Lewell Street.

Levere Street is a long arc-shaped street. The arc is wrapped around Lily Lake and the picturesque Bushnell City Park. It is quiet, leisurely, and open, which naturally attracts the attention of the wealthy.

The wealthy build villas along Leewell Street, occupying the most beautiful scenery with towering walls and fences, leaving a fragmentary scenery in the city park. The citizens look out from the gaps and carefully enjoy the life from the body to the heart. equality.

They are enjoying the same scenery as the rich, and only Connecticut is the only one who enjoys equality and freedom like this!

Sig is also enjoying this freedom.

She was sitting in the carriage, with Ryan on the opposite side, and Wang Ye dressed as a coachman outside.

Ryan looked a little fidgety.

Sieg tilted his head and looked at him, and suddenly smiled: "Little Ryan, it seems like this is the first time we are alone in a small place, right?"

"Yes, my great and wise sir."

"It's rare to smell the scent of a beautiful girl, don't you... are doing something bad to me in your mind?"

"How could it be!" Ryan was shocked, "Sir, I'm a normal person!"

Normal people...

Sig's face was black as charcoal: "I'll give you another chance. Is it a normal person? Or a serious person?"

Ryan struggled for a while in his heart: "God testifies, it's... a normal person."

Sieg squinted his eyes and imprinted the man who was willing to die for himself at any time. It took about thirty seconds.

"You are dead. Do you know? You are dead!"

This interruption dissipated Ryan's tension. Although no one knew whether that was Sig's original intention, the result was that Ryan eliminated the tension.

Ryan, who was back to normal, was keen and gossiping. He admired the equal greenery outside the window and asked softly.

"Sir, are you serious?"

"Seriously?" Sig was unsure, "Do I look serious?"

"Because you look serious, I wonder if you are serious." Ryan looked solemn, "Lieutenant Colonel, you and Drake's girlfriend are preparing to take 20 days to bring down a steel tycoon."

"You haven't done your homework thoroughly." Sig nodded his lips, slightly showing the tip of his tongue. "First, the little Drake's girlfriend in your mouth is in charge of the Drake Chamber of Commerce's multi-million pound industry. , Is Lorraine Drake's most important business acumen. If you treat her as a vase, there is no doubt that you are the real idiot."

"Secondly, Biloni Green is just a local plutocrat with less than 500,000 pounds. For someone like you who can never exceed five pounds, of course he is a real tycoon, but in the Drake Chamber of Commerce In front of the world's top chaebol, he is no different from you."

“Third, it’s really time-consuming to spend 20 days to implement a plan to make people go bankrupt, but it has nothing to do with whether Mr. Green is a steel tycoon. In fact, if the mission target is changed to yours, it’s far better than money. Desire pauper... Even if Armand de Richelieu is reborn, this plan will never succeed."

"fourth……"

"Wait!" Ryan stopped Seag's talk in distress. "Lieutenant Colonel, who is Armand de Richelieu? The evil gunner next to Drake?"

Sieg let out a sigh of death.

"He was favored by the whole of France, and even the king had to obey him. He turned his master into a slave and turned this famous slave into one of the greatest kings in the world. This is Richelieu. , If you don’t know who he is, just shut up and hold back forever!"

"Well, I'm holding it back." Ryan shrugged innocently. "Did you just say there is a fourth?"

"Fourth..." Sig took a deep breath. "The bankruptcy of Green was the request of the Scott who was recalled to Valkyrie halfway to Xavier. He seemed to be pursuing Miss Solomon. But in our plan, to seize the invitation. Han and Let Gran go bankrupt just happen to be in the same way. They will not share the same finish line. This is the consensus between Xavier and I."

"In other words, Mr. Green is fine even if he doesn't go bankrupt?"

"Well..."

Boom.

What knocked on the glass of the car window interrupted Sig's heart and made it impossible to gauge her determination.

Sig smiled and opened the window, greeted with a red light, and pierced the inner wall of the carriage with a sound.

Ryan didn't see any shadow at the end of the red light, and Siger heard the bell ring deep in the dark alley.

She took off the red velvet throwing knife and threw it into the base of the carriage: "Carman, Green House."

