Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 70 Reporters

"You are really strange."

Venata's voice was a bit ambiguous, "Why do you think that the feelings of a child you forced into me can restrain a former gangster? You should know what gangsters look like."

"Yeah, but I know better than the vague concept of 'gang member' what it's like to sit in my room and eat and drink for nothing. You say so, Venata Miss Sevens?"

Altaïr's mouth curled into a smile.

"Slick guy." Venata slapped Altaïr. "If it's nothing serious, I'll go and put Sophie to sleep."

"Then good night..." Altaïr was about to say good night to the other party when he suddenly heard the doorbell ringing from downstairs.

"It's seven o'clock now, who would look for me at this time..."

Altaïr was a little puzzled, and raised his chin to Venata, signaling her to take care of Sophie.

Venata nodded slightly, took out the revolver from Altaïr's desk, hid it under the hem of her pajamas, and walked downstairs to her room.But Altaïr silently hid the paper cutting knife on the desk into his sleeve, slid down the railing of the stairs, and reached the first floor before Venata.

Living in the most upscale house in the East District, you still need to have a sense of precaution.The two didn't feel that this kind of treatment was a fuss.

Altaïr walked to the door and glanced through the cat's eyes. The "Assassin" potion gave him a certain degree of night vision.Then he relaxed, and threw the paper cutter back on the coffee table in the living room.

"Mr. Joseph, it's been a long time."

Altaïr opened the door, and there was a gentleman in his 30s standing at the door.He was wearing a heavy overcoat and half top hat, with sparse eyebrows, rough skin, and unusually prominent pores.

However, his facial features are not bad, his blue eyes are especially charming, coupled with two beautiful mustaches, he has a somewhat mature charm.

"Didn't I say many times that I was going to call me Mike, Altaïr, you are still so out of touch."

Mike Joseph laughed loudly and patted Altaïr on the shoulder, white steam came out of his mouth.

"Let's go into the house and tell me, Backlund's winter weather is really terrible..."

Mike walked into the room familiarly, and Altaïr took the other's coat and hung it on the hanger.

"It's a new dress."

Altaïr looked at the brand new coat in his hand and said.

"That one got scratched last time in the East End. You know, the interviews I've had lately have been with big men who don't look decent in mended clothes. That coat cost me five quid."

Mike sat down on the sofa.

"That's the price of grace," Altaïr said humorously. "What do you want to drink? Black tea, coffee?"

"Whatever, I trust Altaïr to your taste in this regard." Mike waved his hand.

"But what a coincidence, I mentioned you just now."

Altaïr said while making tea.

"Oh, that's really a coincidence." Mike nodded, and then suddenly realized. "Mention of me? With whom? I remember the last time I saw you, you were still living alone."

"It's a long story." Altaïr smiled, "Besides, you should have heard of this person recently."

"Vinata, this is the Mr. Mike Joseph I told you about. Mike, this is Venata Sevens. I will trouble you to take care of it in the future."

"Good evening, Monsieur Joseph."

Venata had already hidden the revolver, and now she came out in casual clothes to greet Joseph.

"Good evening, Miss Sevens." Mike Joseph shook hands with Venata warmly, then turned to Altaïr. "When did this lady start living with you? You didn't tell me. You are too alien."

"Actually..." As soon as Altaïr wanted to explain something, Venata said first: "Actually, I just moved here last week, and the time is relatively short."

Altaïr froze for a moment, but then suddenly understood.

Although Ruen's workplace has eliminated gender discrimination to a certain extent, it still has little effect on some occasions, and there are even serious overcorrections in the handling of some problems.

Among them, the traditional media industry such as the news industry is included.Unmarried women tend to experience some level of harassment, as well as unfair treatment at work.Women who are already engaged or in a confirmed relationship are treated relatively better.

"Oh, that's it." Mike suddenly said, "No problem. When I interview the textile factory owner and industrialist Rainer Buffett in the Eastern District the day after tomorrow, Miss Sevens can go with me."

"Oh? Is this okay, just let her start the reporter's activities?" Altaïr asked half curiously, "Shouldn't we usually start with the clerical activities?"

"Miss Sevens showed a very professional quality during the interview, and if she is only a reporter assistant, I believe she can do the job even if she has no previous experience." Mike smiled, "When I come over tomorrow, I will give Bring over Miss Sevens' information."

"Really, then I will thank you for her first." Altaïr nodded, "But you came to me so late this time, do you have any entrustment?"

"That's right. I just said that I'm going to interview Mr. Rainer Buffett the day after tomorrow?" Mike took a sip of black tea, "I plan to go to his factory in the East District to do a preliminary investigation tomorrow."

"Oh? What are you going to investigate?" Altaïr raised his eyebrows. "You didn't come to me for several interviews before, I believe you have already touched the East District?"

"It's different this time..." Mike smiled awkwardly, "You know, my previous interview on those issues in the East Side was a bit..."

"I think 'formality' is an appropriate word here."

Altaïr pointed sharply.

"I can't help it either." Mike shook his head helplessly. "Anyway, those big shots above want to see something substantial. However, the other big shots don't want what they're doing to be seen. So, I'm going to sneak into that gentleman's factory and take random pictures that aren't easy to be seen. discoveries that are actually innocuous."

"Ha, the reason why I dare to take Miss Sevens directly to Mr. Buffett's factory is also for similar reasons. I have already investigated the specific information first, and the interview the next day is just based on his attitude to judge what information I should put on the report. Just report."

Mike smiled self-deprecatingly, "Anyway, tomorrow I plan to hire you again to accompany me to the East End."

(End of this chapter)