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After the contract was signed, the seller and the agent left.
After closing the door, Zhang Mu opened all the canvas, took pictures with his mobile phone, and searched for the purpose of the machine he had never seen before.
After checking everything, although some equipment is outdated, there is no problem in processing mold accessories, at most the speed is a little slow.
Zhang Mu doesn't need to be fast either.
Having a rough idea in mind, he immediately searched online for video tutorials on how to use the machine.
After watching, he used a cart to pull the materials piled up in the corner of the workshop and started practicing.
……
Suzhou City, Municipal Building.
After a busy morning, Yue Ruo, Zhao Qi, Ye Ming and Lin Miao went to the cafeteria on the third floor and had lunch around a four-seater table.
"Hey." Yue Ruo nudged Zhao Qi beside her with her elbow, "Did someone from Lundun call you last night?
I saw the director drag you into his office early this morning and scold you for a long time."
He gnawed on a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs: "I just didn't react."
Hearing his uncomfortable tone, Lin Miao asked curiously, "When I signed the confidentiality order, I didn't see any clause restricting phone calls?"
"Haha..." Yue Ruo laughed, "You and Ye Ming have only been employed by the Bureau of Special Investigations for a short time, so you don't know.
This is what happened. A few years ago, Zhao Qi and I went to Yingguo for exchange and study, and met a few friends there who had similar functions to ours.
I've never seen a real abnormal incident before, so it's okay to call and chat occasionally."
Ye Ming suddenly realized and swallowed the food in his mouth: "I thought so. I could hear the director's voice downstairs this morning."
"What did he say to you?" Lin Miao, who was full, put the bamboo chopsticks on the plate.
“Just complain about work.
Before the Asahi-sensei showed up, the Abnormal Investigation Bureau sounded impressive, but in reality, it is not even as good as a street police station."
"Oh, right." Zhao Qi put down the bowl and scratched his face. "Ryan told me that a video was circulated there some time ago. It seemed to be something like, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"
"Movie?"
"It's not a movie. I've seen that one." Ye Ming took out his cell phone from his pocket. "An old man dressed as a magician is in front of everyone.
At King's Cross Station, where the movie was filmed, I went into the wall at nine and three quarters."
"what?"
Yue Ruo was a little surprised. She stopped drinking the soup and threw the spoon into the bowl. She took the phone and watched the video with Zhao Qi who leaned over.
After watching it, she wondered to herself, "Is this a fake video created by software?"
"If I had seen Xuxian in person, I would definitely think it was a fake video." Ye Ming crossed his arms over his chest, "But...
It’s hard to say now.”
"That's unlikely." Lin Miao was skeptical.
"It's just a novel written by an author, right?"
"Perhaps the author, like Liu Yuxi who wrote "Praise of the Humble House", has seen a magician?"
"Do you want to report it?" Yue Ruo returned the phone to him.
“The report was submitted a long time ago.”
Ye Ming put his phone back into his pocket: "Director's suggestion is to deal with Xu Xianren first. As for the video, you can ask Xu Xianren about it next time you meet him."
The director had no choice but to make this decision.
First of all, the location in the video is abroad, and if they really want to investigate, it will be very inconvenient to mobilize personnel.
What's more, the Bureau of Special Investigations is currently expanding and there is no room for manpower.
After all, the immortals on our side haven't figured out what's going on yet.
"This is the only way." Zhao Qi stood up, "Let's get busy."
Turning to walk towards the cafeteria door, his cell phone suddenly rang. He took it out and saw it was Ryan.
Yue Ruo, who was a few steps behind, took a look and said with a smile, "Go and see what he wants."
"Go away." After cursing in dissatisfaction, Zhao Qi did not hang up the phone. He let the phone ring by itself and rushed to the office.
……
Yingguo Lunsuo, a top-floor office in an office building.
Sitting at his workstation, Ryan placed his phone on the table in confusion: "Toby, Zhao didn't answer my call."
Toby, who was slacking off in the next seat, poked his head out from the seat partition: "Maybe he's busy working."
“Come on, what can they do?
At most, like us, we can go to the streets to see beautiful girls and taste delicious fried chicken wings. "
"Fried chicken wings are not the favorite food of Chinese people. They prefer some very strange snacks, such as deep-fried stinky tofu."
