Chapter 569

Wesley street is a bottom-up street.

One end of the street is connected with the vibrant and low-altitude industrial south area of the new area, and the other end is connected with the central North area of the old area surrounded by three mountains and rich people.

The flagstone Westley street is connected between the two, from low to high, like going back from the present to the past.

The street is bustling.

On both sides of the street, there are bright and close wooden houses with two or three floors. There is no gap between houses, one next to another and one after another.

Their structures are mostly similar.

There are shops on the first floor and people on the second floor. If there are three floors, it is to live a lot of people.

The type of shop is also very boring. There are many pubs, many bakeries, occasionally hotels and grocery stores, and occasionally gamblers and warblers in the gap.

Their financiers are the poor and many workers in the south.

For those who can't earn a few pennies a day, art, music, beauty and space are meaningless things. There is only one characteristic of what they pursue, that is, they must afford it.

Customers' needs create a monster like going down the street. The closer they are to the south, the more messy they are. The door of each store is filled with shelves.

The good four car Avenue was crowded into a two car path. The carriage was unwilling to pass through Wesley street and walked on the sheep's intestines path. The coachman would always be unable to restrain the terrible illusion of being digested.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, a carriage stopped at the corner of Wesley's lower street.

A tall and straight gentleman jumped out of the car, with a tuxedo and a high ceremony hat. There was a silver light of a wig at the brim of the hat. He held a long closed black umbrella in his hand. Even now the sun was in the sky, he took it for granted.

Such a fashion full of British elements can be seen everywhere in Boston, but now it is rare. Since the upper class fled the United States, the British style has become dazzling here.

But this gentleman is obviously special. He doesn't care about the malice around him. He walks around the car with an umbrella and slowly opens the door.

A slender leg poked out of the car, shiny pointed shoes stepped on the steps, and the trouser legs bulged in a round curve. Then came the hand. The slender fingertips were painted with red nails, which were soft on the gentleman's respectful palm.

A woman came out with a swallow tail, breeches, a luxurious Knight's sword on her waist, long red hair tied into a horse tail, a top hat pressed on the horse tail, and the hat barrel was much shorter than that of a gentleman.

Obviously, she is a pure male dress, but no one will regard her as a male. Her curves show the pride of being a woman. Her thin and long Phoenix eyes are flickering, and the posture instrument with oblique eyes and light glances can hook off people's souls.

Click.

Katrina's leather shoes stepped on the pitted slate floor and lost her balance. Her lips were about to fall with a sigh.

Lorraine's palm immediately worked hard, grabbed Katrina's hand and lifted it up. Her umbrella on the ground was also horizontal at some time, supporting her waist branch properly to help her find her body balance again.

Katrina was depressed and said, "I can't even stand stably. Can high-heeled shoes really highlight my temperament?"

Lorraine smiled and let go of his hand. "Theoretically, tiptoe can make the waist and back more straight. It can not only lengthen the legs, but also force people to lift their chest and hips. From the effect, Carmen is not aimless."

"But standing unsteadily only makes people stoop, doesn't it?"

"Women's sense of balance is much better than men. Since men can duel in high heels, women have no reason to be unstable."

"Also..." Katrina reached out and took Lorraine's arm. "Captain, how far do we have to swagger like this?"

"Evelyn's natural breath is at the end of Wesley's Upper Street, close to the lower street. It's about 500 meters from here." Lorraine recalled Haina's description. "In fact, I hope this road can be longer. The longer we swagger, the easier it is to expose the eyes on both sides of the road."

"In that case, wouldn't it be better to walk slowly?"

Lorraine strangely glanced at Katrina's high-heeled shoes: "don't be deliberate, really don't be deliberate..."

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There is an old word in the world called "division of labor and cooperation". It seems that what is cooked is Gongying chicken soup. In fact, it describes the essence of society, that is, the prerequisite of cooperation lies in division of labor.

Division of labor can make people have a clear position and know what they should do and what they should not do, so people can save energy, concentrate and be full-time in a suitable position, create value for "everyone" and enjoy the achievements of others with peace of mind.

Because of this, division of labor is great. It breaks the inherent loneliness of higher organisms, and successfully takes into account the natural selfishness of wisdom while integrating, which makes people indulge and can't stop.

"The only question is, who will lead?"

Behind the French windows on the third floor of a hotel, Carmen played with his glass and said to Haina with his mouth tilted.

Their room has a perfect view, because under their feet is the boundary between Wesley's down street and up street.

The boundary is the first cross lane of the whole street from bottom to top. Houses are split here with a spacing of more than four meters, extending straight away. One side of the lower street is filled with wine bottles and wooden boxes, and one side of the upper street is shining with white fences and lawns.

Haina looked at the people in the cross lane with the curtain, turned her head, and was bumping into Carmen's expectant eyes.

"Are you waiting for me to ask a question?" Hannah asked strangely.

"Isn't that normal!" said Carmen angrily. "Although I'm not going to make a mystery, why does Lorraine want to pull Rashid's braid? You really understand the calculation?"

"I don't understand." Haina looked back at the street view and took it for granted. "Lorraine said to find out Rashid's minions, then find them. There's no need for why."

Carmen opened his mouth incomprehensibly. "That's why you're a boring woman."

"In the eyes of most people, women who like to dig into the bottom are more boring."

"To get to the bottom of the matter, I need to keep asking questions. I seldom ask questions, so I'm sorry. It's called having a good heart."

"Oh, oh, oh..."

"That red haired woman is too hot!"

"Wearing men's clothes, is it the master's secretary?"

"Evil rich pig, it must be very comfortable to lie on her!"

"One latte, two puffs! Ha ha!"

A group of dirty children ran noisily under the window, which attracted Haina's eyes. She just saw Katrina walking through the street with Lorraine in her arm, walking down the street into the street.

This pair of beauties has attracted a lot of attention in the street, but although there are many people chasing after them, there are basically no weird people.

Haina frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "is there anything worth paying attention to?"

"Katrina is really sassy in men's clothes." Carmen yawned against the window. "I only saw it once in Miami. That time she was going on a date with fafuna."

Haina doesn't like Carmen's expression of carrying private goods. It's good to just say "didn't find it". She has to add "I don't care that Katrina and Lorraine are together".

Is monopoly so important?

Haina grinned with a slight mockery, and a reflection of the wine bottle flashed in front of her eyes.

Her pupils narrowed, and across the window, she could only see the heavy curtains.

"Xavier, who is our neighbor?"

"Neighbors?" Carmen thought. "Lucas winery, a three story building built in 1753, is owned by Irish pioneers and has a channel for Scotch whisky."

"The third floor." Haina pointed forward through the curtains. "Is the third floor the landlord's family or guests?"

"Who knows? The time for collecting intelligence is very limited. We only know that he has not rented it out."

"I'll have a look." Hannah pulled on her hood and opened the door. "Do you want to call two sailors in? If you can't hold a dagger well, a burglar can kill you."

"Thank you!" Carmen raised his head proudly. "Let them continue to guard outside the door. Not everyone can see a lady's lazy afternoon!"