I fall in love by brushing questions [unlimited]

The patrol time of the darts assists and covers Xing Duo. "

"And in case of any unexpected situation, Fatty will activate the hotel's fire alarm system to cause chaos, and Xing Duo will take the opportunity to leave under the cover of Yuan Ye."

Tan Guangxi turned his gaze to the younger brothers in front of him: "Any questions?"

The younger brothers looked at each other, then shook their heads.

Tan Guangxi closed the laptop in his hand with a 'snap': "Then get ready to start work."

Except for Tan Guangxi, the rest of the boys all went back to Fatty's basement for the final special training.

And Tan Guangxi was standing in front of the mirror in the hotel room—less than half an hour before the dinner party tonight—he was slandering why there was a banquet every day, and how many teachers did this set of questions have? □□Yes, while straightening the tie on the collar of the shirt, he turned and left the room, heading towards the banquet hall.

By the time Tan Guangxi arrived at the banquet hall, many guests had already arrived early.

As he took the champagne brought by the waiter, he looked around calmly: This is the largest and most luxurious banquet hall in Xingbai Hotel, and it is also the banquet hall with the best view. Looking out, you can have a panoramic view of the whole city, and the New Year's Eve dinner will also be held here three days later.

His gaze moved from the huge floor-to-ceiling glass to the wall clock hanging on the wall: it was a huge antique wall clock, and the entire case of the wall clock was made of brass.

Tan Guangxi looked down at the time, it was less than two and a half hours before twelve o'clock.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a voice behind him that seemed somewhat familiar: "Guangxi?"

Tan Guangxi turned his head and saw a man in a suit and holding a wine glass standing behind him. He quickly recalled that the other party was called Zou Cunming, and he met him when he attended a charity dinner. Photographed several collections.

Tan Guangxi smiled slightly: "Mr. Zou, what a coincidence."

"I saw you were very busy before, and thought I would not see you after the charity dinner." Zou Cunming had a bright personality, and seemed very happy to see Tan Guangxi: "Are you staying here for the New Year's Eve too?"

"Yes," Tan Guangxi said with a smile, "I heard that this year's New Year's Eve party will be very lively."

"No, I heard that in order to celebrate the New Year's Eve, Miss Moise will also appear at the party that day and personally light the New Year's fireworks when twelve o'clock strikes."

Tan Guangxi's eyes moved slightly, and he turned his gaze to the direction of the huge floor-to-ceiling glass in the banquet hall: "It must be very beautiful to watch the fireworks from here."

"Yes," Zou Cunming also smiled and looked towards the floor-to-ceiling glass: "This is the most lively time of the year," he said, then turned to look at Tan Guangxi, and raised his glass to him: "When the time comes You must come!"

Tan Guangxi also raised his glass to him with a smile, and then took a sip to his lips: "That's for sure."

Zou Cunming also took a sip of wine. At this time, there was a slight commotion at the entrance of the banquet hall. He looked towards the gate and was stunned for a moment: "Mr. Fu is here."

Tan Guangxi followed his gaze and saw Fu Bochong walking from the direction of the gate in a dark suit that was tailored and slim.

He didn't bring bodyguards by his side, he just walked in alone, but with broad shoulders and long legs, and a sharp demeanor, he was still very eye-catching.

As soon as Fu Bochong walked in, several guests walked towards him with wine glasses and chatted enthusiastically with him.

Zou Cunming turned his gaze back and sighed: "Mr. Fu is really a young talent. He took over the family business at a young age, and he has made great achievements when he first entered the business circle."

Tan Guangxi didn't speak, but lowered his head and took a sip of his wine.

Zou Cunming praised Fu Bochong lavishly, including his extraordinary business acumen, precise investment vision, vigorous and resolute attitude to work, etc., and his emotions were as sincere as if he had received money from Qiafan.

After blowing it up, even Tan Guangxi couldn't stand it: so what, it's so bad, you are an npc with such sincere feelings, you want to hit the Golden Horse Award or something.

Zou Cunming seemed to sense that Tan Guangxi was absent-minded, so he asked, "By the way, Guangxi, do you know Mr. Fu?"

The expression on Tan Guangxi's face remained unchanged, and he took another sip of wine from his glass: "I don't know."

"That's okay," Zou Cunming said enthusiastically, "Mr. Fu and I are quite familiar, and I'll introduce you to each other later."

Tan Guangxi immediately choked on the wine, coughing 'cough cough cough'.

Zou Cunming was taken aback, and while handing him a handkerchief, he patted his back: "What's the matter, are you okay?"

Tan Guangxi shook his head: "It's okay."

At this time Zou Cunming heard footsteps, he turned his head and saw Fu Bochong walking towards them.

