Chapter: 1816
After Wahana left, Klein stood at the door for a long time, turned to Mr. Steward and said, "Walter, find out what trouble Ms. Wahana is in. If she can't solve it, we will provide help in time."
In the evening, Klein, who had just returned from St. Samuel's Church, was about to enter the dining room on the second floor when he saw the butler Walter greet him and saluted respectfully: "Sir, the matter you want to investigate has been clarified. {_New +Thinking+Road+Chinese+Chinese+Internet_new version_pure text novel}�
Klein didn't ask in front of the servants and maids around him, but nodded calmly and said, "Go to the study."
Walter followed him all the way to the third floor, watching Richardson open the door of the study and light up the gas wall lamp inside.
Klein walked unhurriedly to the back of the desk, sat down, looked at Mr. Housekeeper, and waited for him to speak.
Walter motioned for Richardson to guard the door, while moving closer to the desk, thinking about his words.
After the door was closed again, he said: "Ms. Wahana's husband is a cloth merchant. He cooperated with someone before and invested 1,000 pounds, but the other party ran away with the goods. She has already asked Mr. Macht and Lia Madam Na, please urge the police department to solve the case as soon as possible, but the police department cannot guarantee that they will find the target for this kind of thing."
Klein picked up the black round-bellied pen on the desk, stroked it, and said, "For Ms. Wahana's family, 1,000 pounds is not a small amount."
As far as he knows, a normal tutor earns no more than �150 a year, and less if the employer provides accommodation and food.
Although Wahana works in the upper class and has multiple employers, her annual income is at most four to five hundred pounds, and she has to spend a large part of it on her own clothing, body posture, and appearance, so as not to be considered unsuitable by the employers. No etiquette.
"Yes, her husband's income can only be considered moderate among cloth merchants. For him, 1,000 pounds is quite a big investment." Walter said tactfully.
It's the same for me... Klein sighed and laughed, "I just came to Backlund, so I'm not familiar with the police department."
Walter immediately responded: "Sir, when I served Viscount Konrad, I knew several members of the Backlund Senior Police Officers Association."
Backlund Senior Police Officers Association? These are all upper-level figures in the Severus field, and the chief superintendent in charge of public security in a district is not eligible to enter.
��Sivilas Field refers to the Backlund Police Department, which is named after the street where it is located.
As expected of a housekeeper from an aristocratic family... Klein sighed secretly, shook his head with a smile and said, "I don't need it for the time being. Ms. Wahana has too many people who can ask for help in this regard, whether it's Congressman Macht or others. Anyone is capable enough to make the Severus Court pay attention to this case."
He paused, and pretended to be casual and said: "I have seen the bottom of this society, and I know their rules of survival. Sometimes, the police may not be as effective as gangsters and bounty hunters.
"Walter, you go to the police department to get the corresponding information, go to the famous bars in the Backlund Bridge area and the East District, and issue reward tasks.
"Whether it is finding the corresponding criminal or recovering the batch of fabrics, I will give a reward of 200 pounds.
"Hehe, I only hope that those liars will still stay in Backlund."
"A reward of 200 pounds?" Walter repeated the amount, and couldn't help but glance at his employer, as if he couldn't believe that he was willing to pay so much for Wahana's affairs.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to remind something, but he didn't say it in the end, he just responded seriously: "Okay, sir."
"I'll give you the money directly." Klein stood up slowly and took out his wallet.
Walter took the thick cash and asked in thought, "Do you want to tell Ms. Wahana?"
Klein smiled: "No need."
Walter nodded in a daze and saluted, "Your reputation for generosity and enthusiasm will spread in this neighborhood."
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East District, Dharavi Street, in a cramped but lively tavern.
Xio, who combed her short blond hair carefully before going out, squeezed through the area filled with the smell of wine and sweat, and came to the bar.
She knocked on the wooden board with her fingers, and said to the bartender, "What new commission do you have today?" JrNovels.com
In the evening, Klein, who had just returned from St. Samuel's Church, was about to enter the dining room on the second floor when he saw the butler Walter greet him and saluted respectfully: "Sir, the matter you want to investigate has been clarified. {_New +Thinking+Road+Chinese+Chinese+Internet_new version_pure text novel}�
Klein didn't ask in front of the servants and maids around him, but nodded calmly and said, "Go to the study."
Walter followed him all the way to the third floor, watching Richardson open the door of the study and light up the gas wall lamp inside.
Klein walked unhurriedly to the back of the desk, sat down, looked at Mr. Housekeeper, and waited for him to speak.
Walter motioned for Richardson to guard the door, while moving closer to the desk, thinking about his words.
After the door was closed again, he said: "Ms. Wahana's husband is a cloth merchant. He cooperated with someone before and invested 1,000 pounds, but the other party ran away with the goods. She has already asked Mr. Macht and Lia Madam Na, please urge the police department to solve the case as soon as possible, but the police department cannot guarantee that they will find the target for this kind of thing."
Klein picked up the black round-bellied pen on the desk, stroked it, and said, "For Ms. Wahana's family, 1,000 pounds is not a small amount."
As far as he knows, a normal tutor earns no more than �150 a year, and less if the employer provides accommodation and food.
Although Wahana works in the upper class and has multiple employers, her annual income is at most four to five hundred pounds, and she has to spend a large part of it on her own clothing, body posture, and appearance, so as not to be considered unsuitable by the employers. No etiquette.
"Yes, her husband's income can only be considered moderate among cloth merchants. For him, 1,000 pounds is quite a big investment." Walter said tactfully.
It's the same for me... Klein sighed and laughed, "I just came to Backlund, so I'm not familiar with the police department."
Walter immediately responded: "Sir, when I served Viscount Konrad, I knew several members of the Backlund Senior Police Officers Association."
Backlund Senior Police Officers Association? These are all upper-level figures in the Severus field, and the chief superintendent in charge of public security in a district is not eligible to enter.
��Sivilas Field refers to the Backlund Police Department, which is named after the street where it is located.
As expected of a housekeeper from an aristocratic family... Klein sighed secretly, shook his head with a smile and said, "I don't need it for the time being. Ms. Wahana has too many people who can ask for help in this regard, whether it's Congressman Macht or others. Anyone is capable enough to make the Severus Court pay attention to this case."
He paused, and pretended to be casual and said: "I have seen the bottom of this society, and I know their rules of survival. Sometimes, the police may not be as effective as gangsters and bounty hunters.
"Walter, you go to the police department to get the corresponding information, go to the famous bars in the Backlund Bridge area and the East District, and issue reward tasks.
"Whether it is finding the corresponding criminal or recovering the batch of fabrics, I will give a reward of 200 pounds.
"Hehe, I only hope that those liars will still stay in Backlund."
"A reward of 200 pounds?" Walter repeated the amount, and couldn't help but glance at his employer, as if he couldn't believe that he was willing to pay so much for Wahana's affairs.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to remind something, but he didn't say it in the end, he just responded seriously: "Okay, sir."
"I'll give you the money directly." Klein stood up slowly and took out his wallet.
Walter took the thick cash and asked in thought, "Do you want to tell Ms. Wahana?"
Klein smiled: "No need."
Walter nodded in a daze and saluted, "Your reputation for generosity and enthusiasm will spread in this neighborhood."
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East District, Dharavi Street, in a cramped but lively tavern.
Xio, who combed her short blond hair carefully before going out, squeezed through the area filled with the smell of wine and sweat, and came to the bar.
She knocked on the wooden board with her fingers, and said to the bartender, "What new commission do you have today?" JrNovels.com
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