"...It's exactly what you said." Ethan was stunned for nearly a minute, and suddenly exhaled heavily, "Thank you, Hitzfeld."
The impact of these words was indeed strong enough to open many wounds.
He was forced to face his own heart.
Then he adjusted everything in less than a minute.
This is not a special talent; all agents who bear the name of Shadow Lion should have this ability.
Of course, it was only temporary. He was still hesitant and needed long-term recuperation.
“But even Darent dared to call my name…” Hitzfeld didn’t let him go.
"No... I still want to insist on this. I prefer to call you this." Ethan waved his hand and turned back to look at her seriously. "Every time I call you this, it reminds me of our first meeting. I actually discovered a genius like you..."
"Really, I'm honored."
Hitzfeld began to blush.
It's okay for her to analyze a problem, even an emotional one, but when she gets too deep into it, especially when it involves herself, she always finds it extremely awkward.
Luckily, Ethan didn't go into it too deeply, and the two of them quickly got out of the car and approached the gate with a Sherries dog.
The car was parked right next to the gate. The fact that they hadn't gotten out of the car had aroused the suspicion of the guard. Now that he saw them coming over, he became even more alert and asked them to leave immediately.
Next... Ethan's little notebook played a huge role again, which made Hitzfeld sigh: If she hadn't brought Ethan here, then if she wanted to investigate something, she might have to learn from a certain great detective and climb over walls and step on tiles.
The guard was contacting the factory executives to receive them, and while they were waiting, Hitzfeld suddenly spoke.
"Ethan."
"Hitzfeld?"
"If you can figure it out for yourself, I mean completely, I will give you a gift when you leave Fellington."
"Gift?"
"Correct."
"……what gift?"
"I want to keep it a secret."
Ethan smiled helplessly.
This is a laugh at himself...it turns out that he has fallen to the point where he needs to rely on a junior, a child who has just grown up, for his care.
Shame on you, Agent Ethan.
"Okay." He nodded. "It's settled."
"I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting—"
The sound arrived before the person did. When the two turned around, they happened to see a middle-aged man in a brown shirt and sailor's lining pants running into the sentry post.
He was very thin, about 170 cm tall, with dark brown, fluffy curly hair that was extremely curly, and round-framed glasses on his nose that were very big compared to his face. After he came in, he immediately bent over and gasped for breath.
He is not good at sports, but he still ran here.
This attitude alone was enough to earn the respect of the two men. Ethan immediately comforted him and told him not to be too nervous.
"I'm Itay Aarons, the factory's technical director. It's no exaggeration to say that I handle all the factory's affairs."
After catching his breath, Yitai led them out of the sentry post and walked into the factory, introducing himself as they walked.
"Esun Hitzfeld."
"Ethan Doyle."
"Esun Hitzfeld…?"
Itai first glanced at the girl's face in surprise, then nodded slightly after seeing her hair color, eye mask and delicate features.
"Nice to meet you two... I wonder what you are here to investigate at DreamWorks?"
"Of course it's Nicholas Brende—"
Hitzfeld spoke first.
"As the largest importer of Newlonso orchards, I believe you have heard about the recent events on Enling Road. That's why we are here. I want to know the procedures for handling the Earl's estate after his death."
"But……"
"Attention, all of them."
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Chapter 34 Listing Disputes
Hitzfeld knew how much that was asking.
The Earl died in 1921, 64 years ago, a time span of more than half a century.
With such a long time, just digging out the information from that period is not an easy task, not to mention that she asked for "all of them", which clearly showed that "we suspect there are problems with some operations of DreamWorks".
Butler Yitai's face obviously darkened. During this process, Hitzfeld and Ethan did not say anything, but just waited quietly for his answer.
"I have worked in the factory for 19 years and I believe that all our operating procedures from the beginning to now are correct."
After a long moment, he nodded, "Okay... both of you, please follow me. I hope we can resolve this misunderstanding as soon as possible."
When he said this, the tense atmosphere suddenly disappeared.
"Can you tell what we are suspicious of?" Ethan asked him curiously.
"You asked about the Enling Road case first." The man with glasses chuckled, "I know that family... Mark Sinley, he is the son of Pruss Sinley, and Pruss worked in the factory back then. My current position once belonged to him."
"Is there such a thing..." Ethan's eyes flickered slightly, and he immediately looked at the gray-haired girl.
Hitzfeld widened his one eye, raised the corners of his mouth in joy, shook his head at him, and then leaned forward his chin, motioning him to continue.
It seems a dereliction of duty that such information was not obtained from the police.
But their investigation moved too quickly. Less than a day had passed since the tragedy happened yesterday, so the police had not had time to retrieve detailed information on the residents of Enling Road.
