I Am a Nobleman in England

Sandringham Palace? "

Arthur looked at the address of the dinner on the invitation, frowned slightly and muttered.

Paul, the steward of the Encyclopedia of British Nobility, seemed to have guessed the doubts of the young earl, and introduced with a smile: "According to tradition, His Majesty's family will spend Christmas at Sandringham Palace in Norfolk in the east of England.

Other members of the royal family will also arrive here one after another before Christmas Eve to spend the holiday with the Queen. Once everyone has arrived, the family will enjoy a traditional British Christmas meal.

On the second day of Christmas, which is Boxing Day, the Queen walked to the church to worship according to tradition. The church they went to was St Mary Magdalene's Church near Sandringham Palace, and the worship service that day would last about 45 minutes.

In the evening, His Majesty will invite all members of the royal family and some of the nobles to a Christmas dinner, which is an honor! "

"Well, I'm also very honored and flattered." Arthur repacked the invitation card into the envelope with the royal emblem sealing wax, opened another envelope, and took out George Herb, the eighth Earl of Carnarvon After reading the invitation card that Te and his wife gave him, he put it back in the envelope and said with a smile: "Hehe, it seems that I am really different from what I used to be!"

The butler Paul did not respond to the earl's self-mockery, but smiled and looked at him with very gratified eyes. This is the reality. Although it is said that the British aristocracy has declined, and the aristocrats themselves claim to be the middle class, but only themselves We know that there is still an insurmountable gap between commoners and nobles.

Noble private banquets are always private gatherings of members of the royal family, dignitaries and other upper-class people. This is not only a symbol of identity and status, but also a manifestation of noble and extraordinary temperament and character.

Arthur naturally didn't know what the butler Paul was thinking. He looked at the two invitations in his hand, and sincerely felt the old Chinese saying, poor in the downtown area and no one to ask, rich in the mountains with distant relatives, today's fate is absolutely perfect. best interpretation.

Sure enough, this society is so realistic, people's hearts are so complicated, and they are all special material things. Everything is based on profit and money.

It is the same in ancient and modern times, all over the world. If you have money, power and ability, there will be people who will flatter you, flatter you, and try to get close to you. It's nothing more than to get benefits and satisfy your own vanity.

Conversely, if you have nothing, no ability, no money, you will be looked down upon by others, and you will hide away, no one cares about you, and you will even be ridiculed behind your back and become a "pistachio" for everyone to laugh at. Way, this is reality.

Arthur's own experience,

It also verified another sentence, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi!

So, people and people, don't look down on anyone, no matter how good a person is, they also have shortcomings, no matter how rich they are, they also have troubles, no matter how powerful they are, they also have weaknesses, and even powerful people will fail.

The more people who look down on others, the more narrow-minded and incompetent they are, the real strong will not look down on others, but will put their attitudes flat and treat everyone with equal eyes. After all, everything will change when Feng Shui turns, No one can predict that there will be rain in that cloud in the sky in the future. . .

"Please help me reply the letter, I will answer the appointment on time!"

After handing the two invitations to Paul, Arthur smiled and took off the sound-proof earmuffs hanging around his neck, ready to put them on again.

"Lord, His Majesty's invitation letter requires you to reply in person to show respect." The housekeeper Paul said with a serious expression.

"Okay, I'll reply in person in a while." Although Arthur wanted to complain, these invitations were not written by the queen himself. It doesn't make any difference if he doesn't reply in person. There is no way. Your Majesty doesn't have any sense of belonging or awe, after all, Da Qing died a long time ago!

As he said that, Arthur took out two rounds of bullets from his pocket, loaded them into the shotgun, put on a gesture of preparing to shoot, and shouted, "Throw!"

"Bang—bang—"

"Crack-crack-"

At the same time as two short shots were fired, two white porcelain plates exploded into pieces in the air.

Arthur moved his numb shoulders from the recoil of the gun, while reloading the ammunition, "No, I need to buy a few good shotguns and a flying saucer launcher, I can't let people throw plates for fun. "

"Crack——"

After closing the barrel, Arthur continued to shout, "Throw!"

. . . . . .

In the study, Arthur held a pen dipped in ink, and wrote a reply letter to His Majesty the Queen on a custom-made card from the Boleyn family. To be honest, he really couldn't write English cursive. After the housekeeper Paul wrote it, he practiced copying it for more than an hour before he had the courage to write it on the card.

It seems that to be a good earl, he still has a lot to learn.

