Chapter 1 Chapter 1 "The circuit breaker in Building 8, Room 1304, tripped again,...
"The circuit breaker in room 1304 of building 8 has tripped again. There is something wrong with the main switch. I have told you so many times. Do you think your property management can do anything about it?"
Before I could make any response, the call was suddenly hung up.
Fang Shimian rubbed his eyes tiredly, put down the landline phone that was leaking noise, raised his hand and tapped twice on the keyboard, sending the message to the work group.
In the closed monitoring room, the noise from the operation of several machines was mixed with occasional snoring.
Fang Shimian leaned back slightly in his chair, silently staring at the message he had just sent. Only after he saw someone in the work group send or receive a message did he slowly move his eyes away from the monitor in front of him.
The snoring became louder and louder. Fang Shimian's throat felt itchy. He covered his mouth and coughed briefly a few times before picking up the thermos cup on the table. While getting up to get some water, he raised his eyes and inadvertently saw a familiar figure on another monitor, the elevator surveillance screen.
Fang Shimian paused for a moment, stared at the surveillance camera to confirm again, then turned around and shouted into the buzzing fire control consoles, "Brother Long, Manager Yang is coming down."
The increasingly intense snoring was interrupted for a moment and suddenly became silent. A few seconds later, a few tired curses were faintly heard from the machine. Fang Shimian pushed away the chair and walked two steps to the side, putting the thermos cup in a large metal cabinet.
With the sound of the password being unlocked, the outermost door of the monitoring room was opened. Fang Shimian stood back beside the chair and put the notebook on the table aside.
"Don't worry, Mr. Ke. We recently upgraded our equipment to high-definition surveillance. We are sure we can see who did it."
The manager in a dark property uniform had a flattering smile on his face as he carefully led a young man in a suit and tie into the monitoring room. Behind the two were several security guards from the order department. The young man had a serious look on his face and barely responded to the manager's words.
The manager saw that Fang Shimian was the only one standing there, wearing an intern vest. He subconsciously frowned, but did not ask anything. He just said, "Go and adjust the surveillance of parking space 186, starting at 1 a.m. last night."
As soon as he finished speaking, two people in property management uniforms walked in. Manager Yang looked back and became more anxious. He glared at Fang Shimian and urged him impatiently, "Hurry up, why are you still standing there?"
The monitoring room, which was usually seldom visited by outsiders, became crowded. The air, which was already stale, became even more turbid. There was no sound of talking, and all eyes were focused on Fang Shimian.
Fang Shimian's palms were sweating and his body was a little stiff. His brain, which was originally a little dizzy, now felt like it was stirred into cement, with a terrifying feeling of dizziness and loss of control.
He turned around, held the mouse, and clicked on several underground garage surveillance images, all of which were of other parking spaces.
As he quickly switched the screen, the other two leaders walked behind him, and Manager Yang's face darkened at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.
"This kid has just been here for a short time..." Manager Yang turned to the two smart leaders beside him with a stiff smile, but his eyes were wandering and finally fell lightly on the young man.
Finally, a parking space marked with number 186 appeared on the screen, with the windshield of the black car parked there shattered.
The camera zoomed in and saw a Mercedes Benz.
Fang Shimian lowered his head, his temples wet with sweat, half of his face was pressed into his collar, and the hand pressing on the mouse looked an unhealthy white under the light from the monitor.
He adjusted the date, started watching from early morning, and clicked on quadruple playback.
At this time, the black car parked in the parking space was still intact. Fang Shimian was pushed away by the manager. The young man stepped forward and the manager hurriedly pushed the seat over.
"No need." Ming Ke didn't sit down.
The manager looked down at the badly worn old chair with annoyance, then silently pushed it aside and moved it next to Fang Shimian.
A few minutes later, several young men who were obviously drunk walked into the surveillance camera.
Fang Shimian took two steps forward to adjust the multiplier, then retreated silently.
I saw five or six people staggering towards the black Mercedes. I don’t know what the person walking in front said, but they suddenly stopped and looked at a man in a white down jacket. The man had his hands in his pockets and his back to the surveillance camera.
Then, as if they had received an order, those people kicked and smashed the hood of the Mercedes-Benz.
The whole process lasted only two minutes, and it happened in the basement late at night, just in time to avoid the patrolling security guard.
The man in the white down jacket stood there quietly and watched. When the group of people got out of the car laughing and joking, the man raised his head and looked around. When the drunks happily put their arms around his shoulders, he leaned against one of them affectionately, his eyes just looking at the surveillance camera.
The not-so-clear picture quality couldn't hide that slightly arrogant face.
Fang Shimian froze the picture at this moment.
The manager raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, glanced fiercely at the pale-faced order supervisor standing at the back, turned around and asked in an extremely respectful tone, "Mr. Ke, do you think we need to call the police?"
