"You're planning to borrow money? Tell me how much in advance. I'm not as rich as you think."
"Also, I'll be charging five percent interest."
Klein: (_)
I'm starting to suspect you're just making excuses not to lend me money.
After a pause, he tried to bargain. "At that interest rate, why wouldn't I just get a loan from the bank?"
Cyril folded his arms. "There isn't enough time. Besides, you're just an ordinary detective. With that identity, you might not be able to get much of a loan from the bank."
After a moment of silence, Klein gritted his teeth and nodded. "All right. I'll borrow £1,500."
"By the way, are you interested in investing?"
"I have a promising investment project. It's sure to make money. If you're willing to waive the interest on your loan, I'll bring you in—er, I mean, I'll introduce you to the inventor."
(0_○;)
Cyril quipped with precision, "You sound like an unlicensed Apothecary trying to sell physical therapy products to an old person."
Klein: ...
"I'm serious. The laboratory has already made progress on this investment. We just need more money and connections for the subsequent release and promotion."
"The product is a convenient means of transportation called a bicycle. Our target market is the lower and middle classes. If you're interested, I can take you to visit the laboratory tomorrow."
Now that really does sound like a profitable investment.
He muttered to himself, then considered it. "Hmm... All right. Tomorrow morning, then. Can I bring someone with me?"
"Sure."
Though Klein was a little puzzled, he didn't ask any further questions. Since they'd be drawing up a contract, it was perfectly reasonable to bring along a lawyer he trusted.
Besides, he couldn't imagine another transmigrator turning down an investment in bicycles. It