Volume 4: The World of Great Conflict Chapter 0401: Go Straight to Huanglong
"It's simple. I need to borrow your identity to invest in Eagle Country. In name, all my investments belong to the Bolin family, and you are the head of the family in name only. In reality, you will only own a certain amount of shares, which may be 1%, 3%, or 5%.
The shares will not be redeemed immediately. It will take two years before they are redeemed bit by bit, in installments, and the number of shares promised to me will be given within three years.
Before that, I will sponsor you and restore the former dignity of the Boleyn family. Whether it is the repair of the castle, the increase of servants, the security team, cars, yachts, you go to the opera house to listen to operas, go to the theater to watch plays, or art exhibitions, auctions, etc., all the expenses will be borne by me. "
"I'll be your puppet?"
"No, no, no!" Nan Yi stretched out his index finger and shook it. "You can't call me a puppet. I won't restrict your personal freedom. You can do whatever you want. As long as you continue to maintain the dignity of the Earl and don't do anything that will dishonor this title, that's fine."
"Does that include marriage?"
"No, but you can't get married within seven years. It's best not to marry someone else, so as not to create unnecessary obstacles to our cooperation. If you need a man, I can reluctantly satisfy you."
"No, I need a child to inherit the Boleyn title." Catherine shook her head.
"Boy or girl?"
"Both men and women are welcome."
"Then I can help you." Nan Yi let out a breath and said easily.
"Mr. Adam, you are shameless."
"Thank you for the compliment."
Catherine looked at Nan Yi's face, studied it for a while, then moved her eyes down.
Nan Yi stood up shamelessly to make it easier for Catherine to observe him, then as her gaze was looking down at him at a 37-degree angle, he slowly turned around and showed his back to Catherine.
He stayed there for half a minute before turning around and sitting down again.
"I'm OK?"
"I don't hate you." Catherine said implicitly.
Nan Yi smiled and said, "Very good, then we have taken the most critical first step."
"The child should have the surname Bolin, and I will raise him myself. In the future, you must give half of your property to the child."
"Okay, I promise you. I just have one condition. I want to be able to see the child at any time, and the child must know clearly that I am her father. I don't want to be some Uncle Adam."
Catherine nodded.
The transaction between Nan Yi and Catherine seemed reckless and frivolous, but behind it was a massive amount of intelligence collection. The information of the Boleyn family, no matter how big or small, had been investigated clearly, and Catherine's personal information was investigated even more thoroughly.
It can be said that Nan Yi knows about even the most trivial things from her childhood that Catherine might have forgotten. Ghost has recorded more than 100 kilograms of information about Catherine, and the mind control team has also conducted a thorough and rigorous analysis of her personality and behavioral habits.
The reason why Nan Yi would talk to Catherine in this way today and choose to go straight to the point is based on deductions based on detailed intelligence.
Simply put, there is a high probability that Catherine will fall for this.
Otherwise, Nan Yi might create a romantic encounter, establish a romantic relationship with Catherine first, and then proceed step by step.
Nan Yi picked up the teacup, took another sip of tea, then put it down and said, "Take time to digest our conversation. I'll come visit you again in three days, and we'll talk in detail next time.
Tomorrow morning, someone will send you a HSBC Bank promissory note for £500,000, which will be used as my sponsorship for the renovation of your castle."
After saying that, Nan Yi stood up. When Catherine saw this, she also stood up.
"I'll take you out."
Catherine sent Nan Yi out the gate and watched the convoy leave before turning around and walking back into the castle with a complicated look in her eyes.
"Campus beauty, play some music, the tape of 'Zhihuzheya'." In the car, Nan Yi said to the school beauty sitting in the passenger seat.
The school beauty put a cassette into the car recorder . After a burst of sound, the music started, "If your husband is from Lukang Town, have you seen my lover? When I left home, she was only eighteen, with a kind heart and long hair. London is not my home, and there is no Catherine in my hometown..."
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Gentlemen are in the west and hippies are in the east.
The East End of London is different from the West End, where royal power, political power and social elites gather. In fact, most of the time, East London appears in front of people with a not very positive and not very glorious image.
