please don't believe me

"Mr. Chris, your new assistant is here." The secretary knocked on the door holding a stack of documents, "Do you want to meet now?"

The man sitting behind the desk happened to be holding a pen at the pause: "New assistant?"

"Yes, your assistant is on leave to go back to the countryside. He won't be back until after the Chinese New Year. Now this one is just here to replace you for a while." The secretary put the documents in a corner of the desk and neatly arranged them. Would you like to meet?"

The man put down the pen when he heard the words: "Bring it in."

So the secretary brought in a young man.The young man's clothes are not luxurious but decent, and he has a face that girls love, and he smiles every time he meets him.When the secretary brought him in, he stopped by the door. His gaze naturally fell on Chris after turning around in the room, and walked straight towards the man.

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Chris." The young man's steps were steady, but there was a certain lightness in his tone, "I'm David Burley, your temporary assistant, and I'm here to report today."

Chris's scrutiny was withdrawn a moment before the two looked at each other.His eyebrows are high, his eyes are slightly long, and his thin lips make him look cold and harsh when he is not smiling.He stood up, half a head taller than David, who was already 1.8 meters [-]—the detailed data came from the TOTM system.He stretched out his hand to the young man, with a large palm and prominent phalanges.

David shook hands with him, and felt the scrutiny of his gaze fall on him again.

"Mr. Chris?"

There was nothing wrong with the youth's response.He exudes the unique vigor of young people, the excitement of seeing a business giant in his eyes, and at the same time the calmness of having experienced some wind and rain.These traits sound contradictory, but Chris has a keen sense of the difference.

"I'm Chris, welcome to join Serawi." Chris let go of the young man's hand, "Although you are just a temporary assistant now, there may not be a better and more suitable position for you in Serawi two months later. I hope You enjoy working here."

"Wow, that's good news." The young man smiled and pointedly said, "I hope my 'performance' will satisfy you by then."

The two had some brief conversations about the young man's own experience. Five minutes later, the young man was taken out of Chris's office by the secretary.Chris doesn't have to specify what the assistant needs to do, there's a secretary for that.

The secretary led the young man to a desk: "You will sit here from now on."

Both the secretary and David sat outside Chris's office, but the secretary was closer to Chris's door.The young man's eyes turned around, and then he fell back on his desk. He nodded and said, "I see."

The secretary put some documents on his desk: "These are Chris's itineraries for next week, you arrange them in order. Take the places that need to be prepared for going out-such as carriages, clothes, gifts, etc.-take Communicate with the relevant departments... I just took you to transfer, do you remember?"

The young man smiled and said, "I remember."

The secretary pushed his glasses, thought about it and added: "You may not be able to get in touch with Chris all the time. If you find that this job is not what you imagined before, don't be too upset. In fact, Chris doesn't remember him at all. The assistant has gone home on leave."

Is this an inoculation in advance for emotions at work?The young man smiled: "I understand, don't worry."

"Think about it, at least you saw him on the first day of work, didn't you? If you behave well, the working time limit is not limited to the last two months of this year." The secretary said, "Work hard .”

The young man turned to the desk: "I would like to borrow your words."

Chris, the owner of the property rights of the Serrawi Theater, is also the decision maker of the entire Serrawi industry.

He was born in a merchant family, and his keen observation, decisive style of action and outstanding vision made him a huge beneficiary of the Industrial Revolution, and also allowed him to achieve the achievement of becoming an intercontinental business giant in only [-] years old.However, his legend did not stop there. In recent years, he is implementing his outstanding judgment in the art business.The industry-based "Kingdom" of Selawi is advancing aggressively into the cultural industry.

The "stealing painting notice letter" that the youth wanted to send would be presented to this legendary figure in the future.

In order to figure out the reaction of this legendary figure—to be precise, to predict in advance what Chris would do after receiving the "announcement letter"—the young man decided to lurk... Oh no, he applied to Chris and observed closely.

In the first meeting, the young man experienced Chris' insight ability.Chris may know some psychology, or he may be able to judge most things based on experience and observation alone.As the master of Seravi, Chris is extremely capable, and no one is more suitable as the guardian of "The Girl Drinking Afternoon Tea" than him.

Getting along in the future also proved that Chris's sensitivity and counterattack ability almost exceeded the youth's understanding of this era.He is almost like a character specially arranged by the system to prevent young people from stealing paintings.

But, that's called "playing against each other", isn't it?

In any case, fortunately, the young man is not unprepared for the first face, he slightly "reminds" himself that he needs to enter a certain state; coupled with his face that looks like it will cause love debts, he is not in this critical moment. Something went wrong in 5 minutes.

If the first contact with a master who knows people is successful, the road ahead will be much easier.

"Tonight, I will explain to you the idea of ​​​​stealing paintings that I will use."

The youth's hand points to a picture on the wall.It was just one of the decorative paintings that hung around the small bungalow, showing still lifes on tables—vases, fruit, teacups and the like—in cheap wooden frames and hanging on the hall wall.This wall extends to the left, the corridor where the two women's rooms are located; to the right, it ends in the stairwell, which leads to the second floor.The rooms of the young David and Mr. Brian, the housekeeper, are both on the second floor, and compared to Brian's room, David's room is further inside the corridor on the second floor.

