"The agents who joined in the past few years haven't even seen you before. They're all curious and want to see how fierce you are."
The General Bureau of International Investigation, IBI, was established quite early. It had a basic structure at the beginning of the 20th century, but it was only a prototype.
It wasn't until the second half of the 20th century, when the Internet appeared, that IBI completely appeared in front of the public.
However, due to the lack of elite manpower, IBI's prestige wasn't high.
Under the unremitting efforts of many elders, it took another 20 years for IBI to achieve its current prestige.
There were many investigation bureaus, but this was the only one that could be called international.
However, after so many years, the elders were also old. Even if they wanted to, they couldn't manage it forever.
Therefore, three years ago, there was an unprecedented rebellion in IBI.
There were many factions in IBI from various countries, and they were all elites.
At that level, it was difficult for anyone to convince the masses.
Therefore, IBI reached the point of splitting. Once it split, the General Bureau of International Investigation would no longer exist, and the hidden darkness would also be exposed.
The elders had a headache, but there was nothing they could do.
Until two years ago, a man came to IBI.
He was very young, only 20 years old.
With thunderous methods and momentum, he dealt with all the rebel forces in IBI.
He reorganized the broken overall situation, and it was even more ironclad than before.
It was unbelievable.
After that, the elders were able to retire and transfer their power.
It was also in these two years that IBI's prestige rose again, and all the evil forces trembled in fear.
As long as one was on IBI's wanted list, there was basically no one left out.
Whether it was the tycoons of Continent O, the top families in the Imperial Capital, or other international forces, they all knew that IBI had a new officer.
He didn't have the position of director, but the director was still his subordinate.
However, other than the director and a limited number of detectives, no one else in IBI had seen this officer.
Even if they had seen him before, they didn't know what he looked like.
Because every time he appeared in IBI, he didn't show his real face.
Therefore, according to their estimates, this officer was also a disguise master, but they didn't know if he was on NOK's list of disguises.
IBI recruited new agents every year. The difficulty of the selection examination was no less than Norton University's examination.
Norton University also has quite a few psychology graduates.
Last year, their superior had at least come up with a set of questions.
This year, they didn't even bother to come up with the questions. Instead, they bought a set from Norton University.
But how could Norton University give them their internal logic questions so easily?
As a result, they had no choice but to post a reward on the NOK forum.
In the end, another piece of gossip about the inspector was leaked, and the bigwigs in the forum discussed it excitedly for a long time.
The first thing Fu Yunshen heard was not the voice coming from the old black phone. He turned around.
He met the girl's eyes.
Fu Yunshen was a little startled, obviously not expecting her to come at this time.
He first hung up the phone in his hand, then walked to the table and picked up the old-fashioned mobile phone.
"Then show them the lions in the animal world." Fu Yunshen narrowed his peach blossom eyes and changed into a cynical tone. He said lazily, "I'm more handsome and ferocious than a lion. I might even be more powerful."
The inspector on the other end of the phone was speechless.
He shouldn't have had any hope.
Fu Yunshen put down both phones and walked to the door.
The man's expression didn't change much, and his eyes were relaxed.
He was still the hedonistic young master who could capture the attention of everyone in Hu City just by standing on the street.
It was naturally a romantic relationship.
Fu Yunshen leaned over slightly and took the medicine bottle from the girl's hand naturally. "Don't you want to ask anything?"
He would be wary of anyone.
But he had never been wary of her.
"Mm —" Ying Zijin nodded slightly. "Look, I have no power or influence. What if he catches us?"
"…"
"Little kid, you're going overboard again." Fu Yunshen's slender fingers curled slightly and tapped her forehead lightly. "Why didn't I realize that your memory is so good?"
They had met for the first time, and he had casually said something, and she remembered it until now?
"Everything I do depends on my mood." Ying Zijin yawned and said unhurriedly, "Why isn't there any gossip about you in the NOK forum?"
That was because many hunters on the list were on the IBI's key watch list.
As long as it wasn't illegal, it was fine.
Otherwise, if there were any unusual movements, the IBI's agents would come down from the sky.
It was as if they had just inserted a straw into a cup of milk tea on the subway and had yet to drink it, and the staff had already come to give them a ticket.
That was why hunters hated the IBI, but sometimes they needed the IBI's help.
In the midst of love and hate, they had no choice but to take the gossip of the inspectors as their entertainment.
