Please make money.

If I hadn't been lucky before and hadn't done something bad that made a big deal and made the other party afraid of me, I would have committed suicide by getting shot eight times in the back.

She was silent for a few seconds, then poked Sister Jing’s head: “You’ll kill her sooner or later—are all your friends in the hotel?”

"Three of them are not here. They were in the three southern provinces of Thailand. They were supposed to come over, but fighting broke out there and the roads were in chaos, so they couldn't come."

"Immediately apply for visas for them and send them back to China. Have you physically stored the data?"

"Yes, here!" Sister Jing took out a CD: "It's all in it."

Alia took the disc and said, "Tell them not to mess around and do these things again. Otherwise, even I can't protect them."

"Sister, what are you going to do?"

"What should we do? Of course we should report it with our real names, what else?"

Alia turned around and grabbed the head of the intelligence department. Looking at the fake smile on his face, she slapped the CD into his hand without hesitation.

"Sir, we found evidence that some guys broke the law. I'm a law-abiding businessman, and I can't stand this kind of thing. I'm going to report them to you by real name!"

"...???"

288-Caught a big fish

Alia is a very lazy person. Her biggest dream in life is to do nothing and enjoy life.

But sometimes, certain people and certain things just need someone to take care of them and can't be let go - just like now.

However, it is managed, but not completely, at least it is different from what most people think.

The intelligence chief looked at the CD in his hand and felt like exclaiming MMP.

What does she mean?

What should I mean?

The two looked at each other, and the intelligence chief even saw the clear and pure beauty in the other's eyes.

...Could it be that her so-called report was serious?

"Well, Miss Ai, what I want to say is that this behavior itself is problematic."

"Really? They won't do it again."

“…Now you also need to cooperate with our investigation.”

The intelligence chief took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat, saying, "Is it possible that we have to negotiate the conditions first, and then you give me this reluctantly?"

Or there may be some other process in the middle, such as hiding, chasing, car racing, gunfight or even amnesia and then jumping down from the top of a building along the sloping wall.

Well, then insurance companies all over the world will refuse to insure you anymore, and list this dangerous action as one of the greatest stunts in world film history.

Aaliya says 'damiyah, damiyah, take it and go quickly.

The intelligence chief was 'courtesy' escorted out, completely stunned, and almost reached the street corner before he realized that this was a brilliant blame-shifting.

There is an old saying that goes, "If you don't fight, no one can fight you."

The other party is not prepared to use these things to negotiate conditions or exchange for any benefits, and they hand you the hot potato together with the basin.

You can eat it, I don't care - but the problem is that the other party can continue to produce hot potatoes! You don't care but others care about you!

After getting in the car, the intelligence chief's subordinate poked his head over and said, "Director, she really doesn't want to hand her over? But it doesn't matter! This is just the first step!"

The subordinate stretched out his hand and clenched his fist: "If you ask her directly for her brother, she will definitely not give it to you. I will change my identity and ask for her brother's subordinates. After weighing the pros and cons, she will think it is more appropriate to give us a few people to shut us up. She will not know that what we want is neither her brother nor those geniuses, but the black accounts in their hands. I - what is this?"

The intelligence chief pressed the CD in his face: "The black account you wanted."

"……what?"

"She reported the black account to me under her real name. I am the head of the intelligence agency now, not the one who negotiated with her."

The subordinate opened his mouth again: "Ah??"

It took the whole van of bread people ten minutes to figure out that this thing was real and that Alia's actions were real.

Black accounts are important, and profits are important, but it seems that to Alia, none of these are more important.

The intelligence chief drove away from the hotel where Alia was staying, which was protected by an entire mechanized infantry battalion, and returned to the office. He lit half a pack of cigarettes before he calmed down.

It's so weird. I've never encountered this kind of industry strategy before. When everyone is focusing on addressing user pain points, the other party has already opened up a new track.

Is it possible that these black accounts were used by him to blackmail those local tyrants, rather than him being unaware that they needed to be reported by enthusiastic citizens?

