Chapter 9 Chapter nine

Ke Baisha strode back into the office.Stopping in front of Bu Aiqian's typing desk, half complaining, half saying to Bu Aiqian: What a mess. Bu Aiqian pushed the typing table with her hand, moved the wheeled seat back, and said: "Would you like to tell me what's going on?" no.Baisha said: I would never tell anyone about doing such a strange thing.Such a good case, the rain of pure gold fell from the sky, and instead of a spoon, I held a sieve.Everyone gets a share, except me, Ke Baisha.I really miss the little bastard Lai Tangnuo, as long as he is here, he will definitely find a way to get him some money, and we will get him some money.

He sent a postcard.Bu Aiqian said: He is currently in San Francisco.Will be there for another three or four days. You said Lai Tangnuo is in San Francisco? Yes. I'm going to fly over to see him. It's useless.Elsie said: It says yes on his postcard, you can't go into the camp to see him, but he can receive your letter. . The angle of Baisha's chin shows her unchangeable determination.Well, she said: I will write a letter to this little shrimp.This brainy, clever little bastard!He will know what to do.If he still thinks of thanking me, he will tell me how to do it.Elsie, bring in your shorthand book.I'm going to send Tang Nuo a letter and tell him everything that happened.

Ke Baisha led the way, and the two women entered her private office.She sat herself in a rockable office chair, and said to Bu Aiqian: This letter is delivered by Credit Airline, express, for a limited time, urgently, with confidentiality on the envelope, private letter, priority opening and reading in person. Bu Aiqian drew on the shorthand paper with a pencil. Now for the content.Bai Sha said: Dear Tang Nuo, I am very glad to know your recent situation.Thank you for taking the time to send the postcard.I miss you too.Baisha is maintaining the business of the detective agency by herself, so that you can have something to do when you come back after the war Wait a minute, Elsie, I don't want to say that.

Bu Aiqian looked up at her. Saying this puts the handle in his hands.Baisha said. You don't want him back to work?Elsie asked. How can I know the future.Bai Sha said excitedly: No one knows when the war will end.You start all over again, rewrite.That's it.Dear Tang Nuo: Because you abandoned Baisha in danger, you still have to rescue her from difficulties. I am too dependent on him when I write this.Elsie, tear it up and start over. Baisha thought for a while. Suddenly, she said: We write like this.Dear Don Nuo: Baisha is very busy this afternoon, but she knows how lonely it is to be in the army alone, so she still wastes her time writing you a long letter.In case other partners have letters from home, you will feel sorry for Elsie, this is a paragraph, you write it on a new line.In fact, I have nothing to tell you other than office business.And your eccentric head, if you have nothing to reason with, may rust, so I want to tell you a very interesting case recently received in the office.

Baisha stopped, studied for a while, smiled with satisfaction, and said to Essie: That's it, so that I can tell him the case openly, so that he won't think that I'm begging him, and he will Give me advice, you can bet if you don't believe me. What if he doesn't give you advice?Bu Aixi said. Of course, I will mention in my letter that whatever suggestions he has, he must tell me by telegram.But I'm going to use a snack machine, so I can't just say that.I would say that if he wanted to know any particular developments in a case he was so interested in, he could telegraph his opinion, and I would keep him updated on the progress.

Bu Aiqian looked at her watch, she said: If this letter will be very long, and you want to send it before the evening flight, we can just let you dictate and I will type it. Evening flight sent out!Baisha cried, "If it's not too expensive, I'll send it by telegram."Forget it, let's use your typewriter.Here is a photographic copy of the will.I made three copies.Send a copy to Tang Nuo in the letter to see what he thinks.