I am a nobleman in England

"Sandringham Palace?"

Looking at the address of the dinner party on the invitation, Arthur frowned and muttered.

As the steward of the Encyclopedia of British Nobles, Paul seemed to have guessed the doubts of the young earl, and smiled and introduced: "According to tradition, your Majesty’s family will spend Christmas at Sandringham Palace in Norfolk in the east of England.

Other royal family members will also arrive here one after another before Christmas Eve to celebrate the festival with the Queen.After everyone arrives, their family will enjoy a traditional English Christmas dinner.

On the second day of Christmas, Boxing Day, the Queen, according to tradition, walked to the church to worship.The church they went to was St. Mary Magdalene's Church near Sandringham Palace. The service on the day would last approximately 45 minutes.

In the evening, His Majesty will invite all members of the royal family and some nobles to the Christmas dinner. This is an honor!"

"Well, I'm also honored and flattered." Arthur repacked the invitation card into the envelope with the royal emblem and sealing wax, opened another envelope, and took out the eighth Earl of Carnarvon George Herb After reading the invitation card that Mr. Te and his wife gave him, he put it back in the envelope and smiled: "Haha, it seems that I am really not what I used to be!"

Butler Paul did not respond to his own earl’s self-deprecating, but smiled and looked at him with very relieved eyes. This is the reality. Although it is said that the British aristocracy has declined, the aristocrats themselves also declared to be the middle class, but only themselves Knowing that there is still an insurmountable gap between common people and nobles.

Aristocratic private banquets will always be private gatherings for members of the royal family, dignitaries and other high-class people.This is not only a symbol of status and status, but also a manifestation of noble and extraordinary temperament.

Naturally, Arthur didn’t know what Paul’s butler was thinking. He looked at the two invitations in his hands and expressed sincerely with the ancient saying of the celestial dynasty. Poor is in the downtown area and no one asks, and rich has distant relatives in the mountains. The best interpretation.

Sure enough, this society is so realistic, people's hearts are so complicated, they are all special materials, and everything is the supremacy of profit and money.

This is the case both in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad. People who have money, have the right and have the ability, will have people fawning, cheating on their feet, and trying to get close, just to get benefits and satisfy their vanity.

On the other hand, if there is nothing, there is no ability or money, you will be looked down on, and you will hide away from you, no one cares about it, no one cares, and even ridicule behind and become a "happy fruit" for everyone to make fun of. The way, this is reality.

Arthur's own experience verifies another sentence: Hedong for thirty years, Hexi for thirty years!

So, people and people, don't look down on anyone. No matter how good people are, they have shortcomings. No matter how rich they are, they also have troubles. No matter how powerful they are, they also have weaknesses. Even strong people will fail.

The more contemptuous people are, the more narrow-minded and incompetent people, the real strong will not be arrogant, but will put their posture flat and treat everyone with equal eyes. After all, Feng Shui turns, everything will change. No one can predict that there will be rain in that cloud in the sky in the future...

"You can reply to me, I will answer the appointment on time!"

Arthur passed the two invitations in his hand to Paul and smiled. He took off the soundproof earmuffs from his neck and prepared to put them on again.

"Lord, the invitation letter from your majesty nv requires you to reply in person to show respect." Butler Paul said solemnly.

"Well, I'll reply in person in a while." Although Arthur wanted to complain, these invitations were not written by the king of nv personally. If he please reply in person, it makes no difference at all. There is no way. Who will let him talk about the so-called Your Majesty has no sense of belonging or awe, after all, Daqing has died early!

As he said, Arthur took out two bullets again from his pocket, loaded them into the shotgun, and made a ready-to-shoot action with a thirteen, and shouted, "Throw!"

"Bang—Boom—"

"Slap—slap—"

At the same time that two short shots sounded, two white porcelain plates exploded into pieces in the air.

As Arthur moved his shoulders that were numb with the recoil of the rifle stock, he reloaded ammunition, "No, I have to buy a few good shotguns and a flying saucer launcher. You can't keep people throwing plates and playing. "

"Crack—"

Closing the barrel, Arthur continued to shout, "Throw it!"

......

In the study, Arthur took a fountain pen dipped in ink, and wrote a reply letter to His Majesty King nv on a customized card of the Bolin family. To be honest, he really couldn't write in English. It was after the butler Paul wrote it again, and he copied and practiced for more than an hour before he had the courage to write on the card.

It seems that to be a good earl, he still has a lot to learn.

