Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 70, Section 27: An Encounter at Seagull Park

The next day.

Near Seagull Street.

Around 11 a.m., in an ordinary coffee shop, Brant and George sat drinking coffee. They were dressed in trendy clothes, just like the band's performance style.

The pianist sitting opposite them, Professor Zaran, was much more normal. Dressed in a suit and tie, he pushed up his glasses with his right hand and held a pen in his left, rapidly calculating something.

"225 plus the 0.6% commission, then taking 50% from each of us (the middle group), and multiplying that by the total sales revenue gives us..."

Professor Zaran muttered to himself, as if he were an accountant calculating some income. Brandt and George exchanged a glance, nonchalantly.

"By the way, what time did you arrange to meet Leon?"

"It should be around eleven o'clock, soon."

The two chatted casually, clinking glasses and making their coffee taste like beer. Today was the day they were supposed to meet He Ye. Almost a week ago, they produced the first album for the boy band TNT (Teens in Times) and commissioned EMI Records to record and release it.

It's currently selling like hotcakes in major record stores, and even department stores are giving it a fantastic release! — It can be said that it has given the music industry a shocking baptism.

In the first week, they received 80,000 crowns. This money had already been deposited into Professor Zhalan's bank account, and he withdrew it in full this morning, intending to use it for profit sharing at the coffee shop. The distribution would be 50/50 between He Ye and the other three.

This had already been agreed upon, so there was no controversy. The main issue was that the enormous sum of 80,000 crowns had shattered the expectations of several people.

Even EMI Records hadn't anticipated this. They had to redo another 500 discs overnight to make up for the week's shortfall.

The first week after a record is released is the easiest for it to sell out, because of its novelty and the promotion of the supply. In the following weeks, sales may decrease as those who wanted to buy it have already done so, and only a certain number of copies of the record will be recorded and released into the market.

But without a doubt, this money was enough for them to live comfortably for two years—referring to the money that would be transferred over the next two months after all the records they recorded were sold.

This week's figure is 80,000 crowns.

"Good morning."

Just then, the coffee shop door opened, and He Ye saw the familiar trio. He went over to greet them.

"Oh, my ace singer." Someone stood up to greet him; it was George, a burly, blond man with wavy hair.

“Long time no see, Leon.” Brandt also spread his arms wide.

The two men went up to greet He Ye, who had finally arrived, while Professor Zhalan, who was busy with accounting, couldn't free his hands.

However, after he finished calculating the equation, he looked up and said politely:

I'm so glad you're doing well.

He Ye smiled and nodded in greeting, then sat down at their table and chatted about their recent situations.

Although they were there to collect their share of the record sales, these people were all friends, and they could chat for half an hour... They were interested in how their lives were at the police station, and that led to a wide-ranging conversation.

—Heye is on holiday today, which is a rare treat.

Yesterday, Lorice caught a spy at the grammar school. She returned to the police station that day to write her report and did not go out on any more fieldwork. Instead, she went to the interrogation room to learn more about the situation.

Then, when He Ye went to hand in his work log that afternoon, she mentioned that He Ye should rest tomorrow. To be honest, He Ye hadn't expected to have a day off.

But there's no reason to refuse.

So today he was dressed casually—a white button-down shirt and trousers, hands in his pockets, walking leisurely like a stay-at-home husband who was just missing a bag of bread—to meet with a friend and chat about records.

First, He Ye thanked Brant for taking Nicole home last time, and also told him that there was no need to take Nicole back at night, as it was not safe for him and not good for him either.

Brandt nodded, thinking it was just modesty, and smiled in agreement.

George picked up the bass guitar next to him and strummed it a couple of times, asking He Ye if this direction had his flavor—that is, the postmodern style, which is what they called He Ye's musical melodies.

He Ye didn't understand bass or postmodernism, but he still nodded in agreement.

Finally, Professor Zhalan had finished settling the accounts.

He showed it to He Ye.

"According to the previously agreed ratio, the record company gave us 300 crowns per copy. The original price was 500, but they would take a cut. Then, the production cost was 75 per copy, so we actually received 225 per copy."

Professor Zhalan explained meticulously and earnestly, and Brandt, seeing this, said that since they were friends, there was no need for such formalities. But He Ye understood that Professor Zhalan was taking it seriously; sometimes, in business matters, clear-headedness can actually make friendships last longer.

"—And this is your share of the profits."

Professor Zhalan placed the cash in front of He Ye, a thick layer of green banknotes about two centimeters thick: "Forty-one thousand two hundred crowns."

He Ye didn't count the items, but simply accepted them, saying, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

There were no more pleasantries exchanged, since it had been agreed beforehand that He Ye would receive 50%, and it would seem hypocritical for him to say he didn't want it now.

It was getting late, so after chatting for a while, the group left the coffee shop.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and people were coming and going.

