When approaching the river bank and preparing to cross the river, the dazed flower girl at the street corner attracted Jenkins' attention. She was dressed in shabby clothes, carrying her little basket with a desperate expression. Whenever pedestrians pass by, they will lean up timidly, but no one chooses to buy her flowers.
"I go to invite others to dinner. It seems impolite to bring empty hands. It is very appropriate to bring some flowers as gifts."
He found a good reason for himself, and beckoned Chocolate not to move on. They briefly strayed from the correct way forward, crossed the street to the other side of the intersection, and Jenkins began rummaging in his pocket for change.
He would never give these poor children large sums of money, those things are very likely to cause disaster.
It took a lot of time to talk to the flower girl. The little girl was afraid of Jenkins' kindness at first, and seemed to regard him as a terrible character like a human trafficker. Fortunately, Chocolate is cute enough. Seeing such a cat willing to get close to Jenkins, the girl relaxed her vigilance a little and let Jenkins have a chance to get close.
By the time he set off again with a bouquet of flowers, nearly twenty minutes had passed. So Jenkins wasn't surprised to see the desperate man appearing on the bridge ahead.
"Looks like he was fired."
That kind of desperate expression couldn't be faked. The man held his black briefcase and looked at the river under the bridge. He could feel his bad mood just by looking at his back.
"Don't you want to commit suicide?"
Jenkins guessed.
He held the flowers in his left hand, and took out his pocket watch with his right hand to look at it. Seeing that it was still early, he walked to the man's side along the bridge, and stood beside him pretending to be casual.
"Today's weather is still so bad. I haven't seen such a spring in many years."
Chatting about the weather is a great way to start a conversation, and Jenkins wishes he could speak more naturally.
Unsurprisingly, the man beside him ignored him, still staring blankly at the river under the bridge.
Chocolate rubbed his boots against Jenkins' feet, and now he had good ideas for the dinner party.
"Life is still beautiful, isn't it. Look at the river, no matter what kind of stones are blocking it, the river is still flowing forward."
Jenkins is not a persuasive person, his speaking skills are actually very low... probably.
The man still ignored him.
"We met just now, you know what, I happened to bump into you on the road, oh man, you run really fast. What's the matter now? Be happy, even if you lose your job, you can find a new one. My neighbor lost his job just before winter, but soon found a new one, and made more pounds."
The man still didn't speak, his face was terribly desperate. The overcoat he was wearing looked cheap and had patched cuffs. It's just that the tinkerer's needlework is a bit poor, and the stitches are very messy.
"I'll stop here. By the way, the ice on the river has not completely melted. If you accidentally fall, the possibility of dying is very small."
He reached out and patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, and then continued walking along the bridge with the cat. This is enough, Jenkins has done everything he can, and judging from the surprised expression at the end, the man's desire to commit suicide is not very strong.
"The air is really getting worse."
Jenkins was still thinking like this when he walked down the bridge. He slowly followed behind the kitten who was in a particularly good mood for some reason, feeling like a servant traveling with the king.
"If I can become king, I will introduce laws to limit illegal emissions as soon as possible. But the development of the steam industry cannot be stagnant because of this. Now is the era of great change, and it is not good to go against the laws of the development of the times."
Thinking of inexplicable things in my heart, while waiting for the carriage to pass by at the intersection, I thought of Miss Windsor for some reason.
"It seems better for Miss Windsor to become the new queen of the Kingdom of Fidgetly than to let a strange foreigner succeed the king."
"Meow~"
The meaning of the cat's meow is unclear.
"Last time when I was fighting Skrull Pompeii, the soul storm of that sword was really troublesome. Next time you go out, you must remember to bring my fantasy flower, it only needs a huge number of souls to complete the final growth .”
Thinking of the picture of himself holding a flower pot and taking the cat out, Jenkins suddenly felt a little funny.
The shop of the old craftsman was in an alley not far from the river bank. Turning into the alley, the door of the shop was wide open.
After bypassing the unknown excrement in the middle of the alley, he walked into the store. The old craftsman was wearing a high-end monocle, and while rotating the brass pinion next to his eyes, he was struggling to observe the necklace in his hand.
There is a blue gemstone in the middle of the necklace, but it reflects the wrong color.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Williams, I'll get your set of jewelry right away."
"Did you hear my footsteps?"
The old craftsman knew without looking up that it was Jenkins who entered the door.
"No, I heard your cat meow."
The rough stone that Robert gave to Jenkins is indeed a good material. According to the old craftsman, after grinding away the surface layer of stone skin, the inside is almost composed of gemstones.
Because there are more materials than expected, more jewelry is made. The original plan was to create a complete set of jewelry, including hair clips, a pair of earrings, a necklace, a ring, a brooch, five buttons, and more. That sounds like a lot, but the reality is that the precious metals used are what count, and the gemstones are just for embellishment.
After finding that there were too many materials, the old craftsman simply made two sets of jewelry with careful calculation, and the styles of the two sets were carefully designed. The wages paid to him are very commensurate with the craftsmanship, and the shop recommended by Dad is absolutely reliable.
The two sets of jewelry were placed in a black suitcase. Inside the box was a sponge groove designed according to the shape of the jewelry. The sponge was decorated with black velvet cloth, allowing the gemstones to quietly shine in the cloth.
"Two sets are too much, I don't know if Hathaway is willing to accept so much."
After politely leaving the store, he turned out of the alley and walked along the street. Through the thick fog, he saw a carriage parked at the intersection in front of him from a distance, so he walked quickly to prepare to set off to find Hathaway.
Chocolate's interest in hanging out had all but worn off, and it had been crouching on Jenkins' shoulder since it left the store. This requires a great sense of balance, and only this clever kitten can do it.