After seeing the man's face and his slightly provocative eyes clearly, Ming Ke's expression became a little complicated. He frowned, thought for a moment and said no, then walked back a few steps, took out his mobile phone and quickly made a call.
"Boss Huo, the one who smashed the car was..."
The two managers standing nearby looked at each other in bewilderment. They became even more nervous and hurriedly followed Ming Ke out of the monitoring room, "Mr. Ke...Mr. Ke!"
Fang Shimian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that everyone had left. He picked up his phone and checked the time. There was still half an hour until lunch time.
There was a noise coming from a machine that was making a constant noise nearby, and dull, regular footsteps were coming from the insulated floor behind me, getting closer and closer.
"Eh? Old Yang and the others are gone?" Xu Long came out wearing a thick coat, glanced at Fang Shimian, lowered his head and asked as he put on his coat, "Why is your face so red? Are you sick?"
"No." Fang Shimian raised his head and took a big sip of water, then shook his head in the direction of Xu Long and said slowly, "The manager and the others will be here soon."
He put down the cup of water and saw Xu Long still lowering his head and pulling the zipper of his clothes.
Xu Long is a burly man, very tall and fat, with a round face and a round belly. His dark uniform jacket is very tight to him.
Seeing that he hadn't fixed it for a long time, Fang Shimian was bending down to help Xu Long pull out the fabric stuck in the zipper when the door of the monitoring room was suddenly pushed open.
Fang Shimian didn't expect them to come back so soon, and looked towards the gate in surprise.
This was the first time that Fang Shimian saw the managers who usually acted arrogantly showing such fawning smiles and gestures. The custom-made light gray uniforms used to distinguish classes were finally integrated into the service industry, hunched over and grovelling like their masters.
Xu Long couldn't zip up his clothes, so he just opened his clothes, frowned and looked over there, and snorted, "I don't know which god came to our monitoring room to show off his power."
Fang Shimian didn't say anything. He moved a little closer to Xu Long without leaving a trace, secretly retracting his gaze, and silently began to wonder whether to eat in the cafeteria or go out for noodles for lunch today.
The property managers outside welcomed in a young man in a suit and tie. Mr. Ke led the man inside. Fang Shimian lowered his head, but inexplicably felt a gaze following him, and subconsciously buried his face even lower.
Because Xu Long was there, Fang Shimian felt at ease to lower his presence. He stood at the edge of the crowd, in the most inconspicuous position, while Xu Long stood in front to answer Manager Yang's questions.
After the man watched the surveillance video again, the atmosphere in the monitoring room became noticeably quieter. At first there was some subtle noise, but now it was completely silent, and the roar of the machine was like a sharp thorn repeatedly piercing the eardrum.
At this rate, he would probably not be able to make it in time for lunch in the cafeteria. Fang Shimian checked the time, turned off his phone, and was glad that today was Wednesday.
"Mr. Zhu... should we call the police?" one of the managers asked. No one knew why the vice president of Hengshi Group looked so bad after watching the surveillance video.
His last name is Zhu? This last name is quite rare. Fang Shimian was a little fascinated by the black scratches on the insulating floor under his feet.
After a short, suffocating silence, the man spoke, his tone gentle, "Send me a copy of the video, don't worry about the rest."
Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief. Hengshi Group has developed rapidly in recent years and has achieved remarkable results in various fields. Among them, it has a hidden monopoly in chip intelligence, biomedicine and other aspects. It is so easy to have a chance to make friends with the top management of such a behemoth. Who would not rush to curry favor with it?
Of course, Xu Long would not be stupid enough to ask the manager whether it was legal to copy the surveillance video privately at this time. He walked forward, copied the video in a few seconds, and directly took out an empty USB flash drive to store it and handed it to him.
Fang Shimian came back to his senses from his confused thoughts and vaguely noticed that gaze again. He subconsciously thought that it was Xu Long looking for him, so he raised his head and looked in Xu Long's direction.
But unexpectedly, another pair of eyes met.
It wasn't Xu Long who was looking at him.
It was not until then that Fang Shimian finally saw clearly the face of Mr. Zhu, the last person to be welcomed in.
He was gentle and handsome, and even though he looked a little annoyed, his eyes still held a hint of unintentional gentleness, and he was calm and stable, just as before.
After seeing each other clearly, they were both stunned.
"Xiao Mian?" Zhu Ze raised the last line of his voice, with a hint of disbelief.
Several managers present were a little overwhelmed. Mr. Zhu, who had been so low-key and unapproachable just now, actually knew a surveillance intern who had no presence here.
It seems like they have a pretty good relationship.
Ming Ke, who was standing next to Zhu Ze, had a slightly changed expression. He looked at Fang Shimian calmly, then quickly glanced at Zhu Ze, and then moved his gaze to the surveillance monitor beside him.
Manager Yang looked at Fang Shimian in doubt and was a little unsure about the situation.
Fang Shimian shuddered slightly. He never expected to meet Zhu Ze here.
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