Returning from the 900th floor

Chapter 158 Lock Picking Master

Just as the middle-aged man guessed.

Countless senior personnel of Tiansheng Group are desperately climbing the tower to improve their strength.

The only person with the highest position in the entire office building is the administrative director.

Commonly known as the logistics chief.

She is a slender middle-aged woman who likes to wear chiffon skirts and stiletto heels. According to her, she can lead the way to the location of the Tiansheng prop library, but she does not have permission to enter. People with permission are climbing the tower.

Many valuable treasures are personally kept by senior personnel and are not placed in the props library.

And according to some gossip, many props have recently been misappropriated by senior officials without authorization, and the application procedures are not complete at all.

In short, good props are all spent in the hands of high-level people climbing the tower. The current prop inventory exists in name only, and even if there is any left in it, it is all junk that no one wants.

The group is in turmoil.

Leaders at all levels are seeking to increase their own strength and have no intention of managing Tiansheng, which seems to be on the verge of collapse.

Unless one day in the future, the group's boss Qin Dongbei returns to the headquarters with a scornful attitude and recruits people to take charge of the group again, otherwise this building is not far from collapse.

Looking at the administrative director with a sad face.

Wang Wen felt a little speechless.

He just came for a robbery, but he didn't expect to hear such exciting news.

If you hadn't heard it with your own ears.

Who would believe that the seemingly glamorous Second Consortium is actually on the verge of collapse?

It seems that since Zheng Xiaodong's death, Qin Dongbei has no intention of managing the group, and is full of thoughts of improving his strength to seek revenge from the man in green.

It is true that hatred makes people blind.

But Wang Min is not picky about food.

His main purpose in coming to Tiansheng was to pass by without missing it.

You can make whatever money you can while the old monsters are away.

At the same time, it would be better if it could disgust the enemies on both sides.

Anyway, Tian Sheng has completely lost his temper. The man in Tsing Yi didn't run away after he found out about him. They would not let him go regardless of whether he came or not.

In line with the basic principle that the enemy's displeasure is his own displeasure, Wang Wei still insisted on letting the administrative director lead the way to the Tiansheng Group's props warehouse.

When we arrived at the heavy alloy door, it was true as she said that no matter whether we swiped our fingerprints or iris, our employee cards would be invalid.

Wang Wei carefully checked the door of the prop warehouse, and it didn't look like it could be moved by brute force.

Even the surrounding walls are made of an incredibly hard, dark alloy that is inaccessible from the outside except through time-consuming and labor-intensive cutting with specialized heavy equipment.

Wang Wei took out the energy to crack the secret room of the agency and began to study the alloy door.

He released a small amount of mental power to attach to the door like poison, seeping in bit by bit through various cracks, and studying the mechanical structure of the door lock minus the intelligent part.

No matter how smart the door lock is, it must be opened and closed through mechanical components.

Now it's just that there is no corresponding smart key. If you can use mental power to directly open the mechanical parts, it will be the same.

He studied it for quite some time.

Break this and break that.

There was still no movement.

The middle-aged man and the administrative director behind him waited in fear for a while, and then they actually started chatting.

The administrative director asked the middle-aged man: Will we die today?

The middle-aged man recalled what he had witnessed with his own eyes, shaking his head solemnly and saying, It's hard to say. This guy doesn't know his background and does things without any scruples. I can't guess what he will do next.

The administrative director wearing a chiffon skirt and stiletto heels looked sad: If I had known that something like this would happen, I should have agreed to it when my son pestered me to go to the amusement park before I left home today. Anyway, there is no one in the company now. Tube.

The middle-aged man was slightly startled: How old is your son?

The administrative director said shyly: It's too late, I'm just eight years old this year.

Alas... The middle-aged man nodded, sighed and said, What a pity.

I don’t know if I am regretting the life that is about to pass away or something else.

The two of them were sighing and chatting.

Wang Wei, who was studying with the door open, suddenly turned around and asked curiously: What does reset mean?

The middle-aged man thought for a while and answered uncertainly: Restart the computer?

The administrative director raised his hand cutely: Restore factory settings? Where did you see that?

Wang Min pointed to the door lock: The side inside.

Here... The administrative director and the middle-aged man looked at each other and very consciously cut off any remaining curiosity.

The abilities of tower climbers are all kinds of strange and cannot be understood by ordinary people.

Maybe some people know what kind of see-through eyes have golden pupils?

Thinking of this, the administrative director secretly covered the corners of his clothes, and his arms seemed to cover the key parts.

Wang Wen thought for a while.

He stood up and retreated until he reached the limit of mental contact and didn't stop.

The two hostages looked at each other and quickly followed away from the door and ran behind Wang Wen.

Ready.

Wang Wei controlled her little mental power and pushed the small button inside the door.

There was a sound of metal friction and collision of gear bearings.

The thick alloy door lock retracted and the entire door slowly opened.

It's really open! The two hostages looked at each other, each seeing shock in the other's eyes.

Who is this person?

More than cruel and merciless.

He's even so good at picking locks!

Wang Wen ignored the two's shock and patted their shoulders to signal them to go ahead and explore the way.

The administrative director and the middle-aged man walked helplessly into the props library.

Find the lighting button and turn it on.

Rows of neatly arranged tall shelves were revealed inside.

There is a label in front of each shelf, indicating brief information about the items in the corresponding position.

Such as name, tower tier and level.

As expected, although the shelves were full, Wang Min looked at them from beginning to end and saw that they were mostly ordinary props, very few were rare, and there was not even one unique treasure.

As expected, all the high-end goods were carried around.

This Tiansheng is really bad, there are no rules at all, how can the group's things be allowed to be kept by individuals? !

Wang Min complained bitterly in her heart, and her movements were not slow at all.

As soon as the aircraft was brought in, each piece was scanned, weighed, and deposited with points.

The two people nearby watched him take away the props openly and did not dare to say a word.

Even middle-aged men are a little greedy when they see these bright and rare things.

Especially when he saw that Wang Min would pick up some things that looked like pills from time to time, rinse them with water, throw them into his mouth and chew them, he couldn't help but swallow.

It happened to be seen by Wang Wen.

Wang Min held up the elixir and asked him with a smile: You want to take it too?

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, feeling extremely happy, but on the surface he said hesitantly: Ah? Me? Is that okay?

Wang Min put away the elixir and shook his head: Of course not. You are not a tower climber. You will die if you eat it.

The middle-aged man stopped moving forward impatiently, his face full of embarrassment.

Wang Wen laughed again and said: You're just kidding, you will die today if you eat or not.

???

The middle-aged man looked at him in shock.

Wang Min casually threw the box containing the elixir over and explained with an innocent face: What I said just now was really a joke! Take it, the ordinary props on the 150th floor of the World Tower [Da Luo Good Fortune Pill], Even though the name is so scary, it’s actually just a little jelly bean that is slightly more effective in replenishing qi and nourishing blood.”

He touched the dried nosebleed, picked up another one, threw it into his mouth and chewed it: It can't save your life, but some minor injuries and pains can be treated. It's better than a hospital with a lot of side effects. The pill is good. The market price for tower climbers is three thousand points. We are so familiar with it and will give you a half discount. You can take the six thousand points without any thanks.