Chapter 82 Mutual Benefit

Chapter 82 Mutual Benefit

Chapter 82 Mutual Benefit
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Ademisol refused to go out today no matter what.

"Fate tells me that it's not a good time to go out today." He closed his eyes and shook his head firmly at the person outside the door. "Please let me rest for a day. I want to write a letter to Mrs. Norma."

"Okay then, you write the application and I'll pass it on to Miss Maria."

Sean scratched his blue hair and actually pulled out a pink bow from it. When he thought that it was already noon and he had been walking around with a bow on his head for the whole morning, the 1.80-meter-tall burly man couldn't help but blush.

He thought that it must be his little daughter using his hair to practice on the doll when he wasn't paying attention, while carefully smoothing out the wrinkles and putting the hair into his pocket. "We have to expand our processing plant today. It's all physical work. Your weak arms and legs really can't help much. There are too many people and too many eyes. Gavin said it's not easy to use zombies to work during the day, so he asked me to go over and he will bring his subordinates to help at night."

"I've already written it." Admisol took out a piece of paper from the language textbook and handed it to Sean. "Thank you for your help."

"Your destiny is truly miraculous." The Wind-loving One exclaimed in amazement, "Can you predict when I will win the lottery?"

"I can't do it yet," Ademisol said honestly. "You don't seem to have much luck with money lately."

"Hey! You kid!" Ademisol quickly closed the door before being frightened. Sean stood outside the door and cursed angrily and amusedly, then walked away muttering.

Maria was in the processing plant at the moment. Her own bakery brought in bags of coarse bread as a reward for the employees' hard work for a month. The usual working meals were the most ordinary black bread that was inedible without water. There were several lathes and workbenches for grinding metal in the two workshops. The strong smell of kerosene filled the air. In the corners were boxes that had not yet been opened and parts to be processed today.

After being processed by the workers, the semi-finished products will be sent to other factories with long-term cooperation. The monthly orders are enough to pay the employees more than half a pound a week. Men, women and children in the factory wear smocks to isolate the oil stains, take off their rough thick gloves, and wolf down the bread for lunch today with the tea in the big barrel. People are walking or sitting, talking and laughing loudly, and it looks lively and full of vitality.

After dinner, they will go to the two newly rented factory buildings to clean up the debris and set up the workshops, so that the size of the entire factory can be doubled.

The expansion of the factory meant more job opportunities, more orders and more stable salaries, so everyone was smiling, looking forward to a better life in the future, and even dared to secretly imagine a weekly salary of 1 pound.

Therefore, the processing plant recruited dozens of new long-term workers, many of whom were female workers who were laid off when the textile factory introduced machines. The machines made them uneasy, but the new jobs have somewhat alleviated the recent haze.

Maria sat on two boxes, eating a simple hamburger she made. She used the tea leaves she usually wouldn't drink to make herself a cup of light tea, savoring it carefully, her movements were very casual and relaxed, not at all ladylike.

The workers passing by the box greeted her, and she greeted them one by one with a smile on her face. The sun was warm at noon today, making everyone feel comfortable and relaxed, and their full stomachs added a little bit of happiness. After waiting for a few minutes, a group of tall blue seaweed appeared in the crowd in the distance. The seaweed gradually approached, came to the factory, and came to Maria.

"Ademisol asked for leave and will not come to help today!"

As soon as Sean came in, he said loudly, waving the leave request in his hand: "Ms. Maria, have you started working?"

"Now that you're here, let's get started! You're our strongman!"

Sean was embarrassed: "I've never beaten you in arm wrestling..."

Maria couldn't help laughing, then she stood up from the box and said loudly to all the employees in the factory: "Everyone, get ready. After a ten-minute break, we will expand the factory according to the planned schedule! Technicians assembling the machines, as soon as you assemble the machines, we will start working immediately!"

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Last night, Klein had sneaked into Dr. Allen's dream, saw the tower and Will Auceptin hiding inside it, and took away the paper cranes left behind by the other party. When he listened to Dr. Allen's nightmare in the club, especially when he saw that he took out the paper cranes that were replaced by the Nighthawks and were uglier than his own, Klein had to work hard to hold back his desire to laugh.

After bidding farewell to the gloomy Dr. Allen, the next day, Klein accompanied Mike, a reporter from the Daily Observer, into the East District to interview the girls who had been rescued.

Faced with the interview fee of 1 pound, no one refused, even some girls who had suffered from torture.

