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

Chapter 535 The Shining Moment of an Ordinary Person

The carrot and stick approach has been the best way to get things done since ancient times.

In fact it is.

Seeing the stack of banknotes that Ye Shaohong tossed over, and hearing the threat he made with a cold face.

The postman acted immediately, without hesitation.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment, I'll take off my clothes right away."

"Wait a minute, my ass! Hurry up!"

Ye Shaohong was truly furious. If the person in front of him were not an ordinary citizen of China, but a Japanese spy or a traitor, he would have already drawn his gun and killed him.

Even if he was furious, he could only suppress it. But his tone of voice had unconsciously become a few degrees colder.

Of course.

The postman was completely oblivious to Ye Shaohong's thoughts; on the contrary, he was quite frightened by Ye Shaohong.

He dared not speak or hesitate any longer, and hurriedly began to take off his clothes.

soon.

After about two or three minutes, Ye Shaohong had changed clothes with the postman. He dared not delay any longer, put on the postman's hat, pushed his bicycle and rode ahead to catch up.

The postman, wearing shorts and clutching a thick wad of banknotes, stood there dumbfounded.

Under the strange gazes of passersby, he remained dazed and confused for a few moments before finally regaining his senses.

Then his gaze fell on the clothes that Ye Shaohong had casually tossed on the ground.

The postman's eyes widened immediately when he saw the wallet stuffed in the pocket and the gold pocket watch that hadn't been taken off yet in the inner pocket.

He swallowed hard, then quickly bent down and picked up the clothes Ye Shaohong had thrown on the ground.

For a brief moment, he even considered grabbing his valuables and turning to run away immediately.

But in the end, he couldn't help himself.

His action was a smart choice. Just as he picked up the clothes from the ground and held them in his arms, the special agent who had been assigned by Ye Shaohong to monitor Zhai Peng's movements in the restaurant also walked over with a gloomy face.

"You're lucky, kid."

"Just by exchanging clothes with my superior, I've gained such a substantial fortune."

"You've managed to find it." "What are you standing there for? Give me my superior's clothes."

In fact, what the field operative said was correct. This was money that Ye Shaohong had personally handed over. If it were someone else, they would have already robbed him of that thick stack of banknotes right in front of them.

Even if he steals it, no one will hold him accountable.

But Ye Shaohong was different. Ye Yanluo's fearsome reputation within the Special Service Department was no joke. Although this field agent coveted the money in the postman's hands, he was not so bold as to risk his life and safety for such money.

But the situation ultimately took an unexpected turn for the field operative.

Upon hearing his words, the postman, for some reason, suddenly shrank his neck and hugged the clothes in his arms even tighter.

"No."

"I can't give it to you. This belongs to that officer. I'm waiting for him to return so I can hand it to him personally."

This response left the special operations officer speechless.

He raised his hand, as if to slap the postman.

But as soon as he raised his arm, he eventually lowered it.

"You little brat..."

"Fine, you're stubborn and lucky, you've really struck gold."

"Hold on tight to the clothes in your arms. This might be the chance to change your destiny. Don't miss it."

The special operations officer curled his lip, casting an envious and jealous glance at the postman. Finally, he sighed softly, fell silent, and walked directly to the postman's side to wait with him.

A few more minutes passed. A dozen or so men and women dressed in various colors came together in front of the field workers and postmen.

Upon seeing the leader, the remaining special operations officers immediately tensed up.

He made a gesture as if he wanted to stand at attention and salute.

But the newcomer glared at him fiercely.

"Section Chief Zheng, you've arrived?"

"Ok!"

"Where is Section Chief Ye? Why haven't we seen him?"

"By the way, how did his clothes end up here? What happened?"

Zheng Yaoxian's eyesight was incredibly sharp; with just a glance, he could roughly guess what had happened.

But he still asked.

The subsequent account from the field operative was largely consistent with Zheng Yaoxian's suspicions. Upon hearing the postman's performance from the operative, Zheng Yaoxian smiled.

He stepped forward, patted the postman on the shoulder, and surprisingly, took out a cigarette from his pocket, pulled one out, and handed it to him.

"Good boy."

"You've been honest and trustworthy. Hold onto the clothes in your arms; there's a fortune waiting for you later."

After saying that, Zheng Yaoxian stopped looking at him.

Instead, he turned to look at the men and women, as well as the many field agents, who had brought him.

"You all heard that?"

"Then hurry up and catch up with Section Chief Ye, follow his instructions, and take over the follow-up work."

The men Zheng Yaoxian personally led were all elites in the intelligence industry. Without him giving them many instructions, they immediately sprang into action, silently re-integrating into the crowd and heading towards the intersection ahead using various methods.

Only then did Zheng Yaoxian take out a cigarette, light it, exhale a long breath, and turn around to look at the field operative.

"As for you, you can stay here and keep watch."

"Keep an eye on this postman, don't try anything funny with him, and don't risk your life for a little money."

After saying that, Zheng Yaoxian tightened his clothes, looked up at the sky, and silently shook his head.

It's going to rain!

"It's another heavy rain..."

As he murmured to himself, Zheng Yaoxian stepped into the crowd and disappeared into the throng in a few quick movements.

They disappeared quickly.

Watching everyone leave, the special operations officer who remained behind finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his hand and wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead and temples.

Then his body swayed, and he almost fell on his butt to the ground.

"What the hell is going on?"

"A mere postman received special treatment from two section chiefs in our special service department. Luckily, I wasn't blinded by greed."

"otherwise……."

Thinking of this, the field operative shrank back and shuddered.

Then he laughed.

She smiled gently and kindly, and actually walked straight to the postman's side, raising her hand to put her arm around his shoulder.

"Hey bro, aren't you cold?" "If you are, let's go sit at the wonton stall over there. I'm hungry too, shall we grab something to eat together?"