"What?"

For a moment, Miss Kelly/Charles, whose body suddenly tensed, had no idea whether she should doubt her eyes or ears. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

How could the quiet middle-aged man in front of him, with a smile on his face, who can make people think of beautiful words such as safety, warmth, and thoughtfulness at a glance, be the group of black crows in the movie?

"Hello, Miss Kelly......" Moving his gaze back from the nameplate diagonally on the table, the middle-aged man patiently repeated, "...... I spoke to you five hours ago, and I am sure you must have conveyed my request to Mr. Lindbyer. ”

"Yes..... yes...... While...... Of course...... Mr. ......"

Each of them was an excellent grade of A, and it was still as usual, and it didn't help Kelly in any way now.

The trembling young lady didn't know at this time that her slightly trembling left hand had been raised at some point and pointed to a dark red wooden door more than ten meters away.

"Thank you very much."

Nodding and smiling slightly, the middle-aged man turned and walked to the position she had indicated.

"Mr. Lindbyer...... Mr. Lindbyer ...... "Seeing the middle-aged man walk several meters away, Kelly suddenly came back to her senses, she quickly grabbed the phone, and said in a very low voice, "...... The man is coming...... The FBI is coming! ”

"Hello, Mr. Lindbyer......"

Looking at Lindebyer, who had just put down the earpiece, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "Sorry to bother you, I'm Antares, Antares/Desai, FBI agent...... Here are my documents. ”

"Hello." Lindbyer politely shook the FBI's outstretched palm, then quickly let go.

Antares withdrew his papers, his eyes scanning over the stacks of papers stacked on the table, "You must be busy. I have a couple of questions from the Bureau of Investigation here, and I hope it won't take you too long. ”

"Please."

"You must be familiar with the name 'Archon'?"

"Yes, he is an important writer for the magazine."

"Important?"

Lindbyer smiled wryly: "More important than me." ”

"In addition to 'The Cage of Skyrim', are there any other works of 'Archon'?"

"No, at least not yet."

"At least not yet?"

Lindebyer smiled a little wryly: "At least until next month, he won't submit any new papers." ”

"Is there anything unpublished?"

"No......" Seeing Antares' expression of "continue", Linde Baier paused, and then continued: "There are no other pseudonyms either. ”

"You asked the 'Archon' about this?"

"No, as you probably know, Mr. 'Archon''s writing is impressive, not misleading."

"Yes, you're right." Antares smiled in agreement and continued to ask, "It seems that the magazine will keep all the original submissions according to convention?" ”

"Yes."

"Including Skyrim's Cage?"

"Yes."

"The Bureau of Investigation needs it."

"As you wish." Lindebyer handed over a small removable disk.

"Mr. Lindbyer, please continue your work." As he spoke, Antares opened the small box that had also taken him on a five-hour journey and connected the removable disk to his laptop.

It can be seen that Linde Baier has been prepared for a long time, and in addition to the original manuscript, there are also the remuneration standards for each time to the 'consul', the scanned pictures of the remittance slip, and so on.

Twenty minutes later.

"Mr. Lindebyer, you are quite well prepared, for you have only forgotten a little something."

"For example?"

"For example, Mr. 'Archon''s submission email, contact information."

"Mr. Antares, this is someone else's privacy, and in addition, according to the rules of the magazine......"

"No, no, no......" Antares walked over to his desk, "I'm not going to ask you to change the rules of the magazine, I'm just saying ......"

At this point, Antares changed to the cold tone that meant and made Miss Kelly/Miss Charles instantly identify herself five hours earlier: "...... The FBI needs it. Also, based on what you know about the 'Archon', I think you should be clear about the reasons why the Bureau of Investigation needs it. ”

Under Antares' gaze, Lindebar was silent for a few seconds, then tore a page from his notepad and wrote out the familiar email address.

"Thank you......" Antares put the thin piece of paper into the small box, and at the same time, his face once again appeared with an expression of "continue".

This time Lindebyer couldn't comprehend directly, so he had to use his tongue: "Excuse me? ”

"And a list of the various items you helped the 'Archon' buy, as well as all the mailing addresses."

"But ......"

"The Bureau of Investigation needs it."

In about half an hour, a new page of paper was added to the small box of Antares.

"Mr. Lindbyer, thank you very much for your help to the Bureau of Investigation." Whether it is the voice, the expression, the gesture, or the strength of the handshake, the way Antares expresses his gratitude is very sincere.

Then he walked to the door and took the doorknob.

At this moment, the wooden door suddenly made a "bang" and slammed into it quickly.

