He is wearing a neat suit, his black hair is combed back to his head, revealing a full forehead and a straight nose, a pair of black eyes are deep and charming, when he does not speak, he seems to be looking at you and smiling, this is really a man full of charm.

Clark looked back with a smile, "It's okay, it's not too late-"

His voice stopped abruptly, and for a moment, doubt, shock, realization, anger, hatred, all kinds of emotions crossed his face, and finally froze into the gloom before the storm, and he stared at the tall young man in front of him, obviously recognizing his identity.

Aisha on the side curiously walked back and forth between her father and her lover, and after a while, she saw that Clark was inappropriate, and she called softly in confusion, "Dad?"

Clark came back to his senses, showed a smile, and said seriously: "I'm fine, it's just your boyfriend, kind of like one of my men, you know, those red vests, they're all as young as Wolf." ”

The three of them ended in Aisha's innocence, Wolf's composure and Clarke's various meanings, Clark picked up the napkin, wiped his mouth, raised his goblet, and looked at Wolf: "It's really an interesting dinner." ”

Wolf politely raised his glass in response, smiling, "I think so, sir." ”

The next day, as soon as Wolf stepped into Clark's office, a pile of papers smashed at him without a head and a face, Wolf quickly dodged, stood aside, raised his hand and took off his black-framed glasses, his temperament changed instantly, and he said with a smile: "Sir, you can't solve the problem if you are so irrational." ”

As he spoke, he sat down on the sofa very calmly, crossed one leg, and smiled: "Don't use any means against me, I promise you, if something happens to me, such as breaking a leg, or missing a part, Aisha will definitely follow me even more to the death." ”

Wolf glared at him breathlessly, like a beast that had lost its mind, his eyes red.

Wolf leaned back, leaned back comfortably on the couch, as if he were the owner of the lavish office, and whispered, "I can leave Aisha, and I promise that she will not suffer deeply if she has a good reason." ”

Clark gradually calmed down, stared gloomily at the young man in front of him, and asked gloomily, "Your conditions?"

The corners of Wolf's lips were hooked, and his eyes smiled: "It's very simple, I want the real path, the real way to turn that money from black to white." ”

The two looked at each other, one grim and the other deep, as if they were engaged in an invisible confrontation, and finally, Clark said in a deep voice: "Okay, I'll tell you, but you must leave Aisha!"

Wolf smiled lightly, "Of course. ”

After a pause, he added: "After all, your daughter is not a great beauty who has captivated the city and the country. ”

Under Clark's wide-eyed gaze, Wolf laughed and walked away.

Jian Han also stared at the screen, at this moment, she couldn't help but stand on the side of the villain Director Clark, and shared his hatred, for the first time, she felt that Wolf was really a hateful guy.

The screen switches, the sun has completely sunk behind the skyscraper, only the last afterglow shines in from the balcony, and in the dimness, it will be seen that this is a small apartment, barely put a bed, behind a computer desk, there is no extra space.

The ashtray on the computer desk was full of oblique cigarette butts, and the cigarette ash was sprinkled everywhere, and the light from the computer screen hit Wolf's face in front of the computer, his chin was tense, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were staring at the screen without blinking, even if Jian Han had a negative impression of him at this time, he had to admit that this man was really handsome when he was serious.

There was the sound of spinning the key and pushing the iron door outside the screen, as the takeaway lunch box in his pocket was placed on the computer table, Dork's face appeared on the screen, he bent down, and also looked at the computer screen, and soon, he gave up this self-seeking action, stood up, took the takeaway lunch boxes out one by one, and asked puzzledly: "Hi, Worf, didn't that old ghost of Clark tell you the correct trading route?" Why are you researching this?"

Wolf picked up the lunch box casually, took two bites into his mouth, sneered, and replied without raising his head: "Do you think he will be so honest?" It's true that most of these trading routes are true, but there are definitely one or two links that are fake, and if I'm mistaken, it's enough for me to die 10,000 times. ”

The camera shifted to Dork's face next to him, who looked ignorant, but it did not prevent him from staring at his friend with adoring eyes, "Although I don't understand much, but Wolf, I believe you will definitely lead us to a good life!"

Wolf tugged at the corner of his lips, but didn't respond to him, and turned his attention back to the computer screen.

With a burst of passionate metal music, the film once again enters a silent fast-forward state, the camera looks down on this small apartment through the balcony window, Wolf is wearing a white shirt, black trousers, the collar of the shirt is slightly open, he holds a cigarette in one hand, a phone in the other, walking around the room, occasionally sitting on the balcony, sometimes smashing the phone towards the bed, sometimes with his feet on the computer desk.

If you look closely, you will see that his appearance is getting more and more scruffy, stubble gradually grows on his smooth face, and one corner of his clothes is tucked into his pants and the other corner is exposed, symbolizing the passage of time.

Finally, when the sun rises again, the dawn comes, and as the sunlight gradually shines in, the camera also lifts up little by little from the balcony of the small apartment, and when it is lifted to the blue sky, it falls little by little, but this time it is already the glass door of the New York Stock Center.

The camera follows behind a man in a black suit, he has broad shoulders and narrow hips, a thin waist and long legs, one hand in his pocket, and the cuffs reveal a snow-white shirt.

But he ignored it, entered the elevator all the way, exited the elevator on the second floor, and walked into the stairwell leading to the third floor under the surprised eyes of a group of black-clad agents, and finally stopped in front of the office door of Director Clark.

He knocked lightly on the door twice, and without waiting for the order to enter, he pushed the door open, and met the last stunned face of the way—Director Clark's eyes widened.

After a moment, Director Clark scoffed, "What are you doing?" Wolf? Do you think you're an independent agent in a black suit?"