Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!
Chapter 660: Includes Meals and Accommodation?

Chapter 660: Chapter 660: Includes Meals and Accommodation?

"My point exactly," Jiang Li said, "I’ll pay off the over twelve million your father owes, but in exchange, you’ll be my bodyguard for thirty years. I’ll give you a salary of ten thousand per month. During this period, you must ensure my personal safety at all costs. How about it?"

Ji Yanbai was stunned.

It took him a long time to process.

"You’re going to pay off over twelve million for me? And give me a salary? Why?"

Jiang Li calmly explained, "You’re worth it. If it wasn’t for me, five billion would have been yours already."

Ji Yanbai clenched his teeth and then exhaled, "I guess I’m just not meant for fortune."

Jiang Li nodded, "Exactly, I’ve looked into your Four Pillars of Destiny. You do indeed have thin luck, no roots, and no wealth fortune. Even without me, you probably couldn’t have gotten your hands on that five billion."

Ji Yanbai: "....."

"Then what you just said...."

"It was just to comfort you."

Ji Yanbai: "......"

Then why did she have to directly jab him in the heart like that?

Are there such people?!

Jiang Li continued undisturbed, "So, clinging to me is your only chance to turn your fortunes around. Think it over."

Ji Yanbai held the stack of documents and was silent for a long time.

Although Jiang Li’s words were direct, they indeed made sense.

He was now at a point where he couldn’t survive much longer.

Perhaps following her might offer a way out?

Ji Yanbai opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I have one question. If you answer it, I’ll sign."

Jiang Li: "Okay."

Ji Yanbai: "Does it include room and board?"

Jiang Li: ?

Ji Yanbai coughed, "Properties in the Capital are too expensive. I can’t afford the rent."

"Don’t worry about that. I’ll arrange it for you."

...

When Jiang Li returned to the hospital, there was an additional person behind her.

Jiang Yan stared at the man for a long while before he recognized him.

"Ji Yanbai?!"

He exclaimed directly to his face, "Why did you bring him here?!"

Jiang Cheng also warily stared at the man standing behind Jiang Li, who was a head taller than her.

Why was his sister so enchanting? Why did men always follow her wherever she went?!

These people were too annoying!

Jiang Li lifted an eyelid, "Why can’t I bring someone along? Ji Yanbai is now my personal bodyguard, so be polite to him."

Conversely, Ji Yanbai was quite polite to Jiang Li, but for everyone else, he generally just swept his cold gaze over them.

The people in the room didn’t dare to breathe too loudly; seeing Ji Yanbai, they unconsciously remembered the harrowing days enclosed in the wooden hut.

Their fear was effectively summoned.

"What? Personal bodyguard? Hiring him?" Jiang Yan, confused and slightly agitated, blurted out three questions in a row, "Then why didn’t you hire me? Am I not capable of protecting you well?"

Jiang Li glanced at him, "Then you spar with Ji Yanbai for a couple of moves, if you win, I will hire you."

Jiang Yan: "....."

His voice lowered, "Then you should just hire him..."

The others didn’t say anything either.

After all, their hostility towards Ji Yanbai was only on that island, and once back on shore, each went about their respective duties without interference or conflict, and certainly no one had issues with anyone else.

Ji Yanbai wasn’t a talkative person and didn’t like crowded places, after coordinating some routine tasks with Jiang Li, he left.

After leaving the hospital, the sky outside had completely darkened, Ji Yanbai rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a card that Jiang Li had given him, recalling the words she had just said—

"The bodyguard is also a part of my personal image, I like cleanliness and have a bit of an appearance association, so Bodyguard Ji, please clean yourself up before following me."

"This is your salary for one month in advance, manage it as you see fit."

Ji Yanbai didn’t look back as he entered a nearby mall and when he emerged again, his previously dirty attire was gone, replaced by a clean, simple army green parka, his hair and beard also shaved, restoring his earlier fresh appearance.

Despite his figure being much thinner than before, his vigor had returned, sweeping away his previous despondency, his gaze now sharp and resilient.

Seemingly reminded of something, Ji Yanbai took out his phone and dialed a number.

After a long while, the call was answered, Ji Yanbai spoke in a deep voice, "Mu Ye, are you up for a private job?"

Mu Ye: ?

...

Gu Mansion.

After Zhao Lang came out from the old man’s room, he headed straight for the basement.

On the right side of the basement was a huge circular ancestral hall, honoring the ancestors of the Gu Family for generations.

Logically, for a grand family like the Gu Family, the ancestral hall often had to be enlarged to three stories to accommodate everything.

The Gu Family’s ancestral tablets just barely filled one room.

Normally, family ancestral halls are carefully located in places with the best Feng Shui, full of Spiritual Energy and positivity.

However, the Gu Family’s ancestral hall was hidden in this dark, sunless basement.

This was the work of a master called upon by the old man when he was young.

His family’s malevolent energy he could not dispel, only counter it with this method: using Yin energy to lock the ancestors’ tablets to ensure the safety of their living descendants.

Following the rules, Zhao Lang cleaned his hands, then bowed thrice and kowtowed nine times, and only after several rounds of incense did he leave the ancestral hall, folding into the furthest corner of the basement.

This space was akin to a storeroom, filled with various items.

For example, the first room was a small treasury, full of countless amounts of gold hoarded by the family.

The second room housed antiques, with artifacts from various eras placed on shelves covered with red cloth.

According to the old man, these items, which should not be exposed to sunlight, were Yin objects that could only be hidden in the basement, not displayed in the house for people to admire.

Further inside were various types of rooms, all brimming impressively.

Each room’s door was made with a special technique, impervious even to ordinary explosives.

Zhao Lang had a clear purpose and directly approached the last door, entered a string of passwords, and the iron door opened with a sound.

The room was exceptionally dim with only a solitary lamp shining in the middle. Underneath the lamp, a woman was bound to an iron chair, her complexion pale, devoid of life.

Seeing him come in, Pei Ye slowly approached.

"Sir, she still refuses to reveal the hideout of that group."

Zhao Lang, without a word, put on a pair of white gloves and then leaned down, gripped Zhuola’s chin with two fingers.

Zhuola felt as if her bones were crushed by the man before her in an instant, the immense pain woke her from the edge of unconsciousness. Struggling to open her eyes, she first saw the man’s silver-white hair under the lamp, glowing faintly, almost god-like.

But his face was covered with a devilish darkness, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.