Ini asked with slight surprise, "Where is it?" Part-time jobs that were daily in the past, paying 40 federal coins were already considered very high, and 75 federal coins was far above the market price. She was indeed a bit tempted. "Follow the team for 75 federal coins, if you need to lift something it’s 90 federal coins, it seems like it’s in the Saint Ilan District, near the White Jasmine Palace," Liz spoke quickly on the phone, sounding as though she was also talking to someone nearby, "How many more do we need?... Ini, we’re short by three people, the boss here has us departing in twenty minutes? We’ll meet up here at Nord Square in Saint Ilan District, can you make it?" "I’m currently in the Nevus District, near South City," Ini lifted her bracelet, glanced at the map application, and felt slightly deflated, "It’ll take at least forty minutes to get there." Liz also let out a sigh, speaking with a hint of regret, "Then it can’t be helped, they can’t wait, it’s 75 federal coins a day." "No problem, if I miss out, then I miss out," Ini smiled, then as if something dawned on her, she spoke with a hint of confusion, "Did your organization’s boss tell you guys what the job is? With such high pay, could there be safety issues?" "They didn’t say, seems to be something like a parade, don’t worry," Liz slightly regained her composure, replying, "What danger could there be in Saint Ilan District? The security here is much better than our shabby apartments, there are police everywhere." Ini whispered, admonishing, "Such high pay could mean some hidden risks, take care of yourself." Liz quickly replied, "I have to take the risk, after all, this is our week’s rent." Hearing Liz’s words, Ini nodded slightly. Liz still hadn’t paid her rent this week, and it’s likely that the company boss had delayed her salary again, so Liz was excited to hear about the part-time job offering 75 federal coins in commission. The girl always seemed careless, but deep down, she was very earnest with a strong sense of pride. "By the way, Ini, how’s it going on your end? Did you find your news lead?" At this moment, Liz on the phone seemed to remember something, asking quickly. "I found it, it’s especially explosive, it will surely make a big exclusive news story," Ini glanced at Jerin beside her, paused, and whispered, "But I have a problem now, I don’t have enough money to buy the information." "Have you been brainwashed or turned into a fool by your stingy slug of a boss, Ini," The voice on the other end of the line immediately rose, speaking somewhat frustrated, "The money to buy leads for news should naturally come from your boss! Why should you pay? Get the money from that stingy boss of yours, he’s always threatening to fire you. Now that you have a big exclusive news story, you should make him pay a hefty sum." Hearing Liz’s words, Ini was momentarily startled, then quickly grasped the idea and nodded vigorously, "Liz, you’re kind of smart!!!" Laughed the voice on the other end, "I’ve always been smart, alright, I’m off to gather, we’ll chat later." For some reason, hearing Liz’s ’we’ll chat later’ made Ini’s heart suddenly tighten, but the feeling vanished quickly, and she was a bit puzzled, only able to nod and quickly say, "Okay, take care of yourself then." After hanging up, Ini looked towards Jerin by her side, and it was only then that she realized Jerin was intentionally facing away from her, slightly increasing their distance, as though he was trying to avoid accidentally ’hearing’ her conversation. Ini said, looking at Jerin’s back, "She’s working part-time near the White Jasmine Palace, asked me if I’d go." "White Jasmine Palace?" Jerin, who had been kicking at stones with his head down, turned to look at Ini, puzzled, "Is that a particularly famous place?" "The White Jasmine Palace is our Yilan City’s Mayor’s Mansion," Ini explained softly, "White jasmine flowers, a kind that has been genetically modified, are always planted in front of the Mayor’s Mansion, creating a sea of them. Plus, the Mansion’s paint is also white, so it was nicknamed the White Jasmine Palace." "A sea of white jasmine flowers? Like those in your pictures?" Jerin mused, looking up towards the east. Ini nodded lightly, only then remembering that Jerin had seen the photos of the Mayor she had taken. Jerin lowered his head to look at the curtain of rain before him and smiled, "It must be beautiful to see in person. My mom really likes jasmine flowers." "There will be a chance." Ini withdrew her gaze and also looked towards the rain curtain, nodding firmly. At this moment, Jerin, with a tone tinged with hesitation, said while watching a driverless taxi slowly approaching, "It’s yours, right?" Ini watched the taxi stop before her, reached out to open the car door, and then she plunged her hand into her pocket. Fumbling around, she pulled out a neatly folded 20 federal coin note and quickly stuffed it into Jerin’s hand. Jerin was startled by her actions. "I don’t have much cash, but this isn’t a fee for using the photo. Consider it a gift for meeting Zhao Jia, as I should bring a small gift when I visit, right?" She looked at the boy while speaking, then pushed the money completely into his hand. Then she quickly closed her umbrella, boarded the taxi, and pulled the door shut. As the taxi slowly faded into the rain, the boy opened his rough, calloused hand that had begun to form a cocoon, looking at the 20 federal coin notes in his palm before putting it away. "What’s the situation?" He Ao, flipping through the documents in his hand, asked quickly. "Based on the information you provided, we collaborated with the Federal Bureau of Investigation to raid several suspected gang members under Levis. They didn’t