New Gods of North America.

Chapter 406 Visiting
The next day was Wednesday, and Wayne hadn't even finished his theology class in the afternoon.

Doug's blue-and-yellow macaw fluttered onto the classroom windowsill.

The parrot didn't scream, but it kept sharpening its claws and pecking at random, like a person with ADHD.
The professor didn't want to pay attention to it at first, so he just waited for the wild bird to fly away.
When I got to the back, I saw that many students were attracted by it. I tried to drive it away several times but failed. I felt my blood pressure slowly rising.

If a shotgun was handed to him right there, the professor would probably want to shoot it right away.

Wayne also pretended not to recognize it, held up his textbook and waved his hand, signaling the parrot to leave quickly.

This guy first turned a blind eye and couldn't be chased away.
Before leaving, he shouted from the windowsill, "Aye! Boss!"

Humph,
I'll release the peregrine falcon to educate it when I get back.

Lina and her friends had been setting up their stall in the academy until the afternoon today. They had originally planned to wait for Pastor Pycelle to leave the academy church for some reason, so that they could sneak in and search his residence behind the academy church.
In the end, not only did she not wait for Reverend Pycelle to leave, but Lina also found new fun while doing her job:

"I found that based on the turnover over the past two days, the income from selling food seems to be higher than the main business of the detective agency. Why don't we just switch to selling food?"

If you calculate it this way, then the profit is of course high...

The average purchasing power in the college is relatively strong, and the food sold by the chef is well-made and "fresh".
Only by selling drinks at such a high premium in the short term by selling them with cheese and meat burgers and hot dogs, without having to consider the expenses of labor and venue costs.

But now this model obviously cannot be replicated and operated for a long time.
If you want to make this business a success, marketing is the first problem. More importantly, it is the control of comprehensive cost and finished product quality.

If you don’t do the latter two well, you may end up losing more and more money, unless…

and many more,

This seems to be the way to go.

While Wayne was thinking about the feasibility of this idea, he left Sanders behind and got on the carriage and rushed to the detective agency with Lina, who was happily counting change.

……

As soon as he returned to the detective agency, Doug came up to Wayne and whispered to him,
Liam and the captive both confirmed each other's identities. Without considering specific extraordinary abilities, the client of the detective agency at this time was indeed the "Mr. Weisman" known to both of them and Wayne.

Since the other party has come to the door on their own initiative, it would seem a bit impolite if the detective agency did not respond.

Conor and Sanders went to chat with each other's servants and coachmen. Damon MacCready, who was no longer fit to go out on the street, went into the "guard room" at the entrance of the courtyard to read the newspaper.

As soon as Wayne entered the reception room, he saw the so-called "Mr. Weissman".
He has a hooked nose, high brow bones, and a sharp look in his eyes. He doesn't look like a good person.

Out of courtesy, after greeting him, Wayne went to the wine cabinet first, intending to take out the cheapest whiskey in it and pour it out to find out what this guy was holding back today.

When turning over the wine glass, Wayne thought for a moment, could this guy suddenly take out a bottle of potion, "gulp it down", and then "transform" in the detective agency?

Although it might just be a desperate struggle, if something is broken, no one will come forward to pay for it... Mr. Weissman seems to be aware that his identity is sensitive.
After taking the wine glass, he took the initiative to start the conversation, "Mr. Wayne, you may already know that I used to work for Mr. Baker. Some of the things he arranged for me to do were actually targeting your detective agency."

Now that the agents are in their respective positions, Wayne seems to be quite generous:

"Well, it's all in the past. There's no need to mention it again. I wonder what Mr. Weissman is planning to discuss today?"

As Wayne watched, Mr. Weissman opened the briefcase at hand.
He handed over a list. "These are some of the matters that Mr. Baker had me handle before. I know that some of them may not be in compliance with the law, such as helping him hire some bounty hunters to carry out the 'commission' according to his instructions. But if you look at the contract alone, there is actually no problem with them."

Wayne glanced at the name, time, number of people on the list, as well as the amount and payment status written at the back.

After a rough addition, I found that there was still more than 5000 US dollars left to pay.

Wayne was a little confused, "Mr. Weissman, what does this mean?"

Mr. Weissman picked up the glass but did not drink it. He clasped his hands together and seemed to be looking inside:

"According to the information recently disclosed by the police, Mr. Baker used the people I found to launch several attacks on your detective agency, Mr. Wayne.

"Although I didn't know the truth in advance, I also know that doing so is not in line with the professional ethics of a lawyer. So I would like to transfer all the remaining money to your detective agency as an apology and compensation from Mr. Baker and myself to Mr. Wayne.

"Mr. Wayne, you can rest assured that all the transactions of these funds are conducted through Mr. Baker's personal account and my firm's account. They have nothing to do with Cohen Pharmaceuticals. I have the corresponding contracts here to prove that there are absolutely no legal flaws."

Well……

It is true that simple murder does not result in the confiscation of personal property.

As for the money that is "ownerless", it sounds like it would be a waste if you don't take it...

Wayne understood that this guy actually wanted to "spend money to avoid disaster". Since "if you don't take it, you'll lose it", there was no reason to give it away for no reason.

So Wayne took a sip of his own wine, "I wonder if I need to do anything about this?"

Wayne seems to have understood a little bit recently, why those big guys always like to drink or smoke cigars when discussing things.
By slowly "savoring" or puffing out smoke, you can not only get around some things that you don't want to or are not convenient to answer immediately, but also leave the emptiness of your words to the other person in a relatively natural way. It is indeed a very useful method.

Mr. Weissman quickly shook his head. “You don’t need to do anything. I think as a victim, these compensations are what you deserve, Mr. Wayne.”

After he finished speaking, he seemed to think for a while before rummaging through his briefcase again and pulling out another document:
"To be honest, I actually have another commission that I would like to ask your detective agency for help, but this matter may sound a little unbelievable. I'm not sure whether you, Mr. Wayne, will accept this commission."

Wayne glanced at the opened sealed document bag.
There was a handwritten and unusual name on it: "Pycelle".

(End of this chapter)