In the eyes of guests, the chain operated Holiday Inn is different from the average private hotel, and in a specific way, the waiters wear neat and standardized uniforms, and speak gently and politely. In fact, for the waiters, their labor is just as heavy, and the strict work system forces their nerves to be tightened. It can be said that the tall uniform is wrapped in a physically and mentally exhausted body.

White Snake stood by the service desk at the entrance of the hotel, and she had been "working" here for nearly a week. The foreign woman lived upstairs, and several times she called room service but it was not the turn of the white snake to go up, because the foreigner had a habit of tipping occasionally, and everyone was vying to change towels or bring drinks to her room. All that has been identified is her name and that she is French.

"Say, what is that Frenchman upstairs doing in China?" and while having lunch with two other waitresses, she, a "rustic country girl," looked withdrawn and asked her colleagues curiously. "Rare and weird. A fashionably dressed girl, estimated to be younger than her, said, "Are there fewer foreigners running to China these days?" another colleague, who is older, said in a thick accent, "But this woman is really special, as if she is here for some humanitarian relief." "Really, then she will come to our rescue, get up early, go to bed late, work a lot, eat poorly, and how long will she have to endure the hard life?" "She's a woman, and she can't help you if she wants to help." The veteran waiter scoffed. She had already seen that this fashionable girl was lazy and unscrupulous, if the hotel was secretly engaged in "special services", this girl would have volunteered to knock on the door of the big money to stay as the third escort and the second wife. She likes this new local girl more, and she often chats with her when she has free time after work or at work. From her mouth, White Snake learned that the French female humanist lived like an office worker living in a hotel, and went out with a briefcase almost every day at 8 o'clock in the morning, but the time to return to the hotel at night was not fixed, usually before nine o'clock, and there were several times until one or two o'clock in the night, and there were two times when she did not come back all night. "Sister Song, what is this humanitarian aid method, what are you doing?" "I don't know what kind of work she does, but I saw her go out and come in one day," Sister Song pointed to the hotel gate with chopsticks, "Sometimes it's stable, sometimes it's in a hurry, sometimes it's rushing to the bus station or subway station, and sometimes it's taking a taxi at the door." "Is she the only one who lives?" "There's also a little foreign girl, Italian, who seems to be her translator." ”

Sister Song's mouth was broken, but she couldn't provide any more useful information. So she decided to take advantage of the night shift with the quasi-escort tonight to venture into the French woman's room and find out her details. However, the hotel is fully monitored, and everything must appear normal when approaching her. So she reported to Yu Gong, and after dark, the Yu Guild in disguise would answer nearby. "If there is any insider information, she will definitely carry it with her and will never leave it in the room. She trusts Yugong's judgment.

Look at the wall clock in the hall, it's almost nine o'clock. The Frenchwoman had booked a dinner at half-past nine before she left this morning, and it was time for her to return. White Snake glanced at the quasi-escort sitting next to him, she was smirking while pressing her phone desperately while crossing Erlang's legs, probably exchanging text messages with someone. The White Snake sniffed contemptuously and looked impatiently out the door. To be honest, being in this area has always been a source of confusion for her, and she doesn't realize the deeper reason, she just feels that she doesn't pretend to be one of the people here. At the moment, people in many places are lying in beds or on sofas, but there are energetic men and women active outside the door. To White Snake's surprise, she saw several children in her sight. The children, probably under the age of ten, were still sitting in a moving cradle like a stroller, pushed by their parents past the gate and disappearing into the eerie night scene in the distance. Would it be nice for the kids to come here?, she thought.

A slowly halting taxi obscures her association with children, and the Italian interpreter pushes the door open and steps down to open the door for the French woman. White Snake stared at the briefcase in her hand and thought: Project 1 begins. She had secretly sprinkled some diluted hand sanitizer on the floor tiles in front of the service desk, in order to wait for the French woman to come in warmly to greet her, and then "accidentally" stepped on it, slipped, leaned forward, and bumped heavily into the humanitarian person, took advantage of the situation to unbuckle her briefcase, and made the contents of the bag spill out when they were turning over on each other's backs, and took advantage of helping her to pack her things to see what she was carrying, and if there was a document, to peep at the contents of the document. She had secretly observed the briefcase, and it was not difficult for her to unfasten the main lock in an instant, and now her dress was pinned with the same pin that Jane Eyre had pinned when she went to the orphanage.

Now that the Frenchwoman was walking towards her, the White Snake slowly walked around the desk, getting closer and closer to her with the estimated number of steps, the angle, and the force with which the contents of the briefcase were scattered. Three-step, four-step, five-step...... The white snake controlled the rhythm of his walking, his gaze moving quickly from the French woman's feet to her face, her face becoming clearer and clearer, as if it had never been so clear, and he was about to "accidentally" collide with her head-on.

"Hello, I'm back. The first sentence was the only foreign language that the would-be escort could speak, and she looked up to see international friends who could tip during the text message, and even saw the new temporary worker rushing ahead of her. She jerked up from her chair, and before she could even tuck her phone into her trouser pocket, she trotted at the French humanitarian and her Italian interpreter, finally overtaking the native girl.

Oh no! White Snake's first reaction was to secretly cry out bitterly, and then she heard a crisp "click".

The two international friends froze in place. The quasi-third escort made a big gift of "five-body throwing" in front of her "tip", and the mobile phone was thrown aside. The horse fell so hard that she didn't even get up for a while. Listening to the painful moans of the quasi-escort lying on the ground like a frog, the white snake was angry, but he still had to pretend to be very concerned about her, squatting down to ask "how is it" and "where is the injury"; the French woman and the Italian interpreter were stunned for a moment before they managed to hold back their laughter, and together with the white snake, they helped up the waiter who was expecting them to tip.

"I'm sorry, I didn't scare you just now, did I?" said White Snake apologetically back to the service desk. "We're fine, doesn't it matter to her?" Seeing the third escort rubbing his knees and shaking his hands, the Italian translator told him in fluent Chinese, "Please change two new bath towels for us, and please bring the dinner we ordered on time, thank you." ”

The figures of the humanitarians and interpreters were fascinated by the dim light at the staircase, and the White Snake watched them go upstairs, or rather the briefcase, as they carried it upstairs.

Yugong, who was fiddling with his smartphone in the shadows outside the hotel, witnessed the whole process. Fortunately, there is plan No. 2. He glanced at the window of the room where the two foreign women lived.