"The city hall's procurement truck will not come to a small place like Yefeng Town. Is this what your undercover reporters saw?"
An Xin noticed something unusual in Brother Qingshu's words and asked directly.
Faced with the doubt, Brother Qingli did not panic at all and explained: "Of course our undercover reporter did not directly see the procurement vehicle at the city hall. This is what I inferred through intelligence."
“Since Mayor Marcel took office, the city hall has spent a large amount of its annual budget on purchasing health care drugs, but the mental health scores of civil servants have actually declined compared to before he took office.”
"I suspected that Marcel had embezzled this part of the funds in the name of purchasing medicines, so I sent people to investigate all the whereabouts of the purchasing department and found that they did not go to the purchasing point designated by the city hall to purchase goods, but directly purchased them from warehouses in the suburbs. Goods. The owner of the warehouse is Xingfu Pharmaceutical."
“Coincidentally, the procurement department’s pick-up time every half month is the same as the outbound transportation time of Starry Sky. "
An Xin said: "But your inference may not be accurate, right?"
"I just need you to help me record the video. If the recipient of "Starry Sky" is not the city hall, or you feel there is a risk, you can terminate the commission at any time. "
"Very good." An Xin looked at Mo Fan and told him to continue asking if he had any questions.
Mo Fan took the conversation and continued to ask: "Is your informant reliable? Will he leak your information to Xingfu Pharmaceutical?"
Brother Easy beat his chest with his fist and said, "I believe in my man. He is our ace reporter. He has risked his life many times to shoot undercover and has never been bribed."
"He has a fiery heart, and I would even say that he wants to make Wildwind a better place more than I do."
Mo Fan: "Where is he now? I want to talk to him."
He always felt that it was a bit unreliable based on Brother Qingshu's report. If he could meet or make a phone call with the undercover reporter, he would be more confident.
"Three days ago, he got a half-day leave. After leaving the factory to convey the information to us, he returned to the factory of Xingfu Pharmaceutical. The shielding device was turned on all day long, and no electronic equipment was allowed to enter. I was unable to contact him for the time being. he."
Having said this, Brother Easy looked at Mo Fan and said: "The factory of Xingfu Pharmaceutical has strict security, with triple security checks inside and multi-layer signal shielding devices. So after I found out about you at the Death Race, I hurried over. , Sneaking there is perfect for a native like you."
Mo Fan walked up to An Xin and asked, "Miss An Xin, what do you think?"
"I don't think there's any problem."
"Then I will accept this commission."
After a while of hammering, An Xin revised the contract and sent it to Brother Qingshuang and Mo Fan.
The contract includes two situations, one is pure stealth plus camera, and the commission fee is 35,000 federal coins.
If services other than combat, stealth, and photography are required, the fee will start from 50,000, and the fee will increase based on the actual difficulty. The maximum commission fee will not exceed 100,000 federal coins.
At Mo Fan's current price for D-level mercenaries, if the difficulty of a single commission exceeds 100,000, An Xin will regard it as a dangerous mission and terminate its completion.
The above amount is the amount that Mo Fan actually received. An Xin also charges 20% of the final commission fee from Brother Easy as a commission.
Mo Fan and Brother Qingshu read through the contract, expressed no objections, and signed the contract.
Easy Brother first paid 20,000 federal coins as a deposit, arranged a time to meet again, and left Ruyi Office under the escort of Cui Dongxu.
After Easy Brother left, Mo Fan and An Xin returned to the sofa in the entertainment area and continued to watch "Wasteland Survivor" that was not over yet.
Mo Fan tore open a bag of potato chips, placed it between the two of them, and said, "I think that relaxed guy is hiding a lot of things."
"Normally, if you believe what the politicians say, it's better to believe that the old magician in Victory Square is really a prophet, and then transfer 50 to him." An Xin snorted and said disdainfully.
"As a mercenary, you have to learn to deal with such customers. In other words, few of the guys who need to hire mercenaries are clean."
Mo Fan curled his lips. Of course he knew what An Xin was talking about. In his previous life, he was considered a top figure in the underground world. He had access to the most secretive information. Not only was he aware of the dirty things in the upper class, there were many incidents in them. The protagonist is still him.
"So I'm not ready to believe him. Tomorrow, no, today, when it gets light, I'll go there in person. It's best to find a way to contact the undercover reporter."
An Xin glanced at him and said, "I think you should take a day off."
"Why?" Mo Fan was a little confused.
"I feel a sense of impatience from you." An Xin said seriously.
"You push yourself too hard. In addition to exercising every day, you just lock yourself in your room and meditate like a religious person."
An Xin opened a can of beer and put it into Mo Fan's hand, "All strong men are not made in a day. You have to learn to relax, learn to appreciate and feel the world. Being too eager for quick success will make people chase power. Lost yourself on the road.”
Mo Fan took the beer, clinked glasses with An Xin, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be a philosopher."
"It's not philosophy, it's experience."
An Xin's eyes became distant and complicated, as if he was looking at the past, "I have met too many people and seen too many of the same things happening in front of my eyes. As time goes by, I will naturally understand."
Mo Fan shrugged, "Maybe I'm the special one."
An Xin pursed her lips, raised her brows, and showed an expression of "Yes, yes, that's it."
"Every one of you thinks you are the most special one."
Mo Fan grinned and did not defend himself, "Okay, you are the landlord, you have the final say, then I will relax for a day."
At nine-thirty in the morning, Mo Fan opened his eyes from meditation and pressed the alarm on his phone before it rang.
While ensuring that his body was stable, he gently supported An Xin's head, then removed his right shoulder from where she was resting, and placed her head on the sofa.
Last night, they watched "Into the Wasteland" together. In order to make him relax more, An Xin took him to watch an old movie.
Halfway through the movie, An Xin fell asleep on his shoulder, and he remained in this position until now.
He stretched out, moved his slightly sore arms, and prepared for today's breakfast.
Thinking back to last night, he had only one feeling.
The movie of Azure Star is so damn boring!
To be honest, the entertainment level of Azure Star is very low. The so-called old movies are the same as the programs on the midnight premium channels. They only have blood, killing and close combat in all aspects.
He remembered a piece of reading material that his predecessor had read when he was in school.
According to a report by the School of Humanities and Social Sciences at Western University, users who can afford the high subscription fee for the midnight channel work an average of 14 hours a day.
Perhaps for this group of paying users who have been crushed by life, only violence, blood, and sex, which directly hit the brain, can relieve their stress during the day.
But for Mo Fan, he could still accept these things being turned into a TV show, but turning them into a movie would be no less torturous than the weird frozen food in Anxin's refrigerator.
He opened the refrigerator and took out ten boxes of garlic-flavored kiwi fried beef tenderloin-flavored rice balls.
Well, last night's movie was on par with this one.
After breakfast, An Xin gave him an address and asked him to meet the hacker who had been helping him.
Brother Qingliang's commission would probably require help from this hacker, so he should go and say hello first.
Of course, saying hello is just a way of saying hello.
An Xin said that the hacker could take him into a completely different world and let him relax completely.