anticipate our attack. Some resisted and were killed on the spot while the rest surrendered," Tucker, now wearing a fresh set of clothes and the Deputy Commander of the Mayor’s Guard, stood in front of He Ao and reported with a hint of unstoppable surprise in his voice, "Their lips aren’t as tight as Levis’, so they should confess to some things pretty quickly. "From the information we’ve gathered so far, it seems that Levis was planning to have some of his gang members organize protests against you during your speech today. "We’ve already taken control of all the gang members involved in recruiting for these protests. They’ve committed many crimes in the past, and some are fugitives. Now, all the gang members have been detained. "However, a gang leader has slipped through the net. We suspect he is the one who last communicated with Levis. Realizing that Levis had been captured, he immediately cut off all ties and went into hiding." "That’s something for the Federal Bureau of Investigation to continue looking into," He Ao replied calmly after putting the documents down, "Issue a warrant for the arrest of the escaped gang leader." Tucker, looking at the elderly man in front of him, nodded immediately. His gaze towards He Ao now carried an indomitable sense of incredible surprise. He couldn’t fathom how He Ao managed to extract information from Levis. Based on his experience, someone like Levis probably had something to rely on, would be extremely tight-lipped, and was unlikely to ever spill any information. He had thought they would return empty-handed this time, but as soon as ’Mayor Lin En’ went alone with Levis, all information was interrogated out of him. Although the current Mayor claimed that this information wasn’t obtained directly from Levis, the precision of the strike against all of Levis’ subordinates couldn’t have been so coincidental unless they had some sort of telepathy, right? "Do you know much about the City Police Station in Yilan? I saw in your file that you’ve worked as a policeman in other cities when you were younger?" He Ao raised his head to look at Tucker. "I have some friends over there," Surprised by the question, Tucker still answered, "But our relationship isn’t deep, and I don’t know much about what happens there." "Here’s a list of people in the City Police Station who have had relations with Evis," He Ao handed over the document, "They’re probably only the core figures, but it’s likely that many more are entangled in their network." Tucker looked at the document that He Ao had handed over, hesitated for a moment, then still reached out to take it. He flipped through a few pages and his breath caught slightly, "It’s already this corrupt?" "It’s more accurate to say that it has always been , even before I took office," He Ao shook his head, stood up, and gently patted Tucker’s shoulder, "Some of these people have violated Federation laws, you can use the power of the Federal Bureau of Investigation to make a breakthrough." Tucker was somewhat unclear about He Ao’s intentions. "I’ll have the secretariat draft an order later, and once it’s issued, you’ll be the head of the Yilan City Police Station," He Ao paused slightly, took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, drew one out, placed it between his lips, and lit it. Then he lifted his head to look at Tucker, as the thick smoke brushed across his cheeks, "This city needs some change, don’t disappoint me." Tucker immediately tensed his body and gave a military salute, then hesitated a moment, "The Mayor’s Guard and your security..." "I don’t need protection for the time being," He Ao shook his head, "You probably won’t have much manpower available at the City Police Station for a while; you can temporarily reallocate from the Mayor’s Guard." This was actually tantamount to having Tucker act as both the Deputy Head of the Guard and the Chief of the Police Station. At that moment, he understood the intentions of the current Mayor. Although the Mayor’s Guard was loyal to the Mayor, they had no direct law enforcement authority in the laws of Yilan City; they were just an organization for the Mayor’s security, so when Tucker took action, he would need the cooperation of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. But the City Police Station had law enforcement authority; the current problem was that the original personnel might be difficult to trust. One had people but no authority; the other had authority but no people, hence the decision to have him simultaneously serve both roles. He nodded firmly, indicating that he understood He Ao’s intention. At that moment, the door to the office was pushed open, and a blonde Chief of Staff looked toward He Ao, who was standing in front of the desk, "Deputy Mayor Lante has arrived, and the various Cabinet ministers are about to arrive as well." He Ao removed the cigarette butt and nodded his head, "Tell them I’ll be right over." As he spoke, he reached out for the brass cane leaning against the wall. Just then, something occurred to him, and he turned to Tucker, "Have the Mayor’s Guard arrange sufficient security at the entrance of the Mayor’s Mansion and be prepared to maintain crowd order." Tucker was momentarily stunned, then quickly grasped the situation, "Are you worried about a protest? But we’ve arrested all of Levis’s people." He Ao clamped the cigarette, picked up the cane, activated the smart switch on the wall, opened the office window, then walked towards the opened office door, speaking in a low voice, "is not just a single Levis." The pitter-patter of the rain hit the open window, bringing in a slight cool breeze. Sitting in the car, Ini tapped on the Boss’s profile picture and rapidly sent a message, "Boss, I’ve