The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected. Richard is still struggling with the scandal of his fiancée, and Ivy already has most of the new batch of high-quality wine in London.

She filled all the cellars in several properties of her family to the brim, and the outside world jokingly called it Mornington Winery. Whenever Anna went out as a guest, several wives teased her as the owner of Mornington Winery.

"Ah, the owner's wife is here." Countess Wilburton was especially good at laughing exaggeratedly, her triangular eyes widened and her nose turned red when she laughed, "When the owner comes, the humble house is full of brilliance. "

The Marquis of Dunllis also waved her purple silk hand-painted fan, and winked at her: "Don't make jokes about Anna anymore, after all..."

She made a fool of herself on purpose, and then laughed loudly, "I dare say that all the wine in London is hidden in Mornington Manor. If we run out of wine in the future, it will depend on Anna's face."

"Then she will definitely give it to us at a human price!"

At this time, the whole salon was almost laughing together, Anna's face turned red and turned white, and her freckles turned purple.

She finally couldn't bear it anymore. The moment she saw Ivy after returning home, the storm broke out instantly: "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm not doing anything." Ivy pretended to be pitiful and spread her hands.

Anna didn't accept this, and unceremoniously issued an ultimatum: "If you can't sell it within a month, I will burn it all down."

However, it didn't take a month. After she finished speaking, it took only a minute for the housekeeper to report: "Miss, there are a few French people who want to see you and want to discuss business with you."

Anna shut up for a moment.

She watched the Frenchmen in vests and leggings come in, bowing to Ivy with a helpless expression on their faces.

"Hello, Miss Wellesley, I think you should know our purpose."

The leader looked very urgent, almost begging: "Miss, I heard that a new batch of wine from all over London is here, please make a price to sell it to us."

"But France's production should be much more than ours in Great Britain. How could they find me here?"

"That's right, miss, you know that most of the wine-making manor owners are old aristocrats, and they are more or less backlashed by the people's revolutionary anger.

Therefore, the wine production of this season has been greatly reduced, and the supply is in short supply. We, the sellers, have lost our supply and have to cross the border to find you for help. "

Their stumbling English made people anxious, and Ivy had to answer in fluent French: "It's really hard work for you to come here."

"Yeah..." They hurriedly switched back to their native language, "I have asked all the manufacturers in London, and without exception, they all told us to come to you."

"Oh..." Ivy pretended to be contemplative, propping her head on one hand, "But there are too many people who come to me to buy, including other sellers in London who also need to come to me to buy, what price do you have to let me buy?" Do I prioritize your side?"

"So..." The leader gritted his teeth and stared firmly into her blue eyes, "I would like to buy at the highest price of others, what do you think?"

"But the highest price is empty, I have to ask you to bid publicly."

"Do as you please."

Ivy tapped the log round table with her knuckles, and said seriously: "How about you publish a bidding statement on the "Daily Broadcast" to ensure fairness and justice, what do you think?"

"Whatever Miss says, of course we will do as you wish."

After the group left, Anna called Rachel to bring the latest Daily Broadcast to the dinner table first thing in the morning for a week.

She pierced the soft-boiled eggs on the plate with a fork and stuffed them into her mouth with satisfaction. She stared at the bidding number under the bidding advertisement in the middle of the newspaper, which rose from twenty to fifty pounds one thousand percent. The next day, it turned into a hundred, and by Friday it had swelled to five hundred.

In the end, it even soared directly to [-].

All the vendors exploded, their gnashing of teeth could be felt through the layer of ink.

However, these people are in a hurry, and Ivy is not in a hurry.

Anyway, most of the supply of goods in London is in her hands, and the quantity on the market is greatly in short supply.

And she was hoarding, even if she raised the price on the ground, they would not dare to speak out, so they could only obediently pay.

If there are too many things, there is a flood, and if there are too few things, things are rare and expensive.Just like this season's wine, Ivy now holds a lot of golden royal rose gold coins in her hands.

She calculated it accurately. This year's most popular wines are in-season wines rather than aged wines, and all of them are hidden in Ivy's cellar. If she doesn't make a fortune, who will make a fortune?

Sellers in other parts of the UK couldn't hold back anymore. Some nobles only loved London wines. They were born with a blind worship mentality for this place. Everything represented high-end, and they discarded wines that weren't London.

However, now there is only one high-quality wine supplier in London. The sellers can only watch as the prices are raised to inflated prices, but the supply is limited. Long-term old noble customers are stepping up to urge them. There is no way to buy it, and there is no way to get a share of it.

Then, all of London witnessed that Miss Ivy Wellesley of the Mornington family transferred all the wines to the French at a profit margin of close to one thousand, and exchanged the "burden" of seven cellars for A warehouse in the Bank of England has gold coins printed with the head of the King of England.

When it was time to withdraw the money at the end, Mornington Manor sent all the carriages to transport the goods. They passed King Street under the envious eyes of everyone. It was almost a majestic parade. The family coat of arms on the carriages was shining brightly. The crowd instantly returned to the glorious era of the Mornington family.

"My God, Miss Ivy really made a lot of money this time." Mrs. Wilburton sighed.

"It's more than that, it's a huge profit. This sum alone is worth the common wealth of her five generations." The Marchioness of Dunllis drank tea, her tone was both admiring and envious, "I just said that girl is a smart girl." People, this brain, tsk tsk, luckily I didn't listen to her mother. Otherwise, I can only be a poor girl without a dowry for the rest of my life."

"Speaking of which, why didn't Anna and Mrs. de Crean come to my tea party today?" Mrs. Wilburton looked around curiously, but found that the two were nowhere to be seen.

"One is busy counting the money, and the other, I heard, went to make wine overnight."