The Death Knight of the Secret World

Chapter 18 0018. Try to make canned fruit
The plan to acquire a glass factory was finally shelved due to funding problems.

After all, it would cost at least a thousand pounds to win a small glass factory. It is impossible for Alan Beckman, the second-generation ancestor, to complete such a large-scale capital operation.

However, Alan Beckman still let his loyal servant Bob get hundreds of working glass jars.The loyal servant Bob was the slightly dazed guy Alan used to pretend to be the coachman last time. It is said that the adopted son of the Beckman family steward.He is not very talkative, but he works very hard and is a very useful tool man.

With the glass jars, Beomi's canning can be officially started, and now it's time to buy fruits and make a batch of test products, and try them first.

So, in the afternoon shift, Beomie skipped.

It wasn't what he wanted. Half of the people in the backyard of the police station saw that he was forcibly dragged away by the second-in-command of the [Evidence Office], Alan Beckman, to become a driver.

The carriage is still the one that Beomi and the others got back. It has been three days, and I haven't seen the Mr. Representative send anyone to ask for it. I guess... I really don't want it.

And Beomi also knows that this carriage is a bit eye-catching, many people are looking at it...

So, Beomi urged Allen to do one thing, one thing that allowed the deputy director to promote Allen in a fair manner.

Alan Beckman, as the clerk of the Physical Evidence Office—in fact, the chief secretary, is the second-in-command in terms of the position level of the Physical Evidence Office.When the old director who is about to retire is not doing anything, he is the leader of the physical evidence office.

So, the clerk, who had only been in office for two days, launched an [inventory], and this was the trick Baomi gave him.In fact, the main job content is to reconcile the files and physical objects of the physical evidence office, check and fill in the gaps, and tidy them up by category.

The inventory was carried out very quickly, mainly in the small department of the Physical Evidence Office, which was a bit too much staffed.

Including Byron, the head of the office, and Alan Beckman, the second-in-command clerk, there are a total of sixteen staff members in the Evidence Office.

If Allen succeeds in filling his seat, then his subordinates will be two more than the unlucky captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment.Of course, the reason for this painful situation is mainly due to the backward statistics and recording methods of this era, as well as the criticized full manual transcription.

If we don't recruit so many people, we won't be able to stay busy at all.

And Byron, the old director of the office, will be retiring in just over a year. He is an old fox with a long history of bureaucracy, and he is well versed in various bureaucratic routines.

The old man shrewdly divided the ten or so people into their respective responsible sections, and then the old man acted as the hands-off shopkeeper.More money, less work, close to home, happy, happy.

And the old Byron, who had been privately hinted by the deputy director to raise his title before he retired, took good care of and supported the young man Alan Beckman.So, I would like to help him.

The old director spoke, and a dozen tools and people worked in a hurry. It took only one afternoon to complete the inventory and found some minor problems that needed improvement, but they were not serious.After being criticized and educated, several tool workers who are not meticulous and serious in their work have expressed that they must correct their past mistakes, work hard, and become more qualified public servants.

And the newly appointed clerk, Alan Beckman, also made some discoveries during the inspection, such as—there are [physical evidence] that have not been recorded in the register, and no one has paid attention to them.

Thus, the two-wheeled carriage with the big black horse became the legal property of the Physical Evidence Office in the name of the special physical evidence of the [Manor Dismemberment Case].

Is this obviously a means of transportation? This carriage was used as a vehicle for transporting physical evidence in the [Manor Corpse Dismemberment Case], but it was not recorded in the register.This is where the Office of Physical Evidence did not do its job properly. After the old Director Byron criticized the relevant personnel, he asked them to conduct a deep review.

And Alan Beckman, the clerk who discovered this matter, was commended for his excellent quality of "treating work meticulously and seriously".The whole sub-bureau announced the commendation...

The [Rectification Movement] caused by the [Department Internal Inventory] of the Evidence Office has been successfully completed this time, and the second-in-command Allen has also been awarded small tasks such as [Recruitment of vehicles in the sub-bureau as appropriate] and [Recruitment of personnel from other departments to complete the work as appropriate] privilege.As for the original privilege of [handling the backlog of evidence in a timely manner], it has also been implemented in black and white and written on the personal resume.

Then, Alan Beckman had a reasonable reason to take Beomy, the [collaborator of other departments], to drive the carriage together and skip work.

"What the hell, are these fruits so expensive?" Allen picked up a naan from the car, took a bite, felt that it wasn't sweet enough, and threw it back casually.

"You don't even look at what season it is, it's good to have what you can eat, and you're the only one who can pick and choose, you are the most precious!" Beomi couldn't see the nouveau riche face of this guy.

At the beginning of May, when the seasonal fruits have not yet come down, if you want to buy some fruit for canning, you have to walk several streets.

