"I will have those three items delivered to the Golden Rooster Hotel later."
"How much?" Lumian planned to give Louis a little extra for his hard work.
Lewis shook his head:
"The Baron said you don't need to pay. If you increase our strength, our Savoie Party will increase our strength."
Without Baron Brignel's special explanation, Louis could tell that he was trying to win people's hearts, and it was less than 10 Firkin anyway.
According to the Baron, if I buy the materials needed to be promoted to "Arsonist" in the future, I can also ask him to reimburse me? Lumian cursed.
Louis took a sip of pomegranate soda and saw a group of people walking in at the door of Breeze Ballroom.
The leader is very tall, over 1.9 meters tall. His light yellow hair is short and soft, sticking close to his head like high-grade velvet.
The surface layer.
He has a large nose, light blue eyes, pitted face, and extremely rough skin. He wears a tight black formal suit and a wide-brimmed round hat.
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Lewis's expression gradually became serious, he put down the soda bottle in his hand and said to Lumian:
"I have to go to the Baron"
At this time, the tall, stout man in his thirties led several followers who were suspected of being gangsters, entered the stairs, and headed to the cafe.
"That one is?" Lumian did not hide his curiosity and doubts.
Lewis stood up and explained casually:
"Simon the Giant, who manages several dance halls on Nightingale Street."
"Isn't he also from our Savoyard Party?" Lumian asked.
Lewis nodded:
"But his relationship with the Baron was not very good. He kept saying that since the Baron was in charge of the loan sharking business, he should
Hand over the Breeze Ballroom."
"I went up, and I didn't know what he was here for."
Louis took a step or two and saw Lumian sitting motionless at the bar out of the corner of his eye.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
"You don't know how to seize opportunities at all. Shouldn't you take the initiative to follow me up at this time and stand next to the Baron? If 'Giant' Simon really wants to say something unpleasant, just glare at him and point a gun at him. Only in this way can the Baron
Lu will gradually trust you."
"Well, although he is ruthless, crazy, and very powerful, he is still a country boy who doesn't understand anything."
Of course, if Lumian really wanted to go up to the second floor and go to the cafe to maintain the appearance of Baron Brignier, Louis would refuse him. After all, the Baron and Simon the Giant would probably talk about some relatively confidential matters within the Savoy Party.
Not suitable for a newbie to sit in.
Lumian was thinking at this time:
"There are also many contradictions within the Sava Party."
"If a conflict breaks out between Baron Brignel and 'Giant' Simon, and one of them dies, and the boss behind the scenes wants to find someone strong enough to shake up the scene to inherit their position, then wouldn't I have a chance?
?At that time, as long as I pass the test, I will complete Mr. K’s mission.
"Except for those leaders, there should be no one else in the Savoy Party who can kill Maggot alone."
"The problem now is, how to make Baron Brignel and Giant Simon famous without making people doubt me."
While thinking, Lumian ordered a glass of absinthe.
Before he finished drinking the dreamy green liquid, he saw "Giant" Simon leading his men downstairs
When I came out of the ladder, my face was very tense.
He didn't seem to be in a very happy mood... Lumian nodded and looked away.
He was in no hurry to put his ideas into practice because he still knew too little about the Savoyard Party.
In the evening, as soon as Lumian returned to the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Mrs. Fels, who was sitting at the front desk, stood up and said to him:
"Mr. Ev is here, waiting for you in the restaurant on the first floor, near the window."
Not bad, it came quite quickly... Lumian nodded lightly and walked into the small restaurant on the other side of the lobby.
Mr. Ev had already heard people describe Charles's unique and fashionable hair color. As soon as he saw him walking into the restaurant, he stood there with a smile
Get up:
"Mr. Charles, here."
He is a man in his late fifties. His blond hair has been partially dyed white and is neatly combed. He wears a dark formal suit that has been washed to white and a pair of maroon trousers. His eyes are blue and not muddy.
Color, with a sparse beard on his face.
Glancing at the cane leaning against the dining table, Lumian walked over with a smile:
"Good evening, Mr. Ev."
After the two parties took their seats, Ev signaled to the waiter that the meal could be served.
"I'm sorry, I've been too busy recently and didn't come to visit you until today." Ev said apologetically.
His accent is a standard Trier accent.
Lumian deliberately asked:
"Do you own more than just this hotel?"
Otherwise, what are you busy with?
Ev was speechless for a moment, but he didn't expect that the other party wouldn't be able to tell that he was speaking politely.
He hesitated and said:
"There are some other businesses, but not much and not very good."
While the two were chatting, the waiter brought dinner, one for each person.
Bean soup, pork sausage, fenepot rice and thin sauce for a fifth of the dinner plate.
