Yang Ming: "........."
"Xiao Fang, do you know how dangerous your comments are right now?"
"One hundred spirit coins."
"You!" Yang Ming was getting impatient, his face turning hostile. "Fang Xiu, you haven't even joined the Investigation Bureau yet. Do you believe I can make you..."
"two hundred."
"Damn it! That's enough! My monthly salary is only ten spirit coins, and you want twenty months' salary from me? Then go ahead and say it. I'd rather be beaten to death by Xiaobai than lose twenty months' salary. This is worse than being killed."
"good."
Fang Xiu stood up, opened the door to the lounge, took a deep breath, and called out, "Yang..."
"Hey hey... no no... just kidding, bro, just kidding." Yang Ming was so scared that his face turned pale. He quickly pulled Fang Xiu back and closed the door to the lounge.
With a sly grin, he said, "Brother, Brother Xiu, can we make a deal? Can we stick to the original price, one hundred spirit coins...?"
Fang Xiu took another deep breath: "Yang Ming, give..."
"Ahhh... Two hundred! Here, two hundred!"
In the end, Yang Ming reluctantly took out two hundred spirit coins from his own savings and gave them to Fang Xiu as hush money.
After giving it to him, Yang Ming was completely devastated. Just like the last time he learned of Bai Qi's death during a meeting, he was extremely lonely and dejected, squatting in the corner smoking.
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7:50 PM.
In the small conference room of the Investigation Bureau, Fang Xiu, Wang Dehai, and Shen Lingxue were chatting idly at the table, while Yang Ming, looking sad, was squatting in the corner.
"Captain Yang, could you please put out your cigarette?" Shen Lingxue asked, covering her nose with her small hand.
From the corner, Yang Ming looked up and replied, "Lingxue, could you lend me some spirit coins?"
Shen Lingxue was even angrier: "I'm just a first-level senior spirit master, and I only get five spirit coins a month. You, as the captain, get twenty spirit coins a month. You want to borrow money from me? No way."
Upon hearing that the captain would earn twenty spirit coins a month, Fang Xiu realized he had acted rashly and would have to extort money from Yang Ming again next time.
"Alright, stop arguing, the phone's ringing," Wang Dehai suddenly interrupted.
Then, he picked up his phone and turned on the speakerphone.
"Director Wang, today's winning numbers are 1, 12, 17, 18, 26, 27, 05."
As one number after another was read out, everyone's eyes were focused on the slip of paper on the table.
The numbers written above are clearly 1, 12, 17, 18, 26, 27, 05.
Absolutely perfect!
I won!
The scene instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Even Yang Ming, who had been smoking in the corner, came over at some point.
A moment later, Wang Dehai hung up the phone.
Yang Ming excitedly ran over and put his arm around Fang Xiu's shoulder: "Brother Xiu, from today onwards you are my brother. Help me predict the numbers for the next draw."
Shen Lingxue took out her phone and started checking the numbers for this draw.
Fang Xiu slapped Yang Ming's hand away; he hated people who lacked boundaries.
"Alright, Yang Ming, stop fooling around. Fang Xiu's precognitive abilities will only exacerbate his spiritual loss of control. He must never use them for such trivial matters again!" Wang Dehai scolded.
Yang Ming could only reluctantly let go, muttering to himself, "How can this be considered a small matter? I'd rather have my spirit go out of control than be poor."
After reprimanding Yang Ming, Wang Dehai turned to Fang Xiu with a very amiable smile and said, "Fang Xiu, now that your ability to foresee the future has been basically confirmed, I formally invite you to join the Investigation Bureau, and the benefits you previously requested will be implemented one by one."
Fang Xiu nodded, quite satisfied with the result; his suicide attempt had not been in vain.
He believes that with the help of the Bureau of Investigation's resources, he will be one step closer to revenge.
"Fang Xiu's ability must be kept absolutely secret. From now on, we'll announce that his ability is perception. Xiao Shen, as one of the people in the know, and given that Fang Xiu has just joined the Investigation Bureau, you'll be in charge of mentoring him. Now, take him to complete his onboarding process."
Although Shen Lingxue was somewhat unwilling, she ultimately did not disobey Wang Dehai's orders.
"Let's go." With that, she led Fang Xiu to complete the onboarding process.
After the two left, Wang Dehai suddenly asked, "Yang Ming, what do you think of Fang Xiu?"
Yang Ming slowly stubbed out his cigarette and said seriously, "This person is not simple. He is too calm. He is clearly just a young man in his twenties and has only experienced one strange event, but he gives people the feeling of a bottomless black hole, as if there is nothing in this world that can cause him to have any emotional changes."
Furthermore, I sensed a special quality in him.
"What special temperament?" Wang Dehai asked, frowning.
“Disregarding life and death,” Yang Ming said with a slightly solemn tone.
"Disregard for life and death?"
“Indeed, I have seen similar qualities in some mercenaries and assassins. They are very similar, but not quite the same as Fang Xiu’s.”
"What's different?"
Yang Ming shook his head: "I can't quite put my finger on it, but I always feel that Fang Xiu has experienced countless deaths. If assassins are not afraid of death, then Fang Xiu gives the impression that he is used to death."
"Habitual death?" Wang Dehai was instantly startled: "Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
Unexpectedly, Yang Ming laughed and resumed his previous nonchalant demeanor: "I'm not a woman, how could I be so accurate? But you, Director Wang, how do you plan to talk to the higher-ups about Fang Xiu?"
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