Text 0624 months old work

At 11:30, the first wharf of Waijust.

It's windy.

The wind on the sea grinds the edge of the island like a turbulent grinding wheel, and fierce waves rush to beat the coast.

Even for islanders who have lived on the island for a long time, such bad but rainless weather is not common.

"It's not raining yet!"

Brooklyn, who worked at the dock, chewed hard bread viciously, raised the wooden cup, drank clean water mixed with bad wine, and squeezed the plate out of the canteen.

He is going to work.

Unlike most people imagine, because of the unique and harsh privacy protection, these dock workers are the busiest group of people during the auction of Shelter Villa.

Their dormitory is at Pier 1 on the easternmost side of the island, and lots are stored at Piers 27 and 28 on the westernmost corner.

Four hours before each auction, they have to cross the entire island and carry those precious and fragile lots to the main venue one by one. Two hours after the end of the auction, the auctioned lot must be sent to the corresponding dock in exchange for a large amount of gold coins.

In the middle of the night, these gold coins have to be shipped and out of the island.

In just two days, their work arrangements are plural. The walls of the dormitory are posted with the content of each person's work every hour. According to unexpected accidents, they have to accept assignments and support at any time.

What’s more terrible is that this kind of busyness is sudden. The one-year dispatch on the island is very leisurely most of the time, only less than a week before and after the auction, even if you know that this is the reason why the Chamber of Commerce pays them a whole year’s wages. People still can't help being irritable.

"You have to be on standby even when you sleep, isn't it good for slaves to do this kind of work!" Brooklyn became more bored, putting on a shoulder strap for carrying the lot, and beating his waist to prepare for the afternoon session.

The wind suddenly sent a strange cry.

"The enemy...attack! The enemy...attack!"

The strong wind made the sound unrealistic, but he could barely hear the source.

Brooklyn looked up along the source of the sound and saw a fluttering red silk on the observation deck hunting in the gale.

The guard in charge of watching was beckoning, and behind him, in the direction of the sea, a sail mast like a forest jumped out of the water.

Fire!

Brooklyn saw the fire, and a strange howling was mixed into the howling wind.

Woo..................

Brooklyn's eyes opened wider and wider: "The enemy... enemy attack! Shelling!!!"

boom!

...

As Lorraine expected, the free bidding of Box 2 was far more decisive than that of Box 16. In just three minutes, 180,000 became 200,000, which was still a 20,000 increase, which at least avoided Lorraine’s most worried stick. Bad state.

No. 7 and No. 16 followed the shoot without hesitation, and the design of the Fury entered the final round at a sky-high price of £203,000.

The bidding price rose rapidly, and it took two minutes to break through 210,000. 220,000 is still two minutes, and 230,000 is still two minutes.

Lorraine’s No. 7, his opponents No. 2 and No. 16 were very decisive and did not hesitate in quoting. However, the 15-minute time set by Seag for his subordinates has passed, but Harry and Ryan still failed to bring good things. News.

No smile can be seen on Sieg’s face: "No. 2 is a Russian and No. 16 is a Portuguese. Is that how you judged it?"

"I said that the worst possibility cannot be ruled out. Old Dukov was on the 16th, and the previous bid was the smoke he asked his nephew to release."

"The worst case..." Siger swallowed. "Guess how much money the Russians brought?"

"More than 350,000, more than 100,000 more than our total chips, a dominant strength."

"It costs 350,000 for a drawing of a Tier 3 battleship. Are the Russians crazy?"

Lorraine glanced at Sieg in a different place: "This is the time to say this? When the bidding exceeds 120,000, the people participating in the bidding are already..."

Bang!

The door of the box was pushed open, and Ryan was splattered with blood on his face and gasped desperately: "Three...30! Solomon is in box 30, pier 9, and it has been determined that Alexander, the interim secretary of finance of the United States. Hamilton is there too. Like President Drake said, Solomon is just a cover!"

"I'm late for 2 minutes, but the information is more complete than I thought." Lorraine stood up with a smile, took off the top hat and his umbrella sword from the coat rack, "Carmen, you are here to preside."

Carmen smiled and nodded: "What reason are you planning to find when you visit so suddenly?"

"The reason..." Lorraine put the top hat on his head and raised his head, presumably staring at Karen. "How about helping Karen as a matchmaker?"

The mountain-like Karen suddenly lost its color.

