inspire-indiana Chapter 11 Returning to Old Habits
Chapter 11 Returning to Old Habits
After waiting for several days, Bai Yexiu received this bad news: the amount of money in his bank account had dwindled to only 1/7 of what it used to be.
"what?"
Bai Yexiu doubted that he had heard correctly.
"You heard me right. I'm sorry, I only managed to save 1/7 of him." The voice on the phone sounded mature, but in reality, the man was only four years older than Bai Yexiu.
His tone sounded very regretful: "My cash flow has been hampered by MI6; they've found me."
"It's alright." Although Bai Yexiu said this, he was secretly heartbroken over the loss of his property.
He traveled all over the world and worked hard for several years to accumulate this wealth, only to be castrated in the end.
"At this rate, I won't have much money left, and I might have to go back to my old ways."
Bai Yexiu lay on the sofa, gazing blankly out the window.
He worked as an intelligence broker abroad for a long time, so much so that many in the underworld knew his alias for selling information: Chains.
He secretly sold trivial information that the intelligence team uncovered to others. For example, information that the intelligence team investigated one person while investigating another, or information that was ultimately useless after being uncovered.
There are many of these two types of intelligence organizations. Perhaps due to their cautious nature, intelligence teams often uncover a lot of other things while investigating something. Most of these incidental discoveries are not very useful, which provides Bai Yexiu with the secret to wealth.
The organization didn't need it, but the underworld gangs desperately did. Bai Yexiu, who happened to grasp the secret to wealth, made a fortune from it.
Every time the organization gave him a mission, it would send him a bunch of intelligence, such as information about a certain person, but in the end, that intelligence was often useless, so Bai Yexiu would take it and sell it.
However, not everything was sold. Bai Yexiu would not sell information that was sensitive to the organization, because that would be risky for the organization.
Bai Yexiu still wants to rely on the organization for a living. If the organization is in danger, what salary will he get?
Those who make money can't afford to lose their tools.
Even the boss didn't know about this; only Pei Nuo, Bai Yexiu's childhood friend, knew.
Pei Nuo is the person who spoke to Bai Yexiu. Pei Nuo is a member of the organization. Her talent for advanced technology, which she displayed as a child, caught the attention of the boss, allowing her to join the research team. Later, she met Bai Yexiu, and the two became friends.
Pei Nuo often sends Bai Yexiu some strange, high-tech products that he developed himself, which makes Bai Yexiu feel helpless.
Pei Nuo volunteered to help him with the bank account issue. Bai Yexiu knew Pei Nuo's abilities and, since he himself was unfamiliar with this kind of thing, he entrusted it to Pei Nuo with peace of mind.
Even Pei Nuo couldn't be saved, so it seems it's really going to be difficult.
Bai Yexiu made a decision—to return to his old profession.
Pei Nuo wasn't surprised at all, as if she had expected it: "The [Binding Chains] should have appeared some time ago."
Hearing this, Bai Yexiu became interested: "Oh? What do you mean?"
“You went to Japan, didn’t you? You’ve been missing for quite a while now. All those guys who depend on you are getting restless and are sending people everywhere to look for you.” Pei Nuo sounded like she was about to laugh.
Bai Yexiu couldn't help but laugh: "Where did the other information brokers go?"
“Since you left, there have suddenly been a lot more dealers selling fake information. Now the gangs don’t dare to buy information anymore, and even some legitimate information dealers have lost their jobs.” Pei Nuo seemed to be in a good mood, and even the rhythm of his speech became lighter.
Bai Yexiu thought that perhaps "Binding Chains" had too good a reputation in the underworld. During the year he worked as an information broker, he never sold a single piece of fake information, and his information was diverse and comprehensive, basically covering everything one could ask for, making him very popular with various gangs.
All intelligence dealers in the underworld inevitably sell a few pieces of false information during their careers, but this doesn't apply to Bai Yexiu.
"Looks like I can make a fortune now." Bai Yexiu's mood improved considerably.
Since so many dealers specializing in selling fake information have emerged, if "Bound Chain," who has an excellent reputation in the industry, were to suddenly appear, many people would inevitably flock to him to buy information.
To be honest, he had forgotten that his side job was being an information broker. When he first came to Japan, his mind was preoccupied with the property he had destroyed, and he was only thinking about working hard to make money.
Who doesn't like money?
Bai Yexiu couldn't refuse.
"Good luck." Pei Nuo hung up the phone.
Bai Yexiu put down the phone and suddenly saw Camilla trying to steal the bag of dried fish it had left on the table.
"Tsk." Bai Yexiu grabbed it and put it into the box.
He bought this bag of dried fish abroad. Although it was for cats, Bai Yexiu really liked it and didn't eat much of it himself. But the snake's diet was strangely bizarre; it actually liked dried fish meant for cats and ate half a bag of his in just a few days.
The training method that Boss sent him that day mentioned that this little snake likes to eat dried fish. Bai Yexiu initially thought that Boss had made a typo, but he didn't expect that it actually liked to eat dried fish.
So why do snakes like to eat dried small fish?
Bai Yexiu looked at Camilla wriggling inside the box. "Well, maybe it's just mine now..."
He slumped back onto the sofa and took out his phone to organize the emails he had saved earlier.
Gin would delete the intelligence sent by the intelligence team after reviewing it, while Bai Yexiu would keep these emails, waiting for an opportunity to sell the information inside. This had become a habit for Bai Yexiu, even though he had arrived in a new country.
Looking at the information on his phone, Bai Yexiu smiled.
It smells like money...