Both located on Baker Street, the Smart Eye Detective Agency is far away from the Xianxiang Mansion.
Today, a recruitment notice was hung downstairs at No. 221:
Due to business development needs, our firm is looking for a private detective assistant.
Requirements: Age no more than thirty years old, male, in good health, quick thinking, height above five and a half feet. Please go upstairs for an interview for details about salary.
……
This notice was put up in the early morning, and several applicants have already gone upstairs to consult, but no agreement has been reached.
A wealthy old lady who was about fifty years old came downstairs, glanced at the contents of the notice, and rushed into the corridor with an angry face.
She came to the door of Huiyan Detective Agency, stretched out her pancake-sized palm, and slapped the door hard.
"De Gaulle! De Gaulle! Open the door quickly, you have to pay me the rent today! I know you are inside!"
Along with the fierce knocking on the door, the sounds of arguments also came from inside.
"What?! Sir! It's impossible to recruit people with your kind of treatment. Everyone has to support their families."
"Yes, I understand, but experience and knowledge are more important than money, at least that's what I think."
Hearing someone talking inside, the old landlady got even louder: "De Gaulle! You have money to hire people, why don't you pay the rent first? You have been in arrears for almost three months."
Click...
The door opened, and a strange young man lowered the brim of his hat and walked past the landlady with a stern face without looking back.
Inside, de Gaulle was sitting on the sofa, wearing a gray shirt and looking helplessly toward the door.
"Ah! Mrs. Hill, why do you..."
"I saw your recruitment notice! You have money to hire people, why don't you pay the rent?"
Hearing this, de Gaulle looked embarrassed.
"Actually, please listen to my explanation first. The last few business operations have not been very smooth. Either the employer has been arrested or the investigation has been disrupted by government agencies. As a result, I have not received my remuneration. As you can see, I now have three or five strings on my body.
I can’t even get out a single note.”
The landlady obviously didn't believe his words.
"Then how do you pay others?"
De Gaulle shrugged: "Because there is no salary... I promise to teach them the tricks of deduction and various knowledge of observation details in the process of handling cases... Of course, there are also psychology, botany, chemistry, and anatomy."
..."
I don’t know why, but when de Gaulle talked about this kind of pie-in-the-sky thing, he didn’t feel any sense of violation or guilt at all, as if this was how he weighed the pros and cons.
"What a glow! I have never seen a guy like you. I don't know how to describe it..." The landlady was speechless and covered her forehead with both hands.
De Gaulle was also secretly proud, thinking that the other party was shocked by his clever recruiting methods.
"Forget it, I don't want to discuss these meaningless things with you. When can you pay the rent?" The landlady continued to discuss the key points very sensibly.
De Gaulle looked embarrassed and blurted out: "Right now, please don't worry, although the previous business has been ruined, I will definitely be able to get a big deal this month!"
"You have said this three times in the past few months, and this is the fourth time!" The landlady put her hands on her hips and glared at him.
At this time, another applicant knocked on the door. The man stood tremblingly outside the door, took off his hat and looked inside. Before he could speak, the landlady gave him a slap in the face.
"Come on, young man, there will be no good things working with this guy!"
After driving away the person, she closed the door and planned to settle the bill with this so-called private detective.
……
At this time, outside the house, across the street, Victor, dressed in disguise, had arrived.
He plans to sit downstairs today and observe what the private detective does all day.
Therefore, Victor soon saw the recruitment notice hung by De Gaulle at the door.
"Recruiting assistant? It seems that guy has a lot of business, is he too busy? Why do you keep staring at me every time?"
Victor smiled bitterly, and as soon as he turned around, someone came down in a hurry from upstairs.
It was an old lady. As she went downstairs, she turned towards the people behind her.
"The last half month! I can only give you this little time. There are still many tenants queuing up! Do you think you can find an apartment as cheap as mine on Baker Street?"
There was noisy all the way, and the old lady passed by Victor, glanced at him, and said the same thing: "Don't be deceived by that man, there will be no good things for you working with him!"
Watching the old lady leave, Victor suddenly realized that the person coming downstairs behind him was the private detective.
Unexpectedly, he bumped into him as soon as he arrived. He immediately lowered the brim of his hat and prepared to turn around and leave.
"Mrs. Hill! You are driving away applicants and hindering my work, so I won't be able to get paid! Oh!"
Sighing repeatedly, de Gaulle saw Victor who had just turned around and immediately stepped forward to stop him.
"Wait a minute! Are you here to interview a detective assistant?"
Hearing this, Victor was stunned.
De Gaulle looked at him from top to bottom. Since he had never seen Victor in the past, it was impossible to tell that he was the prisoner who stole the body.
But even so, de Gaulle quickly saw the clues from Victor's height and dress.
"Well... the clothes on my body are all clean and fit. They are not old clothes found in the second-hand market. Although the workmanship of the cane is simple, it is not shabby, and the paint is not peeling off, and the hat is also brand new... From this
It can be seen that this guy's family background should be relatively well-off, and he is still a middle-class person who is no worse than a banker. If he is interested in becoming my assistant, he may not value salary so much..."
Victor didn't know yet that he had been arranged by De Gaulle in these two seconds.
"Interview...Assistant?" Victor frowned. He was now face to face with the other party. On the surface, de Gaulle did not know his true identity.
As a result, Victor's own plan emerged in his mind.
In this case...why not just use the trick? Play with him?
"Well... I don't know if I can do this job. I just took a look while passing by..."
"It's okay. My initial impression of you is very good. How about we go upstairs and sit and chat? There is still some tea at home."
As he spoke, de Gaulle led the way and invited Victor to go upstairs together.
The two entered his room, and Victor was immediately shocked by his messy office.
In his previous life, he himself was a man who didn't like cleaning the house very much, but he would never make the room look like a doghouse.
"Please sit down! Just over here..."
De Gaulle invited Victor to sit down and then began to introduce himself: "I am De Gaulle Chaclo, the head of this detective agency."
After hearing what the other party said, Victor thought quickly.
It was impossible for him to tell the other party his real name. He had to make up a false identity. For some reason, a last name suddenly appeared in his mind.