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Chapter 151 Eyeliner
"You want me to be your informant?"

Ansien looked somewhat confused, but her mind slowly began to process what she was seeing.

After successfully recalling the meaning of the word "informant," she looked at the messenger with a hint of wariness: "You...you wouldn't happen to be a policeman, would you?"

After saying that, Ansien clutched her handbag tightly and distanced herself from the messenger with an uneasy expression.

From any perspective, the closure of this store is only detrimental to Ansien.

For 23-year-old Anssen, the weekly cost of chemotherapy and targeted therapy for late-stage lung cancer is an astronomical figure.

If she could earn enough money from a regular job, she wouldn't be trying to make this kind of quick buck.

Even with this quick money, I still had to spend all my weekly income on it, leaving nothing for myself, just to barely afford the medical expenses.

When business is slow, she even has to find a part-time job during the day, and she gets less than five hours of rest each day.

Although she loathed the job from the bottom of her heart, she had no special skills and now could only rely on it to keep her mother alive.

So she is very averse to the police, at least for now.

"Don't worry, I'm just a bounty hunter. I'm here to investigate a missing person case."

Ansien may have dropped out of university halfway through because her mother fell ill. It's clear she hasn't been in the workforce for very long and doesn't understand many things.

The messenger silently pushed the note and pen to the other side and explained, "Besides, even if I am a policeman, it won't affect your ability to continue working here. People who dare to open stores in this line of work won't go bankrupt because of one or two policemen."

Ansien stared blankly at the pen and paper: "Missing person case?"

Instead of explaining, the messenger pulled out a sketch of the tattooed man: "Do you remember this guy?"

Ansien took the drawing paper, and her pupils contracted when she saw the man in the drawing. It was this man who had drugged her and brought her here.

“He kidnapped more than just you. You're willing to stay here for your mother's sake, but others might not be.”

They will use any means necessary to deal with those who are unwilling to obey.

They might be trapped in a basement, without food or water for two whole days, or they might be being abused by trainers, or even being punched and kicked.

With each word the messenger spoke, Ansene's expression grew increasingly grim.

As she recalled the social news she had seen, her resolve wavered even more.

After much deliberation.

Ansien closed her eyes, a struggle on her face: "I'm sorry, I'm just a technician, I can't be an informant."

Although she knew the messenger was doing something righteous, and she herself wanted to contribute her own strength to help, she still chose to refuse.

Ansien did this simply because she was worried that if the sales team discovered her informant activities, her personal safety would be a minor issue; the real problem would be losing her primary source of income.

Without this income, she couldn't even afford a simple funeral, let alone extend her mother's life.

Agreeing to be the messenger's informant might save the kidnapped girls, but for Ansien, the plight of strangers was far less important than her own mother.

In the future, after everything is over, Ansien will feel sympathy, regret, and shame to face the victims.

But for now, no matter how she feels in the future, she must remain silent, even if she spends the rest of her life in self-blame.

The messenger was right, but she... wasn't wrong either.

The messenger could tell that Ansene was not the kind of person who would sacrifice everything for the greater good.

It's actually much easier to persuade this kind of person than to persuade those who are stubborn.

So the messenger didn't bother with any grand theories, and simply pulled out a check for 150,000 yuan and placed it on the table: "If you agree to be an informant, then this money is yours."

The messenger crossed his arms, his expression calm: "Late-stage cancer is incurable. Although it's hard to hear, given your income, your mother is currently receiving the most basic treatment, right? How much longer can she hold on? A month or two?"
This money, even for a more advanced treatment, would be enough to last a month, which might allow your mother to live a little longer.

Ansene was stunned by the messenger's generosity. She picked up the check in disbelief, looking at it from left to right, as if checking its authenticity.

Having never seen a check in her life, how could she tell if it was real or fake? She just subconsciously picked it up to take a look.

With a hint of grievance and sourness, Ansien asked, "Are all bounty hunters this rich?"

She works odd jobs during the day and night shifts at night, working tirelessly day and night, and her monthly income is only around 20,000 yuan.

The guy in front of me, who calls himself a bounty hunter, casually throws out hundreds of thousands of dollars, which is truly outrageous.

Sometimes the difference between people is greater than the difference between a person and a dog.

"This is not something you need to worry about. If you agree, I will notify you by phone when we need to meet in the future."

Under Ansene's reluctant gaze, the messenger picked up the check and said, "Write down your contact information, and this money is yours now."

Under the messenger's money offensive, Ansien, with no more reservations, quickly picked up a pen and paper and scribbled down her contact information.

As the messenger said, there was no cure for late-stage cancer, and given her current condition, her mother simply wouldn't last that long.

She might not be able to earn 150,000 even if she works here for two or three months.

Ansien twirled the note, but as she handed it to the messenger, she deliberately pulled her hand back slightly: "You believe me so easily? Aren't you worried that I'm just making up a story to fool you?"

Ansien knew that although she was somewhat beautiful, she was not as attractive as Bao Si, who had caused King You of Zhou to light the beacon fires to amuse the feudal lords.

She was a little curious. Logically speaking, the two of them had only met for less than half an hour, so why would he choose to believe her unconditionally?
"You'd better tell the truth. If you think you can get away with cheating me out of 150,000 yuan without any loss, then I have nothing to say. Someone like you, who has no one to rely on, is worth less than 100,000 yuan on the market."

The messenger's face remained expressionless, but his words were chilling upon closer inspection, carrying a strong sense of bloodshed.

"Wow, that's scary."

Ansien pretended to be very scared.

He talks such scary words, but is he actually kind-hearted despite his cold exterior?

Ansien thought to herself.

She's not stupid. Even if she's unfamiliar with the bounty hunter profession, she wouldn't think they're all rich people who spend money like water.

Are you willing to spend tens of thousands just to find an informant?

This is no joke.

In her view, this was just the handsome guy in front of her trying to protect her self-esteem and avoid making her feel guilty, so he was doing this in a roundabout way to help her.

Ansien saw through it but didn't say anything, because she desperately needed the money right now. In her heart, she only considered it a temporary loan and would work hard to repay it in the future.

Anshen carefully folded the check and tucked it into the lipstick.

Asian Union banknotes are relatively thick, so a small, short lipstick can't hide money at all, so lipsticks are generally not checked. Checks, on the other hand, are soft and very resilient, and can be easily rolled up and stuffed inside.

Thanks to the leader of the wolf grandmother's alliance (whispering very quietly)
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(End of this chapter)