After Jing Baiye's heartbeat, she quickly calmed down and realized that this was not a good idea.
Regardless of whether you are a code member or a low-level member in the organization, your salary and bonuses are paid by the boss and the finance department. No matter how high your status is in the organization, Gin is still a worker like him, and you get wages instead of wages.
It’s unclear how the Morohoshi Tournament is going, but Midorikawa Shin and Amuro Touhou are usually on his side as security guards... As his subordinates, they take care of his daily life and do a good job in housework and cooking.
Most members of the action team and intelligence team—regardless of whether they have code names or not—do not have a basic salary. They get paid according to the work they do every month. If they do not work, they will have no food or even lose their lives.
If someone other than the boss really needs to pay their wages, it should be paid by him, not by Gin who has little social contact with them.
Gin works so hard, he is either 996 or 007. He devotes all his heart and soul to his beloved wife. If love has a color, it must be Gin's silver hair color. Go dig his hard-earned money... Jing Baiye
My conscience ached a little.
The most important thing is that he also gave him a cat. His current mobile phone screen saver is Qian Duoduo's photo.
The reason why he swiped Dai Jili's account before was because he went to blow up Toru Amuro's house for no apparent reason. Gin was not like this... No, Jing Baiye quickly realized.
Gin is good everywhere, but there is one problem.
He is very suspicious and likes to draw a gun and threaten others at every turn. When Shin Midorikawa took Kai Byakuya to disguise himself in Curacao, he pointed a finger at him; a few days ago, Toru Amuro approached him after completing his mission, and he also pointed a gun at him.
Looking at him; the last one, Morohoshi Dai, was the worst, and he seemed to have just been beaten by Gin.
Jing Baiye thought for a while, but instead of replying to the boss, he sent an email to Midorikawa Xin and Amuro Tohru.
It's a pity that the boss gave him this privilege. It's not for salary, so let's do it for other reasons.
[If Gin points a gun at you in the future, threatens and intimidates you, or even goes too far and beats you, if you encounter one, tell me and I will pay you mental compensation.——angostura]
Using Gin's money to pay wages is excessive, but using his money to pay mental damages is much more legitimate... and it might even be more than the salary.
After reminding his subordinates, Jing Baiye put down his phone and opened the system panel. In addition to reward points, his cash deposits and other assets were also recorded on it. The system was bound to his soul and could clearly calculate the property that only belonged to him.
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Real estate is considered one of the assets, and can only be counted if he bought it with his own money, so the apartment given by the boss is not included.
He sighed silently at the numbers above. Although it was much better than when he first returned to Japan, who would think that money is too little?
There are currently three income channels for Jing Baiye: first, the remuneration received by the action team after performing tasks; second, the fixed monthly salary that the information team will receive every month; third, the operating income of the Internet cafe. Currently, the latter two have not been paid.
It has been less than a month since he returned to Japan.
After contacting several people, it was almost lunch break. Jing Baiye did not continue working. He logged into an American website.
His former adoptive mother, Ms. Crowe, did not have a full-time job. In the eyes of outsiders, she was a single mother who relied on part-time jobs to make ends meet. In fact, in addition to the money she earned herself, the organization would give her a considerable amount of support every month.
Fees are used as Jing Baiye’s daily living expenses.
Jing Baiye doesn’t have much requirements for clothing and housing, and she doesn’t have any bad money-burning hobbies. There is a lot of money left over from the alimony every month.
The organization's style is there, and Ms. Crowe doesn't dare to use the remaining funds to be stylish, let alone something that is very popular in the United States but strictly prohibited by the organization. She only has one habit that can't be said to be a bad habit, nor can it be said to be very good.
Habit: Buy lottery tickets regularly.
Her favorite lottery ticket is called "Powerball". This lottery ticket is sold in all regions of the United States. Each ticket is priced at $2. You can go to the store to buy physical tickets, or you can choose to buy them online. You can buy and claim prizes.
Anonymous. The probability of winning is 1/175 million, and the lottery is drawn every Wednesday and Saturday.
Today is Tuesday, just in time to buy the lottery ticket for Wednesday night's draw. There is a time difference of more than ten hours between the two sides. He will know the result on Thursday morning in Japan time zone.
Jing Baiye skillfully opened the purchase page and began to think about what number to choose.
[Host, why did you start buying lottery tickets?] The system asked strangely.
【……I do not know why either.】
Jing Baiye himself felt strange. In the past, he didn't believe in lottery tickets. The probability was too low. If Ms. Crowe could save the money she spent on lottery tickets in those years and deposit it in the bank, the interest would be a lot today.
【I just have a strange feeling...I feel like I can gain something this time.】
While answering the system, he selected the numbers: 4, 14, 24, 34, 44.
The "Power Bullet" lottery ticket can only pick numbers within 50. Unfortunately, he cannot pick the same number, otherwise he will definitely only choose between 4 and 44 repeatedly.
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11:40 a.m., Miwa Town safe house.
"Do you want me to help you?"
After Toru Amuro finished his housework, he came to the kitchen and saw Fu Jingguang cooking, so he wanted to go up and help.
"No, you go and have a rest." Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled and said, "Where's the cat?"
"It's sleeping in Angstra's bed."
Angstra liked cats so much, so Toru Amuro naturally paid more attention to Qian Duoduo. When he went downstairs, he made a special trip to see what the cat was doing.
Now that they are all under Angstra, they no longer need to go to the ground floor training ground to practice regularly every day, and they have more time than before.
He usually did not restrict their travel or activities. After he left, Zhufu Jingguang would sometimes go back to his residence and wait until the afternoon to pick up people and cook, but sometimes he would stay in the safe house and let Amuro know that time was almost up.
Tohru went to pick up the people and cooked alone until they came back.
Toru Amuro sat on the sofa. As soon as he took out his mobile phone, he received an email from his junior boss.
He was originally wondering if the organization had a new mission, but when he opened it, he found some unexpected content.
Amuro Toru subconsciously turned back to look at Zhu Fu Jingguang. This email was sent to both of them at the same time, and he must have received it.
Zhu Fu Jingguang put down his spoon and turned off the fire, went to wash his hands and dried them before taking out his vibrating cell phone from the front pocket of his apron. After a few seconds, his expression became strange.
He looked up at Toru Amuro, and their eyes met. He was stunned for a moment, then walked over with his cell phone.
"Did you see it? This email..." Zhu Fu Jingguang moved Corgi away and sat down.
"...I saw it."
They fell into the same speechless state, not knowing what to say or how to reply to each other for a moment.
Angstra really cares about them, and this care is reflected in all aspects. He will also notice some things that they don't notice.
If they were real low-level members of the organization, they would be very grateful to have such a well-established code name caring about them, but they are all undercover and want to send him to a juvenile detention center...
In addition to the worry of not knowing how to answer to avoid being suspected, their consciences also feel a little painful. They always feel like a scumbag trying to deceive an innocent young man with a good status into giving himself sincerely.
"...It's okay." Amuro was more cruel. He could see what Zhu Fu Jingguang was thinking. After all, he felt the same way. "He can still find a third subordinate."
There's no way the third one is also a scumbag... an undercover agent.