please don't believe me

When the young man got home, the butler, Ferrer, and Rachel were all sitting in the living room.

"Sorry, I didn't expect it to be so late today before I went out this morning, and I had a light meal with the boss tonight." David's smiling face is really hard to make people angry with him, not to mention his reason is also reasonable, "You find that Got a picture?"

"No." Rachel turned around and lay on the back of the sofa. "Compared to that, can you tell me where the coin went, sir?"

"Now?"

"then!"

"Well..." The young man pointed at the girl with his hand rubbing his chin, "Guess."

"I don't know." The girl leaned on the back of the sofa with one hand, and stretched out her index finger with the other, "But magicians like to hide things in their sleeves, don't they?"

"I'm not sure about the other magicians." The young man walked slowly towards the empty wall, grabbing a handful of the girl's braids along the way, "But this time you guessed right."

The old butler Brian gave the maid Fella a look of "I'll just say it", and Rachel cheered.

The young man stood still in front of the wall, turned around, put his hands in his pockets, and pouted towards the corridor on the right: "Let's go, I will take you to find the painting."

Without further ado, Rachel jumped off the sofa: "But we've already looked there, including my room with Fella..."

"Strictly speaking, it doesn't mean you didn't find it." The young man turned on the lights in the corridor and led everyone into the aisle. "It's just that you didn't 'see' it."

He stopped in front of the "Sunflower" and tapped the picture with his fingers.

Rachel seemed to realize that there was a problem with the painting, but she couldn't figure it out for a while: "It...what's wrong?"

The young man smiled mysteriously, rubbed his fingers twice, and then pressed his hand on the painting like a bird's beak, and he grabbed a piece of paper!

The paper was taken out from the gap in the picture frame—it just happened to be stuck on the base plate by the gap around the frame—the still life oil paint that had been “stolen” was finally revealed in its entirety.

"What... when!" The girl took the paper drawing and looked at the front and back, "Could it be when I fell asleep..."

"I don't have the confidence to challenge to stay up late." The young man took down the painting, put it in its original place and hung it up, "Besides, you are not scared to death when you see the white cloth moving while you are half asleep and half awake?"

As soon as he said "the white cloth moves", the butler Brian realized instantly: "Was it when you hung the cloth up?"

The young man hangs the picture and doesn't look back: "Correct solution."

"What! But before the cloth was covered, we still saw this painting!" Rachel shouted, and then moved around to touch around the frame, "Could it be that there is some mechanism in this frame..."

The young man pulled her hand away: "You don't think it's all dust, be careful to turn into Cinderella."

"I think it was at the moment when the tablecloth was hanging on the edge of the picture frame, you got in to get this." The housekeeper's train of thought was already very clear, "Take out the paper from somewhere—probably the cuff— , quickly stuffed into the gap, didn't it?"

"Wow." The young man turned around and patted the dust on his hands, "Your quick thinking doesn't look like an elderly person at all."

Bryan chuckled: "It's just a few years of experience. I was also curious about magic when I was young."

Rachel stared at the youth's sleeve: "Magician's cuff!"

"But the young master's clothes are very ordinary, and there are no special mechanisms." Feila is in charge of washing and cooking, and has the most say in the structure of the clothes. "I thought the magician's clothes would have a lot of pockets."

Indeed.The young man thought to himself.

The housekeeper said: "But "Girl Drinking Afternoon Tea" is not framed in such a shoddy frame, and it is impossible to come across it easily. Such an absurd method..."

"I'm just giving an example, and I don't intend to use exactly the same technique. The environment in "The Girl Drinking Afternoon Tea" looks much more complicated, but it's actually much simpler. It's just a diversion of attention." The young man smiled. , "By the way, does anyone still care about the whereabouts of the painting "Sunflower"?"

"Yeah yeah!" Rachel asked, "Where did it go?"

"Actually, I took it off yesterday morning and brought it back to the room..." The young man pretended to be mysterious to the former maid Feila, "Fira, maybe you still remember that before you went out to throw out the trash yesterday, I walked down Lou, stuffed a box of shirts into a trash bag?"

"Yes..." Fira looked at the size of the still life on the wall, suddenly realized something, and exclaimed, "Oh my god, I did it myself..."

The girl stared wide-eyed and said, "Just throw it away?"

"Just kidding." The young man smiled, "It's still in my room. As a spoil of war, I won't return it to you."

He said goodnight to the three and went straight upstairs.Rachel shouted from behind: "Master, when will we start training to steal paintings?"

"Don't be so excited, girl, the best state of action is to keep calm and restraint." The young man stopped on the last step, half leaning on the handrail and said, "Let's do it! Starting tomorrow, you have to carefully observe the situation in your gallery. A copy of "Girls Drinking Afternoon Tea"; if there is no copy, how about convincing your boss to hang one?"

"We have imitations! It was drawn by a very talented art school student!" The girl saluted, "I promise to complete the task!"

"Excellent." The young man showed a charming smile, "Then good night, my lovely little comrade-in-arms."

