"Sandringham Palace?"

Arthur looked at the host address of the dinner on the invitation and frowned slightly and muttered.

Paul, the steward of the British aristocratic encyclopedia, seemed to have guessed the doubts of the young Count, and smiled and introduced: "According to tradition, His Majesty's family will celebrate Christmas at Sandringham Palace in Norfolk east of England.

Other royal 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 British Christmas dinner.

On the second day of Christmas, the Boxing Day, the Queen walked to the church to worship according to tradition. The church they went to was St. Mary Magdalene Church near Sandringham Palace, and the service that day lasted about 45 minutes.

In the evening, His Majesty will invite all members of the royal family and some nobles to attend the Christmas dinner, which is a glory!”

"Well, I feel honored and flattered." Arthur reinstalled the invitation card into the envelope with royal badge wax. He opened another envelope and took out the invitation given to him by the eighth Earl of Canaven George Herbert and his wife. After reading it, he put it back into the envelope and smiled, "Haha, it seems that I am really different from the past!"

The housekeeper Paul did not respond to the self-deprecation of his own count, but smiled and looked at him with a very pleased look. This is the reality. Although it is said that the British aristocracy has declined and the aristocracy himself claims to be the middle class, only they themselves know that there is still an insurmountable gap between the common people and the aristocracy.

Private banquets of nobles are always private gatherings for upper-class people such as royal family members, dignitaries, etc. This is not only a symbol of identity and status, but also a manifestation of a noble and extraordinary temperament.

Arthur naturally didn't know what the housekeeper Paul was thinking. He looked at the two invitations in his hand and sighed sincerely about the ancient Chinese saying. He was poor in the downtown area and no one asked about his distant relatives in the mountains. His encounter today is definitely the best interpretation.

Sure enough, this society is so realistic, people's hearts are so complex, and they are all very material, and everything is profit and money.

This is true in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad. If you have money, power and ability, you will be able to curry favor with others, and try every means to get close to you, just to get benefits and satisfy your vanity.

On the contrary, if you have nothing, no ability or money, you will be looked down upon and hide away from you, no one cares about you, and you will even ridicule behind your back and become a "pistachio" that everyone makes fun of you. There is no way, this is reality.

Arthur's own experience verified another sentence: Thirty years from Hedong, Thirty years from Hexi!

So, no one should look down on each other. No matter how good a person is, he has shortcomings. No matter how rich a person is, he has worries. No matter how powerful a person is, he has weaknesses. He will fail in a strong person.

The more people look down on others, the narrow-minded and incompetent people, the real strong man will not be arrogant, but will instead put his attitude flat and treat everyone with an equal eye. After all, the feng shui changes, everything will change. No one can predict that there will be rain in the cloud in the sky in the future...

"You can help me reply, I will accept the appointment on time!"

Arthur smiled after handing the two invitations in his hand to Paul, taking off the soundproof earmuffs hanging around his neck and preparing to put them on again.

"Your Majesty's invitation letter is required to reply in person to show respect." The butler Paul said with a serious expression.

"Okay, I will reply to the letter in person later." Although Arthur wanted to complain, these invitation letters were not written by King N himself. If he asked not to reply to the letter in person, there was no difference. There was no way. Who made him have no sense of belonging or awe for the so-called Your Majesty? After all, Daqing died long ago!

As he said that, Arthur took out two more bullets from his pocket, loaded them into his hunting rifle, and made a move ready to shoot, shouting, "Take it!"

"Bang bang"

"Pai Pa"

While two gunfires were heard, two white porcelain plates also exploded into pieces in the air.

Arthur moved his shoulders that were a little numb by the butt recoil, while reloading ammunition, "No, I have to buy a few good hunting rifles and a flying saucer launcher. You can't keep throwing the plate and playing with it."

"Click"

Close the chamber, Arthur continued to shout, "Take it!"...

In the study, Arthur held a pen dipped ink and wrote a reply letter to His Majesty N on a customized card of the Bolin family. To be honest, he really couldn't write English styles. This was the one that the housekeeper Paul wrote after 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 count, he still has a lot to learn.