Since they rarely get to meet, Brandt suggested going out for a meal, but Professor Zaran sighed and said he had to pick up his child from school, and bassist George also scratched his head and said he had plans, so the group had to regretfully cancel.

"See you later."

"Goodbye."

"Oh, my ace vocalist~"

After turning around and saying goodbye, He Ye walked home with a heavy amount of cash in his pocket. He now had nearly 100,000 yuan on him. He used to worry about money, but now he had suddenly become a rich man.

However, I still owe Rayleigh 20 crowns, which seems like a bit too much.

Walking along Seagull Street, I suddenly felt a bit hungry, since I hadn't eaten breakfast before coming here... Of course, this is Nicole's fault.

Thinking back to the scene when she woke up this morning, He Ye still felt lingering fear—the Big Bird Spinning Bar only opened in the afternoon, so she had slept with He Ye last night.

Because He Ye usually has to get up early for work, he doesn't usually cause any embarrassing situations. But this morning, he was woken up by Nicole. Well... it's normal for men to get an erection every morning, after all, he's young and full of vigor.

But obviously, no one had taught her that this was a normal physiological reaction, so when He Ye lifted the blanket, he saw that her face was extremely red and her eyes were pitiful. He was so embarrassed... Sigh, never mind, I won't recall it. That little one really loves to make a fuss.

However, I still don't want to go back too early at noon.

He grabbed a quick lunch at a roadside stall, bought some desserts to take back to Nicole, and thought that his relationship with her should be back to normal... He Ye thought to himself.

Just then, sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves and flashed into his eyes, causing him to pause in his tracks.

Then it opened its eyes again, as if by some coincidence.

Or perhaps it was inevitable.

He Ye saw a letter slipped into a milk carton next to a tailor shop. It was written by a middle-aged man in a suit wearing a hat. His back looked a lot like Mark, or even Mark Coslin, but He Ye couldn't see his face because he was deliberately disguising himself.

Until the next moment, he seemed to sense that someone was watching him, so he turned around.

The two people made eye contact.

Then they left without saying a word.

Mark had already walked away nonchalantly, pulling down his hat brim without saying hello, because he was on the left side of Seagull Street.

He Ye also put his hands in his pockets and continued walking forward on the right side of the street.

The two people passed each other across the road.

He Ye thought to himself: Maybe it's some kind of mission again.

……

"Wang Wang!"

The Seagull Park is ablaze with blooming flowers. A golden retriever is running happily, its leash loosened around its neck, its tongue lolling out as it sniffs the delicious aroma in the air, its eyes sparkling.

The enticing aroma of sausages is so strong that even from a hundred meters away, it feels like it's right next to a dog.

So the golden retriever panted even louder, pushed off with its left leg, and ran happily again!
"Wang Wang!"

Behind the golden retriever was a young girl chasing after it with all her might; she was the renowned sergeant of the spy department, Loris, the leader of the fourth squad.

She was so embarrassed she wanted to curse.

"Damn it, Brooke! Come back!" Loris ran up, sweating profusely.

"Woof woof!" The golden retriever obediently turned its head and circled in place, but a few seconds later, just as Loris was about to catch up with it and pick up the leash from the ground!

"Wang!"

It happily took off running again, as if calling for Lolis to follow it.

"Ugh, how annoying!" Loris had no choice but to follow.

With her light golden shoulder-length hair, the girl was running in casual clothes: a white knit sweater and sweatpants. It was a relaxed outfit, but because Brook was running away, she had to break a sweat.

But it's also her fault. She only took Brook out for a walk almost a week ago, so it's understandable that he was bored... It seems she should ask Nitil to help her take him for a walk next time.

The leash dragging on the ground was a result of Loris's carelessness; and her casual attire was because she was off work today.

Yesterday, a spy from Country C was apprehended at the Faculty of Arts and Sciences. Although not much information has been obtained from the interrogation, it has been confirmed that he is unrelated to Humphrey or Miss Mia.

But Loris still suspected the two of them because there were suspicious points about them, and many of these points had not yet been clarified.

However, these matters have been handed over to Marcus (the other four groups of officers) to investigate. His job remains the same: to conduct surveillance and to find new intelligence. We should have some leads in a few days.

Of course, these are all work-related matters.

She needs to bring Brook back now, otherwise it will be troublesome if he hits someone!
……

The camera turned.

People are strolling along the cobblestone path in Seagull Park.

On a wooden bench shaded by trees, the sunlight makes the green leaves in the distance gleam. A man holding a plump grilled sausage in his hand—that's He Ye.

He was taking care of his lunch and breakfast at the same time.

A few minutes earlier, He Ye spent eight kronor at a roadside stall to buy hot dog sandwiches and stir-fried lettuce with tomatoes for lunch. Then she sat down in Seagull Park because the scenery was beautiful and there was no sun.

It's already getting a bit hot as we approach the beginning of summer.

