"Dear dreadpiratejones, I can understand your distrust of me. But that doesn't stop me from wanting to work with you. If there is any way to dispel your concerns about me, then I would be willing to prove to you my sincerity, your friend, Nero!"

When DPJ received another email from Nero, it was a few days later. These days, Nero's business plan keeps popping up in DPJ's mind. Truth be told, DPJ agrees with Nero from the bottom of his heart. But mere recognition doesn't dispel the doubts in DPJ's mind.

"You don't need to prove anything to me, because I didn't even think about working with you......"

Again, the DPJ denied Nero's request in the mail.

After a moment of silence, Nero still sent a new email to DPJ. DPJ felt impatient, but he still opened the other party's email.

"Okay DPJ, maybe you really think you're amazing. Actually, I used to think so, but now, I feel like I think a little too much of you. I have been in business for many years, and I have seen too many hurried passers-by in this industry, although many of them ended up in the hands of the police because of their carelessness, but many more did give up the opportunity in front of them because of their cowardice and cowardice. If I had to describe you in one sentence, I don't think there's anything more appropriate than a mouse's eye......"

Seeing Nero blaming himself in his new email, DPJ couldn't help but feel a little angry, because no one had ever dared to talk to him like that on the Black Death. He decided to give the other party a warning, teach this arrogant guy a good lesson, and let him know that he knew how good he was.

"Who do you think you are? Well, I still admired you, but we didn't have any contact before, so I refused your request for cooperation. But now, I've changed my mind a little bit, and if you dare to tell me who you are, I'll show you why I'm called a dreadpiratejones......"

I don't know if it's because I didn't have a good rest last night, but DPJ is really a bit hot today. Just last night, DPJ suddenly discovered that Green Poison, who has always been very diligent, has not dealt with back-office transaction disputes for a long time. When DPJ angrily contacted Green Poison and asked him what was going on, Green Poison told him that it was because his joints had deteriorated in the past few days, and the pain was almost killing him, and he had spent a lot of time going to the doctor.

"See a doctor? Don't you know how important reputation was to the Black Death, if the problems our users have can't be solved in a timely manner. They'll think there's something wrong with the site itself. People will worry about whether the Black Death has been conquered by the FBI and completely abandoned us. I've paid you far more than you've paid, and if what you're doing isn't worth it, I'll always consider finding someone to replace you......"

DPJ spent most of the night reprimanding Green Poison, and it was only after Green Poison repeatedly assured that such a thing would never happen again, and DPJ reluctantly forgave Green Poison for his dereliction of duty. However, as punishment, DPJ still deducted an entire month's salary from Green Poison.

DPJ thought that his intimidation would make Nero relent, and just as he was about to take action to permanently strip Nero of his membership from the backstage, all of a sudden, DPJ received a reply from Nero.

Nero didn't leave any words in the email, but it did include a picture. A wanted warrant titled Antedbyfbi.

The person on the wanted warrant who was bountied by the FBI was Vinogradov Timashuk, a Russian-American surgeon. According to the information on the wanted warrant, Vinogradov has been linked to a number of cases of organ smuggling. On the warrant, Vinogradov is listed as extremely dangerous, and the F.B.I. has offered him a bounty of $7 million.

"You're Vinogradov?"

DPJ, who saw the wanted post, quickly reined in his contempt. A person who is wanted by the FBI and can still hang out on the dark web at a leisurely pace can only make DPJ feel respectful from the bottom of his heart.

"It used to be, and now I use other names!"

Nero was quick to answer the questions posed by the DPJ, and the originally tense conversation between the two sides eased up after Nero voluntarily revealed his identity.

"However, this is just a wanted post, and I'm not sure that you sitting in front of the computer are the wanted Venogradov!"

"Then let me do something for you, do something that can prove my identity!"

"It's easy to say, I don't have anything to ask you for!"

"DPJ, I think you seem to have banned Green Poison from buying and selling drugs on the Black Death, right?"

"Yes, China is crazy, I don't want the Black Death to be on the evening news every day!"

"But why do I think your employees don't seem to want to listen to you?"

Nero said, and then sent some pictures to DPJ. When DPJ saw the content on the picture, he was surprised and almost smashed the computer.

The content of the picture is actually an email sent by Green Poison to Nero, in which Green Poison is frantically selling Nero something called Blue Ice.

"Isn't it surprising, dpj? Your staff is going behind your back asking every potential buyer on the Black Death. And I was fortunate enough to get an invitation from Green Poison. By the way, I still have a little bit of blue ice on my hand. It seems that this is a new compound with very high purity, and according to the analysis done by my technicians, the main raw material for the production of blue ice is likely to be the same as that of Chinese white, but the preparation method of blue ice is more demanding for the experimental environment, which means that your employees are likely to find a chemical plant to supply him......"

As the picture of Blue Ice appeared in the newly received email, DPJ angrily picked up the crystal wine glass in his hand and threw it to the ground. He now finally understands the reason for the slack work of green poison during this time.

"What do you want to do?"

DPJ, who felt humiliated, asked Nero angrily. He didn't know why Nero had told him about it.

"It's very simple, I can help you clean up the portal, which can not only solve your potential pitfalls, but also prove the sincerity of my cooperation with you. I think it's time for you to get a new customer service ......"

DPJ carefully weighed Nero's suggestion to him, and after half a ring, a wicked smile appeared on DPJ's face.