Aslan walked slowly and slowly to the back of the desk, sat down, and waited for Aite to speak.
"Ms. Helen's husband is a magic lamp merchant. He cooperated with someone before and invested 2,000 US dollars. As a result, the other party ran away with the goods. She has asked Congressman Curry and Mrs. Asuna to urge the police department to solve the case as soon as possible.
However, in this kind of thing, the police department cannot guarantee that the target will be found."
Aslan picked up the quill on the desk, rubbed it and said:
"For Ms. Helen's family, 2,000 West is not a small amount of money!"
As far as he knew, a normal tutor's annual income would not exceed 150 cents.
Although Helen serves the upper class and has multiple employers, her annual income is at most six to seven hundred dollars, and she has to spend a large part of it on her own clothing, posture, and appearance, lest her employers think she is not decent enough and cannot teach etiquette.
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"Yes, her husband's income can only be considered medium among magic lamp merchants. For him, 2,000 xi is a considerable investment." Aite said tactfully.
Only two thousand dollars is enough to bankrupt a middle-class family. After all, the seemingly prosperous middle class has a risk-resistance ability that is more than a little bit worse than that of the aristocrats. However, these middle class people have been living like the aristocrats.
A sarcastic smile appeared on Aslan's face.
"I understand, is Munster back? Let him come to see me. I don't want to use the mafia for everything. That will only lower my status."
Aite couldn't help but show a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
Soon, Munster came, and Aslan explained the cause and effect of the matter.
Munster immediately responded: "Master, when I served that viscount, I knew several members of the Chester Senior Police Officers Association."
Chester Senior Constables Association? These are the upper echelons of Silveras Field. The Chief Inspector responsible for the security of a neighborhood is not qualified to enter.
He is worthy of being a butler from a noble family. In this regard, he is more than a little better than the upstart emperor himself.
Aslan sighed secretly, smiled and shook his head:
"There is no need for it at the moment. There are too many people that Ms. Helen can ask for help in this regard. Whether it is Congressman Curry or anyone else, they are capable enough to make the police pay attention to this case."
He paused and said casually: "I'll leave this matter to you, Manster. Can you give me a perfect answer?"
Munster was silent for a while and nodded.
From the moment Aite informed him, he didn't understand that the master didn't want to hand over this matter to the mafia.
"Master, I have a way to go to famous bars in the Chester Bridge area and various cities to post bounty tasks."
"Oh, then I'll leave it to you." Aslan raised the corner of his mouth, very satisfied with the answer given by Manster.
"Whether we find the corresponding criminal or recover the batch of fabrics, I will give a reward of 400 US dollars. I just hope that those scammers will still stay in Chester."
"A bounty of 400 US dollars?" Munster repeated the number and couldn't help but glance at his master, as if he couldn't believe that he was willing to pay so much for Helen's case.
This is equivalent to one-fifth of the income from that business.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to remind him of something, but in the end he didn't say it, but responded seriously:
"Okay, Master."
"I will give you this money directly." Aslan snapped his fingers, and a wad of American dollars appeared in front of Munster.
While taking the thick cash, Munster thought thoughtfully and asked, "Should I tell Ms. Helen?"
Aslan smiled: "No need."
Munster nodded and saluted.
"Your generosity and kindness will be felt throughout the neighborhood."
Sometimes, a favor that cannot be repaid is the most valuable.
This is also to maintain Aslan’s philanthropic persona. I believe it won’t be long before Congressman Curry will learn from Ray Barton that Amuro raised more than one million dollars from Dortmund. With his persona, no one in Tulip Street will do it.
Refuses to be friends with Amuro.
"Master, the second Haidilao hotpot restaurant will open tomorrow. Do you want to go and cut the ribbon?"
After solving the tasks assigned by Aslan, Munster naturally began to report on the affairs he was responsible for.
Aslan replied without thinking: "That's not necessary! Has the Wenxin Chamber of Commerce taken it down?"
"It has been taken over and the Wenxin Chamber of Commerce will be renovated and ready to reopen next week. It cost 123,000 yen to purchase the Wenxin Commerce Hall and 6,560 yen to renovate it. The name is also as you wanted.
It was replaced by RT-Mart, but it was difficult for us to continue operating according to the original model. After all, that was why the Wenxin Chamber of Commerce closed down."
Munster looked confused.
Nearly 130,000 yen has been invested, which is not a small amount of money. You must know that it only cost 20,000 yen to build two Haidilao companies, and the model of Haidilao is very successful. 20,000 yen seems to be
It's a lot, and you can earn it back in just a few months.
"Just do as I say, you first..."
After Aslan explained RT-Mart's business model to Munster, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening. Nomeli was dissatisfied and knocked on the door, indicating that Aslan could rest.
Munster suddenly woke up, apologized, and quickly fled from the third floor of the villa.
The third floor is the area where Aslan and his wife belong. At eight o'clock in the evening, they are not allowed to go upstairs unless the three owners speak, even if they have something important to report.
A maid accidentally dropped her mother's belongings on the third floor while cleaning during the day. Since she was going home for the holiday tomorrow, she secretly went upstairs to look for her. Since then, she has never been seen again.
I don’t know life or death.
"Is there so much business to discuss? I'm not here to collect intelligence, so how can I make the business bigger and bigger?"
Nomiri said angrily.
Aslan smiled awkwardly, subconsciously held Nomiri's waist and put his hand under her skirt.
"Lancelot is here, be serious."
Nomiri slapped Aslan's hand away, and then there was a knock on the door outside the study.
"Boss, it's me."
Aslan then reluctantly let go of Nomeli and returned to sit down behind the desk.
"come in!"
"Has the war with the Magic City concluded?"
Aslan asked casually.
Nomeli gave them each a cup of black tea and sat down next to them to listen.
Lancelot shook his head and said directly: "Boss, you haven't even been back for a week, how could it be possible to decide the outcome so quickly? It's a matter of Gawain's fleet. He successfully destroyed the Maxim Empire in Gatterdam.
The naval base and modern shipyard in the port were destroyed, seventy-five main battleships of the Maxim Empire Navy were destroyed, and twenty-one battleships were under construction..."