Song Yuan followed the waiter and walked into the elevator with a smile at the hotel front desk, he had just experienced the most luxurious bath in his life, which could be called an emperor-like enjoyment.

The nearly 100-square-meter hot spring bath is only open for him, and more than a dozen people gather around him to rub his back and pinch his feet, and there are even special people who peel hot spring eggs for him.

When he saw the five big and three thick waiters with the bath towel, he felt that even if he didn't die, he would have to shed a layer of skin, but when the bath towel touched his skin, he realized that this group of people was really professional. The force and angle of his hand were just right, which could not only wipe off the dust on his body, but also not make him feel uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but moan.

After getting out of the bath, Song Yuan was taken to a small room, and the staff who had been waiting for it took out dozens of bottles and cans, and introduced the effect to Song Yuan with a smile, but because of the language barrier, Song Yuan couldn't understand what they were saying at all, so he had to smile and nod.

Song Yuan estimated that if it weren't for the limited time, this group of people would pull him to do a sunshine SPA again!

The stench on his body was long gone, replaced by a faint floral scent, and he was now wearing the hotel's specially prepared rest clothes for guests, as for his previous clothes, the hotel promised to send them upstairs after washing.

"Sir. The waiter brought Song Yuan to Preston, as if he were exhibiting a collection.

"Let's go down first," Preston waved his hand, pulling a few bills from his bosom and handing them over, "your consumption." ”

"It's a pleasure to help you. The waiter smiled from ear to ear, and ran away with the crowd of money.

"It's going to take some time for them to design," Preston said, "and if you're thirsty, there's coffee, milk, champagne ......."

"What do you want?" Song Yuan sat down on the sofa and looked at Preston expressionlessly.

"Attend the reception," Preston shook his champagne, "but after the reception, you're going to meet someone, in the name of an organization." ”

"Organization?" Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, he looked around and lowered his voice, "In the name of the hidden fog?"

"No, in the name of "Long Yuan". Preston shook his head, "Long Yuan and Hidden Mist are both different organizations, this operation is a joint effort between our two organizations, and someone will contact you after the reception." ”

"But why me?" Song Yuan pointed to himself.

"Because you're a new face," Preston explained, "we and the people of Long Yuan are familiar to them, so a new face is needed to meet him." ”

"I know what a staggering drinking party is, you guys are squeezing labor. Song Yuan said angrily.

"It's good for you," Preston smiled, "plus I've got a surprise for you." ”

"The fright is almost the same!" Song Yuan looked up at the ceiling.

After two hours of detailed discussion, the designers finally came up with a plan that they thought they were satisfied with, and if this plan still could not be affirmed by Preston, then today's battle for the dignity of the "D.T" studio will end in failure.

Preston put the clothing samples on the plan in front of Song Yuan and compared them, snapping his fingers, "That's it, how long will it take for you to make the finished product?"

All the designers breathed a sigh of relief, and the designer at the head thought for a while, "An hour, but we need customers to wear it before they can match the relevant accessories according to their temperament." ”

"No problem!"

Alexander Road, this asphalt road is the only road leading to the Alexander Mansion in Murmansk, it is said that a hundred years ago it was a castle where relatives of the emperor lived during the dynastic period, and later the party and government overthrew the rule of the dynasty, and the director here was arrested and beheaded by the party and government army before he had time to escape, leaving this ancient manor still standing.

No one knows who the owner of the castle is, it was bought by an unnamed buyer for double the premium twenty years ago, but no one has lived in it for twenty years.

Originally, the media thought that this was a secret base of a certain organization, and the party, government and military had also entered this place to search, but after they entered the castle, they found that the castle seemed to have been abandoned by its owner, and all the furniture was covered with a thick layer of dust, waiting for time to slowly pass away.

And today, this almost untouched asphalt road has suddenly become extremely congested, and countless luxury cars have gathered here to flock to the Alexander Mansion.

Waiters in white shirts opened the doors one after another to greet the men and women who stepped down, each carefully dressed, the men wore black tuxedos, pillar sticks, white gloves embroidered with delicate lines, and watches on their wrists glittered. The women, dressed in floor-length dresses with long curvaceous legs hidden by tulle, grabbed their male companions and walked into the Alexandria Mansion in the waiter's skirts.

"Are you ready?" Preston sat in the co-pilot and looked back at Song Yuan in the back seat.

Song Yuan closed the copy in his hand, took a deep breath, and nodded.

He was carrying the copywriting in his hands all the way, and thanks to his two parents who were teachers, otherwise he really wouldn't have remembered the thousands of words of copywriting in such a short period of time.

The copy densely listed the background of the Longyuan organization, the interests and hobbies of the main person in charge, the relationship between the members, and the purpose of his coming to the cocktail party. It's just that Song Yuan doesn't seem to understand, Inas once told him that there are nearly a thousand people in the Hidden Mist Organization, not counting supernumeraries, and Long Yuan, who is also a different organization, seems to have only a dozen people.

"Get out of the car. ”

Preston pushed the car door and got out of the car, looking coldly at the waiter who came forward to greet him through his black sunglasses, today he was Song Yuan's bodyguard.

