Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 1267 - 1272: Gold Mine

Chapter 1267: Chapter 1272: Gold Mine

No need to talk with Wahid anymore.

Yang Yi can chat with Wahid about food, women, or how to have fun, but he can’t talk about tasks.

Regarding tasks, saying even one word to Wahid is a waste of time.

Although the Shah’s Intelligence Agency is supposed to be a professional institution, despite having a lot of dark history and no achievements to show, professionalism is still professionalism, much better than a playboy who only knows how to indulge.

So Yang Yi lets Anton talk with the professionals, while he chats with Wahid.

Why chat with Wahid? Because Wahid is a gold mine.

Think about it, really think about it: a deputy director of the Shah’s Intelligence Agency who can intervene swiftly, which means he holds real power.

A real-power deputy director must have some valuable information, even if he’s not the sharpest, isn’t such a person worth befriending?

It’s absolutely necessary, don’t forget Yang Yi is in the intelligence business.

So the real work is assigned to Anton, while Yang Yi is responsible for making some extra cash, it’s a perfect arrangement.

Wahid didn’t hesitate over Yang Yi’s suggestion, immediately saying: "Good idea! I’ll make the call."

Yang Yi turned his head and snapped his fingers at Anton, who was sitting in the corner.

Anton walked over to Yang Yi, looking very mighty, with a fierce expression, his whole demeanor screamed two words, powerful.

For Anton, who can act human or ghost-like, why appear so mighty?

Obviously, to make Wahid feel Yang Yi is impressive.

Assessing people and acting accordingly, Anton reckoned Wahid would be impressed, so he put on a cool stance.

Sitting down, he didn’t stand out, but standing in front of Wahid gave a strong sense of pressure.

Indeed, Wahid was impressed, glanced at Anton twice, then nodded to himself, without knowing exactly why.

"Old demon, go talk to... His Highness Wahid’s subordinates about our task."

Wahid picked up the phone, rarely making calls himself, and when connected, he spoke decisively: "Come to the meeting place, be quick, within five minutes, this task is now yours to handle, got it?"

Wahid hung up the phone, Yang Yi waved at Anton, who then coldly went outside to wait.

Watching Anton leave, Wahid turned to Yang Yi: "Your subordinate is good, looks like a capable guy."

Yang Yi smiled, slowly replied: "Prince Wahid, I’m curious about your falcon’s achievements? I know there must be some, and I’m eager to know."

Yang Yi hit the nail on the head, Wahid got excited and said: "Of course, of course! At a hunting event with sixty participants, with the same falcon, I caught four rabbits in one afternoon. There were only ten rabbits, my falcon caught four of them, among sixty participants."

In Shah, hunting with falcons is a sport, with a minimum of three to five people, and can have up to fifty or sixty, competing whose falcon catches more prey.

Yang Yi promptly agreed: "That’s truly impressive!"

Wahid proudly said: "Naturally, and I trained this falcon myself."

One who boasts freely, Yang Yi knew Wahid was bragging because training falcons is complex, a true test of skill and patience.

Looking at Wahid’s demeanor, Yang Yi doubted he could train a falcon.

"Can I buy a falcon from you? I’d like one you trained personally."

Yang Yi appeared sincere, while Wahid felt pleased.

Wahid probably isn’t short of money, but enthusiasts often take pride in others seeking their creations, the worth of a trained bird representing the trainer’s prowess, so Wahid yearns for accomplishment, not money.

"Hahaha, my falcons aren’t for sale, but... I can give you one."

As though making a big sacrifice, Wahid decisively told Yang Yi: "I have a newly trained falcon, hasn’t competed yet, but has fantastic potential. I’d like to gift it to you. I intended to use it in the King’s Falcon Festival. Its flight is superb, you’ll understand once you see it."

Yang Yi appeared delighted, excitedly saying: "Great! I must think hard on how to reciprocate your gift, it’s so challenging to find a match... Um, do you like cars? I have one..."

"I own over a hundred cars, my friend, maybe more than two hundred, who knows, but I have plenty, hahaha."

Wahid laughed heartily, Yang Yi showed a conflicted look, then whispered: "In that case, um, maybe I can find some great cheetahs in Africa."

Wahid waved his hand again, laughed: "That works, let’s hunt in Africa together someday, as mentioned, I like cheetahs too. I can introduce you to many cheetah enthusiasts; we have a club."

Yang Yi exhaled, said: "What other hobbies do you have besides hunting?"

"Too many."

Wahid shook his head, looking helpless: "Many hobbies, but what else is there to play? My friend, the world is dull, just those things, tedious."

Yang Yi became Wahid’s friend, he smiled, glanced out the window, noticing someone who seemed more normal had joined Anton.

It’s good to start the real business, but as Yang Yi turned back, Wahid pondered deeply: "Maybe we should inquire, delegating everything isn’t always good, let them come inside, talk business under our supervision."

Wahid looked at his follower, who quietly said: "Prince, the falcon was sold yesterday."

Wahid frowned but soon his expression eased, said: "No problem, I’ve decided to gift my friend a falcon. Now, let Azar in, let them discuss inside."

The follower immediately left, Wahid didn’t seek Yang Yi’s opinion, merely informed him of his decision.

Yang Yi didn’t react, soon Anton and someone from the Shah’s Intelligence who could actually work came in.

Wahid pointed to the nearest table, sternly said: "Talk here, start now, I’m listening."