[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

"Mrs. Smith, why do you think Mr. Hurt popped up again?"

Faced with Mr. Hurt's interest and repeated invitations inexplicably, Lydia only felt a lot of pressure.

"Judging from this gentleman's pragmatic style, which is different from his own romantic appearance, this can only show that you have his own interests here."

Mrs. Smith gave the answer very realistically.

"But I don't want to give him benefits, and I can't think of any benefits I can let him fight for. Why is such a blue-faced disaster always used to harm me?"

Lydia completely regarded Mr. Hurt as a scourge. From Sherlock's reminder to Mrs. Jones' gossip, the role played by this gentleman is not easy.

"But you also know that you have refused many invitations like this. If you refuse again, it will not be alienation, but a turn of events and revenge."

Mrs. Smith spoke out Lydia's hidden worries, whether she would offend the character if she refused again.

"Then what should I do? I can't see it, and I can't see it. I'm going to be unlucky anyway."

Lydia walked around the room with a headache trying to find a way.

"If you can figure out why he is staring at you, you can think of a way. It used to be to fight to be a partner, but it stopped later. What is it for now?"

Mrs. Smith was not in a good mood either. After all, she appeared out of nowhere. She was a troublesome person. She was asking Lydia, and she was also asking herself what this Mr. Hurt was doing.

"If you start from the interests... What interests do I have here, except for the partner status that has been taken by McCoff, what are there..."

As Lydia tried to think, she felt clueless.

"I really can't think of it. What interests do I have here that attracts him?"

"It is true that we have not been profitable here recently."

Mrs. Smith also felt strange.

"Didn't you investigate him when you listed him as a partner candidate? What's the gain?"

Lydia looked at Mrs. Smith expectantly, hoping that there was some reason to give herself a little more confidence.

"I did investigate, but I didn't go deep into it. He is the only son in the family. His father turned out to be one of the most famous people in London. He was a wealthy person. His mother was even aristocratic. It's just that the family fell into trouble and his father died of illness. The whole family left London for a visit. After living in Ireland, it is difficult to find out the news after that. I only know that he suddenly rose to prominence after many years, and returned to London two years ago. There is only one mother and one sister in the family. Except for him, everyone in the family is very low-key.”

Mrs. Smith gave some basic information about Mr. Hurt, then stopped abruptly.

"What's next? How did he rise suddenly? Porcelain and tea bricks are not something you can start casually."

Lydia thought of something while talking.

"Porcelain, tea bricks, this is the category he operates, and I just heard it recently... Isn't Mrs. Jones's family talking about the investors in these two areas?"

"It's true from what you said. He started inviting you again after Mrs. Jones invited you to join the fleet investment."

Mrs. Smith, being so reminded by Lydia, agreed to the possibility.

"If that's the case, it would be good for him to go directly to Jones's house. Why did he find me here in a roundabout way?"

Lydia couldn't figure it out again.

"I'm afraid you're going to ask Mr. Hurt about that."

Mrs. Smith shook her head, expressing her disagreement.

"Well, I'll write him a letter, and welcome him and his sister, Miss Hurt, to come here for afternoon tea and see if we're right."

Lydia quickly made up her mind and sent out an invitation to meet.

As for Sherlock's reminder, isn't it helpless, as long as there is no danger.

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The next day, after breakfast and documents, Lydia took Mrs. Henry, who hadn't been to Bond Street today, to Uncle Gardiner's.

Let one of London's best tailors create a dress for Jane that will wow the crowd.

When they arrived, Lydia chatted with her uncles, aunts, and the little bean dices for a while before leaving. She couldn't stay for lunch and had to go back early to prepare for afternoon tea.

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It has to be said that Lydia really attaches great importance to this Mr. Hurt, and she is a little restless when she is ready to face the enemy.

"Lydia, you're not such an unsteady person, are you? What are you worried about?"

Mrs. Smith watched Lydia dizzy as she circled, and thought she was a little weird.

"I don't know, it's Sherlock who scares me and says this guy is very powerful, be careful, my heartbeat is starting to speed up irregularly now."

Lydia also felt that she was not so restless, so it was all Sherlock's fault.

