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In an instant, exclamations rang out.

The guests talked a lot, and no matter how much they didn't care about their manners, their eyes openly probed among several black-haired young men.

Obviously, even in this very high-grade semi-official ball, even if the guests are not only the heirs of the major families, but also well-known Hollywood directors, the gold content of a Cannes actor is very heavy.

And where the light can't shine, no, to be precise, it was the searchlight that illuminated two young people at the beginning, but one of them reacted quickly and took a step back, just out of the range of the light.

In the darkness, Guan Cheng's handsome face loomed, he stared at the Miss Rockefeller in front of him, raised his eyebrows with a smile, and said softly: "Interesting." ”

In front of him, the black-clothed assistant who was shrouded in the light turned his body slightly, just put his left hand in his shadow, and made a gesture secretly and quickly, the meaning of the right-hand man was simple and clear, and asked him if he wanted to prevent Fang Qinghan from coming to power, but Guan Cheng shook his head and said softly: "No." ”

In the next second, the hand hidden in the shadows began to move again, and after a few gestures, it was finally fixed on a gesture of a thumb with a fist raised, Guan Cheng smiled faintly, shook his head again, and said in a low voice: "Okay, stop playing!" ”

The young assistant withdrew his hand, gagged a little embarrassed, and coughed softly twice.

Guan Cheng couldn't help it, and kicked him twice in the calf, these monkeys, one of them wants to go to the house to uncover the tiles if they don't pay attention!

He and the group of soldiers who were brought out by him had a set of codes that were only used between each other, and the other party just compared a set of numbers, from one to two, and finally fixed at six.

Meaning, he has six ways to make Fang Qinghan unable to come to power.

This is also a small game that Guan Cheng often did with them in addition to practicing them before Seki - simulating the mission environment, the soldiers came up with effective solutions, and if the number of methods was the same as Guan Cheng's thoughts, then at night, they would get extra meals.

It would be even more wonderful if there were more ways than Seki had in mind, and everyone would get a day off.

And if you fail, there is no punishment.

It's like a business with no capital but no loss, every soldier is actively involved in it, but unfortunately, it wasn't until Guancheng retired that they won three opportunities to add food, as for the holiday-

Hehe.

This carrot, which can never be eaten, has become the obsession of these donkey temper soldiers, and a few guys who have retired with him to become his bodyguards and assistants are still playing this game whenever they have the opportunity, and they are never tired of it.

Sure enough, soon, the young assistant turned sideways in a hurry, glancing desperately at him from the corner of his eyes, although his face was still expressionless, after a moment's effort, the center of gravity of his feet had been exchanged more than ten times, that look like he was scratching his lungs, and Guan Cheng really wanted to kick him twice.

In the end, it is the bear child of his own family, Guan Cheng quietly gestured with the number eight, and in the next second, the young soldier who stood calmly and his body was as tall as a small poplar, and his shoulders were crossed, as if he had lost his spirit.

Guan Cheng smiled dumbly, he didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore, he compared eight is just the result of a glance, and he didn't think about it deeply, if he thinks about it carefully, there is no doubt that there will be more options to choose from.

The simplest and most rude thing is to walk up to Fang Qinghan, punch him hard in the stomach, and then disguise it as an illusion that he has unbearable abdominal pain and leaves the field early.

The second option is to find the electric switch of the banquet, create a little more chaos in the dark, and casually make this dance party unable to open.

Or, simulating a gunshot that's enough to make the desperate upper-class cowards end the ball quickly.

There are so many beauties here, and they wear a lot of expensive jewelry, and if you put a few of them on casually, it will soon cause a riot-

In short, there are many ways.

But he doesn't want to do anything now, and Guan Cheng is also a little curious, this Miss Rockefeller, what is Guanzi selling?

His eyes fell on Fang Qinghan, who had already walked on the stage, the other party was no longer the inconspicuous look he had when he first got off the plane, and Mr. Actor, who had changed into a suit, looked polite and graceful, and the atmosphere of the dance party was unexpectedly in tune.

After the applause in the audience subsided, Miss Rockefeller smiled again: "Hello Fang Yingdi, this is the case, we often hear that some actors have very good acting skills, they can quickly enter the play, and let the audience also follow in, can you let us see it today?" ”

Fang Qinghan raised his eyebrows, smiled slightly, and spoke very fluent English: "How to see?" ”

Miss Rockefeller shrugged her shoulders, picked up a script from the plate held by the waiter beside her, flipped to one of the pages, and handed it to Fang Qinghan: "This is the script, can you play this scene for us?" ”

The audience is mainly composed of their upper-class young people, and their eyes swept over Manning, who had a straight face in the crowd, intentionally or unintentionally, and after exchanging glances of understanding with each other, they all showed very expectant expressions.

And the directors also sat up straight with interest and looked at the stage.

After Fang Qinghan took the script and began to read it, Miss Rockefeller took the initiative to solve the confusion of the audience, and her smile was exceptionally sweet: "I believe everyone knows Bond 007, right?" ”

There was an uproar in the audience, and in the midst of the noise, Miss Rockefeller's somewhat naughty voice sounded again: "However, our script is about another magical spy, his name is ZERO!" ”

If she hadn't said 007 earlier, the guests probably wouldn't have thought much about it, but in such a comparison, the fool also knew what ZERO meant, and immediately burst into laughter.

Miss Rockefeller continued, amid the laughter of the people, "Our Mr. ZERO, after more than ten years as a spy, has finally retired and lived in seclusion with his wife in the Swiss countryside, living an ordinary country life, when one of his enemies came to the door. ”

The voices of the guests gradually became quieter, and they quietly listened to Miss Rockefeller tell the plot, but the directors frowned slightly and shook their heads secretly.

Too many conspiracy feature films all start like this, and everyone can guess the next plot is nothing more than the twilight hero re-emerging from the rivers and lakes, and through a series of thrilling fights, he proves that his sword is not old.

Yes, it's best to have a far-reaching meaning at the end, elongated by the sunset, and the vicissitudes of life, after this episode is a big hit, it will lay the groundwork for the sequel.

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