Meng Yuanchen shook hands with them one by one, and it took an hour just to meet them.

They probably talked about their views on the alliance, Meng Yuanchen didn't know much about those professional terms, and every minister said the alliance requirements in their own field, Meng Yuanchen nodded frequently in agreement, anyway, he didn't sign an agreement, so he coaxed them first.

Meng Yuanchen now only cares about when the director of the intelligence bureau, Che Kavsky, will be able to appear, and his plan cannot be without this key figure.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, the banquet began.

Many of the high-level officials who had not been there were now all gathered together, talking and laughing and walking through the door, they did not say a word about their work, and now their work was very simple, it was to have fun.

In the Feilu Empire, such banquets were common, with the leaders of the country putting down their shelves and frolicking with their peers and competitors.

The hall where the banquet was held was also very magnificent and elegant, with tall lamps shining golden yellow, clean floors like mirrors, and the ladies of the tie who came and went were dressed beautifully and generously, like gorgeous noblewomen.

The bell has struck twelve o'clock at noon, and a feast is about to begin.

King Bayerov was the last to arrive, having landed his private jet at the Moscow State Airfield just fifteen minutes earlier. He went to the United Nations yesterday afternoon for a meeting, mainly to discuss the issue of economic cooperation between the Feilu Empire and the small neighboring countries.

The United Nations headquarters is in Geneva City, the Tianou Alliance, and the voyage is very long, so this banquet that has been arranged in his itinerary has been so hurried.

As soon as Bayerov arrived, he came to the stage to apologize and announce the official opening of the banquet.

No journalists were allowed to enter the banquet, and the guards were strengthened, and with the anti-agent consciousness of the Feilu Empire, no agent could be allowed to sneak in.

Bayerov was convinced of this. But he would never know that Meng Yuanchen, who was sitting opposite him at this time, who he regarded as Murong Changyi, was a serious agent who was eight hundred as if he were fake.

"Mr. Murong, I came to the Feilu Empire this time, if there is any inadequate hospitality, please forgive me. Bayerov and Meng Yuanchen sat opposite each other on either side of a small table, with Bayerov holding a red wine glass in his hand and raising it slightly.

Meng Yuanchen is also a person who has seen the world, and he knows that this means to clink glasses with him, so he smiled and said: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be." As he spoke, he got up and respectfully clinked glasses with Bayerov.

Bayerov put down the wine glass, his eyes closed slightly, the tip of his index finger pressed on his temple thoughtfully, and after a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, pointed his index finger at Meng Yuanchen and said excitedly: "The last time you came was three years ago, when you were just qualified to be the director of the intelligence bureau of the Haotian Empire!"

Meng Yuanchen said in his heart, this is really a strange guy, I was shocked, I thought I had revealed some flaws!

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, he was suddenly shocked in his heart, Bayelov was an old fox, could it be that he was testing himself?

Meng Yuanchen didn't know if Murong Changyi had never been to the Feilu Empire three years ago, and he didn't know if he had just been qualified to be the director of the Haotian Empire's Intelligence Bureau at that time, so it was difficult to do it now. If you nod your head and say yes, you may be wrong, and if you shake your head and say you haven't been here, you may still be wrong. How is this good?

This huge amount of thinking only lasted for a second, Meng Yuanchen took a sip of red wine, and said with a wry smile: "Since becoming the director of this intelligence bureau, time has passed quickly, and a few years have been like a day! I see that Mr. Love is also looking old, and he must have been overworked on state affairs in recent years. ”

Meng Yuanchen said this beautifully, he didn't change the topic, he didn't talk nonsense about things he didn't know, and what he said was so natural and emotional, as if he really had a deep friendship with Bayerov.

If Bayerov really wanted to test Meng Yuanchen, I'm afraid he would be embarrassed to repeat the question just now; if Bayerov didn't have any suspicions about Meng Yuanchen in the first place, then he would be even more moved now, hoping to make friends with Meng Yuanchen as a close friend.

But what Bayerov thinks can't be written on the surface, and Meng Yuanchen can't see anything famous from his face with a few faint wrinkles, so he doesn't dare to take it lightly, and is ready to deal with the next question at any time.

"I'm fifty-five years old this year, and I'm going to be old. Bayerov touched the originally yellow and now gray hair on his head, and said with emotion, "One after another, I will slowly forget the time when I am busy." Forget it, let's not talk about business today. ”

Meng Yuanchen nodded and said, "Now should be the time to relax." Here, I'll give Mr. Love!"

"Okay! Cheers!" Bayerov cocked his neck and swallowed half a glass of red wine, and a "coo-dong" sound came from his throat.

Meng Yuanchen also toasted, and after he put down his glass, he looked around and asked, "Has Chekavsky, the director of your intelligence bureau, also arrived?"

"It's all said that you don't talk about business, brother Xian. Bayerov poured Meng Yuanchen a glass of wine, "Accompany my brother and I'll have a few more drinks!"

As he was talking, a noble lady came over with a thin waist twisted, a glass of red wine in her hand, waved it in front of Bayerov's eyes, and said with a smile: "You have patronized and taken care of the guests, and your family has not yet exchanged a few words!"

The noble lady pointed at the slender jade hand, and three or five people on the table over there sat in front of the table, looking a little dead, "Those ministerial-level cadres are all waiting for you there! Why do you have to go over and say a few words!"

Bayerov saw that it was indeed a little inappropriate, so he smiled at Meng Yuanchen and said, "I'm sorry, brother Xian, I've been absent for a while." Then he turned his head and said to the noble lady: "Madam, you go and lead the Murong brothers to find Mr. Che Kaf, both of them are engaged in intelligence work, and they must have a lot of common language." ”

Meng Yuanchen suddenly felt that this Bayerov was not born to be sociable, and he must be very guided by his wife on weekdays.

The lady led Meng Yuanchen around the banquet for a small half circle, and finally found Chekafsky eating fruit in front of a table.

Meng Yuanchen politely walked over to shake hands and greet him, and through his observations, Chekafsky was less than fifty years old, and his face was a little old, and he had experienced vicissitudes but did not have a sense of old calculation.

In fact, the strategy required for intelligence work is not the most important, even if your own plan is not in place, you can become more perfect through the supplement of others. However, if we do not have a heart that can endure loneliness and incomprehension, we will certainly not succeed in intelligence work.

Chekavsky is exactly such a person, who is in a state of extreme tension every day, cannot say a lot of things casually, and faces the possibility of mental breakdown at any time. So he had trouble falling asleep every night and had to rely on sleeping pills for help