Him and their stars

After dinner, Yu Lian first went to find a secluded small hotel near the Lightyear Stadium and opened the most secluded small room. He first took out the information he got from the foundation and read it carefully again.

A retired lieutenant general who has resigned from the military and has lost his reputation and can only engage in some civilian affairs. In a few years, he will completely withdraw from the stage of history. There are actually psychics among the staff around him. If this is not a problem, then what is the problem?

However, what does this "may carry a psychic treasure" mean? Is this information too ambiguous?

...Forget it, even if the Everything Sharing Foundation is the most reputable and capable intelligence dealer in the universe, it is not an omniscient and omnipotent god after all. If one could just casually find out all the eight generations of a person's ancestors and the color of their underwear (meow) they were wearing that day, then the first ones to destroy them would be the two empires and the Void Spirit Temple.

This news is enough for action! For the rest, just take advantage of the benefits.

Yu Lian thought for a while, took out the equipment he got from Akinayama Hachiman, and started the work of "I am thinking".

The more than 100 small screens of the native techniques of polishing spears and cannons in his previous life are still fresh in Yu Lian's mind, and he has not forgotten these techniques. This is indeed a gratifying thing.

Two hours later, all the equipment was ready. Yu Lian put them into a large backpack, put on the inconspicuous young man's hooded outfit again, and left the hotel.

He went straight to a Century Hotel, which was also the destination of his trip.

According to Marshal Paris, the destination of his trip - Lieutenant General Vincent, who must die, will appear here today and hold a charity reception for two consecutive days, claiming to be establishing a foundation to aid disabled veterans.

In fact, this foundation was indeed established and received support from many wealthy businessmen and philanthropists. In the later period, it did help many veterans who fell into poverty.

As a result, Vincent, the coward who became a shame to the community's soldiers during the New Paris Incident, suddenly became Vincent, a good man, and his reputation was instantly cleared. Later, some media began to intervene, and finally launched a "truth investigation" of the New Paris Incident. It is not known what they were doing in the previous two decades.

Thinking of his mother who died in the New Paris Incident, Yu Lian didn't know whether he should cry or laugh. He took a deep breath to calm down, quietly hid in the alley at the back door of the hotel, and waved to a young man dressed as a waiter who was going out to take out the trash.

The young man looked at Yu Lian blankly, hesitated, but still walked over.

Yu Lian looked directly into the other person's eyes and asked bluntly: "Did General Minqi Vincent book a banquet hall in the hotel today?"

The young waiter's eyes were a little confused, but after being in a daze for a few seconds, he still shook his head and said, "Sorry, sir, the hotel is obliged to keep the guests' private information. I can't disclose it to you."

Yu Lian didn't know whether to cry or laugh. The mental resistance of such a little waiter is much higher than that of high-ranking officials and military elites such as the Governor of the Mountain Temple and Captain Velier.

"Who said the people on earth are hopeless? There are many reliable young people, right?" Yu Lian smiled.

"Ah?" The little waiter didn't know why, but he felt that the other party was praising him, so he smiled.

Yu Lian looked at the other person up and down and found that his height and body shape were about the same as his own, so he smiled and asked: "...by the way, why did you come to work here?"

"Ah, I just came yesterday..."

So, Yu Lian stretched out his hand and gave a thumbs up to show his respect to the other party, and then knocked the other party unconscious without hesitation.

Yu Lian dragged the little waiter deeper into the back alley, took off his uniform and ID tag, and stuffed a thousand yuan into the waiter's shirt. Then he put on the opponent's uniform and walked in through the back door.

The back door is a busy kitchen, with at least a dozen people busy cooking various dishes. Yu Lian stayed close to the aisle and walked forward in a swagger. He always avoids the other person's attention with a natural movement of turning sideways, squatting, or turning when someone's eyes move towards him.

Yu Lian passed directly through the kitchen, picked up a tray with wine bottles and glasses, and moved on. He passed through the kitchen and preparation room, opened the door, and found the corridor in front of him. The end of the corridor should be connected to the assembly hall and restaurant.

"What are you doing with the wine? The reception is at night!" A lobby foreman saw Yu Lian and hurried over and said: "Hurry up, go up and help, the Roman Hall on the second floor."

"My, mine is the Antioch Hall on the third floor."

"Are you confused? Today there is only a party in the Rome Hall!" shouted the foreman in the lobby, and then looked at Yu Lian with a strange look on his face: "Wait, I don't know you! What are you..."

