George lay bored on the chaise longue on the side of the yacht, staring blankly at the fish drifting in the light of the ship's side lights.

Even though it was already night, he still didn't want to go back to the crowded city. Despite the fact that there is his favorite wife and the most precious little angel daughter in the city.

"That's how people are unlucky. I've caught at least 10 pounds of tuna at this time. But not a single fish was baited today. Little Lisa is my favorite tuna. George muttered, picking up the bottle and taking a sip of rum.

"The yacht will not belong to me tomorrow, and the house in Rhodes will be repossessed by the bank tomorrow. But my little Lisa is only in kindergarten, and the company where Jenny works is also in a recession and is laying off employees. George grimaced, and saw no hope for tomorrow.

He is a top student of the law department of Orr State University in the United States, and he has worked hard to become a famous barrister at the age of 32, with a high salary, a beautiful wife and a lovely little angel daughter.

Three years ago, he came to the British Virgin Islands to open a law firm, specializing in company registration and daily maintenance for people in need around the world, with an annual income of more than one million meters.

Everything is so perfect.

But there are unforeseen circumstances. Six months ago, the company he registered was involved in several large-scale international money-laundering cases and was suspected of supporting terrorist organizations. George was forced to close his law firm and be investigated endlessly by the International Police Organization. During this period, the CIA summoned him most frequently.

In the end, although George was exonerated from the crime, he also paid a hefty fine. It was these high fines that brought him to the brink of bankruptcy because he borrowed money from a bank. The yacht he is now riding on the 'Meishen' was his favorite, but he has already negotiated the next owner, and it will be officially handed over to the other party tomorrow. And the money from the sale of the yacht will not fall into his pocket, and will be directly swept away by the bank to pay off the debt he owes.

"Do you really want to take Jenny and little Lisa back to the slums of the United States to receive relief?" George's heart was extremely uncomfortable.

With this bad record, it has been difficult for him to stand up again in related industries. In the future, he will at most work as a small assistant in other law firms. For him, who used to be a barrister and ran his own law firm, it was worse than death.

"God, if anyone can help me out of the predicament in front of me, I can sell my soul to the devil!" George became more depressed the more he thought about it, and he couldn't help but roar up to the sky.

'Ding-ding-ding......' the hand on the small table behind George sounded a message tone.

"Who else will contact me at this time? Could it really be the devil who buys souls?" George turned around from the recliner and looked at his hand.

Suddenly, George's eyes widened. Because there is weird content on the portable screen.

He wiped his eyes and looked again, and the weird content had not changed.

"Do you want to know the meaning of life, do you want to be alive?"

"Shit! I spent 100,000 meters to ask those bullshit experts to customize the firewall for me, but it was still hacked. What the hell shit!" George was furious.

George knows the origin of this classic 'hacker empire' nonsense line on the screen. So his first reaction was disbelief, thinking that his hand had been hacked.

But now George can't do anything about this situation. Because at this time he was floating on the sea alone on a yacht. If you want to find someone to deal with this, you have to go back to the city.

After the outburst, George clearly realized his current situation, and couldn't help but stare at the hand.

There is a specialization in the art industry. George was proficient in law and economic management, but he had no knowledge of electronic procedures. Faced with the 'poisoned' hand, he didn't know what to do.

He tried to press the shutdown button, but there was no response from his hand. He immediately understood that his hand had been conquered by others, both physically and mentally.

The content on the portable screen flickered and an extra line appeared: "Mr. George, please give your answer." ”

"Oh, shit. You even know my name. How much more do you know about me?" said George, unconsciously.

On the other side, it seems that George's words can be heard through the built-in voice device on the hand, and lines of handwriting begin to appear on the handheld screen: William George, male, white, 35 years old, was born on June 11, 1993 in the Virgin Mary Gynecology Hospital in Shengzhou, the capital of the United States. Father...... Mother...... In 2015, he graduated from the Faculty of Law of the Orr State University...... Anarchist tendencies, no racist thoughts, member of Greenpeace, confident, optimistic and cheerful, with a strong spirit of contract...... ...... 2025 Barrister...... Relocation to Rhodes City...... Law Firm ...... Money Laundering ...... Go belly up.

George watched dumbfounded as he watched on the screen and clearly listed his past experiences one by one, especially the very accurate summary of his character. He felt his heart beat faster and faster. When did such a terrorist hacker stare coldly at his every move behind his back? What exactly did this hacker do to him?

"Mr. George, am I right?" asked the other person on the screen.

"Damn, you're right, you're all right, what the hell do you want to do? I'm nothing, I'm in debt, and you don't want anything from me!" said George, frightened and frightened, and couldn't help but rant loudly into his hand.

