aristocratic engagement

Du Li pulled up her hood, covering most of her face.The streets of London are full of people of all kinds.Du Li's attire was not conspicuous, and her figure quickly disappeared in the narrow alleyway between the two shops.

She walked quickly through sideways, and after a while, she stopped in front of a gray wooden door, took out the key from her cuff, and pushed the door open.

There was darkness in front of him, and the light that leaked in after the door was opened made Du Li roughly see a staircase in front of him.She leaned on the stairs and ran up the stairs, secretly sighing in her heart, it is so convenient to have no skirt to step on.

At first, she was also very resistant to wearing pants, after all, between her legs...it was a huge offense to a native girl.But seeing that Miss de Bauer didn't have the slightest psychological burden, Du Li also forced herself not to show the rare and shocking face. After getting used to this strange feeling and deeply felt the convenience of the trousers, Du Li even wanted to put the pants in her skirt. Swap stockings for trousers.

Far away.

When Du Li came to the third floor, there was another small door. She took out another key and walked in.

Inside is a dark room, thick curtains cut off all the light, like a basement.A candle was lit on the table, illuminating a small world.Annie was sitting at the desk, dressed like Du Li, only showing her pointed chin.She heard Du Li's footsteps, turned her head and said, "Is he already coming here?"

Du Li was startled by her voice.Anne lowered her voice, it was the voice of a young boy who hadn't changed his voice without any modification.

Annie knew that such a disguise could not be used many times. As she got older, in a year or two, both "Mr. Richter" and Miss de Bourgh would enter a period of voice change. Miss de Bourgh The vocal tract will become narrower, while Mr. Richter's larynx will become larger, making it more difficult to imitate.

"Sure enough, Mr. Brown is coming from Phoenix. He rode a horse and traveled the road. I'm afraid it will take a while to arrive."

"Is he alone?"

"Yes, but... at the door of Phoenix, the store manager Klub entangled him for a while and wanted to come to see you."

Anne snorted coldly: "It seems that Mr. Brown is a person who knows how to advance and retreat, while Mr. Klube is an out-and-out speculator."

"Mr. Brown didn't hesitate and refused Mr. Klub's request to go with him." Du Li revealed a pair of eyes from under the hood, "Mr. Klub seemed very angry and almost fought with him, but...Miss de Bourgh, No, Mr. Richter, I faintly heard Mr. Brown's 'threatening' words, probably looms, patterns or something." Du Li didn't continue talking, in fact she was not close enough to hear clearly, just The hidden meaning in those words made her faintly aware that something was wrong.

Annie tilted her head unexpectedly.

Du Li didn't know what happened at Rosings' party before, but she didn't forget it.What Du Li said just now made her catch something.She only thought that the ghost might appear inside the textile factory, but could it be the store manager in charge of sales?How could he figure out the weave just by selling the cloth?

But all of this is just speculation, and Anne plans to wait to hear Mr. Brown's statement before making any plans.

Before the candle was half lit, there was a knock on the door of the outer room of the suite.Annie nodded to Du Li, and Du Li immediately stood in the corner of the room, hiding herself in the shadows.

Annie pressed the button on the table—telling the people outside the door to let them push in by themselves—"Duk Tuk Tuk", a burst of steady footsteps sounded outside the study.

The footsteps stopped at the door.

"Mr. Richter? I'm Richard Brown."

Mr. Brown is a person who is not good at speaking beautiful words. After entering this room, when faced with the darkness of the room, a candle and the black figure behind the desk, he was only taken aback for a moment, and then quickly retracted his expression. consternation.

He was about to introduce himself when Mr. Richter interrupted him.

"You don't need to say more, I know your name, your scope of work, your achievements... There is no need to repeat these, time is equally precious to everyone." Mr. Richter's voice was very He was cold, but he couldn't hide his youthfulness, "As for me, you don't need to know my identity other than 'Phoenix investor'. I'm not a businessman who has to listen to flattery to value your strategy. Your credit lies in It has been clearly shown in the report, and I have no doubts in your ability to do the job."

Mr. Brown couldn't react for a moment.

This is Anne's "strategy". As soon as she comes up, she will block all those close-talking words, use cold deterrence to suppress people, disrupt the opponent's rhythm, and it is easy to catch him by surprise and let him fall into her thinking circle.

"I reminded you that there are traitors in Phoenix, and Yunluo's imitation has even come to me. How is your investigation going?" Mr. Richter raised the first question.

