Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1690

For an ordinary British person, 1000 pounds is not a small amount. In 1925, the average annual income of the British middle class was only 200 pounds. 1000 pounds was equivalent to the total income of a British middle class for 5 years.

Of course, for Valentine's family, 1000 pounds is not much. The "Manchester Express" is not a large newspaper with a national circulation, and the income is still not comparable to that of ordinary people, so Monica rejected the insurance manager's check. Insist on investigating the cause of Valentine's death to the end.

But things were obviously not as simple as Monica imagined. At noon the next day, Monica's family lawyer Sapir visited and brought bad news.

"The investigation by the Metropolitan Police Department has not yet concluded. All we can do now is wait—" Sapir looked exhausted. He had been working on Valentine's case for several days, but unfortunately there was no result.

"My husband must have been killed by the Federal Government of Southern Africa. The Metropolitan Police Department and the Federal Government of Southern Africa are the same. Can we hire private detectives?" Monica insisted on seeking justice for her husband.

"Hire private detectives to investigate the federal government of Southern Africa?" Sapir was surprised. Monica probably read too many detective novels, and thought that all private detectives were Sherlock Holmes.

In 1887, Conan Doyle began to create the "Sherlock Holmes Series", which was a great success. Sherlock Holmes also became a well-known British detective. The private detective industry also became famous along with Sherlock Holmes.

Private detectives have a long history in the United Kingdom. At the end of the 17th century, the urbanization process caused a surge in the population of large cities like London, and criminal activities increased accordingly. The limited sheriff and police could not meet the needs of fighting crime, and "thief catchers" came into being.

"Bravemen" specialize in hunting criminals for bonuses to investigate cases. In 1803, at least 300 people made a living by doing so in London alone.

Since the 20th century, the private detective industry has begun to transform into a private security company. The largest private security company in the UK is an umbrella from southern Africa.

"Yes, hire private detectives to investigate the federal government of Southern Africa. As long as we pay enough money, we can find out the truth." Monica is a housewife, and she really doesn't know the relationship between the umbrella and southern Africa.

"Ma'am, the largest private security company in the UK is a southern African company." Sapir looked devastated, not to mention the relationship between the umbrella and southern Africa, how much money would it take to drive a commercial company to investigate a country that is one of the best in the world?
Not to mention the "Manchester Express", I am afraid that it would not be enough to sell the "Times".

"So what, as long as we pay enough money—" Monica firmly believed that money could buy everything.

"The owner of the Umbrella Company is the Marquis of Nyasaland." Sapir said succinctly.

Monica continued to look at Sapir with "so what" eyes.

"The Marquess of Nyasaland is the Prime Minister of Southern Africa - so no matter how much we offer, the Umbrella Corporation will not accept it - and, since Mr Valentine's accident, the Manchester Express has not been published and the shareholders have been very Not satisfied, they are holding a shareholder meeting to discuss the sale of "Manchester Express"—" Sapir smiled wryly, he estimated that he would lose Monica as a client soon, and poor people can't afford family lawyers.

"Sell the Manchester Express, how dare they?" Monica screamed. The Manchester Express was the brainchild of Valentine, who was the majority shareholder of the Manchester Express before the accident.

After Valentine's death, his share in the Manchester Express was supposed to go to Monica.

Therefore, if the shareholders want to sell the "Manchester Express", they should not bypass Monica under any circumstances.

"Actually, that's what they did—" Sapir couldn't help it. The wall was overthrown by everyone, and it's not uncommon in the UK to have such a thing.

"Take me to the Strand Street. If they do this, I will sue them." Monica wanted to take up legal weapons and resolutely defend her rights.

Headquarters of the Manchester Express on the Strand.

Still in Valentine's office, the shareholder meeting was in progress.

"Harriman, is it possible for the Manchester Express to continue operating?" Charles, the second largest shareholder, sat in Valentine's position with an arrogant attitude.

"It's possible, but it's a bit difficult. All our reporters have left, and even the Indians who clean up have run away—" Harriman leaned against the fireplace with his arms folded, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were bloodshot. I haven't been able to get out of the car accident yet. The scene of the car explosion left a deep impression on Harriman.

"Then why didn't you leave?" The fat Wyatt was sarcastic, he was the second generation of a poor aristocratic family.

"Mr. Valentine was kind to me and promoted me from an intern reporter to editor-in-chief. If you are not satisfied with my work, then I can leave now." Harriman still has feelings for "Manchester Express" of.