"You really trust Mr. Holmes!"

Mrs. Smith also felt a headache when she saw Lydia who was not enlightened, but when she thought of Holmes who was also not enlightened, she suddenly felt that this was quite good.

"He is the kind of person who can see through the truth at a glance. If he doesn't believe it, who else can he believe?"

Lydia said it as a matter of course, as if she never thought about why her trust was delivered.

Chatting with Mrs. Smith, the time passed quickly. The male waiter came to report that a guest had arrived.

Lydia took Mrs. Smith to the door, and saw Mr. Hurt, who had met once, helping a young woman out of the carriage.

"Mr. Hurt, good afternoon, this must be Miss Hurt, she is really beautiful."

Lydia, as the host, welcomes the guests politely.

"Good afternoon, Miss Lydia. This is my sister, Kelly, and this is Miss Lydia."

Mr. Hurt smiled more genuinely when he talked about his sister, which also made his smile on Lydia in front of him seem business-like, although he was handsome anyway.

"Miss Lydia, hello, I often hear my brother mentioning you, I am really disturbing you today."

Miss Hurt was an elegant woman, well-spoken.

"How can you say it's an interruption, it's my honor for you two to come here, please."

After a few more polite words, Lydia invited people into the house.

Lydia's residence is not big, and the living room is only a few steps away.

Judging from the reactions of Mr. and Ms. Hurt, they were very normal, and they did not reveal their thoughts about the environment.

"Please sit down."

Lydia asked them to sit down.

At this time, refreshments were also served.

"Please have tea."

Lydia's words today are all polite and concise, showing her rare cautious and polite appearance.

Seeing that Lydia didn't intend to talk too much, although Lydia invited them, Mr. Hurt also knew that it was himself who had the purpose.

"Miss Lydia must be wondering why I must see you."

"A little curious, but I guess it's for the Jones family's sailing investment."

Lydia stated her conjecture quietly, as if she was sure of the answer.

"Miss Lydia is really good, she guessed right. Then can I trouble Miss Lydia to introduce me to Mrs. Jones?"

Mr. Hurt was also straightforward, and he made his request with a handsome smile.

However, Lydia was not one of those people who would say yes as soon as she was bewildered by her handsome face, and she was even a little unhappy with Mr. Hurt's taking it for granted.

"I remember that Mr. Hurt was acquainted with the late Mrs. Bell. Why didn't he know Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Bell's acquaintance?"

"Unfortunately, I didn't have the chance to meet you. So I had to trouble Miss Lydia."

Mr. Hurt seemed confident in his looks and said trouble, but seemed sure that Lydia would agree.

And Miss Hurt just drank the black tea gracefully without speaking, and seemed to believe that her brother could handle everything.

"But Mr. Hurt and I just met once, and we are not familiar with each other. How can we introduce it?"

Lydia felt a little bored. Of course handsome and beautiful people are pleasing to the eye, but she knows that she is handsome so she doesn't appreciate it.

"It's just a little effort, and Miss Lydia is not willing to help?"

Mr. Hurt finally had a real expression - surprised.

Miss Hurt also looked at Lydia in surprise, as if she really took Lydia into her eyes.

"There is nothing easy in this world. As long as it is helping, it takes time and energy. But Mr. Hurt, what do you have that is worthy of me?"

Lydia spoke directly. She felt that what Sherlock said this time was a bit wrong. From the current point of view, Mr. Hurt has no ability except to use his handsomeness.

The only handsome appearance has also become an annoying appearance. Lydia hates men who show off their handsomeness, which reminds her of similar people who she hates the most.

"What does Miss Lydia need?"

Mr. Hurt corrected himself.

Miss Hurt also looked over, as if she was also waiting for Lydia's answer.

"What if I don't see what I need in you? I've often heard that Mr. Hurt is amazing, but now I'm very disappointed."

Lydia was really disappointed. She leaned on the back of the sofa, as if she relaxed her tense muscles.

No way, although this Mr. Hurt has a superficial image in her heart, she still dare not forget Sherlock's reminder, so Lydia who made such a statement was more deliberately provoking Mr. Hurt.