Now, the youth gathered all three other people in the house here.

"This kind of look, are you going to stare at this painting tonight?" The young man teased, carefully took off the painting on the wall, and wiped the side and back of the frame with his hands, "Tsk, all It's gray."

"This is something left by the previous owner." Brian said, "The previous husband said that they are all cheap consumer goods, and you don't need to spend time cleaning them."

"Well, that's not the point." The young man gestured to wave the dust in the air, and flipped the painting back and forth, "The frame of this picture is a little loose... But it doesn't matter, let's use this picture as a demonstration. Or, Do you have a better suggestion?"

He handed the painting in front of the three of them, and the three gathered around to look at it and expressed no objection.

"Excellent." The young man hung the painting back, then picked up the white decorative tablecloth on the table next to him, shook it, hung the cloth from the top of the picture frame and slowly lowered the cover, "We have to simulate the situation of those famous paintings You know, to prevent accidents when carrying famous paintings, you always have to cover them... Oh, what is this?"

The edge of the picture frame appears to be torn, and the tablecloth hangs in a noticeable wrinkle.The young man half lifted the tablecloth, reached in with his head to deal with it twice, and then came out to cover the cloth.

The tablecloth is covered, and the shape of the picture frame is obvious.Against the background of the floral wallpaper, the white color of this piece looks rather abrupt.If the moving is carried out at night, the change of the white cloth will also become an obvious signal.The girl Rachel may not have thought of this, but the wise Brian and the experienced laundryman Fira both know this, but those who have more than half a century of experience in these years do not intend to remind their young master.

Not only is the white cloth obvious, but the young man also picked a painting that was far away from his room to steal.No matter what he does at night, the other three have a high chance of noticing it.

There's still a whole night, it's not sure who wins and who loses, isn't it?

"Okay, we're disbanded now, you can go to bed." The young man patted the frame through the canvas pretending to be teasing, "But maybe someone is willing to guard this painting all night? Don't be sleep deprived, everyone."

The three of them looked at each other, and none of them knew what the other was planning.But obviously, the girl Rachel seems to have more energy and ideas to prevent the painting from being stolen.

The young man didn't care about the decisions of these three people, and he walked upstairs after saying good night.But after going up a few stairs, he stopped suddenly: "By the way, everyone, the status of that painting is now equivalent to a 'famous painting', unless it is absolutely 'safe' after dawn, or I was caught stealing the painting on the spot , you can’t open the protective layer at other times.”

The three expressed their understanding, the young man nodded with a smile, and went straight upstairs.

"Then, I'm going to keep watch!" Rachel announced her plan as soon as the youth's figure disappeared on the stairs, "Don't let the young master get close to this painting!"

The housekeeper showed a clear smile, and Fera had no objection: "Remember to take a blanket, and if it's cold in the middle of the night, turn up the stove."

I don't know if it was affected by the "stealing painting" plan, but the housekeeper and Feila's bedtime tonight was also delayed for quite a while.They even helped Rachel light up the stove a little—for the safety of Rachel might fall asleep, they only raised a very small fire—and told Rachel: If you can’t hold on, go back to your room to sleep, if Shout out if necessary.

Rachel nodded while sitting by the fireplace with a book in her arms, and the housekeepers, Brian and Fella, went back to their rooms and slept in their clothes.

—The night passed.

"...Rachel, Rachel!"

In the morning, the butler woke up the girl curled up on the sofa.Sure enough, she did not survive the sleepiness in the second half of the night. The deep night and the warm firelight made her drowsy, and she finally fell asleep after resisting for a while.

After the butler went downstairs, what he saw was her lying on the sofa with her head tilted.

While the girl was still awake, Fira also came out from the corridor on the first floor.She looked at the large white tablecloth still hanging on the wall: "Did you hear anything last night?"

"No." The two shook their heads in unison, and Rachel added: "I can't sleep well here, I always wake up, and I will notice any movement. Look, isn't the painting still hanging there perfectly? ?”

The three of them were about to approach the painting when they heard the sound of leather shoes walking on the wooden floor upstairs, and it was the young David coming downstairs.

"Good morning, everyone. Did you sleep well last night?" The young man had tidied himself up and looked quite energetic. "What's for breakfast today, Fira?"

The three of them didn't answer, they just looked at him blankly.The young man showed doubts because of the eyes of the three people. He leaned his upper body out of the handrail of the stairs and looked in the direction the three of them were going. Then he suddenly realized: "Oh yes, there is also something about this painting. thing!"

"You forgot?" Rachel jumped up, "I stayed here all night just to witness your technique... But did you forget to steal this painting!"

"Don't get excited, dear girl." The young man straightened his sleeves and walked to the three people downstairs, "Anyway, it's already dawn, and when it's 'safe' time, take off the cloth and put it back."

His eyes swept over the three of them.

"Fella, please do me a favor."