[Titanic] I can't help myself

John's class schedule and mine overlap almost completely, so we always go to class together, and Dan seems to feel responsible for me because of an accident that happened at the start of the school banquet at noon, even though one of us majored in engineering and the other When I study literature, I can't take a class together, but during the rest of the time, he stays by my side like a dedicated bodyguard, and he doesn't say anything when I ask him why.There are even rumors in the college that he likes me, but I know it's impossible, Dan is strong and almost scary, but unexpectedly he is a very simple person, like a docile pitbull, his glasses are very clean, I know He followed me only because he accidentally injured me in the game.

So, inexplicably, the three of us became close friends who were inseparable and inseparable.

"God!" John wailed, pushed the book in front of him away, stretched his arms on the table, leaned his head and face on the table, and looked longingly at the people lying on the grass outside the library window chatting , "The weather is so good, why should I shut up here and write some messy and disgusting math problems?"

"No one will allow you to go out, of course you can go to get some air, take a walk or something." I said without raising my head, "It's only Friday, and there are two days left on the weekend. You are not like me, you have to I have to finish my homework today." I have to go home tomorrow to deal with some official duties that cannot be handled at school, so I can only hurry up and do my homework now.

"But what's the point of me being alone if no one wants to go out with me?" John sat up crookedly, looking at Dan plaintively.Dan was aware of his eyes, looked up at him, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, smiled, then lowered his head and continued to write something quickly on the paper.Dan is slightly farsighted and has to wear glasses to read and write.

Dan has already finished his homework, and he is writing a novel now, but we only know that he is writing, and what he is writing has always been a mystery.John thought about sneaking into his room to find out, but never got a chance to implement the idea.

"What the hell are you writing?" John leaned over sharply, trying to catch a few words, while Dan quickly grabbed his own toilet paper, quickly turned it upside down on the table, and pressed it with his hand.

John rolled his eyes, leaned back on the table again, rested his chin on the table, and said resentfully: "Aren't novels written for others to read?"

"Not yet, haven't finished writing yet..." Dan stammered, clutching his manuscript and moving it away, until he was sure that John would not be able to reach him even if he jumped all over him, then turned the paper over again Come here and continue writing.

I don't have time for John's emotions either, I have to write it all up before catching the earliest train back to Acton tomorrow morning.John moaned and muttered for a long time before he reluctantly got up and continued to do calculations.

Because I got up early enough, when I got back to Acton, my mother had just had breakfast and changed clothes.She personally greeted me at the door, smiled and kissed my cheek: "Good morning, my little college student, I thought you would arrive at noon."

"I woke up very early, and I couldn't fall asleep when I thought about going home." I kissed her back, "Is the family okay during this time?"

"Is there anything else going on in the countryside? It's just that you're not at home, and I'm the only one at home. The manor is deserted, and it's just boring." My mother took my arm and led me to the restaurant. "Have you had breakfast? Have something to eat. Tell me about your college life..."

In the afternoon, I met with the manager of the manor.First of all, the manager of the farm, the oats are about to be harvested, and we need to determine the buyers of these grains as soon as possible, as well as the planting plan for next year.Our poultry and livestock have been bought and sold several times, and more sows have been purchased later. The scale cannot be underestimated. The profit of animal husbandry is much greater than that of agriculture, which can already compete with my grain income.

Carl suggested that I further expand the scale of farming as soon as possible, and seize the time to build a food processing factory. As a member of the House of Lords, William sent news that the international situation is developing towards a very unfavorable trend, and the probability of war is very high.And once the war starts, the price of food will definitely rise, and the food-related industries will have huge profits.And even without war, the construction of factories is imperative.I have hired consultants to start site selection.

Carl arrived in Acton just before dinner.With the expansion of the family business, they established a branch in London to manage the European market, and Carl happened to be fully in charge of the branch, resident in London, and would have dinner with me at least three days a week, and sometimes I would go to London , sometimes he comes to see me.

When he came to Cambridge, if it was too late, I ended up letting him rest in my halls.But every time he comes, he will be as excited as a savage who has just returned from a deserted island and lived alone for decades, even though we just met yesterday.The school's dormitory building is quite old. Although the college has strong financial resources, the dormitory building was originally built very luxuriously and solidly, and it has undergone several thorough renovations. However, it is an old building that has been built for a long time, and the sound insulation conditions are average. Big, so I usually firmly reject him.Besides, if he often stays overnight, I am worried that others will see something different, and I don't want him to stay.

In the end, he bought a thick carpet and laid it in my bedroom. The piles of the carpet covered my insteps and it was so soft.I lacked a reason to reject him. As a result, every time Karl stayed overnight, he would ask for it like crazy, as if there was something special about my dormitory that attracted him.

My mother didn't want to see him, and she didn't say a word to Carl except for the most basic courtesy greetings, and I didn't dare to appear too presumptuous in front of my mother. This dinner seemed dull and boring.After dinner, my mother took me back to the room and asked me to tell her about my school life.Although Karl is still waiting outside, I have more chances to meet him than my mother, so I can only wrong him now.As a result, the chat lasted until nearly twelve o'clock, and when I returned to the room, Karl had already fallen asleep.

