"Why don't you consider other methods? For example, using steam as power?" Klein slowly organized his words.

Repard shook his head: "Someone has already figured it out, but it is very large, and it is difficult to drive on many streets."

What Klein was waiting for was this sentence: "Then, why don't you make a simpler one, for example, only two wheels, can only carry one person, and doesn't need a shell."

"You mean the bicycle type?" Repard asked rhetorically, as if thinking.

In Roselle's manuscript? Klein nodded heavily: "Yes."

"Those bicycles invented by other people are not very practical... Simplify this... It seems to be really possible, but it is not the same... But, who would buy it?" Repard said to himself.

Klein gave the direction without hesitation: "Postmen, working-class people with a bit of savings, businessmen who don't need too much decent but can save money... There are a lot of them in Backlund."

Reppard thought for a while, then nodded slightly: "...I can try it, but I don't have money to buy parts..."

"I invested 100 gold pounds in you, and with the suggestion I just made, I will occupy a total of..." Klein hesitated whether to say 10% or 15% of the shares. After all, 100 pounds is not strictly speaking. too much.

"You can occupy 35% of the shares! But only limited to the bicycle project you described!" Leppard said first, afraid that the other party would make too high a request.

"Deal!" Klein laughed immediately, "Let's draft a simple contract first, and finalize this matter. I will then find a solicitor to make a formal contract and add some detailed terms. For example, if someone else To invest, you must first get my consent."

"No problem." Repard can't wait to answer, just want to buy parts quickly.

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In the darkness brought by the continuous rain, Klein returned to Minsk Street in Jorwood District.

He entered the house, went straight to the bathroom on the first floor, and comfortably solved the problem of his bloated stomach.

Crash.

As the sound of water echoed, Klein bent over to wash his hands.

At this moment, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind:

The bathroom mirror reflected him with his head down, the dim environment, and a pair of eyes on the side.

a pair of eyes!

Almost instinctively, Klein suddenly bent his knees, swayed his back, and rolled in another direction, that is, the direction of the bathroom door.

Whoosh!

A small black-feathered arrow was stuck on the sink. The arrow looked like bone, with a blue color, which was really beautiful.

If Klein had hesitated just now, he would definitely not be able to escape this sudden attack!

After tumbling for a while, Klein reached into his pocket, trying to draw out a few Tarot cards.

But at this moment, he felt a gust of wind rushing towards his face, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black figure approaching at high speed, and bullied him with a posture that surpassed ordinary people. .

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Klein hurriedly gave up his previous thoughts, and blocked the attack with an elbow.

With a bang, he felt his entire left arm go numb instantly, and his body was pulled out irresistibly, just like the tennis and squash that the middle class likes to play most and football, which is currently popular among the lower-class workers.

What a power! Klein's heart tightened, and he adjusted his body in mid-air in a panic, changed his posture, and barely maintained his balance, as if he was performing acrobatics.

Snapped! Pa, pa... At this moment, the bark-colored blowpipe had just landed on the floor of the bathroom, and bounced behind the door, from fast to slow. JrNovels.com