The Goddess Shines on America

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It was late at night.

Foster Architects is still working overtime, and the night view of London outside the window cannot attract anyone's attention at all, because too many projects are waiting for all architects to participate. As the world's top and best architectural design institute in the UK, Foster has always had an uncountable number of orders.

"No, no, the cantilever structure should be used here, otherwise the stability of the entire building will not be guaranteed..."

"In fact, the old technology of reinforced concrete can be used here. After all, we have to lay tiles outside..."

"Director, the customer's evaluation has been received, and is it for you to check?"

More than just an office, so many employees are busy all the time. Each table is filled with piles of materials. Just take out a pile of countless design drafts. It can be more obvious when standing. If a shorter person happens to sit behind a certain pile of drafts, it’s easy Will be overwhelmed by this amazing amount of data.

"Where is the triangle ruler?"

Remus Byrne suddenly looked up: "Kenneth, who took my triangle ruler?"

"Triangular ruler?" Kenneth raised his head from the corner, and Wang Jian, Remus-Bornzheng and Benny-Teprand drew the structure diagram: "I don't know~"

"Damn, nonsense!"

Remus grinned and complained: "Benny, help me click on the structure diagram, and I will find a ruler. Without that thing to help, our water supply system has to be connected to the toilet next door!"

It was too late, and Remus had already started walking in the office in strides. He had to look around at every table, and he didn't forget to ask his colleague at the table.

"Where is my triangle?"

"Oh **** it, who saw my triangle ruler?"

It's a pity that I couldn't find a ruler after searching around, but urine came up. Remus grinned again, then shouted loudly: "Benny, continue to help press the picture, I'll go to the bathroom first!"

"Okay, Lyme!"

After getting the colleague's approval, Remus hurriedly walked out of the office. This urge to pee came too quickly. God swears that he feels like he will pee his pants in the next second!

Then God bless, he successfully and promptly rushed into the bathroom.

"Pee, pee, pee!"

Hurrying to a urinal, Remus immediately unzipped the zipper. God knows where the urge to urinate came from. He usually drank coffee all the time, but now this urge to urinate is about to collapse. Come like a downpour, right?

He quickly took out the old bird, aimed the gun head at the urinal, and was preparing to spray.

"Hey, sir?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded!

Remus was so clever that he was about to squirt urine, so he held back by the way!

In the next second, a delicate and small steel tongs stretched out from behind him, and it caught a very critical part of the old bird just right. The icy feeling is very refreshing, and the squeezing of the clamp head brings him a feeling between S and M, but the problem is that he is about to have a diabetes collapse now.

"Ah...ooh!"

Then in the next second, just when Remus wanted to turn his head subconsciously and was about to scream, a ball was stuffed into his mouth, and his head was forced to face the wall.

"Cooperate obediently, I guarantee you are safe and sound."

Then, behind him, the icy, charming voice was obviously a mature woman: "Understand?"

The cold sweat began to peek under Remus' forehead, but I don't know whether the sweat was due to the swelling of the diabetes, or the clamp of the pliers, or the old bird who was about to die of the disease was clamped by the pliers.

"Woo! Woo!" Remus nodded wildly in a panic, just because he hesitated for a while, the pliers actually clamped harder!

"Okay, so now I ask, you answer."

The mature girl with a cold voice asked questions behind him, her gloved left hand gripped her neck firmly. Remus couldn't look back, but it was okay to nod.

"Very good, first question, you are the chief designer of the Exeter Computer Research Center, right?"

Although the problem was abrupt, the thought of "it turned out to be such a thing" made Remus somewhat relaxed.

He nodded right.

Just listen to the girl behind you: "Very good, then you should know, where is the blueprint of this building stored?"

It was another expected question. After a brief panic, Remus had basically calmed down, but the feeling below was still very uncomfortable. Therefore, when he nodded, he still couldn't help dripping cold sweat.

"Where is the blueprint?"

After asking this question, the gloved hand pressed Remus's lips. Through the touch, it was known that it must be a typical women's leather glove.

"I will take the ball out now. If you bark, I dare to tell you that you can't make luan anymore, understand?"

