I was the Founding Father of the United States

Chapter 88 Mao Sui Recommends Himself

Logically speaking, Chen Wenbin should have trained his stewards from among his earliest confidants to ensure their safety, such as Chris, whom he personally saved.

However, the job of a housekeeper requires professional skills, and it's impossible to just pull someone over and train them for a short period of time to become competent.

Whether it's receiving guests and aristocratic etiquette, personnel arrangements in a residence, procurement of supplies and financial management, or even the storage and tasting of red wine, all require extensive and professional learning.

Chen Wenbin had been thoroughly served by Richard during this period and only then did he realize that Richard was not a butler at all.

He's clearly the CEO of the family, or rather, the prime minister (retainer) of the family!

This is so feudal!

But for Chen Wenbin now, he desperately needs a professional housekeeper.

Because he wanted to mingle in British aristocratic circles and show off his status in front of those bumpkins in North America, he had to act like a true aristocrat, and a professional butler could help him achieve this goal quickly.

Richard just happened to be there, and the circumstances were just right.

As for the issue of trust, would Chris necessarily be more reliable than Richard when faced with truly enormous temptations?

……

After washing his face in the restroom and changing out of his clothes that smelled of smoke, Chen Wenbin, dressed in a vest and riding breeches, went to the reception hall on the right side of the first floor.

"...Dr. Robin, esteemed one!"

The short man sitting on the sofa, wearing a tricorn hat, immediately stood up, removed his hat, placed it on his chest, and bowed, saying, "I salute you!"

"Please sit down!"

Chen Wenbin pointed to the sofa opposite him and asked, "James, what do you want to say to me face to face?"

James Hawley carefully sat down on the blue velvet sofa, then proudly declared, "I've found the person you needed who speaks Chinese and is willing to be hired to go to China!"

Chen Wenbin sat up abruptly and immediately pressed, "...You really found him? Where is he now?"

James Holly didn't answer, but just smiled at him. Chen Wenbin immediately understood that this guy wanted to raise the price... He glared at the private investigator with disgust, leaned back on the sofa, and crossed his legs.

"Tell me! How much money do you want?!"

James Hawley shook his head and said, "I don't want money!"

Chen Wenbin was taken aback, and looked the short detective over again. "You don't want money... then what do you want?"

“…I want to work for you! I mean a long-term, formal job!” James Holly said bluntly. “I heard your pharmacy sold at least three thousand pounds worth of medicine yesterday!”

There must be a lot of guys in London eyeing you and your pharmacy. I think you need a professional to help you deal with these problems!

Help me resolve this problem?

You?

Chen Wenbin smiled and said calmly, "Mr. Holly, are you aware that my pharmacy has another shareholder? I doubt anyone in England can cause him any trouble!"

To everyone's surprise, the short detective smiled and said, "I think the shareholder you're referring to... must be His Majesty the King, right?"

However, while he can shield you from truly important figures, he cannot stop unscrupulous thieves and desperados!

They could easily rob your pharmacy or send people to kidnap someone you care about!

I know every thug and pickpocket boss on every street in London. They are like spider webs, allowing me to know at any time where outsiders are coming and who has gone mad and wants to cause you trouble!

All I want from you is a decent job so my child can attend one of your schools, and your company is recruiting a security captain… I believe I'm qualified for the position!

This is a case of Mao Sui recommending himself!

Chen Wenbin knew perfectly well that this guy was bragging, what did he mean by knowing everything that was going on in London... If he were really that good, he wouldn't have been working as a private investigator all this time.

However, such petty thieves do have their uses, and it's not impossible to take them in, but they must be kept on a tight chain.

He was about to speak when Mary, dressed as a maid, entered carrying two cups of black tea and a plate of biscuits, smiling as she said, "Gentlemen, would you like some biscuits?"

Chen Wenbin was puzzled, but he still pointed to the opposite side and said, "Give James some! Mary, why are you here? Is there something you need?"

Mary bit her lip and nodded, saying, "...Yes, sir, I'd like to speak with you alone later."

"……OK!"

Chen Wenbin had a strange feeling that something was wrong, but he remained calm on the surface. After Mary left, he continued to look at the middle-aged detective.

"...James, I want to know, why are you so determined to ask me for a job?"

With your abilities, you could easily obtain a respectable status by siding with any nobleman or wealthy merchant in London, right?

Hearing Chen Wenbin's question, James Hawley smiled wryly, pointed to his light brown hair, picked up a biscuit, and said helplessly, "Dr. Robin, look! Just like that lady, I'm Irish too!"

I think that in all of London, only here at your place would I be invited into the reception room to enjoy tea and refreshments with you!

Other important figures would at most send their butlers to get rid of me... That's the reason!

Only if you are willing to respect me!

respect?!

Is it really that simple?

Chen Wenbin said in surprise, "You accepted my employment and helped me find people, so I invited you to sit down and have some tea. Isn't that perfectly normal?"

"……normal?!"

James Hawley said in a low voice, "It seems you are indeed a true nobleman! You cannot understand the suffering of people like us... We Irish have no homeland. The British regard us as red-haired inferiors, and the Irish noble lords sell us to America like livestock!"

Even in London, I couldn't get into some districts because Irish people weren't welcome there!

He closed his eyes as he spoke, then opened them a few seconds later, looking at Chen Wenbin and slowly saying, "In Britain, people can quickly identify a person's race and social class based on their hair color, eye color, accent, and clothing, and then choose how to deal with them based on their social class. This is common sense that doesn't need to be said!"

This is what we call "normal"!

Good guy!

Chen Wenbin raised an eyebrow. He knew that Britain was a very hierarchical society, but he didn't expect it to be so severe that regional segregation had occurred... Well, he didn't seem to have seen any Irish residents in Mayfair. At most, he had encountered one or two beautiful red-haired Irish maids, like Mary.

But in Britain, this kind of thing isn't surprising; it's just standard procedure.

He took a sip of hot tea and said calmly, "James, I think I understand your pain, but that's not a reason for me to hire you!"

If you want this job, you must abide by my rules. Not only can you no longer do those previous jobs, but you must also obey my orders unconditionally. Can you accept that?

James Hawley stood up and said earnestly, "As you wish!"

Chen Wenbin waved his hand and said, "Now tell me about the person you found? Can you guarantee he'll work in the Far East according to my requirements?"

James Hawley immediately introduced him: "His name is Eric Lofrat, he's a Bavarian, he used to work as an inspector and purchasing agent at the East India Company's Guangzhou trading post, and later spent two years in Macau. He speaks fluent southern Chinese dialect, but not Mandarin..."