A Hundred-Million-Yuan Commission

-Because of me, the white clouds grew soft~

-Don't underestimate me just because I'm a sheep~

-A sheep's cleverness is beyond imagination~

The familiar tune echoed through the hall. Everyone exchanged looks, their expressions a sight to behold.

Wang Quan looked at the vibrating screen, debating whether to answer. After all, the caller was Baili Xin, and White-Cleaver was something he had stolen... no... something the man had insisted on giving him.

After a brief moment of thought, he tapped the answer button. "Patriarch Baili, I must emphasize that White-Cleaver flew into my hand all on its own."

He had barely finished speaking when the sound of a teacup shattering came from the other end. Baili Xin was utterly dumbfounded.

"I agreed to let you choose any Forbidden Item you wanted. Let's leave the past in the past!"

Wang Quan immediately beamed. "So, did you need something?"

"If not, I'm hanging up!"

"Goodbye!"

"Wait, wait, wait! I have a commission!"

"I serve the people. I don't take private jobs!" Wang Quan refused without hesitation. His righteous manner earned everyone's admiration, and even Lin Qiye's opinion of him improved considerably.

"The fee is a hundred million yuan!"

"Let's hear it!" Wang Quan changed his tune faster than the flip of a page. He even glanced at the others and explained, "You're members of the public, and so is Patriarch Baili. There's no shame in serving the people!"

Everyone fell silent. So did Baili Xin.

At that moment, they all shared the same thought: Wang Quan, you shameless bastard.

"I got some inside information and plan to send Tu Ming to Cangnan City. I'd like to hire you as his bodyguard for a month!"

"My account number is 1666..."

"What day is the little chubby guy coming? I'll pick him up myself!"

"I'll let you know when the time comes!"

Once he had explained the commission, Baili Xin hurriedly hung up. He didn't want to exchange another word with this shameless bastard. He had originally intended to recruit a talented individual, only for the guy to walk off with one of his family's prized treasures.

Wang Quan kept addressing him as Patriarch Baili, and there was only one Baili family that nearly every Night Watcher had heard of.

He could contact the Night Watchers' Commander-in-Chief directly, and the patriarch of the Baili family called him personally...

Wang Quan had some seriously powerful backing-or rather, he knew far too many big shots.

"Is that the Baili family with the Forbidden Item museum?" Wen Qimo swallowed and asked curiously.

"Yeah!"

"What about it?"

"Bro, you even know people from the Baili family?"

"We're not that close. We've met a few times!"

"All right, all right. Doesn't anyone have work to do?"

"Break it up. Get back to whatever you should be doing!"

Chen Muye wasn't surprised at all. He had seen plenty of the world himself.

Of course, Wu Xiangnan, the deputy captain, remained equally unruffled. He, too, had once served in a Special Squad.

The old district.

A day later, Zhao Kongcheng knocked on Lin Qiye's front door again. This time, however, he had come with Chen Muye to deliver a notice. The latter carried a heavy cloth bag.

"Coming, coming!"

Wang Fang opened the door. Seeing Old Zhao, she greeted him with a smile. "Mr. Zhao, did you need something?"

"Ms. Wang, I had to lie to you last time because of my position. I'm actually an employee of the Cangnan Military and Political Office."

"Huh?!"

Aunt looked utterly bewildered until Zhao Kongcheng produced an ID bearing a large red embossed seal.

"Come in and have a seat!" Aunt gestured for them to enter. "Lin Qiye went out on an errand. He hasn't come back yet."

"Sorry for the trouble!"

In fact, Aunt had already guessed roughly what was going on. Little Qiye had left in such a hurry that it was probably about enlisting.

While Aunt was making tea, Zhao Kongcheng wiped the sweat from his forehead. He wasn't feeling confident at all. Military and Political Office, his ass-the IDs had only just been made.

"Captain, what if she doesn't buy it?"

Chen Muye remained perfectly calm and said slowly, "What's there to worry about? All our records are genuine."

"Uh!"

Aunt came out of the kitchen carrying a teapot. Zhao Kongcheng hurried to take it from her and said with a smile, "Ms. Wang, sorry for the trouble!"

"It's no trouble!"

"Does Little Qiye want to enlist?" Aunt looked worried. "His eyes only just recovered. Ah..."

"He does want to enlist. Here are the documents. You can take a look yourself!" Chen Muye handed her a set of papers bearing an embossed seal.

"All right!"

Aunt nodded and carefully read through them one by one, without skipping a single word.

After reading the documents, Aunt believed them. After all, no one would dare forge a government seal.

Suddenly, she stood and bowed slightly to Zhao Kongcheng and Chen Muye, her tone humble and earnest. "My Lin Qiye used to be blind, and his eyes have only just recovered. Please take good care of him. I'm begging you!"

The gesture caught them off guard. Old Zhao hurried to his feet and solemnly promised, "Ms. Wang, since he's decided to serve his country, we certainly won't mistreat him. You can rest completely assured of that!"

"All right, all right. Thank you both!"

"Oh, and here's the allowance. Please take it!" Chen Muye handed Aunt a cloth bag. "A million yuan in total."

"Th-this much?!"

"It's a special department. It's only right!"

"Besides the allowance, he also gets monthly meal and medical subsidies, a salary, and more. Our benefits are excellent!"

Lin Qiye wasn't an official Night Watcher yet. In truth, eight hundred thousand of that million had come from Wang Quan, while another hundred thousand was what Old Zhao had originally wanted to give him. Only the remainder was the allowance for unofficial members.

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of the tallest building in the old district, Lin Qiye sat gazing into the distance, a gentle smile on his lips.

Wang Quan stood beside him with his hands in his pockets and a lollipop stick in his mouth. Seeing Lin Qiye's silly grin, he spat out the stick and said, "If you can't bear to leave, just go back and see them!"

"I'm afraid that if I go back, I'll never be able to leave again. I really can't bear it!"

Suddenly, the sharp-eyed Lin Qiye spotted the cloth bag. He remembered that Wang Quan had been holding it during their fight with the Ghost Face King, so he asked:

"How much money is in that bag?"

"What bag?"

"You put money in it. There should also be the money I refused when the old man offered it!"

Lin Qiye was meticulous. How could he not have figured it out?

"A million. A hundred thousand in allowance, a hundred thousand from Uncle Zhao, and the rest from me!"

At those words, Lin Qiye's eyes widened in utter shock.

To him as he was now, a million yuan was an enormous sum-an undeniably enormous sum.

"Thanks can't do justice to a favor this big. If you ever need me for anything, just say the word!"

"And once I start making money, I'll pay you both back!" Lin Qiye knew that saying he didn't want it would be completely pointless now. It was already too late.

"No need. I just took a hundred-million-yuan commission. I'm not short on cash!"

Wang Quan didn't really care. It had been no trouble at all.

"Honestly, I'm pretty envious of you!"

"You live so freely!"

Lin Qiye had his back to Wang Quan and couldn't see his expression.

"Well, I'm pretty envious of you, too. You've got a family. I'm an orphan, you know!"

Wang Quan said it without the slightest hesitation, but there was no sadness in his voice. Instead, it carried an upbeat optimism that even Lin Qiye found infectious.

"We'll see each other again in ten years!"

"Goodbye, my family!"

Lin Qiye smiled, rose, and walked toward the morning light.

Wang Quan stretched, then turned to follow. A soft breeze swept past,

Carrying their longing away!