allendalepharm Chapter 58 Quality Control is Very Important
Chapter 58 Quality Control is Very Important
"Leonard, are you alright?" Klein asked softly when he saw his teammate fall silent.
"Oh, of course."
"Um... I was trying to find a way to clear your name, wasn't I?"
"I was wondering if someone had maliciously reported me. While investigating in that direction, I discovered that you have some connection with this Lorne Disenk, so I wanted to investigate further."
"But I didn't find any useful information, so I came to ask you."
Leonard used a mix of truth and lies to prove Klein's innocence while also revealing his own desire to know Klein's secrets.
A half-truth can easily conceal one's true intentions.
Connections... there really are. Although Lorne and my sister have quite a few connections, and... Leonard, your ability to make up excuses is really bad.
"yes……"
Klein didn't say anything, just nodded innocently. Of course, he could tell that Leonard's words were a bit off, but he didn't point it out.
Based on Leonard's performance so far, it's clear that he only knows the name Lorne Disenke but hasn't made any contact with him.
Therefore, even if the whistleblower letter was most likely written by Lorne Disenke, Klein did not intend to reveal any useful information.
Otherwise, Leonard would definitely go to Lorne to get to the bottom of things, which would not only fail to prove his innocence but would also make things more complicated.
Seeing that Klein didn't react, Leonard chuckled twice to cover his embarrassment. After exchanging a few brief pleasantries, the two waved goodbye to each other.
"Old man, what do you think? Should we go find that Lorne Disenke?" Leonard asked his neighbor inside his body in a low voice.
"No need, that person shouldn't be an enemy."
After a moment, Pales switched to a senior's tone and spoke earnestly.
"Stop your curiosity and don't cause any unnecessary trouble."
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Adhering to the principle of "say it and do it," Lorne demonstrated exceptional efficiency.
"Meow~" Lying on the bed, Rachel looked up at her host who was working hard at the desk, turned over, and went back to sleep.
But just as he began to write, Lorne thought of something.
"Russell's Diary is so valuable, there must have been many forgeries before. If I were to write it, I would have to make it seem authentic in order to sell it."
"Just writing a bunch of gibberish won't work; it looks too fake."
"In theory, translating a language requires a large number of references, but there is only one Russell."
Lorne certainly wouldn't believe that someone could decipher Chinese solely through Russell's diary.
It's a pipe dream to think that all Chinese can be translated from just a few diaries.
If it were the original pictographs, then perhaps there would be a possibility, but those are simplified characters that have undergone many years of evolution, so the possibility is almost zero.
The most obvious evidence is that despite the fact that Russell's diary contained a lot of hidden knowledge, the authorities still allowed it to circulate.
Thinking of this, Lorne rolled his eyes.
Diary, diary...
"The Russell Diaries have been around for so many years."
"Although it is known outside as Russell's Notebook."
But surely some clever person will discover something.
"The most common dates and the meanings of the numbers have probably been analyzed."
"A forged diary should include these dates to make it look more authentic."
After making up his mind, Lorne picked up his pen and started writing, but he ran into trouble when he got to the female protagonist.
"What should the female lead's name be?"
Although he could make up any story, Lorne decided to respect history.
Suddenly, a wicked thought flashed through his mind.
"Roselle overthrew the Solon family back then. If something happened between him and some of the Solon family's descendants after that, it wouldn't be impossible."
"Defeated CG!"
Lorne was startled by his own idea, but upon closer reflection, he found it quite reasonable.
"You know what, with Russell's personality, he might actually do it."
Based on Lorne's impression of Roselle, it's highly likely that Julius Caesar would do something like this, and might even find it exciting.
"Anyway, I plan to plagiarize some texts in the future, so I might as well use this as a way to find inspiration in advance."
Thus, the protagonist of this erotic diary was chosen to be Miss Soren.
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After writing a passionate and spirited erotic diary entry, Lorne was not entirely satisfied with the final product.
"No, even though I haven't written in Chinese for a long time and my handwriting has become rusty, it's still too neat."
Lorne was not satisfied with this first version.
This was the first time he had felt disappointed because the handwriting was too neat.
"We need to pay attention to quality control."
With that in mind, Lorne decided to copy it again, this time using a different hand.
……
"That won't work either; I'm still not skilled enough."
Lorne discovered that the effect in his mind might not match the actual effect. This might also be due to nervousness, after all, this was his first time creating a counterfeit.
"I can't possibly write this with my feet."
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"At this time, the boss is either sending telegrams or writing in his journal; he shouldn't be in his room..."
The clown's palms were sweaty, and the brass doorknob slipped so easily he almost lost his grip.
This morning, while his boss was out, he quickly flipped through the notebook and found the information he needed.
However, a cursory glance can only locate the approximate position of the content you need.
It's unrealistic to expect someone to memorize all the important information in such a short time; even an extraordinary person couldn't achieve true photographic memory.
He pressed his ear against the oak door and listened for half a minute, making sure there was no sound coming from inside before pushing the door open.
The door opened slightly, and the clown peeked in, revealing half of his body. He noticed that the gas light in the room was still on, and the dim light shone on his face, causing him to instinctively clench his fists.
He gently raised his head and looked around. Only after confirming that his boss was really not there did he slowly move his whole body inside.
He took out a camera from his pocket and wiped it lightly twice... Today's operation depends entirely on it.
This is a special portable camera, a spy tool. Due to special modifications, its size is greatly reduced compared to cameras on the market, and it is used only when carrying out certain espionage missions.
This camera was a souvenir left over from one of his missions, and he has always kept it very carefully.
He hadn't expected to use this thing in this way until tonight.
"I never thought the boss could be so careless."
Looking at the notes lying flat on the desk, not yet put away, the clown felt a secret delight.
He knelt on one knee in front of the captain's desk, his boots leaving two wet streaks on the carpet.
"Oh no." The clown noticed this the moment he stepped on the blanket; it was evening dew.
Fortunately, there wasn't much dew, so the marks weren't too noticeable.
"Click...click..."
One photo, two photos—after confirming that he had taken all the necessary pictures, the clown breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Just those two clicks of the shutter, he felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest, even more nervous than when he faced that witch.
Of course, not that time in bed.
Having achieved his goal, the clown turned to leave, but as soon as he turned around, he felt a sudden panic. His boss's face inexplicably appeared in his mind.
"Boss..." The clown was a little worried when he thought of the magician's face. He knew very well what kind of personality his boss had.
Although he looks serious, he has always been a person with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
If he knew what I was doing, he would definitely scold me to death.
To be honest, if his boss were a terrible supervisor, his guilt might be less, but doing this under the nose of a supervisor who cares about his subordinates still makes him feel...
"Never mind, I'm doing this for the sake of promotion and to better perform my duties."
Having successfully convinced himself, the clown tiptoed out of the magician's room.