"Hey!" Wang Ye sat up when he heard the words, and raised a beautiful whip to pull a horse's buttocks.

The wind shook the horse's tail, and the horse shook his head and snorted and took his own steps.

Humming, Humming, Humming, Humming...

...

"Madam, your name is Tracey..."

"Sigrid Christina Theresia."

In the manor of the legendary steel tycoon, Biloni Green, Sig sat dignifiedly across from a lean and bearded horse-faced gentleman.

The horse-faced gentleman is reading a long letter.

"Mr. Kidalil is my old comrade-in-arms, the Son of Steel and the Son of Liberty. We have fought side by side several times and kicked the British in the **** together." He said, "How is he doing?"

"He still runs his factory." Siger replied softly. "He has replaced his textile factory with a full set of steam spinning wheels. Although the cost is high, the rewards are also very good."

"He's still so bold." Mr. Green laughed. "In the New England Civilian Army, he was the first guy equipped with explosive bombs and new land artillery. Now in Boston, I guess he has completely completed his wealth. It’s unlikely that too many people will be handed over to the new machine."

"In fact, a lot." Sieg pondered for a moment. "Maritime Group opened a steam engine manufacturing plant in Boston. It is said that the technical indicators are top in the world, but because of the reduced freight, the price is much lower than that of imports. Maritime Group is in Boston and even The whole Massachusetts has a reputation. Factory automation is a trend, not the choice of one or two visionary gentlemen."

Mr. Green looked strange. He stared at Sig playfully for a while, then leaned over and pulled out a cigar from the coffee table: "Mind?"

"Please."

Mr. Green lit the cigar and spit out a big mist: "You surprised me? Miss Teresia, I thought you had a good education and a beautiful face, who knew that under this beautiful skin, you He is still a wise man."

"I am an educator." Sieg raised his chin, "I am determined to teach ladies to break through the shackles imposed on them by the world. In order to speak in the world of men, we need to learn more."

"Break through the shackles... I'm sorry, is it like you are so protruding that you easily abandon your family's responsibilities?"

"On the contrary. In my opinion, the current lady education is ignorant and empty. The girls trained by this system are like dolls wrapped in silk, without knowing the real needs of the family."

"Women can play a greater role, equal to or even greater than their beautiful faces." Sig's face flashed with holy light, "God gave me this responsibility, so I came here. Starting from the gentle Boston, I was led to Hartford, the most equal and free in the world."

"To put it bluntly, you want to establish a radical school for noble ladies in Hartford, and you want to bring together all of Connecticut's distinguished ladies and ladies and make them your network and tongue..."

Mr. Green dipped his cigar.

"You are the most ambitious woman I have ever seen, Miss Teresia. Although I don't particularly agree with your educational philosophy, you have a letter of recommendation from Kiddallil. In any case, I will bring you into Hart. Fude’s social circle."

"This needs a suitable time, neither too grand nor too shabby...Let me think about it..."

Sieg nodded politely, intentionally or unconsciously, his eyes always lingering around the luxurious piano in the room.

This is what Mr. Green is good at.

Mr. Green’s piano skill has long been well-known in the social circle, and it is said to be comparable to professional musicians, and there are rumors that he loves to play for guests who know music.

Sig's actions are like teasing. Probably no man in this world can restrain his desire to show himself under Sig's provocation.

Mr. Green naturally turned on the screen: "Does Miss Teresia like piano too?"

"My father is an excellent performer~lightnovelpub.net~ Sieg’s smile is a little sad," I remember when he was 14 years old, he played by himself in my first dance, the sound of the piano It sounds very beautiful, and since then, I really fell in love with the piano. "

"It's nice to hear you have such a beautiful encounter with the piano."

Mr. Green's self-esteem as a male completely exploded in front of the charming Sig, and even his memory was much better.

"We seem to be able to reproduce this scene." He said, "The day after tomorrow, the governor organized a non-essential ball. The scale is not large, but the prestigious Hartford gentlemen will probably attend."

"If you think about it, it's like a stage tailor-made for you."

"With the sound of my piano and your outstanding beauty, Miss Teresia, you will have a fantastic debut!"

"So, I can be considered worthy of the expectations of my old friends..."

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