Mystery: The Stars Returner

The smile on Harley's face froze for a moment, and after a while he said: "You just joined today, and I haven't prepared any business cases for you yet."

"How about tomorrow?"

"I can only promise you within a week."

"Okay." Hastur said regretfully.

Harley secretly breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face again.

He did not want the young baron to work at all. He would rather he never showed up and just waited at home to receive his salary.

At least this way, you won't make any mistakes.

Otherwise, if he makes a mistake, he will be the only unlucky person.

No one would hold a baron accountable, let alone risk offending Lord Greco.

After seeing Harley off, Hasta sat alone on the office chair and leaned to the window to admire the street view outside.

After ten minutes, he felt bored and found a book on the bookshelf to read.

The contents of these books are very basic, and there are many commercial cases that the bank has handled. They should be books exclusively used within the bank.

The more I see Hasta, the more I realize how powerful the bank is. They formulate corresponding business rules based on the Loen Law. Basically, they leave a certain amount of room in every business rule to prevent the bank from getting into trouble.

Even if someone really read through Loen's laws and the bank's regulations, even if they are the reasonable party, it will be difficult to win the lawsuit against the bank.

Banks only allow themselves to be winners, and there is no other possibility.

Especially when it comes to insurance rules, banks are playing tricks. As long as the bank does not want to lose money, it does not have to pay compensation, even if it is only 1 penny.

But generally speaking, banks do not

It would be so obvious.

Hastur looked at it carefully. It was not until Harley knocked on his door that he looked at his watch. It read twelve o'clock.

Bavart Bank’s normal working hours:

Go to work at 8:30, get off work at 12:00, go to work at 1:30, and then go home from work at 6:00 p.m.

Working eight hours a day was in line with Emperor Russell's style.

"There is a Desi Bay restaurant nearby that makes very good pies and is worth trying." Harley invited Hasta to have lunch.

In this regard, Hasta naturally would not refuse such a kindness. He also wanted to try how delicious Disi pie was.

After going down the third floor, I came to the bottom floor. The crowd here was still crowded. The bank employees responsible for handling business were divided into two groups. One group handled the affairs first, and the other group took time to eat.

Hastur stood out under Harley's respectful leadership, especially since he was also very good-looking, and many of the female bank employees cast interested glances at him.

Hastur has gradually learned to become immune to such looks.

Harley smiled and joked, "Fortunately this is Backlund. If it were Intis, these girls would have already started to snatch people away."

"No, they will wait patiently until dark and take a stick before taking action." Hastur replied with a smile.

I had a general understanding of Intis, who was born from Roselle.

No wonder Roselle is so good at having fun. Under the influence of the open atmosphere in Intis that has spread throughout the entire northern continent, if he can still remain chaste, he must be either impotent or a saint.

"Once I make enough money, I will go to Intis to experience the local customs and culture. I heard that the people there like the reserved and restrained style of our Loen."

Harley's smile became more pronounced as he thought of the wonderful encounter in Intis in the future.

Hastur smiled but said nothing. He did not tell Harley that in Intis, it was not only the noble ladies and girls who were enthusiastic, but also the male nobles.

In the restaurant, Hasta got to eat the Desi pie as he wished. It was indeed juicy and meaty, leaving a lingering fragrance in the mouth. The best part was the chopped apple pieces. The slightly sour and sweet taste greatly stimulated the taste buds and neutralized the greasiness in the pie. One bite and the flavor was endless.

At the same time, he ordered himself a cup of sweet iced tea. Dixie pie comes with sweet iced tea, and the Fool said it was delicious after eating it.

"In the future, we should hire at least three chefs at home, one for desserts, one for Intis-style cuisine, and one for snacks like Dessi pies. That's how we can enjoy it."

Hastur ate the Dixie pie and imagined his future life.

As soon as he received his first week's salary from the Bavart Bank, he went to hire a butler, a cook, and a maid.

Seeing that Hastur was satisfied with the meal, Harley also breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that the nobles who were used to eating fine food would look down on the more common food like Deasi Pie.

After enjoying lunch, Hasta followed Harley for a stroll in the nearby streets and did not return to the bank until nearly 1:30.

With nothing to do, Hasta continued to study the book "On the Relationship between Banks and Law" that he had read in the morning.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Harley had someone bring him a dessert and a cup of Marquis black tea.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Hasta went home from get off work as usual.

For dinner he chose a lighter vegetable salad and a small rack of lamb.

Read a book at night, and then whip the genie before going to bed.

For six consecutive days, Hasta arrived at work at Bavart Bank at 8:30, opened the office and started reading. After lunch, he continued to read in the office until he got off work and went home at six o'clock.

No matter how he urged in the first five days, Harley refused to let him take over the business case. It was not until the sixth day that Harley, who had no other choice, got him a business case from half a year ago.

