When it comes to piety, Jenkins skillfully drew the holy emblem on his chest, "It's better to use 'Sir' in the future, I like this title."
"Okay, sir."
The girl raised her head and answered.
Seeing that her mood was a bit wrong, Jenkins took the initiative to move away from the topic. He took the girl up the uphill road leading to the bridge, watching the carriage whizzing by. Inside the curtain blown by the wind was an old gentleman with his eyes closed. Jenkins thought he had seen him at the banquet of Marquis Mihail.
"Speaking of which, the Stress family was really lucky that they were not at home that day."
There should be nothing strange about this matter, because both the police station and the church will conduct a detailed investigation on this point.
"My aunt's family is always lucky."
The girl said in a low voice, then looked up at Jenkins, holding her empty little basket tightly. It originally contained the food she brought from the church, but it was brought there just now as a gift.
"Uncle recently lost his job, but it happened that a businessman paid a lot of money to buy their vase. It was a lot of money, about 13 pounds, and it really relieved them. economic situation."
"..."
Jenkins remembered that his father said that the price of the item was at least 30 pounds, so he didn't lower the price this time, probably because of the family's situation.
"Actually, the businessman you are talking about should be Mr. Oliver, and I am his apprentice. I happened to meet at the corner just now..."
There's no need to hide it anymore, he has a hunch that the more such lies, the more troublesome they will be.
The girl nodded, without showing any strangeness on her face, but asked curiously:
"Sir, aren't you a writer?"
"Yes, but being a writer is a side job, and mine is an antique shop."
He paused and added: "The main business is for interest, and the side business is to support the main business to continue. This is the meaning of the side business."
There was reverence in the girl's eyes.
There was a look of contempt in Chocolate's eyes.
The days are shorter in winter, so even before 5pm, the western sky is already turning red. In the afternoon, the fog dissipated a lot, and the gorgeous sunset glow was reflected on the river, and was disturbed by the ripples caused by the passing merchant ships, but it had a different flavor.
There were very few pedestrians on the bridge, and the horse-drawn carriage from the opposite side passed by in a hurry. The wind from the wheels made half of the newspaper on the ground fly up, and slowly fell towards the water reflecting the bridge.
The wind on the bridge was a bit strong, and even though the girl wore the scarf she picked up from the garbage dump, she felt the wind blowing inward from the collar. She took a step to the side, let Jenkins' body help her block some wind, and then looked up, the man was looking at the merchant ship under the bridge with great interest.
"do you know?"
Jenkins' voice was a little excited, and the sound of the ship's whistle made him excited: "I heard from the newspaper that steam-powered ships have already begun to be put into use. At this time next year, there will definitely not be such small boats passing under the bridge. Instead, giant ships spewing waste and steam! Interesting times indeed...”
"Yeah, interesting times~"
The girl didn't know what to say, she couldn't fully understand Jenkins' words, so she could only follow him.
"Only those who can follow this era can truly appreciate the present opportunities. I..."
He realized that he had said too much, and he didn't expect that he would become like this when facing a strange girl.
"When I was in Beldyran, I met an inventor."
Hurry up and change the subject, this time the connection is very natural, "He is probably the kind of person who wants to seize the development opportunities of the times, but unfortunately the things he invented are ridiculous. I don't think anyone is willing to vote gold pounds for he."
"Speaking of investing..."
This was the first time that the girl, Fei Sifu, took the initiative to raise the topic, and she didn't want the gentleman to think that she was simply echoing without going deep into the topic. Probably thought of something exciting, so the voice is a bit loud:
"Sir, do you know that there is a very profitable investment method now, that's what I heard from my uncle and aunt last week!"
"Oh, is that so?"
When they got off the bridge at last, Jenkins motioned her to stop, and took coins from his pocket to buy an evening paper from the newspaper boy.
"Yes."
After starting again, the girl continued the topic just now: "There is a well-known local businessman, and his daughter has contracted a very large mine, but there is only a lack of capital investment. Now just go to Mr. Traveler's bank to apply for an account , and then transfer money to an account, you will definitely receive a considerable return!
You gave... the money you gave me, I allocated a small part of it and invested in it. I really had money and remitted it back yesterday! "
Jenkins raised his eyebrows. He thought the description sounded familiar, but the details were wrong.
"Sir, the people around the city of Eldron in the Kingdom of Cheslan now know about this matter. My uncle also found out about it from a letter sent by a relative by accident. They are always so lucky!"
Now Jenkins finally understood that what the girl said just now was his plan.
"Has this matter spread to Nolan now? Well, the plate has become bigger, and it is more convenient for me to tear down the east wall to make up for the west wall! This is a just cause!"
Just how widely the story about "Miss Fabry" has spread, Jenkins doesn't know. But the news that has spread to Nolan City now has a big deviation from the poor female students who conducted social research at the beginning.
Although the core is still money transfer-making money, the identity of Miss Fabbri has changed dramatically in the eyes of investors. This is also a good thing, because even when things leak, they can have the effect of confusing investigators.
When we returned to the church, the sun had almost dropped to the end of the horizon, and the bells of the clock tower could be faintly heard in the distance. When parting from the girl, Jenkins handed her the "Story Collection of Stranger Stories" he had just bought, because he still had many copies at home.
The bishop still hadn't returned from the country, and nothing interesting happened in the church. Jenkins wanted to talk to his father before dinner, but the keeper at the gate of Vientiane said he had just left half an hour ago.
So, Jenkins let the cat play alone, and he applied for permission to use the secret library.
Needless to say where the cat has gone, it is definitely time to take care of those seedlings that may never grow up.
PS: Celebrating the book's 1 million words! Thank you readers for your support for so long!