5:35 PM.
Schindler Corporation Headquarters Building in Boston, Massachusetts.
Less than half an hour before the dinner started, luxury cars stopped in front of the red carpet. The guests invited to the dinner could experience the feeling of walking on the red carpet. Yinsen Bentang, who had never participated in such high-society activities, also experienced the feeling of high society.
He was wearing a high-end gray suit, without a female companion, and walked alone on the red carpet to the entrance of the headquarters building.
After handing the dinner invitation to the security guard at the door and confirming that there was no problem, I also received an exquisitely shaped pen.
After arriving at the banquet hall, Yinsen Bentang found a corner seat close to the stage. He had no intention of socializing with others. After making sure there was no one around, he spoke cautiously:
"Claire, I'm in position. How's the situation over there?"
winter.
There was no human voice, but the sound of fingers tapping on the headset.
Yinsen Hondo guessed that Fujiwara Yuu was not in a position to speak at the moment, so he simply kept silent. He would answer him when he could. He leaned against the wall and looked at the invited guests, unable to help but click his tongue.
"...They are all really famous people. I'm afraid I'm not the poorest person here."
In fact, it is true. Yinsen Bentang's external identity is just the president of a clothing company, and the company has been in operation for less than three years. The reason he was invited to the dinner this time is simply because the high-end positioning and avant-garde style are liked by these celebrities. With such a bonus, he barely squeezed into the dinner invitation list.
As for wealth and status, he was definitely at the bottom of the party, very likely the very bottom.
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The dinner was held on the seventh floor of Schindler's company headquarters building. The reason for choosing the seventh floor was probably because in Western culture, the number seven represents luck, so when designing the headquarters building, the dinner hall was deliberately built on the seventh floor.
She was wearing a navy blue work suit and her short golden hair was a little frizzy, but fortunately, she was wearing a work hat to make the wig look less fake.
Fujiwara Yuu disguised himself as a maintenance worker and was allowed to pass after security checked him and confirmed he had no contraband. He carried his maintenance box to the freight elevator reserved for maintenance workers, and when the elevator door opened, he noticed the most advanced surveillance equipment installed in the upper right corner.
He walked into the elevator with a normal expression, pressed the button for the 50th floor, and then closed his eyes as usual, waiting quietly for the elevator to arrive.
After hearing the prompt tone and the sound of the elevator door slowly opening to the side, Fujiwara Yu opened his eyes and walked out. His job today was simple: to perform daily maintenance on the air conditioner in the lounge on the 50th floor.
Of course, that's just the job his character needs to do.
——"Claire, I'm in position. How's the situation on your side?"
Hearing Yinsen Hondou's voice coming from the headset, Fujiwara Yu naturally had no time to answer, because he ran into a company employee as soon as he turned the corner. Fortunately, he was not a troublesome security guard.
As he pretended to lift the hair around his ears, he lightly touched the earphone with his fingertips. After sending the signal, he had to use his acting skills to make the employee in front of him become his "accomplice."
"Hello sir, how do I get to the lounge?" Fujiwara Yuu asked politely in fluent English the tired-looking employee standing in front of the vending machine. Judging from his sparse hair, it was not difficult to guess that he was a programmer who was working overtime.
The clerk yawned lazily, raised his hand and pointed at the sign next to him, looking a little speechless.
Fujiwara Yu naturally saw the sign, and before coming here, he and White had successfully hacked into the computer of the architect who designed the Schindler Company headquarters building and successfully obtained the details of a certain floor.
We even got accurate information: Hiroki Sawada's studio and bedroom were on the top floor of the building, and Thomas Schindler lived one floor below.
"Oh... I'm so sorry to bother you." Fujiwara Yu touched the back of his head with a wry smile. The embarrassment on his face was just right. He did this to leave a little impression and prove that he was indeed here to repair the air conditioner.
He waited for the employee to buy the can of coffee he had been craving and leave before heading towards the lounge near the fire escape, which was a smoking area and had ventilation holes to dissipate the smoke.
Where there are vents, there must be ventilation ducts, and this is the purpose of Fujiwara Yu disguising himself as a maintenance worker.
He has to rely on climbing the ventilation duct to reach the air outlet on the rooftop terrace. This is also the route that is least likely to be discovered. Although it doesn't sound cool, it is very practical.
After making sure that no one came in, Fujiwara Yu quickly took out a screwdriver and shoe covers from the toolbox, put on the shoe covers and stepped on the cabinet against the wall. Because he was too tall, he had to bend his knees to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling.
After quickly removing the screws from the ventilation duct opening and taking down the hollow ventilation panel, he grabbed the vent with both hands, exerted force on his waist and climbed up easily... Well, it was indeed easy to get up, but the process of squeezing his body into the ventilation duct was a bit difficult.
It’s not that he has gained weight recently, but it’s really cramped for him to be squeezed in a narrow ventilation duct with his 1.9-meter height.
But in order for the plan to succeed, it is not impossible to grit your teeth and endure it.
Fujiwara Yu took out a specially customized tool similar to a fishing hook, placed the screws directly on it and probed down through the hollow space of the ventilation plate. He slowly rotated it to screw each screw back in. It was impossible to tell that anyone had ever removed it.
After finishing all this, he pulled off the low-quality golden wig that made his scalp itchy, and secretly made a note of White: For buying a cheap wig, ten percent of this month's bonus will be deducted.
As he crawled forward, he responded to Yinsen Hondo's question into the headset:
"I'm doing fine here. Have you seen the prey you're responsible for?"
"Well, I thought the protagonist of the dinner would appear last, but he arrived early. What surprised me was that he also invited many people from the entertainment industry, such as singers Nick Carter and Hoyin Doroff, as well as Hollywood actor Chrissy Wynyard and her good partner Yinliya Wood."
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Chrissy Wynyard?
Isn't she a Hollywood actress with close ties to the organization?
Fujiwara Yu frowned slightly. He thought of the information that Morifushi Kagemitsu handed to him. It seemed that the organization had a big appetite. While targeting Itakura Taku, they were also unwilling to let go of Schindler's company, which had DNA tracking technology.
Thinking of this, he quickly told Yinsen Bentang the news. After all, he hadn't had time to inform him about Chris's connection with the organization, so he said:
"Herbert, you have one more task."
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