Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Poor Xiaofengjian has passed the working day of nine to five overtime.

Most of the colleagues around him have entered the current camp. Even the new girl I heard before has found a boyfriend. Only him... Only he is still alone and sitting lonely at the desk to work overtime. .

There is nowhere to tell the depression in my heart, nor can I tell anyone about the pressure of work.

However, Kazami Yu also felt that he was considered very good, because the two bosses who were in contact with him were more difficult than him.

Kazami Hiroshi also sometimes thinks from the perspective of Mr. Noriya or Mr. Asano, but no matter how he guesses it, it seems that he can't really experience their true feelings.

When you have to abandon your past life and accept and integrate into a new collective, all your social, friends, and family members are your enemies; when all seemingly well-meaning dialogues are actually approaching with malicious intent; When you have done all the things that you have scorned in the past; when you find that you and the person you hate are in fact just different positions, can you still insist that your heart has not changed?

So, the undercover agents are really very, very great people!

As I thought about it, Mr. Asano's name suddenly appeared in front of Yuya Kazami.

He rubbed his eyes, once suspected that he had an illusion.

However, those four words were still lying quietly on the computer screen, behind his mailbox.

Mr. Asano sent him an email.

Kazami Yu also straightened his attitude immediately and opened the e-mail seriously.

The content of the e-mail is very simple, with only one sentence: [Investigate Mezcal, I need all his information. 】

Several question marks popped out of Yuya Kazami's head. He tossed over the email several times and made sure that the sender was indeed Asano Nobuhiro and not Noriya.

But why did Mr. Asano investigate himself?

...

After the steward led Xinfan to the entrance of the study, he stopped. He knocked on the door, and then signaled to Xinfan that he could enter.

The solid wood door of the study was not locked, and it opened with a light push. There was a damp and decadent smell that was completely different from the smell of gold and coffee on the outside.

Xinfan raised his foot and stepped in, and the butler immediately closed the door for him "intimately".

The study is so big that one pair of eyes can't fit it.

The first entry is a huge floor-to-ceiling window of 180 degrees, but most of the place is covered by thick curtains. Opposite the window is a front bookcase that soars into the ceiling.

The height of the study is not as high as the Kudo's, but it is more spacious. There are so many books in the collection that people like Xinfan who still love to read can't finish them in a lifetime.

So Xinfan couldn't find the location of the villa owner for a long time after entering the door.

Until someone speaks first: "You are Mezcal, right?"

Xin Fan was stunned.

Because this voice was not the old voice he imagined, on the contrary it was very young, and it seemed to come from a teenager in his twenties.

Xinfan followed the prestige, and saw a figure sitting on the sofa with his back facing him, seeming to be smoking a hookah.

"It's me." Xinfan replied, "So what do you want me to do?"

The man didn't answer his question, but laughed loudly: "I think your organization is really interesting. One day it will be finished!"

Xin Fan frowned slightly.

There is nothing to curse the organization in front of his high-level members. It's not that no one has done it before, it's just that there are no people alive. But the problem is that the other person's attitude seems very ordinary, and he doesn't think it is anything at all.

Who gave him the confidence?

The figure sitting on the sofa slowly stood up, turned around, and showed his face to Xinfan.

As Xinfan had guessed before, it was a very young face, surprisingly young.

He has twenty, no, is he really an adult?

Compared with Xinfan, the appearance of the boy in front of him is more in line with the public's aesthetics. His face is exquisite and beautiful, his body is tall and fit, and his clear eyes are glazed like glass.

He is wearing a beige suit with very exquisite workmanship and a diamond jewelry on the neckline. The temperament of the whole body is gentle and noble, just like a noble boy of the 16th century who emerged from an oil painting.

Xinfan thought, if he was a female, he would probably have a motherly love for him.

But he is Mezcal after all, so even if he is admiring the opponent's appearance and temperament in his heart, he is still serious and cold on the surface.

The boy smiled at him, and then said: "When we first met, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Takeda Luo, you may have heard this name."

Takeda Luo.

The name is indeed familiar, but it has nothing to do with the organization.

Xin Fan remembered that he had seen "Take Tian Luo" in the newspapers. He was the only heir to the Takeda Foundation. He heard that he had just graduated from university this year, and that was... 22 years old.

Although the Takeda consortium is not as powerful as the Suzuki consortium, it still holds a pivotal position in the Japanese business community. In particular, this heir named Takeda Luo, heard that he obtained a double degree from a prestigious American school at a young age, and decided to return to China this year to gradually take over family affairs.

Unexpectedly, such a huge consortium would have such in-depth cooperation with the organization.

However, Xinfan still has doubts and has not solved it. He remembered what Gin said to him at the time that someone wanted to see him. Shinshige had taken that person for granted as the master of the housekeeper, but now it seems that it is not the case.

"Then, Mr. Takeda Luo, what the **** are you asking me for?" Xinfan repeated his question again.

The man raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "It's nothing, just want to see what Mezcal looks like."

"So are you satisfied now?"

"Satisfied~www.readwn.com~ Takeda Luo walked to Shinhana, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to him, "Welcome to contact me at any time, in fact, I am quite curious about you. "

Xin Fan did not answer.

Takeda Luo didn't mind, he took the business card back naturally, as if nothing happened.

"You don't need to be so wary of me." Takeda Luo smiled gently, "I think we will meet again soon, then..."

"You are Mr. Yukuji Takeda." Nobuhira suddenly interrupted him.

Takeda Luo was stunned: "Yukiji Takeda is my grandfather. He passed away many years ago."

Xinfan nodded and said, "That's it, I've never heard of it before."

After that, he glanced at the time on the phone, and then said goodbye on the grounds that he had other things next.

This trip was not a loss. Not only did he know that the Takeda family and the organization had a dark transaction, he also learned more important things, and discovered that an artificial intelligence not only was not destroyed, but it was very likely to stick to him.