Operation Red Book

Raphael seemed to have heard the most explosive news in the world, even more explosive than the engagement of Satan and Poseidon.

Because his convulsions and madness stopped, he knelt on the ground groaning for a while, then leaned to the side, then fell face down on the ground, motionless.

Ivy let out a long breath. After dealing with the crazy Raphael, she felt that the atmosphere around her became much clearer.

Ivy shifted her focus back to the conversation with Bo Fu: "So, you became Mr. Zhu's male favorite just to find this parasite?"

"Correction, he's not a male concubine, but his assistant." Bo Fu shot him a look full of contempt and blame.

"Okay, I understand. Good luck to you then."

Seeing that he was unwilling to speak, Ivy simply announced the end of this unpleasant conversation.

As soon as she turned around, a clear voice slowly sounded behind her, and Bo Fu spoke out the words word by word.

"So I would like to ask you for help. I wonder if Lady Ivy would be willing to cooperate?"

"Is this your purpose? You should have said it earlier. This is not a threat to me."

Ivy smiled, turned around and stood still, and continued: "But what benefits can I get?"

Bo Fu drank the tea in the cup and glanced at Ivy with pride:

"What do you want? Bo Fu will definitely do his best."

"Follow my orders."

"You mean, I want you to be my king? Ha, I knew Lady Ivy had a big appetite, but I didn't expect it to be this big."

Bo Fu curled his eyes, and the smile on his face was somewhat genuine.

"You're too kind. I'm just an ordinary person who longs to survive in troubled times. General Sun, who was also born in troubled times, should feel deeply about this."

Ivy greeted him with a smile, which was also quite genuine.

Bo Fu's words suddenly enlightened her, and she suddenly knew what she wanted.

At this moment, she and Bofu reached a consensus.

Regardless of whether their relationship would break down in the future, at this moment, Ivy felt that her feet were finally on solid ground.

So she then asked, "What do you need me to do?"

"Good question. I've been waiting for this sentence for several days."

Bo Fu stood up suddenly, his upright posture revealing his extraordinary temperament and distinguished background.

"I will collect the clues about the Chinese Market and the Chinese Wharf myself. You must tell me the intelligence about the outside world of the Chinese Market. Tell me everything without missing a single word."

"Didn't Raphael tell you?"

"Do you understand what he's saying?"

"Then why don't you go outside and check it yourself?"

"I can't understand the bird sounds outside."

"Oh, that's right."

Ivy understood immediately, and they both silently put the tea into their mouths and smacked their lips twice at the same time.

There were a few gray birds resting on the trees outside, chirping non-stop.

There was a sense of silence in the air. Ivy sighed and Bofu cleared his throat.

The two of them sat in silence for a long time, until Mr. Zhu's lazy voice came from behind.

"Huh? Why did I faint?"

As if they had received an emergency order, Ivy and Bofu immediately switched to working people's attitudes, both putting on professional smiles that contained some gratitude.

"Boss Zhu, you passed out. The alcohol you drank yesterday was too strong. I'll bring you some sobering soup."

Bofu used this as an excuse to leave Ivy and the confused Mr. Zhu behind and left the house without looking back.

"Oh! Okay, then, what about the beggar?"

"He got drunk after drinking some green plum wine, and we just threw him out... Mr. Zhu, you must be hungry, let's go have lunch. I'm hungry too, let's go have pork with preserved vegetables!"

Ivy tried her best to block Mr. Zhu's sight and tried to drag him out of the house.

"Oh, OK, that's fine too... You can give the beggar some money or food, it's okay, it's not easy for him..."

"I know, I know. I'll make the arrangements!"

"And, come here."

Mr. Zhu suddenly lowered his voice, pressed the back of Ivy's head, and brought her close to his mouth.

"Hiss - you are still the one who matters. Thank you for your hard work, Miss Ivy. Keep working hard here."

"Haha, don't you like Bo Fu? One moment he drinks osmanthus wine, the next he touches his chest muscles."

"Do you know how to write the word 'vase'?" Mr. Zhu narrowed his eyes, his look dark and unclear.

"Oh——" Ivy's eyebrows twitched and she deliberately raised her tone by several degrees.

"Thank you."

Mr. Zhu nodded heavily, patted Ivy on the shoulder and walked out alone.

The smile on Ivy's face bloomed again, and the scent of osmanthus again felt very refreshing.