Metz Alkmaar learns of her brother's hunting, but she has no energy to focus on this kind of idle work for the time being, and she is too busy to do so, and a hidden rival appears in the spice business, and the opponent offers more attractive terms to the supplier, and the other party promises to sell to the city of Blotte, which is a blatant declaration of war on the Alkmaar family's spice business, which Metz is responsible for.

It's unbelievable what kind of person would have such crazy business practices, and the Alkmaar family in Brote City knows about it, and the suppliers naturally don't believe that the other party can open a hole in the spice business in Brolot City, but the secret opponent has offered even more tempting terms.

The Alkmaar family cooperates with those suppliers, always paying 20% in advance, and then sharing the profits after the spice is sold, and the suppliers can get 30% of the profits, while the AZ Mal family gets 70%.

"Crazy, you want to ruin the spice business. Mace erupted in anger that didn't suit his temperament, her fists slamming into the table, her nails digging into the flesh, and blood pouring out, as she tried to bribe the supplier with some of her money to tell the information about her secret rival.

But the suppliers also seem to have received greater benefits from the other side, and did not buy the temptation of Mace, and even threatened Mace that if anyone tried to intervene violently and break the rules of business, they would mercilessly stop supplying the Alkmaar family.

Mace tried to send someone to investigate the secret opponent, but the people who sent him out either found nothing, or they were lost in the sea, and there was no reply, as if they were gone forever.

Now that the fifth agent has disappeared, Mace is driven crazy by this incident, and she feels that she can't solve this matter on her own, and needs to ask for help from a big person.

Clark, a local wine dealer, has gray hair, most of his business has been handed over to future generations, and he enjoys a happy old age, his mind is still clear, and his eyes are as bright as if he were young, thanks to his love of playing chess, a game of chess that keeps his mind active and does not suffer from Alzheimer's disease like other older people.

In addition to this, he is also passionate about many things, such as growing flowers and raising dogs, and Clark is physically strong enough to afford these things.

"Bobby, you need to eat more. The old man, dressed in modest clothes, poured the prepared meat into the dog food bowl, and then affectionately stroked the fur and head of each dog, and he could clearly call out the name of each dog, and Poppy was one of them.

Walking to the corner and picking up a shovel to shovel off the thick snow in front of the apartment, Clarke's later life is so comfortable, this is the dream of many people.

Suddenly a dozen dogs barked, and Clark looked up and saw a figure outside the fence, a young man in a linen black trench coat with a top hat covering his face.

"Hey, you guys need to be quiet. Clark quieted a dozen dogs and walked over to the young man standing outside the fence. "Young man, you seem to be in trouble. ”

The young man took off his top hat, showed his handsome face, and saluted with it on his chest. "Mr. Clark, I'm sorry to disturb you, I'm Font, a member of the First Court of Brote City, and I'd like to ask you about something, would you be able to talk to me about it. ”

Clarke, a staff member of Court No. 1, did not like that place, because he had suffered a big loss there, but out of politeness, he could not turn away a court worker.

The fireplace in the room was blazing, and the apartment was smoking, and there was no sense of the bitter winter cold, and Font sat on the sofa, watched the old man pour two cups of hot coffee for himself and his guests, and walked over with a sturdy step, and handed one of the cups.

"Thank you. Wundt took the coffee and took a sip, and the chill in his body was also driven away.

"Young man, I don't know why you're looking for me, but to be honest I don't really like people from the court. Clark made his position clear as he sipped his hot coffee. "But that's just my personal feelings, and if the court wants me to help investigate some of the facts, I, as a citizen, have reason to tell you anything. ”

Wundt looked at the old man appreciatively. "Your quick thinking doesn't quite match your age, and now that you've guessed, I can omit those opening lines. ”

Clark raised his right hand and stretched out his index finger, his bright eyes revealing wisdom, signaling Font not to worry. "It's just that the simple conversation is too boring, we can find some fun and make the conversation more interesting. ”

Wundt didn't know what the old man was going to do, so he watched the old man mysteriously take out a huge box from a certain room in the apartment, put it on the table in front of him, and opened the box after sitting down, his expression revealing excitement and enthusiasm. "Come on, young man, play a game with me, damn snow makes it impossible for old Coles to come and play chess with me, and you will take his place, and it won't disturb your work. ”

Retired Clark lives here, and the children and grandchildren are busy with their own business, and no one wants to accompany him as an old man, so he has to try to find some fun for himself, planting flowers, raising dogs, and including playing chess with Coles, who is also old, which is his way of having fun and passing the time.