As soon as Lindebyer's eyes widened, he saw that Antares had no idea what was going on, and instantly stood in the position where the wooden door slid past the tip of his nose, and his movements were so swift that it was as if the doorknob he had just taken was just a phantom.

Once again, the soundproofing of the wooden door was tested, and a fiery figure rushed to the black desk, and the anxious voice of Kelly/Miss Charles followed in a series into the spacious editor-in-chief's office: "...... Mr. Cass ...... Mr. Barakas...... Mr. Lindbyer is working...... You can't do that...... You can't go in like this......"

Strictly speaking, this was the first meeting between Lindebyer and Barakas, editors-in-chief of science fiction magazines and leading physicists, and Mr. Antares/Desai.

This time the short contact time was very short, and a few dozen seconds later, Mr. FBI, passing by Miss Kelly, who was hurrying to catch up, walked out of the Supernatural Legends editorial office.

……

An hour later, Antares looked up at the Fitz Building, where the Supernatural Legends Magazine was located, and smiled slightly, "Thank you for your honesty, Mr. Lindbyer. ”

Antares then put the information he had found on the left side of the box and Linde Baier on the right side of the box, and after a little inspection of the surroundings, Mr. FBI went into the bathroom, dialed a phone number from a phone that had just been bought for a few hours, and finally left the hotel room he had booked three days earlier.

……

Three hours later, Mr. FBI drove an inconspicuous car to another city and parked in front of a tavern.

Twenty minutes later, Antares said goodbye to his old friends who had "never met" and left the tavern. Compared with when he first arrived, there were a bunch of small green pieces of paper in his small box, and there were several more documents of various specifications and colors.

He then flagged down a taxi and sped to the airport.

In the process, Antares' eyes were not on the car that had helped him come from beginning to end.

……

Prior to this, Mr. Antares had already visited the FBI's "Criminal Justice Information Service", "Cybercrime Department", "Counterintelligence Department", "Information Resources Department" and several local branches through various legal procedures;

At the same time, Mr. Antares, through various means of mentorship, entered the CIA's "Foreign Intelligence Section", "Covert Operations Section", "Gathering Requirements and Evaluation Section", as well as the office locations of several functional offices, or online pages;

In addition, Mr. Antares, through the contacts and resources he has accumulated over the years, has made contact with many special departments, secret detention centers, special offices, and other places that are unheard of by outsiders.

These actions, including a series of actions following a visit to Mr. Lindbyer, took Mr. Antares a full six months to prepare.

Now, this Mr. FBI has embarked on a flight to China.

At the same time, many packages of different sizes with different destinations have finally entered the air routes through various channels that have been prepared for six months.

……

Mr. FBI and his first package had just set foot on the land of Huaxia, and Wu Xiaoyu had just pushed open the iron door of the house on the second floor of the Milky Way Galaxy.

"Xiaomao, you sit first."

After pouring two glasses of water, Wu Xiaoyu walked into the room first, and after a while, he sat opposite Nie Liang, opened a project plan that he had just found out of the room, and used his fingernails to draw a horizontal line on a certain position on the penultimate page, "So far, the plan has been implemented to this position, and basically everything is going well...... Xiaomao, you have bothered a lot. ”

"What, big boss who hangs out all day, how much salary are you going to give me?"

Nie Liang laughed casually, but when he talked about it, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed in his heart.

Unlike Bai Jiaquan and Li Hui, the two blind executors, Nie Liang, who was born in a professional class, has enough market development experience and management ability, and with his vision, it can naturally be seen that the expansion of the barbecue restaurant's business plan is not at all "basically everything is executed smoothly" can be described by these words.

It went so smoothly that it went just too far!

Moreover, Nie Liang, who participated in the whole process, can be sure that this excess, except for some luck that fell from the sky, most of it is due to the meticulous and thoughtful plan itself, as well as Wu Xiaoyu's proper arrangement.

When implementing the plan, Nie Liang had already found countless times that when there were various problems in leasing stores, decoration and layout, applying for certificates, etc., as long as he flipped through the thick ancillary materials of the plan, he could almost find alternative solutions to these problems that he could not usually think of.

Yes, alternative solutions. As long as the problem is already envisioned in the proposal, then it will provide at least five or more solutions.

And this is just the simplest and most practical attachment to the proposal.

This beast can actually ask someone to make such a superb plan; The most excessive thing is that this beast, who graduated from his senior year and paid 2,400 yuan in the make-up examination fee, unknowingly, quietly became more proficient in business methods than Lao Tzu, who won scholarships every year.

Damn, why is the make-up exam fee only sixty yuan a course! (To be continued.) )