Only when the figure was almost invisible did Old William return from the door of the store.
He rubbed his hands and went upstairs to find Yager who was still standing at the door, looking like he was in a daze.
"Where's the watch?" he asked in a deep voice.
"Here." Yager walked to the bed, took out his pocket watch and handed it to him.
The golden pocket watch is particularly dazzling even in a dark room. Even if he is not an appraiser, old William can see the value of this watch at a glance.
Even if it is said to be a noble collection, it is quite classy.
To Yager's expectation, old William did not look very happy when he saw the extraordinary quality of the pocket watch, and there was no such overjoyed feeling as he had at first through the door.
He didn't even dare to check the watch, he just stared at Yager with cloudy eyes for a while, then turned around and left with the watch.
Did he do anything wrong? Was there any loophole before?
Yager was a little surprised. In his memory, old William seemed to rarely be so serious.
Downstairs, Hank also tried to go up.
"Yager, are you okay?" he called from a distance.
Compared to old William, Hank had a better relationship with Yager before. Hank has been visiting the store here for almost ten years and has a younger brother who is still in school at Backlund Center and is about the same age as Yager.
So I always take good care of him.
"Thank you Hank, I'm fine." Yager shouted back slightly raising his voice.
Before Hank could ask further questions, old William who came downstairs grabbed his arm.
"What can happen to him? Mind yourself!" He suddenly interrupted loudly and dragged Hank further away.
Even if he couldn't see his expression, Yager could feel that Old William was nervous now, not to mention Hank. Hank stopped struggling immediately and disappeared behind the counter with Old William.
She seems to have an unabashed opinion of him.
Yager fell silent.
Is it because of the church? It's possible. Old William has opened this store for decades, which is longer than the combined experience of the two clerks. He is probably very familiar with the investigation process. The sudden appearance of the church is obviously an unusual signal.
And he also withheld a key item from the investigation.
Yager looked downstairs silently for a while, then turned and closed the door.
You may not be able to get anything out of the boss tonight. Anyway, let's search the room for any clues first. Just a change in attitude is not serious.
But he was wrong.
A few hours later, as the sky dimmed and dawned, Yager received news at the dinner table that overwhelmed him.
Today's breakfast was very unusual. The small wooden table was filled with broth and white bread that old William would not even give to the clerk. All of these were just for Yager. Hank made it in the early hours of yesterday morning.
After separating from him, William sent him overnight to another city on a business trip.
"I don't need an appraiser anymore. Here is more than half a month's salary for the next more than half a month. You can find other jobs." Old William said briefly but decisively.
Opposite him, the black-haired young man who had always seemed quite calm showed a frightened expression.
Unemployed? This is a path he never envisioned...
What he was wearing today was a spare business suit that he dug out overnight from the closet next door. His new dark green trench coat had a conspicuous wrinkle in his fluctuating emotions.
"Why?" Yager was caught off guard. "I don't have to be an appraiser. I can also look at stores."
Well, actually he knows why...but it's too difficult to lose your job on the first day!
It turns out that he didn’t have a university degree, and his savings were only two pounds in change. A little bit of knowledge as an appraiser allowed him to find this job, which was already pretty good. What’s more important was that he didn’t have a certificate, so it would be difficult to find a shop after he lost his job.
Take him in.
The evil Russell certificate system. Is he going to become the first tentacle monster in the world to die of poverty because he has no job?!
However, old William looked particularly determined.
"No. Not only do I not need an appraiser, I also don't need a third employee. After Hank comes back, I will switch to the wine selling business."
"But the store was running normally without any problems..."
Yager paused and tried to make a final struggle. "Are you worried that I really did something dangerous yesterday? I didn't -"
"No, no, I don't care!" William interrupted a little flustered. He seemed very afraid of what he said yesterday. "I don't care what you were doing there, nor did you make the decision because of this matter."
This was a lie, Yager clearly felt.
Didn't the church say it was okay when they left yesterday? Old William seemed not only worried about the church, but also afraid of yesterday's movements.
"I am already old. It is too heavy a burden for me to keep buying and selling. Selling wine may be more suitable for me." Old William continued.
They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.
"Okay, thank you for taking care of me during this time." Finally, Yager reached out and took the sack of severance pay.
Five pounds is considered a cut of flesh for a budget-conscious boss, and this is already the best treatment he can get.
He originally thought of working as a store clerk to collect information related to the mystery, but now he has no choice but to change his plan.
Seeing Yager agree, old William breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good."
His somewhat stiff attitude quickly softened and he pointed at the bag. "The gold watch is inside. I discussed it with Hank yesterday and this kind of thing is still beyond the scope of our handling."
The corners of his mouth twitched twice unconsciously, and his heartache was obvious.
"You can give it to the church, or take it to the Brave Bar and sell it. That's the best place for such an unknown thing."
"If you sell it, you have to give me one-third of the money. After all, I'm the one who showed you the way." After much hesitation, he couldn't help but add.
Yager choked. "Okay."
It’s still the familiar capitalist routine.
He stood up and nodded goodbye, stuffed a few pieces of white bread with meat sauce into his mouth, and watched with pleasure as Old William's face turned a few degrees blue.
After asking for the details of the bar, he left the store with his small suitcase.
The sky in Backlund was gloomy, and it was like this for eight months of the year. The air had a heavy grainy feel, which made Yager frown in discomfort.
Compared to his impression of Shangcheng District, where the streets are wide and the shops are neat, the road from Zhongcheng District to the bridge is completely different. Although it is much better than the East District, you can still see broken scrap metal and garbage on the street corners from time to time.
, even the trees have a rusty feel.
After walking through several streets filled with tired office workers, he soon saw the Brave Bar.
In the early morning, the bar was empty except for the drunkards who spent the night here.
"What do you want to drink?" The bartender glanced at him casually.
"A special cocktail, thank you."
Yager looked at the row of high stools in front of him. Most of them were stained with an unknown mixed liquid, and even the few survivors were covered in oil.
For his last good windbreaker, he chose to stand.
"Three pennies." The bartender casually leaned on the bar and took the coin, handing him a goblet. "A little suggestion, you can choose beer for your first drink."
"Thanks for letting me know." Yager took the wine glass. "But I'm not the type to get drunk."
"Is Kaspars Camlinen here?"
The bartender raised his dark brown brows, looked him up and down, raised his hand and pointed inward: "Ballroom No. 5."
This chapter has been completed!