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Uncle Mai quickly put on a smiling face, bowed and said, "I'm sorry, both of you, I'm really sorry, your wontons will be here soon, right away. This Mr. Zhao is a regular customer of ours, and he's in a hurry to get to work, so let me eat first. The next one is two."
Sun Weiwei was worried about the interview, and now she heard it, she couldn't help but get even more angry: "Why? There must be someone who comes first, he is busy with work, and I am also busy with the interview! Why should he eat first?"
Uncle Mai just smiled wryly, and then kept apologizing, trying to appease the anger of the pretty female reporter.
Customers are gods. He doesn't dare to offend a small business like him, lest he smash his own brand, especially this customer is a reporter. If he gets "offended" by her, come here with something about hygiene or something. Negative reports, his small shop will have to close down.
Zhao Rui heard what Sun Weiwei said, so he smiled and pushed the bowl of wontons aside: "It is true that you should come first, then come first. If this is the case, then you should eat this bowl of wontons first."
Sun Weiwei looked at the wontons in the bowl, then at Zhao Rui, and couldn't help but widen her beautiful eyes, "Do you want me to eat your leftovers?"
"I'm so benevolent, you don't want to eat it yourself, no wonder me, let alone the boss, as for you, save your energy and think about how to interview." Zhao Rui said this, and brought the bowl back, and then if nothing Others began to gobble it up.
Sun Weiwei was robbed by Zhao Ruiyi, so angry that her little nose almost turned crooked, her cheeks bulged, and she didn't speak for a long time.
When Uncle Mai saw the situation, he couldn't help screaming bitterly, thinking how could Mr. Zhao add fuel to the fire? Isn't this killing him
He hurriedly tried his best to appease Sun Weiwei and the cameraman, and at the same time, he ordered his waiters to order the kitchen to quickly bring up the wontons.
Sun Weiwei glared at Zhao Rui angrily, her white forehead was covered with black lines, she was about to fight Zhao Rui to the end, when the alluring fragrance of wonton suddenly floated over, and it kept drilling into her nose.
She was so hungry that she couldn't bear it, so she started grunting loudly like thunder, which attracted the attention of the customers of the wonton shop.
Such an embarrassing sudden situation made Sun Weiwei's menacing momentum immediately vented, and her pink face turned slightly red.
She had no choice but to sit down awkwardly, holding the bowl of wontons with some gloom, and began to gorge on them, thinking of these wontons as Zhao Rui in her heart, and gnashed her teeth to eliminate them one by one.
Uncle Mai saw that a turmoil was resolved into nothing like this, he couldn't help but quietly heaved a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing.
He wandered around the wonton shop, greeted the customers, took another chance, came to Zhao Rui's side, and made friends with him.
"By the way, Mr. Zhao, a murder happened in Ziyun Garden, do you know?"
"I know. It happened downstairs where I live." Zhao Rui replied while eating wontons, "Now the downstairs is surrounded by policemen, and it is difficult to go out."
"Really? Teacher Zhao, did you hear anything last night? Or saw something?" Uncle Mai's eyes lit up, and he asked gossipingly.
Sun Weiwei didn't like Zhao Rui very much. She didn't want to talk to him at first, but now that she heard that the murder happened in the downstairs of Zhao Rui's residence, she felt hopeful again. She still buried her head and ate wontons , but the two crystal-like ears stood up, not letting go of any information.
The camera next to Sun Weiwei cast a somewhat astonished look at Zhao Rui, hoping that he could reveal some valuable clues.
"No, I was too tired yesterday and slept very deeply. I didn't hear anything." Zhao Rui smiled and said perfunctorily.
The little hope that had just risen in Sun Weiwei's heart immediately burst like a bubble.
At the moment of disappointment, Uncle Mai suddenly smiled mysteriously, and said in a low voice: "But, I heard some rumors!"
"Rumor? What rumor?" Sun Weiwei's mood was like a roller coaster, with ups and downs, she couldn't help it anymore, and hurriedly asked.