found some detailed photos of the assassination attempt on the Mayor last night." She took out the storage chip she had obtained from Jerin, then realizing it wasn’t compatible with her bracelet, she had the taxi stop at a digital accessory shop on the side of the street. After purchasing a card reader, she inserted the storage chip into it and absorbed it on the contact point of her bracelet. She watermarked the photos of the Mecha and Floating Warplanes heavily with anti-theft markings and sent them out. At that time, a reply also came from the other side. "Earn your keep and don’t bring me bad news this early in the morning, Ini. Or you can pack your bags and leave." Almost immediately, a new message came through, "My dear Miss Ini, where did you get such fantastic photos? Do you have more? Any complete ones? Are they exclusive?" The photos Ini sent were not the most crucial ones, and were covered with blurred watermarks, but the other party almost instantly realized the news value of these photos. That old chap might not be the most ethical, but his professional competence was beyond question. "Don’t leave me hanging, do you have more?" As Ini contemplated, a new message came from the other side. Ini quickly replied, "And there’s more, even better. They can give exclusive authorization, as long as we publish, they won’t give it to anyone else. But the price has to go up." Looking at the incoming message, Ini hesitated for a moment, then replied, "1500 federal coins!" This time, the response came swiftly, "My God, why don’t they just rob someone! I can’t possibly pay that, absolutely not!" Ini hesitated again and sent another message, "1500 federal coins is just the initial authorization fee. If the views exceed one hundred thousand, they want to add more money. For every additional hundred thousand, they want an extra 1000 federal coins for the authorization split." Then she put down her bracelet and felt her heartbeat quicken a bit. She actually didn’t know how much these photos should sell for. The price she quoted was already far beyond the highest ’news fee’ their company had offered. But she was very clear about the value of these photos—inside that low-rise district, it was probably impossible to find another high-performance machine similar to the CTX-50 that could take such clear pictures. This implied that these photos were one-of-a-kind exclusives, and exclusive plus hot topic plus time equated to traffic, and traffic meant money. For everyone, this was an opportunity. It could potentially make her small company an overnight sensation. "After a hundred thousand views, you still want to add money? /Shocked/Angry, do they think I’m a money printer? These damn vampires, it’s impossible! Absolutely impossible! They won’t get a penny out of my pocket!" The boss’s message came through once more. "But Boss, these photos cover almost the entire process of the Mayor’s assassination last night, and they are very clear. We could even create a special effects video of the Mayor’s assassination directly from them." She watermarked one of the photos showing the Mayor’s Floating Warplane enveloped in flames and sent it, "I think this is big news." The other side immediately showed ’Typing...’ But after several minutes, no message came. So Ini sent another message, "When I got here today, there were already people from the Yilan Morning News." "You mean those old vultures from the Yilan Morning News are also looking at these photos?" A new message came immediately. "I don’t know. I just saw people from the Yilan Morning News around here." Ini swiftly typed her reply. This time, the other side fell into ’Typing...’ again. Soon, a message came, "Can’t you make it cheaper?" Ini immediately replied, "No." This time, the other side lapsed into complete silence. After quite a while, a phone call came in. As Ini answered the phone, she heard a rough shout, "Agree to it! Agree to them right now! Get those photos in hand! Sign the agreement immediately! Now! Right now! I want to see those photos! Without the watermark! All of them! You come back to work right away! Tonight! No! This morning, we’ll publish this news!" Hearing the domineering voice on the phone, Ini instinctively shrank her head, but still she stiffened her neck, saying softly, "Boss, I didn’t sleep at all last night, and I took a taxi both ways. The cab fares I’ve paid so far are also..." "Reimbursed! Everything’s reimbursed! You count last night as overtime! I’m transferring you money right now, get back here immediately!" The voice on the other end rose with a tremble, "If you do well this time, as long as the news breaks, I’ll give you a bonus of one month’s salary... no, three months!" "Got it! I’ll be right back." Ini immediately said. After hanging up the phone, she put down her bracelet, took a deep breath as she looked at the raindrops outside the car window, and the reflection of her slightly disheveled hair in the window, and she cracked a smile. Wind blew against the window-sealed posters, making a whooshing sound. Upon returning to the room, the boy first lifted the boiling kettle off the stove, poured it into an empty insulated water flask at the side, then walked over to a pile of miscellaneous items and rummaged through it to find a flyer. Zhao Jia watched her son from the bed. The boy walked over to the fire, holding the flyer up against the flame for light, the flickering firelight illuminating the cartoon image of a doctor and the note beneath it reading ’Doctor Lin En’, "If this kind-hearted Doctor Lin En turns out to be our Mayor, do you think life could get a bit better?" His voice was slow, as if speaking of something distant and unrelated to him, yet seemingly within arm’s reach.