8pm.
The rain showed no sign of abating, but Pan Ming was not disturbed. He spent four pounds to get the matter done.
At first, the newspaper editor did not agree with this.
However, Pan Ming was willing to add money and add a white lie that he had made up temporarily. The editor-in-chief immediately patted his chest and said that there was an empty space on the advertisement page and he could add a missing person notice.
"I wish you find your best friend soon."
To this day, the editor-in-chief’s sincere blessings are still ringing in my ears.
This made Pan Ming feel a lot better, walking like a ghost in the heavy rain.
"Since I came to this world, I haven't gone out for a walk. I eat potatoes boiled in salt water every day..."
Looking at the lights in the distance, Pan Ming murmured in his heart. He couldn't think of anything important he should do during the period before getting in touch with Lu Li.
This is a kind of trust.
Trust in Lu Li's sense of smell.
In Pan Ming's view, the other party can always find a good entry point, which is related to intuition and judgment.
Just like the vampire world, the center of the incident was New York City, but he perfectly avoided everything and went to Europe to escort two mushroom bombs back.
Because of this, Pan Ming doesn't trust himself very much when it comes to finding tasks. Just like a person with a wanderlust attribute, if there is a choice, it is best to follow a friend.
As for Duke…
This guy's luck attribute is almost full.
If you were to compile Duke's personal experiences and post them on a campus forum, there would most likely be a pile of lemon juice that would burst out and beg to be replaced.
"Three pennies, warm hands and full belly."
"Three pennies, warm hands and full belly."
The shouts echoed in the rain.
A penny buys food and fills the belly.
A penny for coffee and warm hands.
The last penny is only collected on heavy rainy days to provide a place for those in need to take shelter.
Unconsciously, Pan Minghuang arrived at an unknown small square filled with stalls.
Some are extremely simple, with a roof built, a few charcoal stoves, and stalls to protect them from the wind;
Some seemed to be well-equipped, between gypsy tents and shops. Through the gaps, you could see benches, tables, and giant tin boilers that were belching out heat.
"Warm your hands and fill your stomach, come and take a look."
The penetrating voice sounded again in the rainy night.
Pan Ming gradually emerged, held up his umbrella, and walked towards the largest tent.
Seven or eight lamps made the inside extremely bright. A dozen tables were covered with cloths and tableware was set on them.
Ding-ding-ding-ding.
The sound of metal knives and forks colliding with plates reached his ears, and Pan Ming swallowed secretly.
In the past few days when he was missing, he either ate potatoes boiled in salt water or roasted over charcoal fire. If the potion could fill his stomach, this would have to be included.
"welcome."
As soon as Pan Ming found a place to sit down, the foreman immediately came to serve him and announced the price in what he thought was the sweetest voice:
"Sir, we have roast beef, roast lamb, roast leg of lamb with onions, sauteed veal with cold parsley, ham and peas, pork chops, duck, lobster sauce and new potatoes."
It's not like Pan Ming has never seen service with a smile. In this world, he often goes to restaurants hundreds of times more upscale than this one, and he is considered a VIP among VIPs.
Just when Master Pan was about to reserve his order, these three words "new potatoes" broke his guard instantly.
"A pork chop with cold parsley and half a pint of porter."
"The pork chop is a shilling, the parsley twopence, the half-pint a shilling and twopence, plus a twopence tip, and twopence for the heating..."
Since Pan Ming was a stranger, the foreman used warm words to ask him to pay before serving the food.
Rip off customers?
The thought passed away in a flash.
Pan Ming was too lazy to argue and paid the money readily, thinking in his mind how to rob the rich and give to the poor.
In this regard, he is strikingly similar to Duke.
The other side of the city.
"Officer Wensley, what do you want to eat? Anything you want."
Duke pushed the menu to an old acquaintance.
This is a high-end restaurant in the City that not only provides food, but also newspapers and hundreds of magazines, and even conversation booths and a cigar room.
For the middle class, now Lu Li, eating here is beyond their financial ability.
But with Duke here, these are not problems.
God knows how much he borrowed from the capitalist, and after buying a high-end carriage, he still had money to invite Officer Wensley to dinner.
At this moment, Xiaomi Gao was already confused.
This morning, Duke was still wearing the clothes of a dust collector, walking through the streets, struggling to make a living.
Now he has transformed into an upper-class person who visits high-end places, and even he follows behind to take advantage of it.
This is the financial city!
Every inch of gold and every inch of land.
"There's no need for this."
Wensley was a little confused, thinking carefully about his words: "You two are our consultants from Scotland Yard, guarding the safety of millions of London residents. How about changing the place, please?"
Although he wanted to be arrogant, Officer Wensley knew that his financial strength did not allow him to treat guests in such a place.
"It's okay, it's the same for anyone."
Duke waved his hand, and his inhumanity was almost etched on his face.
In response, Lu Li couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
It's raining heavily outside. What's the point of inviting people over for dinner?
However, there is really nothing serious to do tonight.
If there hadn't been a heavy rainstorm, Lu Li planned to go to the place where the latest murder occurred. After all, his sense of smell was a cheating device, much more reliable than any reasoning method, but the rain and strong wind ruined everything.
It's not a bad idea to have nothing to do, so we can go out to have a meal together and connect with each other.
"How about four pieces of lamb chops, a little ham, and some beef bone marrow?" Wensley put down the menu, his tone full of uncertainty. At the same time, he added: "I was very full from lunch, so I'm not very hungry."
In fact, Mr. Police Officer was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back, but the prices on the menu made him reluctant to order too much.
A cheesesteak costs six shillings, or six silver coins.
Just eating anything would cost several pounds. If he ate freely, his entire month's salary as a senior superintendent would not be enough.
"Based on this, let me order a few more dishes."
An understated smile appeared on Duke's face.
In Xiaomi Gao's view, this is full of weirdness.
"Collect - ashes! collect - ashes!"
The demonic shout he heard in the morning echoed in Mi Gao's mind. He suspected that it was a quirk of rich people who like to play minor roles and experience life.
Out of trust in Lu Li, the little guy didn't consider robbing the rich to give to the poor.
Of course, he won't talk nonsense.
"Secret lamb chops, oxtail soup, pan-fried halibut, lobster sauce..."
Duke called the waiter and gave instructions softly.
On the left, Lu Li lowered his head and read the free newspapers, including those printed by major newspapers, unscrupulous tabloids, and frivolous newspapers.
