Brother he died again [Quick Transmigration]

Lunsa, Song Nian watched her slowly fall asleep every day, but never saw how she woke up.The square at night was very quiet, except for the seemingly indistinct voices from a few streets away. Song Nian sat on the bench again, looking at the night sky. Occasionally, one or two clouds drifted by, and the rest was filled by the wind.

Tomorrow is the funeral of the old Earl La Fontaine. At that time, people and ghosts from all walks of life will participate. At the same time, the old earl's will will be read out. After all, before he was once a dignitary and his social status was not as good, his influence has always been there.Naturally, the will will not be announced in front of the public, but journalists with great powers will always find insider information through various channels to satisfy the public's desire for voyeurism.The town hall clock was striking ten, and the church bells were ringing.Song Nian sighed, and decided to go to the bar for a while, no matter how bad it was, there was still Cosimo to chat with.

As soon as I entered the intersection, I heard arguing in the bar, and the sound of broken wine bottles was particularly harsh in the night.It seems that Song Nian caught up with a rare drunken disturbance.

There are all kinds of people who come to the bar at ordinary times. Those with good looks or those with better financial conditions can choose private rooms. Ordinary guests can sit freely in the inner court. It seems that there are class differences, but they are all for entertainment and like to drink.Because of the strict quality control of the vampire boss, although there are many types of wine, they are exquisite, and the bartenders are also experienced veterans, so naturally more customers are willing to pay the bill.Alcohol is easy to volatilize, and it also volatilizes reason, so why not make people love and hate it?Song Nian pushed open the door and saw Tim with a nervous expression on his face. He bent down and touched the child's head, "Don't be afraid, Cosimo and I will take care of things." Seeing him nodding, Song Nian stood Get up and walk into the infield.

Cosimo had a messy strand of hair hanging on his forehead, apparently he had just separated him. The man on the left was older, with a full beard, and was holding a wine bottle in his hand. The cuff of his leather jacket was badly frayed; The person next to him looked younger, with suits and leather shoes, but now his hair was disheveled, his tie was crooked, his body smelled of alcohol, and there was a smear of blood at the corner of his mouth, which made Song Nian feel a little uncomfortable.

Cosimo just asked two waiters to stop them, and stood in the middle by himself. Fortunately, he was at the side of the aisle, so fewer guests would be affected.However, both of them were a little emotional, and the bearded knocked the wine bottle on the side table while Cosimo was not paying attention, shattering the glass shards all over the floor.

"You guys are just snobs. You were active when you made a will for the rich, and you kept talking about the damn agency fees when you did things for me!" Song Nian raised his left hand and pinched his wrist. , turned around, the hand lost strength in the anti-joint state, the wine bottle fell, and the right hand scooped it up, and handed over the opponent's "arms" cleanly.The bearded man probably didn't expect the "tools of crime" to disappear before he became ruthless. In addition, his wrist was so hot and painful that he sobered up for a while.

"Mr. Esposito, do you need sobering service?" Looking at the broken wine bottle in his hand, Song Nian asked with a smile on his face, while Cosimo silently took a deep breath while watching.

"No, no need." Esposito replied somewhat embarrassingly.

"Cosimo, I'll leave the rest to you. Then a bottle of wine will be brought up." Throwing the bottle away, he turned and went upstairs without even looking at the young man.

They are all veterans who have run bars for many years, and it is not uncommon for them to see worse scenes. Today's incident is also easy to deal with. Some people got hanged, but the injuries are not serious, maybe there will be some bruises at the corners of their mouths.The two sides negotiated the medical expenses by themselves, and the bottles were all empty, and the bar had almost no loss.

Martor Esposito, who served in the army, joined the army at the end of the war.He suffered a gunshot wound to his left leg and injured his bones, but it had little effect on his daily life and work.After retiring from the army, I worked as a porter in a factory. I didn’t know what happened and was fired by the factory. I am now unemployed. I have been wandering the streets for nearly a month. Most nights I was drunk in bars, and my wife was breathing. Because of the chronic diseases in the area, he can only do some not too strenuous work. The two of them have one child who dropped out of school because of the family's financial situation.Martor has been applying for unemployment benefits, but so far has not been approved.As for the lawyer's consulting fee he mentioned before, Song Nian didn't hear much about it, and someone will come and tell him later.

"My God, Mr. Garcia is really unlucky. He rarely came to the bar and got into a fight with Martor. No, he was beaten." Cosimo came in with a tray in his hand after a while.

"Why, the young man who got the lottery is also an unlucky guy?"

"Leo Garcia, a trainee lawyer at Mill's Law Firm, heard a few lawyers talk about him in the chat, and the evaluation was good, and they all said that he could pass Mill's probationary period."

"He was fired in the end?" Song Nian snorted coldly and shook his glass.

"On the contrary. He was hired today, and he didn't drink when he came here."

"Oh? That doesn't sound like the beginning of a story about a hapless guy."

"The person who invited him to meet today is a reporter who is now an official assistant to Canton's lawyer. The old earl's will was made through Canton's lawyer, and he will read it tomorrow. When the time comes, some details about the will will appear in the newspaper. Mr. Canton, if he is careful enough, will not be ignorant of who revealed it. And he just happened to meet Marto."

"Marto?"

"Yes, although the economy is depressed now, I heard that several big projects have been recruiting for a long time, but he gets drunk every day and has no intention of going. Don't you think it's strange? And his unemployment benefits have never been paid. The application was successful."

