Chapter 497: Unexpected Joy

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Mr. Parliamentarian, who had a goatee, saw that the scene was chaotic and unseemly, and stepped forward. Sure enough, as soon as he expressed his willingness to attend the banquet, many people who joined in the excitement began to hesitate, fearing that they would not be able to sit at the same table as Mr. Parliamentarian. Of course, there were a few people who stayed, and that included the fat and the skinny.

"Anyway, it's okay today, thin man, let's go and touch my brother's joy." The fat man shouted loudly, glaring at a few idlers in the crowd.

With Duchamp's eyesight, he could naturally find that several thugs who had been wandering around the periphery showed disappointed expressions on their faces, spat at the ground in a stupid manner, and turned to leave.

"Let's go, it's just a few of us!" The fat man laughed loudly, and walked out with Duchamp's shoulders in his hands.

Of course, there were still people who came in out of hiatus. "I'm a wine merchant, but I've always been interested in the business of Qiyao Stone, can I take this opportunity to ask you for some advice."

Councillor Cassel frowned, seeing that the young man who had come over still looked like a serious person, and Duchamp, who had really invited the guests, did not object to it, shrugged his shoulders, picked up his cane, and walked out.

After Olivier drove the car over, several men gave up their seats in the front row to the councillors, and drove the young wine merchant who had come out of the middle to the last row and began to formally introduce each other.

"In Lower Alfonso Moodiz, the main business is fishing, and there is also a small investment in Qiyao Stone."

"My name is Vernon Bodo, and I'm a seven-star merchant in Julai."

"Cassel Ariat, a member of the city's council."

After the three of them finished their introductions, the young businessman hurriedly introduced: "My name is Frank Duvalli, and I run a wine shop in the docklands called ......."

No one was interested in listening to his introduction to the obscure wine shop. Councillor Cassel turned his head and said to Duchamp: "Good luck young man, you are too reckless today, you should hide such a huge gem silently, and show it in public. ā€

"It's the next moment to get carried away! My name is Stellary Duchamp, I'm from Gatapunia, and I've never seen a seven-shine auction like this before, so I'm abrupt. Duchamp lowered his eyes, his face was humble, but he was thinking in his heart: "Who can take away the things on the master's body." ā€

"Hmph, even those unsuccessful gangsters dare to fight the idea of this gem? Brother, I'm going to fall in love with you today, I, Alfonso, will go out, and the thieves and gangsters in the city won't even dare to touch the edge of your clothes. The fat man picked up his arm, which was thicker than the thighs of the others, and slapped his chest loudly.

Councillor Cassel chuckled slightly, and told Olivier to turn and drive towards the designated place. "Before going to a restaurant, we go to a place before we can eat in peace!"

At the Councillor's direction, the guide car sped through the street until it reached the doorway of a quaint, elegant and sturdy building facing the port trade area. "This is the largest bank in the city, with a good security system and a good reputation in the city. You can rent a safe deposit box at the bank for a short period of time and store your valuables here. When you leave, come and pick it up. ā€

Duchamp's eyes lit up when he looked at the towering sign of "Julay Commercial Bank" on the top of this ornate and elegant marble-walled building, which was really unexpected.

"Thank you very much for your proposal, but it's past the time for the banks to open." He said, pointing to the bank's closed door.

"It doesn't matter." Councillor Cassel stepped forward with his head held high and rang a brass bell in front of the bank.

The bank was closing its doors at this time, and the security guard saw Councilor Cassel from the inside, and hurriedly opened the door inside, and asked loudly through the security door: "Mr. Councillor, it is past business hours now, what else do you have to do?" ā€

"There is an urgent business, this gentleman has valuables to be entrusted to, let Gordon make a special case and expedite it."

The security guard hurriedly ran in to report, and after a few minutes, the bank manager personally greeted him, instructed the security guard to open the security door, greeted everyone in, asked about the matters that needed to be handled, knew that he was only carrying valuables and needed to be temporarily kept, nodded, and instructed his subordinates to bring a registration form.

Duchamp looked at the bank curiously, and said that it was a month and a half of custody, and then asked questions from side to side, and his eyes wandered around. In the end, the others remained on the upper floor, and he followed the manager and security into the underground vault and stuffed an empty box into the bank safe with his own hands. The manager personally handed over a special key with a golden light.

"Mr. Duchamp, please keep this key in a safe place, if you lose it, it may cause great difficulty for you to access your belongings. Do you set access permissions to only the person with the key, or can all key holders have access to it? ā€

Duchamp smiled slightly: "Of course it's me." ā€

The manager nodded, agreeing with his cautious approach, and carefully explained many precautions. Duchamp took the opportunity to ask some questions of interest to him.

Eventually, he figured out that the underground vault was tightly used for storing and withdrawing valuables, and that the bank ledger he wanted was still in the rest of the bank.

He smiled goodbye to his manager, met up with the others, and began to discuss today's business.

"Several of them are locals, do you have any unique restaurants to recommend?"

"Go straight from the front, turn right when you reach the stream, there is a sturgeon restaurant by the water, the environment is elegant, the fish is also top-notch, and there will be no one who is not careful!" Mr. Cassel, who was worthy of being a councillor, was the first to give his suggestion, and the others immediately agreed, and it seems that the restaurant has a good reputation in the local area.

In the car, several people were talking about the gem business, and even the unsociable wine merchant chimed in.

"Have you been in the gemstone business?" Duchamp asked curiously.

"Now in Julai, there is no other business to do except the gem business." The fat man Alfonso muttered, the fat on his face twitching.

"Wasn't there still someone desperately stirring up the land some time ago? I also bought a lot of land on the outskirts of the city, and the result? Isn't it a loss now? The thin man said, laughing.

Several people laughed mercilessly at the group of speculators, glad that they had not invested money to go to waste.

"By the way, brother, I haven't asked you what to do for a living?" The fat man asked.

"To make it official, in Lower Stelli S. Duchamp, he is the guardian of the city under the rule of Gatapunia, and he has come to Julai to handle some affairs on behalf of the lord." Duchamp smiled slightly, and said seriously according to the script prepared in advance.

"Guardian, is this an official position?" None of the three of them understood Duchamp's words, and there was a feeling of incomprehension.

Olivier, who was driving, turned his head and popularized common sense to several turtles: "The territorial guardian of the empire is a hereditary position, which is given by the lord to subordinates with great merit, and its duty is to protect the security of the territory. ā€

It turned out to be such a big official, and several people were immediately in awe.

Duchamp smiled slightly. When he first arrived, it took him a long time to figure out that his title was just an empty position. According to the situation of Pvenness, this position should have been held by Fred Worcester, but how could he, who had been the commander of the infantry of the Grand Duchy, look down on such a small position in the middle of nowhere, and Baron Theresa did not dare to give such an unruly title as a reward to the former Viscount. Instead of being empty all the time, it is better to take it out and send it as a favor. Not only is he like this, but in fact, in many territories of the empire, these titles are also equivalent to empty titles, in name only, and they have completely become an embellishment, and the officials who really manage the territory have another commander's command.

However, this kind of joint, these people in front of them will not understand, and they immediately added the word "adult" to Duchamp's title, which made Duchamp's intuition unbearable, so he had to be humble again and again.

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