"Morning, sir!"
Albert, dressed in a crisp suit, greeted Huang Kaiwen with a bow.
Huang Kaiwen rubbed his eyes, sensing an ominous premonition.
Every time the old butler was this eager,
something was bound to happen.
Huang Kaiwen felt a bit drained.
He had indeed weathered many storms and could take a lot,
but between a butler and a coach,
their combined capacity for stirring things up far exceeded Huang Kaiwen's tolerance.
They could be called the biggest stumbling blocks in his life.
Sometimes Huang Kaiwen thought about sending Albert back to his Lorraine hometown to keep an eye on The Third Reich's movements, which would be less irritating than having him around.
In a way, Albert to Huang Kaiwen was like Inzaghi to Barbara.
But the old butler was still somewhat useful, extremely efficient at work and capable of all sorts of dirty and tiring tasks.