"Ha ha!"

Whether he wanted it or not, Karen was already standing in front of Box 30 with Lorraine after a while.

Lorraine took off his gloves and knocked on the door lightly. After a while, the door was opened from the inside.

It was Solomon's housekeeper Roddy who opened the door. The old man opened the door with doubts on his face. When he saw Lorraine and Karen, his doubts turned into horror.

He subconsciously blocked the door: "D... Mr. Drake, Mr. Scott?"

"Mr. Roddy, your voice is too loud." Lorraine gently stretched out his umbrella sword, pressed the butler's waist, and pushed it aside little by little.

The old man flushed red: "Der...Mr. Drake, a loud voice has always been my characteristic..."

"I actually don't quite understand the reason you are blocking here."

Lorraine exerted a little effort and easily patted the butler against the wall. The butler struggled hard, but found that he couldn't move at all.

Lorraine's voice was like a knife.

"As you can see, of course I am here because I know who is inside. I think we need to meet. If you want to obstruct me for them, I might kill you, and nothing will change."

"Alexander, do you want blood to bleed here?"

"Yeah, Ken..." Hamilton came out with a weird tone, glanced at the old butler, and immediately changed his tune, "Lorraine, you don't see you being very angry."

"Because my time is tight." Lorraine strode into the box, just to hear the sound of the offer on the stage.

"242,000 pounds! No. 2, No. 7, and No. 16! Amazing price, amazing competition! No. 2, No. 7, and No. 16, will you continue to insist?"

"245,000 pounds!..."

In the exclamation, Lorraine walked past Hamilton blankly, took off his top hat and hung up the umbrella and sword.

Karen followed awkwardly and went all the way into the house, carefully waving to Miss Solomon, who was also at a loss.

Behind them were Roddy's old butler and Edley, guarding their duties as servants and subordinates, leaning against the wall silently from left to right.

Hamilton fell at the end instead, and the slinger walked up and sat down across from Lorraine.

"I won't ask how you found me. Anyway, there will be no touching stories." He said, "Lorraine, why are you here?"

Lorraine tilted his head and propped up his chin, and thought for a while: "Karen loves Miss Solomon. Although both parties know this thing well, the reservedness of Northern Europe makes Karen do stupid things."

"As his friend, I feel that I need to support his love affair. It just so happens that love is something regardless of occasion. I do it when I think of it. That's why I came with Karen."

"It's actually because of love?" Hamilton's accent made Karen and Miss Solomon blush.

It's like being in a trial surrounded by a crowd. Someone is fiddling with their scars mercilessly. Pain is second, and more importantly, the kind of shame that makes people want to find a place to sew and drill down.

Sadly, whether Lorraine or Hamilton, they are good at abandoning humanity in the face of absolute goals.

There was a mocking smile on Hamilton's face: "Then Lorraine, my dear friend, what are you going to do for their love?"

"I don't plan to do anything~lightnovelpub.net~Lorraine said, "Love is a personal thing. Once it enters the implementation stage, any help is meaningless. "

"Since love is a private matter..." Hamilton clapped his hands, "It seems we'd better avoid it."

"No."

"No? Reason."

"One is a designer who is afraid of social interaction and lacks self-confidence, and the other is an eldest lady who is trapped by the family and believes that she is unpleasant. Their conversation cannot go smoothly. As friends, we have an obligation to warm up before they open their hearts. ."

"How to warm up?"

"chat."

"What are you talking about?"

"How much is your authorization?"

The two parties were completely ignored, but miraculously, because of the ignorance, they just wanted to thank God.

Hamilton changed a comfortable sitting position: "150,000."

"Lend it to me." Lorraine was straightforward.

"Impossible, this will ruin my political career." Hamilton was also straightforward.

"You have two choices. One, when you land ashore in Boston, I will return you all the principal and 30% of the bridge interest. Public and private are up to you. We do not decide on any documents."

"Secondly, you will preside over the next purchase of the U.S. Navy. If Drake is selected, I will give a 10% discount on the final transaction price. A memorandum can be signed on this point."

"I want a formal contract, and the presiding party is changed to the temporary finance department or any subsequent department. The discount is adjusted to 15%, and 10% is too little."

Lorraine thought for a while and raised his head: "Edley, immediately inform Carmen that she now has 400,000."

"Yes!"

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