"It should be." Mike wasn't sure.

If there is a problem with his pocket watch, it is usually sent to the original watch shop, and the other party assigns it to a subordinate repairer or entrusts it to a long-term cooperative craftsman.

As soon as they entered the apartment, they saw a middle-aged man with a beard.

The gentleman had just come out of the bathroom and was about to return to his room. When he saw three strangers coming in, he hurriedly asked, "Do you want to repair the clock?"

What a coincidence... I met that craftsman directly... Klein felt a little strange.

Mike took out his pocket watch and said with a smile: "Yes, my pocket watch has always been out of date recently, please help me to have a look."

He did not reveal his identity and planned to conduct the interview in a casual manner.

The middle-aged man suddenly smiled, and led them into a two-bedroom room with the door ajar. He pointed to the chair next to the wooden table and said, "Wait a minute, I'll get the tools."

"Your tools aren't at home?" Mike asked in surprise.

The watchmaker shook his head and smiled, "How is it possible?"

"A set of tools is very expensive. I can't afford it by myself. We can only pool money and buy three or four sets. Whoever has business can use it. So we moved to one place. Haha, it's more convenient. If you travel too far, you will have to spend extra time and coach fare to borrow tools."

As he spoke, he went out the door and walked to the side.

It turned out that it was not a coincidence that we met watchmakers. Many residents here are watchmakers... Klein suddenly realized.

The old Kohler looked at the room and said enviously: "Before I got sick, I also lived in this kind of place. My wife would help people mend clothes at home, two children, two children..."

Mike sighed and lowered his voice, "I thought watchmakers were rich."

"Me too..." Klein pinched his nose.

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After cordially communicating with several residents in the apartment, Klein and the others embarked on an adventurous journey again.

They walked a hundred meters and suddenly heard someone arguing on the street.

The two ladies greeted each other hoarsely in various obscene languages, allowing Klein to learn a lot of vocabulary that he had never heard before.

The reason for their quarrel was that the woman on the left accused the woman on the right of making the apartment environment dirty and making noise, while the woman on the right scolded the woman on the left, thinking it was her own problem. No one asked her to attract guests at night and sleep during the day.

"Is that a laundry lady?" Mike asked with a slight frown.

"Yes, I know her. She is a widow and she takes her two daughters to help people wash clothes." Old Kohler replied in the affirmative.

Mike thought for a few seconds and said, "Take me to see their house."

The old Kohler nodded, and led the two of them around the scene of the quarrel, and entered the dilapidated house that was obviously not as good as the apartment just now.

As soon as he came outside the laundry lady's room, Klein immediately felt the humidity.

There were one dress after another that was not dry inside. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl was squatting in front of the big basin, washing the frothy things, and a girl younger than her was holding a coat to wet it. The red iron on the linen is carefully handling the washed and dried items. Her movements are cautious, as if she has been scalded by steam many times.

This is not only their workplace, but also the place where they sleep at night. The humid water vapor permeates the room and soaks into their bodies.

In addition, the stench of mixed smells is so obvious.

"Don't you feel bad?" Mike pinched his nose. JrNovels.com