Transmigration of the bastard lord

Gordon Saul was taken out of the office building by the secretary and walked directly across the square.It should be closer if you don’t take a carriage, Baron Saul thought; although he disliked the dirt road, he followed it patiently.

10 minute later.

The secretary, whose leggings straps on her calf were not just decorations, was still walking like flying, but Baron Saul, who was wearing the thick-soled leather boots with jeweled gold threads common to aristocratic gentlemen, was not so relaxed.The baron, who probably couldn't walk so much in a year, felt that the soft plush insoles pricked the soles of his feet like needles, and the six-layer satin robe on his body was as heavy as armor after sweating.It's a good thing he wasn't wearing a coat with exaggerated shoulder pads or a belt studded with jewels, otherwise he wouldn't be able to take a step now.

Baron Sol, who was sweating profusely, felt dizzy in his head, but the woman in front was still leading the way briskly, making him embarrassed to ask for a rest.The dirt road that disgusted him was no longer a problem, and he even wanted to sit down to catch his breath now if he could.

Finally, a figure appeared in front of the seemingly endless dirt path.

The thorny team led by Ryan is digging the roadbed, and more than a hundred workers of various backgrounds and complicated backgrounds are sweating profusely.Heavy labor, strict management, unreasonable continuous sitting system, and training in line every morning and before going to bed; whether it is a former gangster leader or a young man from any family, they are all worn out by this tough management system Angular.

The secretary approached the construction site with Baron Sol, who had flushed cheeks and dull eyes, and greeted Captain Ren: "Mr. Ren, I brought Baron Sol here."

Mr. Wren, who still stuck his big sword on the progress line and stared at the workers covetously, nodded to the secretary, and then shouted at the boys who were too tired to pay attention to the outside world: "Boys of the Sol family, come out and report!"

A young man who was pushing a trolley to transport sand hurriedly parked the car beside the grass, jogged over and stood at attention, shouting, "Here!"

Ren took out his pocket watch and checked the time: "Family visit, I'll give you 5 minutes!"

"Yes! Sir!" Little Sol burst into tears when he saw his father from afar, and after getting permission, he immediately strode to Baron Sol's side, tears filled with excitement pouring down, "Father... Father, I..."

The secretary has already walked away a little bit wisely, and old Saul couldn't hold back when he saw his son from afar.Heavenly Father, what has his poor son been tortured into?His skin was as dark as that of a drow elf, his soft and fluffy hair was cut into short hair less than half a finger long, and he was wearing a blue cloth that looked like the serfs working in the fields...

The father and son cried in each other's arms, causing the workers working over there to peek at them quietly; then they were kicked by Rennes who rushed towards him like a hungry tiger...

The 5 minutes passed quickly, and the father and son cried for a while, and the young Sol seized the time to say to Baron Sol: "I am doing well, father, please don't worry. Now there is an activity to select model workers, Rennes The captain mentioned that I have a good chance... I can go home one day then, father."

Baron Sol trembled and said: "My poor child, don't lie to me... Heavenly Father, look at what you are now... If there is a chance, I will ask the lord to let you go, you must first endure……"

"Boy of the Sol family, return to the team!" Ren's ruthless voice sounded, and little Sol replied loudly, bowed to his father reluctantly, and trotted back to the team.

On the way back, Baron Sol's footsteps became heavier. The pain in the soles of his feet was one aspect, and his son's sad appearance was another aspect.Baron Sol, who vaguely understood Ms. Vivienne's intentions, knew that he had the only choice.

Sitting in the office of the finance department again, facing Ms. Vivienne, Baron Sol forgot the other party's "disrespect" and expressed his intention to cooperate with the lord with very sincere words.The two parties quickly reached a consensus on the transaction ratio and signed a cooperation contract for the next three years.

Baron Saul hadn't returned for a long time, and old Alfred patted the armrest of the sofa impatiently and cursed; Kim Roger, who had already understood what was going on, had a gloomy face and didn't bother to pay attention to his brother-in-law who was like a pig.

These three so-called pact partners are no more vulnerable than a girl's skirt.It was very easy to understand that the woman chose to bypass old Alfred.The sad thing is that his old Alfred's in-laws have the label of the Alfred family on his back...

Hesitating for a while between relatives and hugging the lord's thigh, considering the future glory of the family, Baron Roger stood up abruptly.

"Where are you going?" asked old Alfred impatiently.

