"Thank you, Mr. Rustig! Thank you so very much!"
A slightly portly merchant in lavish clothes gripped Klein's hand tightly, his face glistening with excitement.
Thanks to the "inside information" he had received, several stocks he had bought had soared in a short time, earning him thousands of pounds in pure profit-nearly half a year's earnings from his factory.
"You're too kind, Mr. Sean." Klein wore a gracious smile as he smoothly withdrew his hand. "Rather than thanking me, you should credit your own keen judgment for seizing the opportunity."
"Do you have any other stocks to recommend, Mr. Rustig? I'll follow your advice again!" Sean looked eager, as though terrified of missing his next chance to strike it rich.
"Since you're so interested, Mr. Sean..." Klein deliberately paused, showing just the right amount of hesitation before continuing casually, "I do happen to have a few more stocks I'm very optimistic about-"
"Yes, yes! Just a moment, please!" Sean hastily pulled an exquisite fountain pen and a small notebook from his pocket. Klein spoke slowly, and he scribbled furiously.
As the two enjoyed their conversation about stocks, the other guests around them cast envious and curious glances their way.
"Sir, a telegram for you."
A soft, seductive female voice reached them. Dressed in an expensive gown and looking every bit a true lady, Ilyin approached with a graceful sway and held out a telegram to Klein.
"All right. I'll be right there." Understanding her intent, Klein took the opportunity to stand and excuse himself from Mr. Sean.
"Mr. Sean, I wish you the best of luck on your path to wealth."
"Thank you, Mr. Rustig. I'll never forget your kindness!"
Inside a top-tier luxury suite at a hotel in Backlund.
Having removed his disguise and changed back into ordinary clothes,