Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 517 Ye Fan: I need a pair of eyes; Tang Bo: I need money.

He looked at the man in black opposite him, who had calmed down somewhat, and said in a steady and gentle voice, "Brother, I haven't asked how to address you yet?"

Tang Bo then gulped down the remaining half bottle of mineral water into his parched throat, but the fingertips holding the empty bottle were still trembling slightly.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his still pounding heart, and his expression became more serious than ever before: "Brother! My name is Tang Bo! Bo is the Bo of 'wandering'!"

He paused, his gaze fixed intently on Ye Fan, and said, word by word, "Today you saved my worthless life, a debt of gratitude I need no words of thanks for! From now on, if you ask, I, Tang Bo, would not even flinch from you, even if it meant going through fire and water!"

When Ye Fan heard the name "Bo" (泊), a hint of barely perceptible interest flashed in his eyes. He thought to himself: The name is quite fitting; it really sounds like a wandering swordsman.

He waved his hand casually, his smile nonchalant: "Brother Tang, you flatter me. It was nothing more than a small favor. Human life is at stake. If someone saw someone hanging outside their window about to strangle themselves, wouldn't they be unable to stand idly by?"

"That's not necessarily true!"

A bitter smile, tinged with worldly wisdom, appeared on Tang Bo's face, his eyes revealing a weary understanding of the fickle nature of human relationships.

"Although I don't cover social news, haven't I seen my fair share of monsters and scoundrels? These days, the norm is to avoid trouble and stay far away! Someone like you, brother, who would lend a helping hand without hesitation... is extremely rare! Therefore, I, Tang Bo, will remember this kindness to the bone, and I will never forget it until I die!"

Ye Fan nodded slightly, following the lead of the conversation, and earnestly advised:

"I appreciate Brother Tang's kindness. But honestly, try to avoid doing these high-stakes jobs as much as possible. Money is important, but you only have one life. If you lose it all, all the wealth and status are meaningless!"

The moment the word "money" was mentioned, the glimmer of light that had just ignited in Tang Bo's eyes dimmed instantly.

He let out a long, heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly.

"Sigh...who can argue with that? But this line of work...it's tough! We risk our lives, earning a pittance, and sometimes we can't even scrape together enough to buy equipment, repair machines, or pay for medical treatment after being chased and beaten!"

Ye Fan raised an eyebrow at just the right moment, revealing just the right amount of doubt and interest, signaling him to continue pouring out his grievances.

Tang Bo grinned self-deprecatingly, as if he had opened a box filled with bitter tears:

"Take last month for example. To film that top-tier actress's 'nude party' at a private club's pool, I wore an oxygen tank and a special camouflage suit, and squatted in the freezing water for a full three hours! I managed to get the shot, but damn it... the waterproof case aged and leaked! My camera, which cost over ten thousand, was ruined on the spot! In the end, the money I finally managed to sell it was barely enough to buy a new lens! It was a complete waste of my life!"

Ye Fan's eyelids twitched upon hearing this: Good heavens, this guy is really ruthless to himself! He's practically a human amphibious reconnaissance device!

"Wait a minute," Ye Fan interrupted him at the right moment, his doubt genuine: "You were squatting at the bottom of the pool for three hours? Didn't any of those men and women at the party notice there was a living person underwater? Were they all blind?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Bo's face immediately lit up with a gleam of professional pride. He chuckled, lowering his voice with a hint of mystery and smugness:

"Brother, you're completely out of the loop! I have custom-made 'chameleon' camouflage cloth! Just crouch in the darkest corner of the pool, and its color and texture will perfectly match the pool floor tiles! Even if someone dives down and swims right up to you, they won't notice unless they feel it closely! This is military-grade material imported from abroad at a huge cost!"

Ye Fan was shocked once again.

If you thought he was a "talented person" just now, it seems that he is clearly a "genius" who is well-versed in stealth and disguise!

He couldn't help but press, "Does everyone in your line of work... have to work this hard?"

"That's not the case."

Tang Bo waved his hand, his expression regaining some of the composure and confidence he once had in control of the situation:

"For ordinary small fry, I can just send my informants to keep an eye on them. Only the biggest scoops that can shake the entertainment industry and are priceless are worth my personal involvement."

He leaned forward slightly, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible pride:

"I'm not bragging, but I have over twenty 'eyes and ears' just around Jinling Normal University and Nanjing University across the street! If I need to, I can find out the license plate, owner's background, and even which girl was picking up of any unregistered luxury car that drives past the school gate within five minutes!"

Ye Fan's heart suddenly raced!

Aren't these exactly the eyes and ears I lack most?

As his plans continue to unfold, he will inevitably have to contend with all sorts of people and forces in the future.

If one could control an intelligence force like Tang Bo's—one that is "unconventional, cunning, and all-pervasive"—it would be like having an all-seeing eye on the chessboard!

He feigned ignorance and continued to guide the conversation:

"Since you're so professional and have so many leads, you should be rolling in money, so how come... you're still struggling... uh, living a life of hardship?"

Tang Bo's face was almost overflowing with helplessness:

"Sigh! My friend, you don't know the ins and outs of this! Nine times out of ten, these juicy stories end up being bought back by those deep-pocketed agencies or the individuals involved with huge sums of money for 'public relations'! The lion's share goes straight into the pockets of the company bosses! The meager allowance I get is barely enough to fill a gap between my teeth, and I still have to carefully budget to support those 'eyes' who make a living! Sometimes, even upgrading equipment requires tightening my belt!"

Ye Fan already understood perfectly.

The seemingly disheveled Tang Bo in front of us is not only a genius with extraordinary skills, but also controls a potentially huge underground intelligence network!

He is exactly the "intelligence hub" that I need in my future business empire!

It is not impossible to even build a covert and efficient security and information barrier based on this.

The decision has been made.

Ye Fan suddenly stood up, his tall figure casting a silent shadow in the dim light.

He walked up to Tang Bo, reached out and patted his shoulder firmly, the force steady and carrying a peculiar sense of trust.

The smile on his face was friendly yet contained an undeniable power.

"Brother Tang, let's find a quiet place to have a couple of drinks and get rid of your bad luck."

He paused slightly, his deep eyes fixed on Tang Bo, his voice low and seductive: "How about we talk about some longer-term, more lucrative business?"

Tang Bo was taken aback at first, then met Ye Fan's eyes, which seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

There was no contempt or mockery in his eyes, only a seriousness born from a deep understanding of value and the glimmer of opportunity.

A strong premonition welled up in my heart.

His Adam's apple bobbed, then without further hesitation, he nodded forcefully and emphatically: "Alright! I'll do as you say, brother!"