I put on my pajamas softly, got into the quilt and lay down next to Carl. George took my changed clothes and exited the room. As soon as the door closed, Carl suddenly turned over and pressed me down, asking deeply. I.

"I miss you so much." He gasped, rubbing against my body one after another.

I was not at all moved by his affectionate confession: "I remember we just met in Cambridge the day before yesterday, and my waist is still sore." I put my arms around his neck and said, "Honey, I want to rest."

Carl laughed softly, sat up, turned me over on the bed, and began to rub my waist.

The soreness in my waist was relieved, I buried my head in the pillow, and sighed comfortably: "My neighbor to the east is going bankrupt."

"Which one?" Karl was stunned for a moment before he realized, "Sir Rockman?"

"Correct."

Sir Rockman's manor and land were bought decades ago from a bankrupt earl. The earl's hundreds of thousands of acres of land and castles were all bought by Sir Rockman, who was extremely wealthy at the time. It made the headlines of newspapers across the country as evidence of the decline of the aristocracy.However, the business has gone from bad to worse so far.

Sir Rockman's factory was on the verge of bankruptcy due to poor management, and he himself was involved in a financial scam last year. He used all his money to buy the stocks of the Solofik Shipyard that had been rising all the way at that time, and even bought Borrowed a lot, but in the end it all proved to be nothing more than a scam.Many people have suffered heavy losses in this scam, and Sir Rockman's can be regarded as bankrupt.He can only sell the land and manor that he has just acquired.

I am not interested in castles. The various maintenance work of Acton Castle alone has caused me a lot of headaches. The investment is huge, but the results are very small. The castle has a long history and rich collections, but it will emerge every year. question.If I hadn't grown up here, and the castle was as much a badge of nobility as the land, I think I'd have sold it and said goodbye to all the hustle and bustle forever.

What interested me was his land.His land and mine are only separated by a road. If we buy it, the management will be very convenient.

Now collectivism is prevalent, exploiting the nobles, and using the national legislative power to take back the large properties and large areas of land owned by the big nobles and redistribute them to the state to increase public resources. This has become the consensus of the people.Aristocrats who are in the disadvantaged group of social speech rights can only be slaughtered.Last year, the Duke of Bucreucci’s land earned more than 4 pounds, but taxes accounted for more than half of it. In addition to the necessary expenses for the land, he only made a profit of more than 400 pounds in the end.If it wasn't for him to have other sources of income, these lands would eventually wear him down.

However, it is not impossible to make money from land. In addition to taking back the land and using more advanced management methods to cultivate it yourself, there is also expanding the area of ​​the land.Only when the output reaches a certain amount can the negative impact of high taxes be offset.

"I want to buy his land," I said, "as long as he wants to divide the land. I don't want his big house. But you know, the castle is what he wants to sell the most, and I'm afraid he will reject me. .Do you know if anyone would like to buy that castle?"

"I can help you pay attention." Carl said, "This kind of person is not uncommon. The castles of nobles with a long history are always very attractive to wealthy businessmen."

Two weeks later, when I came home again, I invited Sir Rockman to my house for lunch. At the same time, there were also a rich businessman who opened a textile factory and a valuation consultant whom Carl helped to contact.A week ago, we had already expressed our intention to buy his land.

We kept the price so low that Sir Rockman looked ashen, and it looked as though any penny lower would have given him a heart attack.

"Land prices have been falling for the past few years, and you are not unaware." I persuaded, "Besides, you may have heard the rumors that the international situation is very serious, and the possibility of war is very high. At that time, all I am afraid that all the male laborers will go to the military service, and more nobles who rely on the land to survive will go bankrupt. I am afraid that the price of land will be lowered by then. At that time, you will miss the current price."

"But you are robbing!" Sir Rockman said stiffly, "If you want cheap land, you can wait until the war breaks out. At that time, you will not find land that can be connected with you It's gone."

"Then you may have to wait a long time for the next buyer." I pretended to be indifferent and said, "And I remember that you still have a large loan in the bank. If you don't pay it back, the interest will continue to increase. At that time, you may finally sell the land and the castle at the price you want, but it is also very likely that the extra profit you get will be used to repay the bank's 8% interest."

Next, the wealthy businessman who was interested in buying the castle began to communicate with him. The price of the land was discussed by the two of us in advance, and the price of the castle was also lowered by him.We, together with Carl and the valuation consultant, were attacking from all sides, and we were reluctant to let go on the price.Sir Rockman could hardly speak at last, trembling all over.

Our negotiations lasted from lunch to afternoon tea.We politely invited Sir Rockman to continue to the dinner, but he immediately refused, and staggered away from Acton, pale and looking as if he had been struck by lightning, which made me very worried that he would not be able to meet him on the way. Will have a heart attack.

We considerately left Sir Rockman with time to consider, and sure enough, within a week, he agreed to the deal.I got more land than I thought. The rich businessman was not that enthusiastic about the land. In his view, the land was not for his profit, but a tool to show his wealth and get into the upper class.

The author has something to say: Go back to school for a meeting today. . .This was coded with a mobile phone for a day. . .It was so hard, my fingers were about to break. .