Operation Red Book

Chapter 514: Looking for Explosives 1

"I am Ivy Li, the manager of the Chinese Wharf, and I am here to welcome you all."

Ivy held the loudspeaker and bowed deeply to the crowd of audience members.

The beautiful and smooth symphony stopped at this moment. The atmosphere on the scene was extremely heavy. Only the high moon was floating among the clouds, like a silent ghost.

Ivy didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that the horn sounded particularly loud at this moment. She saw the market in the distance quietly stopped, and both customers and vendors were listening to her carefully.

"First of all, congratulations to all the contestants. Regardless of whether you get a place or not, your presence and courage will always be remembered by us on this wonderful night."

"As we often say, good times are always short-lived. The carefully prepared performances by all contestants have been completed, but it is undeniable that the end of good times does not mean the advent of a dark age. On the contrary, the end may be another beautiful beginning..."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Before she could finish her polite remarks, an unexpected urging interrupted Ivy's passionate speech.

"That's it! CASH! I WANT CASH!"

"Yup!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"One hundred thousand pounds!"

"You're not a liar!"

The scene became agitated again, with waves of complaints pushing forward from the back like a tide, and the words of the leading few were particularly fierce.

"Cough cough!"

Ivy tried hard to suppress her rising anger and coughed violently several times before she was able to barely maintain order at the scene.

It's really ridiculous. The hypocritical British clearly love these complicated details the most. Every time there is a conference, they talk about a bunch of useless things like weather, football, the United States, carbon emissions, etc. Now they are talking about her, a Chinese, and are being verbose?

It’s really contrary to Tiangang!

“It’s a liar!”

"How can a little girl be in charge of this place?"

"It must be some girl who can't get married and has gone crazy!"

"She doesn't have a hundred thousand pounds!"

“I WANT CASH!”

In the darkness, a few rough voices were particularly harsh. They spoke in a southern dialect, and their throats were particularly hoarse and unpleasant after smoking.

Because they were in the dark and no one knew their identities and names, they became unscrupulous.

In just a blink of an eye, Ivy, who was illuminated by the light, became the target of everyone's attack. No one cared whether "Miss Ivy" was really the second-in-command of the Chinese wharf, and no one cared whether the oriental girl above was the "Miss Ivy" who was passed down by word of mouth.

As long as one person starts to question, the people around him will become silent, follow suit, and shout...

The situation got out of control, and Ai Wei had no choice but to use Mr. Zhu's reputation to resist the storm:

"You call me a liar! If you have the guts, come up and fight me! This is Mr. Zhu's territory. He is a foreign knight personally awarded by Her Majesty the Queen. He is now sitting in the House of Lords with your Prime Minister to discuss national affairs!"

"I am Ivy Li, the manager of the Chinese Wharf. When Mr. Zhu is away, I have the final say! Who else would not accept this?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the provocative shouts immediately disappeared, whispers replaced doubts, and Ivy's loudspeaker once again became the loudest voice in the night.

After that, she rolled her eyes openly and smiled again:

"One hundred thousand pounds, in cash, plus a lifetime ticket to the one-stop service at the Chinese Wharf. I'll give it to you immediately, no discounts. As long as you find the Easter eggs we placed in advance within the Chinese Wharf, you'll have a chance to take them away."

"Easter eggs?"

"Yes, it's the Easter egg!"

Following the doubtful voice, Ivy took out a crumpled explosive shell from her pocket. She had asked Lestrade for it earlier in order to give the audience a convincing reference.

"What I'm holding in my hand is the shell of the Easter egg. Listen carefully, it's a dozen red round sticks tied with a few white hemp ropes. It feels hard like stone, and it's exactly the same as the explosive packs published in the newspaper. Do you see it clearly?"

As Ivy explained, she walked around the stage showing the explosive pack in all directions. She deliberately did not mention that "it cannot be ignited with fire." Based on her own experience, as long as she proposed this prohibition, there would always be some people who would light it on fire to show off, such as a certain famous beauty from Hubei.

"The scope is the entire Chinese wharf. We have hidden the Easter eggs in various tricky locations in advance. Some are under the cabinets of shops, and some are embedded in the gaps of the walls. Please look for them in all the places you think you can find them..."

"You can form a team, but you can't fight over anything. Our patrol officers are all excellent detectives from Scotland Yard."

"Play in a civilized manner, friendship comes first, don't go to jail with your family just for the Easter eggs on this beautiful night!"

"Okay, half an hour..." Ivy held up the host's watch and squinted at it. "The competition will end in half an hour. The person with the most Easter eggs will receive 100,000 pounds in cash and a lifetime ticket to the one-stop service at the Chinese Wharf."

"Of course, the second place winner will receive 50,000 pounds in cash, the third place winner will receive 20,000 pounds in cash, and the remaining 30,000 pounds will be divided equally among the other viewers who found the Easter eggs."

“In addition, the top three lucky winners will ride on the parade float with the champion of this exhibition competition to participate in the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, enjoying the beautiful night view of London and everyone’s attention!”

“Is this okay?”

"it is good--"

In the face of generous cash prizes, the audience's enthusiasm was completely ignited. Many people were ready to try, and some even stepped into the market to start searching.

"Also, please be careful of the 'Hollow Men'... They are mixed in with you just to cause trouble for you."

Ivy raised an eyebrow and started talking about another plan.

"What's even more infuriating is that their appearance is exactly the same as that of normal people. The only difference is their waist. If you look closely at the waist of the 'hollow man', you will find a circle of black stitches, which is hideous and terrifying..."

"So, please observe your surroundings carefully. Once you find a hollow man, please immediately hand him over to the patrolling rabbit officer. Of course, one hollow man represents a cash reward of one pound. You hand over the person and the money."

"Okay, safety first. Watch out for trampling. Keep an eye on your elderly and children. Don't let them get separated!"

“Here, I wish you all good luck in the game!”

After saying that, Ivy smiled with a victorious look in her eyes.

"Now..." She looked at the watch on the host's wrist again and announced loudly, "The countdown begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd of spectators immediately scattered like birds and beasts. One group rushed into the market, another group ran towards the ship, and another group of half-bodies that were scattered were picked up by "normal people" with shining eyes and ran towards the rabbit police officer.

"Go, go, go!"

The members of the symphony orchestra climbed down from above, their faces flushed. They took off their expensive suits and rushed into the crowd without caring about their image.

"Oi, ui, ui! Stop pushing me!"

Then there were the performers gathered backstage, they were wearing colorful costumes, some had their hair half undone, some had five centimeter high heels on their legs.

They rushed into the market place in a hurry and started pushing and shoving each other in the crowded crowd.

"Um... am I one of them?"

It was the smiling host who spoke, and he pointed his finger at Ivy's shoulder cautiously.

"Of course."

Ivy smiled and agreed happily.

The host, who received the affirmation, was immediately beaming with joy. He threw off his tuxedo and jumped off the one-meter-high platform in one breath.

Looking at the host running straight to the market, Ivy looked at the crescent moon in the sky and breathed a sigh of relief.

She did not listen to Grace's advice and continued to hold the banquet on her own initiative.

She felt ridiculous as she was trying so hard to maintain her own dignity while worrying about the safety of thousands of people.

What's going on?

She didn't know, she only knew that the grand banquet had to continue, and she herself would do her best to ensure the perfect ending of the banquet.

Proud character has always been a part of her. She likes to be noticed and liked. She likes to be successful and she likes people to call out her name.

There's nothing wrong with this, really... She thought it through a little, pursed her lips with sore eyes.

And on such a huge stage, she was the only one left.