Backlund's target was London, the smoggy capital of the rotten country on Earth, so the local climate was not suitable for fruit growth.The places with high yields of various fruits are all outside.

The mysterious world is now in a period of great voyages and industrial revolutions. The developed ocean trade has indeed brought many special fruits from other regions. something for mass consumption.

Because he wanted to try canning fruit, Alan Beckman, who is stupid and rich, bought a wagon full of fruit, um... it cost about five gold pounds.

And Beomy, who followed the whole process, was also taken aback by Backlund's fruit prices—good guy, it's almost catching up with beef and mutton.

"You said, you want to sell these fruits for ten gold pounds! Don't be shy, this is my weekly salary!" After taking two more bites of a peach-shaped fruit, Allen felt a little pain talking.

"As long as you have all the things I want ready, let alone ten gold pounds, even twenty gold pounds is possible!" Beomi assured, patting her chest confidently.

"I don't believe it, why don't you make a written proof?"

"Go away, believe it or not, if you really can't do it, you can take this cart of fruit home!"

"If I really pull this car back, my elder brother will definitely break my leg!" Alan, whose IQ is above the line, said, don't try to trick me.

Spend three or 4000 yuan to buy a bunch of unstorable fruits and eat them back. Even if the whole family goes to battle, it will take three or four days to finish eating.If you do such a stupid thing, you will have your legs broken.

The two scumbags who skipped work to go out to do private work, just drove the carriage around and found the back door of the pawnshop.Called two pawn shop workers to help unload the truck, the four of them worked very quickly, and the small three hundred catties of fruit were unloaded in a while.

Then, Beomy gave Alan Beckman a new job-peeling.

It is not impossible to make canned food, especially canned fruit, without peeling, but the effect is better if it is peeled.

It took the two of them almost three hours to finish peeling three hundred catties of fruit. The key is that Alan is too stupid to peel it very slowly, and he eats it while peeling...

In order to earn money earlier, Allen didn't even go to the police station for lunch. Instead, he asked the pawnbroker to go to the bakery next door to buy some bread for a simple meal.

Finally, around three o'clock in the afternoon, the simple canned food made by Beomi was fresh out of the pan.

"Hey, you're pretty smart, this thing smells good..." Alan leaned on a bowl of canned peaches that looked good and smelled it.

"Cut, what is this? It's just a bunch of flavors and pigments mixed together! It just looks good, and it's not nutritious!"

Beomi took off her gloves, picked up the black tea beside her and drank it in one go.

"Just this scent, I think it's very valuable." Alan Beckman, who was overwhelmed by the scent of the essence, smelled all the six or seven cans on the table one by one, with a look of intoxication.

If Beomie hadn't come up with some little refreshing pills or ketamine or something, I would have thought this thing had just been smoked and was in high spirits.With that mean look on his face, he is not afraid that the people of Chaoyang will report you.

"Don't just smell it, taste it!" Beomi picked up a fork and stuffed it into Alan's hand.

"Although this stuff is delicious when it's cold, it's also delicious to eat it warm!"

Then, Beomi served another bowl to the little guy who had been busy for a long time.It's the guy who filled Beomi's pecans twice before. Allen is clumsy. If this guy hadn't helped once, the can would have taken two hours to come out.

The flattered boy hurriedly expressed that he would not eat it, but Beomy still stuffed it into his hand: "This guy ate a lot of fruit just now, and he can't finish it at all, just eat yours!"

"It's really delicious!" Ellen Beckman, who had eaten canned fruit for the first time, was as happy as a mentally handicapped child. He tasted each bowl with a fork, and Beomi felt like hitting someone— —I don’t even know how to save a copy for me, what’s wrong with you trying them all?I'm not afraid to hold you to death!

This means that Beomi doesn't like to eat this stuff, otherwise she really wants to give this second comparison a hard time.I'd better drink my black tea, so Beomi picked up the black tea on the table and it was tons...

Ten minutes later, Allen leaned on the sofa and patted his chubby belly with satisfaction.Beomy still underestimated him, he ate all the bowls of canned food, and there was not even soup left.

"You eat it, so tell me what you think!" Beomi said while peeling the nuts
Allen, who was lying dead on the sofa, suddenly stiffened with a carp... didn't get up!Then, like a fallen penguin, he struggled to sit up and gave a thumbs up: "This stuff is good! Very good! My impression is that it will definitely sell well! I have lived for 20 years, and I haven't eaten it yet." Such delicious food!"

"When you get off work today, you can bring a few bottles back home for your family to frequent and persuade them to invest in your industry!" Beomi glanced at Alan who lay down again, feeling a little headache... This guy is so stupid, It seems that you still need to train well.

(End of this chapter)