Chapter 70

The annual gathering of the white night manor, in the final analysis, is a gathering where the leaders on the road decide the interests of the whole South and even the national highways around Anxia. Naturally, the participants are dignitaries of all parties, including even official people.

Feiyun Club reached its peak in Shang Feiyun's father's generation. For a time, it even dominated the whole South and spread to all countries in the south. Therefore, Feiyun club has been hosting this conference in the early years.

After that, Shang's father was suddenly killed. Although it was interrupted for several years, Shang Feiyun soon held up the flying cloud meeting again. Nowadays, the power of Feiyun club is much lower than that of her father, but most leaders of all parties are willing to give Shang Feiyun this face, so Feiyun club has been organizing the conference in recent years.

Divide up interests, discuss all kinds of things in the new year, and... Solve grievances.

The authorities have not yet tried to control these Taoist forces, but it does not mean that they can act arbitrarily. Even if there are any grievances, most of them are solved privately. If it goes too far, affecting the ordinary people and public security and even provoking the official, we can't blame the officials for not giving face.

Therefore, this conference is also a good opportunity to solve the grievances of various forces.

Lengsa sat in the corner of the second floor and looked at a group of big people below with great interest. They were red in the face and turned upside down.

Fu Yucheng and Zheng Ying sat among these people like two little white rabbits who had entered the wolf pack. Fu Fengcheng didn't know where he was. Obviously, he didn't mean to attend such a meeting.

Lengsa found his target figure in the crowd, a bald head who looked rich but not amiable in a long shirt.

When the atmosphere of the venue was the most tense, Leng SA saw that the bald head withdrew from the crowd at will. His identity is not high among these big men. At present, the people present are either busy quarreling or watching quarrels. No one pays attention to his departure.

Even if he noticed, I'm afraid he just thought he was going to the bathroom.

Watching him leave the hall, Leng SA smiled and got up to leave.

In the long corridor on the left side of the villa, the bald head looked back and saw that there was no one behind. He immediately walked quickly to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

When he came out of the toilet and washed his hands by the sink, a young man with ordinary appearance who could not attract others' attention came in.

They looked at each other, glanced sideways at a toilet compartment behind them, turned and walked out.

When he went out, the young man went over, opened the door of the compartment, went in, and came out after a long time.

Lengsa leaned leisurely against the wall and watched the two people come out one after another. She sighed helplessly.

She's a silver fox. She's even guarding by the man's toilet. It's a big loss.

He watched the bald head quietly return to the hall, just as he left quietly. The young man did not go back. He was just an attendant and was not qualified to attend the meetings of the big men.

"Oh!"

The young man walked very fast. At the corner, he collided head-on with a girl carrying a plate in the same hurry, and was immediately sprinkled with the wine in the tray.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir!" the girl was startled. Ignoring her own wine, she quickly stretched out her hand to wipe it for the young man.

The young man stepped back and stopped her before she met herself. "What are you doing?"

The girl blushed with shame. "I'm sorry, sir. I... Miss Wang asked me to send something to her room. I left quickly in a hurry. Please don't tell the steward. I... I can't live without this job."

The young man looked at her suspiciously. Seeing that the girl's red eyes were full of panic, he waved his hand, "OK, you go."

The girl bowed repeatedly and hurriedly cleaned up the things on the ground, "thank you, sir, thank you, sir."

The young man gave a dark scold and turned away.

Lengsa poked out a head from behind the wall at the corner, bingo! It's you!

The young man hurried back to his resting room, closed the door and looked around warily to make sure there was no one in the room. Then he hurriedly took out a paper roll sealed with oil paper from the wet clothes lining bag. I was relieved when I opened the paper roll and found that it was not wet at all.

He looked down at a stain on his chest. The man put the folded paper into a notebook cover and then put it into his briefcase. Then he took off his clothes and went into the bathroom to take a bath.

The sound of water soon came from the bathroom. A moment later, the door of the room was quietly pushed open. The person who opened the door hesitated for a moment and made sure that the person inside was in the bathroom. The door opened wide and a figure flashed in.

Lengsa accurately locked the briefcase with a coat on the sofa, and his gloved hands found what they needed from it in less than two minutes.

When I opened it, I couldn't help rolling my eyes: what kind of baby do I think I am, wasting my girl's feelings!

If it were other drawings, lengsa might be confused, but this is a design drawing of a rapid fire machine gun. You only need to look at it. If the design on this drawing is finished, it will improve a lot than the best performance on the market. No wonder Fu Fengcheng wants it.

But this thing is meaningless to lengsa.

Once his eyes turned, lengsa didn't take the drawing away.

A smile full of malicious banter appeared in his eyes. Lengsa backhanded took out a hairpin on his head and unscrewed it. A few drops of light blue liquid dripping on the drawing quickly penetrated into the drawing and spread. But in a moment, the core of the drawing became blurred. Lengsa put the hairpin back, put the things back intact, put the clothes and briefcase back as they were, checked the scene, and then got up and quietly retreated out.

Lengsa happily hummed and returned to the original corner of the play. The excitement in the hall still hasn't stopped.

"Miss Leng? Why are you here alone?"

Lengsa looked back at the man who came towards him with a happy face and slightly raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Zhou?"

"Unexpectedly, Miss Leng still remembers me? Why don't I buy Miss Leng a drink?"

Lengsa glanced downstairs, "won't Mr. Zhou listen?"

Zhou Maocheng disagreed. "What's there to hear? A bunch of people are just boring and quarrelling."

Leng SA smiled and didn't speak. Of course, she knew that Zhou Maocheng's identity couldn't be put into words on such an occasion.

"Miss Leng is boring alone. How about finding a quiet place to have a drink?" Zhou Maocheng asked with a smile.

Lengsa glanced at him for a moment and said with a smile, "I don't drink."

"White night villa is not only wine."

Lengsa thought and nodded, "OK, it's too noisy here. Go to the back garden."

Zhou Maocheng's eyes brightened. He followed lengsa and Xu Shaoming to the back garden, but he didn't find anyone. Now the lady invited him in person. Does that mean

"No problem, Miss Leng, please."