"No, Mr. George, you are wrong. You have something very precious about you. The other party responded.

"Oh, do you mean, I still have a soul? Are you really the devil who came to buy my soul? Well, tell me what you can offer. For the sake of Jenny and little Lisa, I can really sell my soul. George said with fear and half hope.

"Mr. George, your willingness to give your life for your wife and daughter is admirable. It's also one of the precious things you have. I won't want your soul, though. Actually, I'm here to save you. As long as you are willing to be saved. ”

"Oh, yes, I do. As long as Jenny and Little Lisa can continue to live the good life they used to have, I am willing to give everything I have, and I am willing to be saved by you!" George hurriedly stated.

"Good. I think we've reached consensus on some things. You give me everything you have, and I pay you enough to be able to do what you want. Am I right?"

"Well, that's about it. But can you tell me what you want me to do, and what kind of pay you can pay me?" said George, with a sudden hesitation.

Although he said that he could sell his soul to the devil, according to mythology and legend, even if he made an agreement with the devil, his soul would not be given to the devil until after death. This is equivalent to the meaning of the Chinese people when they swear to say, 'never to be reborn after death'. If the other party asked him to do some bad things while he was alive, it would still be a difficult challenge to his moral code.

"Mr. George can rest assured. I'm not going to ask you to do something that's clearly illegal. Actually, I'm going to let you continue in the profession you're doing, only you'll have a few more job auras on you. What you usually do is normal legal planning and administration. From now on, though, you will no longer be your own boss. From the moment you agreed to my request, I was your boss. Correspondingly, I pay you more than double your previous earnings in the beginning. As for how high your income level can reach in the future, it depends on how loyal you are to me and how well you work. ”

"More than double your income before?" you mean, ......?" George's heart beat faster again.

"Yes, you used to earn more than double your income. Your previous annual income was about 1 million meters. But that's not stable enough. I'll give you a stable annual salary of $2 million now. Because of your special situation, I can even advance you half a year's salary in advance so that you can solve the current dilemma. ”

"You mean, you advanced my salary of 1 million meters in advance?" George couldn't believe it.

With this 1 million meters, his yacht can be kept, and his house can be kept. His law firm will be open tomorrow. Even if he had to work for the guy who was going to be his boss, he could get Jenny to quit her current job and take care of the law firm. With his help, the law firm should be able to sustain itself.

"Mr. George, as long as you nod your head and promise to sell yourself to me, and work for me seriously from now on, 1 million meters will be paid to your account immediately. ”

"Really, aren't you afraid that I'll regret it when I get the money?" asked George.

"Hehe......" The other party's answer this time was only the meaningful word 'hehe'.

George was silent. His rhetorical question was just casually asked. In fact, he knew that with the other party's handwriting of throwing 1 million rice yuan, if he really regretted it after agreeing to the other party, the other party only needed to hang a reward of 100,000 meters on the underground dark web, and there would be many mercenaries in the world who would be interested in his life. Perhaps, it will also involve Jenny and Lisa?

"I decided, no matter what you do, as long as what you ask me to do is not illegal, I can promise you. George suddenly calmed down and said solemnly.

"It doesn't seem realistic to say that it's not illegal at all. Because the laws vary from country to country in the world. In some countries, the law is even the exact opposite. If you obey the laws of one country, you violate the laws of another country. All I can say about this is that what I want you to do will not go against the basic axioms and basic justice of humanity, and will not allow your conscience to be condemned by itself. ”

"You're right. It is subject to non-violation of the basic axioms and basic justice of mankind. On this premise, I will give you all my loyalty. Until the day you can't afford to pay my salary. George covered his heart with his right hand and said reverently.

"Good. Mr. George, you have made the wisest choice of your life. You listen ......"

'Drop', the message prompt on George's mobile phone sounded.

George hurriedly turned on his phone and found that it was a bank information prompt. He clicked on it as soon as possible.

"Mr. George, your account has just received 1 million meters. Deduction of mortgage payable, car loan, social security ...... for this month and June, July and August A total of 220,000 meters, after deducting a total of 450,000 meters of other bank loans payable this month, your current account balance is: 330,000 meters. ”

George's eyes moistened. The content of this line in front of me is the most beautiful text content in the world!

“BOSS！”

George held his hand and bowed respectfully.

Although George still doesn't know who he sold himself to, this is already his last straw.

If he doesn't want to sink here, he can only hold on to this straw.

From the moment the 1 million meters were transferred to his bank account, he had no room for remorse.

Since he couldn't regret it, he didn't have the heart to regret it, George simply packed up his feelings and immediately entered the state of part-time work.

Perhaps, as this mysterious boss said, this will be the wisest choice in his life?

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