Chapter 534

After waking up, he was no longer sleepy. He sat on the bed and stared at the spacious bedroom in a daze. The area of ​​this bedroom is as large as the living room of his house in Nolan. In front of the door is a desk and bookshelf facing the exquisite glass window. On the left side of the door is a sofa coffee table that is expensive and quite feminine.

As for the bed where he lies, he needs to walk up three small steps to the left from where the desk and bookshelf are located. The bed is located on the platform on the steps, but the height difference is not very large.

The bed is a large bed with curtains, and the four corner pillars hang the gauze. Facing the bed sideways are the dressing table and the makeup mirror. There are three large mirrors and one small one. The largest one in the middle is a few feet away from touching the roof, and the two mirrors connected to it are slightly smaller. The dressing table is not a straight long table. It has a slight arc, so sitting on the small stool with red cushions facing the large mirror is equidistant from the three mirrors.

"This is definitely Dolores's former bedroom, and she gave it to me because I came here."

This was not the first time he came to this conclusion. The first time he came here, Jenkins smelled the unique perfume used by Dolores from the air.

"Oh, what am I thinking."

He scratched his hair, then got out of bed and prepared to wash up. He looked back at his cat and waved to ask if it wanted to follow him. The cat, lying on the bed like a long strip, with its chin on the soft mattress, "meowed~". Jenkins thought it meant that it didn't want to go.

After washing up, it was still not six o'clock, so Jenkins returned to Nolan to try his luck and see if he could enter the weird doomsday world again. But no matter how he circled around at home, it was useless, so he simply wrote a letter to Hathaway to explain the matter of [Doomsday Fantasy].

Now he didn't know the rules of the fantasy world to pull people in, so in the spirit of insurance, he told Hathaway everything. The source of the information was the Church of the Sages. Now that Hathaway knew that he was a scribe, the church would probably get information from the black market today. This explanation was flawless.

The letter had to be delivered by himself. Yesterday was Friday, and Hathaway must have stayed at home. This was the rule of Earl Hesha's family.

So Jenkins pretended to be taking a morning walk, and after changing his appearance, he walked into Nolan at five in the morning. It rained last night, and it was foggy this morning. The streets looked smoky, and the sun was about to rise in the morning of spring, which made the street scene have a different charm.

Unfortunately, only Jenkins could appreciate the streets of Nolan at five in the morning, because he didn't meet any pedestrians until he came to the vicinity of Hesha's mansion.

When he entered the alley, he scared two wild cats that were foraging here, and they quickly disappeared on the other side of the alley. Jenkins watched them leave with some guilt, then looked up in the direction of Hathaway's bedroom, and saw that she was at home.

The envelope was a normal envelope, and the stamp was made by Jenkins himself. In this way, normal letters did not need to be sent to Hathaway alone at the risk of being sent alone. Jenkins put it in the mailbox of Hesha Mansion and left.

Of course, before leaving, he did not forget to buy some soft bread from the bakery that had just opened on the corner of the street, and then put it next to the place where the two wild cats had escaped.

"There are still many poor people who can't eat, but I bought expensive bread and put it next to the trash can. I have really changed a lot... After returning, I will donate to the Sage Church in Loen in my own name. Speaking of which, I have never donated money in Loen."

Chocolate did not follow because of laziness. Jenkins walked alone on the street, and his steps were much lighter. On the one hand, this was because he no longer had to carry a big meat ball called chocolate, and on the other hand, he did not need to pay attention to whether his cat was happy all the time.

There were still about forty minutes before six o'clock, but most of the shops on the street were ready to open. Women carrying baskets to buy vegetables came to the street early, and the carriages carrying goods galloped on the empty road.

Jenkins watched all this with interest, and was happy about the peace in Nolan today. But thinking of the addictive tobacco and the doomsday fantasy, he couldn't help but feel a little haze in his heart. He sighed and looked at the gloomy sky covered by black fog, and then felt his shoes being gently hit by something.

Chapter 1298 Chapter 1277 Milk on the table

Feeling his shoes being hit, Jenkins looked down and saw that it was a rough-made small leather ball, which looked like it was made from the steam bag on a broken steam engine. When the three William brothers were young, they also had similar toys. At first glance, the original owner's memory surged up from the depths of his mind.

He bent down to pick up the ball, and then looked around. Sure enough, he saw two boys not far away who looked worried and wanted to leave but were reluctant to leave.

Jenkins smiled and threw the ball to the two. His strength was just right, and the ball fell in front of the boys. The older boy immediately picked up the ball, bowed slightly to Jenkins with his companions, and then left as if running away.

The gloomy weather did not affect Jenkins's good mood. When he returned to St. George Street, he happened to meet the postman delivering letters. He was not in his usual state, so he did not go up to talk to him. After sneaking into the house from the backyard, he saw his neighbor Mr. Goodman kissing Mrs. Goodman goodbye in the yard from the window.

