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"Dean Haider, I'm really sorry to bother you so late." In front of an old courtyard full of creepers, Hill looked at Haider and apologized.

"How come, Miss Hill has been supporting our research all the time, such a trivial matter is naturally out of the question." Haider quickly waved his hand, looked at Hill hesitantly and said: "However, those questions that Miss Hill just asked , Could it be said that someone has already researched the steam engine?"

"I'm not sure about this yet. If I get definite news from my side, I will notify the dean as soon as possible." Hill said with a smile.

"Okay, if someone has actually researched the steam engine, that would be something to be happy about." Haider smiled and nodded.

Hill looked at Haider, a little puzzled and said: "Dean, you have been researching and experimenting for so many years. If someone makes a steam engine first, don't you feel sad?"

"Why are you sad? Although we have been researching for many years, there has been no breakthrough. Although Mr. McGonagall gave us some suggestions some time ago, there is still a long way to go before we can make a finished product that can be used. If someone It is really a huge breakthrough to be able to make a steam engine now, and it is something worth celebrating." Haider smiled and shook his head.

"If the dean has any research topics in the future and needs funds, you can come to me." Hill also smiled and nodded slightly.

"Then I'll thank Miss Hill first." Haider smiled and nodded.

"Then I'll take my leave first." Hill got into the carriage, and the driver drove the carriage away slowly.

"If someone really made a steam engine, it proves that the direction of our efforts over the years is not wrong, but we don't know who made it. When Miss Hill returns the news, I must come to ask for advice." Haider stood Talk to yourself at the door.

"This is the real researcher. I hope Mr. McGonagall will not just fool me with what they have studied for many years." Hill turned to the car curtain and whispered to himself.

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Moulton Manor, in the study room full of ledgers on wooden shelves.

Cyril looked at Jeffrey who was changing clothes under the service of the butler, and said with a little excitement: "Father, Gloria's dead girl colluded with Hill at the banquet today, and made our Moulton family lose face. Moreover, the decision to donate was made privately, without taking family property seriously.

What's more, today he and Mag have a rough relationship and protect each other with their words. I am afraid that they have an improper relationship. I think she is not suitable to continue to be the successor of the Moulton family and the owner of the Dailan fabric shop. "

"Snapped!"

A crisp and loud applause sounded in the room.

Holding the clothes in both hands, the housekeeper went out briskly, and closed the study door by the way.

Jeffrey withdrew his slightly trembling hand, looked at the red palm mark on his face, stretched out his hand to support Cyril, who was not under the knife on the desk beside him, and said coldly, "Do you know why I beat you?"

Cyril covered his face, feeling a little dizzy all over. Geoffrey rarely hit him since he was a child, but now listening to his words, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He lowered his eyes and dared not answer.

"At the banquet today, it was not Gloria who made my Moulton family lose face, but you, a useless guy. Instead, it was her who saved some face for the Moulton family, so as not to let them I feel that there is no successor to my Moulton family.

As her second uncle, you actually said such words that insulted the girl's innocence. If you are not suitable to continue to be the successor, I think you should be considered. "Jeffrey said with a cold face.

Cyril's complexion changed drastically, and he knelt down on the ground with a thump, hugged Jeffrey's thigh and cried, "Father, I knew I was wrong, give me another chance, I really know I was wrong."

"Go away!" Jeffrey kicked Cyril to the ground, and said with a cold expression: "I started my business at the age of twelve, and along the way, I have been cautious in my words and actions to create this huge family business.

You don't think about making progress, you just want to enjoy yourself all day long, listen to the slander of the villain, make troubles, sooner or later you will tell me that my family business is ruined! "

"Father, I will change... I will definitely change! From today on, I will definitely correct myself, I will not cause trouble, and I will not associate with those villains... I know I am wrong, I know I am wrong... "Cyril's face was pale, and he got up, not daring to hug his thigh anymore, kneeling on the ground while slapping himself, and said tearfully.

Jeffrey looked at Cyril with a cold face, and waited until his face was almost swollen, and then said coldly: "You should remember what you said today, if I hear you again If you mess around outside and insult Moulton's reputation, I will kick you out of Moulton Manor!"

"Yes! Yes!" Cyril nodded quickly and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't rush to be happy, the matter is not over yet." Jeffrey smiled coldly, took out a thick account book from the first shelf beside the shelf, and put it heavily on the table, "This is the account book that your supervisor has been in charge of for the past few years." You think that if you modify the ledger, you can fool around with me, but you don’t know that when the accountant keeps the ledger, it keeps two copies.

I don't care about how much money you have taken from these shops these years, but starting today, I will take back all of these shops, including your status as a director of the chamber of commerce. The Kerry Blacksmith's business has remained basically the same for the past two years. Now I will give you 20 days to make this blacksmith profitable.

If after 20 days there is more money in the blacksmith's account than in the Dailan Cloth Shop, all those things will be returned to you. If there is more money in the books of Dailan Fabric Store, then these things belong to Gloria. "

Cyril's complexion was a bit ugly, but seeing Jeffrey's expression, he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Yes."

"Don't think about playing petty tricks. If you can't even match a woman, you don't deserve to inherit the Moulton family." Jeffrey looked at Cyril with a bit of warning, turned and went out.

"Hiss..." Cyril stood up slowly covering his face, leaned on the desk with both hands, looked at the ledger on the desk, and said with a distorted expression: "Old man, you never trusted me at all from the beginning to the end, Lian Xi That little girl in you has already inherited the Buffett family, but you still let me compete with a little girl here for the position of successor..."

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"Princess! Princess..."

Phyllis trotted into the wide cave, looked at Irina who was squatting under the tree of life with her back to the cave, who seemed to be lighting a fire, stopped, sniffed her nose, and asked curiously: "Princess , what are you burning?"

"Well, I'm making roast chicken. Back then Alex liked my roast chicken the most. When I found them, I decided to make roast chicken for them every day." Irina held a branch in her hand , said with a serious face.

"Are you really determined to do this?" Phyllis asked with a complicated expression as she looked at the grilled chicken on the branch that had almost turned into charcoal.

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