The next day, when the sky was slightly bright, Wickham rode to the War Department building with Wanhu on horseback.

Wickham prefers horseback riding to riding in a carriage. Riding a horse through the streets of late 18th-century London, filled with flower sellers and chimney workers soliciting business, and well-dressed gentlemen and ladies beside him, the breath of life made Wickham feel the reality of this time and space, not his own dreams.

Wan Hu also rode a brown steed and followed Wickham. This guy is a burly man, with a black suit that he holds up and two loaded guns pinned under his half-length coat, and if he wears a pair of sunglasses, he is the standard outfit of a bodyguard.

Ever since Wan Hu slammed down a table, Wickham would habitually take Wan Hu with him when he went out, after all, London is a mixed city, especially the East End is simply a paradise for crime. Although Wickham is very confident in his skills, two fists are no match for four hands, and if he encounters a robbery gang with a gun, even the god of war will have to kneel when he is alive. Wan Hu's strength value is relatively high, and Wickham can feel a lot more at ease with him.

Before entering the War Office building, Wickham stopped a newsboy and bought an observer newspaper for two pence, and then unhurriedly led Wanhu into the office. After a day of work yesterday, Wickham understood that the three auditors of the Quartermaster Department were idle positions among idle positions, and there was nothing to do unless the Comptroller, Lord Liverpool, assigned a task. Buying a newspaper and flipping through it is also a way to pass the time.

After coming to the office, Wan Hu sat on a chair by the door, and then took out a thread-bound book and read it with relish. Wickham was taken aback, he didn't expect Wan Hu to practice martial arts, and he could still read and write, which is indeed relatively rare.

The thread-bound book in Wan Hu's hand made Wickham curious. Because there are too many descriptions of martial arts cheats in martial arts novels, maybe the book in Wan Hu's hand is what martial arts cheats.

Absentmindedly flipped through the newspaper for a while, Wickham finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Huzi, what are you reading, it can't be a martial arts cheat, right?" ”

Wan Hu's face was embarrassed, and he touched his newly shaved short hair with some embarrassment, and said, "Back to the young master, this is not a martial arts secret book, just an idle book for leisure time." Wickham remembered Ye Shihan's pile of Ming and Qing scripts, and it became clear that private engraving bookshops were very prosperous in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and all kinds of scripts emerged in endlessly.

"Is it the Water Margin? Bring it to me and show me? Wickham thinks that people like Wan Hu should prefer novels of the "Crazy Boy" type like Water Margin. Wan Hu hesitated, but when he saw that his young master looked eager to try, he had no choice but to hand the book to Wickham.

Wickham took the book, and when he saw the title, he almost didn't squirt out, this book was the famous yellow novel of the Ming Dynasty! Imagine a big martial arts man with five big and three thick, hiding in a dark corner and secretly looking at the golden plum, this style of painting is really funny.

At this moment, there was an untimely knock on the door, and Wickham had no choice but to stuff the yellow book in his hand into the drawer of his desk, and then said please come in.

It was none other than Stoke Mister, the clerk who had been mistaken by Wickham yesterday for Lord Liverpool, the Comptroller, and behind him was a young man under twenty years of age, who seemed to be the clerk recommended by Stoke to Wickham.

Stoke Mister bowed to Wickham and said, "Major Wickham, this is my nephew, Chris Mister, a very steady young man, and you can trust him. ”

As soon as Stoke Mister spoke, Wickham knew what he was coming from, and he did ask Stoke yesterday to help him find a clerk to take over.

"Excuse me, Mr. Mister, may I ask Mr. Chris Mister a few questions now?" Wickham wanted to give an examination of this young man with good eyebrows, at least the job of a clerk required a good educational background, and at one time it also represented Wickham's ability to work in the quartermaster's office.

"Of course, Major Wickham." With that, Stoke Mister exited Wickham's office, and Wan Hu got up with a look and closed the office door before leaving.

Wickham looked at the young man in front of him, his black suit was ironed very neatly, and his scarf, although very ordinary and cheap, was meticulously poured. From these details, it can be seen that Chris Mister is a very strict person.

"Mr. Chris Mister, first introduce yourself." Wickham crossed his hands and looked at the young man in front of him with some curiosity.

"Yes, Major Wickham. I studied grammar and music in a church school, and later received a more well-rounded education at Harrow. I had been an apprentice at the London Stock Exchange for some time ago and had some knowledge of the review of the accounts, and I am confident that I am competent for your current job in the Quartermaster Department, Mr. Major. ”

Chris Mister's answer is neither humble nor arrogant, and his RP tone shows his good educational background, because only the royal family, nobles, and well-educated people speak this accent, while the London accent is the accent spoken by people from London's lower classes.

