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Before going out, Klein took the time to clean up the formal dress and hat with a small brush and a handkerchief, then changed the white shirt, put on the same kind of linen material and the original only decent cheap coat, and quickly came to the street.

First, Melissa's skirt, then Benson's formal dress, and finally I can consider my second set. The money is always not enough. In addition, I must have one piece of glazed tableware for the guests... and it has to be Buying a variety of occult materials to save money... Klein sat on the public carriage, thinking about the financial situation at home, the more he shook his head.

He estimated that it would take at least a year to let himself and his brother and sister live like the so-called middle class.

Of course, this is not a case of promotion and salary increase.

The public carriage drove through a street and stopped opposite the "Divination Club" on Howth Street.

Klein leaned on the black non-silk half-high hat, walked halfway in the underground car, walked along the familiar road, entered the club door on the second floor, and saw the beautiful lady An Jielika with brown hair.

Her eyes have residual redness, but the whole person is very relaxed.

Klein raised his hand and tapped his eyebrows twice. He carefully examined it and found that the deep and dark color of Angelique's emotional color dissipated a lot, and added a bit of sunshine.

After reading it, Klein walked over and took off his hat and laughed:

"Ms. Angelica, it’s a sunny day, right?"

Angelica raised her head and exclaimed in a short burst of time, and immediately smiled:

"You are very similar to Mr. Fansent's cat. There is no sound when you walk. Well, can you see it? Oh, I forgot, you are a diviner who is good at looking at the face..."

She paused and licked her lips for a ceremony:

"Thank you, thank you for your advice yesterday. I feel much better. I have never been relaxed, happy, and satisfied like this."

Listening to the sincere gratitude of the other party, Klein was also infected with the joy and happiness, and his mouth was upturned:

"It is my pleasure to help you."

While speaking, he only felt that his spirituality was easy and lively.

Is this the "divination" that the "potions" want? Can you really help the inquirer's "divination"? Klein seemed to pinch his eyebrows as he thought, and quietly clicked twice.

I have to say that he has already found in practice that the current action to open and close the "Lingshi" is not concealed, but the problem is that he can't think of a better alternative in a short time, because he did not become a "divination" for a long time. Spirituality has not yet grown to the current limit, and its own mastery is also the same. Therefore, it must be a medium that can effectively stimulate spiritual position as a "switch". Such a part is not much, and the eyebrow is a relatively superior choice.

After thoroughly digesting the "potions" and becoming a real "divination", you should be able to design a more subtle "switch" action... Klein nodded invisibly and walked to the conference room half-opened.

"Coffee, or black tea?" An Jieli quickly asked.

"Dissi coffee." Klein replied with a taste of all kinds of drinks.

At this time, he saw six or seven members in the conference room, but did not include Hainas Vansente, who had been here before.

"Mr. Vincent didn't come?" Klein stopped and asked.

An Jieli card said:

"Mr. Vincent does not come every day. He accepts the invitation and goes to a divination organization in the port of Enmat. You have something to look for?"

"No, just curious, after all, I can see him every time I come." Klein shook his head with a smile.

At the same time, he found that the seven members had familiar faces:

Glacis for his own divination!

Glacis was wearing a monocle to look at the information on the table, and suddenly noticed that someone was watching himself, so he raised his head and looked at the origin of his gaze.

There was a clear joy in his face, and his hands stood up, stood up, and rushed to Klein a few steps:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti, I just thought about it, will you come today?"

"Listen to An Jielika, you are not a doctor, but a diviner who is good at looking at the face?"

Klein smiled and said:

"I am not only good at this, Mr. Glacis, you seem to have completely got rid of the disease?"

He squeezed his forehead and tapped his eyebrows twice, and found that Glastis's healthy colors were restored to normal.

"Yes, I really regretted it. I regret that I didn't listen to your suggestion. Fortunately, fortunately, there is a very powerful pharmacist near my house. He gave my wife a very magical potion, which kept me away from death. Glacis said with emotion.

As an associate member of the Night Squad, Klein asked with great professionalism:

“A very powerful pharmacist? A pretty magical pharmacy?”

magical? How amazing? Is it an extraordinary category?

"He said that it is a folk medicine on the other side of Lenburg. In short, it is very helpful to my illness." Glacis did not feel abnormally.

Folk herbalist? Klein seemed to knock on his eyebrows like thinking:

"What is his name? Where do you live? You know, the diviner can't guarantee that he won't get sick, maybe I will go to him to buy medicine in the future."

