Chapter 29 "Career" And Housing Are Serious Businesses

Klein tried hard not to let himself behave abnormally, and asked with genuine curiosity:

"What ability does 'divine' have?"

"Your question is not accurate enough, it should be what abilities will you gain after taking the 'divine' potion?" Dunn Smith shook his head and smiled, his gray eyes and face turned away from the red moon, hidden in the shadows, "Astrology , card divination, spirit pendulum, spirit vision and many, many things like that, of course, it doesn’t mean that you take the potion and immediately understand and master them, the potion just gives you the qualifications and ability to learn these.”

"Because of the lack of direct means of confronting the enemy, heh, you should be able to imagine that ritual magic requires too much preparation and is not suitable for encounters at all. Therefore, correspondingly, in terms of occult knowledge, 'divine' will be better than 'peeping'. The secret man' is more knowledgeable and professional."

It sounds quite in line with my requirements... It's just that the lack of direct means of confronting the enemy is a bit hesitant... And the Church of the Evernight Goddess probably does not have a subsequent "sequence"... "Church" should refer to the Church of Tranquility, the headquarters of the church... A low-sequence direct confrontation method may not be comparable to a firearm... Klein fell silent, the balance in his mind swayed from side to side. consider.

Dunn Smith saw this, smiled and said:

"Don't rush to choose, tell me the answer on Monday morning, no matter which one you want to choose, or if you plan to just give up, there will be no additional opinion within our Nighthawks."

"Calm down and ask your own mind."

After he finished speaking, he took off his hat, bowed slightly, and walked over Klein slowly towards the stairs.

Klein did not speak, did not immediately give an answer, saluted silently, and watched silently.

Although he had always hoped to become an Extraordinary before, when the opportunity really came to him, he was still full of hesitation: the lack of "Sequence", the loss of control of "Extraordinary", the possibility of Emperor Roselle's diary Reliability, the illusory whispers that make people crazy and degenerate, mixed together into a swamp that hinders progress.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"It's comparable to a student who is neither good nor bad for the college entrance examination..." Klein laughed at himself, restrained his divergent thinking, opened the door softly, returned home, and lay on the bed.

He lay there, with his eyes open, quietly looking at the bottom of the upper bunk bed stained with a touch of crimson.

Outside the window, drunken men staggered past, and in the distance there was a carriage driving fast on the empty street. These kinds of noises did not destroy the tranquility of the night, but made it more secluded and deeper.

Klein's emotions settled down. He remembered all kinds of past events on earth, his father who liked to exercise and always spoke loudly, and his mother who had chronic diseases but liked to do everything for him. Growing up, the best friends who evolved from playing football and basketball together to fighting games and playing mahjong, remembered the failed confession object whose appearance was blurred... These are like quiet flowing rivers, not many ripples, not too deep sentimental, But silently drowned the mind.

Maybe only when you lose it will you know how to cherish it. When the crimson faded, the sky was on fire, and golden yellow appeared, Klein had already made a choice.

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He got up and went to the public bathroom, washed his face, refreshed himself, then took the one-soul note and went to Mrs. Wendy's to buy eight pounds of rye bread for ninepence to supplement the staple food he had eaten last night.

"The price of bread has stabilized..." After breakfast, Benson made a comment while changing his clothes.

Today is Sunday, and he and Melissa finally get a chance to rest.

Klein, who had been dressed for a long time, sat on a chair, flipped through the expired newspaper he brought back yesterday, and said in surprise:

"Here is an advertisement for a house for rent: 3 Wendell Street, North District, a single-family house, a total of two floors, six rooms upstairs,

Three bathrooms, two large balconies, a dining room downstairs, a living room, a kitchen, two bathrooms, two guest rooms, and a basement storage room... Outside the house, there are 2 acres of private lawn in front , behind is a small garden, which can be rented for one year, two years or three years. The rent is 1 pound 6 soules per week. If you are interested, please go to No. 16 Champagne Street and find Mr. Gushev. "

"This is our goal in the future." Benson put on his black half-top hat and said with a smile, "The rents in the newspapers are too high, and the 'City Improvement Housing Corporation' has a cheaper option that is not much worse than them. ."

"Why don't you go to the 'Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement Association'?" Melissa took the worn gauze hat and changed the seam a few times, but it was still the best off-white light dress, from the compartment. came out.

She is quiet and restrained, but it is difficult to hide the breath of youth.

Benson laughed and said:

"Who did you hear about the Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement Association? Jenny? Mrs. Rochelle? Or your good friend Selena?"

Melissa glanced at the side and replied in a low voice:

"Mrs. Rochelle... I happened to meet her when I was washing up last night. She asked Klein about the interview. I said a few things, and then she suggested looking for the 'Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement Association'."

