Chapter 158: Landlord

Lu Yi Si continued:

"Those three things, I will have someone send them to the 'Golden Chicken Hotel' later."

"How much money?" Lu Mi intended to give Lu Yi Si a little extra hard work fee.

Lu Yi Si shook his head:

"The Baron said you don't need to pay, your improvement in strength is our Savar Party's improvement in strength."

Even without Baron Brignier's special explanation, Lu Yi Si could see that he was buying people's hearts, anyway, it was a matter of less than 10 Jin Bang.

According to the Baron's statement, can I also ask him for reimbursement when I buy the materials needed to advance to "Pyro"? Lu Mi slandered.

Lu Yi Si took a sip of pomegranate soda and saw a group of people walk in at the door of the Breeze Dance Hall.

The leader was very tall, over 1.9 meters, his light yellow hair was short and soft, clinging to his head like the surface of high-end velvet.

His nose was large, his eyes were light blue, his face was pitted, his skin was extremely rough, he was wearing a tight black formal suit, and he was wearing a wide-brimmed round hat.

Lu Yi Si's expression gradually became serious, he put down the soda bottle in his hand, and said to Lu Mi:

"I have to go to the Baron."

At this time, the tall and sturdy man in his thirties led several followers suspected to be gang thugs, entered the stairwell, and went toward the cafe.

"Who is that?" Lu Mi did not hide his curiosity and confusion.

Lu Yi Si stood up and explained casually:

"'Giant' Simon who manages several dance halls on Nightingale Street."

"Isn't he also from our Savar Party?" Lu Mi asked.

Lu Yi Si nodded:

"But his relationship with the Baron is not very good. He has always said that since the Baron manages the usury business, he should hand over the Breeze Dance Hall."

"I'm going up, I don't know what he's here for."

Lu Yi Si walked two steps, and saw Lu Mi sitting at the bar position without moving with his peripheral vision.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"Don't know how to seize the opportunity at all. At this time, shouldn't you actively follow me up and stand next to the Baron? If 'Giant' Simon really said something unpleasant, glare at him, point a gun at him, so that the Baron will slowly trust you.

"Well, although ruthless enough, crazy enough, and strong enough, he is still a country kid who doesn't understand anything."

Of course, if Lu Mi really went to the second floor to maintain the scene for Baron Brignier at the cafe, Lu Yi Si would also refuse him. After all, the Baron and "Giant" Simon might talk about some more confidential matters within the Savar Party, which was not suitable for someone who had just joined to listen in.

Lu Mi was thinking at this time:

"There are also many contradictions within the Savar Party...

"If Baron Brignier and 'Giant' Simon break out into a conflict and one dies, and the boss behind the scenes wants to find someone with enough strength to stabilize the scene to inherit their position, wouldn't I have a chance? At that time, as long as I can pass the test, I will have completed Mr. K's mission.

"Except for those few leaders, there should be no one else in the Savar Party who can single-handedly kill Ma Ge...

"The problem now is, how to make Baron Brignier and 'Giant' Simon fight without making people suspect me..."

As his thoughts turned, Lu Mi ordered a glass of absinthe.

He hadn't finished that glass of green liquid full of dreamy feeling when he saw "Giant" Simon lead his men out of the stairwell, his face pulled very tight.

Doesn't look like he's in a very happy mood... Lu Mi nodded and took back his gaze.

He was not in a hurry to put his ideas into practice, because he knew too little about the Savar Party.

In the evening, just as Lu Mi returned to the "Golden Chicken Hotel", Mrs. Fells, who was sitting at the front desk, stood up and said to him:

"Mr. Ev is here, waiting for you in the restaurant on the first floor, at that window seat."

Not bad, came quite quickly... Lu Mi nodded lightly and walked into the small restaurant on the other side of the lobby.

Mr. Ev had heard people describe Xia Er's peculiar and fashionable hair color. As soon as he saw him walk into the restaurant, he stood up with a smile:

"Mr. Xia Er, here."

He was a man approaching fifty, his blonde hair had already been partially dyed white, combed quite neatly, he was wearing a dark formal suit washed to white and a pair of chestnut tweed trousers, his eyes were azure, without turbidity, and he had relatively sparse beard on his face.

After glancing at the cane leaning against the dining table, Lu Mi smiled and walked over:

"Good evening, Mr. Ev."

After both sides took their seats, Ev signaled the waiter that he could serve the meal.

"Sorry, I've been too busy lately, and only came to visit you today." Ev said full of apologies.

His accent was a standard local Trier accent.

Lu Mi asked back deliberately:

"You have more than this hotel under your name?"

Otherwise what are you busy with?

Ev was speechless for a moment, not expecting that the other party couldn't hear that what he said was polite words.

He stammered and said:

"There are some other businesses, but not many, and they are not very good."

As the two chatted, the waiter brought dinner, one portion each:

Bean soup, pork sausage, Feneport rice, and thin sauce poured over one-fifth of the plate.