Buzzing--

Arthur took the already written card and looked at the English letters written on it. He raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, with the wind blowing in his mouth, hoping to let the ink dry quickly, when the phone on the side rang.

Seeing that it was Smith Jama’s phone number, Arthur directly pressed the hands-free button. As soon as the call was connected, he heard Smith’s voice eagerly saying: "Good afternoon, boss, now the price of London gold has risen. At US$1,045 per ounce, the price of gold futures for December delivery on the New York Mercantile Exchange rose to US$1046.9 per ounce, successfully setting a record high.

The previous record of New York gold futures was born on March 17, 2008, at US$1033.90 per ounce. For three consecutive trading days, international gold quotations have risen steadily, with a cumulative increase of 5%. Tomorrow is Friday. I am worried. Profits will be rushed to sell over the weekend, and there will be half an hour to close. Boss, I think it’s time to ship. No one can guarantee to ship at the highest point. Let’s first guarantee the fruits of victory!"

Arthur couldn't help frowning, shaking his mouse, and clicking on the page of the gold trading market, looking at the curve and quotation on it, he hesitated.

To be honest, he is a bit annoying about Smith Jama now and shakes the military's mind. Originally, he was planning to ship tomorrow, but Smith Jama's analysis is also very reasonable.

Caibo is touching!

Once the heart beats, he will become more and more concerned about gains and losses. Arthur's expression changed and fell into entanglement. At this time, Smith Jamma on the other side of the phone seemed to have guessed the entanglement of his boss, broke the silence, and continued to say: "Boss, Otherwise, we will ship half of the goods first, and the other half tomorrow, and ship them in batches. In this way, no matter if it goes up or down tomorrow, you will never get out of the way.

It has been rising for three days in a row. After coming back this weekend, it will inevitably enter a short-term shock adjustment. At that time, we can buy again. Boss, as long as the big market is there, the money can't be made."

Smith Jama sitting in his office on Financial Street in London is really a little anxious. What he said are all empirical talks, and they are all from the heart for the sake of the young boss.

Of course, there is also a little selfishness of his, that is, he hopes that Arthur, the boss who pulled him from hell, can really be invincible. Only in this way can he work and make money for the boss better. You won’t lose your job again because the boss is not strong enough.

In fact, Smith Jama also knows that his young boss’s wealth is lacking. In his eyes, the young boss is desperate to buy gold, not investing, but fighting for life. Fortunately, God bless the gold. Soaring.

However, fighting for life is not a long-term solution, and God will not always be on the side of the boss. He wants to guide the boss to the road of investment, rather than fighting stupid, gambling-style speculation that kills the addiction. .

"Well, let's go out half way first, and I will be able to sleep peacefully tonight!"

Arthur finally decided to listen to the advice of professionals. Moreover, it is impossible to say that all his wealth is smashed in without any psychological pressure. Even if he has the foresight and can't help it, the more he cares, the more he suffers from gains and losses.

"I'll ship now!" Upon receiving the instruction, Smith Jama immediately began to operate. After all, a large order of 500 million will not be sold all at once. This will only bring down the price, but will not maximize the benefits and grasp the timing. , Go out one by one.

Hearing the sound of typing on the keyboard from the phone, Arthur felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It is really content to earn more than US$500 million in profits and make more than US$500 million!

Arthur stared closely at the London gold trend and quotation on the computer monitor in front of him, as well as the time constantly beating in the corner of the monitor. He didn't want to ship the goods, but now he feels that the time is too fast.

"The last two orders... The price has already moved, I need to lower the price."

"You decide, I believe you!" Hearing Smith Jama's anxious voice on the phone, Arthur said immediately.

......

"call--"

There was a deep breath on the phone, and Arthur couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. At this time, Smith Jama's voice rang, "Boss, complete the task, half the shipment, the profit is 118.96 million. Thousands of two hundred and three hundred and fourteen dollars have been deducted from transaction fees and loan interest, boss, congratulations, you are already a veritable billionaire!"

118.96 million 5213.14...

"call--"

At this time, Arthur’s heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably. Although he had already accepted his identity as a theoretical billionaire, when the money really fell into his pocket, it was really, truly what he could do. When he was at the disposal of wealth at will, he was still overwhelmed with excitement.

"Thank you, Smith, I need to be quiet now and call you later..."

As he said, Arthur hung up the phone directly, his face was ruddy, and his eyes were a little absent-minded, watching himself sweat all over, and his shaking hands, whispered softly: "I'm really a billionaire..."