Benson also looked puzzled when he saw Klein, smiled and shook his head:

"This is a housing association aimed at the poor, er, accurately described as the lower-class people. The houses they build and renovate are basically of the type with shared bathrooms, and only provide three options, one-bedroom, two-bedroom and three-bedroom, you want to continue living In a similar place?"

"'Tingen City Improvement Housing Corporation' has the same business as them but also gives the lower middle class a choice, and frankly we are now a little better than the lower middle class, but a little worse than the real middle class , not a question of salary, but mainly a lack of time to accumulate.”

Klein understood, put away the newspaper, put on his hat, stood up and said:

"Then let's go."

"I remember the Tingen City Improvement Housing Corporation on Daffodil Street," Benson said as he opened the door. "They are called the 'Five Percent Charity,' just like the Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement Association. For what?"

"I don't know." Klein lifted his cane and walked beside Melissa.

And the girl with black hair softly draped to the vest also nodded.

Benson stepped out:

“This kind of housing improvement associations and companies were established under the influence of Backlund, and their funds have three channels, one is to raise funds from charitable funds, and the other is to obtain from the government’s public affairs loan commissioner through declarations. A high-quality loan with an annual interest of only 4%, the third is to accept commercial investment, and by charging a certain rent, give each other a 5% return every year, so it is called '5% charity'."

Deng, Deng, Deng, the three brothers and sisters went down the stairs and walked slowly towards Daffodil Street. They planned to find the current landlord, Mr. Franky, after confirming the house, lest there would be a place where they could not live in, and they had to move out. Happening.

"I listened to Selena, and that kind of purely charitable housing improvement company?" Melissa said as if thinking.

Benson laughed and said:

"Yes, the 'Deville Trust Company' established by Sir Deville's donation is that he builds apartments for the working class and provides specialized property management, but only charges very low rent, however, the requirements are very strict."

"It sounds like you don't like it too much?" Klein was keenly aware and asked with a smile.

"No, I have a lot of respect for Sir Deville, but I don't think he knows what life is like for a real poor man, and the requirements for occupancy in his apartment, like the hopes given by the priest, are so unrealistic, for example, that major vaccinations must be given. , have to take turns cleaning the bathrooms, can't sublet the house or use it for business, can't litter, can't let the children play in the hallway, Goddess, does he want to make everyone a gentleman and a lady?" Benson Answered in his usual tone.

Klein frowned suspiciously and said:

"It doesn't sound like any problem, it's a good request."

"Yeah." Melissa nodded in agreement.

Benson turned his head to the side, glanced at them, and said with a smile:

"Maybe I've protected you too well and haven't really seen the life of the poor. Do you think they have the money to get the main vaccinations? The line for free charity medical organizations can last up to three months."

"Do you think their jobs are stable and not temporary? If you can't rent out the house, charge a certain fee, and then move out again when you lose your job? And many women help people sew clothes and paste matchboxes at home. To make a living, this is a commercial application, do you want to drive them out?"

"Most poor people are using all their energy to make a living. Do you think they will have free time to discipline their children so that they don't play in the corridor? Probably they can only be locked in the house, and they will be sent when they are seven or eight years old. A place willing to accept child labor.”

Benson described it without many adjectives, which made Klein a little horrified.

Is this the life of the people at the bottom?

Beside him, Melissa also fell silent, and after a long time she said in an ethereal tone:

"After moving down the street, Jenny doesn't want me to go to her house to find her anymore..."

"I hope her father can come out of the shadow of his injury and find a stable job again, but I've seen too many drunks who use alcohol to numb themselves..." Benson sneered heavily.

Klein didn't know what to say. Melissa seemed to be in the same state. The three brothers and sisters walked to Daffodil Street in silence and found the "Tingen City Housing Improvement Company".

The person in charge of receiving them was a middle-aged man with an amiable smile. He didn't wear formal clothes, hats, white shirts, and black vests.

"You can call me Scarter, what kind of house do you need?" He glanced at Klein's silver-studded cane and smiled even more genially.

Klein looked at Benson, who was good at eloquence, and motioned for him to answer.

Benson spoke very directly:

"Townhouses."

Scart flipped through the documents and archives in his hand, and the corners of his mouth turned up:

"There are five places that have not been rented out yet. To be honest, we are more targeting real housing difficulties. Six, eight, or even ten, twelve laborers and their children crammed into one room. There are not many houses, one is at No. 2 Narcissus Street, one is in the North District, and the other is in the East District... The weekly rent ranges from 12 to 16 soles, you can look at the specific introduction."

He pushed the document in his hand to Benson, Klein and Melissa.

After browsing, the three brothers and sisters looked at each other and pointed to a certain position on the paper at the same time.

"Let's look at No. 2 Daffodil Street first." Benson said, and Klein and Melissa nodded.

This area is barely a familiar area.