William was pleased with Christine's reaction, and he continued reservedly:

"Yes, a full £100, which is certainly not a small amount of money, but the expectations and returns of the project are guaranteed, and in this day and age, only those who are brave enough to seize the opportunity can come out."

It's the best of times, and it's the worst of times, and those who are brave enough to take their chances can come out on top or fall off a cliff.

Ademisor sighed in his heart, and immediately felt that this investment project seemed to be somewhat familiar.

The scam of Lanreus?

Soon, Mr. Kadir's words confirmed his conjecture.

"William is right, Mr Lanerus is a reliable and respectable young man with a wealth of connections in both West Villas and Ahowa and this investment is a great opportunity to make money."

Several people at the table showed interested expressions and inquired one after another.

Seeing this, Ademisol hurriedly coughed lightly: "I suggest being cautious, I've heard similar scams before..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted rudely by William waving his hand:

"It won't be a scam, the inspection representative hired by the investor will leave next week, and all kinds of documents are complete, foolproof."

Mr. Kadir agreed, but in a softer tone: "Yes, there is no problem with this project, and I personally invested 50 pounds, but thank you for the reminder." ”

What kind of medicine did Lan Erus give them, and he was so convinced, he should be said to be a fraudster in Sequence 8.

Ademisor's thoughts turned, and wisely not to spoil the mood any further, he asked, feigning interest:

"I don't know where to contact this Mr. Lanerus, I happened to be looking for some good investment projects recently."

Kadir looked regretful when he heard this.

"It's not a coincidence that Mr. Lanerus has been going to the port of Nmatt to meet the investors these days, and he is not in Tingen, but I will help convey your wishes when he returns."

Port of Enmat? It's hiding, after all, in addition to cheating money, he is also responsible for the arrival of the evil god.

Thinking about it this way, this gentleman is also very busy.

Bowing slightly, Ademisol earnestly instructed, "If Mr. Lanerus returns, please tell me that I want to pay a visit." ”

"That's no problem, he's a warm gentleman and never minds making new friends." Kadir smiled and nodded.

The rest of the conversation was mainly an observer, listening to several guests talk about interesting things about their lives and work.

Mr. Kadir works as a manager in a foreign trade company, mainly responsible for the import and export of Intis, and he will tell some Intis meat jokes from time to time to make the gentlemen in the audience smile.

Christine, on the other hand, blushed, and always cast a reproachful glance at Mr. Kadir for such an ungentlemanly act.

After exchanging addresses and business cards with a few new neighbors, Ademisol got up to leave.

He reminded Mr. Kadir, who had sent him out, to beware of investment scams, only to receive a polite nod and smile.

Knowing that the other party would not listen to his advice, Ademisol did not force it, and politely said goodbye and returned to his home.

He casually hung his coat and politeness on the hanger, and his mind raced to think about whether to tell the captain about Lanrius and ask them to help investigate.

He rubbed his brow and walked to the couch in the living room and sat down.

After a moment of silence, he decided not to disclose the matter to the substitute for the time being.

The first is that he has no evidence of Lan'erus's fraud, let alone the existence of extraordinary power in this matter, if it is reported, he will definitely be questioned about the source, which is difficult to explain.

The second is that this is likely to change the "script", thus attracting the attention of the "0-08" seal, which makes people feel horrible.

He said a word of admonition to himself in his heart, and then silently prayed for his neighbor, Mr. Kadir.

Fortunately, Mr. Kadir only invested 50 pounds, which was not completely unbearable, at least he should not have taken his life after discovering that he had been deceived.

Ademisol tried to put himself on the bright side.

……

Early Monday morning, a drizzle of rain fell from the sky, the weather became overcast, and the temperature plummeted.

Ademisor, who left the house early, subconsciously shuddered.

Looks like I'm going to buy a few more thick clothes, this damn the weather.

Cursing a few words in his heart, he stretched out the umbrella in his hand and walked briskly through the gray and white buildings to the door of the Violet Club.

Slightly embarrassed, he put away his umbrella, and Otto at the front desk took the initiative to come up and help.

"What the hell is the weather." Ademisore complained, then looked at the front stage in front of him, and asked in a casual tone, "Hasn't Biel come yet?" ”

"Not yet, sir, he's on sick leave."

Otto replied softly with a polite attitude.

"Sick—" Ademisore chuckled, shook his head and said nothing more.

It may be that the other party feels that it is too embarrassing to be jumped by the immortals, so he wants to hide for a few days to do psychological construction.

He remembered the reckless act of going to the shooting club before, and once again reminded himself in his heart not to rush to contact Klein.

Walking slowly up to the second floor, it was a little deserted.

He knocked softly on the door of the captain's office, and after a few moments no one answered.

Apparently not yet, he walked on, to the library and archives that belonged to him and Caitlyn.

Caitlyn was already here, and looking at the lady's long-standing outfit, Ademisore wondered if she was the only one who had it.

Of course, it would be rude to ask the lady about such a thing, and he nodded slightly in acknowledgment before withdrawing his gaze.

"Captain, they're all out, and it's just the two of us and Rex who stay here in the morning."

Caitlin spoke up.

"Really? Where did they go? Is there another runaway!? ”

Ademisor asked anxiously.

"Calm down." Caitlyn's melodious voice dissipated Ademisor's impatience.

"Fuhrman and William went to deal with a murder case involving extraordinary powers, and the news came last night that the above took the case out of control very seriously, and that there was help coming from Port Enmat today, and the captain took the rest of the people to meet him."

Help?

Ademisor's heart moved, and he secretly guessed who the person who would come.

Maybe it's a mid-to-high sequence powerhouse?

But the killer of the runaway case is likely to have fled the city of Tingen, so what's the use of sending someone now?

Either way, it's a good thing, and maybe the new helpers will be able to find more clues from the previous cases of getting out of control.

Thinking of this, he perked up.

"Thank you for informing, I'm calm."

Ademisor thanked Caitlin softly, put the Fundamentals of the Occult back on the shelf, pulled out a copy of Elementary Hermeus as instructed by the lady, and took it back to her seat to read.