"Me? Are you kidding me? Who am I?" After hearing this, Milu was happy at first, but then he declined with an embarrassed look.
"Believe in yourself, you can do it. In fact, you don't need to worry about anything, I will help you arrange it!"
After hearing this, Milu quickly agreed: "Hahaha, I knew you would never forget me, Pedro! Well, I agreed. Anyway, I have you to help me and the fund to back me up, so what should I be afraid of?"
"Then it's settled. Just call them to register tomorrow. The people from the fund will teach you how to do it."
"OK, no problem!"
Early the next morning, Milu summoned a dozen employees. In addition to Albarians, there were also people of other races. After all, this was a fringe mutual aid association, not a fringe Albarian mutual aid association.
Led by Stone, the head of Edge Fund Bali, we arrived at the official society registration hall. Milu took the registration form and started filling it out according to Pedro's instructions.
[Name]: Marginal Mutual Aid Association
【Founder】: Milou Moss
[Foundation date]: August 30, 1994
[Introduction]: The Marginal Mutual Aid Association is a mutual-aid community organization voluntarily established by some employees of the Marginal Fund. It aims to protect the basic human rights and interests of Marginal Fund employees, and help employees strive to integrate into the work and life circles of Gallic society, so that they can Live and work in peace and contentment.
【Official website】:yee of marginal fund .fr
After checking that there was no big problem, the staff at the registration hall put the form away and said, "Mr. Milu, your information will be submitted for review within three days. Please wait patiently."
"OK, thanks"
. . .
Franji, University of Madrid.
Alvaro sat in front of the computer, looking at the two new emails in the mailbox with a confused expression.
A pink slip, and another from his brother Pedro.
What's going on?
He used to work as a cashier in a convenience store in his spare time, but now he's fired?
Then his brother told him that he introduced a new way for him to do it by himself?
Holy shit!
You are truly my brother!
Is it necessary to play so excitingly?
Hell, I have a scholarship for next year’s tuition so I don’t have to worry, but if I don’t work part-time, are you going to make me eat instant noodles for a year? !
After Calvaro calmed down, he continued to look at the contact information Pedro left for him, "Uh, Angel Travel Agency? A travel agency? I seem to have heard a classmate talk about a forum before, and Angel Travel Agency was often mentioned in it. "
At this time, Calvaro directly opened the forum - a community association established by a group of football country students in the school, a website forum registered in Franji.
He was surprised to find that this forum was very popular, and he was overwhelmed by the dense number of posts. The statistics area of the website showed that there were 100,000 registered members. It seemed that not only students in the school, but also many people from the outside world often visited this forum to chat.
At this time, Calvaro couldn't help but start his doubts again.
How did those students from football countries solve the problem of hardware costs?
Are related server configurations and broadband costs really affordable for a group of students?
It can't be the money earned from selling medicine, right?
But Calvaro was just surprised and put the problem behind him. It had nothing to do with him. He came to Angel Travel Agency.
Although Pedro left him the official website address and an unfamiliar contact information, Calvaro decided to see how other third parties rated Angel Travel Agency.
But he searched for a long time and couldn't find any relevant posts introducing Angel Travel Agency. Instead, he only saw many girls posting selfies of themselves in football countries.
Calvaro was confused by the group of warblers, but he keenly discovered that most of the girls, in addition to posting travel photos, would also wear some famous watches, bags, brand-name clothes, shoes, etc. All kinds of luxuries, and this kind of post also has the most comments.
Calvaro looked at the messages below, which were either envy and jealousy from women or sexually explicit messages from men.
He shook his head in his mind. Calvaro understood the poster's mentality very well. It was just a way to satisfy his own vanity and show his sense of existence.
At the same time, he also understood why this forum was so popular. Men came to see girls, and women came to see famous brands.
Calvaro suddenly stumbled upon a message on a certain floor.
"Good news! Good news!
The bag originally priced at US$3,261 is now only US$1,099!
At $1,099, you can’t buy it, you won’t be deceived, so please pre-order it quickly!
A large number of well-known brand luxury goods: Chanel, Yves Saint Laurent, Hermès, Dior, Burberry, Givenchy, LV and so on!
If you are interested, please call 635723221 or click on my avatar in the forum to send a private message. "
Calvaro immediately realized something after seeing this message. The purpose of the poster seemed to be different from what he had thought before, and it might not just be to show off.
He directly closed this post and immediately opened other posts and started browsing. As expected, all the contents were similar. A bunch of women's envy, jealousy and hate, a bunch of men's wolf-like messages, and a few messages from luxury goods sellers in the middle. .
And according to the self-reports of most of the girls who posted photos, all the photos were taken while traveling in football countries, and the groups they followed were all organized by Angel Travel!
Selfies, luxury goods, football club, Angel Travel Agency, these fragmented information were running in Calvaro's mind, and gradually connected into a line.
But this was just his guess, and he didn't know what it was like. At this time, Calvaro remembered the phone number in the contact information his brother left for him, and immediately picked up the phone and dialed it.
"Hello?"
The confused male voice was in Spanish with a slight football accent. He sounded about thirty years old, Calvaro thought to himself.
But he said what Pedro taught him.
"I want to find a job!"
"What job?" The other person seemed a little more serious.
“A job that makes a lot of money!”
"Okay, I already understand the general situation. Now you go to the flea market, the one you often go to, and we can continue talking there."
After the other person finished speaking, he hung up the phone, but Calvaro was confused again.
Do you know how many flea markets there are in this city?
There are five of them that I often go to!
Which one should I go to find you? I have to be specific!
Calvaro began to think hard and suddenly thought of something. He quickly opened the Tor browser on the desktop of his computer. After a while, he entered the darknet trading platform called "Flea Market" that he often visited.
Visitors to this platform have various requests. Arms, drugs, and colors are commonplace. Calvaro ignores these. He just provides paid help to some people with some technical problems and makes some money for his family.
As soon as Calvaro logged in, he found that his account had received a new message: “Two o’clock in the afternoon, La There restaurant, outdoor seating, sky blue T-shirt, black casual pants, brown leather shoes, curly hair, sunglasses – the person who is offering you a new job. "
Calvaro immediately closed the Tor browser after writing down this information. Combined with the content of the previous phone call, everything was correct.
But he was still a little worried. It looked like a spy joint. Why did it feel like a fire pit?
However, out of trust in his brother, Calvaro decided to keep the appointment on time. He believed that Pedro would not harm him.
. . .
At 1:59 p.m., outside La There restaurant in Madeli.
Calvaro carefully observed everyone in the outdoor seats. Soon he saw a curly-haired man wearing a sky blue T-shirt, black casual pants, and brown leather shoes on a table under an umbrella. He took a deep breath. , sat directly opposite the other party.
Under the gaze of the curly-haired man, Calvaro said with evasive eyes: "Hello, I'm looking for a job."
