Saatchi Street, St George's.

As soon as Klein and Jurgen got off the carriage, they saw a huge object parked at the door of the inventor Leppard.

It was iron black in color, with three pairs of twelve wheels and a tall chimney on top like a ship, from which residual smoke was wafting.

This was a steam-powered car that Klein had seen in magazines and on the streets. It was described by the public as an ironclad ship walking on land, with a rather exaggerated body.

If the streets were not built or renovated in the last two or three decades, they would occupy the entire road surface, leaving little space for horse-drawn carriages, so this means of transportation can only be seen in certain areas and places.

At this time, the heavy car door with glass windows was opened, and two figures walked out.

One of them was the steam-powered car tycoon Franmi Cage whom Klein had met before. He had a quarter of Feysac Empire bloodline, his eyes were very light blue, he was tall but fat, and he had a pipe in his mouth.

The man next to him was wearing a thick black woolen coat and a gray scarf. He had an unremarkable appearance, with the most common black hair and brown eyes, but he gave people an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

"Hi, Detective Moriarty, you're on time. This is my attorney and partner, Pacheco Dawn."

As he was talking, two burly men got out of the steam-powered car. They were obviously Franmi's bodyguards.

How unprofessional! Shouldn't I come down first and then help the boss open the door? Klein muttered, smiled and said hello, and then introduced his lawyer Jurgen.

While waiting for Leppard to open the door, he chatted casually:

"Mr. Cage, is this steam-powered car popular? Will many people like it?"

Franmi Cage smiled and said:

"Those who think they are respectable say it is too barbaric and crude, and ordinary people can't afford it. Only a fan of machinery and steam like me is willing to buy it."

"It's mainly because many streets are too narrow," Klein consoled him.

Franmi Cage was the investor he found, so it wasn't Leppard's credit.

When he was playing cards at the Krag Club, he intentionally brought up the matter, and the equestrian teacher Talim immediately said that Franmi liked similar inventions and could introduce them to each other.

This made Klein very emotional: the club is indeed a good place to develop personal connections. The members who truly join in never care most about free food, drinks, and event venues.

"Haha, this is indeed a reason. As the population grows and cities become larger, horse-drawn carriages will definitely be eliminated because they are too slow. What the world is pursuing now is efficiency!" Franmi said confidently.

He immediately smiled:

"And I've already won an order from the military. They want me to make some improvements, just like what Roselle's manuscript mentioned, to add armor and bulletproof, and to cover it with tracks so that it can travel on simple roads. In addition, add a thick gun barrel. This will be a brand new weapon of war."

Roselle's manuscript... Klein sighed silently, not knowing what to say for a moment, until Leppard finally opened the door.

In the following discussion, the protagonists were Jurgen and Pacheco. The two lawyers sometimes argued with each other and sometimes negotiated terms with their employers. The unprepared inventor Leppard stood in a daze and only expressed his opinions when asked by others.

Finally, the three parties reached an agreement. Franmi invested 1,000 pounds to hold 20% of the shares, and Klein and Leppard's shares decreased in the same proportion, one to 28% and the other to 52%.

At the same time, Franmi will buy another 18% of the shares from Klein at a certain premium, which will cost him 1,000 pounds, after tax.

Likewise, he will buy 9% of the shares from Leppard for £500 after tax.

After this transaction, Franmi became the largest shareholder of the newly established Backlund Bicycle Company, holding 47% of the shares. He would be responsible for the subsequent factory production and promotion and sales, and the company's account would have the 1,000 pounds he invested, which was the initial start-up capital.

Leiphard is the second largest shareholder, with a 43% stake, and his job is to assist in completing mass production lines.

Klein only has 10% of the shares left, which is a purely financial investment.

The 1,000 pounds he got from selling his shares also increased his personal wealth to 2,235 pounds, which was almost enough to buy the main material of the "Faceless Man" - as a private detective, he continued to accept commissions in the past month and did not need to use his savings to pay for his daily expenses.

I still have to pay Lawyer Jurgen 50 pounds, leaving only 2,185 pounds... I have to thank Talim later... Klein thought for a moment, signed his name, stamped it, then stood up, shook hands with Flammy and Leppard, and said:

“It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

Franmi took out his gold pocket watch, took a look at it, and laughed:

"Normally, we should have lunch together to celebrate the agreement, but there's an important person waiting for me. I'm so sorry. There will be many opportunities in the future."

