The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

When Ivy got home the next morning, she found Richard, also back from the artillery battalion, feeding his pony by the gate.

"Hey, let me tell you something." Ivy took off her hat and handed it to Rachel, walking towards Richard and his pony.

"Let's talk..." Richard just lowered his head to pick the forage, and responded casually.

"Bertha is sleeping with someone else."

Startled...

Richard pulled his head out of the trough in an instant, and glared at her: "Such words cannot be slandered."

"Is there any candy for nonsense?" Ivy turned her eyes disdainfully, "I saw her sleeping with a man with my own eyes, do you want me to replay the process of arrest and rape in detail and completely?"

Richard knew that his sister had never been a gossip.But he still didn't want to believe that such a serious matter came out of her mouth casually.

What's more, he didn't believe that his fiancée would betray him in a good manner.

She even got engaged and put on a ring, so how could she suddenly change her mind and cheat on someone else?

Richard shook his head vigorously, convincing himself that this was impossible.

"You can't just make up facts and destroy people's chastity just because you have conflicts with her..." Richard accused, "I don't want my sister to have bad morals."

The other party's attitude was so bad, Ivy was not angry, and even smiled at him, then walked past him and his horse nonchalantly, and left without looking back.

In the end, he left a sentence in a fluffy tone: "It's up to you, anyway, I'm not the one who wants to marry her."

The duty of reminding has been fulfilled, and since the person involved doesn't believe it, Ivy can't force him to face the facts.

She has other important things to do. If it wasn't for the fact that he was her own brother, she wouldn't have the leisure time to deal with such crap as a woman from a good family cheating and changing her mind.

Because she's busy enough for now.

She first went to visit Mrs. de Kling, and the carriage drove to the latter's manor near Windsor. The layout here was very French, even a bit imitating the Palace of Fontainebleau.

In particular, her family has a business that is also in the same line as Burgundy, France. They all have a wine cellar, keep some of it for themselves, and sell most of it on the market.

It was the alluring wine cellar that Ivy was staring at.

Mrs. de Kling liked her as much as Mrs. Suzanne. After inviting her to visit the whole manor, she began to introduce the business scope of her family.

"My husband has a plantation in Lyon. He produces and sells a lot of fruit, and earns at least [-] pounds a year." She reported her family with a proud tone.

After all, many old London aristocrats are in a state of sitting and eating, and their income and expenditure will never be equal. The extra wealth of [-] pounds has made her brag for a long time.

"Oh? That's a huge sum of money."

"I don't dare to say the huge amount of money, but the expenses are barely enough. My Mr. Kelin is quite economical and has invested in some stocks in the East India Company. This sum can bring in [-] pounds a year."

"With such an economically minded husband, you are really a winner in life." Ivy had just finished her polite compliment, but she saw Mrs. de Klin, who was still complacent just now, seemed to have suddenly remembered something, slowly closed her eyelids, and sighed: "I think we could earn no less than [-] pounds from the wine business."

"It's just a pity. I don't know what's wrong with the wine market this year. It is estimated that the oversupply exceeds demand. The price is ten times lower than in previous years. A liter of good Pinot Noir is only a few pounds. Not to mention the slightly worse varieties.

My batch of newly brewed wine has been backlogged and cannot be sold. I heard that several manor owners would rather dump all the wine in the Thames than sell it cheaply. ah. "

"Then are you willing to sell it all to me?" As soon as she finished speaking, Ivy made a straightforward request.

"What did you say?" Mrs. de Kling didn't know whether she didn't believe it or didn't hear clearly.

"I solemnly make a request to you, can you sell me the wine in your inventory at the current market price?"

Her tone was very serious, not at all joking, and Madame de Crean knew that this young lady never lied.

But because of this, she had to issue a reminder: "My dear Lady Mornington, do you know that you will buy back a pile of waste and put it at home? The characteristic of this batch of wine is that it has a short storage period. If it becomes It's not worth half a shilling when it's old."

"It's okay, I don't mind." Aiwei spelled the words clearly, and looked at the stunned lady on the opposite side seriously, "If you are willing, you might as well sell them all to me."

De Kling had an expression of disbelief throughout.

Her eyeballs widen in surprise, like giant round marbles, reflecting Ivy's confident face.

"My Miss Ivy, if you really want it, it's okay if I sell it to you at the cheapest price, ten pounds a thousand cl, just take it if you want it."

Converted into milliliters, it is one pound for one thousand milliliters, which is the lowest price Ivy expected.

Madame de Klin's generosity was beyond her expectations.

So she lifted the corner of her skirt and bowed to thank Mrs. de Klin, with a grateful smile on her lips: "That's really a thank you to Mrs.

"I also have to thank you for emptying out the storage I don't want." Mrs. de Kling said, "If you still need it, I remember that Lord Campbell's house also has a lot of good white wine, but because the quality is so good, he also I disdain to make money by doing business, so I keep them as collections. If you want wines that really preserve their value and don’t mind spending a lot of money, you can go to him.”

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While dealing with Geoffrey Campbell certainly couldn't be done in the same way as Madame de Crean's, Ivy had other plans.

She asked Mrs. de Klin to help release the news that she wanted to buy wine. The information in the upper circles has always spread rapidly, and any sign of a house can attract a lot of gossip.

Within a few days, no less than five merchants came to sell their wine.

Except for the ones that are too poor in quality, Ai Wei will not refuse anyone, and she will happily buy them.

When these people came to the door, they all expected her to save their expressions, and said bitterly: "Just look at the bid. The current market situation is that you can earn a penny. As long as you are willing to buy, you can buy as much as you want." Enough."

Ivy was naturally very happy to buy wines from the two cellars at a price that was unimaginable at ordinary times.

No matter how dissatisfied Anna was about this, she had no reason to criticize it. The money was borrowed by Ivy herself, so she couldn't say anything.

The only thing I could do was to stand in the living room after the group of businessmen left home, stare at their daughter coldly, and make an annoyed comment: "Have you poured the entire Thames River into your brain? What should I do if I can’t pay back the money, and want me to help you? Go ahead and dream.”

Then he sat down on the dark purple velvet sofa and complained angrily: "My dignified Viscount Dungannon's daughter actually gave birth to two useless children, one young son lived and died in India, and the other young daughter did nothing What a mental patient would do, I might as well follow my poor Garrett sooner."

Richard was sitting in the living room writing his military Chinese book, and he didn't lift his head after hearing Anna's complaint, and said in a muffled voice, "This is already the nine times you No.90 said that."

Anna frowned, and was about to refute, but a stooped old man ran outside the door, shouting: "Madam, Madam."

"what's up?"

Anna couldn't help frowning when she saw the butler Linde was so anxious.

At this time, Linde glanced and saw Richard's figure in the room, and a embarrassed look appeared on his face.

"Fart as long as you want." Anna said impatiently.

Only Ivy, who was drinking coffee, cast a meaningful expression at him.

"Yes yes yes..." The big beads of sweat on the poor old man's forehead desperately fell down, and he raised his hand to wipe it away, "It's already causing a lot of trouble in the city, it is said... the second young master's fiancée, and Prince Alf He was abandoned the next day after going to bed, and his engagement was rejected, the prince also said that he has slept with no less than twenty women, if everyone wants to marry him, he can't stand it."

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That is to say, beauties should concentrate on their careers...