"But there's a big problem right now!"
Jenkins continued to say that it was very cold in the warehouse of the factory, and he urgently wanted to solve the problems here and return to the warm room: "I think you also know that after winter, the exchange rate between the gold pound and the kroner is constantly fluctuating. If trading, which currency’s purchasing power level should be referred to? I think everyone is not willing to suffer losses, and I am not willing to harm your interests.”
"If you really want to buy it, it's up to you to decide."
"That would be great, thank you for your generosity. I think we can..."
He didn't need to continue talking, invisible fluctuations erupted from the tip of Miss Miller's right index finger. The ordinary people who belonged to the liar's group and the lower-level gifter collapsed to the ground one after another. Jenkins slammed at the other gifter and knocked him out with a punch. The man fell to the ground At the time, the shoulders and the left half of the body were covered with frost.
"what do you mean!"
Mr. Oswicky exclaimed, instead of fighting back, he wanted to retreat. His level is exactly the same as Jenkins, but the number of abilities is only five.
Julia had figured it out, and she took Miss Stuart's hand and backed away. Miss Miller raised her right hand like a pistol, and with a slight shake, only five people were left standing.
A stern cold wind blew from the door of the warehouse, and Oswicky leaned his back against the wall like a helpless old dog. This person is definitely not a gifter who has grown up normally, otherwise he must have started to fight back now.
"Very creative hoax, I think you're sure my friend Miss Kingsley won't be able to discover it."
From the corner of his eyes, he saw that the master and servant of the Queen also approached, so he motioned for Miss Miller to continue:
"It's very interesting. You are very confident that the four of us will not be able to see through the deception. I think, if you have not lost your mind, then someone must have revealed all the information about Miss Kingsley to you."
Miss Stuart also understood everything, and it could be seen from her face that she had even guessed the possible culprit behind the scenes.
Jenkins and Miss Miller don't need to deal with the rest of the matter, and those liars with unique ideas will be punished as they should. After this incident, Jenkins believes that the third princess will cherish the friendship with Miss Miller even more, because Miss Miller is trustworthy after all.
"This matter is not part of Miss Miller's plan, is it?"
He suddenly thought of this, and looking at the figure of the short lady walking in front, he felt that she would not be such a person.
Open your eyes from the box of the train, the car can only see some afterglow of the setting sun. If he didn't eat for one day, the passengers in the same carriage would definitely be suspicious, so he had to abandon the sumptuous dinner at Miss Miller's side and return to the shabby train.
Chocolate spirits have been pretty good since that day's underground adventure. According to Jenkins's observations, his sleep time was shortened by 32 minutes and 27 seconds per day, which has never happened since the cat was adopted.
"Is the chocolate expired? But, it's winter now..."
The cat gave a dangerous look and rubbed its front paws on Jenkins' pillow.
During dinner, Jenkins and his fellow passengers were talking about the latest weather when a light snow began to fall. And by the end of dinner, the snow was getting bigger and bigger.
Although Chocolate has always had a dislike for snow, under Jenkins' coercion, he still stood at the window with him and watched the snow scene for a while. At this time, there is still a very long distance from Nolan City, and it is not known whether Nolan has snow.
He grasped the window frame with his right hand, and stretched his left hand out of the window with the palm facing upwards. But there will be no snowflakes on the palms at all, because the speed is too fast...
He plans to finish the reading task assigned by his father in the car tomorrow, and he still has the last 37 pages left. Facing this matter, Jenkins soon fell asleep. But as if just closing his eyes, the train suddenly stopped.
The huge inertia caused the suitcase leaning on one side of the box to slam into the opposite desk with a bang, and the lady in the same compartment also screamed, and the sound was a bit dull through the wooden boards between the boxes. Chocolate grabbed Jenkins' quilt with his paws to prevent being thrown out, and at the same time made a dissatisfied meowing sound.
Its eyes were exceptionally bright in the dark, seeing that Jenkins had also woken up, so it lay down next to the pillow again.
"Damn, what's the matter?"
He picked up the pocket watch next to the pillow, and after throwing off the watch cover, the hazy moonlight shining through the window showed that it was eleven o'clock at midnight.
He didn't leave his private room immediately, but cautiously opened his eyes of reality to observe the surroundings. After finding nothing abnormal, he got up from the bed, lit the kerosene lamp behind the door with a match, and flicked his wrist before putting on his pajamas Opened the door with the cat.
All the kerosene lamps in the corridors of the carriages were lit. The brass-colored lamp body and the dim and soft light made people feel at ease unconsciously.
But the passengers in the VIP box are very grumpy now, there is chaos in the corridor, and everyone is complaining loudly. Standing at the front is an old gentleman in pajamas and a middle-aged man with his sweater on backwards. The two surrounded the conductor from left to right, while the young man in uniform was clasping his forehead while loudly appeasing everyone. .
He was almost falling asleep in the chair just now, but the sudden stop of the train knocked his head on the hard back of the chair. In the competition of hardness, the back and the head have paid the price.
"What's going on here?"
He whispered to the middle-aged gentleman who came out of the side box. His name was Adams Nellie, and his destination was also Nolan City. It can be considered a coincidence. This gentleman is the actual owner of the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe. Due to the accidental death of the previous head, he needs to deal with some things himself.
Of course, Mr. Nelly also recognized Jenkins, and the two had a lively conversation for a while after dinner. Jenkins thought that although he knew nothing about opera, he was indeed an excellent businessman.
"I don't know. Traveler, I just fell asleep. I have been in too much trouble recently. The doctor even thinks that I have a neurasthenia. Staying up so late is murder for me!"
The spirit of the middle-aged man is indeed very bad, and the servants who follow him also look worried. He himself is not a top businessman like Mr. Suarez Rodriguez. Most of his assets are placed in the troupe. Once the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe has problems due to the death of the director, this gentleman will definitely go bankrupt.
PS: Mutual promotion: "The Endless Tomorrow of Eastern Salvation", author: Jiedao Avilux.
Quite interesting Che Wantongren, with a serious writing style, is a clean stream among dirty people, and now has 1.8 million words. The author is an old author from Qidian Doujin era, and is quite capable.
Introduction:
nothing left...
But still can't get rid of it...
All that remains is hatred and rage...
Then... let me embrace the spiral of contradictions until I am destroyed...
—Neo Avilux (works by Touhou Fantasy Township)