"What if I could invite Mr. Bingley?"

Mr. Hurt suddenly spit out Lydia's familiar name.

It seems that this guy is well-informed and really pays attention to Lydia's every move.

"It's not me who needs to see him, and it's not so urgent and necessary to meet him. It's too ridiculous for Mr. Hurt to use this as a bargaining chip."

Lydia had already sat up straight, but she still didn't agree to help with the introduction.

It's just that the evaluation of Mr. Hurt in his heart has increased a little bit.

"It seems that Miss Lydia has no intention of helping at all."

Mr. Hurt looked at Lydia with a half-smile.

"I just don't understand why Mr. Hurt is staring at me. It's not difficult to get to know Mrs. Jones. She has two sons. The eldest son is not much different from your age. Why waste time on me. Or, I seem Stupid, stupid enough to be at your mercy?"

Lydia felt that she finally understood why Mr. Hurt had come to find her. She had chosen herself entirely because she was the closest young woman to Mrs. Jones recently.

Mr. Hurt's good looks and charisma have always allowed young women to succumb to him and then give him their all.

Mrs. Jones' son line required more time and effort.

This realization made Lydia very angry. She hated being used by this kind of handsome man.

"Why, Miss Lydia misunderstood."

Mr. Hurt looked at Lydia and explained seriously.

It's a pity that in the eyes of Lydia now, his actions and demeanor are all hypocritical.

"I don't think there is a problem with my understanding. So now I doubt your ability and I am very glad that I chose someone else in the choice of partner. Goodbye, Mr. Hurt. I am very happy to meet you, Miss Hurt today."

Lydia said she turned her face, she turned her face, and she said she would see off the guests.

"Mrs. Smith, please help me see off Mr. Hurt and Miss Hurt."

"Two, this way please."

Mrs. Smith immediately carried out Lydia's request, and invited Mr. Hurt, who was not very good-looking but good-looking, and Miss Hurt, who was always smiling, to leave.

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"Mrs. Smith, let's go to Sherlock. Why do I feel that Mr. Hurt is completely different from what he said? I always feel something is wrong."

Lydia, who invited the person away, planned to go directly to 221b Baker Street to find Sherlock, who had only warned her yesterday, to find out what kind of methods Mr. Hurt had or what background he had.

"Go directly, don't you write a text message to ask if he is there?"

Mrs. Smith suggested writing first and asking.

"If you're not here, talk to Mrs. Hudson. Mary's letter has also arrived. I'll go get it to John. Just wait if she's not here."

Lydia didn't intend to waste time writing letters back and forth, and it would be more efficient to go directly when the time was not too late.

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When the carriage was about to arrive at 221b Baker Street, Lydia, who was looking out the window, saw Sherlock in a handsome dress and Watson in a low-key dress got into a carriage parked at the door of 221b.

Lydia, who was sure that the two were Sherlock and Watson, retracted her head, turned her eyes and decided to follow up. Speaking of which, Lydia gave Sherlock the costume last time.

"Don't stop, keep up with the carriage in front."

Mrs. Smith could see Lydia's interest now, and her interest in where and what her friends, who were very differently dressed, were going and doing.

Finally, Sherlock got out of the carriage and entered a mid-range club that was converted from a cafe.

Lydia ordered the coachman to park the carriage in the alley opposite the café, and got out of the carriage to stare at the club at the corner.

She was also happily thinking about where to stop her friends, so as to scare them.

Mrs. Smith didn't stop her, she just chatted with the coachman by the side of the carriage, this kind of petty waywardness, she liked Lydia all the time.

And Lydia was staring intently at the club, thanks to the popularity of glass and the dark weather in London, candles were already lit inside, and the situation in the windows was clearly visible.

After getting off the carriage, Sherlock and John left separately, making Lydia guess that this was a commissioned investigation.

Sherlock, who only saw "I'm rich" written on his clothes, sat opposite a lady at the window.

Lydia tries to find Watson, but he doesn't seem to be within Lydia's sight range.

Look at Sherlock again, he is holding the hand of the lady opposite, it is a gentleman and courteous hand kiss.