Video Bloggers in Meiman

Fortunately, Zhang Ming has passed the age when seeing everything is novel. Although he still has not seen the world, it does not affect him to pretend to be indifferent.

Picking up the sparkling wine handed over by the waiter, Zhang Ming walked slowly in the lobby on the first floor, and pressed the button communicator while no one was paying attention.

"I successfully entered the interior of the cruise ship." Zhang Ming said.

In the communication channel, Michael asked: "Did you find Mr. T?"

"Not yet. I checked the process. There will be an art auction later, and he may appear."

Zhang Ming picked up a piece of chocolate, stuffed it into his mouth, and spoke with the motion of drinking.

"I seem to hear the sound of eating." Trevor, who had been listening for a long time, said.

"Old Cui, return the communicator to me."

Trevor opened Michael's arm, and said curiously: "What do those rich idiots eat? I heard that there is a famous dish in Japan, which is cooked with the fresh feces of girls. See if there is any at the scene. If so, pack a copy for me..."

Michael snatched the communicator back: "Don't pay attention to him, stay vigilant, talk if you need support, we will follow behind the cruise ship."

"Understood." Zhang Ming ended the communication, held the wine glass, and observed the surrounding area.

Looking at the past, the people at the scene are all familiar faces that can be seen on TV: young entrepreneurs, government officials, entertainment stars...

Zhang Ming looked at these "celebrities" one by one. Compared with this politician, his hair was a little more bald, and that female star's buttocks were a little more upturned.From time to time, take two bites of the food carefully prepared by the Michelin chef, which seems to be a secret operation, and it is more chic and relaxed than ordinary tourists.

His state of mind is very peaceful. After all, this operation has a lot of luck, and he doesn't have any clues at hand. Now he just takes one step at a time.

Zhang Ming has no enmity with this Mr. T. If he finds out the situation, he will investigate and shoot some video materials.

Then, the first video of the water.

If he couldn't find it, he would take a few works of art from Huaguo back home, find an opportunity to express them back to the country, and hand them over to the government, which can be regarded as his contribution to the motherland of this world.

Then, you can also watch a video.

Zhang Ming was like an old man taking a walk, he looked around, he ate and ate, until he saw a middle-aged white man with a shoehorn face, he stopped, and the relaxed expression on his face disappeared.

"Guys, I found a 'big fish.'"

"Who?" Michael asked.

Zhang Ming looked at the middle-aged man surrounded by a circle again, and confirmed his identity: "The chairman of the Osborne Group, Norman Osborne."

The Osborn Group is a huge multinational enterprise. Unlike Stark Industries, whose main business direction is the energy and machinery industries, the Osborne Group focuses on the biomedical industry, which ordinary people know little about.

In addition, Norman Osborn has a calm and introverted personality, and is not interested in various interviews and TV programs. In terms of popularity, he is slightly inferior to Tony.

But in terms of corporate strength, Stark Industries and Osborne Group are indistinguishable.

And by coincidence, one of the presidents of the two companies became a superhero: Iron Man; the other became a supervillain: Green Goblin.

But that's a story. For now, Norman Osborn is just an outstanding entrepreneur.

Michael asked, "You think there's something wrong with him?"

"Of course." Zhang Ming said frankly: "He is too conspicuous among this group of people."

One is a business giant capable of influencing the political situation in the United States, and the other is a group of second- and third-tier stars, low-level politicians, and critics, who are not of the same class at all.

Michel said: "I understand. In the words of your country, there is a white swan standing among a group of turkeys."

Zhang Ming's head went down for a few seconds before he realized that what Michael said should be "stand out from the crowd".

"Uh... probably that's what it means."

Thinking of the last time Michael could describe the "smart rabbit has three caves", Zhang Ming considered whether to introduce a reliable speech teacher to Michael after going back.

The third-person camera stared at Norman Osborn in the crowd, and Zhang Ming said: "A dignified chairman of the Osborne Group, who handles thousands of chickens every day, would not attend a dinner of this level, unless...here There's something that appeals to him."

Jingle Bell--

There is a ringing bell on the podium.

A man in his thirties came up to the podium and said, "Gentlemen and ladies, good evening! It's an honor to be with all of you on this wonderful evening."

The host arranged it decently, and the guests gave back applause for their dignity.

"Roy, is this Mr. T's voice?" Zhang Ming asked.

Roy replied: "No, Mr. T's voice is more rigid, like a robot."

The man then briefly introduced the structure of the cruise ship. The first floor is the banquet hall, where guests can enjoy food to their heart's content. If you feel tired, you can go up and rest at any time, and the room card is included in the invitation letter.

Above the fifth floor is the private area, and tourists are not allowed to go there.

"The next step is the most important part of our journey, the art auction. In order to ensure authenticity and fairness, we invited Mr. Fabio to appraise our art."

An old man with white hair stood up and waved to the guests present.

"Who is this uncle?"

As soon as this idea popped into Zhang Ming's mind, there was a sleek young man in a tuxedo behind him, and he excitedly introduced it to the girl beside him.

"He is a famous art appraiser in Italy, Fabio Da Vinci. It is said that his ancestor's lineage can be traced back to the Renaissance. When I was studying in France, I asked this old man for appraisal. He has something to do with him. A chance encounter..."

Zhang Ming put his ears close to listen, as if he was talking to someone else's tour guide when he was traveling.

Of course, he automatically blocked the beeping words behind the young man.