Red Dead Redemption Dawn

Philip is a middle-aged British lawyer in his forties, of medium height and thin build. He likes to stroke his beautiful mustache, and John Goo observed him touching his mustache three times in twenty minutes.

Because the bank and the government agency knew Mr. Edwin's lawyer, everything went smoothly, and in just an hour he had everything sorted out for John.

"Mr. Wick, now you only need to sign these documents to get Chelman Manor, oh no, it should be the real estate title deed of Wick Manor, it becomes your legal property." Philip touched again Touched his pretty mustache.

"It's enviable that you can buy such a luxurious manor at such a young age." Philip said politely.

"Well, I'll sign it first." John took a deep breath, and then signed his name swipely. For unnecessary trouble, Steve suggested that John purchase it in the name of Edwin's half gift. The price of this manor to the outside world is four thousand dollars, and it is paid in installments. John agrees with this point of view.

Afterwards, under the witness of the government and the bank, Philip and John completed the final handover ceremony.

John was a little excited when he got the real estate documents. After all, such a big manor has only been seen on TV and other people's homes in the past and present.

"Mr. Wick, do you have any questions? If not, please forgive me and leave. After all, I still have a lot of things to deal with." Philip asked a gentleman after handing over the final documents, if he still needed follow-up help .

"It's alright, thank you Mr. Philip, I won't bother you with the rest." He waved goodbye to lawyer Philip who boarded the carriage.

Looking at Philip leaving, John decided to visit his manor

After asking Steve if he had a suitable candidate, Steve smiled and said to John, "If you are short of temporary partners, he can introduce a dozen or so in minutes, but if you are going to be a police officer under you, he doesn't. An acquaintance."

John thought of a suitable place to find people. The black market should know a lot of people who lack jobs but have good marksmanship.

But as soon as John came to Green's room, Green stopped him.

"Is there any problem?" John was a little strange.

"You are now disqualified from entering the black market, Sheriff John." Green shook his head and said to John, his expression as if he was describing an ordinary thing.

"Because I became a law enforcement officer in Blackwater Town, I lost this qualification?" John looked at Green and asked.

"Well, but you can still come to me to buy information and undertake tasks. I'm your special line staff, you just can't go inside." Green pointed to the entrance to the black market.

"Sheriff John, is there anything I can help you with?" After Green finished speaking, he asked John about the purpose of his visit.

"I want to know if there are suitable gunmen around here. I need a few reliable people." Green became John's lineman, and he didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

"What do you mean by appropriate and reliable?" Green asked John's detailed requirements.

"I want to hire a few people as subordinates, reliable." John looked at Green and stated his conditions.

"That's too difficult. We can't guarantee loyalty, but I can try to find it for you, but even if I find it, it's unreliable and suitable. You can only judge by yourself." I didn't laugh at John's naivety, but seriously explained the difficulty here.

"Three hundred dollars. I will give you a list tomorrow morning. They are all gunmen with good marksmanship in Blackwater Town. You can judge for yourself whether they are reliable." Green quoted the price.

"Well, then I'll come back tomorrow morning." John handed over three hundred dollars and wanted to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Green again.

"Wait a minute, John."

"Do you have any other questions?"

"You still haven't given me the $50 handling fee." Green said seriously.

"So dark?"

"Mr. John is serious." Green pushed the eyes on his nose and put on the expression of a profiteer in the industry.

"As expected of a black market."

After dropping another fifty dollars, John successfully left the black market.

Leaving the black market, John decided to visit his manor.

Cherman Manor is about 40 minutes away from Heishui Town, and if you hurry up, you can reach it in 30 minutes.

It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at the manor, and there were still a few workers inside the manor who were dealing with the sundries and maintenance of the manor.

There were also two guards standing in the manor. When they saw John's arrival, they stepped forward to ask.

"Who are you?" the guard asked, looking at John.

"John Wick, I completed the purchase of this manor with Mr. Edwin in the morning." John showed the deed and land documents of the manor.

"Mr. Wake, please, I'll call the housekeeper here." A guard invited John to check on the manor, and a guard went to find the temporary housekeeper here.

Shortly after arriving in the living room, a well-dressed middle-aged white man walked in.

"Mr. Wick, welcome to you, my name is Joseph, the temporary steward of this manor." Joseph extended a friendly hand to John who stood up, and then checked the documents that John put on the table.

"Mr. Wick, do you need to take over this manor now? Do you need me to notify a few employees to come and see you?" Joseph asked after reading it briefly.

"Are there many employees?"

"There are not as many as five. They are only responsible for daily maintenance and cleaning."

"In other words, the minimum standard for this manor is five employees." John asked while looking at the big house.

"Yes, this manor is very large, and five employees are the minimum standard. Their weekly wages are $6 for female employees and $7 for male employees. There are two female employees and three male employees.

And Jonathan's weekly salary is $3 higher than the other two, so the monthly salary for male employees is $96 and the monthly salary for female employees is $48. Mr. Wake only needs to pay them $144 a month. Joseph thoughtfully helped John make a rough calculation.

One hundred and forty-four dollars, John's salary is fifty dollars a week, two hundred dollars a month. Good guy, a sheriff's salary is just enough to cover the monthly expenses of this manor.

"Other than that?" John continued to ask if there were any other necessary expenses.

"Mr. Wake, you also need to hire a butler who is in charge of the whole estate, and a minimum of two guards, and the housekeeper is generally paid $30 a week, and the guards are paid $14 a week, if needed. I can recommend a suitable housekeeper for you," Joseph said again.

After listening to Joseph's introduction, John knew how much the manor would cost a month. The minimum standard was three hundred and seventy-six dollars. If you add food and drink, it will be more than 400 a month. What the hell!

