Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 71 Hiring
"Then there's no need to be in such a hurry, is there?"

Altaïr poured himself a cup of tea, "Why don't you come here now?"

An embarrassed smile appeared on Mike Joseph's face. "Actually, I didn't want to come to you at first. After all, you don't really need a few pounds from the bodyguard business now. Even if it really involves sneaking into the factory tomorrow, it's enough to hire an ordinary veteran. "

"But just now, the bodyguard company I hired suddenly sent someone to inform me that Mr. Bodyguard, who was originally assigned to me, was attacked during the mission just now, so he can't continue to work for a short time, and their company can't transfer it temporarily. Manpower. At this time, even if you are looking for other security companies, it is already past the business hours of employment services. Among the bodyguards I know, I only know your address, so I will try my luck."

Speaking of this, he suddenly asked a little nervously: "Altaïr, are you still working as a bodyguard?"

He was worried that after Altaïr had a female companion, he would wash his hands and return to an ordinary life. After all, he had seen too many such things.

"I really don't take this kind of short-term protection tasks very much recently. After all, you know that my main source of income is the regular dividends of stocks. Besides, even if my skills are considered good in this line of work, similar jobs are still worth it. fraught with danger."

Altaïr took a sip of his tea, "However, it's not bad to take on a similar mission once in a while to exercise your muscles, especially,"

He raised his chin towards Venata's room, "She will trouble you to take care of her in the future. Tomorrow's protection is just a thank you, and I won't charge you. However, I plan to go to Serenzo with Venata for dinner. Dining room……"

"I'll pay. It just so happened that the noble gentleman I interviewed recently paid me a lot." Mike patted his chest, "You know, I helped his factory to be beautiful within a reasonable range in the last interview." I said a few words."

"Deal." Altaïr smiled and raised his teacup to Mike Joseph.

"You seem to be attaching great importance to this interview. Is there some important person?" Altaïr lowered his voice, "Do you want to see any results?"

"I can't say too much, friend. It's not good for you or me to know too much." Mike Joseph also lowered his voice, and the muscles on his face trembled.

"In short, he wants to see the laws he recently pushed to sign to protect workers' rights are working properly... But you also know that the factory owners in the East End and those well-meaning gentlemen have some differences in the definition of normal operation."

Mike took a sip of the cold tea in the cup depressedly, "The funds allocated by the lords to improve the situation of the workers will be withdrawn by almost [-]% to [-]% every time they pass the level. In the end, the money that is actually used on the workers The sums are so small that the gold pounds, which would have given the workers meat for three meals, are actually thankful for an extra loaf of black bread on the poor soul's lunch plate."

"Then you should report the truth. Anyway, you didn't embezzle the money." Altaïr suggested half-jokingly.

"My dear Mr. Brutus, don't make such bad jokes." Mike smiled wryly, "Don't look at those gentlemen who can even deduct [-]% of the king's appropriation, actually In fact, if all the money they put out is stolen by others, it will drive them crazy."

"But even if they themselves take the lead in corruption, how can they stop the people under them from being corrupt? In the end, the anger will still be vented on the head of a small reporter like me. If I really report the truth, I dare say that those factory owners will be at the dinner table. There's not even a beet head missing, and I'm probably a floating corpse in the Tussock River, and Tanya will have to pay someone to fish me up by then."

"Well, I hope your physical strength hasn't deteriorated." Altaïr shrugged, "Although you don't need to pay this time, I still hope that you will be more cautious when planning your route and avoid violent conflicts as much as possible."

"Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion." Mike nodded and drank the last bit of tea in the teacup. "To be honest, it's better not to be discovered by others. After all, I have to interview that gentleman in person the day after tomorrow. If I do too much, I will lose face."

"Okay, it's time for me to go." Mike stood up. "If it's later, I won't be able to catch the stagecoach. Walking in the East End after dark is crazy for me, an ordinary reporter. .”

"I'll send it to you."

Altaïr also stood up and fetched Mike's coat from the hanger.

Mike Joseph did not refuse, and the two came to the street directly opposite No. 12 Rose Street.Mike lit a cigar, and his movements were a little rusty.

"By the way, I'm still wondering why your coat doesn't smell like cigarettes this time. Have you quit smoking?"

Altaïr asked curiously.

"Didn't I tell you? Tanya is pregnant." Mike took a deep breath, showing satisfaction. "I still smoke two now and then when I'm out, though. To tell you the truth, if I hadn't seen Miss Sevens at your house, I might have had to finish this one at your house."

"You still say I'm cheating, don't you too?" Altaïr patted Mike Joseph on the back lightly, "When did it happen?"

"I've been pregnant for eight months." Mike flicked the cigarette, making the sparks of the cigarette sparkle. "I'm going to invite you to drink full moon wine when the moon is full."

"That will have to wait for a while." Altaïr looked away and looked at the bright red moon in the sky.

"It's better for a little longer, and it's time for you to settle down by then?" Mike glanced at Altaïr, "At first I thought you were a person who couldn't settle down, but I didn't expect you to hand it over quietly. Girlfriend. But this is good too, with her holding you down, I can rest assured to invite you to drink the full moon wine."

"What do you mean by that, you won't invite me if I don't find a girlfriend?" Altaïr said amusedly.

"Perhaps, I still hope that this boy will be as brave as his godfather, but if his godfather kills himself in some alley before then, I don't feel at ease."

Mike glanced at Altaïr meaningfully. "Should have called for Detective Moriarty, but he's a restless man."

"Thank you for your blessings, and next time you say something so unlucky." Altaïr scolded with a smile, "The public carriage is here, hurry up and go with your wife."

"You don't need to tell me."

Mike took down the cigar from his mouth, laughed and patted Altaïr on the shoulder, and walked towards the carriage.

"Say hi to Tanya for me!"

Altaïr shouted from behind the carriage, his voice disappeared into the darkness of Backlund.

(End of this chapter)