Whether it is the dark corners described by Dickens in "Oliver Twist" where the lower-class workers suffered, or Conan Doyle's portrayal of this place as a hotbed of crime in "Sherlock Holmes".
Or maybe at the end of the 19th century, the dreaded Jack the Ripper once roamed here, extending his evil hands to the young ladies who played games here every night.
Since the Industrial Revolution in the Eagle Country, East London has gradually been marginalized, and more and more immigrants from all over the world, whether they come through formal or illegal channels, have taken root and lived here.
With chimney factories, pubs, casinos, opium dens, brothels and crowded housing, East Londoners have carved out a world of their own here, following their own social rules. For a long time, the East End has been associated with poverty, violent crime, drugs, sex and other words.
It was not until the 1950s and 1960s that people began to shout the slogan of "regeneration" and transformed the East District's mixed factories and lawless places into single apartments and various personalized studios.
The low rent attracts cash-strapped independent designers, street artists, retro enthusiasts and the like to settle down here.
Unique restaurants, cafes and various studios have opened up in the streets and alleys of the East District. Suddenly, the East District has become synonymous with fashion and a gathering place for young people pursuing fashion.
But despite this, the East End is still a hotbed of crime and a gathering place for various gangs, including local, Irish, Eastern and Western European, and even Southeast Asian gangs.
If we didn't hear a few gunshots every night and find one or two bodies in the gutter early the next morning, it would be like Christmas.
In the East District, in an apartment with mottled walls and a corridor filled with all kinds of garbage, screams were heard from time to time in the innermost room on the third floor.
"Tell me, who sent you to Zuiyuexuan?"
"How dare you slap me..."
Along with the shouting and cursing, Li Zicheng was slapped several times on the face.
"Hey, you know, do you think Wu Zhenkai dares to take the VIP's life?" In another similar apartment across from this one, Potato, who was standing at the window with a telescope and headphones on his ears, asked the man with the expressionless face at another window.
"I don't know." Facebook replied coldly.
"If the VIP is in danger, should we rescue him?"
"We only paid him for his acting, but we didn't pay him for his life." The expressionless voice was still cold, but the meaning of his words was a little warm.
"VIP is addicted to acting. According to what we had agreed beforehand, he is ready to recruit now."
Potato and the paralyzed man were talking incoherently. On the third floor across the street, Wu Zhenkai was still interrogating Li Zicheng about his beating. "You're being stubborn with me, right? I'll give you something fun to see if you'll tell me or not."
As Wu Zhenkai spoke, he asked his men to find a hair dryer from the room, plug it in, turn on the switch, cover the air inlet of the hair dryer with his hand, and the heating wire on the heating bracket slowly turned red.
When the outer shell of the hair dryer became hot, Wu Zhenkai slowly poked the hair dryer towards Li Zicheng's face with a sinister smile.
Li Zicheng looked at the red hair dryer with a look of fear in his eyes. He tilted his head back subconsciously, and kept shouting, "I said, I said... it was a man named Liu who asked me to go."
"Lift him up." Wu Zhenkai ordered his subordinate who was holding Li Zicheng's hair and controlling his head.
After Li Zicheng sat upright, Wu Zhenkai asked, "Your surname is Liu, how old are you?"
"He's a bit old, at least fifty years old..."
Before Li Zicheng could finish his words, a bullet shattered the glass and hit the back of the chair right under his butt, knocking off a corner of the backrest.
"Third Master, hurry up."
One of Wu Zhenkai's men ran towards him, pressed his head down, and then quickly protected him as he walked out of the room and into the corridor. Not finding any gunmen, he quickly protected Wu Zhenkai downstairs.
"withdraw."
The man with facial paralysis said something to Potato and walked quickly outside. Along the way, he disassembled the pistol in his hand.
Going downstairs and passing by the sewer, he threw the disassembled pistol parts into the sewer.
Then, the man with facial paralysis and Potato disappeared into the night.
Li Zicheng in the room on the third floor untied the restraints on himself. After regaining his freedom, he touched the corner of his mouth with his hand, then took a breath and cursed: "Fuck, this money is really hard to earn."
