Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 43: Columbus Foundation (Please follow!)

Upon hearing the question raised by Vireness, Luo An's heart eased up a bit; it seemed that it was just a routine inquiry, and the FBI high-ups didn't truly harbor doubts about his identity.

After a bit of thought, it made sense—Luo An Greenwood came from an unblemished background, a standard descendant of a middle-class American family.

The life histories of his parents and himself were clear and verifiable, the taxes due were...

...presumably all paid without omission.

Moreover, Luo An Greenwood had never come into contact with suspicious foreigners from a young age, making him seem like a qualified supporter of the American government.

Therefore, Luo An was not at all panicked; he tilted his head, stretched out his hand towards the business cards on her desk, and asked:

"May I take one?"

Vireness nodded, and Luo An stood up, took a business card between two fingers, and then flicked it hard towards a calendar in the corner of the office!

Thwack—

A blurry shadow flashed past, and Vireness's business card was firmly stuck in the calendar.

"Just a little trick, Chief."

Seeing Vireness's pupils contract slightly, Luo An shrugged nonchalantly and said:

"I learned this move just to casually chat up girls."

"Is that so?"

Vireness gave Luo An a deep look, then lowered her head to scribble in a folder while saying:

"You probably practiced for quite a while, to be able to drive a pen into someone's skull, I bet."

"No, Chief."

Luo An shook his head; things from his past life didn't count in this one, as he had never practiced it in this lifetime, so he explained sincerely:

"I was just born with a bit more strength than others."

Vireness paused her writing, looked up to glare at Luo An briefly, then tossed the finished folder aside, finally getting down to business.

"Luo An Greenwood."

Vireness leaned back, crossed her legs elegantly and watched Luo An intently, saying:

"At the press conference before, I had issued a warrant for this serial killer, 100,000 US Dollars. This amount of money will be distributed this weekend, which is tomorrow, along with your salary for this month. Go back and let Augustus know."

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Luo An's eyes brightened, and he said with a smile:

"Thank you, Chief. I appreciate your support during the case resolution."

Vireness ignored Luo An's follow-up and pulled out a black folder from the bottom of the pile of folders nearby, opened it, and handed it to Luo An, speaking indifferently:

"This is an internal fund of the FBI, named the Columbus Foundation.

If you participate in it, the foundation's administrators will deduct one-tenth of your salary each month for operations.

After a few months, every Christmas, you will be able to receive a payout a bit higher than the deducted portion of your salary."

Upon hearing Vireness's words, Luo An raised an eyebrow, didn't even look at the documents inside the black folder, and directly asked:

"Chief, have you joined this Columbus Foundation?"

"Of course."

Vireness nodded, her expression unchanged, and after a moment's silence, she added:

"Augustus is a member, too."

Luo An suddenly understood, licked his lips, and continued to ask:

"May I know the annual earnings rate of this foundation?"

"The earnings rate is not fixed, Luo An."

Hearing this, Vireness uncrossed her legs and leaned forward with her voluptuous body, her eyes locked onto Luo An in front of the desk and said:

"My annual return rate is higher than Augustus's, and his is higher than yours, understand?"

"Understood."

Luo An nodded, meaning the higher the position, the more money one gets at the end of the year. What's there not to understand?

Taking a pen from the desk, Luo An removed the cap and flipped to the last page of the contract in the black folder without hurrying to sign. Instead, he looked intently into Vireness's eyes and asked seriously:

"One last question, boss, can I know who has not joined this foundation?"

The two locked gazes, and Luo An's handsome face made Vireness's heart skip a beat, her legs moving subconsciously.

She understood the subtext in Luo An's question. Her expression turned stern, and after hesitating for a moment, Virene said:

"There are many people who haven't joined this foundation, Luo An. They're not qualified... But Broson and a few of his agents have joined another foundation."

Luo An nodded in realization, finally understanding why Broson had targeted Virene before.

It was because they had joined different... foundations!

Having heard the answer he wanted, Luo An flipped the pen around, bowed his head in silence for a moment, a curious light twinkling in his eyes, and signed his name on the last page of the folder.

Luo An never really considered refusing to join the Columbus Foundation.

The reason was simple - in the world of high-stakes, having power and background was essential.

In America, personal strength wasn't that useful. Sticking together was the real deal.

Yesterday's press conference, in the eyes of those with intentions, signified Luo An as one of Vireness's subordinates, already part of the Columbus Foundation's show of strength.

Whether or not he joined the Columbus Foundation, he had already been branded as one of Vireness's underlings, so why not join if there was money to be made?

However, joining was one thing. He could take the money and deal with matters as he pleased, but he couldn't leave behind anything that could be key evidence.

So this time, when signing, he used the writing habits of Luo An from his past life, not those of Luo An Greenwood from this life.

If something happened in the future and handwriting verification was needed, things would get interesting.

Those New York lawyers who could argue black was white as long as they were paid would surely leave the opposing lawyers doubting their own existence with the handwriting report in hand.

Of course, this was just a precaution.

"Lucky I've only been here three days, old habits haven't merged with the new ones yet."

Looking at the flamboyant English letters in the folder, Luo An felt a tinge of reluctance. From now on, he could no longer write in the style of Luo An.

"Ah well, if I stop writing, I stop. Trading a handwriting style for a stack of US Dollars I get every year isn't a bad deal!"

After signing, Luo An handed the black folder back to Vireness with a smile, and cheekily asked:

"Boss, are there any other foundations? I'd like to be happier than others every Christmas."

"..."

Vireness put away the black folder, and after hearing Luo An's words, she threw him a stern look and pointed to the calendar beside her:

"This month's wages will be deducted 20 US Dollars for damaging property."

"?"

This crappy calendar is worth 20 US Dollars?

Hearing Vireness's words, Luo An's face flushed, and he put his hand... into his pocket, pulling out the 20 US Dollar bill he initially got from the [Today's Treasure Box].

"Boss, here are 20 US Dollars. An agent's salary isn't much every month, you really shouldn't deduct it."

Placing the 20 US Dollars on the desk, Luo An sneered and left the office.

"..."

Looking at the closing office door, then at the 20 US Dollars on the desk, Vireness paused for a moment, touched her forehead with a smile, and tossed the bill next to the calendar.

She bowed her head to work on some documents, and later on pocketed the 20 US Dollars into her pants.