New Gods of North America

If we regard Mr. Russell as a "customer" rather than a "visitor\

,"Then he should be considered a difficult customer.

Don't hesitate to give compliments when communicating face to face, and get along well with others.

But it's hard to tell his attitude.

And I feel that he is probably the type who "doesn't release the eagle until he sees the rabbit". He is willing to agree with whatever you say.

But whether he actually believes it or agrees with it is another matter.

So even though he talked for a long time, he never mentioned any substantive commission.

Wayne just followed the conversation, and the topic gradually turned to a mess.

"I heard that Wayne, you are also going to study at the 'college'? I wonder what field you are studying?" Mr. Russell asked.

Wayne cooperated with the client to do a background check. "My family is from Puritan background. I was admitted to a seminary. My personal study plan is in the direction of history."

"Seminary?" Mr. Russell nodded slightly. "History is a very promising field. The history of America still needs to be sorted out, improved and explored in depth."

Hmm...

Wayne didn't know whether Mr. Russell was just agreeing or mocking...

Ian Fisk was more interested in this topic. Although he still looked nonchalant, he sat up a little straighter:

"After you enroll, we will be considered alumni. If you want to join our fraternity at that time, I can recommend you as an honorary member. In that case, you only need to undergo a symbolic assessment."

Was there already a fraternity at this time?

Wayne thought for a moment, "From what I remember, you graduated from the College of Arts and Sciences? Does your fraternity accept members from other colleges?"

Ian Fisk nodded. "Of course. The fraternity mainly examines individuals and has nothing to do with the college. Although you may not need it, our fraternity has independent housing, which is more comfortable than the dormitories provided by the college. I can ask them to reserve a good room for you."

Wayne's impression of the Brotherhood was quite average.

So he decided to wait and see: "I don't know much about these aspects yet, so I may have to consider them after I enroll."

Ian Fisk was easy to talk to. "No problem. Olivia should write to us regularly. You can ask her to tell me when the time comes, or you can contact me directly. I can write you a letter of recommendation."

"Miss Olivia is also planning to go to college?" Wayne asked.

"Well, although she is probably a little younger than you, she is in the same class as you."

Ian Fisk said, and gestured to Mr. Russell. "Mr. Russell's daughters, Miss Gladys and Olivia, are classmates. Like me, they are both in the Academy of Arts and Sciences. You may occasionally run into them on campus."

Wayne thought of another question at this time, "Do students like me who live in Georgeburg also need to live in the college?"

"Of course," Ian Fisk chewed the ash from his cigar. "For equality reasons, the college does not encourage students to live off campus. Otherwise, the rooms in our fraternity wouldn't be so popular. Our family also has a manor in Georgeburg, so Olivia still has to live in the dormitory. We also donated a lot of things to renovate that dormitory."

Wayne was curious. In the movies and TV shows he had watched, girls should have organized societies. "Do ladies have to live in dormitories? Aren't there sororities like fraternities?"

Ian Fisk's hands stopped chewing his cigarette ash, as if he had never heard of anything like this before:

"Sisterhood...it shouldn't be difficult to find some girls to organize themselves, then buy the school's properties and donate them for them to live in..."

Ian Fisk's eyes lit up. "What a great idea! Why didn't I think of that? This way, fraternities can also socialize with sororities, making it easier to find girls. We can even update it regularly because of graduation."

Mr. Russell didn't know what he was thinking of. He coughed twice and interrupted the topic. "It's better for the ladies to live in the dormitory according to the school rules. Reputation is still very important to the ladies."

Ian Fisk quickly agreed, "Of course, we southerners are still relatively conservative. So I also suggest that Olivia spend more time with elegant and decent ladies like Miss Gladys. After all, the college is not full of well-educated students, and we really shouldn't be infected by some barbaric and vulgar atmosphere."

After saying that, Ian Fisk secretly gave Wayne a thumbs up, and no one knew what he was thinking.

…

Because it was a "guest" visiting, only Wayne and his three partners from the detective agency attended the reception in the evening.

The servants brought by Ian Fisk and Mr. Russell all helped in the dinner service, and under the guidance of the old butler Mr. Henry, it looked quite professional.

Wayne was quite confident in Chef Parker's cooking skills. He could make a tomato look so good that ordinary people couldn't afford it.

So Wayne was bold enough to even ask Parker to make some potato chips and American pizza to let the rich people be guinea pigs.

Bill Tench and David Mills were also guests of the detective agency.

So they also had a share in the dinner.

The two guys had been in Wayne's office, so Wayne introduced them to each other at the dining table.

For example, these two are the young master and young lady of the Fisk family, that one is the head of the Russell family, this one is the captain of the state special forces, and that one is the sheriff of the local police station.

Ian Fisk accepted this very quickly. He had previously thought that the detective agency was an external organization of the church, and he thought it was not strange that Wayne knew these people.

David Mills probably had a lot of dealings with politicians and wealthy people, and he even felt that he was no stranger to them.

Mr. Russell and Bill Tench, on the other hand, seemed a little surprised.

Especially when Mr. Russell heard that David Mills had recently been to the detective agency to "study" and Bill Tench had listened to Wayne's "class" today,

When he looked at Wayne again, there was something strange in his eyes sometimes.

Potato chips and American pizza are probably things that "don't exist yet" or "are far from popular" in America today.

Mr. Russell was quite satisfied with the chef's quality, but he was not particularly fond of these two things.

The Fisk brothers and sisters rated them slightly higher;

Ian Fisk said that he would ask his chef to try making some potato chips, while Olivia Fisk said that when she has time, she will bring her friends to visit again to try these novel "Western" delicacies.

Finally the dinner ended.

The gentlemen went to the reception room to drink and chat for a while, and then the guests left one after another.

Before getting on the carriage,

Mr. Russell seemed to have finally made a decision and extended an invitation to Wayne:

"Mr. Wayne, I have shares in some steam transport lines, which are robbed from time to time.

"I think the frequency of robberies now exceeds my tolerance limit. We are considering hiring people to crack down on some criminal gangs. I wonder if your detective agency is interested in accepting this commission?

"Of course, I may hire different teams to take charge of the security of the line in sections. I hope you don't mind this."

Wayne is very considerate when it comes to treating customers:

"No problem, I understand your concerns. But when it comes to fighting robbers, our detective agency is definitely more professional."