He stood up, found ice cubes from the refrigerator, made an ice pack for himself and applied it to his face. After the pain subsided a little, Li Zicheng left his apartment.
His employer was humane and paid him enough to move out of the East End, but he did not plan to go to the West End. Instead, he planned to leave London and start a new life in Salford, Manchester.
Wu Zhenkai was escorted to the car. When the car slowly left the East District, he sat in the back seat in fear, thinking in his mind: "The surname is Liu, and he is a bit old. Who else could it be except Liu Agui? Wu Zaisheng, you usually pretend to be listless. I know you can't let go of the Wu family's property.
My father could kill your father back then, and now I can kill you too. Damn it, you actually dared to arrange a gunman, Wu Zaisheng, just wait for me."
More than a dozen miles away at Downton Abbey, Nan Yi received a report, pondered the whole process, and gave the order to clean up the mess and erase all traces.
Wu Zhenkai is still too young, and his mind is overwhelmed by hatred. He cannot notice the abnormality in the situation, but that doesn’t mean that Wu Jingyuan, the old fox, cannot notice it.
Live a few more years, eat a few more bowls of rice, and you will naturally see more. Never look down on old uncles and grandmothers.
While waiting to meet Catherine again, Nan Yi was not idle. He embarked on a pilgrimage, first going to David Ricardo's tomb, and performing incense magic in front of his tomb.
Once the incense skill is put into use, the fragrance will waft around within a radius of a hundred miles, and it is so fragrant that the sound of birds singing and flowers blooming can be heard.
Then he went to Edinburgh and visited Adam Smith. In order to have spiritual communication with him, Nan Yi brought the lead pot with him.
He put on the lead pot, raised his hands horizontally with his palms facing up, and silently chanted the spell "I charge five yuan for each student, and I will be rich if I collect one hundred thousand". After he finished chanting the spell, a cosmic electric wave hit Nan Yi's crown, went down along the throat, passed through the large and small intestines, and discharged the sphincter, releasing methane.
Nan Yi was very happy, as he had reaped rewards right at the beginning. He had mastered the technology of "creating methane out of nothing". This technology was not difficult to implement and had great promotion value. There were not many key points to pay attention to, only one - do not wear leather pants during the production process as they would easily cause bulging.
Perhaps it was because Nan Yi was sincere enough that Adam Smith felt embarrassed not to give him a gift, so several secret books fell from the sky and were neatly stacked on the lead pot above Nan Yi's head.
Nan Yi finished his practice and reverently took down the secret book. Looking at the name on the cover, he couldn't help but spit out blood.
Guess what, the name of the secret book inherited Adam Smith’s consistent style, all of which are "On ××", but Nan Yi extremely dislikes the few words in front of "On".
The first one is "The Theory of Demographic Dividend", the second one is "The Theory of Victory through Internal Involution", the third one has a longer name, "One formula can be used for a lifetime, no need for repeated research and development, and the theory of making a huge profit with one investment", and the fourth one is "The Theory of Outsourcing Advantages".
After getting the four secret manuals, Nan Yi was still not satisfied. He looked up at the sky and asked, "Are there any systematic manufacturing drawings?"
As soon as Nan Yi finished speaking, a big word "Get lost" floated from the sky!
The above are all Nan Yi’s fantasies when he was reading "The Wealth of Nations" in the library of Glasgow University. Adam Smith's masterpiece was completed here. Perhaps reading it in the environment in which he created it can better appreciate the connotation of his theory.
When leaving Edinburgh, Nan Yi bought a copy of Quesnay's "Essay on the Principle of Population" in a bookstore in Edinburgh. Quesnay had a great influence on Adam Smith, and Quesnay's economic thoughts can be found in his economic theory.
If you want to understand Adam Smith, you must first understand Quesnay.
On the way back, Nan Yi opened the book "On Population" and a line of words jumped out of the paper: "People are like land. When it becomes barren, it will become barren and lose all value. The poverty of millions of people and the barrenness of millions of acres of land can prove the decline of a country."