Zou Cunming has always admired Fu Bochong, so he was very happy at this time, and immediately greeted Fu Bochong warmly: "Mr. Fu."

Fu Bochong had met Zou Cunming several times, and he nodded politely at this time: "Mr. Zou, long time no see."

Zou Cunming clinked glasses with Fu Bochong and chatted happily.

"Oh, that's right." Zou Cunming seemed to think of something, and turned his head to greet Tan Guangxi, but found that Tan Guangxi who was standing behind him had disappeared at some point.

Zou Cunming touched the hair on the back of his head: "It's strange, he was still here just now..."

Seeing Fu Bochong slightly questioning his eyes, Zou Cunming smiled: "It's okay, I wanted to introduce you to a friend of mine, maybe he went to the bathroom."

"By the way," Zou Cunming asked, "Where did you talk just now?"

Zou Cunming chatted with Fu Bochong for a while before leaving. He walked around the banquet hall twice before finally finding Tan Guangxi who was eating cake in the corner.

"So you are here, let me look for you for a long time," Zou Cunming walked towards him: "Where did you go just now?"

Tan Guangxi said: "I just went to the bathroom."

"I wanted to introduce you to Mr. Fu." Zou Cunming looked around a few times, but he couldn't see Fu Bochong, so he shook his head: "Forget it, next time."

Tan Guangxi looked calm, and stuffed another piece of cake into his mouth, and asked, "You just talked about the supervisor of the hotel that collapsed a few days ago, what happened after that?"

"Yes! Let me tell you that the supervisor is really miserable..."

Tan Guangxi chatted with Zou Cunming for a while, and when someone came to greet Zou Cunming again, he looked down at the time: it was less than ten minutes before twelve o'clock.

He and Zou Cunming agreed and left.

Tan Guangxi found a quiet corner with few people, and took out two things in his arms, one was a precision electronic watch and the other was a miniature decibel meter.Then he raised his eyelids and looked at the huge brass clock on the wall, staring at the slowly moving minute hand on the dial of the clock.

Just when the minute hand of the wall clock moved to the twelve o'clock position, the wall clock made a loud 'boom' sound, and at the same time, Tan Guangxi pressed the reset button of the electronic watch in his hand and the micro The switch of the decibel meter.

89. Flame Hotel 12

◎Are you really the fat man I know whose grades are not as good as Lao Yuan who has been crushed by me all the time? ◎

After Tan Guangxi left the banquet hall, he didn't go back to his room, but drove directly to the fat man's basement.

It was already past midnight at this time, but the lights in the basement were brightly lit, and the younger brothers were busy reviewing their tasks.

Seeing Tan Guangxi, Yuan Ye immediately stood up from his seat and walked towards him: "Boss," he called out, "Are you finished?"

Tan Guangxi responded, handed him the decibel meter and electronic watch, and asked by the way, "Where's the fat man?"

"Still synthesizing the volume in the room."

Tan Guangxi nodded: "I'll go find him."

When the innermost door was pushed open, the fat man was sitting on the bed with his stubby legs crossed. The laptop was in front of him, and his fingers were tapping on the keyboard.

His face was a little tired, his eyes were slightly black and blue, and his fat chin had even lost a lot of weight.

Hearing the sound, he raised his head and glanced at the door, seeing that it was Tan Guangxi, he yawned big: "Boss, you are back."

Tan Guangxi said 'hmm': "The things are for Lao Yuan."

The fat man nodded wearily: "Okay, just ask him to help me extract the data to the computer first. I have a lot of work on hand and I can't be busy."

Tan Guangxi made a cup of instant coffee and brought it to him, the fat man took it and drank it like a cow's drink: "Thanks, boss."

"How complete is it?"

"According to the data of the fireworks model I got, I made a simulation of the sound volume when the fireworks bombs popped up, and compared the sound loss of the sound channels based on the distance from the banquet hall and the guest room corridor on the 65th floor to the fireworks launch point shown on the hotel drawings. The fireworks shells will be launched twelve times according to the twelve o'clock bell in the banquet hall, and then superimposed on the volume of the bell in the banquet hall, the decibel threshold of the banquet hall and the decibel threshold of the corridor can be calculated."

Xing Duo just came into the room with a plate of melons at this time, and when he heard the fat man's words, he was so scared that he almost dropped half of the melons in his hand: "Fuck, fat man! You are really not as good as the old man I know. Is Yuan the fat man who has been crushed by me?"

Why do these babbling technical terms come out of your mouth?

The fat man ignored him, grabbed a piece of melon from the plate in his hand, and gnawed on it.

At this time, Xing Duo went to the computer screen to take a closer look, only to find that the long paragraph just now was the other party's reply in the chat dialog box, and the fat man just followed the hacker's reply.