"Mr. Chris, here is your scheduled itinerary for next week. This is the first draft of the procedure for the theater auction day. The program has basically been filled out, and the director of the theater said that he hopes you will make a speech for at least 5 minutes, so there is still a quarter of an hour left vacancy.” Young David put everything on Chris’s desk, “And here are my new throat lozenges.”

"Peach flavor?" The first thing Chris picked up was the candy packaged in a tin box.The flavors in the two boxes are different, and the flavors are clearly marked on the lid - peach and lime.

"Do you think I will like this smell?" Chris squinted at the young man.

"If mint and lime are safe cards, then I have to say that I don't think so." The young man raised his lips slightly, "but extreme guessing might work, right? What if you like it?"

Chris is not devious: "I don't like it."

"Well, there is a huge difference between the north and the south. Now you are still staying in the cold north, and you don't feel the warmth of the south at all." The young man lowered his eyes and smiled, "Next time we will try the east-west direction."

"thing?"

"How about chamomile and chocolate?"

Chris narrowed his eyes halfway: "You are testing my bottom line."

"It's my duty to find out what you like, isn't it?" The young man smiled and picked up the peach-flavored lozenges, tore off the outer packaging in front of Chris, and put his thumb lightly on the seam Open, "Are you sure you don't want to try it? Smell this lovely sweetness."

Chris was unmoved: "I thought you should be busier when the secretary is away."

"On the contrary." The young man shrugged and put the candy box back into his pocket, "Before he left, he dealt with all the work that he had to deal with as much as possible. My job now is to be on call for your orders at any time—as usual No difference."

Chris' eyes were full of scrutiny.He originally thought that this young man would at least be more stable than other peers after going through those storms—at least on the surface—but this guy seemed to let go of his original restraint very quickly.It's just that his way of being active is different from everyone else's, causing even a person as immobile as Chris to be accidentally brought into a strange rhythm.

But Chris doesn't have time to waste, he quickly found a job for the young man: "Since you are so free, why don't you write a suggestion to me every day."

"Well, at least this is a serious matter, I don't have to think about what kind of candy I want to give you." The young man laughed, "Are there any specific requirements for these suggestions?"

"It can be big or small, it's good for Selawi." Chris began to look through the schedule sent by the youth, "but it must be able to explain clearly within three sentences."

"It seems that my writing skills are still being tested?" The young man smiled, "I see."

Chris looked at the redlined priority agenda: "Exchange performance opportunities by not harassing me, that's what you're about."

It's really ugly to speak.The young man was thinking silently, showing some embarrassment on his face, but he pretended to be calm and said: "Thank you for your patience and generosity."

So when the secretary came back from a week's vacation, there was inexplicably another stack of documents to be reviewed.

The young assistant relayed the work requested by the boss very accurately, and then clearly explained why he had to pile up these documents to the secretary—it was just some small suggestions, please ask the secretary to go through a test first, and then report the useful ones to the boss.

The secretary flipped through and found that these documents were basically in the same pattern: two or three sentences summed up the reasons, processing ideas, and target results, and then added one or two pages of specific operation methods.He really didn't understand what kind of charades the boss was playing with this little assistant, so he had to bring other work that needed to be consulted into Chris's office.

"His suggestion?" Chris was marking doubts on a financial report, and didn't seem to care much about what the secretary said, "Read."

Read... The secretary raised his eyebrows a little, put the other documents in the to-do area on Chris's desk, and began to read out the proposed concepts.

"Establish a borrowing area for unmanned public goods in the office area, such as umbrellas and shoe shine."

After the secretary finished reading, he looked up at Chris's reaction.This busy businessman didn't know if he was really listening. Anyway, his eyes were still glued to the financial report in his hand, and his notes didn't stop at all.

The secretary thought for a while, then flipped to the next one: "Print the desk calendar uniformly."

He glanced at Chris, who didn't care, and continued to scroll down: "Suggestions for improving the wording of the new exhibit brochure. It's over."

Chris turned a page of the report: "Article [-]."

The secretary understands.Opened the details of the third document, glanced at ten lines at a glance, and then said: "There are two words in the sales method that are ambiguous, and there is a part of the voice in the statement of responsibility that will cause objections."

Chris drew two numbers, and then turned two pages forward for comparison: "What do you think?"

"I'm not sure." The secretary looked at the annotations on the ambiguous words, but couldn't decide whether this was a real problem or just the young man's corner.However, professional matters should be resolved by professional people. The secretary said: "He seems to be a student of the law department before. If this matter may cause gray space in the lawsuit, my suggestion is to send it to the legal department for verification."

Chris continued: "Yes."

To put it bluntly, I am still in the trial.The secretary responded, explained to Chris the more urgent to-do list on the table, and then withdrew.

"Those suggestions." Chris called the secretary when he opened the door.The secretary turned his head, and Chris was closing the financial report and putting it aside, and while covering the pen, said: "Let him read it by himself in the future."

The secretary raised his eyebrows, then nodded and said, "Okay, Mr. Chris."