musicians of old

Chapter 107 Confirmation of Identity
Under the eyes of everyone, the "translator" sat diagonally across from Fanning and next to Joan.

"I didn't expect Fabian to appear here so directly? What's his intention?..." Fan Ning's behavior was unmoved, but his brain was running fast.

Even before the party started, the variables exceeded all the situations listed by Fanning and Joan.

"...If you want to replace Professor Lorraine as a "translator" without violating harmony, similar physical appearance and voice are prerequisites, but on the other hand, you also need to be able to match the various situations of previous gatherings...If you want to achieve the future For the latter, may I assume that Fabian and Lorraine have been sharing the progress of the party smoothly all this time?…”

"No matter what the reason is, there is a big trouble, that is..."

Fan Ning looked at the little girl next to "Translator" Fabian.

With her distinctive voice and figure, she only participates in underground gatherings normally, which can only be regarded as a moderate risk - the intersection of public life is a small probability event, even false and real, and many people will think it is some kind of deliberate means of camouflage.

But what if there was a dean of her own courtyard sitting next to her?
Fan Ning looked worried. If Fabian's understanding of underground gatherings is unimpeded, it means that he is familiar with the past performance of "Purple Bean Cake", and as the dean of the School of Literature and History and a member of the investigation team of the Lorraine incident , he has the impression of "Joan".

The only thing that is not clear is whether there is any connection between "Purple Bean Cake" and "Joan" from his perspective.

The gazes of Fanning and the girl behind the mask met each other, with some extremely slight head raising and chin tapping.

He felt that Joan should have understood that she needed to use as few words as possible in the next communication, so as not to impress.

"Then the party begins." Sylvia's opening remarks were even simpler than last time, "Needs? Offers? Commission progress? The time must be fast. Anyone who wants to speak at the front can do it himself."

So the agent took the lead to ask: "Which friend needs 'Golden Sparks'?"

Fanning pressed the envelope on the table and pushed it over: "1000 pounds of banknotes, count them."

"Mr. Mendeleev, don't you need to take a look at the items first?" the agent asked.

"Didn't you wait for you to give it to me?" Fanning leaned back in the seat with a relaxed expression, showing that this was just a common deal.

The sparkling golden spark was taken out by the agent, and it arrived at the perfumer first, followed by Fan Ning a few seconds later.

The small disc is as black as ink, and its color is similar to metal. Under the spiritual perception, it has an earthy yellow light and shadow. The position where the finger touches for a long time will heat up rapidly, and it is necessary to change the grip frequently in the non-sealed state.

After putting it away, Fan Ning asked casually with a smile, "Speaking of which, is your company still taking orders for soundtracks? Are you interested in making a big deal?"

"..." The manager was puzzled for several seconds.

This kind of information is between personal privacy and public identity, but it is not a big secret. At this moment, he was asked lightly. His first reaction was fear, and his second reaction was puzzlement. But fortunately, this The topic has nothing to do with mysticism, and the tone and position of the other party is like a customer...

In the end, he dispelled his excessive sense of vigilance: "I have been picking up before, but it may be inconvenient recently. I don't know how long it will take to get back to normal..." After speaking here, he tentatively asked: "I don't know Mr. Mendeleev, Why do you know so much about the company’s business domain?”

Fanning's response seemed to cover both of his concerns: "Maybe you'll be able to go back to business when the SWAT guys are gone in the middle of next month."

At the same time, his peripheral vision has been focused on the "translator" Fabian, but he didn't notice any special reaction.

The agent couldn't help asking: "Mr. Mendeleev knows the movements of the Special Patrol Office?"

His words express the doubts and even vigilance in the hearts of several people.

Fan Ning said with a smile: "When I was inquiring about the intelligence of the Special Patrol Office, I accidentally got leftovers and shared them among friends for free."

The manager's identity was scammed, and when Fan Ning responded with a smile, he actually had a strong killing intent in his heart. Of course, a calmer person would not pull out a pistol here, but his planned time is close at hand up.