"Can you tell me about this Pruss?" Hitzfeld asked softly.
"No problem." Chief Steward Yitai nodded leisurely. "He is my senior. I have a very deep impression of him. He is very capable... He often forgets to eat and sleep for work."
"What has he been up to?"
"It's similar to what I have now...personnel transfers, interpersonal relationships, and review of R&D plans. It's quite a lot and complicated. Oh, and I have to keep an eye on the finances."
"So he had a lot of power at the time."
"You can say that."
"How old was he then?"
"Forty or fifty? ... I don't know. I don't pay attention to other people's age."
"The Xinlai family never saw him until they were wiped out. He must be..."
"Dead—a natural death."
"Sure?"
"Well, it might be due to some overwork, and there are also hidden dangers caused by disputes with the factory in the early years, but overall there is no problem. He died of natural causes."
"Can you tell me what the dispute was between him and the factory?"
"This matter..." Manager Yitai paused and let out a breath.
"Forget it. Anyway, you can see it yourself by looking at the documents later..." He finally made up his mind, "It's about whether the factory should be listed on the stock market."
"Going public?"
"Yes... I think you all know that the factory is not a listed company yet..."
"He's right." Ethan spoke up at this time, "DreamWorks has never been listed and cannot be listed. The latter clause is clearly written in the Earl's will."
He had a very detailed understanding of this aspect, and after his and Chief Steward Itai's alternating explanations, Hitzfeld finally understood all the causes and effects.
To put it simply, Pruss-Sinlai believes that he should be rewarded more for his work for the company over the years. He is not satisfied with his current salary and rewards, and hopes to push the company to go public internally to seek huge wealth.
The size of Candy Dream Factory is extremely terrifying. It is the largest candy and dessert company in Sara and even in the surrounding areas, and there is no competitor of the same level. If such a giant company wants to go public, you can imagine how popular their stocks will be. Pruss-Sinlai holds a certain number of internal shares, and he certainly hopes to maximize their value.
But his plan failed.
He was not the only one who thought so. He found many partners in the company to promote this matter. But every time he was about to succeed, he was rejected by the management. He became furious and thought that some people did not know how to run a company.
“So he ended up selling those shares.”
"Yes... After all, he wants money. If he breaks up with Souji, he won't be able to continue. There's no point in keeping the shares."
"How much did you give him?"
"About 9000 Sera."
"That's a huge sum of money."
"Who says it's not? But he is not satisfied." Manager Yitai shook his head as he walked. "Actually, I can understand him a little bit. If his expectations are realized, the money can be increased by more than ten times."
Don’t think that when Hitzfeld negotiated with Baron Skye before, he often asked for hundreds of thousands of Sera or a million Seraan. That’s because Baron Skye is too rich. He can be said to be one of the richest people in Sara.
After all, Skye Aviation is the only company that can build and sell airships. It is a monopoly and will always make huge profits in any era.
It is already amazing for a normal family to have a savings of 2000 Sera. If the number is not 2000 but 20000... then it can be said to be a wealthy family.
Just like Mr. Ponson, he was willing to pay 10000 Sera after solving the problem of Ghost Street, which was enough to show his sincerity.
"arrive."
Leading the two people and the dog into an office building, they came to a locked door on the third floor. Manager Yitai unlocked the door and said, "This is it."
The door lock was opened, and he pushed it open with a creaky sound. Fine dust could be seen falling from it.
No one has been here for a long time.
"The old archive room contains all the stuff from decades ago," Chief Steward Yitai turned around and explained, "We are using new ones now... so we hardly come here."
"Can we see everything here?"
"It's all right, because all the truly secret things have been moved and locked away."
"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Aarons."
"This... I actually hope to resolve this misunderstanding as soon as possible." Chief Steward Yitai raised his eyebrows.
"Please believe DreamWorks. Although some things have changed after the Count's death, his successor at least did not make things irreparable... We would never do such a thing over a small dispute, especially one that broke out so long ago."
Then he nodded to the two of them and said, "You guys take a look first."
"I'll get you some water."
"and many more."
Seeing him turn around, Hitzfeld hurriedly called out to him.
"Miss Hitzfeld?"
Chief Steward Yitai looked puzzled.
"I want to ask again, what is your impression of Pruss?"
"I'm sorry, Miss." Butler Yitai opened his mouth, "I... I don't quite understand..."
"Is he tall?"
"Not tall... probably just over 170 cm..."
"Is there anything special about his body shape, like being particularly strong or thin?"
"No... He has a well-proportioned body, neither fat nor thin... About the same size as me."
"Thank you, Mr. Aarons."
Chapter 35: Murder Case Reoccurs
Manager Yitai left with a confused look on his face.
Two people and a Sheldon dog were left in the room searching for information.
