Feeling that the shoe was hit, Jenkins looked down and saw that it was a small rough leather ball, which looked like it was replaced by a steam bag on a broken steam engine. The three William brothers also had similar toys when they were young, and the memory of the original owner surged up from the depths of their mind as soon as they saw it.
He bent down to pick up the ball, and then looked around. Sure enough, not far away, he saw two worried boys who wanted to leave but were reluctant to leave.
Jenkins smiled and tossed the ball to the two. His strength was just right, and the ball fell in front of the boys. The older boy picked it up immediately, bowed slightly to Jenkins with his companions, and then left as if running away.
The gloomy weather did not affect Jenkins' good mood. When he returned to St. George's Avenue, he happened to meet the postman delivering the letter. He is not what he looks like now, so he didn't go up to chat. After sneaking into the house from the backyard, I saw the neighbor Mr. Goodman kissing Mrs. Goodman goodbye in the yard from the window.
Jenkins could only wait for a while before going out to bring the letter and newspaper into the house.
"A letter from a reader forwarded by the publishing house...Mr. Nellie asked me to meet to discuss the timing of dividends...The publisher, Mr. Burrow, asked me if I was writing a third book...A bill from a milkman...Tax notice...No signature A letter without a stamp..."
He looked at the last letter. There was not a word written on the envelope, not even a stamp. Jenkins wasn't quite sure if it was from the postman just now, he went out this morning without checking his mailbox, so he didn't know if it was lying in his mailbox when he returned in the morning.
After confirming that the letter was made of ordinary paper, he used an unsealed envelope. There was only a single piece of paper inside, and it was written in shabby-looking print:
[Interested in investing in a new model steam engine? If you are interested, you can send us a letter to meet your investment needs.]
Below is a line of mailing address and remittance address. Jenkins tilted his head and looked at it several times before realizing that it was a liar.
After he returned to Loen, he told Alexia and Dolores about this as a joke, and the ladies also thought it was very funny.
Jenkins had long thought that after the Fabry deception, someone would realize that it was an easy and low-cost means of making money, but he didn't expect that someone would want to deceive him so soon.
"This is why the major kingdoms reformed their financial departments and restructured their banking industry. In addition to guarding against the next large-scale scam by believers in lies, we also have to be vigilant against Miss Fabri's 'leading' and 'demonstration' role."
Dolores spoke slowly, peeking at Jenkins, of course she knew who Miss Fabrice was.
"For this afternoon's speech I can take the subject of preventing this shoddy fraud."
Jenkins said.
"But isn't your speech finished? I remember it was 'interest rate, exchange rate, inflation' as the theme... I like the word 'inflation' you invented."
Alexia asked.
"I don't understand that topic very well, but I think my level of anti-fraud is very high. It is not troublesome to change the speech, it only takes two hours, and I have nothing to do in the morning."
Jenkin himself is not a student of finance, what he studies has nothing to do with finance. The finance that he can talk about is also what he has heard, seen and personally experienced from various aspects before, so he is very unsystematic; but for fraud prevention, he has been in contact with it from various channels since he was a child. In school life, He was even forced to participate in many highly professional report meetings.
Therefore, compared with financial reform, he is very confident in preventing deception.
The presentation was scheduled for the afternoon, so Jenkins could prepare in the morning. At the breakfast table he was not in a hurry, and was even in the mood to play with chocolate with a piece of bacon.
When observing the ladies on the table, I saw Dolores frowning at the glass of milk in front of her, and then remembered that she seemed to have heard from Julia that Dolores didn't like drinking milk.
"It's really hard to drink."
Seeing that Jenkins noticed her, Her Royal Highness explained, and then naturally pushed the cup to her younger sister. The little princess looked at the two glasses of milk in front of her, with a more sad expression on her face than Dolores.
"Your Highness, this is wrong."
Julia reminded behind her, then turned around and called the maid to bring a milk jug and an empty glass from the dining car, and Julia poured a glass for Dolores herself.
"I see. So who the hell said that drinking more milk is good for your health and what the hell did he do to the cows..."
Dolores muttered very unladylike words in a low voice, showing a rare childish side. Jenkins smiled and lowered his head, and continued to tease his cat, but saw the cat staring at Agelina Stuart sitting across the table, more precisely, at the two people in front of her. A glass of milk, so Jenkins asked the maid to fetch one of them.
Now besides the cat, even the little princess showed a grateful expression to him.
Now Her Royal Highness Agelina Stuart is planning to live permanently in this manor. Although Jenkins rarely sees her in daily life, at least everyone eats at the same table.
Dolores was not very keen on winning over her brothers and sisters, and she did not take the initiative to contact other people, but managed the financial department wholeheartedly. Therefore, there is no third Stuart living in yet, and according to Julia's information, most of her brothers and sisters who are interested in the throne are trying to win over their relatives, Jenkins is very puzzled by this.
"Could it be that the Stuart family's rule for the election of the throne is that the contenders vote for each other?"
Of course, this cannot be the case. The real reason is that Sarcy II now assigns management and even leading positions in the government and army to almost all children with independent judgment.
Every time a Stuart is supported, it is equivalent to gathering more rights. In the current situation where Salci II has not made a clear statement, the competition between secretly preparing and wooing each other is the most civilized way of competition before tearing one's face.
"Isn't this raising Gu?"
Jenkins murmured in his heart, and the cat who read this thought tilted his head and thought carefully about what "Gu" was.
PS: That's right, those two days in the morning were even more accidental, I set the wrong time again... I didn't expect to update 8000 words today... Please everything.