Klein knows through the mentor and classmates that the modern medical system of this world has just taken shape, and there is almost no way for many diseases. Therefore, magical pharmacy and powerful pharmacists still have a big market. It is not wrong to understand, maybe afterwards When there is a need.

Gracistein replied:

"His name is Rosen Duckway. There is a small shop at No. 18 Vlad Street in the Eastern District, called 'Rosen's Folk Herbal Shop.'"

"Thank you." Klein silently wrote down, sincerely open.

Glacis turned his body and led him to sit next to him. At this time, Angelica also made a good coffee and brought it over.

Compared to Southwell Coffee, Desi Coffee has a more intense aroma, but the taste is relatively poor... Kline sipped and tasted for a moment.

Glacis saw him put down a white glazed cup and was busy thinking about it:

"Mr. Moretti, can I ask you to help me with my divination? I will pay at the price you have determined."

"8 pence is enough, I will not raise the price temporarily." Klein is hoping someone will find himself divination, "need to the divination room?"

"Okay, the citrine room." Glacis was more familiar than he was.

After entering the divination room and locking the wooden door, Klein sat down after the long table and asked:

"Mr. Gracies, what do you want to divination?"

"I have an investment opportunity, but the amount involved is too much. If it fails, my family and I will be hit hard. I want to divinate whether it will go well." Glacis took the initiative. "I use Tarot myself." The card divination once, um, is the divination after the pure heart, the results are not bad, yes, is my own interpretation, but I did not violate those symbolic principles."

Klein thought about it and said with curiosity:

"Then you will describe the matter in detail, and then give your own information. If you can have the other party, it will be better. We will do astronomical divination."

“Good.” Glacis sorted out the language. “When Mr. Lalhous visited the Hornachs, he found a large iron ore with a good inventory and good quality. He spent his time saving. I took the land and asked the professional company to do the survey and came to an encouraging conclusion."

“He lacked follow-up development funds, so he set up a steel company, intending to use this project to apply for loans from banks, and at the same time issue a certain percentage of stocks to raise initial funds. This plan is still in private stage, giving a return. Very rich."

Klein, who often reads newspapers and is a "histor of history", knows that there are stocks in the world, and that the concept of stocks is derived from Russell the Great, and that is him.

In the process of colonizing the southern continent, he established the West Bailang Company, raised funds through the issuance of stocks, successfully solved the financial problems, and successfully seized the first bucket of colonial interests.

Because the rewards are generous, since then, similar things, one after another, such as railway stocks, mine stocks, steam development and utilization of stocks, etc., etc., there are successes and failures, so they gave birth. Organizations such as the Beckland Stock Exchange.

In addition, Russell also made national bonds, trust funds and other things. The former has become the most stable investment method, with a return of 4 to 6 percent per year.

Klein remembers that his brother Benson once said that if he can inherit the property of 3,000 pounds, then there is no need to work hard, because the stable annuity income will be about 5 percent, about 150 pounds, which is slightly equal to Klein’s current annual salary. .

This is the so-called food class... Klein sighed and asked:

"Are you sure there is no problem with this? Is Lalhous trustworthy?"

“I have seen his real estate documents and exploration reports with the seal of the West Vilas County Government and the endorsement of the professional company, and Mr. Laurus’s office has him and Sir Deville, and the mayor’s Take a photo." Glacis nodded and answered.

group photo? A group photo can't represent anything... Klein, who was born in the era of knowledge explosion, saw too many similar things and was not convinced.

However, he believes that it is useless to believe that he can only pick up the pen and draw the corresponding astrolabe according to the key time information provided by Glacis.

After a long time, Klein pointed to the "Astrolabe":

"You should be able to see it yourself. This thing will be very unsatisfactory. Under the prosperity of the surface is the cliff, the abyss. My divination opinion is to bypass it and avoid it."

"..." Glacis was in silence, his mouth opened several times, and he re-closed.

After a few minutes, he smiled bitterly:

"I will seriously consider it after I go home."

Upon hearing such an answer, Klein could only shake his head and sigh, and realized the helplessness of a "divinationist":

"Divination" can only give advice and cannot be decided for others.

The two just left the citrine room, and Angelica came over:

"Mr. Moretti, someone is looking for your divination."

Having said that, she whispered a sentence:

"He didn't let me recommend it, nor did he read the album."

Fame spread out? Klein turned to the reception hall in confusion.

PS: There is a chapter at 12 o'clock to make up.