My goodness, the defendant in this business case was arrested a month ago on suspicion of fraud, and the relevant follow-up has been completed.

Hastur put the case on the table and rubbed his eyes. He understood Harley's difficulties and did not force him any further.

However, he will not attend this class for the time being because it is too boring.

It is not worth missing Professor Wayne's lecture for this. Even sitting in the court in the afternoon to observe and learn is more interesting than staying here.

The seventh day is a normal rest day, and Hasta will also receive his first weekly salary.

Chapter 19: 10 pounds salary, 30 pounds drink money

10 gold pounds!

The strong fragrance of ink is the smell of money.

Hastur bent the middle finger of his right hand and flicked it twice on the 10 gold pound note, making a trembling sound unique to the note.

Although 10 gold pounds is not much, it is at least the first money I have earned, although this money is somewhat suspicious of free money.

"Would you like to have a drink together after get off work?" As get off work was approaching, Harley came over with a smile on his face and extended an invitation.

Because Hasta told him that he would not come to work at the bank starting next week, and he no longer had to worry about finding suitable business cases.

This sounds a bit embarrassing, but Harley is still very happy. It is best to send him off as soon as possible to avoid being distracted every day.

"It's a good choice."

Hasta nodded in agreement. After all, this was his first salary in this world, so it was indeed worth commemorating.

It’s time to invite Greco, after all, he arranged this job for himself.

Hasta asked Harley to help ask if Grek had time tonight, and if so, they would go out for a drink together.

"Tonight will definitely go as you wish."

Harley left very briskly, and the smile that could not be hidden at the corner of his mouth betrayed the joy in his heart.

That was Mr. Greco, the heir to Duke Negan. He had no chance to meet such a big shot on ordinary days. Even the order assigning him to help take care of Hastur was notified by a vice president who had a good relationship with him. of.

"President Joel should be free tonight, right?"

"Even if he is not free, he will not refuse the opportunity to get closer to Mr. Greco."

"Then why don't you also invite Governor Bouton?"

"Forget it. It's enough that you and President Joel are the only ones to accompany you tonight. Too many people will not be conducive to enhancing the relationship."

Harley kept thinking that he had become a big shot.

……

At eight o'clock in the evening, there were six people sitting in the luxurious private room of the Crown Bar located in the Hillston District Commercial Center.

The inviter of tonight's bar gathering, Hasta, Harley, who is responsible for contacting guests, and the key guest, Greg, are all senior figures of Bavart Bank.

Facing Hastur's slightly inquiring gaze, Harley looked embarrassed and fidgeted.

He originally thought that he would only make an appointment with President Joel. After all, this president was very kind to him, but he did not expect that the other two presidents heard the news and came with President Joel.

This was beyond his expectation, but after coming, you can't drive people away, right?

Hasta had the same idea. When he thought that he would not work in the bank again in a short period of time, he didn't care.

Greco sat next to Hasta, leaning on the sofa, with a smile in his eyes, holding a glass of Monica in his right hand and shaking it gently.

He naturally understands that those people tonight are here for him, but he doesn't like people who are too incompetent.

Greco didn't talk, and Hastur didn't like to deal with strangers. They chatted for a few words and ran out of topics. Harley, who noticed that the atmosphere was a bit subtle, gave full play to his ability to mobilize the atmosphere.

Soon, the sounds of drinking and chatting gradually increased.

At about ten o'clock, Greg left first.

Before leaving, he asked Hastur to attend his party next Sunday.

After another half hour, the other three bank executives also left, leaving only Hastur and Harley.

"I didn't think carefully about what happened tonight, and I ask for your forgiveness."

There were no outsiders. Harley stood up, brushing off his drunken look, and bowed deeply, his attitude was very sincere.

Hastur waved his hand and said with a smile: "I believe this is not your original intention, let alone blame you for it, and it is good to have some fun."

Harley breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go out to help Hasta pay the bill. This behavior was stopped by Hasta, who knew his thoughts.

Tonight's party is not long, but it costs a lot. He will not let Harley pay for him. This is a small party for him to invite Greco. Even Greco did not rush to pay for it, but let him pay for it today. Late protagonist.

When he came to the front desk, Hasta paid the bill of 30 pounds and 8 soli with an expressionless expression.

Not just one week’s pay, but three weeks’ pay!

It is indeed a luxury bar located in the business center, and the price is indeed worthy of its location.

The smiling and silent look in Greg's eyes just now seemed to have seen this scene in advance.

Harley also took a breath when he saw the bill.

After leaving the Crown Bar, Hastur hired a carriage to go home and looked out the window to sober up.

He didn't drink much, but he was still a little dizzy. The main reason was that Greco kept asking him to drink, which made him a little overwhelmed.