Although the police have concluded the Kapin case, there are always many reporters and detectives who are quick-witted or want to attract attention and believe that there is something hidden in it. Therefore, private interviews and tabloid rumors are everywhere, and it is not completely impossible to mention it. In this interview, Kapin's crime is one focus, and the current situation of those girls is another focus. The former makes people angry, and the latter makes people heavy.

Daisy was actually quite lucky. She was able to start working immediately after returning home and earned food through her own labor. No more than one-third of the rescued people were like her, and most of them had some savings at home. Their situation allowed them, who had suffered physical and mental trauma, to take a break from their busy schedules and patiently look for suitable jobs.

I heard that her sister Freya participated in Miss Maria's expansion factory recruitment, but unfortunately was not selected.

"I thought you would get some compensation."

Mike blurted out, and after he finished speaking, he fell into deep silence.

The other two-thirds of the rescued people had to struggle to survive. With a large number of female textile workers unemployed, they could only find some temporary and low-paid jobs.

Some people were able to squeeze into Miss Maria's expanding processing plant, but those lucky ones who were in urgent need of help only numbered about a hundred people, which was a drop in the bucket for the unemployed people in the East District.

Those whose parents, brothers and sisters have not lost their jobs are still okay, at least they can help each other and barely fill their stomachs. Those whose family conditions are not so optimistic have already openly or secretly embarked on the path of street prostitutes.

Seemingly never rescued, they sell their bodies once, perhaps just for some food.

This made Mike silent like last time. He didn't come to his senses until he left the East District when it got dark. He thanked Klein, "Sherlock, thanks to your help, otherwise I would have been blackmailed by those gangsters today."

"Isn't this why you hired me?" Klein smiled politely without any smugness.

With the previous instructions, old Kohler and Liv's family did not reveal the fact that he was helping to find people for free. Daisy, in particular, was quite smart. When Mike asked them if they knew anyone special, she directly answered "Mr. Reporter and Mr. Detective."

Mike nodded out of habit and walked in silence for a long time.

Before getting on the carriage, he suddenly exhaled and said, "I want to make an appeal in this report, calling on the government to take out Kapin's real estate and set up a special relief fund. Use the annual income to steadily help these rescued girls and other people who have been harmed by Kapin, so that they have a chance to break free from their current predicament."

"Although Kapin's safe has been destroyed along with the mansion, his greatest wealth is in the real estate he purchased. These, these should all be illegally obtained."

Klein listened carefully, looked at Mike deeply, and praised him sincerely: "You are the best reporter I have ever met."

He added: "In fact, donating to established foundations and charitable organizations can save a lot of time, and they are more experienced. For example, Maria of the Ernst Foundation, we have all met her, and judging from her various behaviors, she should be a good leader."

Although the relationship between the Foundation and the Aurora Society is complicated and confusing, based on my observation, Maria is indeed a good person and worthy of trust.

"I'll consider this proposal." "There are many reporters like me. But what you said makes sense. There are always some idealists in this world, and maybe we are the same as them." Mike sighed.

After saying this, he paid Klein the 10-pound hiring fee and waved his hat.

After watching the reporter get on the cab, Klein prepared to go home by public transportation in the other direction. It was getting dark, and the agreed time was approaching. At this time, Mike suddenly opened the car window and asked with a teasing smile, "Sherlock, I'm not the only reporter you know, am I?"

Klein was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Guess."

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Crowmon, wearing a flannel pointed hat, stood on Edward's shoulder and felt a strange tension.

In the memories of Amon's group, he had participated in various banquets, many visits between nobles, and countless dances. After all, he was one of the great nobles who supported the Tudor Empire in the Fourth Epoch. But Amon felt that compared to those records of the distant past, what he was going to do today was more exciting and interesting, because this time he was not parasitizing anyone, not playing anyone, and he was not even being himself.

He wants to be a...human crow.

"Gah."

Is this too risky? When the simple wooden door in front of him opened, revealing the smiling face of a young man with black hair, brown eyes and a beard, Amon couldn't help but shout from behind Edward's temples.

"fine."

He believed that they all saw the thin gray mist covering the young man, carrying the aura of a high-level spiritual being that made Amon want to get closer but also a little afraid. His sealed extraordinary characteristics and mystical connections were slightly more active. He was itching to steal, and then he successfully stole a one-pound note from Klein's pocket.

Klein didn't notice.

"You brought so much?" Klein took a large paper bag from Edward and found it was heavy. It was filled with various packaged cakes and fruits. He was very surprised and a little embarrassed. "You are too polite. I thought it was just a normal meal."

"It's okay, I made all this myself, and I only spent the money on the raw materials."

