I Am a Nobleman in England

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Day, Christmas Eve.

From the morning, the sky was blindingly blank, and the sun was like the moon. Then the snow began to fall, slowly and vertically. Dense snowflakes, like decorative white dots on a white gauze, hang white curtains on the mountains, on the snow-covered firs, and on the manor that has lost its green.

In the UK, Christmas is a day of family reunion. In other words, for the British, Christmas is as important as Chinese New Year.

A red Christmas sweater, a pair of brown coral fleece pants, and a pair of warm slippers embroidered with the Boleyn family crest. Arthur yawned and walked down the giant oak staircase lazily.

The huge and gorgeous main hall, as magnificent as a church, has completely turned into a Christmas themed hall at this time, and a balsam fir Christmas tree more than four meters high has been erected in the middle of the hall.

Eddie, in a white turtleneck and skinny jeans, is directing Edmund and three waiters on a folding ladder to decorate the tree, which is adorned with ornaments and LED lights. It must be beautiful when lit up at night.

Eddie turned his head and glanced at Arthur who was walking beside her, and said angrily, "What time is it, why don't you sleep until the afternoon!"

Arthur looked at Edmund who was sitting high, and complained with a constipated expression: "He drank more than me last night, why is he acting like a normal person..."

Eddie rolled his eyes, glanced at him disdainfully, and said, "Paul has something to do with you."

"Huh?" Arthur hummed lightly, looking around, "Where's Paul?"

"It was still there just now..." Before Eddie finished speaking, he heard greetings from behind.

"Good morning, Lord."

Arthur looked back and saw Paul, the meticulous butler who was still well-dressed and well-coiffed, came over with a smile on his face, and said with a smile, "Good morning, Paul, what do you need from me?"

"Yes, Lord, the Christmas presents for going to Dunsford Village in the afternoon are ready. Would you like to check?" Paul said with a smile.

"I'm at ease with you." Arthur was naturally very assured of the butler Paul's ability to handle affairs, but he still said with a smile: "Let's go, let's go and see our Christmas carriage. It's our first time to be Santa Claus and deliver gifts. I It’s really a bit of a novelty.”

As he said that, he was about to go out, when he heard Eddie shouting behind him: "It's cold outside, put on more clothes, wait..."

Arthur stopped and turned around to see Eddie took out a Christmas scarf from nowhere, walked over and stuffed it into his hand, Arthur smiled warmly: "Thank you."

Eddie snorted, turned around and continued directing people to decorate the Christmas tree.

And Arthur smiled and wrapped the scarf around his neck. Paul, the housekeeper at the side, watched the warm scene of Arthur's brothers and sisters with great satisfaction, followed Arthur's footsteps, and walked out of the castle.

Braving the wind and snow, Arthur gasped for breath and walked quickly into the stables. When he saw the open carriage filled with various gift boxes, he turned around and smiled at the housekeeper Paul, "How many gifts are there?"

"Three hundred pieces. When we go there in the afternoon, we will use another truck to reload the remaining gifts. After the gifts on the carriage are distributed, we will add more. Lord, do you want to inform the management of Dunsford Village? ..."

"Need not,

This time, it was intended to surprise the children of Dunsford. I knew it in advance. What surprises are there? "

Arthur reached out and patted the carriage, looked back at Paul with a smile and said, looking at the gifts piled up on the carriage, he said meaningfully: "A good reputation is more important than a great reputation!"

The housekeeper Paul nodded in approval with a serious expression. He was very supportive of the young earl's proposal to dress up as Santa Claus and go to Dunsford, the former territory of the Boleyn family, to deliver gifts to children. Although he no longer had jurisdiction and other territorial powers, there The old people still have certain feelings for the Boleyn family.

The attitude of the previous earl towards Dunsford has reduced the influence of the Boleyn family there, and the reputation of the Boleyn family is also gradually declining. In order to restore the glory of the Boleyn family, there must be a good reputation.

And a good reputation needs someone to spread it. Undoubtedly, Arthur wanted to start with Dunsford. As long as there is a group of people tout it from time to time, the reputation of the Boleyn family will spread far and wide.

To put it bluntly, it's just for show!

Not only does Arthur not reject putting on a show, but he thinks that an entrepreneur who can't make a show will never become a star entrepreneur, let alone a legend.

The business world is actually a full-fledged vanity fair. Any behavior, no matter what the name is, can be quantified into data related to interests. The conclusion is that this is the egg laid by the business spirit!

Trust, respect and admiration are the three realms of social recognition, among which respect is a kind of recognition that is eager to be confirmed, and it is the premise for the formation of a closer relationship between the two cognitive parties.

The respect of the public and the target customer group means more possibilities of bonding and services. You must know that the public and public opinion together show the real influence on the business world.

And those who can become star entrepreneurs are nothing more than because they are extremely successful in strategic planning and management. Their influence is not only the result of being sought after by the mass media, but in fact, many times it is the initiative of entrepreneurs.

Whether it is publishing a book, publishing a biography, or giving speeches everywhere, these are all they are promoting their values ​​and social philosophy to the world, and portraying themselves as entrepreneurs with "ideals, pursuits, and responsibilities".

The celebrityization of entrepreneurs not only spreads their corporate culture and values, but also belongs to advanced cultural marketing. We must know that the social influence of entrepreneurs is also a kind of corporate capital, and in the era of globalization, it has become a core competitiveness.

It doesn't cost much to be a Santa Claus and distribute Christmas gifts to children, but you can easily and easily gain the favor and respect of Dunsford residents, and re-establish yourself and your family's influence there. Harvesting a huge form, Arthur will naturally not let it go.

"Pack up in the afternoon, you two will go to Dunsford with me..."

At the lunch table, Arthur said to Eddie and Edmund, who were sitting on both sides of his seat, while cutting the steak with a knife.

Eddie, who was eating delicious food and watching the wonderful Christmas commercials on TV, turned his head and gave Arthur a blank look and said, "If there is a media, I will go. If there is no media, go by yourself!"

When Arthur heard this, he really couldn't laugh or cry, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Notify the media, then it will really be a show!"

"Idiot, it's the age of self-media. You have mobile phones. Are you still afraid that no one will report it?" Edmund looked at Eddie opposite him with contempt, and mocked.

Eddie picked up a piece of bread and threw it very precisely in Edmond's face, "Shut up, you idiot."

"Shet, you..."

"Ding ding——"

Seeing that another chaotic war was about to break out, Arthur tapped the wine glass twice with his dining fork, making a crisp sound, glaring at Eddie and Edmund respectively, and said in a cold voice: "Don't mess it up!" ate my lunch!"

Edmund glared at the proud Eddie angrily, and silently said to Eddie, "You wait for me!"

Arthur picked up the red wine glass, took a sip, put down the wine glass and decided: "In the afternoon, you must all go. This is a collective action of the Boleyn family. Since you want to enjoy the benefits that the family gives you, you must protect the family. Interests!"

"Hmph!" Eddie snorted arrogantly, acquiescing to Arthur's decision.

"I refuse to wear a beard. It looks so stupid. I don't want to be ridiculed by my classmates..." Edmund complained with a depressed face.

Arthur said helplessly, "It's up to you."