A price?
Jiang Meng thought that was reasonable. If he were helping her for free, she would have been even more suspicious of Xiao Yu's motives.
"Master Xiao, I can pay you a hundred million yuan as compensation."
Xiao Yu smiled and shook his head. "It's not money I want."
"Then what do you need?" She hesitated slightly, glanced at Liu Shan and Zhao Yan, and said self-deprecatingly, "Surely not my body? I don't think you'd be interested in me. I think I'm fairly good-looking, but I'm nowhere near as pretty as your wife."
The very idea of feminine charms was a joke to Xiao Yu.
After some thought, he decided to speak plainly.
"I need you to work for me from now on."
"Leave the organization?"
"No. On the contrary, I plan to help you take control of your organization."
"What exactly are you after? The more I hear, the less I understand. Could you explain in detail?"
"You're awfully curious. Not like an assassin at all," Xiao Yu remarked before explaining, "I just think your organization is very powerful internationally, especially when it comes to connections and the internet."
"If you work for me, what happened half a year ago, when I was driven off the internet, won't happen again."
All this time, Xiao Yu had been passively taking hits online without fighting back.
Anyone and everyone could trample on him whenever they pleased.
Now, after what had happened with Shui Rong, he finally understood something.
When doing things in the real world, having a clear conscience was enough.
Online, nobody cared about evidence, or whether someone was good or bad.
As long as you catered to people's tastes, even if you were a deranged serial killer, there would be plenty of fans cheering you on.
Kill people