He planned to have lunch here, then take a walk to the bakery or fruit shop to buy some things the girls would like, to ease the tension of the morning's tent incident.

However, just as they were about to start eating...

"Wang Wang!"

A golden retriever came up to him, panting with its red tongue lolling out, and sat down not far from He Ye in a fawning manner, its drooling appearance clearly implying something.

He Ye glanced at the red sausage he was about to bite into, then at the golden retriever opposite him with its shiny fur and collar around its neck.

He Ye didn't sympathize with the dog because it wasn't a stray; instead, she thought to herself, "Who was that rude guy?" Damn it, even walking the dog can lead to losing your own dog; it's truly frustrating.

But soon, He Ye noticed two pretty girls not far away.

They were taking a walk and, judging by their age, should still be university students, but now they had to stop in their tracks, their faces filled with fear. A large golden retriever had suddenly appeared in the middle of the road; it was almost the height of a child and weighed an estimated 50 pounds.

Even a normal person would be a little scared to see it, not to mention that some girls are indeed afraid of dogs.

He Ye thought for a moment, then took a bite of the red sausage, spat it on the ground, and uttered a spiritual phrase: "Suck suck suck."

It should be universally applicable in any world, right?
Sure enough, the golden retriever's eyes lit up immediately, and it pounced over, barking loudly, to He Ye's legs to eat the delicious sausage, devouring it with gusto like a starving stray dog.

Seeing this, the two girls quickly walked past He Ye. As they left, one of them waved and thanked her, moved. He Ye nodded in response; it was nothing, let alone helping so many women.

Just as He Ye was happily accepting the thanks, he felt something disappear from his right hand—his right hand felt lighter.

yeah?
When I came to my senses, I looked at the golden retriever next to my legs and saw that it had taken a bite out of the sausage when I wasn't looking!
"Wang Wang!"

He Ye was speechless for a moment: "..."

Good heavens! This is his lunch! He just found a great spot, ready to enjoy a delicious meal, and now his sausage has been gnawed on by a dog?! Where can he complain?

Although it wasn't all eaten, he couldn't eat the rest—after all, it had been touched by a dog's mouth.

Ugh.

Ugh!
"Fine, I'll give it all to you..."

He Ye was too lazy to argue with the dog, so he picked up the leash from the ground and held it, planning to have a good talk with the dog owner about it later—how could it not even know how to walk a dog properly? That guy is really stupid.
He threw the red sausage on the ground, along with the bread it was wrapped in, since it might have been touched by the dog's mouth. He could only eat his vegetable salad and wait for the golden retriever's owner to come and claim it.

Then I barely ate two bites of the salad.

The golden retriever had turned its small eyes, its tail wagging happily, and looked at the cardboard box (a newspaper bowl for salad) in He Ye's hand.

"Wang Wang!"

It had already finished eating the food on the ground in two or three bites.

He Ye was exasperated. How could this dog be so tactless? — Well, he was only saying that because he was angry. He shouldn't expect a dog to understand human manners.

But for some reason, it looks a bit like Brook. Why is that?

He Ye's mind drifted into memories. He remembered that once, after finishing his night shift at the Big Bird Bar, the two of them sat at the bar eating fried noodles—it was a late-night snack. He Ye ate his fried noodles casually, while Brooke slurped them up intently. You'd think they were having a competition; he ate incredibly fast.

Then, halfway through the meal, someone called He Ye to lend a hand, so He Ye went to help. When he came back, he had two unfinished glasses of beer, which Nicole had left for him.

Back at the bar, Brooke glanced at us and asked if we should each have a drink. True to their brotherly bond, the He Ye brothers readily shared.

Then Brook picked up his cup and gulped it down. He then decided to make a bet with He Ye, a game similar to baseball, where the loser would have to drink.

After the game, Brook lost two rounds in a row, but he had already finished his drink, so he poured the wine from He Ye's glass into his own glass and drank it, claiming that he was willing to accept defeat.

Looking back now, it's both frustrating and nostalgic.

"Don't look at Big Yellow, this is my lunch."

He Ye didn't know its name, so he just ate his lunch casually—which was obviously not enough to fill him up. He glanced at the pitiful golden retriever next to him and finally dropped a few pieces of tomato on the ground.

"Wang Wang!"

Just then, a familiar voice rang out.

"Brook!"

I feel a little angry.

Heye: "?"

Golden Retriever: "?"

He Ye wondered why he heard his friend's name.
Meanwhile, the golden retriever, who was eating a tomato, suddenly became alert. It realized that it had run away too fast and forgotten to wait for its owner, so it hurriedly planned to go back to pick her up, otherwise it might get a beating!

"Woof woof!!"

Keheye reacted quickly, grabbing its leash as if holding onto its destiny.

"I want to see which rude person it is," He Ye said calmly, patting the corner of his clothes that had been brushed by dog ​​hair.

(End of this chapter)