"Apprentice", isn't this the intern of the future? Wickham is a little puzzled by the young man in front of him, it stands to reason that the securities industry is an efficient industry to attract money, as long as he survives the apprenticeship, the "money road" must be very bright.

Such a profession may be a bit self-defeating or even shameful for the landed aristocracy, but it will definitely be a good choice for a middle-class like Chris Mister with a low social status. You must know that a clerk's annuity for a year will definitely not be more than 300 pounds, and there is still a gap compared with the income of lawyers, priests and other professions.

But Wickham saw in Chris Mister's eyes something called ambition, and it was impossible for such a young man to willingly succumb to the position of a small clerk.

As if to see the doubts in Wickham's eyes, Chris Mister had no choice but to explain: "Major Wickham, the economic situation in England as a whole has not been good during this time, the stocks and bonds of various companies are now far below par value, and the aristocracy and the rich would rather put their money in the Bank of England than invest it. Anyway, I didn't have much business at the exchange, so I simply quit my job and came out to try my luck. ”

Wickham knew that there was a lot of truth hidden in the other party's words, but Wickham was not interested in the reason for Stoker's resignation, after all, it was only the first time the two had met. He's not looking into the hukou, as long as the other party is capable of his clerkship, the other Wakeham don't want to worry too much.

"Mr. Chris Mister, from now on, you will be my clerk. The workload of the auditor is not very large, and you can do some of your own things in the office, such as reading books and newspapers, but one thing to keep in mind is that you must be in place during working hours. By the way, I have a house in Kensington with house number 27, and if you can't handle anything, you can go there and find me. ”

Wickham, an errand at the War Office, didn't take it seriously, so he decided to hire Chris Mister to replace him after just a few questions.

Chris Mister took off his hat and saluted, his face did not show any joy, as if everything was expected: "Mr. Wickham, please rest assured, these are my shares, and I will do it well." ”

Wickham nodded, then picked up his coat and walked out of the office, he was in a good mood for a year, although he also envied those units that could get paid for drinking tea and reading the newspaper. But if he really wanted to live like this, Wickham would rather quit his job because it would be too boring.

As soon as he went out, Stoke Mister greeted him with a flattering smile on his face: "Major Wickham, you see ......" Stoke Mister has always hoped that his nephew can have a stable job, although the salary of a clerk is not very high, but it is enough for a family of four to live a decent life in London, so he spared no effort to recommend his nephew to Wickham.

Wickham didn't say much, just nodded: "Mr. Mister is a nice young man, and I have decided to hire him as my clerk." Mr. Mister, I have one more thing to go first, and I'll leave this matter to you. With that, Wickham beckoned to Wanhu, who was doing nothing, and signaled that he was ready to leave.

Stoke thanked Wickham with a beaming face, "Thank you so much, Major Wickham. Please rest assured, you can't go wrong with leaving this side of the matter to Chris, and I'm here to watch. ”

After Wickham and Wan Hu disappeared around the corner of the stairs, Stoke Mister hurriedly walked into the office and said to his nephew: "Chris, don't think too much about the things on the exchange, the water over there is deep!" Major Wickham is a good patron, and you'll have to do this job. ”

Chris pursed his lips, his eyes slightly disdainful: "Those people at the exchange treat me like a fool, I won't just forget it." If it weren't for Augustine's tuition, I wouldn't have come to be a clerk. ”

Augustine is Chris's younger brother and is now going to Harrow School, the eldest son in the family, and he must take on the responsibility of the family, after all, his uncle Stoker's family is not wealthy, and it is a matter of gratitude to be able to sponsor him to complete his education at Harrow.

Stoker's eyes darkened, and he said, "Kid, we can't fight the people of the exchange, if it weren't for Lord Liverpool's face, maybe you would be in prison by now!" I know how wronged and insulted you have been, but the rabbit and lion game is a joke in itself, do you understand? ”

Chris agreed to his uncle's instructions with a disagreement, but this was just to reassure his uncle. Although rabbits are no match for lions, with the right strategy, ants can bite elephants to death.

This morning, through talking to several staff members of the War Department, Chris Stock was surprised to find that his client, Major Wickham, knew such a big man as Prince Frederick, and that he was in His Royal Highness's carriage yesterday! This is what many staff members of the War Department have seen with their own eyes, and it is absolutely impossible to fake!

Just when he mentioned the stock exchange, Chris keenly noticed the gleam in Wickham's eyes, and it was obvious that he was a person with a deep interest in the securities industry, which was what he was good at! Thinking of this, Chris's heart was on fire, as long as he climbed to Major Wickham, he could borrow the power of the royal family and punish those who had humiliated him in the exchange. This is also the arrogant Chris Mister, who can let go of his arrogance and apply for a clerkship at Wickham.

Of course, it's impossible to know these twists and turns, and he is now in a good mood to get out of his hard work.