Ryan scrambled his feet on the ground and moved his chair to his side: "You've been there... why are you still studying this video?"
Seeing the video that was circulated on major portals some time ago displayed on Toby's computer, he was a little speechless: "This is fake."
"But I do..." Toby tapped his index finger on the armrest of the chair, "I can't find any flaws."
"If you're really curious," Ryan shrugged, "go ask the eyewitnesses who were at the scene. Maybe they have evidence."
"Good idea!" Toby jumped up, pulled his coat on the back of the chair, and hurried to the glass door of the office.
"Hey, I was just kidding." Ryan hurriedly got up and chased after him.
Chapter 117 Interview Letter
Twenty-five-year-old Leon has been having a rough time lately.
It wasn't a setback at McDonald's, or an argument with parents or friends, or the bad luck of stepping in dog poop when going out.
But the interview letter that I was worried about never came.
Today, he and his colleagues took a day off because they were in a bad mood because they still hadn't received the interview letter after a new day.
It's already afternoon, but I'm still curled up in my thin quilt, unwilling to get up.
"Leon, it's time to get up." Claysi, who shared the apartment, knocked on the door. "It's such great weather, why don't you go out and have a chance encounter with a beautiful girl?"
Grabbing his phone and pulling back the quilt, he opened the door with his slippers clacking: "Damn it, why aren't you worried about the interview letter at all?"
"Hahaha." Clessie put her hands on her hips and laughed as she changed into a shirt and jeans and prepared to go out. "When have I ever been lucky?"
"There is definitely no place for me in the magic academy."
Although he looked open-minded, Leon knew that he did not care at all.
These days, in his rented apartment, Lyon often saw him frantically tapping his phone screen and swearing at people who laughed at the videos he posted.
He also noticed that Clessie would go out every day after get off work.
After asking out of curiosity, I learned that my friend went to the wall on the King's Cross platform.
The reason was that he was worried that the magician didn't know his address, so the interview letter could not be mailed.
Leon was much calmer about this, thinking that it would be easy for the magician to find him.
Moreover, he never argues with netizens who question the content of the video.
In the chat room set up by eyewitnesses who were present at the time, people often spoke up and asked everyone not to argue with those who commented on the video.
He thought that Mr. Magician would be disappointed if he found out how rude they were.
Then it is even less likely that the interview letter will be sent.
"Don't be too pessimistic, Claire." Leon patted his shoulder, "Maybe it's because you've had so many bad lucks that your good luck will come soon."
"咚咚-"
Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the entrance door.
They looked at each other, feeling somewhat confused.
This apartment is located in the suburbs of London. Not only is it old, it is also far away from the city center.
On weekdays, their friends and colleagues never come over to visit.
Maybe they will come in the future, but no one has come in the three years since we rented the apartment.
I opened the door with a strange feeling in my heart, and saw two strangers in black suits standing in the aisle.
"You are?"
"CIA." Toby showed his ID and mentioned the agency his department was affiliated with.
Leon had heard of this name before, and he opened his mouth in astonishment: "CIA? Looking for me?"
"Yes." Toby glanced at the living room through the half-open door. "Would it be convenient for you to come in and talk?"
"Uh, of course." He stepped aside and waited for them to enter the house one after another and close the door.
Standing in the living room, Clessie was a little nervous: "Sir, he and I have never violated the law."
"That's right." Toby, who had already looked up all the information about the two, smiled gently and tried to calm his growing agitation.
"The purpose of looking for you is related to the video released by Mr. Clacy."
"That's my freedom!" Clacy loudly defended himself after mistakenly thinking that posting the video was illegal.
"Yes, this is indeed your freedom." Ryan took a step forward, his face serious, "Now, can you listen to me obediently?"
Before joining the CIA's lower department, he was a street patrol officer and had extensive experience in interrogations.
He knew that gentle words would be useless when facing Clessie who was a little out of his mind, and he had to use his power to intimidate him.
The effect was very good, and Clay calmed down immediately.
Seeing this, Toby looked at Leon: “Regarding that video, are you sure it’s not fake?
Also, is there any evidence?"