Uncle Mai glanced at her, chuckled, lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "I heard someone say it! Last night, apart from a few people who had already died, there seemed to be a mysterious person wearing a silver mask who appeared at the scene Yes. And I also heard that the silver-masked man was the last to leave the crime scene."
"Who did you hear that from?" Zhao Rui was a little surprised. He didn't expect his actions last night to be discovered.
"Old Qiao is also a resident of Ziyun Garden, the one who works in water conservancy. He said this when he came to my place to eat wontons this morning. However, he got up a bit late, and he only vaguely saw a silver-masked man. , flashed by from a distance, but I don’t know what he did, by the way, Old Qiao shouldn’t live very far from you, Mr. Zhao, do you know him?”
"I don't know." Zhao Rui was relieved, and said lightly, since he didn't see the specific battle process, it doesn't matter, who can be sure that what Old Qiao said is the truth? What if I read it wrong? Getting up from bed in the middle of the night, it's normal to look away.
However, Sun Weiwei, who was sitting on the left side of Zhao Rui, showed an expression of interest.
Although she also felt that this rumor might not be very reliable, it was much better to have clues than to have no clues.
"Silver Mask..."
Sun Weiwei muttered to herself, wrote down the name, and secretly made up her mind that if there really was such a person, she must dig out his identity.
Her voice was very low, but Zhao Rui could still hear it clearly.
Seeing Sun Weiwei's seriousness, Zhao Rui felt a little amused, but he didn't care much.
Because, no matter how the intern reporter investigates, it is basically impossible to dig out his real identity. When I was in Dong'an, I searched the whole city with black and white, but I couldn't find out his identity. find out.
New York, USA, top of the Empire State Building.
Heller, the president of Denshin Corporation, was sitting in the spacious president's office, drinking whiskey while looking at the vast sea of clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, in a very good mood.
He likes to have a drink after work to relieve the accumulated stress of the day, which is good for the body and mind.
There was not much wine left in the glass, and he was going to go home from get off work after finishing his drink.
At this moment, his BlackBerry suddenly issued an alert, reminding him that an extremely important encrypted email had arrived.
Heller frowned slightly, it was really not a pleasant thing to be disturbed in such a leisurely time.
However, he quickly adjusted his mood, suppressed his unhappiness, took out his phone, and prepared to check his email.
As the president of Denshin, work always comes first.
The email was opened, and Heller read the contents of the email carefully and quickly. The expression on his face was first shocked, then disappointed, then angry, and finally completely expressionless.
He read the email word by word twice, and after making sure that he read it correctly, he opened the secret compartment on the desk and pressed a red button.
After a while, the wall on the left side of the president's office was cut open silently, and Peter, the chief engineer of Dian Shen's Warhammer Project, walked out from the inside.
"Heller, what do you want from me? I'm busy!" Peter raised his glasses on the bridge of his nose and complained with some dissatisfaction.
Although Heller, the president of Electric God Company, is an object of respect and fear in the eyes of most people, Peter, the chief engineer of the Warhammer Project and the absolute genius of biological weapons, does not feel this way.
In fact, it was Heller, who had a high position and authority, who had more respect for Peter.
However, Peter soon discovered that something was wrong with Heller's expression today, so he lowered his volume and asked tentatively, "Heller, what happened?"
"I just received a piece of information from the company's internal intelligence department." Heller said in a solemn voice, "The fifth-level genetic fighter we sent was killed while performing a mission."
Peter was stunned for a moment, with a look of shock on his face, and after a while, he yelled in disbelief: "Ah? No way! Those are thousands of technicians in our department. It took ten years and countless sums of money to successfully prepare a fifth-level genetic warrior! How could it be so easily killed! During this time, we sent another fifth-level genetic warrior to Afghanistan. Conducting secret warfare tests, in a very short period of time, he has destroyed ten Al Qaeda branches, killed more than 300 terrorists, captured thousands of people, and destroyed more than 20 tanks and various military vehicles! How could such a powerful combat force be killed by someone inexplicably! My God, this is really a hell!"