Earning money to improve the life of the family, isn't that the aning of making money?
It felt great.
Robert took a sip of champagne, "Luke, tell about your new part-ti job."
The chubby kid stuffed another shrimp into his mouth, "I want to know, too."
Luke said, "Grandpa, do you know about the Pinkerton Detective Agency?"
Before Robert could respond, the chubby kid interjected, "I know." He cleared his throat, his voice rough, "We never rest."
Luke continued, "I'm not talking about the ga, I'm talking about the real Pinkerton Detective Agency."
Robert nodded, "I've heard of it. The agency has been around for over a hundred years and has many legends about it. There's even a 'Pinkerton Act' passed to limit their expansion.
Are they asking you to work as a part-ti detective?"
"To be precise, they want as a consultant. I solved a few cases in Los Angeles and got sowhat famous, so they want to be a consultant at the agency. It's just a nominal title, but they would pay a substantial consultancy fee each year.
They would also refer so clients to , though I have the right to refuse."
"Bro, are you going to be a detective?"
"No, I don't plan on taking any cases for now."
Robert put his knife and fork down. "In my experience, that money won't be so easy to get. Capitalists all have a similar facade.
I guess it won't be long before they'll ask you to take a case.
You should be prepared for that."
"I'll keep that in mind," Luke responded, not particularly concerned.
In Los Angeles, no one could threaten him.
...
The next morning.
Luke rested.
After getting up, he washed up briefly, poured so tea, and drank it in the yard.
He didn't feel like going anywhere today; he just wanted to rest at ho.
Earning that detective fee made his life even more comfortable.
Once a person is free from survival pressure, their motivation to work decreases and they beco lazy.
"Woo woo..." Just then, a truck drove up and stopped not far from the Luke family ho, directly facing the neighbor to the east of the Luke family.
The truck was followed by a sedan, from which a Caucasian man in his thirties, dium build and strong-looking, whom Luke had never seen before, alighted.
The Ruidu community is a Chinese community, mostly populated by Chinese people, with Caucasians making up only about ten percent.
Two Hispanic n in blue work clothes, looking like movers, got off the truck.
Under the instructions of the Caucasian man, the two Hispanic n began to move furniture from the truck into the house next to Luke's.
New neighbors?
Luke didn't pay much attention, finished his tea, and then went to have breakfast.
A bowl of soy milk, an egg, a bowl of beef noodles, accompanied by pickles, Luke ate with satisfaction.
By the ti he returned ho, the truck had already left, probably after having moved everything in.
In the morning, Luke didn't go out and instead stayed at ho studying handwriting analysis.
He had purchased many paid learning materials online and planned to master this skill during his rest ti.
"Ding dong…" Luke's doorbell rang.
Luke walked over and opened the door, and saw the Caucasian mover standing outside, holding a bag of red wine.
"Hi, I'm Marshall Smith. I just moved in next door and wanted to co over and introduce myself."
"I'm Luke Lee. Nice to et you." The two shook hands.
Marshall pointed to the house next door, "I just moved in and the house needs to be renovated. Sorry, it might be noisy these next few days and might cause so disturbance to you."
"I can understand."
Marshall handed the red wine to Luke, "Thanks for your understanding. Here's a gift for you."
"Thank you." Luke took the red wine and invited, "Co in and sit down, I'll pour you a cup of tea."
"No, thank you.
My house is a ss right now, I still need to tidy up, probably going to be busy today."
"Do you need any help?"
"Not for the ti being."
Luke walked Marshall to the door, "Do you live with your family?"
"No, I'm single."
Luke watched the other person's expression and sensed signs of lying. He continued, "What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a wine rchant, often traveling to sell wine. I can't even rember how many places I have visited."
Lying.
"Are you from Los Angeles?"
"Yes, I grew up in Los Angeles as a child, then moved to other states with my parents, and now I've returned.
This place holds many mories for —it's a very special place."
Lying.
Luke tried further, "I feel like I've seen you before. Have we t before? Do you know ?"
"I don't recognize you. I haven't been to Los Angeles for a long ti; it must be the first ti we are eting."
This statent wasn't a lie.
"Welco to the Reido community," Luke politely said.
"Thank you, see you so other day." Marshall waved his hand and headed to his own house.
A man full of lies, Luke beca cautious.
However, since the person did not recognize him, they probably weren't targeting him specifically.
Who cares?
The world is full of liars; as long as they pose no threat, Luke couldn't be bothered to delve deeper.
So troubles are self-invited, why bother?
Of course, if the person posed a threat to him, that would be a different story.
…
The next morning.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Luke arrived at the Robbery and Murder Departnt.
Everyone was having breakfast when Black handed Luke a xican wrap and milk, "Saved for you."
In the morning, Black had sent Luke a ssage, inviting him for breakfast.
It was only when Luke arrived at the office that he realized Black wasn't just inviting him alone, but had bought breakfast for the entire team.
"You're treating?"
"Yes, I bought a car yesterday, treating everyone to a little celebration."
"Didn't you go to buy the car the day before yesterday?"
Black took a sip of coffee, "A car isn't a burger, how could I possibly buy it instantly? I only picked up the car yesterday, Julian went with ."
The vice-captain comnted, "Congrats on making up with Julian, honestly speaking, I was surprised to hear that."
Jenny chid in, "Yeah, that's not his style."
"You two bored fellows are just jealous," Black laughed.
Luke took a sip of milk, "What car did you buy?"
Black acted mysterious, "Guess?"
"Heh," Luke chuckled, Your tricks aren't that hard to see through.
"I'll take you to see it, the car is parked downstairs."
"OK, I'd like to see it too."
Afterward, the two of them left the detective agency's building.
Luke scanned the parking lot but didn't see any car that looked like Black's new one, "Where's your car?"
"Over there." Black pressed the car key to unlock.
"Beep beep."
Not far away, a black Toyota Camry lit up its headlights.
Luke was sowhat surprised, "This is your new car?"
Black patted the car, explaining, "Nice exterior, electric seats, great sound system, and most importantly, it was affordable. Julian and I both really like it."
"I thought you would buy a Cadillac?"
"The Cadillac I liked was too expensive, needed a loan...
It's not just anymore.
So, I chose this car, it's very popular and performs well too."
Luke patted his shoulder, "You're going to be a great father."
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