"This is their specialty meat sauce." Ev introduced it rather persistently.
Just ordered these? Lumian has a new understanding of the stinginess of the landlord.
He didn't care too much about this, and ate the fernet with the sauce that had a slight meaty aroma, a peppery flavor and a certain vinegary feel.
Porter rice.
After dozens of seconds, Lumian raised his head and asked Mr. Ev with a smile:
"With your stinginess, why are you willing to provide some sulfur for each room?"
He deliberately did not use the more benign word "frugal", and his tone was full of ridicule.
Mr. Ev's face darkened instinctively, and he looked unhappy.
He immediately restrained his emotions and showed a bitter smile:
"There are so many bedbugs in the hotel that no one will stay unless we provide extra sulfur."
Really? As long as the price is cheap enough, poor people who are short of money don't care if there are bed bugs... Lumian Manga
He cut a piece of sausage into his mouth carelessly.
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He chewed for a while before saying:
"Why not hire two regular cleaning handymen to clean every day? That will effectively reduce the number of bed bugs."
"Two regular cleaning handymen cost 130 to 150 Filkin per month, while a big cleaning every week only costs 18.
Filkin." Mr. Ev talked heartily.
Lumian smiled:
"I mean, why don't you become your own janitor and bring your kids with you?"
Even the weekly expense of 18 felkins can be saved.
Mr. Ev showed an excited expression, as if he thought this was a good idea.
After more than ten seconds, he sighed and said:
"What a pity, I have other things to do with them."
What's the matter? Lumian didn't ask any more questions.
He has determined that this is a pure cheapskate.
He glanced at Lumian and said after careful consideration:
"I used to give Margot 20 felkin a week. What day of the week do you want?"
Lumian sneered:
"No need to give it to me, just do one more big cleaning every week."
Mr. Ev was a little surprised, but he had no objection. After all, the cleaning only cost 18 Filkin, and it was done twice a week
You can also negotiate the price.
Lumian finished the food on his plate and asked:
"Do you know where the tenant before 504 went?" He was referring to the guy who posted the portrait of Susanna Matisse in Charlie's room. He was said to be a frequent visitor to places such as Rampart Street, Breda Street, and Nightingale Street. Later, he
I moved away for some reason.
Lumian asked Mrs. Fells about this matter before, but did not get any answer. After all, Mrs. Fells only cared about whether there were fish.
Pay enough rent, don’t care if you break anything in the room, and don’t care where the tenants go afterward.
Mr. Ev was stunned for a moment, looked at the remaining food on the plate and said:
"I don't know who you are referring to. I rarely come to the hotel and I don't know who lives in which room."
This reaction... seemed to be a little guilty... Lumian raised his eyebrows slightly and didn't ask any more questions. He watched Mr. Ev eat the plate cleanly, not a grain of rice or a drop of sauce left. When Mr. Ev left, he walked out of the hotel nearly twenty seconds later, with the landlord at a distance.
He followed him to the middle of Market Avenue and watched Mr. Efe enter a beige six-story apartment.
Judging from some of the details that Mrs. Fells has mentioned, this should be Mr. Ev's home.
Lumian was not in a hurry to "visit" him. After all, some things were more convenient to do in the dead of night. Moreover, he was not sure whether the official Beyonders were still pursuing Susanna Mattis's affairs and whether they also wanted to get help from Mr. Ev.
Find some clues here. It will be embarrassing if the two sides collide.
In that case, Lumian could only quickly find a nearby "crack in the ground" to get in.
Under the illumination of yellowish street lights, he walked around the apartment where Mr. Ev lived and observed the surroundings.
Environment.
What impressed Lumian the most was that diagonally opposite the apartment, on the other side of Market Avenue, there was a renovated brick-red three-story building.
It has a foyer supported by pillars, with a sign hanging above it: "Old Pigeon Cage Theater".
At this time, people kept pouring in, and applause and music could be heard from time to time inside, making it quite lively.
As far as Lumian knows, this is a theater with low ticket prices targeting the common people. It is the kind of theater that has no qualified competitors in the Candide Market area.
It is a good place that can be used to escape tracking... Lumian recalled the various stories that happened in the theater, smiled, crossed the street, and entered the foyer of the old Pigeon Cage Theater.
There are some posters posted here, depicting plays that are currently or will be performed, as well as a few classic moments from the past.
Lumian, who was investigating how to use this theater, stood there and looked at the photos, drawings and videos carefully.
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Suddenly, he saw a familiar face on a poster in a corner:
A certain sidekick who serves as the background has much whiter blond hair, blue eyes, and sparse beard. It is Mr. Ev he was following just now!