Faced with the sudden situation, Liang didn't react for a moment, but the cat waved its tail, glanced at him contemptuously, and ran around Liang.
Why does this cat look so...forget it, it's just a cat.
By the way, was this cat opening the door just now?
Liang was thinking about whether to go in, when he heard a helpless voice coming from inside the house:
"Isaac, Isaac! You guy, you stepped on another set of footprints on the ground I just mopped!"
With a "thump thump thump", Wein quickly walked down the stairs.
"Ah...it's you, you're here as expected."
"Uh, good morning?" Seeing this guy's appearance at this time, Liang's mouth twitched.
Weiner's Sherlock Holmes detective look was gone. The valuable-looking dark gray trench coat he wore earlier was tied around his waist like a rag, and the shirt on his body was wrinkled.
The sleeves are rolled up to the forearm, and the gray-and-white striped tie is loose and loose, and it's easy to see that it has been torn.
How can I put it this way? If you send this outfit to a dry cleaning shop, it will definitely make the boss's eyes black.
"Very good, you came quite early, so I don't have to work alone." Wein threw the mop in his hand, "You go and mop the second floor again, and I'll clean up the study."
"ha?"
Taking the mop off guard, Leon watched blankly as Wein walked into the room by the stairs, and then there was the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.
Why did you start working without saying anything?
After being unable to talk to each other for a while, Leon had no choice but to go to the second floor to mop the floor as Wein said. The floor on the second floor couldn't be said to be in bad condition, it could only be said to be a mess. The water stains on the floor showed that someone had mopped the floor before.
The excess water on the mop was not dried at all.
It’s amazing that you can mop the ground well like this!
After searching for a while on the second floor, there is a kitchen, dining room, bathroom, balcony and bedroom. The total area should be 40 to 50 square meters.
There was a washing machine on the balcony, and there was a sink for mops next to it. Leon washed the mop again, sighed, and diligently wiped away the water stains on the second floor.
After finishing his work, Liang saw that the door by the stairs was ajar. He pushed it tentatively, and the door opened. Wein squatted in front of the stacks of paper documents, holding a stack in his left hand and right hand, and was going back and forth.
Look through.
"This is useless, you can burn it. This... forget it, keep it. This, tsk, is an unpleasant memory..."
Wein muttered to himself, suddenly felt something, and turned his head: "Are you done? OK, help me move that pile to the basement and put it together with the others. The basement is the door to the right of the fireplace."
Alas, it's hard work again... Liang resignedly bent down, picked up the pile of documents, and headed to the basement.
While walking, he subconsciously glanced at the cover of the document in his hand. It was a seven-pointed star pattern, and the language below was incomprehensible to him. It seemed that the original owner had not mastered this language.
Leon originally thought that the number of documents in the study was an exaggeration, but once he entered the basement, he realized that the study was only a small one and the number of documents in the basement must be at least three or four times higher.
Not afraid of being bitten by mice...
Putting down the documents, he returned to the first floor and found Wein already sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor.
Leon looked around. Two brown fabric sofas were placed on both sides of the fireplace, as well as a cat's nest. There was a low mahogany table between the sofas, with piles of file bags, scattered papers, and a white porcelain bird on it.
Tea cups and a plate of donuts. A notice board hung on the wall to the left of the fireplace, with papers, photos and maps fixed with some small thumbtacks. On the right was a window, looking out to the street outside.
In addition to the study room and the door leading to the basement, there is another door on the first floor. I don’t know what it is for.
"To be honest, I don't know either. That room has always been empty."
Liang blinked: "Are you talking to me?"
"Otherwise, I'm talking about life with Mr. Donut?" Wein held his chin with his left hand, "There's no third person here."
"But you..."
"How do I know what you are thinking?" Wei Yin said, "Your eyes have been on that door for more than five seconds. Is it possible that you are just admiring the beautiful wood grain on it?"
"..."
This guy is indeed very smart, but why are all the words coming out of his mouth sarcastic?
"sit down."
Liang sat down on another sofa and said, "I'm here..."
"Sign it."
Liang's words were stuck in his mouth. He looked at what Wein pointed at and saw some papers on the table: "What is this?"
"Contract, now popularly called a contract."
"……ha?"
"It was just typed, it's fresh and warm." Wein took out the pen from his breast pocket and threw it to Leon, "Just sign your name."
Liang frowned: "Are you so sure that I will definitely be your assistant?"