"I'm going to find someone to ask, where can I clean my shoes." Kim Roger used the method of urine escape.

Old Alfred rolled his eyes and secretly despised the nouveau riche country bumpkin.

After leaving the lounge, Kim Roger turned around and went to Miss Vivienne's office...

Old Alfred waited irritablely for more than an hour before the respectful lady secretary came in and told him that, for one reason or another, he could not be allowed to see his son.Of course, the most fundamental reason is that Miss Secretary and Ms. Vivienne don't think that the viscount, who is out of breath after walking a short corridor, can walk for more than ten minutes...

Ever since he was stopped by Fu Youguang after entering the farm because he was driving too fast, old Alfred hadn't been able to vent his anger effectively; seeing that he was left out in the cold, he always thought that he should be confessed The old nobleman casually grabbed the cup on the coffee table and threw it at the secretary.

The secretary turned around to avoid it, but was drenched in tea.The lady who was a former study maid was respected by many people because of her excellent clerical skills after she took part in the work. After being treated like this, her eyes were a little red, but she still bowed respectfully and quit.

"I hate that guy!" Miss Secretary said after rushing into Ms. Vivienne's office, pulling her fist.

Vivian took a towel to help her wipe off the water droplets on her hair, and shrugged to the two barons sitting on the sofa in her office: "The viscount seems to regard our lovely and capable secretary as his servant."

Baron Saul wisely did not make any statement, and Baron Roger smiled awkwardly at Miss Secretary.

When it was lunch time, Ms. Vivienne asked Miss Secretary to lead the two barons to the cafeteria, and invited Old Alfred herself.At present, except for the high-level management of the farm who can eat in the stone house hall during dinner, other times, including the lord, must go to the cafeteria to queue up to receive meals.Fu Youguang is tired of the various privileges enjoyed by the privileged class, subtly eliminating the class barriers in people's hearts from various aspects.At least in the current farm, ordinary old farmers will not be afraid to lie down on the ground when they meet the Earl while queuing.

At the beginning, old Alfred still had the strength to mock Ms. Vivienne who didn't respect him enough with all kinds of elegant sarcasm, but it didn't take long before he only had the strength to breathe.It only takes 3 minutes to walk from the office building to the cafeteria, but it is too heavy a burden for him.

Concerned about entertaining guests after all, Ms. Vivienne set off early and applied for a table with better appearance from Xie Mier in advance.Let a few guests pick up their lunch before the lunch break workers return, without having to queue in a crowd.

This is already the biggest preferential treatment and privilege on the farm at present, but when they heard that they were going to serve the plate by themselves, the three nobles still stared out their eyes.

No manners!brutal!rude!The three nobles cursed in their hearts, and were helplessly brought to the cafeteria window, and they reached out to take the plate handed out from inside.

Sitting on the specially selected log dining table covered with tablecloths, the three nobles had very ugly faces.Serve the dishes by yourself, and have to sit in the open-air square to eat... Let alone the Viscount, the two barons began to vaguely regret setting foot on this Hein Farm, which looked like a primitive settlement.

Considering the heavy workload on the farm, working meals are always quite substantial.On today's dinner plate, apart from steamed buns as the staple food, there are appetizers of cold bean sprouts, fried pork with pickles, and fried minced pork with garlic sprouts.The two barons quickly became captives of delicious food after picking up the spoons and started, temporarily putting aside their dissatisfaction with being disrespected; as for old Alfred, he had already settled down the cold bean sprouts that was particularly to his liking.

The number of people receiving meals gradually increased, and a long queue formed in front of the cafeteria window.When the employees saw the three gorgeously dressed gentlemen, their eyes shifted.The three aristocrats who had just been refreshed by the delicious food immediately lost their appetite, and it was nothing more than being watched by the untouchables. When they found that the untouchables received the same food as themselves, the nobles immediately and strongly felt that their identities had been humiliated; The baron put down the tableware in disgust, and the old viscount slapped the table hard, his face livid.

As the host, Vivian had to care about the guests no matter what, she immediately stood up and asked, "Viscount, is the dish not to your liking?"

"How dare you serve the food of the untouchables to the nobles! Is this your rule!" The furious old noble picked up the plate and threw it at Vivienne.

There was still nearly half of the food left on the dinner plate, which was thrown out by the old Viscount and splashed around; Vivian, who hadn't expected the other party to react like this, turned pale with fright, and quickly turned sideways to avoid it.There was a muffled bang, and the greasy plate was stuck heavily on the face of the innocent passerby who was walking up behind Vivian with the plate.

