"The tip must be quite a lot!"

"If things are done well, maybe there is still a chance to be taken by big shots!"

"Not? That boy Henry was promoted to the Central City because he did something for a big shot!"

...

The others regretted it very much, but they had no choice but to wait for the next guest.

...

"Two gentlemen!"

Bell bowed deeply and gave a 'breast pat': "May I ask, do I have anything to help?"

——‘Breast-slapping ceremony’ was the etiquette he saw on the Internet by the ‘noble waiter’ before the catastrophe.

to be honest.

Bell did this etiquette for the first time.

Because he did not do a standard job and had an extremely serious attitude...

It seems out of place.

——There is some inexplicable contrast!

In the eyes of Smith, it was as funny as a "parrot".

Kurt was about to speak...

Smith spoke first: "What can you do?"

"Many, sir!"

Bell said seriously:

“I can help you find the most beautiful nightingale on this street;

You can also take you to the 'Gallery';

If you want to go to the black market, I can also lead the way;

even--

If you have friends outside and want to bring them into Northumberg, I can also introduce the channels to you!"

"Okay, there's a lot of business!"

Smith said back to the serious business: "I need to find someone named Dela, who is Professor Crach's wife... Do you know where she lives?"

"Madame Dela? Of course!"

Bell was a little disappointed: "Chenghui, 1 Northonite, or two pounds of black bread!"

Just looking for someone...

Not much profit.

As for Northon Point?

Its full name is: Northenburg Credit Contribution Point, issued by the Northen family, and is the hardest currency in Northenburg!

"Is federal currency OK?"

"Sir, stop kidding!"

Bell smiled bitterly: "You know, that thing is waste paper now!"

"All right!"

Kurt took out a piece of paper money: "Ten Northon points, the rest is your tip!"

As a subordinate with high emotional intelligence...

Of course, the boss cannot pay for it.

"Thank you for your generosity, sir!"

Bell's eyes lit up: "Please come with me!"

...

Turn left and right, and cross two alleys.

A quarter of an hour later.

The three of them came to a low hut.

"Madame Dela, live here!"

Bell said so.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

He knocked on the door.

"Madame Dela, someone is looking for you!"

"Who?"

A fierce voice sounded inside: "If you don't pick up customers during the day, please come back!"

Smith:...

Kurt:...

Both of them had a little embarrassed face.

——As noble upper class people, even if they are um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um

Have you ever seen such a bad lady?

You can't let the boss go...

Kurt could only speak by himself: "Mrs. Dela, we are professor Crach's students, I want to come and pay my respects..."

this time.

The voice inside was even more rude: "That madman has died long ago, get out!"

"I'll do it!"

Smith shook his head and whispered: "Mrs. Dela, we are willing to buy the manuscript of Professor Crach's relics. If you have any intention, please be sure to open the door!"

"How much?"

A lazy voice came from inside.

"One Hundred Northon Points!"

It was quiet for a second...

Then--

Thumb!

A burst of rapid footsteps sounded.

Three seconds later.

Scream-

The door is open.

A woman with big wavy hair, hot body and gorgeous face appeared: "It's you, you want to give a hundred Northonites, and buy that dead ghost... no, my husband's manuscript?"
Chapter completed!