What an interesting old man, Font fiddled with the chess pieces and did not forget to get down to business. "Mr. Clark, I have come here to inquire with you about a case you submitted to the court concerning red wine and lost the case, and I have checked the files and found that there are many doubts about it, such as what happened when your lawyer suddenly died violently, and you lost the case after resuming the court when you had the upper hand. ”

Clark's hand fiddling with the chess pieces trembled, and he looked up at the young man in front of him, his face turned flushed, and the old man who was calm just now was a little excited. "That damn case was an eternal pain for me, and my lawyer went wrong at the most important moment, and I ended up losing to my opponent. ”

"You suspect there's something wrong with that case?" Vonte channeled Clark into revealing something he knew.

"No, there is no problem with the court in that case, and it is impossible for the court to support a person who has not even been able to put together favorable evidence to refute the other party in a hurry because of the accidental death of the lawyer. Clark explained seriously. "As much as I hated the fact that the court had ruled against me, I could not slander the fairness of justice, and at that time, in order to prevent the other side from grasping our counteroffensive strategy, I made a serious mistake by not putting the evidence in writing, but having the lawyer memorize it in my mind and present it in court. ”

But it all messed up because of the lawyer's accidental death, Clark swore solemnly. "But losing the case doesn't mean I'm on the evil side, I lost the case just because of the lack of a chain of evidence, you know what I mean. ”

What a brilliant plan, even Clark, who had personally experienced the lawsuit, could not find any fault, attributing the reason for losing the case to the death of the lawyer, rather than suspecting that the opponent had done something, Alkmaar was a genius, Font did not believe this, he firmly believed that there was definitely something wrong with it.

"What was the cause of the lawyer's death?" said Wundt, who was not going to give up.

"Heart disease. Clark recalled, "It's a shame that the doctor diagnosed him with a heart attack, but it was unbelievable that he was a healthy, energetic young man with a great future in the judiciary who suddenly developed a heart attack." ”

"Hereditary?"

"No, there is no hereditary heart disease in his family, it should be acquired. Clark frowned. "The doctor can't find out the cause, the pain is like the devil, always without warning, so I often persuade my children and grandchildren to pay attention to their health, and you too, young man, pay attention to life, don't always be so diligent and desperate. ”

There is no genetic history of heart disease in the family, and a healthy young person suddenly develops a heart attack with no way to find out why. Wundt expressed his gratitude to the old man for his concern. "You remember the lawyer's grave, I want to pay a respect, although I have never met him, he is as diligent as I am, and it is worth my own visit. ”

"Wilson Cemetery District, White Bryant. Clark lands the piece on the apron. "Young man, you've lost. ”

Wundt shook his head. "Looks like I'm going to have to practice hard and get a chance to play a set against you and get a game back. ”

"You're busy, then. "Clark won the game and was in a good mood.

"Well, it's time for me to leave, I played a game of chess with an old man during work hours, and my boss will definitely punish me for it. Wundt quipped, got up, put on his trench coat and left.

The Wilson Cemetery area is a large cemetery, almost all the middle class in Blot City will be buried there after death, there are many people who go to the cemetery every day to mourn friends and relatives, and there are also grave keepers, digging other people's graves is not a glorious thing, you have to wait until the evening to act.

Back inside the office, there was a knock on the office door.

Luke walked in, his waxed brown leather boots were an eye-catcher. "Font, how is the work, it's really useless for a smart person like you to stay in this position. ”

"It would be great to have a beautiful assistant with you. Font was on a playful side, guessing what Alkmaar was trying to tell him, and that the celebrities around him wouldn't knock on his office door for a compliment.

"Let's get down to business, Mr. Fonte, Mr. Alkmaar's business has a little problem, someone wants to oppose Alkmaar, and a smart person like you needs to take a look at it, dig up his information, and I can explain it to Mr. Alkmaar. Luke wiped his palms with a silk scarf, his cleanliness habit was so bad that he felt uncomfortable even if he was exposed to other people's smells, but AZ Alkmaar was an exception.

"Okay, willing to serve. Wundt agreed without hesitation. "You'll have to tell me the specifics, though. ”

Luke handed the envelope with the joy of believing it to Font and turned to leave, but he couldn't understand Mr. Alkmaar's decision to hand over such a big task to a young man with malicious intentions, originally hearing Mace's request for help, Luke was planning to send a few trustworthy spies to investigate, the Alkmaar family has a lot of powerful spies, although the strength of those people is not as good as Wundt, but the investigation of the businessmen against them is enough.

When he told Alkmaar about his decision, Alkmaar vetoed his plan and insisted that he should send the young man there, and he had to go and ask for clarification.