"Can I take the liberty to ask, are there many people choosing VIP service?"

"Well, at most they are low-rent housing and public rental housing, but these require proof of unemployment and low income in the city. There are not many VIP services, and they can rent out three or four units a month."

No, with my status, how can I get a certificate from the city government and throw myself into a trap? It would be comfortable to rent a big mansion, but it would be too conspicuous.

"Can you introduce me to some single-family apartments or small villas?"

The female receptionist pointed to the window of the independent building.

"Sir, please fill out this form. There will be a dedicated person over there to serve you."

Why is it so troublesome? After Hilton quickly filled out his rental application, he stood in line in front of the single-family window.

"Tsk, that's really troublesome. If this were on the Ocean of Storms, the only pirate convention that could keep me standing for so long would only be a pirate conference every five years."

Fortunately, there are only a few people renting single-family houses. Compared with low-rent housing and public rental housing, the queue is as long as the gate. The queue for single-family houses only lasts about ten minutes.

"Please introduce me to a suitable house." Hilton handed over the watch through the window.

After a quick glance, he showed a standard smile and said: "Sir, do you want to rent in the northeast? North District or East District?"

"Yes, the best place to meet the two districts is."

"Then I recommend this one to you. This one is at No. 10 Wallen Street. It's not far from the port, and they are all small single-family villas." After saying that, he handed over a brief introduction with photos.

Hilton took it and took a look. It was a two-story villa with a courtyard. From the introduction, it was also very close to the black market on the pier. It was convenient for buying some shady things and running away at any time.

"That's it. How much is the rent? Do I need a deposit?"

"Sir, do you want to rent it long-term or short-term? We can get discounts in the long-term, but it may be more expensive in the short-term."

Long term? I can't waste my time here for a long time. Thomas promised that after I complete this mission, he will allow me to be semi-independent next year and support me in running for the Ten Pirate Kings.

"Short term, two months is okay?"

"Sir, the minimum rent is one quarter."

"Then three months."

Hilton doesn't care about money. If he can invest 10,000 pounds, he is naturally not short of money.

"Okay, three months' rent is twenty-four pounds. The agency fee plus labor and materials will cost you one pound. The deposit is five pounds. The total is thirty pounds. If it comes with furniture, you only need to buy some bedding and you can move in. Also.

There are other things to note.”

"Here, a thirty-pound note. If you damage anything in the room, I'll pay you the full price."

Hilton didn't have the patience to wait for her to stop talking, so he took out three ten-pound notes and slapped them on the table.

"Okay, sir, after you show your ID, let's go sign the contract."

After struggling to get the key, Hilton was a little happy and left.

"Mr. Annick, your letter." Little Bell walked into the basement and took out two letters.

Since his job was handed over to Emma, ​​Annick is now wandering around, bragging with Commons in the weapons room.

There is no way around it. The only occupied offices in the entire police station during the day are weapons, canteen, finance, and forensics. The finance and canteens are dominated by women. Compared to the forensic morgue, the weapons room is more suitable for fishing.

"Someone actually wrote to me?"

Annick took the letter and saw that the address on the first one was from Kahn Island.

Unpacked is a photo and a piece of paper with the text.

This is it? Annick looked at the photo, a huge cylindrical piece of wood with various rubber hoses on it.

If you don’t understand, just read the text.

Dear Mr. Annick:

I am Jack, the communications officer on the Poseidon, and I made a full-scale wooden internal combustion engine model according to your idea.

I am writing to you today to inform you of the good news. The next step is to try to make a cast iron prototype machine.

In addition to the lack of funds, the current problem is how to continuously ignite the mixture of fuel and air in the internal combustion engine. There is also the problem of mixing liquid fuel and air that is also difficult to solve.

If you want to get a patent or invest, you must create a physical object.

Looking forward to your help Jack.

Is this thing an internal combustion engine? Annick looked at it carefully and was suspicious, but he could barely tell that this thing was a machine.

Apart from the money issue, is there any other issue that I need to solve the problem of spark plugs and atomizers?

Annick collected the knowledge in his mind and found out that the insulating part of the spark plug needs metal oxide ceramics. The current level of technology does not seem to be able to produce such a thing.

Then rely on the diesel engine. The atomizer is simpler. Just use gas to compress the diesel through a nozzle. If this is not possible, the prototype can use gas instead of fuel.

Annick wrote a reply to him on the spot, suggesting that the prototype use gas. As long as the investment can be reduced, the next atomizer can continue to be improved.

"My salary is not enough for him to burn." Annick confirmed.

"Little Annick, what are you talking to yourself about?" Commons asked curiously.

“Interested in the opportunity to make money?”

"Yes, is there really such a good opportunity?"

"Of course, and the chance of making a lot of money is very high." Annick did not lie this time. If an internal combustion engine is really manufactured and applied to transportation, there will definitely be millions of pounds in profits.

"Then tell me what kind of profitable business it is?" Commons asked in surprise.

"A new type of power machine uses the hot air produced by the combustion of fuel similar to kerosene in a kerosene lamp, and then drives the piston on the machine to move."

"Isn't this a bit delusional? What's the difference between this and today's steam engines?" Commons asked this question directly.

It’s really conservatism that has entered the brain. People always think that the success achieved in front of them is the most reliable. Annick explained after complaining in his heart.

"The steam engine also requires a huge boiler, which is too heavy and wastes space. Moreover, the steam engine also needs to heat water to create hot gas, which is a waste of energy."

"You mean this new machine can do very small things and is more promising than the steam engine?" Commons asked.

"Of course, the future is far beyond the steam engine. This thing can be installed on a four-wheeled carriage. In the future, the carriage will not need horses to pull it."

"Hahaha, if there is a carriage without horses, how can we still call it a carriage?" Commons laughed.

You could call him a car, Annick thought inwardly.

"It's up to you whether you believe it or not."

"Then how much are you prepared to invest?"

"I own half of the intellectual property rights. I think the start-up capital for this company is two thousand pounds. We will sell half of the equity."

"Hahaha, then if I invest 500 pounds and have the actual machine, I will have 12.5% ​​of the equity and be a shareholder with a seat in Little Annick Company." Commons smiled.

Is the old man so rich?

Annick didn't think carefully and thought he was joking, and replied with a smile: "Mr. Commons is really discerning. I think your 500 pounds can earn you at least 50,000 pounds in profit."
Chapter completed!