Jenkins could only wait for a long time before going out to take the letter and newspaper into the house.

"A letter from a reader forwarded by the publisher...Mr. Nellie asked me to meet to discuss the timing of dividends...The publisher, Mr. Bro, asked me if I was writing a third book... ...bills from the milkman...tax notices...letters without signatures and stamps..."

He looked at the last letter. There was not a word written on the envelope, not even a stamp. Jenkins wasn't sure if it was delivered by the postman just now. He went out this morning without checking his mailbox, so he didn't know if it was lying in his mailbox when he came back in the morning.

After confirming that the letter was made of ordinary paper, he used an envelope that had not even been sealed. There was only a piece of paper inside, written in poor-looking print:

【Are you interested in investing in a new model of steam engine? If you are interested, you can send us a letter to meet your investment needs. 】

Below was a line of mailing address and remittance address. Jenkins tilted his head and read it several times before realizing it was a scammer.

After he returned to Loen, he told Alexia and Dolores about this incident as a joke, and the ladies also thought it was funny.

Jenkins had long thought that after Fabry's scam, someone would realize that it was an easy and low-cost way to make money, but he didn't expect that someone would try to deceive him so soon.

"This is why major kingdoms are reforming their financial departments and reorganizing their banking industries. In addition to preventing the next large-scale scam that lies to believers, we also have to be vigilant about Miss Fabry's 'leading' and 'demonstrating' role."

Dolores said slowly and glanced at Jenkins secretly. Of course she knew who Miss Fabry was.

"In my speech this afternoon, I can focus on preventing this low-level fraud."

Jenkins said.

"But haven't you finished writing your speech? I remember it was on the theme of 'interest rates, exchange rates, inflation'... I like the word 'inflation' you invented."

Alexia asked.

"I don't know much about that topic, but when it comes to fraud prevention, I think my level is pretty high. It's not troublesome to revise the speech, it only takes two hours, and I don't have anything to do in the morning."

Jenkin himself is not a student of finance, and what he studied has nothing to do with finance. The finance that he can talk about has been heard from various aspects, seen and experienced personally, so it is very unsystematic; but for fraud prevention, he has been exposed to it from various channels since he was a child. In school life, He was even forced to attend many highly professional presentations.

Therefore, compared with financial reform, he is very confident in preventing fraud.

The speech was scheduled for the afternoon, so Jenkins could fully prepare in the morning. He was not in a hurry at the breakfast table, and was even in the mood to tease Chocolate with a piece of bacon.

While observing the ladies at the table, I saw Dolores frowning at the glass of milk in front of her, and then I remembered that I seemed to have heard from Julia that Dolores didn't like drinking milk.

"It tastes really bad."

Seeing that Jenkins noticed her, Her Royal Highness the Princess explained, and then naturally pushed the cup to her sister aside. The little princess looked at the two glasses of milk in front of her, with a more sad expression on her face than Dolores.

"Your Highness, this is wrong."

Julia reminded behind her, then turned to call the maid and asked her to bring the milk jug and empty cup from the dining car. Julia poured Dolores a cup herself.

"I understand. So who on earth said that drinking more milk is good for your health, and what on earth did he do to the cows..."

Dolores muttered something very unladylike in a low voice, showing a rare childish side. Jenkins smiled and lowered his head, and continued to tease his cat, but saw the cat looking at Agelina Stuart sitting across the table, or more accurately, staring at the two people in front of her. glass of milk, so Jenkins asked the maid to fetch one of the glasses.

Except for the cat, even the little princess showed grateful expressions to him.

Now Her Royal Highness Agelina Stuart is ready to live in this manor permanently. Although Jenkins rarely sees her in daily life, at least everyone eats at the same table.

Dolores was not very keen on winning over her brothers and sisters. She did not take the initiative to contact other people, but focused on managing the financial department. Therefore, the third Stuart has not moved in yet, and according to Julia's information, most of her brothers and sisters who are interested in the throne are wooing their relatives. Jenkins is very puzzled by this.

"Is it true that the Stuart family's rule for electing the throne is that contenders vote for each other?"

Of course this cannot be the case. The real reason is that Salsi II now assigns management and even leading positions in the government and army to almost all children with independent judgment.

Every time you win the support of a Stuart, you gain more power. In the current situation where Salsi II has not made a clear statement, secret preparations and competition to win over each other are the most civilized ways of competition before they break up.

"Isn't this just raising gu?"

Jenkins muttered in his heart, and the cat who read this idea tilted his head and thought carefully about what "gu" was.

PS: Yes, the two in the morning were even more unexpected. I set the wrong time again... I didn't expect to update 8,000 words today... Please help me.