After hearing Fan Ning's words, the others breathed a sigh of relief, but the manager was still a little suspicious: "The news I got is that the Bologna School is coming to investigate the Red Onyx Culture Media Company on February 2th. According to my husband, it was replaced by a special inspection hall?"

But when he thought that this action time coincided with the "mid-month" mentioned by Mendeleev, he was relieved: the matter may be the same thing, and these official schools are used to reporting to the Special Patrol Office, which is also considered a routine operation.

"Since the news of this investigation has been double-confirmed, the accuracy is very high...and Mendeleev actually has his own identity correspondence in the information obtained? It seems that the Special Inspection Office has more information than I imagined. It is indeed necessary to speed up the progress of the work, and then selectively transferred."

Thinking of this, the manager thanked Fan Ning, and then said to the woman sitting in the first place: "Miss Sylvia, the progress that was behind before has actually been quite fast in the past two months, but Mr. Mendeleev just now What I shared, the guys from the special patrol office will come to make trouble again recently..."

Sylvia sneered: "In short, you have accidents every time."

The manager's forehead was sweating slightly: "I must find a way to make up for the lagging progress, ma'am."

He also cursed bad luck in his heart. Since the two right-hand men died inexplicably while performing the secret ceremony in the music academy, there are only three people with knowledge left in the city's secret assembly point, and the other two are believers who have been promoted in a hurry , under the lack of resources, Sylvia failed to meet Sylvia's expectations every time.

"Next one."

"Since I have opened my mouth, let me continue." Fan Ning smiled slightly, "Old topics, old needs, information about the Special Patrol Office and the Abnormal Area. The 'candle' phase is 15% pure brilliant psychic fluid, [-]ml. "

He put a small black vial on the conference table, and when the lid was opened and closed briefly, golden flames rose.

Joan on the opposite side raised her little hand.

"Miss Purple Bean Cake really has new findings." Fan Ning pushed the vial to the opposite side, "You seem to have been writing an outline just now, right? Let me see if you are interested."

In the next two to three minutes, Fan Ning took the pieces of paper from Joan several times, put forward his own points of interest and revision requirements, finally finalized the framework, and took out 15ml of spiritual liquid again.

"I'm very satisfied, let's expand according to this, and have another bottle." He folded his hands on his chest and leaned back.

"Thank you." Joan's voice was as small as a mosquito.

Seeing the scene in front of them, several people sighed: "Mr. Mendeleev is as persistent and forthright as ever in the fight against the Special Patrol Office."

Sylvia, who has been observing silently, seems to have reconfirmed Fanning's motivation and position for attending the conference.

She continued: "Next."

Seeing that Silvia's eyes fell on him, the experience officer went on to speak: "You can rest assured about our progress, although there was an accident caused by those nosy guys from the Guidance School a year ago, but Next, I can finish the finishing work with my eyes closed...Hey, frankly speaking, because I am too relaxed, I am still in the state of New Year's vacation. I came here today, purely to try my luck, to see if I can find something I like..."

Sylvia nodded again: "Next."

Her golden mask looked at the "Translator".

　Thank you for the monthly ticket for digging potatoes~Thank you for the reward of Jiufeng Dumpling~Thank you for the pigeon of the white night, filling the monthly ticket of Xiaosheng with your heart~
　　I found the reason for Calvin, and I felt very uncomfortable. It was at the winding stage of the first volume, and the outline of the next few plots was clearly written, but now I am repeatedly jumping back and forth on the issue of narrative order and narrative details. I often code out one or two thousand characters, and then I cut it down to six or seven hundred, which makes me feel very depressed.

　　But in short, I don’t want water. I will think about the structure again at night. Naturally, several important events must be written in detail. I will try to use generalizations instead of scenes for transitional plots to speed up the pace. The first volume will strive for more than [-] chapters. Finish
　　
　
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