American Fortune Life

One morning later, Andy got up early in the morning, and with the help of his assistant Tory, he put on his well-prepared thick woolen hunting fox suit, leather boots, horse pants, hunting suit, helmet, etc.

With a black helmet with a hat in his hand, he took a picture in front of the mirror, not to mention very brilliant, which is more important than a hunting suit in the United States.

Sit on the Rolls-Royce at the hotel and drive off to the Rothmill Estate on the outskirts of London, escorted by two black SUVs.

Because in the morning, the road was clearer, and an hour later, Andy walked in front of the arched gate of the Rothmill Estate Barrier. Rothmill IV was a handsome middle-aged man with a height of 190 cm. He remained in good shape and was also in a hunting suit, except his hair was combed with an oily back, and he was waiting at the door with his crown, Truchu's butler, and several bodyguards, behind him, a ballpark electric car.

Andy walked out of the car with a faint smile on his face and walked forward with a smile on his face and a straight Rosmir IV handshake greeting.

“Welcome aboard, Mr. Smith. ”

“Thank you for your invitation, Your Highness, Viscount Rosmir. It is a great honor to meet you.” Andy is not a newcomer. Since he can't avoid it, he can only go into the country. He's not a spoiled child. He doesn't understand.

Indeed, the smile on Rosmir IV's face is clearer, using the so-called aristocratic RP accent, which is pronounced on the basis of an accent from southeastern England, similar to Mandarin based on the pronunciation of a Kyoto-film.

“Today's invitation belongs to a private party, you can call me Johnson directly, I think it would make me more comfortable, can I call you Andy? ”

“Of course, it's an honor.” Andy replied with a smile when he heard the other party's words, and he also knew that these so-called aristocrats were directly named as territories + titles + lords in public, especially when people called them.

And the reason Viscount Rosmir was willing to let Andy call him by his name was nothing more than Andy Smith's identity and worth, and his accomplishments could not be underestimated, and in front of this young man he had nothing to glorify.

Of course, the United States is also a country that does not recognize the so-called titles. Although many Americans are proud to have been crowned British royal titles, most people still don't have much of a cold in the British royal family. It would be nice not to have a cold tide. If you insist on letting this young billionaire carry a Viscount with him, it may be counterproductive.

After a brief chill, Andy accepted the invitation and boarded a white stadium electric car, browsing their family estate all the way through Viscount Rosmir's introduction.

The English noble estate may have always felt empty and cold because of the weather here, but it's also a lawn-wooded lake, but it's really a little chilly in Andy's eyes.

In the fog of the distance, a gray-yellow British classical building with many spires was surrounded by dense and very characteristic trees, and in the recent past, spotted wall stones were not repaired due to obsolescence, preserving historical traces of authenticity.

In fact, all the estates that have been inherited by the same family for centuries have far exceeded the value of ordinary buildings or immovable properties, whose existence engraves the meaning and traces of the family, and whose character, tradition and character, the dynamics of every room, the layout of every landscape and the setting of every space reveal the character, taste and spirit of the family.

The Brits are indeed very mixed in inheritance and preservation, which is uncomfortable. Their nobility sees life as inheritance. As far as Andy knows, many of the true so-called nobles on the outskirts of London are long gone by now. The titles have long been cut off, and even the middle classes of life are not counted. They prefer to rely on the inherited estate for cattle farming or sell the family estate to choose another life. They are still adhering to the passage of generations, hoping that their descendants can regain the glory of the family.

Guided by Viscount Rosmir, a pedestrian walked into the castle and arrived at a large showroom next to the lobby on the ground floor, which contained many living animal specimens, as well as a wall of antique guns.

Before coming to a wooden vertical cabinet, the butler opened the vertical cabinet, which was filled with a polished, oily shotgun from top to bottom.

“Andy, pick one, these are very good shotguns.” Viscount Rosmir smiled and said to Andy, picking one up and handing it to Andy, then introducing: "James Partner Hunting Gun is a British famous brand, called a magic gun, all handmade, each one is different, the handle details the date each gun was started and finished, and it typically takes three to five years to build a James Partner Hunting Gun. ”

Andy smiled a few times and looked at the gold and silver engraving on the gun, which was old-fashioned and elegant, the gun was solemn and sturdy and a beautiful piece of craftsmanship.