"Wait~~" John interrupted Joseph embarrassedly.

"What's wrong with Mr. Wick?"

"Um~ is there any profit from this manor?" John asked cautiously.

Looking at John's expression, Joseph probably understood something.

"The building area of ​​this manor is only 19 acres, and the remaining 60 acres are used to grow tobacco. The maturity period is three to four months. Each mature season can get about 1,000 US dollars in revenue, and two can be matured in one year. Second, about $2,000 in revenue.”

Joseph continued, "But if you need to continue to grow tobacco, Mr. John, then you need to recruit two more experienced male workers to manage that tobacco growing."

Can it be returned? The thought flashed through John's mind. But directly denying it, that would be too embarrassing, he couldn't do it.

And he can temporarily not invite the housekeeper and guards who have the biggest expenses, but if it's just some workers, then he can still afford the expenses of this manor.

In that case, this private manor can spend up to three thousand dollars a year.

This reminded John of the $3,000 head that he threw at Devil Hills. **** it.

Calculating that the income from tobacco can be worth two thousand dollars, John only needs to bear less than one thousand dollars in expenses every year.

In this way, John can still afford this manor, and John who understands it feels much better.

As for such a big manor, it's a shame that there are no housekeepers and guards? Can't afford it, it's so expensive, who can afford it?

John is not rich.

"So Mr. Wick, do you need to take over this manor today?" Joseph asked.

"No, I'm not going to take over today, when will you leave?" John asked.

"You need to take over this manor within a week, we will leave here after you take over, of course if you need, you can keep the five staff, they are very good and hardworking, and we are Mr Edwin We can't stay but I can introduce you to a qualified housekeeper." Joseph said politely.

"The housekeeper is in no hurry. In this way, Joseph, I will take over the manor tomorrow, but before I thought you would hire two more experienced tobacco employees for me to help me manage the tobacco growing land here. Is that okay?" After John had a plan, he told Joseph.

At the most tomorrow, Lambert and Kane will come to Blackwater Town, and the black market can find a list of suitable gunmen. Lambert should be able to deal with the problem of the manor, and let him deal with the manor before taking office. Perfect.

After making the calculations, John left the manor directly and returned to Blackwater Town to head to the dock area that he would take over in two days.

He remembered that there had been a few murders at the dock recently. This case annoyed Chief Wright. He didn't plan to go to the police station until Kane and Lambert came, but John wanted to know the story and the cause of the case in advance. .

It was after three o'clock in the afternoon when he came to Heishui Town. He was smoking on a street corner in the dock area, surrounded by various workers who were carrying and unloading goods at the dock, and everything didn't look much different.

John took two puffs of cigarettes and walked towards a porter who didn't seem to find a suitable job.

"Hey, friend, would you like one?" John offered a cigarette.

The man glanced at John, took the cigarette, took out a match, and lit it.

"Is something wrong?" the man asked after taking a deep breath.

"I heard that there have been several murders recently, but no murderers have been found." John chatted with him.

"Yes, a pervert killed a prostitute more than 20 days ago." The guy got a little excited when he heard this.

"What kind of perversion?" John continued to ask.

"He not only slit the prostitute's throat, but also took her uterus." The man said that he was afraid that John didn't know what the uterus was, and explained, "The uterus is the place where the child is born. I heard from the forensic doctors."

"Didn't the police find anyone?"

"That group of rice buckets?" The man said directly, but after speaking, he looked around in fear. "I heard that he was killed in the early morning. No one heard the screams. The body was found in a small alley."

"And then." John continued to ask.

"Just a dozen days later, that guy killed another three days ago." The man said with a pretense of ferocity.

"Are you still a prostitute?"

"Yes, she was still a prostitute, and she took her uterus as well. What a pervert."

"Where did you find it?"

"In another place, it's also an alley."

"Did the police still find nothing this time?"

"What do you think they'll find? They asked everyone in that alley that day, but no one heard the screams or saw anything." The man waved his hand to fan the smoke from the two of them, and continued, "Now Every morning, all the prostitutes on the street are afraid to come out, they are afraid of being the next victim."

"Even women who are not in this area seldom come out in the early morning. This incident has begun to cause a certain panic."

"And I heard." The man beckoned to John mysteriously and asked him to pass his ear.

"What did you hear?" John handed his head over.

"I heard that it was a terrorist organization that did this. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" the man whispered.

"Terrorist organization?"

"Yes, it's called the sect of chastity. They specialize in punishing women who are disloyal to their relationship and marriage, and prostitutes blaspheme their teachings, so they want to kill every prostitute."

John pulled his head back and looked at him with a foolish look on his face.

Seeing John's expression, the man immediately became excited, "Don't believe me, I'm not alone in talking about this."

"Then do you know who said it in the first place?" John continued to ask.

"Who knows, it started circulating two days ago, everyone said that." The man was obviously just a follower.

"Do you know where the alley where the accident happened?"

"Of course I know, just..." After the man told John the location, John thanked him and left.

When I came to the nearest crime scene, it was a relatively closed alley, about 100 meters away from the main street. It was covered by tall buildings and had no lights. The only few windows could not necessarily see this location.

A perfect hunting spot. If the person John wants to kill appears at this location, then John can indeed dismember the body on the spot after killing the person.

After looking around, John left here and walked towards the first crime scene.

This is also a small alley at the turning point dozens of meters away from the street. It is the same darkness and no lights. There are many windows around, and I don't know if there are any witnesses.

"Church of Chastity? Terrorist organization? Prostitutes?" John frowned and muttered, looking at the sky getting dark, he couldn't see anything useful.

John took out Mickey's exquisite pocket watch and checked the time. It was six o'clock and it was time to eat.