2101, April 29, Longjun, Kaifeng.
This place was called Bianliang in ancient times. It is located in central China, leaning on the Yellow River to the north. It was the ancient capital of seven dynasties.
However, to the empire, things like culture, history, and beliefs are worthless. In their eyes, this place is just a territory. Some nobles can be enfeoffed to live here, and a governor can be arranged to manage it. It should be developed. The development of resources and the pacification of resistance that should be quelled are no different from other cities on this planet.
On this day, in the most prosperous center of the city, two men were walking side by side on a lively street. One is an Asian young man with a fair face, and the other is a well-dressed European man.
The European man looks very ordinary, with an easy-going expression, and his short brown hair is slightly curly, but he takes care of it well and seems to have used a lot of hair wax. His suit is pressed to a crisp, and his pen, watch, sunglasses, tie, and leather shoes are all brand-name goods at a glance. The only thing that was incompatible with this look was that he was carrying a huge suitcase.
The consultant walking next to him was dressed casually in jeans and a hooded sports top. He didn't want to be targeted by pickpockets and cause trouble.
"I still don't think this is a good idea," the accountant told the consultant.
The consultant replied as he walked: "We are all here, it would be too late to retreat."
"How about you go in alone?" the accountant asked.
The consultant replied: "No way, one person can't do this job." He was not nervous at all.
The accountant sighed: "Hey... the boss lets people like us who do copywriting work do such a dangerous thing."
"There is no way. We are short of manpower at this stage. Everyone has irreplaceable work to do, and time is very tight." The consultant said.
The accountant turned to look at him: "Short of manpower... Man, when we left the bookstore, the boss himself was sitting behind the desk drinking coffee."
"You have said that he is the boss, that is the leader. The leader's normal daily work is to sit in the office and make a cup of tea, read the newspaper, surf the Internet, smoke a cigarette, have lunch, take a nap, and wake up. He disappeared mysteriously." The consultant said: "And those of us who are doing things have to go to the lair of Steel Commandment to go through life and death, and we may never return, so... this is how the world works, and everything is normal."
The accountant laughed dryly. His Chinese was mediocre and his sarcastic remarks were not very clear. He raised his head and changed the subject forward: "Is it that building?"
The consultant said: "Yes, in a forty-three-story civil office building, more than half of the floors are filled with shell companies. The people who go in and out of those floors every day pretending to work are Steel Commandment people, and the remaining dozen or so floors are all filled with empty shell companies." It is rented to the outside world to hide from others. On the surface, it is no different from the office buildings you see in big cities. In fact, the internal security measures are no worse than those of local 'government' agencies."
"Well... there is a question." The accountant looked at the corridor.
"What?"
"I counted, and that building has forty-four floors."
The consultant glanced at him, stretched out his hand, and turned his palm several times in front of him: "I have a few lines on my hand."
"Not counting palm prints, just talking about those lines, there are 17 deep and obvious ones visible to the naked eye, and 29 shallow, short, thin and dense ones." The accountant answered after a second.
"I didn't believe it at first. You really deserve your reputation." The consultant suddenly asked: "How many hairs do I have?"
"Can't see clearly."
"How many stars are there in the sky?"
"It depends on the area where I am, the position of the earth and the sun, the conditions of the atmosphere, etc. Each factor will affect the number of stars that can be seen with the naked eye at night."
"Can you count the sand?"
"For the same reason, things that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye in specific quantities cannot be counted. Things that are not hierarchical in a visual plane cannot be counted. There is another grain buried under one grain of sand, as well as "liquid" and your The hair is like that.”
"Oh..." The consultant suddenly changed the question: "What is the binary value of 32468549847?"
"11110001111010001101100000011010111" The accountant reported this long series of numbers almost without thinking.
"Actually, even if you report a bunch of numbers blindly, I still have to check it for a while." The consultant said.
The accountant sighed; "It's a very simple thing for me, but I think it's better to stop here. I suffered a lot when I was young because of this talent."
"The 'government' locked you in a room and tested you on similar questions all day and night?" the consultant asked.
"Huh... don't mention it. You know, Jews can survive anything." The accountant replied.
At this time, the two of them had already reached the door of the building and walked in without stopping. Their expressions were as if they were walking into a convenience store. They were no different from people who come here to work every day. They looked like they came here often.
Almost no one knows the appearance of the consultants, and the accountants have always kept a low profile. It stands to reason that with their acting skills and IQs, it would not be difficult to sneak into an ordinary office building. But this is not an ordinary office building, but the secret of Steel Commandments The facilities, even the HL in Kaifeng, cannot be said to be impeccable, but the security and confidentiality work can be considered to be at least impressive.
As soon as they entered the lobby of the building, the facial contours of the consultants and accountants were captured and analyzed by the surveillance camera. A warning light immediately lit up on the computer screen in the control room. Of course, this was not a high-level warning, but a regular reminder. There have never been any access records for these two faces in the previous database. Looking at their appearance, the security guard obviously didn't look like they were here to deliver express delivery or takeout, so he picked up the walkie-talkie, called his colleagues in the lobby, and came forward to ask.
"Two gentlemen, yes, it's you, please stay." A security guard stopped them politely and walked towards them.
The acting skills of the consultant and the accountant are simply superb, and their expressions of confusion and a hint of uneasiness are just right.
The consultant took advantage of the situation and said: "Hey, this brother, you came just in time. I just wanted to find someone to ask. What floor is the advertising company called 'Blinding You' on?"
The security guard looked the two of them up and down: "Who are you two gentlemen here?"
The consultant said: "Oh, this Mr. Dehwamon Shreta is their client, and I am his accompanying translator. I came to discuss cooperation today."
The security guard sounded a little confused and asked, "Wait... what did you say his name was?"
"Dehvamon Shreta," the consultant repeated, adding, "Hi... a bad name for a country bumpkin from Eastern Europe, Hebrew."
The security guard said, "Oh..." and then said, "What's in this box?" He looked at the accountant's suitcase and stretched his hand forward slightly.
The accountant immediately told the security guard "&%&) * (&@... *￥... &%#" in a bird language that he couldn't understand. His arm carrying the box also "subconsciously "The ground was placed behind him.
Immediately, a strange note came out of the consultant's mouth that was obviously from the same language family as the accountant. He turned back to the security guard and said, "Well... what he means is that the sample cannot be moved around, and he has to be in a hurry."
The security guard looked suspicious and asked, "What sample?"
The consultant's ability to make irresponsible remarks was very strong. He almost blurted out: "**."
As soon as these words came out, even the accountant's facial muscles twitched slightly.
When the security guard heard this, his expression became stern, "This..." In his heart, he had actually given up on unpacking and checking. After hesitating for a few seconds, he stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction: "That elevator, that company." On the fourteenth floor.”
So, the two of them successfully fished in troubled waters and walked in.
As soon as they entered the elevator, the security guard used the intercom to say to his colleagues in the control room: "They seem to be clients of an advertising company. Keep an eye on them to see if they have gone to the fourteenth floor." When he put down the intercom, He had already reached the front desk in the lobby and said to the receptionist: "Hel me pick up the front desk of the advertising company on the fourteenth floor."
The call was connected quickly, and the security guard said: "Hello, I'm Captain Wang in the lobby. I'm sorry, but may I ask if you have an appointment with a foreign customer to come to negotiate today?"