But the problem is, if someone really reports it - will you do anything about it? If you don't, send a copy to the Grand Palace as well. What if the princess doesn't care?

With just this one move, the intelligence chief discovered that all the black material he had previously used to expose other people's misfortunes had suddenly become a backlog of inventory.

Don't make a noise, or they'll pierce through everything with a fork...

"That's not right, Chief. We can still deal with her! Her subordinates are snooping into our bank data, which is illegal!"

"..." The director glanced at his subordinate who couldn't tell the severity of the problem, touched the cigarette box, and found that there were only two cigarettes left.

He kept one for himself and offered one to the other person: "Come, sit down... How long have you been doing this?"

The subordinate took it with great trepidation: "I have been working here for two and a half years, and just became a full-time employee from a trainee."

"Two and a half years - let me ask you, which is more important, money or Alia?"

"Of course money is important!" The subordinate slapped his thigh. Isn't the reason why he does this job just to make money?

"No, think about it again." The intelligence chief lit a cigarette for the other party, who quickly put his hands together to block the wind.

"Could it be... Alia?" A subordinate was thinking, "Indeed, I heard that the Grand Palace also values ​​her very much, and it seems to be related to economic cooperation."

"That's not right." The intelligence chief picked up the ashtray and weighed it in his hand: "Money and Alia are not important, but compared to them, our own survival is more important."

"…survive?"

"You have been here for two and a half years. What have we done in these two and a half years?"

"We are responsible for the security intelligence in Siam!"

"Then what is this?" The intelligence chief picked up the CD at hand.

"Black account——eh?" The subordinate who realized it later suddenly widened his eyes: "This——"

The agency responsible for domestic intelligence and security affairs has suppressed countless black materials and covered up countless black industry accounts in the past two and a half years. The accounts are all here.

If you intervene, you will be going against those people who paid protection fees before. You will not only take the money but also turn the table over if you don't do the job.

If you don't care, then what have you been doing for the past two and a half years? Singing and dancing rap and turning over songs every day, who is not a black fan?

Who cares about Alia now, and who wants to arrest her? Everyone should be thankful that she doesn't overturn the table and ignores this matter.

"Another way is to solve the problem by eliminating the person who raised the problem."

The intelligence chief handed over the ashtray in his hand and said, "Take this and smash her head off. Go ahead."

"I, I... this... she has red berets... a whole battalion of them..."

"Bang----"

The intelligence chief directly placed the ashtray in his hand on the other person's head, and his suppressed emotions burst out.

"Then why are you saying all that bullshit to me just now! If you don't dare to kill her whole family, what's the use of saying all this here? Ah? She's going to kill my whole family!!"

Perhaps in the eyes of the intelligence chief, Alia is too ambitious, too smart, and too wise.

She used the most appropriate way to break the game. While others were playing chess, she directly summoned her right hand into an attacking state and beat the opponent's chess player.

But Alia actually doesn't have so many thoughts. She just simply wants to be a good person, a law-abiding person.

So you see, sincerity is the greatest killer move, and Alia named this move Love is Infinite.

Soon, very soon, the intelligence agency was attacked by surprise. The summons from the Grand Palace made the intelligence chief go to report on his work with cold sweat on his back.

As for Alia, she made several copies of the same information and submitted them to different departments and people.

Not to mention Counselor Zhang from the Economic and Commercial Office, even the tabloid next door got a copy. Apart from the technical skills, this thing is just a CD of money.

When the Manual of the Sword of Exorcism was printed in batches, the introverted underworld was equivalent to having no such thing, and the same was true for the gray area in Siam.

After finishing all this, Alia finally had time to turn around and deal with her stinky sister.

"...Sister, I was wrong."

"Kneel down!" Alia ignored him and hit him on the back with a broom. "You are not wrong. You are right. I am wrong. I shouldn't let you come here."

"Sister, I was really wrong." Sister Jing pinched her ears and knelt in front of Master Guan for several minutes, feeling aggrieved: "I didn't expect them to make such a big deal..."