The square that had already gathered hundreds of people was suddenly silent, and the people nearby even forgot to move; time seemed to be frozen, forgetting the passage of time at this moment.

The bamboo dinner plate slid down and landed at the feet of the innocent bystander.When he appeared, the farm employees who would involuntarily baptize his whole body with reverent eyes, had anger in their eyes, and clenched their fists unconsciously.

It didn't hit Vivienne, but it cleverly hit the brazen young man, and old Alfred was immediately pleased.With his mouth crooked and a cold snort, Old Alfred said to Ms. Vivienne in an arrogant tone that he thought could reflect his noble status: "Insulting a noble is a felony, wait until I complain to the lord. !"

Both Baron Roger and Baron Sol were stunned, and Old Alfred once again refreshed their understanding of the word idiot.Yes, you are a viscount, that is true; but do you know your lord?Can you speak to the lord?Do you still remember the original intention of this appointment? ?

Ms. Vivian stared at the embarrassed Fu Youguang seriously for a few seconds, then squatted down abruptly, picked up the dinner plate on the ground, and turned to the helpless old Alfred.

"You idiot! What did you do to my master!" Ms. Vivienne, who ran away, forgot about the pasture trade and the relationship with the small and medium-sized families in Anpu City for a moment.Deep down in her heart, she is proud of being the first to dedicate her soul to Lord Demon (Fu Youguang: ...Hey, this is a big misunderstanding...), Vivian can force herself to take on the purchases that she is not good at, and can take on heavy burdens. To the job that can kill healthy adult men, you can keep smiling at people who hate you...but you must not accept that adults are insulted.

So the angry employees, the two barons who were so surprised that they were completely petrified, and the earl who had a sore face just watched the thin lady Vivienne hold the dinner plate and put the old Alph who was too fat to move. Reed was rolling all over the floor...

"Seeing that others are angry for me, I can't get annoyed anymore... Maybe this is the situation." Fu Youguang, whose face was splashed with leftovers, said, wiping the vegetable leaves on his face.

"Kill that pig, we don't even need to find excuses. As he himself said, insulting nobles is a felony." Seeger, who was also very uncomfortable with the oil on his head, strongly encouraged him.

The secretary stood by the side as if watching a good show for a long time before she pretended to step forward to hold Vivienne; Baron Roger, who was stunned, only now remembered that the old nobleman who was beaten on the ground was his in-law.He carefully avoided Vivienne, and reached out to help old Alfred, but just as he stretched out his hand, he froze in mid-air.

Old Alfred, whose pain tolerance is estimated to be not much better than Sig, is almost insane. What happened to this crazy woman, how dare she treat a viscount like this, is she dying?The stunned old nobleman dared to open his eyes after Vivienne stopped for a while, and then saw the crazy woman apologizing to the brash young man, and said in a crying voice: " I'm sorry, my lord... for inviting such a disrespectful bastard to the farm..."

Earl, Jue, Da, Ren?

The three nobles looked at the drenched young man.

This, yes, my lord? !

Old Alfred forgot to cry out for a moment; the two barons shuddered and retreated abruptly, at least five meters away from the old Viscount on the ground.

"It's not your fault, ma'am." Fu Youguang shook off the leaves from his head and comforted Ms. Vivian; He nodded and said, "Since your family is the family of the workers of the Rennes engineering team, I forgive you for being disrespectful to Ms. Vivienne. We welcome all business partners who come with friendship, but we don't welcome those who show off their privileges." .”

Old Alfred lost his ability to speak, and his eyes, which had been squinted all year round, opened as if he had seen a ghost; his life was based on class privileges, precisely because he was a nobleman and held the noble title of viscount, women Only then can he fall in love with him, and the wealth of his father's generation can not be coveted by others, so that he can live a rich and superior life; if he doesn't show off his privileges, what is left in his life?

Fu Youguang didn't realize that his behavior made people wake up to class consciousness again. He turned his head and looked at the dining table covered with tablecloths. He was most opposed to wasting food and said seriously to the two barons: "Gentlemen, maybe the food is not suitable for you taste, but please don't waste it."

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Seager: I didn't expect you to do amazing things unintentionally... Look at that woman's enthusiasm, she will do anything for you.

Fu Youguang raised his forehead: ...Stop talking...What did I do wrong...