World War I

Chapter 55 Taboo
“Why are there so few of us?”

"I was only going to give you ten thousand originally, but seeing how hard you work, I'm giving you an extra ten thousand. The rest will be used for the police station's daily expenses. Chris, you'll be in charge of the police station's finances. Every single payment and every item must be recorded in the ledger, accurate to a few tenths of a decimal point."

Chris waved her fists happily. "Hahaha, Chris, I've come to this day too. Okay, okay, I'll go find the box with the money. I won't let the Sheriff down!"

Sonia looked at him coldly and left immediately since it had nothing to do with her.

The researcher, Turgenev and others did not show up, even Dr. Sim did not give Luo Ye face, and the police chief did not arrange a female police dormitory for him, which he was worried about.

Currently, the only people Luo Ye can really command are Chris and Stanislav.

The pile of cash looked tempting, and it was all divided up in no time, with the rest used for daily expenses on police uniforms.

"Stanislav, make a list. Buy what needs to be bought, replace what needs to be replaced. How can a police station not even have computers? Your job is to equip the bureau with hardware. Don't make us look like beggars. Chris, cooperate with you. Go ahead and do the work quickly. Don't be afraid to spend money."

Stanislav: "Captain, what our department needs most is police cars. It would be cool if everyone had one."

"How much is a police car?"

"Each one is roughly equivalent to the prize money you brought back this time."

"understood."

It seems that this amount of money is not enough to fill the gaps between teeth.

Luo Ye's phone dinged and he received a message.

Digital mobile phones of this era had very few functions, and there was no such thing as QQ, WeChat, etc. The earliest social software was BBS (Bulletin Board System), which had no use other than sending emails.

The latest social software Facebook only appeared in 2004.

His cell phone is so antique, made in France, called something like Arafat's. It's quite fast at sending and receiving messages.

The content of this message: Modern Beauty Club is recruiting members. If you are interested, please log in to http://xxxxxxxx.xxxx
This was the first time Luo Ye received such a message.

A message was added after the message: as long as you join this membership, you will receive a beautiful nesting doll worth 500 rubles.

Luo Ye's first impression of the information was that it was a disguised promotional advertisement from a private club, hotel, or massage parlor, but he found the free nesting dolls a novelty.

Modern beauty may seem tacky in modern times, but it is a high-end label at this moment.

I don’t have a computer and my phone doesn’t have a browser, so I can’t log in. I’ll just have to wait until I buy a computer.

However, there was a contact number on the last line of the message, so Luo Ye called it.

"Hello, dear sir, how may I help you?"

"What are the conditions for joining your club?"

"Well, sir, the entry threshold for Modern Beauty is not high. You just need to pay the membership fee and provide your ID. It's 5 rubles per month, and you can meet many new friends here."

It turns out to be such a routine.

Luo Ye said thank you and hung up the phone.

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Stanislav was quite efficient; he bought the computer and connected the network cable in a day. Looking at the monitor, which looked like a large piece of wood, I felt a sense of antiquity.

It's better to have a computer than not to have one.

He went online and surfed the Internet. He wanted to search for domestic websites, but it was not possible because he needed a VPN. And VPNs were not easy to find at that time.

Stanislav followed Luo Ye's orders and made drastic changes to some of the things in the police station, throwing away what needed to be thrown away and replacing what needed to be replaced.

The damaged police car was also taken for repair.

At least the police department seems to be on the right track. Look, a lot of the equipment in the police department is new, even the batons have been replaced with new ones with high voltage.

Director Knuckles heard that Luo Ye had made a fortune and came to see him. As soon as he entered the town police station, he smiled and said, "Luo Ye, are you trying to compete with the county police station to see who is richer?"

"How dare I, Chief? We're just small-time rioters, but you guys are the ones with the money and power, right?"

"You took the diving equipment from us that day, but you didn't pay a penny."

"Director, are you trying to extort money from me?"

"Luo Ye, keep a low profile. You still remember Prosecutor Bufan, right?"

"Remember, the director said what he was doing. I'm very puzzled. Why didn't you ask about the information I predicted at the base, and why didn't Mr. Andre ask about it either? Did you reach some kind of under-the-table agreement?"

Since returning from the base, Director Knuckles has looked at Luo Ye with admiration.

The most surprising thing is Luo Ye’s ability to predict the future. He also knows that to kill monsters, one must hit their eyes.

"Is it really because of Sonya that you hid in the Kursk Police Station?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

The director sat on the new sofa in the office and patted the leather.

"Genuine Leather."

"Yes, Italian."

"You have money."

Luo Ye smiled and said, "Chief, the police station is poor, and you don't provide funding, so we can only find a way on our own. The money is not enough to share. You know, Yekalin An took away 100 million alone."

Chief Knuckles patted his stomach.

"How did you know there was someone hiding under the pool?"

"Intuition plus luck."

"You're fooling me again, okay, let's go."

"I want to talk to you about Turgenev."

"No, this is your business, you handle it yourself. That old fox Andre only cares about you. How long will he live?"

(End of this chapter)