Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 32 Charles Corporation
Are the holes on the target all big?
After hearing the policewoman's question, the administrator in charge of changing the targets was slightly startled.

What this means is that the guy just now not only guessed it right, but he guessed it right more than once?
The administrator picked up the telescope hanging around his neck in disbelief and took a look at the target. His eyes suddenly widened and his face was full of disbelief.

Over-range shooting, six shots on target?
That young man shot at the 500-meter target, and he only fired a little over 20 shots in total? How could he achieve a hit rate of nearly one-third?

This... The police department is not a military department that specializes in playing with guns. In terms of fighting, there may be not much difference, but there are very few people who can shoot so accurately with a gun.

There are more than 30,000 police officers in all the police stations in the capital, and there are probably not even two hands full of people who can shoot at a target with a certain hit rate! Really... How old is that young man just now? Could it be that he has really been touching guns since he was in his mother's womb?

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Seeing the administrator's expression changing again and again, as if he had discovered that Teddy was pressing the Tibetan Mastiff to produce crazy output, the female police officer could not help but frown deeply, and then began to explain:

"Don't be nervous. I just saw the man shooting at the target and asked casually. I didn't mean to cause trouble for him.

Although it's not good to practice such dangerous things, as long as he doesn't use it when performing tasks, I don't care! "

"Ah? Oh oh!"

The shooting range manager, who had barely heard what the female police officer was saying, came back to his senses from his shock. He recalled the previous conversation between him and his colleague and his dark face instantly turned red.

He dared to ask for a 500-meter target, which meant he was confident that he could hit it. But seeing that he was young, the two of us first relied on our seniority to persuade him to change to a half-distance target. Later, we were too lazy to even look at the target and directly concluded that he could not hit it with a single shot. Thinking about it now, it was really embarrassing.

After hesitating for a few words, the administrator left with a look of shame on his face, and ran back dejectedly to change the targets. The female police officer took this opportunity to check the registration form at the entrance of the shooting range.

"The last person... Leon... Leon Ryan?"

When she saw the familiar surname, the policewoman's already furrowed brows couldn't help but curl up into a delicate little "Chuan" character.

Ryan...how come he is from the Lionheart Duke's family again?
……

The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, Leon, a hard-working worker, once again walked on the way to work in the cold wind of late autumn.

It’s not that Leon had to get up so early, but from Veteran Lane where his family lived to the municipal office area where the Cleanup Bureau was located, it was about five or six kilometers away. It would take about an hour to walk there on foot, so naturally he had to get up early.

As for why they didn't take public transportation such as trams or steam carriages... All I can say is that although public transportation is nominally "public", the extremely high fare of one copper wheel per three kilometers has directly excluded more than 50% of the residents of the royal capital from the right to ride.

After joining the Cleanup Bureau, although Leon earned more than 60,000 copper wheels a year and was not unable to afford this thing, the "Gault" cigarettes he bought for Black Goat were too expensive. A pack cost three silver wheels, which not only used up his two gold wheels of field allowance, but also almost emptied his money.

Although it is hard to walk for an hour in the cold wind to get to work, compared with the hardship of having no money in pocket, the former is obviously more enjoyable. Moreover, walking to work does not seem to be completely without benefits... At least you can drink a cup of hot coffee.

"Boss, a cup of strong coffee and two slices of thin bread."

Leon, huddled up to avoid the cold wind, skillfully entered the tent of the coffee stall, carefully untied the scarf around his neck, and sat down in a seat closest to the stove. After nodding to Leon, the "regular customer", the owner of the coffee stall tightened his apron on the surface, but secretly pulled out the warming drawer containing the ham slices to let the meat aroma out, and then asked with a smile:
"Okay, where's the butter? Do you want some ham?"

"..."

Looking at the smiling face of the profiteer at the coffee stall, Leon couldn't help but hesitate.

If you only want coffee without butter, you can finish this breakfast for half a copper wheel. If you want butter, it will cost one copper wheel, and if you want ham slices, you will have to pay another copper wheel.

The fare from my home to the cleaning bureau was only two copper wheels. If I added butter and ham, then the five kilometers I walked would be in vain.

but……

Smelling the warm and sweet aroma of butter in the air, and the alluring fragrance of grease emitted by the fat of the ham slices sizzling and gradually melting under the high temperature, the word "no" suddenly became lazy and was unwilling to crawl out of his lips no matter what.

"Well, today is not as cold as yesterday, and there are not many customers. I fried more ham slices, so I may not be able to sell them all..."

As if seeing through Leon's struggle, the honest-looking profiteer smiled and suggested:

"How about...if you add ham slices today, I'll charge you half a copper wheel less. It's a discount for old customers. You can also consider it as taking care of my business. How do you think?"

"..."

"Add! Brush the butter thicker!"

Finally unable to resist the temptation of fat, Leon touched his shriveled wallet, looked at his thin arms, gritted his teeth and nodded viciously.

There are three days left before the payday for the Cleanup Bureau. After deducting the money for treating the red-haired director to drinks, I estimate that I can still get seven or eight gold wheels in my account, so I won't be short of these two bronze wheels!
Also, after getting the new anomaly brought back by the director today, I still have to go to the water power company for investigation. I probably won’t be able to eat in the police department’s free cafeteria at noon. If I don’t eat something good in the morning, how can I have the energy to go out on field work?

"Okay~"

After nodding with a smile, the unscrupulous boss took out the few remaining slices of ham, swiftly poured some homemade sauce on them, and spread them together with the bread on the stone slab above the charcoal stove. Seeing this, Lyon, who had been used to being frugal in recent years, felt a little pain in his heart.

In order to make himself feel better, Leon had to raise his head, not looking at the two "copper wheels" being heated on the stone slab, and started chatting with the boss for no reason.

"Boss, what's your name?"

"Charle, the Charle from Charle's Department Store."

Those who can run a small stall outside are naturally not socially anxious. The profiteer responded with a smile:
"Sir, please don't use the honorific. Just call me Old Charles."

Charles Department Store...Charles Company?
Isn't this the name of the bastard water company that pumps sewage into public water pipes?
(End of this chapter)