"Mr. Eugene, we have some surplus funds for our household expenses recently. Do you have any corresponding arrangements?"
Baird asked Eugene.
"It's up to you. By the way, my personal maid has been absent-minded recently, so you can go and talk to her."
Eugene is studying the latest drawings of turbine generators, which will affect whether electric lights can be widely popularized.
Hermann sat nearby and helped design and improve the device.
There was a pot of coffee on the table, and the two brothers would pour a cup to refresh themselves when they felt tired.
Hermann stretched and yawned.
"Hey, when will this boring life end?" Eugene complained.
"Money doesn't fall from the sky. If you're tired, why don't you take a rest? Or I can ask Kirk to play a piece of Mozart for you to relax your tense mood. Albert likes Mozart the most."
Hermann suggested.
"Classical music, I'm not a fan of it. It just makes me sleepy. It's better to have a glass of good wine, some beauties, and a feast. Ha! Just thinking about it makes me feel energetic."
Eugene said with a playful smile.
Hermann rolled his eyes, pulled out his pipe from his pocket, lit a match, and smoked it.
Eugene's nose twitched, his nostrils contracted, and he looked surprised.
"It tastes good, where did it come from?"
Eugene asked.
"It's an old tobacco shop along the street. The owner mixes his own formula, and it has the aroma of vanilla. The price is not expensive, you can try it." Hermann took out a small box of tobacco from his arms and handed it to Eugene.
Eugene opened the cigarette box and put it next to his nose and smelled it. In addition to the vanilla flavor mentioned by Hermann, there was also a faint scent of grain.
He poured out a little, rolled it into a soft ball, put it in his pipe, and started puffing away with Hermann.
"Two gold marks a box, it's really good and the price is affordable," Eugene said with emotion.
"Hey, what do you think will be Albert's future career? Should he inherit our family business and continue to be an engineer, then switch to being a businessman, or become a musician like his mother?" Hermann asked suddenly.
"Let the child do whatever he likes. As parents, support the child's dreams silently behind the scenes. Don't clip the wings given by God. Let him fly freely." Eugene said with emotion.
"If our parents hadn't asked us to study engineering, I would be studying my beloved biology in Switzerland now, right?" Eugene thought of his past interests and sighed.
Hermann took a puff of the fragrant cigarette and fell into deep thought.
“Dreams and reality, how should we choose?”
A question arose in his mind: if the child’s dream is unrealistic, should he still support it blindly
Eugene smiled, patted Hermann on the shoulder, and said to Hermann with a smile,
"Think positively. You are only accompanying your child during his childhood. You should teach your child to be independent in the future so that he can live a wonderful life without regrets."
Hermann nodded after hearing this.
He probably understood what Eugene meant.
The two men cheered up, drank a cup of coffee each, and continued to study the drawings.
——
Four o'clock in the morning
People from the Investigation Bureau gathered in the conference room for the first operational meeting that Joe Butran was preparing to hold.
Without too much formalities, everyone took their seats and the party began.
Louisa, who was carrying a longbow on her back, still looked sleepy today and yawned.
Ross, who had changed into ordinary clothes as instructed, now looked inconspicuous, like a transparent person with no sense of existence. Except for the striking red hair, everything else was ordinary.
The ascetic monk Reiner had already completed today's homework in advance and looked energetic.
The greedy Pigman was chewing on a piece of garlic bread, which made people worry that he would get fatter and fatter.
Veronica didn't sleep well the night before and felt a little irritable. She looked haggard with dark circles under her eyes, and she looked very pitiful.
Joe Butran stood in the middle of the conference room and greeted everyone in high spirits.
"Good morning everyone, let me assign the tasks for today."
On each person's desk was a hand-drawn drawing by Jobtran, which showed the location of Ketchev and the distribution of nearby streets. There were several red circles drawn on the map with numbers written in the center of the circles.
"Next, we will disperse our actions. I believe that everyone has read the information distributed by Director Xiao Zhafu last night?"
asked Joe Butran.
Seeing everyone nodded, Joe Butran felt a little comforted.
"Let me tell you about the grouping arrangements. Louisa and Reiner will be in one group, playing the grandfather and grandson, and will sell vegetables in circle one. Pigman will be on standby at the construction site in circle two. Ross will be in charge of setting up a stall to sell tea sets in circle three. And Veronica, you and I will play the husband and wife and sell fruit in the market in circle four."
said Jobtran roughly.
"The relevant props will be arranged by the people from the Sheriff's Bureau. Don't worry about the specific details."
"Will people around here be wary of strangers like us?" Reiner asked cautiously.
Joe Butran shook his head and responded,
"Except for the residents, everyone else around here is assigned by the Public Security Bureau. There won't be any big problems. The first mission is just to observe and be careful not to attract too much attention."
"Got it." Everyone answered at the same time.
"The clothes you need to change into are under your chairs. We will set off after you change into clothes. It should be noted that the suspect should have regained his mobility. Try to maintain surveillance without disturbing the public."
Everything is ready.
There were no pedestrians on the streets in the early morning, and vendors were working hard to carry daily necessities.
Everyone came to their respective strongholds, waiting for Ketchev to show up.
——
Madame Michel's magical potion repaired most of Kercherov's injuries overnight, which was a miracle beyond modern medicine.
"Boy, your injuries have almost healed after a night, right?" Mrs. Michelle said to Ketchlov who had just woken up.
"Much better, thank you Mrs. Michelle for your care." Ketchlov sat up from the bed and bowed to Mrs. Michelle to express his gratitude.
Ketchlov has realized that Mrs. Michel is not an ordinary person. Whether it is her miraculous potion or her amazing insight, Ketchlov realizes that Mrs. Michel is unfathomable.
"In that case, you can leave now. If you are unfortunately injured in the future, you can come to my Michel Pharmacy in the Ninth Street." Mrs. Michel said to Ketchlov with a smile.
Ketchlov touched the back of his head embarrassedly, nodded repeatedly, and took out the few gold marks from his pocket and placed them on the table as medical expenses.