In this way, Klein will be safer.

"I feel like I'm walking a tightrope. Could this be the special physique of the 'clown'?" He smiled and shook his head, opened the oriel window, wanting to take a breath of fresh morning air, but the thick and spicy smog outside made him close it silently window.

Pressing down the paper with Ian's information on it with an ink bottle, Klein went to the bathroom next door to clean himself up, then took off the black double-breasted long dress and half-height silk top hat hanging from the coat rack, and went all the way to the second floor .

He and Lawyer Jurgen made an appointment to have breakfast today.

Pulling out a black silver inlaid cane from the umbrella stand in the hallway, Klein walked along the edge of the street in the fog with visibility less than ten meters, all the way to No. 58 Minsk Street, and rang the doorbell of the gloomy house.

Amidst the sound of jingling, a blue-eyed black cat with its tail cocked suddenly appeared in his mind.

The black cat Brody walked in a straight line, came to the door, held his posture for two seconds, jumped up suddenly, and stretched out his palm to grab the doorknob.

Afterwards, it inevitably fell, turned the handle with its weight, and opened the door.

With a creak, the morning wind blew, and the door slowly retreated.

The black cat Brody looked at Klein proudly, and walked to the side on his own.

"What a smart cat." Klein praised the old lady Doris in a white apron.

Doris laughed until her wrinkles stretched out one by one:

"It depends on its mood, most of the time it will pretend to be stupid, as if it doesn't understand what you are saying, oh, I have prepared my best bean and turnip soup for you, eat it with bread. "

Bean and turnip soup... The name sounds like a dark dish... Klein smiled and said:

"I am looking forward."

While speaking, Lawyer Jurgen came out of the bathroom. Even in his own home, even though he had just woken up not long ago, he was still dressed meticulously, with a crisp white shirt, a tight-fitting brown-yellow vest, and the line of the trouser legs seemed to have just been ironed.

"The contract you want has been sorted out. Let's see if there is anything missing." Jurgen swept his blue eyes and went straight to the point without making any greetings.

His brown hair is combed back neatly, and the luster of the hair oil can be clearly seen.

"Okay." Klein leaned on his cane, took off his hat and coat, followed Jurgen into the study on the first floor, and accepted a substantial contract.

He stood there, flipping through it casually, the more he read it, the more he felt a headache, and in the end he only hurriedly scanned the key clauses.

I hope that there are all of them, and the terms that were neglected before have also been added. For example, instead of paying Leppard 100 pounds in one lump sum, there are three time points, which will be paid in installments according to his progress. The first installment is 50 pounds... �Yes, this way I don�t have to go to Backlund Bank for the time being, and take out the remaining 100 pounds in my unregistered account. The money on my body is enough� Klein closed the file, and said with a smile to Ergen:

"I am very satisfied, your professionalism is better than I imagined."

As he spoke, he took out two 1 pound notes that he had prepared.

Jurgen took the banknotes and gave the remaining contracts to Klein, saying solemnly:

"If there's a mistake signing it, here's an extra two, and you end up shredding the rest of the contract."

The current shredders are hand-cranked mechanical shredders.

Klein was about to nod, but the old lady Doris in the restaurant shouted loudly:

"Two great lads, it's time for breakfast!"

"My grandma's hearing has declined a bit." Jurgen explained, making a gesture of please.

Klein followed him into the dining room, and saw Mrs. Doris scooped out a spoonful of greenish-yellow thick liquid from the black soup pot, and poured it into the corresponding dinner plate. JrNovels.com