Shadow of great britain

After listening to Mr. Martin's introduction, Arthur finally understood what the Cambridge people he was talking about were.

As we all know, the British people's sense of family is relatively indifferent compared to those in continental European countries. When a child reaches the age of seven or eight, poor families usually find ways to send him to a factory or various shops to be an apprentice for seven or eight years, while the rich and middle-income families will also consider sending their children to boarding schools, or to send their children to the homes of skilled relatives to learn a trade.

Accordingly, in order to make up for the lack of family support, Britain has developed a tradition of civil society and mutual assistance. Perhaps a British person may not reunite with his parents once a month, but he will definitely participate in various association activities every week.

The scope of associations covers a very wide range, including religion, study, economy, occupation, and entertainment. These associations cover almost every aspect of British life.

The so-called Cambridge group is a spontaneous association of young people who make a living by committing crimes. The official name should be 'Cambridge's Little Brothers'.

According to Mr. Martin's account, this group of young men almost all came from the same neighborhood and had been engaged in criminal work together since they were very young.

In the beginning, they just carried out some petty thefts, but recently, they began to develop into proactive and organized theft shops.

They sometimes also visit the wealthy West End of London and get some rewards by finding lost pets for wealthy people.

Of course, many times, a large part of the lost pets were actually stolen by them.

But no matter what, if you want to find something or someone, as long as the reward is adequate, these idle young people will always find a way for you.

After Mr. Martin said this, he couldn't help but flattered in a low voice: "Well... Inspector Hastings, last time I asked you about the tavern, can you help me get a handle on it?"

Arthur closed the notebook full of information and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Martin, you are unlucky. You want to open a beer hall. This idea is indeed very progressive.

Unfortunately, the license for the tavern is no longer issued by the magistrate, so it would be useless for me to help you.

Did you know about the Beer Law that was just passed this month? It stipulates that the operating license of beer halls will be issued by the tax bureau.

But at the same time, you are also lucky, because according to the "Beer Act", as long as you can pay the annual license tax of 2 pounds 2 shillings, you can apply for a beer selling license from the Revenue Office.

However, the sales license is only limited to beer. If we find you selling sherry, boli and other hard liquor in the store, then we will impose a fine of 20 pounds on you.

Of course, if you are selling light wine such as cider or perry, you do not need to apply for an additional license.

I am also honored to inform you that all taxes on beer and cider will be abolished from the date of the enactment of the Beer Act. "

After hearing what Arthur said, Martin felt disappointed at first, and then surprised.

"Oh my God! Is there such a good thing? Mr. Inspector, are you making fun of me?"

Arthur put the notebook in his arms: "You have to thank those who take to the streets to protest every day.

If it hadn't been for them, the Duke of Wellington wouldn't have suddenly come up with such a "Beer Law".

In order to make those who took to the streets go home obediently, this time the cabinet broke up with the magistrates and even took away the power to issue beer licenses from them.

You may not know how happy the Duke of Wellington was when the bill successfully passed the third reading of the House of Commons. He said, "The successful passage of the bill is a greater victory than the Battle of Waterloo."

But I have to remind you that I heard that wine merchants and big pub owners are very dissatisfied with this "Beer Law" because they don't want to let people like you enter the beer market.

If the Duke of Wellington's cabinet falls, the Beer Act is likely to be revised again. Therefore, if you plan to open a pub, hurry up and get a license during this time. "

When Martin heard this, he quickly covered his forehead and exclaimed: "Oh! Damn it! Thank you so much for reminding me. I will go to the tax office to apply for the license right now!"

"Wait a minute!" Seeing that he was about to go out, Arthur immediately called him again.

Mr. Martin turned around and asked, "Do you have anything else?"

Arthur walked up and patted him on the shoulder: "Opening a tavern is a tavern, but since the beer tax has been cancelled, at least don't mix green vitriol or bitterwood in the beer you sell. That thing But it’s poisonous, so just use some lemon juice to enhance the flavor.”

When Martin heard this, he couldn't help but rub the back of his head and said with a smile: "Look what you said, if I open a tavern, I must run it with integrity."

Arthur looked at the gleam in the old boy's eyes, curled his lips and sighed: "Okay, I believe you."

After saying this, he waved to Tom and Tony behind him, preparing to take them straight to the address Martin provided them.

Unexpectedly, before they could go out, Mr. Martin stopped them again this time.

"Inspector Hastings!"

Arthur raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

Martin hesitated for a long time, and then said embarrassedly: "If you plan to go find them, you'd better go with a gun. I heard that they seem to have something to do with Fred. And you know, that group of people are all Young people, young people’s tempers are generally...unstable..."

…

Blackpool Private Detective Agency, 75 Brick Lane, Whitechapel.

A man wearing a large-brimmed hat and a black windbreaker suddenly burst into the door.

He came to the front desk and tapped the table with his fingers, waking up the strong man who was sleeping on the office chair.

The man asked in a deep voice: "Is your boss here?"

The strong man rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked up at the guest, frowned and asked, "Who the hell are you? Do you have a letter of introduction? We usually only deal with regular customers here."

When the man heard this, he clenched his right hand into a fist and banged it on the table.

The big-brimmed hat fell to the ground due to the shock, revealing the man's true appearance.

He took out a flintlock pistol from his arms and put it in the strong man's mouth: "Let me ask you, your boss, that idiot Fred, is here?!"

The strong man was so startled by his sudden outburst that he quickly raised his hands upward.

Just when the scene reached a stalemate, there was a sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs leading to the second floor.

"Hey! Isn't this Sheriff Brayden Jones? Last time, he dared to pull out a gun in front of me in order to catch some body snatchers. This time he came with a gun again. He must have found a good business for me. ?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Jones felt the door of the detective agency being closed with a creak, and then several guns were pressed against his head.

Fred, wearing a wrinkled shirt, walked down the stairs. He easily snatched Jones' pistol away with two fingers, then kicked Jones in the stomach and kicked him to the seat used to entertain guests in the room.

Fred sank his butt and leaned against the corner of the table, took out a pipe from his trouser pocket and put it in his mouth.

The boy next to him was wise enough to take out a match and light it for him.

After blowing out two smoke rings, Fred rubbed his sore neck, pointed at Jones and said to the boys: "This boy thinks that with Clemens protecting him, I don't dare to do anything to him. You guys Come on together and give me a hard spanking until it makes me happy first.”

There is another update today, which should be relatively late.