Chapter: 452

When he passed by the front desk, Mrs. Firth, who always had a bad face, stood up and smiled: "Good morning", Shire, Mr. Shire. "Lumian glanced at the overweight Mrs. Firth, and asked thoughtfully: "Mr. Eve didn't come today? "

Mr. Eve is the owner of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", and the reputation of his stingy voice is widely spread in the street.

As the newly promoted "protector" of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Lumian felt that it was necessary to have a chat with Mr. Eve, lest he worry that the Savoy Party would ask him for more money and go straight to the police.

Mrs. Firth curled her lips quietly: "Although he is very stingy, he only asks someone to clean the hotel once a week, but he himself, tsk, likes cleaning very much, so he is not willing to come to the hotel."

"Who cleans in his house?" Lumian asked amusedly.

"He is a widower, and he and his two children clean up by himself." Mrs. Firth looked contemptuous.

If she had that much money and a hotel, she would definitely hire people to do these things, and she would only be responsible for enjoying herself.

Lumian nodded and smiled: "I didn't see him coming after the fight on Monday. Is he still alive?"

Mrs. Firth said with a little fear: "I will go to his house three times a week and give him the hotel money and various bills. I will tell him that you want to see him."

She misunderstood Lumian's meaning, thinking that he was... threatening Mr. Eve—if he didn't come to see the new protector of the "Golden Rooster Hotel" as soon as possible, he would have to consider whether he was still alive.

Without explaining, Lumian went up to the second floor, entered the room, and put Mr. K's finger hidden under the pillow back into his pocket.

After finishing the tulip powder, he was about to buy some boxes and bottles to store the materials collected later, when he suddenly heard Dongdongdong's knock on the door.

Lumian opened the door with some doubts, because he was not familiar with the footsteps at all.

Standing outside the door was a man in his forties. He was wearing a dark jacket, brown trousers that had been washed to whitish, and a cap of dirty cotton. He asked with a smile, "Is that Charles?"

"Could it be a lady?" Lumian smiled.

At the same time, he has finished observing the other person's appearance, expression and body movements: the brownish hair is a bit greasy, but it is neatly combed, the dark brown eyes are obviously flattering, and there are some smile lines around the mouth.

"Yes, yes, yes." The man echoed Lumian's words.

Lumian raised his eyebrows: "You are?"

"I live in 401. Fitz, a bankrupt businessman." The slightly slippery and friendly middle-aged man laughed.

Without waiting for Lumian to ask further, he took the initiative to talk about his purpose: "It's like this. I went bankrupt because I was cheated out of 100,000 Filkin. I traveled between Trier and Suchit for more than ten years. I finally saved a fortune. I planned to get married and have children, but I met that liar who used the excuse of a joint venture to defraud me of all my savings.

"If you can help me get that money back, I'll give you 30%, no, 50%!"

Lumian didn't let Fitz enter Room 207, and stood at the door with folded arms, smiling. Asked back: "Why didn't you ask Margot or Wilson to ask for the money for you?"

This does not need to pay anything in advance.

Fitz didn't hide anything: "I approached Margot, and he agreed, but one day, he told me that the money would never come back."

Are the Stingers coming back? Is the crook going bankrupt too, or is the fact that he's behind the Stingers a bit intimidating? Lumian, who didn't take it seriously at first, concentrated: "Did Maggot say why?"

Fitz shook his head: "No, but it certainly wasn't because Timmons became poor."

"The one he opened in the Tianwen District" is different "The dance hall is very profitable!!"

Timmons... Lumian suspected that there might be some organization behind the liar, or that he was under the protection of some big and powerful figure, so that the Stingers didn't dare to force him to pay back the money.

Of course, the possibility that Timmons himself is very powerful is not ruled out.

"Then why do you think I can help you get back?" Lumian asked Fitz with a smile.