"This is their specialty meat sauce." Ev introduced rather enthusiastically.

Just ordered these? Lu Mi had a new understanding of the landlord's stinginess.

He didn't care too much about this, and ate the Feneport rice with the sauce that had a hint of meat fragrance, pepper flavor, and a certain vinegar feeling.

After a few dozen seconds, Lu Mi raised his head and asked Mr. Ev with a smile:

"With your stinginess, why are you willing to equip each room with some sulfur?"

He deliberately didn't use the more benevolent word "frugality", and his tone carried full mockery.

Mr. Ev's face sank instinctively, looking unhappy.

He immediately restrained his emotions and showed a bitter smile:

"There are really too many bedbugs in the hotel, if I don't give extra sulfur, no one will stay."

Is that so? As long as the price is cheap enough, the poor ghosts who lack money don't care if there are bedbugs at all... Lu Mi cut a piece of sausage and put it into his mouth casually.

He chewed for a while before saying:

"Why not hire two fixed cleaning handymen to clean every day? That would effectively reduce the number of bedbugs."

"Two fixed cleaning handymen cost 130 to 150 Jin Bang per month, while a big cleaning once a week only costs 18 Jin Bang." Mr. Ev talked eloquently with a heartache.

Lu Mi laughed:

"I mean, why don't you be the cleaning handyman yourself, and bring your children?"

That could even save the expense of 18 Jin Bang per week.

Mr. Ev showed a moved expression, as if he thought this was a good idea.

After more than ten seconds, he sighed and said:

"It's a pity, I have other things to do with them."

What things? Lu Mi didn't ask much.

He had already determined that this was a pure miser.

Mr. Ev glanced at Lu Mi and said after deliberation:

"I used to give Ma Ge 20 Jin Bang a week, which day of the week do you want it?"

Lu Mi sneered:

"Don't give it to me, do another big cleaning every week."

Mr. Ev was slightly stunned, but did not object. After all, a big cleaning only costs 18 Jin Bang, and if it is done twice a week, it can still be bargained.

Lu Mi finished the food on the plate and turned to ask:

"Do you know where the previous tenant of 504 went?"

He was referring to the guy who posted the portrait of Su Su Shanna Ma Ma Disi in Charlie's room, who was said to be a regular visitor to places like City Wall Street, Breda Street, and Nightingale Street, and later moved away for some reason.

Lu Mi had asked Mrs. Fells about this matter before, but didn't get any answer. After all, Mrs. Fells only cared about whether the rent was paid enough and whether anything in the room was broken, not caring where the tenants went afterwards.

Mr. Ev was stunned for a moment, looking at the remaining food on the plate and said:

"I don't know who you are referring to, I rarely come to the hotel, and I don't know which person lives in which room."

This reaction... seems a bit guilty... Lu Mi moved his eyebrows, didn't ask any more, and watched Mr. Ev eat the plate clean, without a single grain of rice or a drop of sauce left.

After Mr. Ev left, he waited for nearly twenty seconds before walking out of the hotel, following this landlord from a distance.

He followed him to the middle of Market Avenue and watched Mr. Ev enter a beige six-story apartment.

Judging from some details Mrs. Fells usually mentioned, this should be Mr. Ev's home.

Lu Mi was not in a hurry to "visit", after all, some things are more convenient to do in the dead of night, and he was not sure whether the official Beyonders were still investigating Su Su Shanna Ma Ma Disi's matter, and whether they also wanted to find some clues from Mr. Ev. If so, it would be embarrassing if both sides bumped into each other.

In that case, Lu Mi could only quickly find a "crack in the ground" nearby to drill into.

Under the light of the yellowish street lamps, he circled the apartment where Mr. Ev lived and observed the surrounding environment.

What impressed Lu Mi the most was that diagonally opposite the apartment, on the other side of Market Avenue, there was a renovated brick-red three-story building.

It had a foyer supported by pillars, with a sign hanging above:

"Old Pigeon Cage Theater".

At this time, people were constantly pouring in, and applause and music were heard from inside from time to time, which seemed quite lively.

As far as Lu Mi knew, this was a low-ticket-price drama theater aimed at civilians, which belonged to the kind without qualified opponents in the Honest Market District.

It is a high-quality place that can be used to get rid of tracking... Lu Mi recalled the stories that happened in theaters in various novels, smiled, crossed the street, and entered the foyer of the Old Pigeon Cage Theater.

There were some posters posted here, depicting the plays that were being or were about to be performed, as well as a few classic moments from the past.

Lu Mi, who was exploring how to use this theater on the spot, stood there and looked at those photos, pictures, and texts seriously.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar face on a poster in a corner:

A certain bit-part blonde actor who acted as a background board was much whiter, his eyes were azure, his beard was sparse, it was exactly Mr. Ev whom he had just followed!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 159 =====