Transdimensional Marketing

　　 "咚."

　　 "咚."

　　 "咚……"

　　 "There is one hour left."

　　 Beijing, in an unlisted courtyard meeting room, the middle-aged team leader sits in the first place, staring directly at the big screen on the wall, tapping the tabletop rhythmically.

　　 On both sides of the conference room, there were serious agents, soldiers, experts, and professors.

　　 Behind every professional, there are many assistants and staff.

　　 At the southeast corner of the conference room, a technical department was temporarily planned. The wires and converters that had not been arranged yet were scattered all around. The five printers kept spitting out paper materials, mixed with the footsteps of the staff and the busy typing of more than 20 technicians, echoing in the room, making it annoying.

　　 "Is there any news coming from the two points monitoring target A?"

　　 Raising his wrist, looking at the time, the middle-aged team leader said solemnly.

"It's all routine news." Xiao Li next to him sliding the tablet to summarize the information of various units, departments, and teams, said: "Target A, Chen Yu's bedroom curtains have not been opened, and the two teams have not received instructions. Take a closer look."

"Don't observe closely." The middle-aged team leader waved his hand: "Keep a proper distance. We are weak and ignorant in terms of technology. Any electronic eavesdropping, surveillance, drones and other reconnaissance are not allowed! Now it’s cautious! Caution! Caution! This kind of thing cannot be bet on.

　　 "Understand."

　　 Xiao Li nodded and started to operate on the special tablet.

　　 As the personal assistant of the team leader, he knew that the team leader’s remarks were not addressed to him, but to some of the "big men" present.

　　 Regarding the attitude of "overtime evaluation", the official internal divisions are also very large, both radical and conservative, and it has never been possible to reach a consensus.

　　 Many people even suggested that Chen Yu should be under house arrest after this live broadcast.

　　 This makes the already burnt-out middle-aged team leader even more exhausted.

　　 "Team leader."

Sister Wu on the other side put down the thick files in her hand, rubbed her swollen temples, and said hoarsely: "The Eagles have locked four sets of'black spots', and they will be broadcasting live over time. Their behavior is a bit sensitive. 'Brighten up'?" (Note: The black spots are for overseas agents; brighten up is for netting.)

　　 "Wait a minute, those points have to be dug up. The main reason is that Lanhe District is optimistic."

"Yes."

　　 "Team leader, this is the sixteenth edition of the psychological portrait of Target A sent by Professor Li Mei."

　　 "Yeah." Raising his hand, the middle-aged team leader took a deep breath and read it carefully.

　　 "Team leader, this is the laboratory report of the items that the target once left in the magic city."

　　 "Well, put it aside and watch it later."

　　 "Leader, this is the information of all Chen Yu's relatives."

　　 "Set aside..."

　　 The live broadcast of the hyperspace evaluation is approaching. He and his core team have not closed their eyes for two consecutive days. They are all supported by drugs and medical teams.

　　 "Team leader, it's eight and fifty-five."

　　 Half an hour later, Xiao Li reminded softly: "It's time for you to report to your superiors."

"Ok."

　　 put down the unfinished materials, the middle-aged team leader looked up, picked up the phone, and walked out of the meeting room.

　　 Outside the door, a dozen people with live ammunition were standing, and four people were assigned to **** the middle-aged team leader into a special room.

　　 "Huh..."

　　 Take a deep breath and fill the lungs with oxygen. He dialed the direct phone and said in his ear: "hole, hole, two, turn, hook, five, leak, transfer..."

　　 In less than three minutes, the important information was delivered, and the middle-aged team leader returned to the conference room and sat in the first place.

　　 is nine o'clock, only two minutes left.

　　 Although the live broadcast of "Cross-Time Evaluation" may not necessarily be at nine o'clock, most people in the conference room also stopped working and focused on the big screen.

This.

　　 is a protracted battle...

　　……

　　 "This is really a protracted battle."

　　 sat on the edge of the bed, Chen Yu shaking his legs, impatient.

　　 Since waking up at six o'clock in the morning, he waited straight for three hours.

　　 The more you get to the end, the slower time passes.

　　 He is just a high school student, and he has no professional patience at all, and he already seems a little impatient.

　　 "Mr. Chen, let's eat something."

　　 Xiao Taohong, wearing a cheongsam, took a handful of French fries from the desk and handed it to Chen Yu: "Why are you so anxious?"

　　 "I don't know." Chen Yu raised his wrist and looked at the time: "I won't eat the French fries. I will send it to the youngest when the live broadcast returns."

　　 "This is how you managed to win the landlord fight?"

　　 "Do you have a misunderstanding of these four words? And the important thing about playing cards with your family is to be happy. Am I so greedy?"

"……Ok."

"Ok?"

　　 "Hmm!" Xiao Taohong shook her head quickly.

　　 stood up, Chen Yu put on the imperial robes, put on the Peking opera mask, and looked at the time again: "Is it a few minutes after such a long time? Why does time pass so fast when playing games."

　　 "You can play games for a while." Xiao Taohong suggested.

　　 Chen Yu: "……"

　　 The number on the watch finally jumped to 9 o'clock.

　　 did not wait for the appearance of the space wormhole, but instead waited for a message on WeChat.

　　【Overtime promotion: "Are you there?"】

　　 [Chen Yu: "If you have anything, just talk about it, don’t ask if it’s there."]

　　【Overtime promotion: "Okay, I hope you can remember this sentence."】

　　 [Chen Yu: "It's nine o'clock, why haven't the products arrived?"]

　　【Overtime promotion: "I just contacted you for this. There are some problems with express delivery."】

　　 Chen Yu frowned upon seeing this message.

　　 [Chen Yu: "Problem? What's the problem? Can't the express arrive?"]

　　 [Overtime promotion: "Mr. Chen, please let it go, it's not a big problem, but the product is a little big~www.NovelMTL.com~Your room can’t fit."]

　　 [Chen Yu: "Scare me. The size problem is easy to solve, wait for me to use the portal to find a clearing."]

　　【Overtime promotion: "Ordinary open space is too small, you are looking for a bigger place."】

　　 [Chen Yu: "What about the Sahara Desert?"]

　　【Overtime promotion: "No desert. I suggest you choose the ocean."】

　　 [Chen Yu: "???"]

　　【Overtime promotion: "And stay away from the beach."】

　　 [Chen Yu: "What the **** is this?"]

　　【Overtime promotion: "You only need to be far away from the seaside. We will automatically locate your location coordinates."】

　　【Chen Yu: "Go ahead, wait a while."】

　　 Putting down the phone, Chen Yu walked to the portal, called up the virtual earth, and slid quickly.

　　 "Ocean... Ocean..."

　　 "Then choose the Huanghai near Daoqing..."

　　 After completing the twists and turns of the space, Chen Yu pushed open the portal.

　　 "Crack..."

　　The sea breeze pavement, the fishy and salty smell penetrates the nose.

　　 Outside the door, there is an invisible ocean—the Royal Sea.

　　 "Mr. Chen, is the location of this live broadcast in the ocean?"

　　 "Yeah." Chen Yu nodded, half body leaned out the door, glanced at the rough sea "under my feet", took out his mobile phone and typed with one hand.

　　 [Chen Yu: "Is Huang Hai OK?"]

　　【Overtime promotion: "It's totally possible. Express will deliver it for you. The time and space wormhole is opening, please wait a moment."】

　　 The text fell, and the space above the Emperor Sea was suddenly distorted, and an impulse that was so big that Chen Yu was jaw-dropping gradually took shape.

　　 "Is this "a little bit" big?!"