The waiter took the invitation, checked it carefully, and then bowed slightly, "Please, Mr. Preston, the reception is about to begin." ”

Preston waved his hand and opened the door of the back seat, his arm on the roof to prevent the person sitting inside from touching his head, "Mr. Song, please." ”

The first thing that comes into view is a shiny black leather shoe, a straight-ironed warehouse and a Vacheron Constantin limited edition.

When Song Yuan completely stepped out of the car, the waiters all showed surprised eyes on their faces, and he seemed to be the most beautiful scenery in front of the Alexander Mansion.

Walking through the dark passage, the air was still filled with the mixed scent left by the previous VIPs, and the passage in front of him was like a labyrinth, which made Song Yuan dizzy, but fortunately, he had a similar experience in the Castle of Gaufein before, so he was not timid.

The waiter pushed open the door, and suddenly the surroundings lit up.

A palatial banquet hall appeared in front of Song Yuan, dozens of huge red lacquered wooden pillars were arranged in sequence, the bottom of the wooden pillars were inlaid with gilt, under the huge circular dome, countless huge crystal chandeliers dispelled all the gloom, the walls of the banquet hall were painted with holy icons, and in the center of the banquet hall was a narrow red cloth table with candles and food placed on it.

As soon as Song Yuan appeared, he attracted everyone's attention, and Song Yuan vaguely heard the admiration of the women and the disdain of the men.

Song Yuan suddenly softened his feet and leaned on Preston's body.

"Cheer up, they're not man-eating tigers!" Preston reminded in a whisper, looking down.

"The heel of the leather shoes you gave me was too high, and I accidentally broke my foot......" Song Yuan complained in a low voice, in fact, his height was already above the horizontal line in China, but due to the per capita "strong man" character of the East Slavic Principality, the designer chose high-heeled leather shoes when matching him.

Under the slightly mocking gaze of the surrounding crowd, Song Yuan moved his ankles "expressionlessly", and then followed the waiter to his own seat and sat down casually.

The surrounding guests sat down one after another, and they seemed to know each other, and they chatted with each other, their eyes sweeping over Song Yuan and Preston from time to time.

"I'll go get you some refreshments. Preston bent down and whispered in Song Yuan's ear.

"Good. Song Yuan turned his head to admire the mural on the wall of the banquet hall.

He had seen this kind of mural on television, which depicted scenes of God's six days of creation and the Last Judgment, and it was interesting to note that the scenes of the Last Judgment in some of the older murals were often very concise, while the scenes of the Last Judgment in modern times were more gloomy and depressing, and it was clear that the frescoes in the banquet hall belonged to the former, with the guilty kneeling on the ground, surrounded by a sea of fire symbolizing punishment. However, this type of mural has only appeared in churches in the past, and it is the first time that Song Yuan has seen it in the banquet hall.

"What do you call it?" Not long after Preston left, a palm suddenly appeared in front of Song Yuan.

Song Yuan raised his head to look at the owner of the palm, a man about fifty years old, with an extremely standard East Slavic face, deep eyes, and fluent Chinese.

Hell, shouldn't he be favored by countless handsome ladies with handsome looks and hot bodies in such a sleek evening dress? Why would the first person to strike up a conversation be a man in his fifties?

Why do you think there is some bright starlight in this man's eyes?

Song Yuan patted his head, even if he interrupted the cranky thoughts in his head.

In the brief moment when Song Yuan was stunned, the man had already come to sit down beside him, put one hand on the back of Song Yuan's seat, and looked at Song Yuan sideways.

Song Yuan couldn't help but feel a chill, could this guy be a ......

"My name is Ivanov, this is Vladimir's private banquet, and all the people who can attend the reception are familiar faces, why I don't seem to have seen you before. The man spoke slowly.

"Ivanov?" Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then thought that the person Preston asked him to come to the wine to meet was the Ivanov in front of him.

"Because this is the first time I've been invited, my name is Song Yuan," Song Yuan pretended to be calm and took out the lines that had been prepared a long time ago, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ivanov." ”

"It's a pleasure...... How happy is that?" Ivanov burst out laughing.

Song Yuan was stupid, the man in front of him didn't play cards according to the routine at all, and there was no such sentence in the lines at all!

"Just kidding, I hope you have some fun tonight!" Ivanov stood up and patted Song Yuan on the shoulder, turning to leave.

Preston walked back with a plate, Song Yuan hurriedly grabbed Preston's arm, pointed to Ivanov's back and whispered, "That Ivanov came to look for me just now!"

"What did he tell you?" Preston frowned.

"He asked me what my name was, and told me to have some fun tonight......"

"And then?"

"No ......"

"No," Preston's eyes widened, "and that's really what he told you?"

Song Yuan nodded.

Preston scratched his head and grimaced, "It's a problem......

"What the hell is the situation, I didn't even use the lines you prepared for me......"

Preston sighed, patted Song Yuan's shoulder as well, left a sentence of "have fun", and then hurriedly left the banquet hall.