Chapter 1017
My Empire Chapter 1017
2020-11-03
Chapter 1017 Chapter 1019 VillaA precious Mansger-Master car was lightly parked at a villa with a green lawn Front.
Although it's winter, if you hire an expensive night Elf Race gardener, you can keep your garden spring-like in the middle of winter - of course, this price can't be described as expensive.
Under normal circumstances, no one wants to put a lot of money in such a boring place. People who do so are either pretending to be X, or they are really rich.
The waiter in expensive clothes walked to the front of the stationary Mingshi car, stretched out his white-gloved hand, and opened the heavy, bulletproof-looking door of the Mingshi car.
A beautiful leg sticks out of the car first, then a round butt that looks bouncy. The woman exuding a seductive aura squeezed out of the car first, and then a middle-age person in a white undershirt got out of the car.
He grabbed a hand on the woman's buttocks, and the other side hung it on the man's arm charmingly, and walked with him to the splendid villa.
The wealthy people of the Alanhill empire have begun to live in villas. The kind of castle that looks very luxurious is not very popular now.
After all, being able to buy a villa on the outskirts of Serris City is already a very, very rich expression - to live in a castle, it is not just a matter of money.
This is the same as owning a courtyard house in Imperial Capital, it requires inheritance, identity, and super super rich...
The entire empire, in Serris City The first one with a large courtyard is the Imperial Family. The entire Imperial Palace is literally a castle, and it is a castle with an exaggerated area.
Only the emperor can live in the castle in the city center, which is an unwritten rule of the Alanhill Empire.
Then those who can live in castles around Serris City are already rich and expensive, and their identities are often sky-high: Dez has a castle for his own use, and Vagron has one, just as an empire Marshal, he doesn't go back to his castle very often.
There are other famous officials, most of them have only one decent villa, some in the city, such as Old Master Gourlo's villa, some in the suburbs, such as Deans' villa, Stryd's villa villa, etc.
According to unwritten regulations, only high-level officials at the imperial level are eligible to own villas above the fifth layer. The empire did not impose any requirements, but everyone was more restrained and low-key, and no one was willing to break such invisible rules and regulations.
The villa in front of you is a luxury villa with only the fourth layer, which also highlights the identity of the villa owner. He must have a very high status within the empire, but he is not the kind of favorite who can always accompany the emperor of the empire.
The middle-aged man walked to the first floor of the villa, whispered a few words in the ear of the enchanting beauty beside him, and then walked into the elevator by himself.
The house is as warm as spring, which is also in line with women's clothing. The originally charming beauty didn't even dare to find a place to sit, so she stood by the sofa respectfully, like a primary school student waiting for a teacher.
She knows her identity, and everyone who can enter here will not treat her as a person - she is just a plaything, and she must abide by this rule. If she violates this rule, she will be abandoned like a shoe tomorrow.
The man walked to the second floor and happened to see an old man sitting on the top of the sofa in the living room, next to two old people of the same age who were drinking tea with him.
The atmosphere seemed to be quite lively. The old man in the lead saw the middle-aged man with a smile on his face, and waved at him: "Come? Come, come here, and pay the old man. fogey I drink tea!"
Since Serris defeated the Dragon Knight of the Holy Demon Emperor in the Battle of Dragon City, bitter tea has spread with the cannons and Mauser rifles of the Alanhill Empire.
Every noble is proud of drinking tea. Some really support Serris and believe that mortals should rise; some are just arty and regard tea as a fashion.
In short, tea became popular, and later everyone developed a variety of teas, some called black tea, some called black tea... The emperor also named two kinds of teas himself, One is called Song tea and the other is called Ming tea.
The current imperial aristocracy respects drinking Ming tea. This tea is only produced in a few mountains in the Arrant Empire. The output is scarce and delicious. It is the favorite variety of the emperor Your Majesty.
No way, in the Alanhill Empire, what the emperor likes is the perfect ten good things. If anyone can get a little bit, then he can hook up with elegance and dignity.
As for Song tea, it was the kind of tea that the emperor liked two years ago, and now it has been expanded and produced in many places.
Of course, good quality, old and very expensive. Ordinary people can't afford to drink it, and most people still only drink bitter tea, dark tea, and black tea.
The tea shop in front of you can tell by looking at the tea set and smelling the aroma that the specifications are quite high. At least it is also Song Tea that has been more than five years old, and the price is definitely not cheap!
The middle age person saw the old man beckoning, hurriedly bowed, said with a smile on his face: "Old Master, Robert's greetings to you!"
"You brat! The old man nodded twice, smiled and pointed to the empty sofa beside him, motioning him to sit down.
Then he actually stretched out his hand, took up the tea set, and poured a cup of hot tea for Robert later: "It's still cold outside, drink a cup of hot tea and warm up! Talk again!"
"oh!" Robert agreed, then raised his teacup. He could feel the temperature of the tea inside through the teacup, but he did not pause at all, and poured the hot tea down his throat in one gulp.
The pain extended from the mouth to the stomach. To be honest, whether the tea was good or not, Robert didn't drink it at all - whether this old man's tea skills were proven, only Heavenly God knew. .
The old man didn't realize that his casual politeness had already caused "internal injuries" to others. With a smile on his face, he continued to say to the old man on the side: "Tomorrow morning, we will sell the stocks of the shipping industry. I bought aerospace stocks!"
"Listen to you." The old man was unequivocal and agreed directly, as if the billion-dollar stock transaction was just an insignificant little thing .
Seeing that the other party nodded agreed, the old man at the head stopped talking. He has been in a high position for a long time, and he is not too talkative. He turned his head and looked towards the other old man, and said: " The country is going to expand ten more energy bases, the addresses, as I said just now, you can choose a few places yourself, show them in advance, and how many you can win depends on your luck.”
"Understood!" The old man nodded lightly, and he already had concerns in his heart.
(end of this chapter)