"What is the consulting fee he said?"

"This is the crux of the problem. Marto was a porter in the factory, but he was dismissed, not a large-scale layoff, but a separate dismissal. Therefore, he cannot apply for unemployment benefits, according to the lawyer. It is that his unemployment is due to his own mistakes, not the bankruptcy of the factory. At the same time, there is also his medical certificate, because he cannot be qualified because of his injuries, and he will not be hired for large-scale engineering projects. As far as I know, lame The old Gnar with legs has passed the medical examination, and the relevant legal certificates were prescribed by Canton, as long as he pays an expensive consulting fee. Obviously Marto, he can’t afford it.”

"So when Marto saw Leo tonight, he first poured wine on him, but Leo just wanted to leave early and didn't want to be entangled, so he lost the color in between, and then it was the scene I saw?"

"Bingo! Garcia is Marto looking for a punching bag, and the matter of meeting the reporter, maybe that old fox Canton acquiesced? Even if he is found out, he still has a chance to wipe himself out."

"interesting."

"It's all conflicts of interest. What's the point? With just a little blood, someone ran to the attic to hide in desperation. This is more interesting." Cosimo poured himself a glass of wine, Touched the quilt that Song Nian put on the table, and drank it down. "Let's not talk about that. How did you develop your new hobby tonight?"

"Beyond the default."

"Did the plot exceed the preset, or the performance exceeded the preset, or some people exceeded the preset? Also, according to the time, you should have been here half an hour ago. It seems that there is a story happening in this half hour. Is it in your presupposition?" Song Nian cast a sharp eye at Cosimo, who was completely blind, "A vampire who was drinking in a bar and sitting in the attic, habitually keeping a distance from the crowd, suddenly One day I told you that he wanted to go to the theater to watch an opera, and it would take nearly two hours to get close to the dense crowd. A middle-aged and handsome actor, after today’s performance, it’s a 10-minute walk from the theater to the bar, and you walked abruptly for half an hour, it’s hard not to let people think about it.”

"It's just a coincidence, what's there to associate with it?"

"The eyes, your eyes at that time, are too strange. Standing on the side, I feel that the air is frozen, and an atmosphere that only belongs to the two of you is too thick. If I didn't speak at that time, it is estimated that you can look at each other for a long time You may not believe it, but I only had this feeling when I met Itdie's eyes."

"Etty? And who?"

"My ex-girlfriend."

"One." Song Nian choked for a moment, and hurriedly changed the topic, "Remember to say the whole thing, so as not to be misunderstood."

"There's no one else here, just me and you. What, do you mind? Nian."

"Stop, stop!" Song Nian felt his hair stand on end, and he would never be able to compare with the master in front of him in terms of teasing him.

Cosimo whistled triumphantly, "There is a long way to go, Mr. Song." After finishing speaking, he walked around the door, leaving behind a handsome back, and Song Nian sat on the chair dumbfounded for a while.

I don't know how many times I thanked Cosimo in my heart for such a friend who made jokes with him, Song Nian let out a long sigh of relief.Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning is the funeral of the old Earl of La Fontaine. The moon outside the window is covered with frosted glass, "It seems that tomorrow will be a cloudy and rainy day...".The people downstairs resumed their excitement, as if the skirmish just now was a wave in the sea, drowned in the fleeting attention.

<The House of the Earl of Renza>

The butler hurriedly opened the door and walked towards the greenhouse in the backyard for maintaining flowers and plants, "Master Demont, the countess is waiting for you in the living room, please go back as soon as possible."

The inside of the greenhouse is warmer than the outside, and the dianthus is densely blooming, which makes the roses on the side look weak. It will be winter soon, and there will be no undefeated flowers if you take good care of them.Demonet de La Fontaine gazed so fascinated at the flowers that the butler stood silently aside, not daring to disturb them. "Johnson, let the gardeners plant carnations in the flower garden outside tomorrow. It's unnecessary to put them in the greenhouse." Demon suddenly whispered and left the greenhouse.

In the living room, the atmosphere was a little gloomy.The Countess Karina was lazily leaning on the sofa. The old Earl passed away in the early hours of this morning, and she was a little tired after dealing with things for a day. "Mother, you are looking for me." Xiao La Fontaine returned to the living room.

"Tomorrow is your father's funeral, and there will be many people attending." Karina felt a little headache when thinking of those relatives with complicated relationships.

"I'll take care of it, don't worry."

"What gives me a headache is the will he left behind. I'm afraid it will be read out, alas..."

"Mother who should come will always come. Go to bed early, you have been busy all day."

"God, I hope everything goes well tomorrow." The maid on the side helped the worried hostess to leave.

The Earl's Mansion looks big, but there are not many people living here.Lensa has the prosperity of the past, but the city is not big.The reform of the political system has changed countless times. The old nobles have long lost the right to call the wind and rain. Although relying on an identity and a complex interpersonal network in the past, life seems to be a luxury, a noble fig leaf.The old Earl knew this very well, and kept a low profile all his life, entrusting some professional managers to manage some industries, so as not to let the younger generation sit back and eat.But a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, who doesn't want to have a windfall, the living is always more important than the living, isn't it?

After turning off the crystal chandelier in the living room, the old butler looked at the fringed moon and said, "It's going to rain."