"Yes, I'm sure." Wei Yin nodded, "You came so early, did you come by rail car?"
"right."
"Since you want to take the rail car, you have to spend money. The money is deducted from the hotel deposit I left, right?"
"Yes……"
"Look, your pockets are empty now, you are unfamiliar with this place, and you have no friends..." Liang spread his hands, "I am the only one who can help you, and I can fulfill multiple wishes at once."
"Even if you want to contact other fellow time-travelers, unfortunately, I just confirmed that they are not in the city of Caspars now. This place is no better than your hometown. There is no convenient intercity network. The nearest one
It takes three days to travel to the city by land cruiser, and the fare, tsk tsk, the money a working-class family saves in a year is probably enough to buy a low-class seat."
"That is to say, you have to save money first, and you have to hide from the authorities. You will definitely not be able to go to regular working places. They require identity cards. Apart from me, your remaining options are either to work as a part-time laborer in a rural farm, or to join the
Gangsters, doing bloody business."
"Weigh it up and it's not hard to figure out what choice you would make."
Liang's expression dropped: "To be honest, I don't think about you as much."
He had only been debating whether to go find Wein in the hotel before, and he had never thought of any other way out without going to Wein.
"So, let's sign it." Wein said, "That's all."
Leon picked up the contract and looked at it. The contract was shockingly simple. It only mentioned that he would be Wein's assistant, what salary, work, hours, dates, etc., without mentioning a word.
It's like a contract drawn up by elementary school students playing a business management game.
"Is this contract really valid?"
"Of course it's ineffective, it's just a formality. Don't all the middle class nowadays pay attention to that, a sense of ritual."
Damn your sense of ritual... Liang rolled his eyes: "How do I sign my name? Do I use the signature of my hometown?"
"Don't you have English that is similar to modern lingua franca?"
"But I'm not British, my name is, uh, written in Chinese characters."
"Hanzi?" Wein chewed on the unfamiliar pronunciation, "Interesting, one of your fellow countrymen seems to have mentioned it. How to write it?"
Leon wrote his name on another piece of paper: "Here, it's all square characters."
"I've never seen it before. What's the pronunciation?"
"Leon."
"Liang..." Wei Yin touched his chin, "Is it your first or last name?"
"It's the full name, Li is the surname, and Ang is the given name."
"Tsk tsk, interesting."
After thinking for a while, Wein wrote on the paper what he called the name of a modern lingua franca book: "How about calling it this?"
Li Ang glanced at it and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Aung Lee——Aung Lee?"
What the hell is this name?
"Although it's a bit weird, at least it works." Wein seemed quite satisfied with the name, "That's it, Ang?"
"You sound like a modal particle."
"Then, Li?"
"Forget the full name, hey, why don't I use Leon - Leon, my English name in my previous life."
The pronunciation of Leon happens to be very similar to Leon.
"That's fine. Where's your last name?"
"Just Lee."
"Oh, then in the Chinese language of your world, wouldn't you be called Li Leon?"
"Shut up, you!"
In short, Leon signed "Leon Li" on the paper. As his name in this world, in general, he is still called Leon.
"This contract is just for show, just leave it in the study." Wein took the contract and pen and signed his name.
Leon took a glance and saw that Wein's name was spelled "Wein Noyes". If he changed it to English in his previous life, it was Wein Noyes, which was a bit weird.
Wein Noyes——we in no yes?
After signing, Wei Yin bent down and touched the pocket of his windbreaker tied around his waist, and took out a seal.
"This is a name seal. Every citizen has it. Any signed document must be stamped with another seal. Of course, you don't have this thing on you." Wein pounded the seal twice on the ink pad and stamped it on the contract.
, "It's done."
"Speaking of which, without this kind of seal and that...identity tag you mentioned, wouldn't it be very difficult for me to move around?"
"That's right. ID cards and seals are needed when checking into a hotel, passing the sentry post, leaving the city, applying for documents, seeking a job, etc. Even beggars have these two things, otherwise they will be considered as illegal households. That's right.
You will be arrested by the city police." Wein folded the contract, "But it's not a big problem. I have a friend in the black market who can forge documents and seals that are exactly the same as the official ones, as long as you don't stupidly hold the fake certificate.
Go to the city hall and ask for verification. Most people won't see the problem, but you have to try not to deal with the officials, because they have this."
"Which one?"
Wei Yin put down the contract, then opened the drawer under the coffee table and took out a...