The carriage set off from the Central Station and passed the place where the upper city and lower city were junctions. Pierre asked at the coachman who was driving the car in front:
"May I have your name?"
The coachman replied somewhat restrainedly:
"Leo, sir! My name is Leo."
An ordinary name, derived from Leonardo of Europa.
Seeing the other party's uneasiness, Pierre's clone said in a gentle tone:
"Well, Leo, how long have you been in Franklin?"
The coachman replied: "Three years have passed."
Pierre's clone continued, "Then do you know how many detective firms there are in the outer city?"
Leo thought about it and replied unsurely:
"There are probably no less than twenty companies?"
There is no surprise that Pierre's clone is. As the largest city in the New World, as Franklin, there must be dozens of detective offices, including a few detective affairs opened in rich and slums.
So, this number is roughly equivalent to what he expected.
Of course, because the detective industry is a middle-class industry, its income is not as good as that of lawyers and doctors, but it is also better than that of most working-class people. Therefore, the outer city with the largest number of middle-class and business is a place where detectives gather.
"I'll give you five cente again, and you can take me out to these detective offices."
When he heard the employer's words, Leo was immediately like he was injected with chicken blood. He rarely encountered such generous employers, because rich people basically kept their own private carriages, and their rental public carriages usually
For foreign travelers, ordinary wages and individual middle-class people who are short of money come to serve, so it is difficult to meet such generous rewards. After all, there are eight centes in total, which is enough for him to pay half a month's rent.
It's right.
In this way, John's clone was riding in this inconspicuous ordinary carriage and looked at the detective offices one by one along the streets of the outer city.
Two hours later, the horse pulling the cart was already breathing heavily, which made Leo feel a little distressed. Fortunately, they basically turned around the detective office in the outer city of Franklin at this time, and this was still a lot of targets Pierre outside.
I feel it’s not suitable at first glance, which saves a lot of time.
In the end, Pierre's clone chose a medium-sized detective office that was not large in scale, with a slightly old decoration, but looked very formal.
It’s not that this family has any advantages, but that they just posted recruitment notices outside the door.
After paying the fare, Pierre's clone pushed the door and walked in without waiting for the carriage to leave.
"Sir, noon!
A middle-aged woman in a slightly simple noble lady dress was reserved but polite, greeting him slightly.
"Do you have any entrustment?"
Pierre's clone showed his sunny smile and said to the lady who was a little older but very elegant and elegant, saying:
"Hello ma'am, I'm here to apply for a detective assistant."
The woman was slightly stunned, and then she still smiled slightly.
"It turned out to be a gentleman who came to apply for the job. Our boss is now meeting guests. Please come with me here to sit down. Can you give me a cup of tea?"
Pierre's clone did not show his aristocratic demeanor too much. After all, his character and behavioral style were inevitably affected by his integration of Pierre's identity. The aristocratic etiquette hundreds of years ago was very exaggerated.
If you deliberately show off and fail to get good results, it will cause the other party to be disgusted, it will be more than worth the effort.
So although Pierre's clone's idea of separation is the relatively lively part of the body, and is influenced by Pierre's identity thinking, his personality is really a small boat without oars and all depends on waves, but he also knows what
What should I do when I am.
Pierre sat down in the reception area on the side of the lobby. The lady brought a tray. It was a set of gold-inlaid porcelain tea sets in Frantz's palace style. It is said that it was a technology introduced from the Eastern continent, a real Eastern one.
Because of the hundreds of years of isolation between the two worlds, porcelain has become antiques, and not many people can afford it.
"black tea!"
The woman poured a glass for Pierre's clone.
"Thanks……"
Pierre said thanking him, then picked up milk and sugar and mixed a cup of classic milk tea. It originated from the habits of the previous life. When drinking green tea, oolong and other varieties, they would like to have clear tea, but only black tea and Pu'er
I don’t like the taste very much. So just like the grassland people like to drink milk tea, and they spread to Europa through the Near East, they can also accept black tea with milk and sugar.
"My name is Samantha Gray, it's the finance and reception here. Of course, our detective office actually has only two people. There were three people originally, but unfortunately the detective assistant has left his job and opened his own office, so now
Only Detective Herman and I were left, so we were planning to recruit a detective assistant from the outside."
After the lady said that, Pierre put down the teacup and sat down and said:
"I think I'm competent for this position, Ms. Gray."
Ms. Gray smiled at her sitting:
"Then you can try to convince Detective Herman, after all, he is the boss."
Pierre's clone was not as nervous as an ordinary young man before the interview, and said confidently:
"Of course, I'll do that."
The two chatted in the reception area for a few words, and then they saw the door of the office in the inner room being opened and three people walked out of the inside.
One of them is a burly middle-aged man wearing a shirt and a strap, and underneath are trousers for easy travel. This was once an informal dress that some engineers and artists liked very much. There are no cumbersome sleeves and hem of dresses, which are convenient.
They work and create.
Now it is famous all over the world because of a detective novel, and has become the uniform dress of detectives in their daily life, and it is even considered a professional outfit.
This outfit is put on a wool trench coat and a deer hunting hat outside, and you can tell at a glance that this is probably a detective.
The other two are tall and thin men in ordinary formal attire, standing upright behind the other. Judging from the fact that they are always half behind, they should be characters similar to those of the minion.
The last one is a woman dressed in a similar outfit to Mr. Detective, with her eyes as bright and clear as if she could see through the world. Although the detective dressed in such a dress is simple and ordinary, it has a look against the backdrop of her beautiful appearance and intellectual temperament.
A strange and beautiful feeling is as if it is a tempting uniform, attracting attention.
However, after Pierre's clone saw the lady dressed in a detective, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
He thought to himself: "Hey, isn't this the learned female detective Miss Theresia? Didn't she open a firm in Sands Port? Why did she come to the east of the Federation?"
The two sides said goodbye to each other, and the female detective also saw Pierre's clone and couldn't help but take a look.
It's not that people look good at this guy, but that Theresia feels that this guy has a sense of inexplicable familiarity, but when she recalls it, she really has never seen her. With her memory, she shouldn't have seen her once and then forgotten.
.
However, the female detective did not show any impolite behavior, just took a look and left with her entourage.
"Miss Gray, who is this?"
Watching Theresia's back leave the detective office. When he heard the deep voice of the middle-aged man, Pierre's clone immediately came to his senses and stood up to introduce himself.
"Hello, you must be Detective Hermann, right? I am Sherlock Hermes, a man dedicated to becoming a famous detective. This time I came to your firm to apply for a detective assistant..."
Detective Hermann frowned slightly after hearing Pierre's clone. Judging from the young man's dress and appearance, he didn't look like he was from a civilian family. Is he the other way to experience life after reading a few detective novels.
A rich child?
When she thought of this situation, the first word that came to Herman's mind was trouble.
However, he politely asked Pierre to join the office for an interview. At worst, he could find an excuse to refuse and send someone to the office after the interview.