Shadow of great britain

The Metropolitan Police Headquarters, 4 Whitehall Street, Westminster, London.

Arthur was sitting in the office on the second floor, with a thick stack of police materials piled in his hands.

While every superintendent at Scotland Yard faces a pile of weekly police reports on Monday, there is no doubt that Arthur has to deal with the thickest pile.

As for why he faces the thickest material, the reason is very simple. Who made his jurisdiction include Tower Hamlets, the most chaotic city in London?

In addition to handling daily police work, he also has to submit a work report on last week's Hyde Park riot to Scotland Yard and the Home Office.

After finally finishing writing these things, Arthur leaned on his chair and stretched out. Through the sunlight shining through the window, you could see that his right hand holding the pen was stained with ink.

He turned sideways and looked at the files on the table and the numerous files in the office filing cabinet, and couldn't help but frown.

He had been able to cope with these tasks when he had been a police inspector in Greenwich. But now that he has become a superintendent, whether from the perspective of improving work efficiency or reducing his own burden, he should consider finding a few police assistants who can help.

Although Tom and Tony are willing to help, due to their education and personality constraints, they are really not qualified for this kind of clerical work.

Arthur thought about this matter, thinking that when the graduation season of the University of London was over, he might consider going to the school to conduct on-site recruitment?

Firstly, it will reduce the burden on myself, and secondly, it can be regarded as giving back to my alma mater and solving the employment rate problem of University of London.

However, the only difficulty may be that the salary level of Scotland Yard's junior police assistant is not particularly competitive in the market.

Although the salary of ordinary Scotland Yard police officers has now increased to fifteen shillings per week, and the high turnover rate has gradually slowed down, some police officers have still chosen to leave the police force in search of higher salaries in the past few months.

Perhaps because of the recent recovery in the economic situation and the fact that London has not been very peaceful during this period, London's private security market is in a stage of rapid expansion.

To say 'private security' may be too lofty. In fact, it is a job similar to that of a janitor or a bell ringer.

Of course, in the 21st century, this type of work is generally referred to as security.

But who can security protect?

Arthur knew very well.

Security guards can't protect anyone.

But having said that, as long as there are police officers who have worked at Scotland Yard, they will be fiercely robbed by the private security market after leaving their jobs. Most of the retired police officers will get a new job with a considerable salary increase.

Even the current British Prime Minister, the Duke of Wellington, began to consider hiring a private security team because the windows of his home were repeatedly smashed.

When he thought of the Duke of Wellington, Arthur couldn't help but feel a little worried.

According to his understanding, a new parliamentary discussion will be convened in two weeks. According to the information he learned from Dickens, who was a full-time parliamentary interviewer, the Whigs will most likely launch a general attack on Wellington's cabinet in two weeks. .

Judging from the current situation, even the Duke of Wellington, who is best at building defense lines in Great Britain, will definitely suffer a decisive blow to his defenses this time.

But there is no use thinking about this. Even if the Duke of Wellington collapses, the most he can do is retire early and sleep peacefully in the House of Lords from now on.

After all, after defeating four French marshals in the Iberian Peninsula, he received successive awards from His Majesty the King and the government. Not only was he successfully promoted to Duke, and was awarded the title of Knight of the Garter, he also received half a million from His Majesty the King and the government. .

There is no need to worry about him.

The most urgent task now is to think ahead and consider which new backers they can replace after the Tories led by the Duke of Wellington and Sir Peel are out of office.

Arthur thought about it over and over and had no idea for a moment.

He rubbed his sore palms and took out a clean white paper from the drawer, intending to list on it all the things he planned to do or would do in the future.

1. Go to the London Conservatory of Music near Baker Street to discuss with Mr. Moscheles as soon as possible the part-time concert job.

2. After setting the concert time, reserve several tickets for Mrs. Levine

3. Go to Greenwich to order a gramophone and records from Mr. Charles Wheatstone

4. Contact Fiona and ask her ‘Cambridge’s little brother’ to find Elder’s damn wallet and the Beagle’s sea training supply receipt in the wallet.

5. Go to Fleet Street to find a suitable newspaper to serialize Alexander's masterpiece "The Count of Monte Cristo"

6. Go to the University of London job fair on Gower Street to look for at least one civilian police assistant. If you have a suitable target, you may consider transferring to LPS for development training.

7. Analyze and investigate the internal documents of the LPS provided by Elder to see if you can find a Whig supporter who can get on the line.

Agares put his hands behind his back, stood behind Arthur with his head lowered, and pushed his monocle.

The red devil nodded with satisfaction and said: "Arthur, this is right. Keep running, and sooner or later you will climb up."

Unexpectedly, when Arthur heard this, he just raised his eyebrows: "Do you think I keep running to make progress?"

The red devil smiled and said, "Isn't it just to make progress?"

Arthur just shook his head slightly: "No, no, running is just to not stay where you are. You don't understand, Agares, this is a big era. If you can't keep up with the times, you will eventually be left behind. , others won’t wait for you.”

When Agares heard this, he felt a little familiar: "Why do I remember who you seemed to have said this to? Oh! By the way, it's that crazy priest from Oxford. Don't you go check him out? I The newspapers say that the anti-Robert Peel movement in Oxford University has been in full swing recently, and the vicar of St. Mary Parish in Oxford University, John Newman, who you know, is one of its leaders."

Arthur shrugged: "If they are willing to do it, then let's do it. After all, because of the Catholic Emancipation Act, even the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Archbishop of York are making personal attacks on Sir Peel in Parliament every day. One more group of Oxford people Priest, it actually doesn’t matter, after all, the priests are not going to break the windows of Sir Peel’s house.”

The red devil raised his eyebrows and said with a evil smile: "Are you planning to sever ties with the Tories? Oh! My dear Arthur, you are really a slutty little villain. But this is indeed beyond my expectation. I I thought you would be mentally burdened by doing such a thing."

Arthur crossed his fingers and put his arms on the table. He smiled and said: "Agares, I have told you a long time ago. As a superintendent of Scotland Yard, I hold absolute political neutrality. I am not interested in partisan struggles." Not interested. Besides, didn’t you once follow a great man like King Solomon?

In this case, you should understand that if you are not in your position today, you will not be in your position tomorrow. Taking turns in power is tantamount to castration, and power lasts forever. It looks like the Tories' thirty-year reign is coming to an end, and although I think they will come back sooner or later, I have to find a reasonable path for myself to get through this turbulent period before that happens. "

When the red devil heard this, he just smiled: "Then what are you going to do?"

Arthur just held his chin and looked at the two stacks of documents in front of him, one stack of police reports from Scotland Yard, and the other stack of file analysis from LPS.

He stood up, picked up the tea cup and walked to the window. Outside the window was bright sunshine and busy roads, and Downing Street was not far away from his sight.

Arthur sipped the lipstick tea and said calmly: "I believe that no matter which party is in power, they always need someone to help them do things. Whether it is a business matter or a private matter, I always have to find an opportunity to solve something for them. .”

The red devil nodded and walked to Arthur: "What if there is no chance?"

The corners of Arthur's mouth turned up, and there was only a cheerful smile on his face.

"Then find ways to create opportunities."