Fu Yunshen leaned against her opposite, his peach blossom eyes deep and charming.
His cold and fair skin against his crimson lips formed a great contrast, and he looked like a seductive devil.
"I have no choice." He raised his eyebrows. "I have to keep myself clean."
"I've given you the medicine, I'll go back first." Ying Zijin didn't ask any more questions and nodded. "Rest well."
"Yaoyao, there's no hurry." Fu Yunshen seemed to be deep in thought, and the corners of his eyes curved as he smiled. "I haven't seen Uncle for a long time, I'll send you off."
**
The Capital.
After Mrs. Mu got the design from Chen Zhou, she handed it over to her mother's clothing company — Chinese Embroidery.
Chinese embroidery's main focus was the ancient style of ink painting, and this set of design was also in line with the concept of Chinese embroidery.
Mrs. Mu's younger sister, Ke Hui-chu, was the chairman of Chinese Embroidery, and was also a designer.
"Sister, who drew this?" Ke Hui-chu couldn't stop praising. "The design is really bold, but it's also very ingenious. The artist has a strong foundation in drawing."
"Chen Zhou met a rich young lady in Hu City." Mrs. Mu took a sip of tea. "She hasn't graduated from high school, not bad indeed."
"A rich young lady in Hu City?" Ke Hui-chu understood immediately. "It seems like she wants to use this opportunity to curry favor with Chen Zhou and get into Family Mu's good books."
"How is that possible? Just let her think about it. " Mrs. Mu put down her teacup and said with contempt, "The only families that can compare to Family Mu are the Nie family and the other two families. The other families are not worthy at all."
Family Mu had a history of hundreds of years, and their foundation was already solid during the dynasty. How could those rising stars compare to them?
Mrs. Mu had never met Zhong Zhiwan, but she had been in a wealthy family for so long. How could she not know what Zhong Zhiwan was thinking?
In her opinion, no matter how outstanding Zhong Zhiwan was, his family background was not good enough for her.
The only benefit she could give Zhong Zhiwan was to put Zhong Zhiwan's name in the fashion design competition.
She would not give anything else.
Mu Chen Zhou was her son, and she believed that he understood this.
"Of course." Ke Hui-chu smiled. "Sister, in Family Mu's generation, Chen Zhou is considered outstanding. If he wants to inherit Family Mu in the future, he has to choose a good marriage partner."
Mrs. Mu stood up gracefully. "I have the design. I'll go back first."
"Okay, sister, thank you so much this time." Ke Hui-chu looked at the design and frowned. "But I feel that this should be a series of gowns."
"Chen Zhou said that he drew it in his free time. It's good enough that he has a set." Mrs. Mu did not mind. "But this set is enough to win the competition."
"That's true." Ke Hui-chu nodded. "Sometimes, inspiration is like this. If he continues to draw, it may destroy the previous design."
**
For this year's fashion design competition organized by the Royal Academy of Art in State O, the participating designers and companies had to send their designs to the official email.
After the judges had seen it, they would walk the show.
The show was scheduled to be at the end of July, and there were still 20 days to go.
There was enough time to prepare.
However, the fashion design competition had been held several times, and the winners were only the top designers in the industry.
The judges could tell which designer's work it was from the style of the design.
But today, a design attracted the attention of all the judges.
There were a total of four designs, and there was a gown on each of them.
The judges had never seen such a novel design, especially the pattern on the gown. It was really ingenious.
"First Light Media." The woman next to her was surprised. "I remember this company. Although they did not win the awards in the previous competitions, they still came in fourth or fifth place. They are very good."
To be able to stand out among so many companies in the world, First Light Media's designs had always been good.
"But this time, their design is really good." Another judge nodded. "I don't know which designer they hired. I don't know if they can get first place, but second place is definitely in the bag."
"The designer's name is' Mei '." The woman thought for a moment. "I've never heard of it. It should be a new designer. We must pay special attention to it."
The judges made a mark on the design draft. After carefully keeping it, they began to flip through the next design drafts.
However, with the one sent by First Light Media as the first one, the rest were lacking something. None of them were eye-catching.
Even the top designers that the judges were familiar with.
"Chinese embroidery." The woman took a look at the company's name. "I also have an impression of this company. They have a pure oriental style, but in the previous competitions, they have always been ranked outside the top 15. Their designs are not novel enough."
She clicked on the mouse and opened the attachment.
A design draft was displayed in front of the judges.
----- Digression —
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