"Shut up Wyatt, if you can't speak, don't speak." Charles was blunt. He also came from an aristocratic family and currently works in the Ministry of Finance.

This is what Britain is now. The bourgeois revolution broke out in Britain in the 17th century, but Britain is still controlled by the aristocracy.

It's just that compared with before, the nobility has a lower sense of presence and a more subtle way.

"What else are you talking about? The Manchester Express has not been published for several days, and our assets are being lost. In a few days, I'm afraid we won't be able to find a link, and we will lose all our money—" Huai Art is not afraid of Charles, he does not care about the life and death of the Manchester Express, only his own interests.

"By the way, can you find a successor now?" William, who was lying on the sofa drinking, looked indifferent. He drank a bottle of five-star wine from Cape Town in 1905. Valentine spent a lot of money to buy this The bottle of wine has been kept in the office and I am not willing to drink it.

Harriman's expression was calm, but his heart was bleeding.

Valentine once said that on the day the Manchester Express outsold The Times, Valentine would share the bottle with Harriman.

Now that day will never come.

"William, drink less, what you are drinking is the property of the Manchester Express, and a part of me is in it." Wyatt's heart was also bleeding.

But Wyatt took action, found a glass, and poured a full glass himself, just like drinking beer in a bar.

William smiled and said nothing, you guys are arguing, I just came to see the play.

"Harriman, are you willing to take over the Manchester Express?" Charles knew far less about the Manchester Express than Harriman.

"Someone has approached me in the past few days, but the price offered is very low, only 3000 pounds—" Harriman looked at the floor in front of him, trying not to look at Wyatt, who was drinking.

"3000 pounds, why don't you grab it!" Wyatt didn't forget to complain in his busy schedule.

At this time, Monica opened the door and came in, and was choked by the strong smell of smoke as soon as she entered.

Apart from Harriman, several shareholders were smoking cigars.

Of course, the cigars that Valentine kept in the office were also smoked.

Havana cigars from Cuba.

"I heard that you are holding a shareholder meeting, why don't I, the major shareholder, know about it?" Monica said aggressively.

Sapir followed behind Monica.

Seeing the situation in the office, Sapir silently came to the side of Harriman, leaning on the fireplace, and his posture was exactly the same as Harriman.

"Ha, Mrs. Valentine, I'm so glad to see you. Your husband lent me five thousand pounds last year. When do you plan to pay back the money?"

Monica didn't know what was going on, so she looked at Harriman.

"It's not an arrears, but an investment. Mr. Wyatt invested £[-] in The Manchester Express last year—" Harriman knew more about the operation of the Manchester Express.

Monica looked at Sapir again.

Sapir smiled bitterly, everyone pushed the wall down, and everyone beat the drum, that's it.

"Mrs. Valentine, if you are willing to attend the shareholders' meeting, of course we have no objections, but we don't need to notify you if we want to hold a shareholders' meeting, because you are no longer the major shareholder of "Manchester Express"—" still sitting Charles in Valentine's position is confident.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Get up, this is not your place—" Monica seemed to miss the point.

"Harriman, tell her—" Charles was in control.

"What's going on?" Monica realized that something was wrong.

"Some time ago, the business situation of the newspaper office was not very good. Mr. Valentine borrowed a sum of money from Mr. Charles with the shares of the newspaper office as collateral—" Harriman poured beans out of the bamboo tube, and it was pointless to conceal it at this time.

"Using the shares of the newspaper as collateral? It's impossible, why don't I know?" Monica screamed out of composure. The shares of "Manchester Express" were Monica's last reliance.

"Hehehe, besides going shopping, shopping, and signing checks, what else do you know?" Wyatt sneered, housewives—

Really, no matter when, a woman cannot lose her financial autonomy, and no matter how rich her husband is, he must have his own business, even if it is charity.

"Why did this happen?" Monica was not in the mood to argue with Wyatt.

Harriman didn't say a word. British newspapers are also very competitive. It is not easy to survive, and the turnover of financing is normal.

"Mrs. Valentine, if you are willing to stay, then please be quiet, otherwise please leave, so as not to affect our meeting." Charles dismissed people directly, everyone's time is so precious, we should not waste it on these unnecessary things matter.

"How could you do this? My husband worked so hard for the Manchester Express, and now you are going to take away my husband's newspaper, you cold-blooded vampires—" Monica collapsed completely, this blow was too much for her big.

(End of this chapter)