The headquarters of Rio Tinto Mining Company is much more majestic than expected, if the exterior walls were not all glass. Annick would have thought that he was back on Earth, in front of an office building in a third- or fourth-tier county.

"It's so majestic. It's actually as high as a seven- or eight-story building." Annick sighed.

"That's natural. After all, this is one of the most profitable places in Eggsburg. What do you mean by this small building?" Emma asked curiously.

"It's okay, let's go in." He let it slip for a moment, almost forgetting that there was an uneasy young lady next to him.

The doorman was also very professional and hurriedly walked out of the security booth when he saw a carriage approaching.

"Are some of you here as guests? We didn't receive a letter saying that the general from the city defense army was visiting." The guard looked inside through the window of the carriage. He was a little confused by the two men in police uniforms inside. They shouldn't be brown.

Military uniform?

"I am Emma Granger. I am not here today to investigate a confidential case, not on behalf of my father. Why do the special operations department need to give you advance notice when handling the case?" The eldest lady's arrogance and unreasonableness are still very strong even if she does not apply to herself.

So cool.

"Don't dare, don't dare, come in quickly, I'll notify the manager." The guard hurriedly opened the main door, and then asked another guard to go up and notify the manager.

"Here, I'll show you the way to the two guests." After passing through the pure white marble steps, the doorman pushed open the glass to open the revolving door. The clicking sound of the typewriter came to his face.

"You two, wait here for a moment." After saying that, the doorman ran to the circular reception desk in the hall and whispered a few things. A man in his forties, wearing a black tuxedo, a white shirt and a black tie came over.

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"Miss Emma's visit is a great honor for this small company. This is my manager on duty today. Please allow me to entertain you two first."

This is a butler, he dresses and behaves more like a decent butler, or this is the prototype of the legendary public relations department.

"Please come in." The manager on duty took the two of them to a small room, which looked more like a reception room. There were four or five single sofas with wave-like carved wood grain on the wooden armrests of the sofas. It looked better than the one in his own clerk's room.

The long stool is very stylish.

"Black tea, green tea or coffee?" the manager on duty asked after inviting the two of them to sit down.

"Coffee, all sugar and milk."

As expected, the traditional Bruguet person, Emma's answer. I want to add sugar for free, but the daily carbohydrate bomb has not shown any improvement, and it is still as flat as water. Of course, Annick dare not say this out loud.

"Just a cup of green tea, no need to add sugar."

"Okay, please wait a moment. We have also notified the general manager. I believe he will come over in a while." The manager on duty opened the door and walked out.

"Hey, I now think it is necessary to retain the tea-servers." Annick remembered that when he went for the first interview, Director Ron said that the police department system was streamlined and he sanctioned a few tea-servers to cope with it. Seeing now

As the Eggsburg police were still searching for suspects throughout the city, the tea server might be more useful.

"At least it's more effective than yours." This eldest lady has recently become swollen, and even I can't stand it. She needs to be beaten.

"Welcome Miss Emma. I am Boyle, the general manager of Rio Tinto. What do you two do here?" A middle-aged man with a big belly and a bit of baldness opened the door and said. Annick noticed his elegant suit.

There is a gold badge pinned to the outside of his pocket, with the words "General Manager" written on it in conspicuous red.

After saying that, Boyle reached out and took Emma's left hand, kissed it, and then shook his hand casually.

He loves vanity and strives to get into the top management. He is quite snobbish. Annick made a judgment on the general manager in front of him.

"Emma, ​​I'm still waiting for your reply." Annick reminded Emma in a low voice, who was still rubbing her left hand on her uniform.

"Oh, by the way, you know something about the recent bombings in Eggsburg."

Boyle was a little stunned when he heard this, "I know. Please sit down, both of you. I don't know what the connection between our company and this case is."

"The perpetrators of the bombing have been published in major newspapers many times, and you don't even know this."

"Slander, a complete slander. Besides, Miss Emma, ​​haven't you already checked our explosives usage records? There is no possibility of them being stolen." Boyle's voice rose an octave, and he immediately lowered his voice after realizing that he had lost his temper.

A lot.

"No, I'm not here to check for explosives from your company this time. Annick, please tell me." Emma was stuck. This matter was originally led by this unknown policeman next to her.

"Well, we have determined whether the source of the explosive is indeed your company, but..." Annick paused to see Boyle's reaction.

"But what? Sheriff, please tell me clearly." Boyle didn't have any special reaction.

"However, the person who made the bomb is very likely to be related to your company."

"Are you sure? You can't talk about this kind of thing nonsense. I may need to ask Count Duy for instructions and contact our company's lawyer."

There was something fishy, ​​and he started to put pressure on big shots, and Annick felt that this was the right path.

"Don't worry about the earl. We will visit you personally after we collect it here. I believe that my mentor and General Granger will give it to you."

Hearing this, Boyle looked carefully at the young policeman next to Emma. It seemed that he was leading this investigation, and he put his mentor's name in front of General Granger. Emma was not dissatisfied at all.

"Um, can I take the liberty of asking Mr. Sheriff who your mentor is?"

"Associate Professor Russell from the Faculty of Arts at Eggsburg University, the general manager should have heard of it."

University professors are indeed quite respected, but they are not ranked ahead of a powerful general. Wait, Russell Boyle replied.

"Mr. Sheriff, your mentor won't be a relative of the current Prime Minister of the Kingdom."

"My mentor's full name is Arthur Russell, the younger brother of the current Prime Minister Benjamin. Mr. Boyle, do you have anything else to ask?"

"No, you two have anything else you want to investigate." Boyle took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his head.

The trick of using one's power to bully others is really useful. I wonder if the instructor will expel me if he finds out. I'd better use it less often in the future.

"Yes. In the past six months, has the company defaulted on payment to suppliers or wages to employees, or any other behavior that could easily be resented by others?"

"Are you kidding? Mr. Sheriff, our company is a big company, and our payroll is no slower than the government. As for suppliers, we advance half of the payment in advance." Boyle's words were full of pride.
Chapter completed!