Volume 1: When a Male Appears, People Pay Attention. Chapter 78 Mr. Dugar (Third Update, Please Vote for Me)

It rained all night and finally stopped in the early morning. The whole city is filled with the warm atmosphere from the ocean. Although it is late autumn, there is no winter atmosphere in Liverpool, which is close to the Atlantic Ocean.

People who go to work in the morning all carry an umbrella with them. Who knows when it will rain again.

It is the rainy season in the British Isles at this time, and it is normal for it to rain non-stop all day long.

People living here are obviously used to this kind of weather. Only people who are new here will make a fuss about the weather in Liverpool.

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Before Givendugar entered the office, everyone in the office was discussing yesterday's local derby with great interest, but when he appeared, all the discussion disappeared.

No one even dared to go see the transformation.

He is the oldest person in this office and he is also a die-hard Everton player. In the "Liverpool Echo" where he works, Liverpool fans make up the majority. Take the office of the "Citizen Services" section as an example. In this office, he is the only Everton football fan.

Dugar seemed not to notice this change among his colleagues. He greeted everyone calmly, took off his coat, hung it on the coat rack, and sat in front of his computer.

He is the editor of a dedicated citizen section of the Liverpool Echo.

Every day, we receive many letters, e-mails, and phone calls from citizens who want to publish various announcements and news in newspapers. For example, lost and found items, missing person notices, statements, announcements...

Givendugar is specifically responsible for handling these requests, and it does not mean that all requests will be published in the newspaper and need to be screened.

And it comes with a fee.

Newspapers are not charities.

Dugar acted so calmly not because he really didn't hear other people's comments, but because he was used to it.

It took him three years to learn to calmly accept losing the local derby. Everton really can't take advantage of Liverpool now. If you understand this, there is nothing to be angry about. Liverpool is stronger, this is a natural result.

Although he was actually in pain.

The best way to make yourself forget the pain of failure is to work.

Instead of reading today's news, he turned on the computer and started working.

Dugar's arrival also announced that the discussion in the office about last night's game was over.

Dugar is the oldest person in the office. Regardless of the hatred between the two teams, Dugar is still a good person. He is very enthusiastic. This may be an essential quality for a person in charge of serving citizens.

He is a kind and enthusiastic person who is naturally popular in the office. Therefore, everyone is very sensible and will not discuss Liverpool's game in front of him, especially after the local derby.

When Dugar just started working, an elderly man came in at the door. He looked depressed when he entered. Then he walked straight to the table closest to the door and said to the newspaper staff sitting behind the table: "I want to Post a missing item notice"

The young man behind the table nodded and began to take out a pen and paper to record: "Okay, sir. What do you need to collect?" Unexpectedly, this simple question irritated the old gentleman. His mood suddenly became agitated, his face flushed, and he couldn't stop talking when he opened his mouth. He talked endlessly but incoherently, and at the same time he kept waving his arms.

"Yes, it's a game ticket! It's a game ticket! I lost it. I don't know when or where I lost it. Anyway, when I got home, I found that I couldn't find it anywhere. Got it, I can't find it. That ticket is very important to me!

Very important! We were very sad to lose it. I didn't even sleep well last night... I came early today, and I hope I can get your help... I... I..."

The young man frowned as he listened, still unable to understand what the old gentleman said. All he knew was that the old gentleman had lost a ticket, but it was just a ticket. Was it that important? Of course he knew that there was a Liverpool derby last night, which was the focus of the local media today.

No matter how focused it is, the tickets for this game are nothing rare and do not have any commemorative significance.

He didn't understand why the old gentleman valued this ticket so much?

You know, there are many people who have torn up their tickets to vent their anger when the game is going on.

Could it be that this old gentleman is a Liverpool football player?

That's not necessary, Liverpool hasn't lost to Everton in four seasons. Does this ticket have any special meaning?

The old gentleman was still talking and dancing, but his words were still incoherent.

His voice gradually became louder.

Soon he had the entire office's attention.

Dugar was also so noisy that he couldn't work anymore. He stood up and looked at the door: "Heath, what's going on over there?"

The young man called "His" pointed to the old man and said to Dugar: "Uh, Mr. Dugar. This old gentleman said he lost a ticket and he wanted to publish a missing item notice."

When he said this, Heath had a strange expression on his face. He felt that this old gentleman should be a Liverpool footballer. He didn't know what the consequences would be at this sensitive moment after letting Mr. Dugar know his identity...

But Dugar walked out of his seat, walked up to the old gentleman, reached out and patted his shoulder as a gesture of comfort.

