I want to kill a queen who has never met before and can't even know me?

After leaving Mr. Smith's office, Charles was considering this issue. If he was not wrong, he would probably have something to do with this Steel Brother. Even the dreams he had last night were all things he had experienced before.

Party, bloody oath, conspiracy, study, life, work...

He didn't know how many were fake or how many were real, but he didn't want to assassinate the queen, not only because he didn't know the woman, but more importantly, he was cowardly.

While thinking about how to successfully assassinate, the president and secretary came over, half-sitted on Charles' table, facing him, knocked on Charles' table, and woke him up.

"Sorry..." Charles' eyes stayed on the woman's smooth thighs for a moment. She was wearing a short skirt before looking up at the other party, "I was thinking about something just now, is there anything wrong?"

The president's secretary is a 23-year-old girl with a high school degree and has worked several jobs. Of course, this is not important. What is important is that her figure is the type that people like, and there is a mature charm hidden in the flying youth, which is much more powerful than those with high education.

Through the flat black-edged glasses, there was some light in her beautiful eyes.

As the only young male college student in the newspaper who has not yet been married, Charles is undoubtedly the focus of every unmarried lady.

He is qualified to live in the middle city. For these unmarried girls in the newspaper, if they still have the opportunity to live in the middle city in their lives and enjoy the so-called corrupt middle class life, then this opportunity must be Charles.

Such an excellent young man will still be fascinated by his body, which makes the girl very proud, which proves that her charm is not comparable to those small coin pools.

She deliberately changed her sitting position slightly, and her two round thighs were staggered and overlapped again, which gave Shire some benefits.

Of course, she did not forget the purpose of her coming here. She placed a check and an address on Charles' table, "Boss asked you to buy a better set of clothes, don't embarrass Boss and the Steam Newspaper, do you understand?"

Charles took the check and looked at it, whistle and nodded, "Thank me for Boss' generosity, I will."

The secretary smiled and left with his ass. In addition to the sound of some people sucking in the huge office hall, there were also some not-so-secret curses.

The girl's mentality was much better than Charles imagined. She didn't care about these jealous abuses at all, but instead twisted her hips even more happily.

"What a female cousin..." A female colleague gave a very positive evaluation.

"I love my daughter's cousin, and I don't mind that she is a female cousin..." This must be a male colleague, and his evaluation is also pertinent.

Because of his "excellent" business ability, Shire had no job, no manuscripts to be processed, and no letters from readers waiting for reply. He had already gotten off work when he was at work.

If it weren't for his identity as a college student, which is very important to the newspaper, he might have been kicked away in the first week.

After working pretended to behave for a while, he took the car to Zhongcheng District. This time, the person in charge of the random inspection was not the bearded officer. It seemed that he had worked for a week and could rest.

Perhaps it was because Charle's face was different from the other people's timidity. The officer did not check him randomly, but randomly selected several other people and took away a female passenger with a child, on the grounds that he suspected that they were not mother-son relationship...

If before knowing some horrible inside information, Charles would think this is a terrible, active defensive persecution of the lower classes caused by paranoia of class group victimization, then he now doesn't think so.

After all, this is related to the assassination of the queen and the defense of the queen.

The Zhongcheng District is still full of sunshine and happiness. The pride and confidence on people's faces are almost written directly on their faces with a pen. After walking around the Zhongcheng District, I finally found the tailor shop at the address, a tailor shop without a door head, but has a door number.

When Charles came, there were no guests in the tailor shop, only one old tailor and two young men. When they saw Charles, the old tailor lowered his head and looked at him through the gap between the glasses frame and his forehead, "Make clothes?"

Shire nodded. It was only the two apprentices who came up to meet him. After they helped Shire hang up his coat and the things he carried with him, they began to measure his figure.

The old tailor sat behind the sewing machine, supported his chin and tilted his head, asking him, "What are you going to do for this set of clothes? Banquet? Wedding? Ceremony? Social? Party..."

Each different occasion, different time, different identity will have some subtle differences in clothing.

Some people think this is a pathological consideration, but for people in the middle and upper cities, this is their lives, with persistence in details everywhere.

"I will interview a big shot with the group. Her identity is very noble, so I need a set of clothes that will not be rude. Do you understand what I mean?" Shire was not sure whether the news that the queen was coming to Aepad had spread, at least he didn't know, so he didn't point it out.

But the old tailor jumped up all of a sudden. He was not tall, about one or five meters tall. He walked to Charles and kicked away the two apprentices, stood on a stool, and measured them directly with his hands.

But... this measurement method made Charles feel a little uncomfortable and embarrassed.

He is not the kind of tying to measure it, but feel it with his palms and palms, like a kind of stroking in all directions. "My hands can deeply remember every detail of your body. Only the clothes made in this way will be the most appropriate, so that you will not look rude, and don't worry, I am not interested in men!"

Feeling the two dry palms slashing around him, if the old man had not avoided important places, he would have felt that he had been harassed.

"Did you serve the ladies in this way?" Charles couldn't help but tease.

The old tailor nodded seriously and said, "Of course, how could I make the clothes they like?"

Charles closed his mouth and looked at the two young apprentices beside him. The apprentices looked at other places with some embarrassment.

For some reason, Charles suddenly felt that this was not a serious tailor.

Soon, Charles' whole body was touched by the old tailor, and he quickly drew a sketch on a notebook, "In twenty-four hours, you can see your new clothes. What do you think... what do you think?"

He raised his hand and faced Charles with a rough outline on it. It has to be said that it is just a outline, which also gives him a very capable, noble and decent feeling. I don’t know how this old man’s ability to make clothes is yet to be known, but his ability to draw is definitely commendable.

"I think your signature should be placed inside the clothes..." After watching for a long time, Charles finally found some suggestions for improvement. On the chest of this clothes, there was the tailor's name.

Although the old tailor's drawings were very vague, Charles could still see that this was the old tailor's signature and the logo of the dress.

The little old man is very stubborn and persistent, "No!"

Charles shrugged indifferently, "Then I will cover it with a silk scarf..."

"You can't do that, this is my work, I have the power to leave my signature wherever I want!"

Shire also answered seriously, "But this is my clothes, and I have the right to deal with it according to my ideas. Of course, maybe you can convince me, for example, by adjusting the price..."

In the end, the two reached a unified agreement on their opinions. The old tailor made two sets of clothes for Charles for free. Charles could not take the initiative to cover the signature on their chest. At the same time, they also had to ensure that he had to be in the same frame with Her Majesty the Queen at least once, otherwise Charles would have to pay the old tailor a handmade fee.

Not much, three hundred yuan.

But if Shire can complete the agreement and stand close to Her Majesty many times, then every time the old tailor will make two clothes for Shire for free, without a limit!

"This is a very good deal. According to me, the gentlemen and socialites in the entire Epeda City will soon know your store. If the queen says your clothes are good..." Charles' tone was deeply tempted, "Maybe you will become the best tailor in Epeda City."

After saying goodbye to the kind old tailor, the newspaper president saved the checks he used to buy clothes. Of course, he would not return them to the president, because he is very short of money now.

Just as we were about to go to the library, an accident happened on the side of the road. Many people were surrounded by police officers outside the house.

Shire paused and leaned over... "Take me, I'm a reporter!"
Chapter completed!