Buzz

Arthur held the card he had written, looked at the English letters he wrote on it, raised his eyebrows with satisfaction, and the wind was blowing in his mouth, hoping that the ink was drying quickly, the phone that was placed beside him rang.

Seeing that it was Smith Jama's phone number, Arthur pressed the hands-free button directly. As soon as the phone was connected, he heard Smith's voice anxiously saying: "Good afternoon, boss, the current price of gold in London has risen to $1,045 per ounce. The price of gold futures delivered on the New York Mercantile Exchange in December rose to $1,046.9 per ounce, successfully hitting a record high.

The previous record of New York gold futures was born on March 17, 2008, at $1,033.90 per ounce. For three consecutive trading days, international gold prices have steadily risen, with a cumulative increase of 5%. Tomorrow is Friday. I am worried that the profit-taking orders will rush to sell for the weekend, and there is still half an hour to close. Boss, I think it's time to ship now. No one can guarantee the shipment at the highest point. Let's guarantee the fruit of victory first!"

Arthur couldn't help but frown, shook his mouse, clicked on the page of the gold trading market, and looked at the curve and quotes above, and hesitated a little.

To be honest, he is a little annoyed by Smith and Jama now, which shakes the morale of the army. Originally, he was planning to ship the goods tomorrow, but Smith and Jamama's analysis is also very reasonable.

Wealth moves people's hearts!

Once you are moved, you will become more and more worried about gains and losses. Arthur's expression changes and he falls into a tangle. At this time, Smith Jama on the other end of the phone seemed to have guessed the entanglement of his boss, broke his silence, and continued to advise: "Boss, why don't we send half of the goods first, and the other half tomorrow, and ship in batches. In this way, no matter how the price rises and falls tomorrow, you will not miss the opportunity.

It has been rising for three days in a row. After coming back this weekend, it will inevitably enter a short-term fluctuation adjustment. At that time, we can buy it again. Boss, as long as the market is in big, you will never make enough money."

Smith Jama, sitting in the London Financial Street office, was really a little anxious. What he said was all about experience and was sincerely considering the young boss.

Of course, there is also his little selfishness, that is, he hopes that Arthur, the boss who brought him up from hell, can really be invincible. Only in this way can he work better for his boss and make money, so that he will not lose his job again because of his boss' lack of strength.

In fact, Smith and Jama also knew that his young boss had some shortcomings in his wealth. In his eyes, the young boss was staked in buying gold, not investing, but fighting for his life. Fortunately, God blessed, gold really rose sharply.

However, fighting for life is not a long-term solution, and God will not always stand on the boss's side. He wants to guide his boss on the road of investment, rather than fighting for stupidity, fighting for life and death and dying of his addiction.

"Okay, then let's take half of it first and put it in the bag. I can sleep peacefully tonight!"

Arthur finally decided to listen to the advice of professionals, and it was impossible to put all his wealth into it without any psychological pressure. Even if he had the foresight, there was no way, the more he cared about it, the more he was worried about it.

"I'll ship it now!" After receiving the order, Smith and Jama immediately started to operate. After all, it is impossible to throw out a large order of 500 million at once. That will only cost the price, but will not maximize the benefits. Grasp the opportunity and go out one by one.

Arthur felt indescribable when he heard the sound of typing on the keyboard from the phone.

With 500 million US dollars, you can really make a profit of more than 100 million US dollars!

Arthur's eyes were staring at the London Gold trends and quotes on the computer monitor in front of him, as well as the time of the continuous jumping in the corner of the monitor. He originally didn't want to ship the goods, but now he feels that time has passed too quickly.

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

"You decided, I believe you!" Arthur immediately said...

"call"

A deep breath came from the phone, and Arthur couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. At this time, Smith Jama's voice sounded, "Boss, complete the task, ship half of the shipment, and make a profit of 118.965,213.14 US dollars, and the transaction fees and loan interest have been deducted. 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 theoretical identity as a billionaire, when the money really fell into his pocket and became a wealth that he could control at will, he was still unsatisfied and excited, and could not control himself.

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

As he said that, Arthur hung up the phone directly, his face was rosy, his eyes were a little confused and he looked at him sweating all over. His hands were trembling and murmured softly: "I am really a billionaire..."

I'm a noble in England
Chapter completed!