Then he pulled the old gentleman out of the office. There was a small lounge outside the office. It is a place for citizens who come to do business to rest. There is a row of sofas and a coffee table, as well as several chairs.

Dugar asked the old gentleman to sit on the sofa and then moved a chair to sit opposite the old gentleman.

With a kind smile on his face, he first calmed down the old gentleman: "Don't worry, sir. If you have anything to say, you can speak slowly."

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In the office, behind closed doors, everyone marveled at Dugar's enthusiasm.

"Mr. Dugar is always so enthusiastic..."

"Good man! Good man! But why is he just an Everton footballer?" "Shhh...be careful not to let Hua hear it!"

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Dugar didn't know what his colleagues thought of him in the office. He was comforting Mr. Samuel Mertz who had lost his ticket.

He hasn't asked what specific tickets were missing, it doesn't matter. The important thing is to let the owner calm down first so that he can reorganize his language, otherwise he will not be able to speak clearly at all.

With his constant comfort, Mr. Mertz finally calmed down.

He could finally start telling Dugar the details of what had happened yesterday.

"I went to watch the match between Liverpool and Everton last night"

If someone from Duggar was at the scene at the same time, they would definitely be worried about Mertz's words.

Aren't you trying to stab Mr. Dugar? If he gets angry and doesn't help you deal with it, it's up to you what to do!

But in fact there was no expression change on Dugar's face, as if the match between Everton and Liverpool had nothing to do with him.

He just listened carefully as the old gentleman continued.

In fact, it was this Liverpool player, Mr. Mertz, who went to watch the local derby between Everton and Liverpool yesterday, and then lost one of his tickets. To him, this ticket was very precious. He didn't know what it was. He lost it when he got home, and when he got home, he realized he didn't have the ticket. He immediately returned to Goodison Park and found the groundskeeper who had not yet had time to get off work, asking about the whereabouts of the ticket.

But the groundskeeper told him that no janitor or anyone else had delivered another ticket.

Disappointed, he returned home and tossed and turned, unable to sleep. So early this morning, before dawn, he got up, and then ran to publish a missing object notice while he was working at the newspaper office. He hoped that if a kind person found it, he could send it to him. He was willing to pay a lot of money. !

Dugar listened to this matter patiently, but he had very strong doubts in his heart. He really couldn't figure out what kind of tickets could make this old gentleman value it so much.

"Let me ask you, Mr. Mertz. Is that ticket really that important to you?" Samuel Mertz nodded excitedly and said, "Yes! It's very, very, very important! Because of that ball The ticket is my son's relic! Hearing this, Dugar's expression became solemn. Since it is a relic, it is something with commemorative significance, so it is normal for this old gentleman to value it so much.

He pulled Mr. Mertz and pushed open the office door.

"I'll help you post this missing object notice."

he said.

"Thank you, Mr. Dugar, you are such a good man." Mertz followed Dugar in and thanked him repeatedly.

Seeing Dugar take over the matter, everyone lowered their heads and started doing whatever they were supposed to do. To be honest, this kind of thing happens in their office almost every day, and everyone is used to it.

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Dugar led Mr. Mertz to his desk, motioned for him to sit next to him, and turned on his computer to prepare to record the incident.

He asked while typing on the keyboard: "We need to describe in detail what kind of ticket this is, so Mr. Mertz, can you tell me what kind of ticket it is? For example, color, size, of course The most important thing is the specific content. Which game is this? Time..." Before he could speak, he heard Mr. Mertz's trembling voice say: "It's April 15th, 1st year. Tickets for the match between Liverpool, Liverpool and Nottingham Forest on the same day..." The sound of typing on the keyboard suddenly stopped.

The whole office suddenly fell into silence.

Mr. Dugar raised his head to look at the old man who became excited because of the memories of the past.

His lips were trembling slightly, but he couldn't pronounce a syllable.

Dugar lowered his head again and began typing on the keyboard quickly.

The only sound in the entire office was his typing on the keyboard, and no one said a word.

But those Liverpool fans looked at Mertz differently, and some were even dissatisfied with Mr. Dugar's actions for the first time~

At this time, if you are a real Liverpool fan, shouldn't you get up and hug Mr. Mertz and comfort him?

Sure enough, it’s an Everton ball mi

...,

I said, your team lost to us, so you don’t have to vent your anger here, right?

Just when they were cursing their boss in their hearts and trying to comfort Mertz, Dugar's keyboard typing stopped again.

After he recorded the incident in the book, he stood up and said to Mr. Mertz seriously: "Don't worry, Mr. Mertz. I swear I will get this ticket back for you!"

Now, I'll take you to Mr. Chris Bascombe. "!.