The principal opened the drawer and rummaged through to find a business card that was very cheap in terms of material and printing process.
"Two months ago, Roger and Martin came back to visit me and said that they were doing business together. They also gave me a business card and asked me to help them introduce customers."
"Mr. Principal, what kind of business are they doing? Is it already developed?" The boy asked curiously.
"Developed? I'm afraid it's difficult." The old principal shook his head and smiled bitterly, "These two whimsical naughty boys opened a detective agency together."
"Detective agency! That sounds interesting!" the boy asked excitedly, "Sir, isn't this a good business?"
"Whether the detective agency's business is successful or not depends on reputation and connections." The old man explained patiently, "If Roger and Martin were famous detectives or had connections in the police, many customers would come to them. It's a pity that these two idiots
The top guy has neither fame nor connections, so business must not be easy to do."
Sighing, the old principal handed the letter to the boy and gave him three copper coins as payment for running errands.
"Neo, please send this letter to the City Hunter Detective Agency at No. 13 Pipe Street. If Roger and Martin are not at home, ask the landlady to collect it for you."
"Okay, Mr. Principal!"
The boy took the letter and change, turned around and ran out.
…
The scene changed, and a boy named Neo climbed up the creaking wooden stairs and arrived at the door of a room on the second floor.
This is the detective agency jointly run by Roger and Martin. There is a "City Hunter" sign on the door, claiming that they can provide consultation on any difficult questions.
Neo shrugged, with a look of disapproval in his eyes.
Although he is young, he has a lot of experience.
We are well aware that such advertising slogans that “cure all diseases” are, if not a scam, at least very watery.
A truly capable person shouldn't brag about something that's obviously unreliable at a glance.
The boy knocked on the door.
Not long after, the door opened and a short, fat young man stood opposite.
When the door opened, the short, fat young man's eyes were full of hope.
However, when he saw an unkempt boy standing opposite, who was obviously not a big customer, the fire in his eyes immediately extinguished and he yawned lazily.
"Kid, who are you looking for?"
"Is Mr. Wayne here? There's a letter for him here."
"Roger, your letter!" the pudgy young man turned around and shouted.
"I'm busy settling accounts, Martin. I trust you to get it for me."
"All right."
Martin Page reached out to take the letter and was about to turn around, but was held back by Neo.
"Dear Sir, have you forgotten something?"
The boy hinted with a smile.
Martin was stunned for a moment, looking embarrassed.
He dug around in his pocket and found that there was only one copper plate in total.
"Here, here's a tip for you."
Neo took the copper coin, weighed it, smacked it in his mouth, and then put the money back into Martin's hand.
"Poor brother, you are poorer than me! Considering that we are alumni, the tip will be ignored. You should keep the money for yourself to buy bread!"
After saying that, the boy turned around and ran down the stairs.
Martin held the copper coin in his hand, his fat face flushed with shame.
Returning to the house, he sat down in the armchair and sighed.
Opposite the desk, a fair and handsome young man sat, counting his books and counting money.
In front of the fireplace beside the desk, a hound was lying down, dozing off.
"Roger, I was despised by a kid just now."
"I heard it, Martin, this is very embarrassing, but I have to admit that that kind little brother saved you half your lunch." Rogge said with a wry smile.
"In other words, the total money we have for lunch today is only four copper coins, which is only enough to buy two pounds of black bread?"
"To be precise, it's the meal money for the two of us plus the hound."
"Oh God! If this continues, I will starve into a skeleton!"
Martin held his head and lamented.
Roger looked up at his friend and joked with a smile: "I don't think so, Martin, you can gain weight even if you only drink cold water."
Martin snorted angrily and put the letter on his desk.
"Roger, the name of the letter is Louis Quinn. Judging from the high-grade paper used in the envelope, this gentleman does not look like a poor friend of our class."
"Quinn? I have no impression of this last name at all." Rogge picked up the envelope and looked at it, "The font is very beautiful, and he looks like a decent person."
"Hurry up and take it apart! Maybe it's your long-lost half-brother!" Martin said excitedly.
Rogge opened the envelope and quickly read the letter. He was speechless for a long time, his sapphire eyes alternately showing nostalgia and sentimentality.
"What did the letter say?" Martin asked impatiently.
"Bernie is dead."
"Ah? Who is Bernie?"
"The dog I had was a long, long time ago."
"That Mr. Quinn, wrote to you specifically to inform you of this little thing?" Martin was greatly disappointed.
"Mr. Quinn happened to get some things I left in my former residence, and he also found out that the old house had a new owner, so he tried to write me a reply... I have to say that this letter was finally delivered to me.
It’s really a wonderful fate.”
Rogge had mixed emotions.
"I can only say that Mr. Quinn is very enthusiastic, but also very boring. How can a serious person have such free time?" Martin said listlessly.
Roger read the letter carefully again and said to himself: "Judging from the handwriting and writing style, Louis Quinn should be a very well-educated young gentleman."
"Hey! My friend, a young and well-educated gentleman, is definitely not short of money!" Martin suddenly became excited again, "You should reply to him and please him skillfully. Maybe you can develop him into our client!
Young Master Kuo also has troubles of one kind or another, and when it is inconvenient to show up, he also needs reliable friends to help him deal with various trivial matters, do you understand what I mean?"
Roger smiled: "That's a good idea, Martin. Mr. Quinn is indeed a pen pal worth making. Maybe he will appreciate my talent and hire me as his secretary!"
"Then what?"
"Then I will move into a big house and live in a big house. From now on, I will no longer have to worry about food and clothing. As for you, my friend, you will stay in the detective agency and continue to do this promising business. Don't worry, I will help you. At least not
It'll make you hungry."
"Bah! Are you satisfied with being the secretary of Mr. Rich? You kid doesn't even dare to think more boldly!" Martin said disdainfully, "That Mr. Quinn, why can't it be Miss Quinn? Directly.
It’s easier to eat soft food!”
"Forget this kind of daydreaming. Thinking about it is an insult to your IQ."
Roger picked up the quill and thought about how to reply to Mr. Quinn.
