The weather in New York is very different from that of California, and it is somewhat similar to the northeastern part of China with its four distinct seasons. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Four Seasons Hotel on New York's Fifth Avenue and 59th Street is on display in the snowstorm at a cost of $50 million and six years by architectural genius Ben Jinming.

The cold air outside the door did not affect the enthusiasm of the doorman in the slightest, here, no service staff will laugh at you because of your cheap clothes, good training is that they can avoid the "dog eyes look down on people" bridge, so no one shouts "30 years of Hedong 30 years of Hexi Mo bullying the poor boy to a ridiculous farce". Being polite allows them not to offend the guest even when they say no.

A black umbrella picked up the steps and walked to the door of the hotel.

"Welcome to the Four Seasons Hotel, sir. The doorman greeted him warmly, and at the same time turned sideways to pull the door open.

The black umbrella was put away.

Madrigal gently patted the sporadic snowflakes falling on his body with his hand, took out ten dollars from his coat pocket, handed it to the doorman as a tip, and smiled at him and nodded, expressing his gratitude to the doorman for opening the door for him.

"Thank you, sir, for a great weekend!" said the doorman happily. Normally, the tip the doorman receives is mostly a dollar, so the surprise of ten dollars is yes, and his voice is full of sincerity.

Madrigal walked through the door.

He didn't pull a suitcase, he only carried a delicate suitcase with him, so he didn't attract the attention of the doorman.

After getting the room card at the front desk, Madrigal sat down on a sofa seat in the lobby.

He picked up his phone, placed it next to his right ear, and leaned back on the back of the couch.

"Jack Johnson, it's a pleasure to meet you, please don't turn your head and keep the same way you just read the newspaper. ”

The body of a man in a white suit, who sat back to back from the sofa from Madrigal, trembled and his eyes showed a look of panic, but he still raised the newspaper in his hand upwards and covered his head.

"You, are you 'him'?" the man in white asked in a low voice.

There was silence.

"Very well, Mr. Johnson, please wait a minute after listening to what I have to say, then go to the second elevator and swipe your card to your room. By the way, your room number is 813, right?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Perfect, then please start the timer now~"

Jake Johnson heard the tiny sound of clothes rubbing against the couch behind him. He stared at the Rolex on his right hand, counting the time nervously.

A minute is pretty fast coming.

Jake Johnson immediately put the newspaper aside in his hand. Head towards elevator two. At this time, there were four guests waiting for the elevator at the door of the second elevator, and when they saw that a new guest had joined in, everyone quickly subconsciously looked at Jack, and then stopped looking at him. The most embarrassing thing is that two strangers huddle in a small space and have to look at each other.

"Ding~"

Elevator door number two opened.

Five people walked into the elevator in turn, swiped their cards, and pressed the floor. Jack didn't have the energy to observe his surroundings, and his whole being was now in a state of extreme excitement/anxiety/fear.

"The eighth floor has arrived~"

The sound of the elevator wakes Jack up. He cautiously stepped out of the elevator door and headed towards his room.

He heard footsteps behind him.

Jack hurriedly turned his head back.

"Finally meet, Mr. Johnson. Madrigal took back the laser pointer he was holding in his right hand and said with a smile. He saw that Jack, who was walking in front, seemed to want to say something, and quickly waved his hand. "Please let us go into the room and discuss the questions you want to ask. ”

Jack nodded stiffly.

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Room 813.

Madrigal casually placed the suitcase in his hand on the table. He opened the box and took out three black, router-like objects from it, and placed them in front of the door, by the window, and in front of the two of them.

"XXX brand signal jammer, in my opinion, is very cost-effective. Madrigal said to Jack with a smile, and pulled a handheld scanner out of his suitcase. "I'm sorry, but I have to make sure you're not wearing a bug or recorder. ”

After scanning Jack, Madrigal did it, turned off the phone in front of Jack, and took out the SIM card. Jack immediately grasped the meaning of the pastoral song and did so.

The two sat opposite each other.

Madrigal first smiled and said, "Mr. Johnson, my name is John, and I am not 'he', but I can fully relay your opinion to 'him', and you can think of me as a Fixer." ”

Jack nodded.

"So, may you confirm with me again, are you sure you want your wife to die of a heart attack tomorrow?"

The seductive voice of the madrigal rang in Jack's ears.

There was a hint of hesitation in Jack's eyes, and then he was quickly carried away by determination. "Yes, I'm sure. His face was covered with gloomy black clouds.

"OK, congratulations, we made a deal. So, did 'he' let you bring the $9,000 you to?" asked Madrigal, who was next to him.

Jack took out a bundle of 100 bills from his suitcase and handed it to Madrigal.

Madrigal nodded some money and smiled on his face. The IRS, also known as the Internal Revenue Service, investigates every withdrawal or deposit of $10,000 or more, so many criminals originally traded in the form of 9999. But the IRS has now also secretly changed the rules, so 9999 is no longer insured.

"Tomorrow, please continue to attend the party with your colleagues, so that more people can see you, and don't leave their sight. Leave the rest to the puppeteer. When the police question you, please don't mess with yourself, because the 'puppeteer' will not leave any clues! After your wife's death, please transfer the remaining bills to the 'puppeteer' on the 'Silk Road' via bitcoin within a week, otherwise you will bear the consequences~"

Madrigal packed up her things and walked out the door.

He turned to Jack in the house, "Goodbye, sir, and have a good weekend." ”