The person responsible for welcoming the Golden Deer and the four branch leaders is of course the manor housekeeper and the branch’s liaison to the general meeting, Miss Orphee McCarthy.

It was only three days. After receiving Lorraine’s formal confession, Miss Ofi, who was easily satisfied, rapidly improved her aura at a rate of 18 changes a day, and now she has washed away the innocence and diligence implicit in it. The rustic flavor of going down.

　　Exquisite light makeup, calm look, long hair that is simply **** with hairpins and ribbons, black tuxedo and a fluffy white lace skirt on the lower body, all show the solemnity and competence of being a housekeeper.

　　 She bowed briefly to the guests: "The two presidents, the two admirals, the master is waiting for you at the manor, where there are rich and delicious English morning tea, I hope you have a good meal."

　　 This is the one and only greeting. After speaking, Miss Offie turned around proudly with her chin raised, and the moment she glanced over Chuck, she even snorted with a nasal sound.

　　 Olmert couldn't figure it out, and secretly pulled old Leonard's sleeve: "Arthur, is she really that stupid little Irish girl?"

　　 "This... who knows? Maybe it just looks similar?"

　　 "It's me." Chuck smiled and turned his head. "It seems that Miss McCarthy has finally found a suitable position. The previous three letters are also in place. The morphology and expression are in place. Obviously, it is hard work."

　　 "Young people are always full of possibilities." Leonard sighed, "Let's go, too. The captain's patience is not good, so he will be scolded for waiting."

　　 "The chairman...is he having a bad temper?"

　　……

　　 A group of five people walked slowly along the forest path to the manor, passed the iron gate, and the scenery suddenly became clear.

On the undulating grassy hills, a burly young man was taking a leisurely painting with an oil pastel. There was a plate of sandwiches full of sandwiches at his feet, and he did not move a bite. The snow-white bread was sprinkled with scraps of straw. The leaves are small in number, obviously traces of wind.

　　Miss Offee glanced in surprise, how could she not believe that Bell, who had always been reborn like a starved ghost, would actually have a day when food was nothing.

　　 There must be something wrong!

　　Ms. Ofi especially wanted to break through this layer of fog, but unfortunately it is not the time now, she still has the important task of receiving her.

　　 She thought with regret, waved her hand and guided the guests diagonally across the pasture to the manor house on the edge of the cliff.

　　 Lorraine smiled and greeted him: "As always, Chuck, 9:30, not bad."

　　 "This is the credit of the two admirals. It is their superb command that saved me time at sea."

　　 "It seems that you are getting along well." Lorraine asked Chuck to look at the three people behind him, "The sun is shining today, gentlemen, good appetite."

A sumptuous English morning tea was set on the open-air table under the command of Miss Orphee. Lorraine led a few people in the branch to chat and sit down, with Chuck and old Leonard on one side, and Cortrens and Ou on the other. Ermert.

　　 The sacred dining table cannot accommodate official business.

　　 Lorraine chatted with the two young snakes on a single occasion, and the topic was mostly about that fictitious Mayan adventure. The speaker had no intentions and the listeners had no intention.

　　 After finishing the meal, Miss Offie led the three Leonards to visit the villa, leaving Lorraine and Chuck both under the umbrella.

"Chuck, the development of the branch is very good. Cane sugar, coffee, spices, fruits and grains, leaving North America aside, the specialty products of the New World are relatively single, and the current environment cannot accommodate the lucrative China-North America triangle trade. South America is right."

　　Chuck nodded: "The trade between the Caribbean and South America can only ensure that the club is self-sufficient. If you want to create profits and recover costs, you still have to export to Northwest Europe."

"This matter is not in a hurry." Lorraine smiled, "If you don't increase investment, it will take time and luck for you to build a large enough ocean-going fleet. The European Northwest Branch has a lack of background and can't extract too much for the time being. The ship spans the ocean."

　　 "This is conservative!" Chuck frowned. "Chairman, Northwest Europe is very stable. You can transfer more Brig and Brigentine. You should put pressure on President Pidic!"

　　 "Unfortunately, I am more inclined to Ramos's opinion on this point. Northwest Europe is still in the development stage, and there is no reason to take the initiative to increase operational risks."

　　 "If this is the case... the Caribbean wants to recoup the investment, it may have to be delayed for two years."

　　 "Two years to two years, our biggest capital is young. What's more, as long as I can bring back more ships, the time to turn losses into profits will only be short, not long."

　　 "The spirit of a gambler..." Chuck sighed with a complex expression, "Actually, I hope my employer is a pure businessman."

　　 "We are privateer merchants, swindling and arrogant, even if we only talk about legal means, we have much more choices than ordinary merchants. Don't tie yourself to a boring contract, my president."

　　 "I see..." Chuck exhaled in a low voice, "President, I need to report the three things you explained."

　　 "Let's talk."

　　 "The Golden Deer has returned to Zhao. With the 70 sailors you brought as the backbone, Vice Chairman Leonard has supplemented the manpower on board. The selection criteria are very high, and more than half have service experience in the Royal Navy."

　　 "I believe in the eyes of you and old Leonard."

"Thank you, Chairman. Second, Lieutenant Colonel Nelson is not in Kingston. He went to Barbados with the Badger the other day and left a message for you, [If you can arrive in Barbados before May 1, I will be there. Wait for you】."

　　 "Barbados?"

　　 "Barbados."

　　 "Do you know what it is?"

"Looking for the old in the army to inquire, it seems that my uncle is preparing to organize a battle in the Windward Islands~lightnovelpub.net~ to thwart the French conspiracy to invade the Windward Islands. The New World fleet is gathering in Barbados, and the uncle has passed by. "

　　 "Sir Parker is here to direct? Where is the Duke of Wales?"

　　 "With uncle."

　　 Lorraine whistled in surprise.

　　 The Duke of Wales is the flagship of Sir Parker, 98 second-class battleships, and the general flagship of the Royal Navy’s New World Fleet.

　　If she even joined the battle, it means that Sir Parker is not satisfied with a simple "expulsion" or "frustration" this time, but with a clear purpose, ready to organize a battle.

　　 There is not much difference between the French maritime power in the New World and the British. Combined with the intelligence collected by Lorraine in New Orleans, the Dutch are also not at peace.

　　 brazenly launched a decisive battle, Sir Parker wanted to come and be sure of victory.

　　 "Is it hard to be sure of winning..." Lorraine pondered for a moment, "Chuck, Sir, is going to restore order in the Caribbean?"

　　 "Reconstruction?" Chuck was taken aback for a while, and said embarrassedly, "Chairman, it is a taboo for people who have left the military to inquire about military affairs. I have not investigated this matter further or thought about it."

　　 "Really... there are eight days left, there is more than enough time, I will ask Lieutenant Colonel Nelson myself. About the third thing..."

　　 "I am preparing to report to you about the crime of Mr. Bell Judea, Lieutenant Commander of the Royal Navy, Admiral of the Continental Squadron and Chief Commander of the Lion...."