Chapter 1299 Chapter 1,278 Loen Speech

Even the people who don't know the truth can feel that something is wrong with the atmosphere in Loen recently. It's not just that the powerful dukes or representatives who guard the border frequently return to Loen. Just the daily newspapers, in addition to the disaster relief news, the frequent personnel transfers of the parliament and the city hall can make any politically sensitive citizens feel that the storm is coming.

His Majesty the King has not appeared in public since the attack at the opening of the Ice and Snow Festival that day. Although the royal family and the government are claiming that His Majesty the King is safe, it does not mean that everyone believes it.

Fortunately, there is no excellent image modification technology in this era, so the photo of Dolores's father appeared on the front page, which barely suppressed the restless atmosphere in the kingdom.

But now even the ordinary citizens far away in Nolan like to talk about the affairs of the Kingdom of Hampavo as a daily pastime. Jenkins believed that many people knew about the physical condition of Salsi II, and even if they didn't know, smart people could probably guess it based on his recent unusual decrees and performance.

After breakfast, he wrote a new speech in Dolores' study. In order to concentrate, even Chocolate was locked outside the study. But he forgot to close the window of the study, so soon, the cat "flew" in from the window. Jenkins swore that the cat's swooping into the window was not much different from flying.

It was relieved to see Jenkins, and then curled up into a small ball of fur and lay beside Jenkins' hand until Jenkins finished writing the last word, then meowed and stepped back and forth on the manuscripts.

The ladies were not idle in the morning either, they also had to attend the speech. For such an important occasion, the clothes and decorations must be appropriate. They were not procrastinators. In the morning, they not only chose clothes for themselves, but also contacted the Sage Church to prepare Jenkins' clothes.

"Oh, this hairstyle... is cute."

When Dolores saw Dolores again, she was wearing a light blue fluffy skirt, and about one-third of her hair was curled by some unknown means. This hairstyle can't be said to suit her very well, but because he is used to seeing long straight hair, it can also make Jenkins feel bright.

"Jenkins, it's better not to use the word "cute" to describe adult women in the future."

Alexia reminded, she and Julia also chose clothes for themselves, and Jenkins' clothes were placed in his bedroom. After putting on the clothes, Julia brought a team of maids to Jenkins' bedroom and asked him to sit in front of the large and exaggerated makeup mirror. The maids took turns to apply something he couldn't recognize to his face and hair.

"Actually, this is fine. I'm not used to using cosmetics."

Jenkins complained to Alexia in a low voice. The short lady stood aside with her arms folded, looking at Jenkins' face through the mirror.

"This is an important occasion. Even for Dolores' sake, you must accept this arrangement...Does Chocolate need makeup? I don't think you will leave it at home."

"Give me a brand new small comb later. It must be new, not used by others or other cats. I will just comb Chocolate's hair. Alexia, I know what you want to say, but I have tried to put a bow or a bell on it countless times, but never succeeded. I have given up on the decoration of Chocolate."

When Julia personally picked up the lipstick and approached Jenkins, he finally couldn't help jumping up from the stool, and then swore to the sage that he would be angry.

So in the end, he just let the maid take care of his hair, and even the powder on his face was rejected by Jenkins. But Dolores thought that this dress was very good, but it was Alexia who did the work of arranging Jenkins' bow tie in the end.

Dolores swore that she saw her teacher flying at that time to make their eyes parallel.

After dressing up, it was lunch time, and after lunch, the group prepared to enter the city surrounded by the motorcade. On the way, Dolores also reminded Jenkins that there would be many people present today, so there would be some malicious people among them.

"The end of the speech is the question-and-answer session. I wanted to cancel this session, but it is against the rules."

Dolores said embarrassedly.

"I understand. In fact, any speaker will be wary of the final question-and-answer session because they never know who their audience is."

First, he went to Dolores' club in the city to meet her supporters and followers. After receiving some flattery, he headed towards the House of Representatives.

More than a week has passed since the riot that day, but the impact of the two shells that fell in the city has not been eliminated. The garbage from the destroyed blocks and buildings on the Parliament Square has been cleared, and now the open space in front of the House of Representatives has expanded by more than five times.

Scaffolding is set up on the outside of the building that needs to be repaired, and workers push wheelbarrows on the dedicated construction passage. It is very busy here. Workers in tattered clothes and dusty faces meet the nobles passing by in gorgeous clothes on the same street, which looks magical.

The carriage team came from the other side of the avenue and stopped safely in front of the stone steps of the House of Representatives. Jenkins, who got off the carriage first, looked back at the bustling square like a parking lot and the hole in the center blocked by a fence, wondering when the place would be fully restored.

