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Once the contact method was confirmed, Ze Anzhi mentioned his identity and that code name that made him want to punch something every time he thought of it.
"Alright! I'll complete the mission within two months. Also, I want to design my own cover identity. Let me be a partner; I can't just be a nobody."
"No problem, An Brother. You have a lot of autonomy here. However, once your cover identity is confirmed, please notify me so we can reconfirm the contact method."
"Do we have anyone in the Gendarmerie?"
"Huh? No! The Gendarmerie is filled with Japanese soldiers stationed from the mainland; we can't blend in at all!"
"Well, I'll be appearing in the Gendarmerie soon. By the way, you should open a restaurant near the Gendarmerie and make it nice. When I bring the Gendarmerie over for a meal, don't be surprised!"
"Brother, don't joke with me!"
"I hope you can discuss this with Boss Dai! If my code name isn't changed, I might have to take some drastic measures!"
"Don't worry, brother. If you can infiltrate the Gendarmerie, Boss Dai will definitely meet all your requests!"
Station Master Wu Yong heard that this member of the Lixing Society, Gao Cai, was so capable that he could even infiltrate the Gendarmerie. Although he was somewhat skeptical, if this person really managed to do it, not just Boss Dai but even the principal would take notice.
"Hey, wait a minute, brother! Sit down for a moment." Wu Yong reached out to stop Ze Anzhi from getting up and urged him to sit back down.
Wu Yong rummaged through his pocket and pulled out ten silver dollars.
"Brother, this is your salary for this month. The bonus for completing the mission will definitely be substantial. For instance, that Pseudomayor's head is worth this much."
Seeing Wu Yong's raised finger, Ze Anzhi became interested. "A thousand?"
"Brother, where would that come from? One hundred Dayang! A thousand Dayang? Don't even think about it!"
Ze Anzhi pouted in disdain. "Fine, one hundred it is!"
In fact, ever since Ze Anzhi had crossed over, money had come too easily to him. The first time he received money, it had already reached an outrageous amount of one thousand Dayang. Thus, his perception of money and spending was somewhat out of sync with reality.
One hundred Dayang wasn't actually a small amount; ten silver dollars as monthly salary was quite decent and considered middle class among workers.
Boss Dai had set salaries based on factors such as agent rank, importance, intelligence-gathering ability, and assassination skills.
Taking out a Pseudomayor would earn five months' salary—enough to make many people willing to risk their lives.
"Is there a routine for that Pseudomayor's daily activities?"
"Yes, it's been prepared for a while now and will be updated weekly."
"Do you have a long rifle?"
"Are you planning to take a shot?"
"Yeah!"
"We do have a long rifle, but it doesn't have a scope."
"No need! I can handle it myself. Just having the rifle is enough! Where's the best spot for sniping? Do you have a blueprint?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Lao Zhang, hurry and get it!"
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