A big shot, another big shot... Is he the one behind Talim? The one whose expenses I reimbursed with some fake news pointing to the Aurora Society? Klein suddenly felt a little guilty, and quickly smiled and said it was nothing, don't worry about it.

After leaving Leppard's house and getting on a carriage, Jurgen suddenly frowned and said:

"Sherlock, you agreed so readily."

"Why do you say that?" Klein asked in confusion.

He didn't even know what Lawyer Jurgen was referring to.

Jurgen said quite seriously:

“When discussing share transfer.

“Based on your description and Franmi’s performance, I can imagine the bright market prospects of bicycles. Although it is just an invention now, the overall valuation will not be too high. 5,000 pounds is a good price, but you should retain more shares so that you can have better returns in the future.

"I originally thought you would only sell at 8% and had the confidence to negotiate to 500 pounds, but you actually agreed to 18%. Even if it's only 500 pounds, you have recovered your initial investment several times over. You shouldn't be so anxious."

Because I was in a hurry to use the money... But I did agree too readily just now, without any hesitation. This is a large-scale transaction. This is not like my normal self... Klein recalled the previous scene and gradually became confused.

Was I unknowingly influenced by Franmi or that lawyer Pacheco? One of them is a Beyonder? Fortunately, the price is still relatively normal... Klein thought while saying to Jurgen who was waiting for an answer:

"New Year is coming soon..."

He hadn't figured out how to explain it, so he just started with a random introduction.

If the other party is smart, they will make their own associations and complete the reasons based on this beginning, without Klein needing to describe it in detail.

Of course, this is a trick for smart people. Ordinary people will ask "so what", "what exactly is it", and "what happened".

Lawyer Jurgen was obviously a smart man. Seeing Klein's brief silence, he nodded and said:

"I see."

What did you understand? I haven't figured it out myself yet... Klein pointed to the steam subway station in front of him and said:

"I'm getting off here and going to find an informant."

…………

In the steam-powered car that roared forward and looked extremely imposing, Franmi, who was sitting in the front row, rolled down the window, blew out a smoke ring, and said to the inconspicuous lawyer Pacheco next to him:

"Did you just use your ability?"

"It's just passively stimulating." Pacheco smiled, "My abilities are not best suited for scenes like this. I prefer to face government employees and company staff."

Franmi nodded slightly and said:

“I’m just giving you a reminder.

"There's no need to use your abilities in this situation. Don't delay important matters."

"I understand." Pacheco responded in a low voice.

…………

A cheap coffee shop in the East District.

When Klein arrived, Old Kohler was already waiting there.

He took off his scarf and hat, sat down opposite him, took out a stack of 1-sol notes and handed them to him:

"Next week's activity funds plus the reward for this message, totaling 1 pound."

He had been quite generous in giving out rewards recently, as he had already found someone to reimburse him.

Old Kohler's face was obviously much rosier than before. He took the cash with some embarrassment and said:

"The news I gave you last time didn't seem to be very important..."

"No, the difference between important and unimportant is in the eyes of different people. Many things that you think are insignificant may be the source of money for others." Klein explained with a smile, "What happened this week?"

Old Kohler took the stack of banknotes and stuffed them into his pocket, thinking and saying:

"Just like before, many people are still looking for followers of The Fool. Haha, how can anyone believe in The Fool? It's not a nice name."

…Klein’s mouth twitched slightly and said:

"Have they made any progress?"

The Aurora Society is truly persistent... Klein thought helplessly.

"No, there is no such person." Old Kohler shook his head and said, "Someone has been organizing a strike recently. They have approached me several times, saying that they want to fight for more reasonable working hours and wages."

This is a very normal thing in this era, but it may lead to serious consequences... Klein said thoughtfully:

"Pay attention to who is organizing this, but don't be too hasty. Safety comes first."

"Okay." Old Kohler cleared his throat and said, "Many gangsters and bounty hunters have been looking for someone these days. I don't know why, but someone must have offered a reward."

"Who are you looking for?" Klein felt the weather was cold and took a sip of coffee.

The warm liquid slid down his esophagus and warmed his stomach.

Old Kohler thought for a moment and said:

"A man named Azik Eggers."

Azik Eggers... Azik Eggers? Klein raised his eyes from his coffee cup and looked at Old Kohler across from him.

Isn't this Mr. Azik's full name? Why is he suddenly being rewarded? Ince Zangwill? Klein relied on the ability of the "clown" and asked casually:

"Did you say what kind of person he was?"

Old Kohler recalled:

"It seems that he has Balam blood. He used to be a university lecturer."