Buzz——

Arthur held the already written card, looked at the English letters he wrote on it, raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, and blowing the wind in his mouth, hoping to let the ink dry quickly, the mobile phone that was placed aside rang.

Seeing that it was Jama Smith's phone number, Arthur pressed the hands-free button directly. As soon as the call was connected, he heard Smith's voice saying anxiously: "Good afternoon, boss, the current London gold price has risen to At $1,045 an ounce, gold futures for December delivery on the New York Mercantile Exchange rose to $1,046.9 an ounce, successfully hitting a record high.

The previous highest record of New York gold futures was born on March 17, 2008, at US$1,033.90 per ounce. For three consecutive trading days, international gold quotations have risen steadily, with a cumulative increase of 5%. Tomorrow is Friday. I am worried Profitable orders will be scrambling to sell over the weekend, and there is still half an hour to close. Boss, I think it is time to ship. No one can guarantee to ship at the highest point. Let’s guarantee the fruits of victory first! "

Arthur couldn't help frowning, shaking the mouse, clicking on the page of the gold trading market, looking at the curve trend and quotations on it, he hesitated a bit.

To be honest, he is a little annoyed by Smith Jama now, shaking the morale of the army. Originally, he was planning to ship tomorrow, but Smith Jama's analysis is also very reasonable.

Wealth is touching!

Once the heart is moved, it will become more and more worrying about gains and losses. Arthur's expression changes and he is in a tangle. At this time, Smith Jama on the other end of the phone seems to have guessed his boss's tangle. He broke the silence and continued to advise: "Boss, Otherwise, we will ship half of the goods first, and the other half tomorrow, and ship them in batches. In this way, no matter tomorrow's ups or downs, you will not miss out.

It has been rising for three days in a row. After returning this weekend, it will inevitably enter a short-term shock adjustment. At that time, we can buy again. Boss, as long as the big market is there, there will be endless money. "

Smith Jama, who is sitting in his office in London's Financial Street, is really a little anxious. What he said is based on experience, and he is sincerely thinking about the young boss.

Of course, there is also his little selfishness, that is, he hopes that Arthur, the boss who pulled him up from hell, can really be invincible. Only in this way can he work better for the boss and make money. Only then will he not lose his job again because of the lack of strength of the boss.

In fact, Smith Jama also knows that his young boss’s wealth background is lacking. In his eyes, the young boss’s desperate purchase of gold is not investing, but fighting for his life. Fortunately, God bless, gold is real. Big rise.

However, fighting for life is not a long-term solution after all, and God will not always be on the side of the boss. He wants to guide the boss to the road of investment, instead of fighting stupid, gambling-style speculation that is addicted to death. .

"Okay, let's pay half of it first, and I'll be safe. Tonight, I can sleep soundly!"

Arthur finally decided to choose to listen to the advice of professionals. Moreover, it is impossible to put all his wealth into it without any psychological pressure. Even if he has the foresight, there is no way. The more he cares, the more he will worry about gains and losses.

"I'll ship now!" After receiving the order, Smith Jama immediately started to operate. After all, it is impossible to sell all the big orders of 500 million at once, which will only lower the price, but will not maximize the benefits, so seize the opportunity , going out one by one.

Arthur listened to the sound of typing on the keyboard from the phone, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

500 million US dollars, earning a profit of more than 100 million US dollars, can really be satisfied!

Arthur's eyes were fixed on the London gold trend and quotations on the computer monitor in front of him, as well as the constantly beating time in the corner of the monitor. Originally, he didn't want to ship, but now he felt that time was passing too fast.

"The last two orders...the price has fluctuated, and I need to lower the price."

"You decide, I believe you!" Arthur said immediately when he heard Smith Jama's anxious voice from the phone.

. . . . . .

"call--"

There was a deep breath on the phone, and Arthur couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. At this time, Smith Jama's voice sounded, "Boss, the task is completed, half of the shipment is made, and the profit is 118.965 million." One thousand two hundred and thirteen.14 dollars, after deducting transaction fees and loan interest, boss, congratulations, you are already a veritable billionaire!"

118,965,213.14. . .

"call--"

At this time, Arthur's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably. Although he had already accepted his status as a theoretical billionaire, when the money really fell into his pocket, he could really, truly become a man he could be. When he disposes of wealth at will, he is still unbelievably excited, excited, and unable to control himself.

"Thank you, Smith, I need to be quiet now, I will call you later..."

After speaking, Arthur hung up the phone directly, his face was rosy, his eyes were a little absent-minded and he looked at himself covered in sweat, his hands were constantly trembling, and he murmured softly: "I'm really a billionaire..."