The girl's problem was very violent, and her behavior was extremely violent. It was clear to feel that the old bird was clamped harder, and Remus hurriedly nodded.

When the ball was dropped, he hurriedly whispered: "The blueprint is in the firm’s archives, but only the administrator has the key. Normally, even if each partner wants to browse the blueprint, he must find them. Get the key!"

The pliers on the old bird did not relax at all.

"State the administrator's name and image characteristics."

"Jimmy, Jimmy Payne! Fifty-two years old, with red hair, a square face, and a scar from smallpox on his nose. He is in room 807. Grandma, let me go!"

Remus begged, because he couldn't help his diabetes collapse more and more, even if there were pliers, it wouldn't help.

Only a silver bell-like laughter rang, and then a sweet and greasy smell, and Remus subconsciously took a deep breath.

Then, he rolled his eyes and collapsed on the ground.

The situation in the bathroom was not noticed by anyone, because for a company like an architectural design institute, every employee's work is highly attentive and will not have much communication with more people.

This is especially evident in the archives.

Every building is an order, every building will have a blueprint, and every blueprint is the core secret and wealth of this building. Some blueprints may not need to be used once for decades, but some will need to be recalled for various reasons within a short period of time, and in many cases, once it happens, it is a big event. Therefore, as the world's top and best architectural design firm in the UK, Foster will of course keep the blueprints of many years together.

That is the archives room.

The administrator Jimmy Payne is fifty years old after all. Because the smallpox of twenty years ago was caused by a work injury, he was able to continue working in the office, but he could no longer do brainstorming work. The illness that year caused an astonishing high fever, and he was blessed by God if he survived, and he could no longer force any design work.

The twenty-year-old employee was able to let the company build a separate room for him, and thus the doorman's room for the archives was born. The wealthy Foster firm didn't lack that little space, and directly moved the data in the huge archives back, freeing up the space in front of Jimmy. The office with windows on this side of the corridor is his only one.

It's late at night and the bright spots in the early morning. Designers are still fighting on various projects day and night, but for Jimmy, who is over fifty years old, it's time to sleep.

He lives in the company, he lives in this guard room. He is old and wifeless and always works in the same company. People will naturally decorate the guard room like a home.

At this time, in the spacious and cozy room, the sound of snoring kept coming from the bed.

It's time for old Jimmy to sleep normally, so the curtains facing the corridor are pulled, and of course no one will come to this quiet corner to disturb him. The whole corridor between the guard room in the middle of the night and the outside world has belonged to him for many years.

Only today is an exception.

Tick, tick, the clock without setting the time turns the second hand, and its owner will wake up in the morning on its own.

Tick, tick, old Jimmy's snoring rhythm is clear.

Tick, tick, the handle of the guard's room is turning.

An extremely tall figure appeared in the guard room.

With curtains hung in the dark room, the tall figure can only vaguely reveal its existence. Although the appearance is not clear, the female body can still be distinguished. The dark-colored clothes seem to be very close to the body. Reminiscent of the weather in London in April, it is estimated that it should be a combination of tights and pullovers for the elderly.

With silent footsteps, the extremely tall woman found the key to the archives in only one minute and thirty seconds.

The door of the archive room is at the end of the guard room. The compartment wall was built 20 years ago~www.readwn.com~ Although there is no technical content at all, the painting is still a drawing to be drawn, but it is The creative director of the firm did it himself.

With a click, the door opened gently, and the girl walked in quietly.

Through the flashlight beam on her wrist, the girl clearly saw the classification principle of the archives, obviously in alphabetical order, which really helped her a lot. The shelf of the letter A is at the nearest location, and the blueprints six months ago are also recent information. She doesn't need to go too far to find the target.

Soon, she found the general position, but the shelf was too low, and she was no different from the height of a normal man, so she had to squat down completely to read it.

One portfolio after another was marked with the most detailed information, and within a minute, with the light of the flashlight, she found the target efficiently and quickly.

"Exeter Computer Research Center..."

Looking at the name of this line of printer mimeographs, and smelling the staleness of the surroundings that are exclusive to the archive storage room, under the shining of the yellow light beam, the girl's ruddy lips picked up proudly. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.