Because of the large audience, the speech was held directly in the main auditorium of the House of Representatives. The structure here is similar to that of the institution of the same name in Jenkin's world. , surrounding the central podium, rows of seats were raised one after another. The seats near the wall were the highest row.

When Jenkins was about to go in, there was already a lot of people inside. Alexia gave Jenkins an encouraging look, and then walked with Dolores to the gentlemen and ladies who stood up to greet them.

"Ahem~"

He coughed a few times and the cat squatting on his shoulders straightened his back. As Jenkins entered through the side door, people who noticed him began to applaud.

By the time he walked up to the podium in the center and placed his manuscript on the table, everyone had stood up and applauded. Some even took off their hats to say to Jenkins,

The young man under the light took a deep breath and looked around at the people standing from left to back. Black formal suits were the main sight in front of him, and a very small number of ladies were also wearing serious skirts.

There were very few young people, mostly middle-aged and elderly people. Most of them stared at Jenkins' face and clapped slowly and evenly, as if they were considering whether the young people who were also staring at them deserved to applaud.

According to etiquette, open your right arm and tilt it outward, bend the fingertips of your left arm back together and point it on your chest, then bow slightly, and the applause immediately disappears. In thin whispers, people took their seats one by one, waiting for Jenkins to speak.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen and ladies."

In the customary opening remarks, Jenkins' voice was loud and clear, and his accent was close to the local dialect of Runen, which he had learned from Dolores in the past six months.

Everything went on in an orderly manner, and based on specific cases, Jenkins perfectly presented the prepared financial fraud and anti-fraud speeches.

Just those examples that have never been seen in this world are new enough for the audience. Coupled with the proper nouns that he deliberately complicated the definition of, and the rules and principles that he explained in three circles, this is enough to be called a speech with enough content.

Time flies so fast that once you speak, you don’t realize the passage of time. There were two breaks during the period for the audience to go to the toilet and for Jenkins to take a drink of water. By the time he finished speaking all he wanted to say and greeted the audience again, the sun was already setting outside the window.

Continuous applause erupted around the spacious hall like shrapnel from a bomb. Jenkins faced the applause with a smile, then raised his hands and pressed his palms down slightly, and the applause naturally and gradually disappeared.

"Gentlemen and ladies, I am very happy to be able to pass on the meager knowledge I have to you in this place full of glory. I have been invited by Her Royal Highness Dolores Stuart to live in Loon for a period of time. If you have any questions, you can write to me. Of course, if you have any questions about my speech just now, you can talk about it now and I will answer it.”

There are all decent people here with status and status. Naturally, no one would ask embarrassing questions such as "What is your relationship with the third princess?" in such a public place. Jenkins selected a few people who looked more stable and sat in the seats. The questioners in the front row answered those questions in turn.

He doesn’t know much about Ponzi schemes, but because he has operated it once, his systematic explanation is no problem. It’s just that most of the questions asked by those who asked the questions were too weird. The oldest-looking gentleman asked very straightforwardly:

"What should be done to completely prevent those scammers from appearing again?"

I'm afraid even God can't answer this question, let alone Jenkins... It seems that he can barely be called God. As long as human greed does not disappear, greedy people will always plan scams, and greedy people will always step into scams.

It is impossible to eradicate such scams, but if you just want to use reasonable legal and regulatory systems to suppress such crimes to a minimum, then Jenkins can still give a decent answer.

According to the original plan, the final question time should be determined according to the length of the speech. When Jenkins announced the start of the question-and-answer session, he looked up and saw the middle-aged gentleman standing at the end and highest point of the auditorium holding out three fingers to him, and he knew that he could only choose three people at most.

The old-fashioned gentleman just now is the deputy speaker of the House of Representatives and a follower of Dolores. He is mainly responsible for Jenkins' speech.

Chapter 1300 Chapter 1279 Tobacco Follow-up

The first old gentleman asked how to completely eradicate the "Fabry Scam". The current God of Lies has no good solution and can only give appropriate countermeasures.

The second, a tall, thin middle-aged man with red hair, asked about the difference between the "Fabry Scam" in amassing wealth and the bank's collection of deposits. This is a pretty good question, but it’s a pity that Jenkins can’t give a very profound answer. He can only answer based on the national or religious reputation behind the bank, but the audience is also not very knowledgeable, so this answer sounds okay.

The last questioner, Jenkins wanted to choose from the audience in the back row, could not help but feel relieved when he thought that he could rest after answering the next questioner.

Looking around, he saw Dolores and Alexia looking at him and smiling, and his joy became stronger, so he pointed at a young man at random. The young gentleman pointed by Jenkins was very surprised, and looked around to see if he was really the one chosen. At this time, another young man who was three rows away from him suddenly stood up, and then, regardless of what others said, he quickly said:

"I'm glad you allow me to ask you a question."

"Huh? I'm obviously pointing to..."