"I just came yesterday."

"Oh, yesterday...really?" The foreman was a little confused.

"By the way, was the Roman Room on the second floor ordered by Lieutenant General Minqi Vincent?"

"No, it was Mr. Cold from Blue Label. He booked it for two days. However, he did book a luxury suite here for Lieutenant General Vincent..."

Confirmed, another familiar name. Yu Lian nodded, snapped his fingers, put down the tea tray and walked away. When he was already far away, the foreman suddenly came to his senses and looked around in confusion: "Hey, why am I here?"

Yu Lian lowered his head slightly, letting the shadows of the lights block his face, and walked forward quickly.

He lowered his eyebrows and looked very humble, but his figure was very neat and his movements were quick. He was exactly like a well-trained waiter in a standard five-star hotel. He went to the second floor without any suspicion and found The so-called Roman Room is indeed setting up for a reception. There was a poster board at the main entrance of the hall, which roughly read "Veteran Soldiers Mutual Aid Seminar" and the official start of the cocktail party at 8pm.

There were two people dressed as wealthy businessmen standing not far from the poster board, talking in low voices with mocking smiles. Naturally, all the content of the conversation fell into Yu Lian's ears.

"So, coward Vincent has no place to live after returning to China and wants to come to beg for help?"

"Didn't I say that the parliamentary hearings have cleared him? He is not running away from the battlefield."

"Ha, a parliamentary hearing? Can you believe this?"

"This at least shows that he has already established relationships with several big shots, and he has become famous again. It's okay to make some friends. It's just a matter of 18 million. Don't think I don't know. You bought it last month Those fake antiques cost more than that. They might as well use them for charity."

"Those are all genuine! Besides, why should I use my money for good deeds? Don't veterans have pensions and subsidies? Don't they have no hands or feet and can't work?"

"Humph, this party was convened by Mr. Cold from Blue Label Company. Will you donate?"

"Nonsense! Donate, of course you have to donate! Will you donate?"

"Nonsense, of course I have to donate, otherwise why would I be here so early?"

"Tsk, I wanted to come earlier to see if I could make friends with some big shots."

"So we are stupid. How could the big shot come so early? Speaking of which, in the basement of this hotel...hehehehe, there are a few Terrabi girls here..."

"You are so disgusting!"

"go?"

"Go ahead! If you feel so sick, come back at eight o'clock!"

The two rich men were ready to find a place to kill time, but before they could do it again, Yu Lian had already walked into the hall, quietly placing the things he had prepared in his pockets among various indoor green plants.

This is a button bug that he personally modified. It is even more inconspicuous than a sweeping robot, but it collects signals very well. The signal concealment device is even a futuristic technology that is difficult to detect even with the most sophisticated military instruments.

As a hero who has studied the traditional hand-polished spear cannon in the future, it is reasonable to have this skill.

Of course, no one would use the most advanced anti-espionage military equipment to scan this five-star hotel. Yu Lian thought that there should be no problem with him. He worked as a waiter in the Roman Hall for two hours, scattered more than a dozen buttons throughout the hall, and also helped everyone decorate the interior and confirm the dishes.

He had already gone downstairs from the cargo passage and returned to the hotel lobby again.

Yu Lian was going to leave the hotel just like that, change his clothes, and then come back and wait.

However, just as he was about to go out, he heard a noise at the door. His heart beat subconsciously a few beats faster, he frowned slightly, quickened his steps a little, and rushed directly to the hallway on the left side of the hall.

Then, four uniformed soldiers walked into the door. The two non-commissioned officers are both around thirty years old. Kong Wu has a powerful appearance and looks like a very intimidating bodyguard. A captain officer is only 23 or 24 years old. Although he is young, he has a capable temperament and looks like a civilian elite. He is actually an "old friend" of Yu Lian. The famous Blue Blood Brotherhood has become the president. Ass Haydn Velier.

This guy was not affected by the "college peeping incident" and ran out again!

In this way, the remaining general who is about fifty years old is naturally Velier's boss, General Dawn Schwartz, the Chief of General Staff who was decorated by Yu Company.

A large group of well-dressed dignitaries and reporters who had been waiting for a long time rushed over, like seagulls seeing a fishing boat.

Needless to say, they must also be here for the so-called Veterans Mutual Aid Foundation.

...This is actually a bit of an unexpected "joy".