"Watson? Hmm... a rare surname, but Vladimir... it is full of aristocratic atmosphere. I guess you are from Narenya Island. Are your ancestors from Stedman?"
"Why do you say that?"
"Because this name first appeared in Narenya."
Victor did not expect that his casual pseudonym would remind De Gaulle of so many things.
Nalenya Island is located in the northeast of the Western Continent. It is the hometown of the Steman people and can be clearly found on the world map.
"Okay! Maybe I have Narenya blood..." Victor blurted out.
"Who can tell for sure, but judging from your posture and habits, you should rarely wear such formal clothes. The cane also feels uncomfortable, so you probably didn't choose it carefully when you bought it... Besides,
Your accent doesn't sound like Narenya's..." De Gaulle had a smile on his face, but his question was quite sharp.
Victor frowned slightly, coughed slightly, and quickly changed the subject: "Sorry, I remember that I am here to apply for a job, not to take a confession."
"Oh oh oh! Damn it, it's a professional fault, I'm sorry." De Gaulle scratched his head and smiled awkwardly, and quickly apologized to Victor.
Immediately afterwards, he talked about business.
"Let's talk about this job! I hope to hire a young man with quick thinking, good health and abundant physical strength. You seem to be suitable. Have you ever done related work in the past?"
Victor thought for a moment and was about to speak, but de Gaulle in front of him said first: "Well... let me guess, you must be from the East. In the past, you always wore cowboy hats and bell-bottoms, with spurs on your boots, and walked with a slow pace.
You have big steps, so you are not used to this long windbreaker. You must have worn a belt around your waist and a belt bag, so not only did you take long steps when walking, but the swings of your arms were also wide.
, so it seems unsuitable if you don’t choose a cane carefully. You can’t change these habits in a short time. You must have just arrived in Renekton and want to start a new life here. Am I right?”
This guy is engaged in deductive reasoning all the time. Contact with him can make people feel a sense of nervous pressure.
"I used to defend the manor in the east. You can think of me as a mercenary!"
Now that he has been seen, Victor cannot continue to hide it, but he will not tell the whole truth either.
Victor is used to mixing lies into the truth and feeding them to others.
"Mercenary!"
De Gaulle's face elongated in surprise, but he immediately calmed down.
"You are so young, but...you are dressed like this..."
"I have an elder who lives in Renekton. It's not easy to get along in the east, so I came here to join him."
"I see, you need to find a job to make a living, right..." De Gaulle's eyes swayed from side to side, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He continued, "So, what are your job requirements? For example...
...salary."
"Then it depends on how much you are willing to pay me." Victor smiled slightly.
Judging from the current situation of the other party, Victor knows very well that he has no extra funds to hire anyone.
"Well... before we talk about salary, I would like to ask you, Mr. Vladimir, what do you think of my reasoning just now?" De Gaulle began to use his eloquence.
"It's very impressive. You can tell where I am from just one face to face." Victor complimented the other person expressionlessly.
"This is due to my knowledge reserve and keen observation. I classify them as inference and deduction methods. As long as you become my assistant, you will definitely be able to learn a lot of things, such as..."
De Gaulle explained to Victor confidently.
This gushing self-promotion lasted for about ten minutes, and Victor suddenly interrupted him: "Okay! I understand, then Mr. de Gaulle, how much salary are you willing to pay me?"
"Knowledge is priceless, young man!" De Gaulle stood up excitedly, not realizing how poisonous the cake he drew was, "No matter where you work in this city, it is impossible for your abilities to be substantially improved.
,Only the Smart Eye Detective Agency can cultivate real talents!"
After hearing this, Victor was on pins and needles. He didn't expect that the other party was as shameless as himself.
"So...there is no salary?"
"No! Of course there is! It's just that there is no fixed salary. Our firm will always receive all kinds of bizarre and big cases, and the fees for such cases are very high. I promise you, as long as you complete one case,
You will get 10% of the fee."
De Gaulle's confidence did not match the environment of his office at all. Victor felt like he was listening to a madman's MLM speech.
"Is that so..." Victor looked embarrassed, but in fact, he was also in a dilemma.
Originally, I came here today just to observe this man in secret. I never thought that I would bump into him and be regarded as an applicant.
"Looking at your dress, you should not be particularly short of money at the moment. I hope you can consider this job. In terms of long-term self-investment, it will be of great benefit." De Gaulle continued to pour ecstasy on Victor.
Victor tapped his hand on the table several times. He raised his head and kept looking at De Gaulle.
The other party also understood that Victor was looking at him, so he immediately kept smiling and looked at Victor in the same way.
"I think I have to think about it." Victor replied solemnly.
"It doesn't matter! I am very free to work here. You only need to come here every morning. If there is no case, you can go anywhere. If there is a case, we will act together..."
Before de Gaulle finished speaking, there was a knock on the door of the office.
"Look! Someone has come to apply for the job again. I'm only recruiting one person here. If you miss it, you won't have a chance!" De Gaulle's eyes lit up and he hurriedly ran to open the door.
Standing outside the door was a tall and tough man, dressed like a butler, standing at the entrance and blocking the aisle.
"Is this Mr. de Gaulle Chaclo of the Eye Detective Agency?"
The man asked the de Gaulle in front of him coldly.
De Gaulle was a little confused, but he immediately reacted and communicated with the other party in a low voice.
Victor sat inside and couldn't hear their conversation. He saw that de Gaulle became more and more happy as he talked, as if there was a dawn in his bleak life.
The man outside the door handed him a letter and then left the office.
De Gaulle grabbed the letter tightly, ran back quickly, sat down on the sofa, and couldn't wait to announce the good news to Victor: "It's here! It's really here! Watson, you are really my lucky star, look! We are here!"
The commission has come, and it’s a big one! Don’t think about it anymore, the knowledge and rewards are right in front of you, becoming a detective assistant is God’s arrangement for you, it’s your destiny!”
As the letter was placed on the table in front of him, Victor saw the signature on the envelope - the Berkeley family of Stormhill.