Edward didn't care. After entering the house, he wanted to take off his coat, but then he found that the fireplace was not turned on, there was no charcoal fire inside, and there was almost no sign of it being used. He remembered that it was November now, and he looked at Klein with a surprised expression, so Klein looked away.

"I see... It seems that I should have brought hot pot instead of cakes. Let's save it for next time. Roselle likes it very much, and the spicy taste is also suitable for the taste of the Intis nobles, because they are all hunters."

"But spices were expensive at that time, and they had to be transported from the southern continent together with peppers. Not only was the cost huge, it took a long time, and the output was very small. They were sold individually at high prices, and almost all of them were reserved by nobles, so it was considered a luxury food at the time."

“Hot pot…” Klein showed a look of nostalgia, and then he placed the bag on the table with regret. “But there is no electricity in this world. If you want to eat hot pot, you have to cook it on the countertop while eating.”

Edward recalled, "No. Hot pot is very popular in Intis. It is a symbol of status. Imagine, in a magnificent reception room, under a high dome, golden sculptures and crystal chandeliers, noble people above the rank of Viscount gather together for a luxurious banquet. Caviar, deep-sea tuna, and the top wine from a certain lord's winery are placed together in a steaming hot pot. Then everyone reservedly lets the servants cook all kinds of food in it, laughing while eating, eating the hot pot together until tears flow down their cheeks. This is a rare food gathering every month."

Klein thought hard, and with the help of the image above the gray fog and a few decorations, he imagined a magnificent palace. People of noble status were replaced by copying and pasting Miss Justice.

Then he found that the first thought that came to his mind was not "extravagance and waste", but "I can't even afford hot pot anymore"...

The huge gap made Klein frown and feel confused for a while, then he smiled and didn't take it too seriously. It was almost time for dinner, and the two of them took out various foods from the bag together. The colorful and fragrant cakes and food were packed in boxes similar to metal lunch boxes, which magically played a role in heat preservation and sealing. When Klein opened a box at random, he could smell the hot fragrance coming towards him, which reminded him of the memories of sesame seed cakes, fried dough sticks and various morning teas, making him salivate.

After sitting down, Edward unwrapped the puff pastry and opened the century egg and lean meat porridge. He drank it slowly and elegantly. Klein, who was about to wolf it down, couldn't help but put on airs.

But after he straightened his back and ate for a while, his true colors showed, and he began his happy dinner with shrimp dumplings in his left hand, seafood porridge in his right hand, sweet cookies in his mouth, and rice rolls in the distance.

The two abandoned the tradition of "not talking while eating and not talking while sleeping" and chatted while eating, ranging from life in the old days to their daily lives today.

Edward didn't pay much attention to Klein, and this appropriate sense of distance made Klein feel comfortable. He was very good at interpersonal communication. Otherwise, even if they were the only fellow villagers, they would soon run out of things to talk about if they saw each other every day, not to mention that they were very different in every aspect. Klein didn't worry about causing any trouble to the other party, but occasionally worried about whether he would be affected by some of the mysticism of the demon angel, especially during the time when he was investigating the demon dog.

Edward watched him unconsciously reveal a lot of information during the communication - perhaps it was not that important to him - such as the tall tower that appeared in the dream of the man named Allen, the silver-white red-eyed giant snake, and the child named Will Auceptin holding a wheel of fortune. These things have been reported to the Church of Evernight, so Klein treated it as a special experience.

He was not stingy with his knowledge: "You are right. Will is the name of the speaker of the School of Life. He is a Sequence 1 Mercury Serpent, one sequence higher than me. It is best not to get involved with him."

"And the demon dog..."

“The people behind it are indeed still lurking.”

He really liked eating these old foods. Amon secretly observed this human who was related to Sefirah Castle. He ate a little since he was here. On the small plate in front of him were several cakes he liked, and he would steal some of what he wanted to eat from time to time.

Still eager to communicate, Amon thought.

It's also related to Sefirah Castle. He lowered his head and took two bites of the fermented rice dumplings, which he found a little too sweet, so he quickly drank a sip of water.

"By the way, recently..." Klein's schedule these past two days has been inseparable from the East District. There are also rumors about the East District, big or small, circulating in newspapers and extraordinary circles. Klein thought about Kapin's matter and was still a little curious about what happened. But then he thought that the other party might not care about this aspect of things, so the words on his lips turned into another sentence.

"Do you know anything about the Ernst Foundation?"

TBC
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Thanks to everyone's efforts, I'm stuck, haha ​​(.

I took some time to look at the book review website. I was prepared for the polarized reviews of this article, but some of the comments were really mysterious.

Let me share one that I find most amazing:
"The author designed a hack that is even stronger than the original one."

(End of this chapter)