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Chapter 348 348. Why does this story look so familiar? (The third update)
The fat man in the office looked at Mo Hao with a scrutinizing gaze, and his eyes were more focused on his watch, pockets, shoes, etc., trying to analyze how much wealth this guy who came to see him had.

After all, if those soldiers who retired from the battlefield and were able to find him wanted to get a good job, they had to give him a small "sponsorship fee", or "brain fee".

This fat man obviously has a good pair of eyes. It is not clear how good his vision is, but with just a few subtle and quick glances, he can tell the approximate total assets of the person in front of him.

After years of countless exercises, the answers he obtained would not differ from the actual data by more than 200 Piras.

"Are you Mo Hao?"

The fat man almost spoke through his nose, and his tone was very impolite, because just by taking a few glances, he was sure that the money Mo Hao had on him would definitely not exceed the cost of his meal.

He's a poor fellow, and there's no money to be made from him.

Thinking of this, the fat man felt uncomfortable all over, and there was a hint of disgust in his eyes when he looked at Mo Hao.

The fat man felt that it was a waste of his time to communicate with these poor people who had no money to exploit.

Especially from the time he entered the door until now, Mo Haoyi did not bow, did not answer his questions quickly, and did not give him a gift that satisfied him.

No matter from which angle he looked at it, he gave Mo Hao a zero.

"Yes, sir."

He saluted belatedly, and then answered the other party's questions, but Mo Hao was obviously careless and perfunctory when doing so.

Because he also saw that the fat man in front of him was not a good person, and he didn't like him.

In this case, there is no need to build a good relationship with the other party.

Especially for a guy like this who obviously accepts bribes frequently, building a good relationship often means paying a large amount of money. It is obvious that Mo Hao does not have enough money to bribe him.

In other words, Mo Hao, with this identity, had no way of coming up with a large amount of money.

"The city's cleaners are short of people. You can go there and work for a while."

This is the worst job that Fatty has. It is almost around-the-clock work, with long hours and heavy workload. The salary and benefits are among the lowest. No one would do it as long as they can find another job.

In addition, the congressmen are stingy and refuse to agree to increase the wages of cleaners. Even the newspaper boys may not be willing to do this job.

Mo Hao took the document handed over by the fat man without even raising his eyes, and made up his mind that he would not do this job.

Just from the fat man's undisguised ill intentions, you can imagine how bad this job is.

Instead of working hard, it is better to get to know the world and find time to reunite with teammates.

Of course, if you have the energy to spare, you can go look for Xiyue, but whether you can find her or not depends on fate.

The signal range of the communicator in this Taixu territory is only ten kilometers, so even if you are in the same city, you may not be able to communicate.

"and many more!"

Suddenly the fat man put the document back, as if he remembered something, "I remember you came down from the battle of Felice, right?"

Without waiting for Mo Hao to answer, the fat man took out another document from the drawer on the right, "Well, I have another job here."

He paused, then continued, "After Congress signed peace treaties with other countries, many people thought it was an act of betrayal. They held secret meetings, and there were as many of them as rats in the kitchen."

"And there are those deformities, freaks and witches who refuse to disappear into history. They seem to be preparing to do something in secret."

"I received intelligence that there is an organization called the Technical Workers Association that often makes radical speeches in crowded places." "I want you to keep an eye on them, and if they do anything, arrest them immediately."

Is this job to be an undercover agent or a surveillance agent?

Mo Hao thought for a moment and asked, "Sir, what do you mean by doing this?"

"It doesn't matter if they do something illegal themselves or you guide them to do something illegal. As long as we have evidence, we can arrest them immediately. The congressman will pay a large reward for this."

"Of course, my personal suggestion is that you just join them and take them to do things that violate the law. I will then fish you out."

It would be strange if they could fish it out!
Mo Hao didn't even need to think, he knew that the fat guy in front of him had no good intentions. He was probably using the excuse of sending Mo Hao to fish for law enforcement. As long as the skilled worker would take the bait, the life or death of the bait would not matter at all.

This time, Mo Hao did not show a refusal attitude. Even if it was a sting operation, it was better than sweeping the streets. At least there was action funding for this mission.

He walked out of the office with documents and a money bag. The money bag was the mission funds given by the fat man, but Mo Hao knew without thinking that there probably wouldn't be much in it.

In fact, there weren't many. Although the purse was full, it was full of red copper coins. Mo Hao had reason to believe that there used to be larger denomination coins in it, but they were replaced by that fat guy.

Mo Hao had no intention of getting entangled with the fat man. He didn't necessarily need to do anything after taking the money, and if he didn't do anything, it would be like taking the money in vain.

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On the other side, the fat man in the office was lying comfortably on the sofa. He was somewhat relieved that he had finally assigned the task assigned by his superiors.

As for what the person assigned the task will do, what kind of support he needs, etc., that is none of his business.

After the assignment was made, he was no longer the first person in charge, and his superiors could not demand more from him.

"But I seem to have heard the name Mo Hao somewhere before."

A name like Mo Hao, which has only two syllables, is obviously very unique in this country, so much so that the fat man always felt as if he had heard it somewhere before.

After thinking about it, he began to search in the drawer, intending to look at Mo Hao's resume.

After searching for a long time, I finally found the relevant information and resume at the bottom of a locked drawer.

As he watched, the fat man's face became more and more ugly. In the end, he was sweating profusely and his back was wet with sweat.

His whole body was shaking violently, and his teeth were chattering, making a clicking sound.

It wasn't because of the cold, it was because of fear.

At this time, the fat man finally remembered where he heard the name Mo Hao, the name that represented a legend in the army.

The fat man stood up suddenly, rushed out of the office almost rolling, and knocked on his boss's door.

"Sir, Mo Hao is here!"

A leader who could have a top-notch subordinate like Fatty naturally didn't get to the top by relying on his real ability, and he also had no memory of the name Mo Hao.

Even before the fat man came in, he was thinking about which suit he should wear to the party tonight.

"Mo Hao? Which Mo Hao? Who is Mo Hao?"

Thanks to [zaku2700] for the reward.

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(End of this chapter)