days, can you help me?"
The man looked at him, immediately looked at his work card, and said vigilantly: "I haven't seen you, where is the boss, why did he tell you to go get the wine?"
It turned out that Wilson was the boss here, Marven Ye wrote it down in his heart, reported the room number, and then said, "I used to help in the kitchen before, and they didn't have enough manpower, so they asked me to help deliver the dishes, and when I came out, I was ordered to get the wine." He made a look of grievance: "I was in the back kitchen carving radish flowers, and I don't know if I was thrown away..."
There have indeed been a few times where the back kitchen helped the cook to carry the dishes, and the woman looked more relaxed: "Okay, since you are helping the boss to get the wine, then I will go and tell Hannah, you go back to the back kitchen first, the boss is there. Hannah will take charge."
Marven Ye actually wanted to go back, but there was no reason now, so he could only say honestly: "Oh."
He waited for the waitress to turn around and leave, and he slowly went downstairs. He knocked lightly on the door of a room that read "Staff Lounge", but no one responded.
He put the work card on his chest on the sensor beside the door, and after a beep, the door opened.
Marven Ye looked left and right, entered the room and locked the door with his backhand. He pulled out some cosmetics that the waitress had put on the table, picked them up, found a few that could be used, and began to apply them on his face.
It was the first time he did such a sneaky thing, and he was still afraid of being recognized for his original appearance, so it was safer to change his face and work again.
When he received special training in the special affairs department, a teacher made a special trip to teach how to make up and disguise. Marven Ye learned very hard because of curiosity.
It's just that he doesn't transform well, and he can't do the skill of turning into another person as soon as he turns around.
He put down his eyebrow pencil and powder puff, and took a closer look at his face in front of the vanity mirror. The man in the mirror had deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and a ghastly white face. There was also a large patch of freckles.
At first glance, this is the face of an unattractive European.
Marven Ye was quite satisfied, he straightened up, listened to the door for a while, and then slowly opened the door after confirming that there were no footsteps. Instead of going to the kitchen, he turned around and walked into the hall on the first floor.
He wanted to find another opportunity to try if he could re-enter Xing Yuan's box.
There is a public area in the lobby on the first floor of the Red Rose Club. It is quite large. There are dozens of tables, chairs and sofas scattered in twos and threes. The tables are far away from each other. Separated, people would sit behind the drapery and chat quietly at the table without interfering with each other.
The light in this place was very dark, and the only light source was on the stage in the middle. When Marven Ye touched in, there were a few blondes on the stage, slowly swaying their bodies to the rhythm of the blues.
He didn't look at it much, and in the darkness, he shuttled between the curtains lightly until he walked to the bar on the side of the stage.
"Sir, two glasses of Manhattan, the gentlemen on the third floor want."
The bartender glanced at him, said nothing, turned sideways and started bartending.
Marven Ye knew that he was looking at his job card just now.
He put one hand on the bar, and out of the corner of his eye, he observed the whispering crowd around him.
They were talking quietly, the little noisy conversation was sometimes drowned out by soft music, Marven Ye couldn't really hear it, and couldn't see the faces of the people behind the curtain.
But at the same time, his face standing here is also indistinct.
It seems to be designed as an open bar, but in fact it still pays great attention to the privacy of guests.
"Two cups of Manhattan, take it."
Marven Ye instantly recovered, he thanked vaguely, put two glasses of cocktails on the tray, and then turned around and left here calmly.
With the props, it is better to go upstairs to find the task target.
As he went back the same way, he quickly thought in his mind, what is the purpose of Xing Yuan's coming here
He didn't bring an assistant, only a bodyguard, it was not because of work, but because of personal affairs.
Ye Wenxuan, the head of the Red Rose Club, has never heard of it. This is normal. He didn't like to go to such high-level clubs for consumption when he was working before. take a seat at the cafe.
Marven Ye couldn't tell what kind of club the Red Rose was for the time being, but felt that it wasn't as noisy as an ordinary entertainment venue, and the security was loose on the outside and tight on the inside.
Why did Xing Yuan come here at night, is it just to meet friends, or is there something else tricky
This is the question he most wants to know now, but Marven Ye also understands that he may not gain anything tonight.
Marven Ye brushed past several waiters with a tray in hand, and recognized that two of them were Aida and Lin En just now. It seemed that this group of people had just finished their dishes, and they went downstairs and whispered.
They met Marven Ye in the stairwell, and the latter made his face unattractive. These few people did not realize that Marven Ye was an Asian young man who had gone upstairs with them before.
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#####Red Rose Wonderful Night######
Marven Ye didn't find Xing Yuan right away, so he chose to bring the plate several times.
Marven Ye knocked on the door of 305 with a plate: "Sir, the carrot you want."
Inside, a bunny girl is holding a whip and a handsome uncle.
Marven Ye: "… "
Muscular bunny girl: "Put it on the table."
Marven Ye: I'm afraid it's not because the skirt is bigger than him.
5 minutes later.
Marven Ye knocked on the door of 308: "Sir, the sapphire crown you want has arrived."
Inside, a man wearing a red velvet cape and holding a scepter was sitting on the sofa, next to a group of waiters standing in a row, wearing a cape and looking solemn.
The man with the scepter said solemnly, "Aiqing, quickly put this crown that symbolizes power on me!"
Marven Ye: "… "
5 minutes later.
Marven Ye gritted his teeth and knocked on the door of 310: "Sir, your Bloody Mary."
As soon as the door opened, there was no one inside.
Marven Ye: "Hello, is there anyone?"
No one spoke.
Marven Ye turned on the light, and was stunned by a coffin in the middle.
Suddenly someone in the coffin said, "Turn off the light... I will... be burned to death by the light... "
Marven Ye: "… "
He said blankly, "Your Bloody Mary."
Inside the coffin: "Okay...please put next to the coffin...my bats will help me..."
Marven Ye slammed the door and replied to him in his heart: Damn mental retardation.
Then he began to think about a question: Xing Yuan came to this club, I'm afraid he has a mental illness, right
[Again, the small theater has nothing to do with the main text, please don't substitute it hahahaha]