"Name?"

"Doug Clayden."

"age?"

"fourteen."

"Profession?"

"entrepreneur."

"entrepreneur?"

"I just owned a printing and dyeing factory, and it's fine if you think it's not suitable for writing scholars."

"scholar?"

"Not long ago, the president of Yale University invited me to study at Yale University."

"Okay..." The slightly thin clerk reluctantly agreed to what Doug said no matter how he heard it, how unreliable it was.

Although I have never heard of any rich man in New Haven's surname, Clayden, who knows if this little guy in front of me is the little guy from other places? I heard that it is very popular recently for rich guys to start their own business.

Doug doesn't know how to read minds, so of course he doesn't know the pen in front of him that he is complaining in his heart, even if he knows that he doesn't care.

He made the record according to the process in a regular manner. The recorder closed the book and asked, "Is the murderer next door?"

Doug nodded slightly, suddenly frowned again, and in an instant he had a better idea.

After handing over another tempting paper ticket, Doug said leisurely, "Although my servant accidentally killed someone, I hope your bureau can not punish sins directly for God's sake. I believe God is fair, can I let the presiding judge and the jury decide his sin in court?"

"I understand." The recorder accepted the money and nodded.

When the clerk walked to the interrogation room next door, the strong Hull policeman reminded, "Mr. Doug, what happens is usually solved in silence. Are you going to?"

Doug showed a thankful expression, with a look of my own tricks, and then he handed out the paper ticket again gentlemanly, saying, "Mr. Hull, I think we can be friends."

"No problem, of course." Policeman Hull smiled brightly.

Just as the two were making friends, the recorder next door was using his skills to ask questions.

"Are you with Mr. Doug Clayden tonight?"

The little shoe shiner nodded.

"Are you a boy?"

The little shoe shiner nodded.

"Did you have dinner today?"

The little shoe shiner nodded.

...

"Did you shoot Smith?"

The little shoe shiner nodded.

The recorder doesn't believe that the smelly little devil in front of him killed someone.

Can he fire such a little devil?

So, he adopted a technique he often used.

After asking a series of meaningless questions like a storm, ask the questions he wants to ask.

The guy being interrogated at this time will definitely give a positive answer according to the habit of thinking.

He thought about this trick for a long time before he figured it out. He felt that his approach was simply full of wisdom.

You should know that he is an alien among the police who is unwilling to see blood and unwilling to see people suffer.

In addition to making smart comments on himself, he also thinks he is a good person.

The good man recorder selectively recorded the questions he was going to ask and the answers of the little shoe shiner in the notebook.

The moment he closed the book, he felt relieved and was done and could continue to sleep!

etc!

He suddenly felt that he had forgotten something.

Damn it, why did I forget the little boy next door asking this guy to go to court?

Rich people are really annoyed!

If you go to court, will your art of interrogation be exposed?

No! I have to think of a solution!

...

Have it!

Since that's the case, the court is not impossible. Just let him not speak!

ha!

I'm such a genius!

You must let the little boy next door pay more for my genius!

The recorder was so happy that he even had the urge to hum a small song.

He forced his face and walked out of the interrogation room with cheerful steps.

When the recorder walked away, Doug, accompanied by his good friend Hull, walked into the small shoe shiner's interrogation room.

He walked to the little shoe shiner with an apology expression, squatted down and pushed away the hair blocking the little shoe shiner with his hand, and said in a low voice, "You are going to live here for a while..."

Before the little shoe shiner could react, Doug suddenly stood up and turned to the policeman Hull and shouted, "You must let him eat the best food here, and don't let him suffer!"

As he said that, Doug went through his pockets and stuffed the remaining eight silver coins and several paper tickets to Hull.

Then he turned back and said to the little shoe shiner, "Don't be afraid! I will definitely save you!"

When he said yes, Doug then robbed the door.

The little shoe shiner who witnessed all this was still stunned.

I don't know if he was because Dougs gave the police that he might not be able to make in five years, or because of something else.

Staggered, he suddenly cried.

No one has ever treated him so well!

At first he got close to Doug and wanted to make money, but now he really wanted to be loyal to Doug and serve Doug!

How could I not repay Mr. Doug's love for me so much?

Doug, carrying a box, left the police station and rushed back to the New Haven Hotel as fast as possible.

Even if there are police patrols in the city at night, it is not safe.

Before, he dared to go out alone at night because he had a gun.

And now the pistol that may have surpassed the times is lying in the police station to make evidence.

He is naturally fearless with a gun and rich, but he is only rich, but he is afraid of being regarded as a delicious little sheep by jackals.

The performance he just performed was the effect of "You treat me with a national hero, and I should repay him with a national hero."

The chicken soup article he once read said that the best friend is a friend who will actually lend a dollar when he only has one dollar on his body.

Doug believed that all the routine performances he performed with bribing the police would definitely make the little shoe polisher, who was probably no bigger than walnut kernels, really willing to do anything for himself.

I'm really a bad guy!

Doug thought, and walked into the New Haven Hotel.

"Sir, are you back?" The waiter at the door was still the waiter who came back with the little shoe shiner last time.

Doug, who had no change on him this time, did not give him any tips.

After looking at the waiter for a while, he said, "Come with me."

When Doug looked at him, he felt something strange.

Could it be... Although this young master is fast, he has many times and wants to be strong?

The young master is so generous, probably won't treat me badly.

...

I wonder if the young master is very good at preaching?

I guess the master grew up in a church school, otherwise how could he like this at such a young age?

I heard that the pastors and priests in the church like the kind of little boys who can get tender and water the most.
Chapter completed!