Espionage: I became sworn brothers with Zheng Yaoxian at the beginning, and became the Seventh Broth

Chapter 506 Distributing Rewards

dead?

Although I knew long ago that in the espionage industry, life and death were commonplace.

But when it actually happened, Ye Shaohong still found it hard to accept.

But what if he doesn't accept it?

This is the chaotic era of the Republic of China. Human life is cheap. If two or three people die in an operation, nobody cares.

Those in power only care about merit, money, power, and status.

Radio stations and codebooks represent power and status.

Putting everything else aside, just look at the two field agents standing in front of Ye Shaohong right now. Their colleague has died, but there is not a trace of sadness on their faces.

There was only indescribable joy.

This is human nature.

"understood."

"Call headquarters and ask them to send someone to search the scene."

"The rest of the people kept a close watch on the suspect, and sent two people into the kitchen warehouse to collect the bodies of the fallen brothers."

"Examine the contents of the warehouse further to see if there are any other finds."

After a brief moment of confusion, Ye Shaohong quickly regained his composure and calmly deployed his manpower and assigned tasks.

The disturbance at the restaurant was quickly quelled.

A short while later, a team of armed police officers arrived at the scene, shouting and trying to rush into the restaurant and take control of the situation.

That is within their job responsibilities.

However, with secret service personnel present, it's not their place to point fingers and give orders.

An intelligence officer stepped forward, pulled out his badge, and showed it to the dozen or so armed police officers. The officers immediately became compliant.

They didn't utter a single comment, obediently standing outside the restaurant to maintain order.

With the addition of these new members, the restaurant became even quieter.

After giving the order and watching closely as his field agents placed the radio and codebook on a nearby table, Ye Shaohong turned around and looked towards the restaurant lobby.

"Where's that waiter from earlier?"

"Is he still alive?" "If he is, hurry up and come over. If you delay any longer, you'll lose your reward."

For ordinary people at the bottom of society, life and death are great terrors, but being penniless is also a great terror.

Upon hearing Ye Shaohong's words, four or five people immediately stood up in the restaurant's lobby. They were all waiters from the restaurant.

Among them was that young man whose hearing was far superior to that of ordinary people since childhood.

Seeing that Ye Shaohong was really going to distribute the reward money, he didn't dare to delay or hesitate any longer. He immediately showed a bright smile and hurriedly ran over.

"Sir!"

"I'm here, look..."

As he spoke, the waiter's eyes kept glancing at the table to the side.

Looking at the gleaming pocket watch, fountain pen, and colorful banknotes and silver dollars on the table, the waiter couldn't help but swallow hard again.

"Hey, you seem to be in a hurry."

"Do not worry."

“I, Ye Shaohong, will not go back on my promise to you.”

The waiter's anxiety and unease, when observed by Ye Shaohong, somewhat lessened the sorrow in his heart.

As the conversation began, Ye Shaohong walked over to the table where the money and goods were placed.

He raised his hand and swept it across the table, grabbing all the silver dollars on it. After estimating the approximate amount by placing his hand on the table, Ye Shaohong tossed the dollars to a waiter standing nearby.

"Take it."

“I was watching closely. When they were reporting the information to me, you opened your mouth several times, but you didn’t say anything.”

"I don't care whether you missed the boat or there was really no news to report, anyway you didn't make a big contribution, so you can only get a few silver dollars as a reward."

The waiter, who had been overjoyed to suddenly have several silver dollars in his hand, instantly lost his joy when he heard Ye Shaohong's words.

Then a hint of bitterness appeared on his face.

He regretted it.

He should have seized the opportunity and tried his best to show off. If he had shouted out his discovery earlier, the reward he would have received would definitely be much more than just a few dollars.

Although Ye Shaohong noticed the regret in his expression, he didn't take it to heart at all.

The opportunities are equal.

The waiter wasn't caught, so no one can be blamed. After explaining the criteria for distributing the reward in a few simple words, Ye Shaohong picked up the US dollars on the table.

He roughly counted them and there were about 870 pieces.

That's roughly equivalent to 1,800 silver dollars.

Then he raised his hand and pointed at the waiters who had called out to him earlier to report the situation.

"You, you, right, and you too..."

"Come here."

“This is yours, this is yours. Your message is more important than theirs, so I’m giving you an extra fifty dollars.”

"As for the remaining five hundred dollars, kid, here you go, it's all yours."

In one breath, Ye Shaohong distributed all the promised rewards, clapped his hands, and a sincere and bright smile appeared on his face.

As he made his move, the waiters who had received their tips almost jumped for joy.

But then.

When they saw Ye Shaohong hand over a thick stack of US dollars to the waiter who was making a "drip-drip-drip" sound, the joy on the faces of these waiters, who had also received a generous reward, gradually faded.

Furthermore, a complex mix of emotions, including envy, jealousy, and hatred, arose.

They didn't dare to openly mock or ridicule Ye Shaohong in front of him.

But the expression in his eyes and brows was impossible to hide.

"Sir!"

"These...these are all for me?"

"This is a bit too much."

The waiter, who had provided crucial information, trembled as he held the US dollars in his hands and uttered an uncertain question.

"Of course it's all for you." "I, Ye Shaohong, keep my word. As long as you do your job well for me, I will never be stingy with the rewards you deserve."

Ye Shaohong was telling the truth.

His reputation within the Special Service was mixed; some called him the ruthless and vicious Ye Yanluo, while others described him as a clever and quick-witted rising star.

However, among the low-level field agents, what is most widely known is his reputation for being generous with monetary rewards.

and so.

Seeing that these waiters were getting rich rewards, the restaurant's field staff were envious, but few of them felt jealous.

"Thank you, sir."

“You’re such a good person. When we get back today, I’ll have my parents write a eulogy for you.”

"You will be rewarded for your good deeds." The gratitude of ordinary people has always been so simple and pure. They don't use fancy words; they just want to express their emotions through practical actions.

"Don't!"

"How old am I? You're already putting that thing up for me. It'll shorten my lifespan."

"If you're truly grateful to me, then dedicate yourself to serving the country from now on. Do you remember my promise to give you a bright future?"

"Once things are settled here, come with me. I've found you a new job. Trust me, you'll be able to realize your potential there."

"It will also give you the opportunity to bring glory to your family and achieve fame!"

"Brother, you got it! Don't let me down!"