To be honest, no man who didn't love guns, especially Andy, from the heavenly kingdom of strict gun control, learned to control guns long after he crossed, and Joseph and Kenny taught him to do a pretty good job of shooting, at least a moving target could still hit.

“Just this one, it went well.” Andy made a choice with a smile and he loved the golden and silver carved shotgun, which was very pushy and, of course, still felt very comfortable once he got his hands on it.

“Oh, well, let's go to the back stables, where it's all my baby, and I think you'll like them, by the way, if you'll excuse me, how's your equestrian? ”

“As a kid growing up in Cowboy Country, I think my equestrian skills are reasonable.” Andy smiled back.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let's go. Our family of professional fox hunters took the fox hounds to the fox's lair this morning, and we distinguished their smell, so we picked the horses and hunted... ”

Andy, led by his middle-aged uncle, who became a bit lively and excited, came to the stables and picked out a bunch of palm-red tall horses, although he had little research on horses, could not tell what breed they were, and knew only that they were strong and smooth.

Tsemayang whipped, ran up on a vast estate meadow, followed by two convertible Land Cruisers, Andy's bodyguard, while two horse-riding bodyguards rode right behind Andy.

“Woof... ”

Soon as we reached the hillside forest, we heard a noisy dog bark a long way from the hillside forest. This fluttered, letting people know there were a lot of dogs there. When we got to the front, we almost scared.

Nima, there are at least fifty fox hounds, surrounded and waiting to play, seemingly because they know Rosmir is coming, they're all spirited, and they're hovering around Rosmir and Andy's horses.

The main lord came, and the hunting began, and in the horn of the professional fox hunter, the fox hounds burst into the fox hole they had long smelled, and began to drive the fox out, and then Andy saw some gray shadows and red shadows scattered, and the mad fox hounds began to chase according to the scent.

Suddenly, in the woods and meadows, dog barks, horseshoes, hunters' drinks, and the honks of the dogs' horns sandwiched together, causing tremendous spiritual deterrence to the prey.

“For a while, when these foxes are exhausted, they can only hide in holes in the ground. At this point, the hunt for this fox is over. This hidden fox, driven out of the hole by the fox hound, you and I can shoot it.” Viscount Rosmir parallels Andy Zema, explaining to him.

“Well, these fox hounds have really great endurance.” Andy looked at the fox hounds running after them and changing directions from time to time, exclaiming.

“Oh, they can run uninterrupted for two hours, otherwise how can there be a crazy title... Damn, looks like our first prey belongs to the dogs!“ Viscount Rosmir, just as Andy was joking, saw the fox hound in front of him surrounded by a circle and began to bark, cursing him with an inexorable curse, and Andy prompted him to whip down to catch up.

Andy was also slightly stunned, a little curious to follow, and then he heard the other party's unhappy introduction: ”A fox was caught by the fox hounds, and the first prey belonged to these lunatics... “

Andy was just saying that he saw a very long body, but a very strong fox hound didn't hesitate to jump on it. Exhausted foxes clamped their tails and their teeth roared and threatened nothing, because the first one jumped on the head dogs of the fox hounds, without any suspension, the foxes bit their neck with one bite, and swayed a few times from time to time, until the foxes slowly lost their struggle, died out of breath, the lead dogs only loosened up, straightened their necks, and looked arrogant showing off their force.

Killing, close by.

Andy looked at the whole process, a little intolerable, but still more excited, and his eyes became brighter. No wonder there were animal protection associations and the Coalition Against Cruel Sports every year demanding a ban on hunting and dog-hunting, and two years ago there was a massive riot in England.

It was a bit cruel and cruel, because soon Andy saw a more exciting scene, and the second fox caught was directly torn to death by a bunch of fox hunters, but Andy felt more excited, with a noticeable increase in adrenaline.

”Boom!“

”Good shooting! “

Andy pressed down the smoking barrel, heard the admiration of Viscount Rosmiral around him, looked at the fallen fox and smiled comfortably and said: "I love this sport. “

”Oh, that's not easy, the Duke of Badford fox hunts are held every November, and if you have time to attend, I think the Duke of Badford would very much welcome you, or simply buy a manor, and you can always choose to hunt in the fall. “

When he heard the Viscount, Andy nodded with a smile: "It's a great idea to buy a manor! “