"Yes, I launched an investigation immediately after I received your letter." Mr. Brown paused for a while, as if thinking about his words, and then he said slowly, "I am very grateful to my partners in the textile mill and workshop. Trust me, since I left the Leila Textile Factory two years ago when I was suspected by my employer and framed by my opponents...they came to Phoenix with me under great pressure to serve you, they are not only my apprentices, colleagues, but also It's my family."

"I don't want to say more sensational words. In the blow of betrayal, I immediately investigated all the workers and designers under my jurisdiction. My wife and their wives have also been friends for many years. The investigation...finally we determined that there was not a single traitor in the factory and studio."

Mr. Brown showed a bit of pain: "But such behavior inevitably hurt our trust and relationship over the years. Fortunately, they understand me and understand the importance of this matter, and they did not blame me."

"So... that person is really Mr. Klub?" Mr. Richter rested his elbows on the armrest, playing with a quill in his hand.

"You!" Mr. Brown was astonished. "How do you know?"

"Mr. Brown, as I said before, I trust you, so I will trust your judgment." Mr. Richter smiled slightly, but there was an indescribable coldness in his tone, "Since the problem does not lie in the factory and the studio , then there is only one person who can get in touch with Yunluo."

"Tell me, what is the reason for him to do this? The salary and commission paid by Phoenix are already among the best in the same position in London." Mr. Richter threw down the quill, and the slight voice was particularly loud in the room. Clearly, "It's not about money, it's about human feelings?"

"I heard that his wife used to serve the daughter of the textile factory investor."

Mr. Richter did not speak for a long time, lost in thought.Only then did Mr. Brown take the courage to look at the thin Mr. Richter in front of him, guessing his origin.

The huge hood covered most of his face, and Mr. Brown could only see his pointed chin and thin lips.The lips were tightly pressed, and the color of the lips was so pale that it was almost not clear.In fact, under the dim light, he could hardly see any details, and he could only judge from the black figure that this Mr. Richter was very young.

This was completely different from what he had expected.He always thought that Mr. Richter, who had the courage to invest such a large sum of money in researching and developing new machines, buying precious raw silk, and giving preferential treatment to all employees, must be a businessman with thousands of sails—you know, not all rich people are willing to Invest your money in unseen returns.

But this time Yunluo was imitated, but it did not cause an uproar. A big reason is that the counterfeiters were not willing to spend as much as they did, using the oriental silk weaving from across the ocean; They are willing, but they don't have the ability to weave it—silk is too fragile!

Even if they have researched and understood the weaving method and principle, but because of technical problems, they can't imitate the exact same Yunluo for a while.

The reason why Yunluo is called Yunluo lies in its lightness like clouds.

Besides, when Mr. Brown had just inspected the Phoenix store, he found that the business was so amazing that he could barely squeeze in.Business in Phoenix used to be good, but it has never been so busy.

It is hard to say that this is not the masterpiece of Mr. Richter in front of him.

Mr. Brown learned about the Phoenix Club from his wife, and also knew that Yunluo was now widely sought after among the lords, and invitations were hard to come by.Mr. Brown used to know nothing about network management, but after encountering struggles, he seemed to understand overnight.

The little Mr. Richter in front of him has a deeper connection than he imagined...that is far beyond the scope of an ordinary businessman.

Richter?It is clearly a Germanic surname meaning judge, judge.What exactly is he refereeing?What have you mastered?

I don't know what kind of relationship he has with Mr. Rommel, who was highly respected among the upper class when he first arrived in London?

Mr. Brown's eyes moved to Mr. Richter's fingers, pale and slender, tapping lightly on the armrest.The knuckles are not obtrusive, and the nails are rounded and smooth.These hands don't look like the hands of a worker, but rather a...

"puff."

Mr. Brown started suddenly.

The candle flame burned to the bottom of the candle and suddenly went out.

Mr. Browne asked at once: "I'll send for a new candle—"

"No need." Mr. Richter's voice came in the darkness, "I came to see you for this matter, let's call it a day. Please close the door when you go out, thank you."

Mr. Brown nodded in bewilderment, and suddenly realized that the other party could not see his movements in the dark, so he immediately agreed aloud.

"If there is anything, it's still the old way. I will write a letter and entrust that boy to bring it to you." Mr. Richter said vaguely.

The door was opened, and Mr. Brown walked out along the light, and beside the door, a dark figure disappeared from the dim light.Mr. Brown suddenly trembled all over, and his heartbeat soared instantly.

He didn't realize until now that there was a third person in the room.

"Goodbye." Mr. Richter's cold voice sounded behind him.

TBC.

The author has something to say: Mr. Richter Bking is correct

Today's update is late, and ten red envelopes will be issued on a first-come, first-served basis... Yesterday's one has already been sent, and some little angels came a step late, so today can continue!