"You didn't expect it? You didn't expect that you would let them hide in the hotel? Do you know that if it wasn't for some strange mistake, they would be separated by life and death now?"

Alia had no doubt that if she was not there, the other party would be determined to give Sister Jing an accident.

If you step on the accelerator, not to mention the tourists, even the environmental hazard investigation experts will die - die in the helicopter!

Millions and tens of millions of dollars of profits passed through their black accounts, involving black market data of several large cities in Siam, including Bangkok, Chiang Mai, Pattaya. Alia just took a glance and saw that there were even some related to shipping, which means that their business is not only domestic, but also has international relations.

"How many Jackie Chans do you have for one meal? Do you dare to touch their dirty laundry? Can you beat up the men who come to cause trouble?"

"..."

"Give me your contact information for your friends in the three southern provinces of Thailand. I'll ask Rumlow to pick them up. Leave as soon as you get back! Go back to the country! Otherwise, no one can protect you!"

"It's not that serious... Isn't this resolved?"

"Solved? I solved a problem that wanted to cover up the truth. Do you think the local tyrants will give me face?"

They even dare not give face to the King of Siam. Are you, a foreign businessman who comes to Siam to beg for food, worthy of them bowing their heads?

To put it bluntly, we are still in Bangkok now. If Sister Jing goes to the three southern provinces of Thailand with this halo, she will probably become a real sister when she comes back.

"Boss, you're looking for me?"

"You have connections in the three southern prefectures of Thailand, right?"

"Well, I used to work there as a defense instructor."

"Which instructor is this? The Siamese official army or the other side?"

"All."

"... You are indeed worthy of me." Alia rubbed her forehead and said, "I'll give you an address later. You can take a group of people over there and pick up some of my future employees."

"Wow, they ran that far?"

"Yeah, I heard that things got chaotic again and I can't come back."

"Is this an employee benefit? Boss, you are the best boss I have ever seen."

"Oh, the best bosses - they have to work for me for at least ten years!"

Alia has already calculated the price for Jing's group of awesome friends. They are little geniuses, right? They punish evil and promote good, right? They are world-class network security experts, right?

They will be placed in a dark place, with only a server matrix with world-class computing power and an enterprise-level communication broadband network as their companions.

They are forced to live a regular life every morning. Alia will arrange a cunning life assistant to attack in the posture of a beautiful young lady, to make all-round corrections to their bad living habits, and make them become physically fit men - how can they contribute the greatest labor value to the group if they are in poor health?

Not to mention going out to play, even if you go to the supermarket to buy things, you can only ask a special delivery person to do it for you. You can't even eat random snacks. You can only eat healthy meals.

Once their value has been fully squeezed out, Alia will consider letting them go free. At most, she can give them a few million in severance pay.

Rumlow left with a group of people, and Alia met with Sister Jing's friends one by one and became familiar with them.

These guys have a very immature understanding of real-world interpersonal relationships, and they even asked Alia if she could give them a decent job.

It's so funny, do they think they are so great? Do they know how much trouble they have caused to others?

Isn't it just the ability to easily hack into other people's systems and break into bank-level security? Is that all it takes?

Alia recounted her punishment for them and said that besides being a qualified capitalist, she still had some conscience.

The resettlement allowance will be given to their families, and if necessary, it is possible to bring their families to the country.

"As for annual salary, with your current abilities, I can only offer you the 20th level of the group, which is the expert level."

After regaining all its equity, the Ai Group has been preparing equity incentives and a new salary and benefits grading system.

According to the current classification, Prime Minister Lei has the highest level, as executive vice president and head of the financial insurance department, and his salary is level 24.

According to current salary calculations, most of the employees of Ai Group are below level 18.

An ordinary employee who has worked in the group for ten years, usually at level 16-17, has an annual salary of approximately RMB 40 to RMB 50.

Alia plans to further increase equity incentives for them, in an effort to increase the annual salary of employees at this level to around 60 to 70 yuan.