My years as a menswear boss

After having money, Jiqiu immediately changed from a sloppy ghost to a refined one. The clothes on his body were all made of silk brought from the East.She reached into her pocket and shook it, making the sound of gold coins colliding.

Jiqiu was bouncing down the street, and Dantès went to Mr. Morel's firm to do some business. He gave the boy pocket money and asked her to buy whatever she wanted.

Dantès only transported part of the gold and silver mountains on the island to the shore by boat, and the rest was still sealed in the cave.

She admired Dantès' behavior of knowingly repaying kindness. If it were her, she would repay each other with a drop of water, but she had to add that if you offend me, you will pay it back a hundredfold.

Dantès paid off Morrel's debts in one lump sum, and put a sum of money at his door as a dowry for his daughter Julie, and finally gave him a brand new Pharaoh.

Jiqiu was stopped by a gypsy girl while walking, Jiqiu looked at the strangely dressed woman who was talking, and became vigilant.

The gypsy girl tightly grasped Jiqiu's wrist, "...you are the most peculiar person I have ever seen...you have a mole on both earlobes."

Jiqiu frowned, and touched her earlobe, "This magic stick can't be real, can it?" '

"Don't worry, you will still leave your name in the history books in your life. You are the son of the earl and the greatest artist of this era." The gypsy girl reached out and stroked Jiqiu's cheek obsessively.

Jiqiu felt that her skin was getting goosebumps, she shook off the woman vigorously, and quickly left this place of right and wrong.

From the moment she heard about the earl's son, she felt that women were completely nonsense. In her life, her father was a true fisherman, and her adoptive father was a fugitive sailor. How could she be the earl's son.

"Hey, Simon, why are you here?"

Dantès looked at Jiqiu who was sneaking behind the pillar, and reached out to pat her on the head.

"Hiss! You scared me!" Ji Qiu clapped his hands away dissatisfied.

Dantès was amused by the appearance of his cub blowing his hair, stretched out his hands to pinch Jiqiu's cheeks and pulled them on both sides, "You haven't answered my question yet."

"A crazy woman said some crazy things just now." Jiqiu wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled helplessly, "She said that I would become the earl's son."

Dantès smiled inexplicably, his face was pleasant, and he winked at Jiqiu.

The smile on Jiqiu's face disappeared, "I will be the earl's son?"

Dantès brought Jiqiu to the base of a solemn old castle, he waved his hand, "This is the house under our name."

"You bought a title? Became an earl?" Jiqiu looked at the servants who were moving in and out all the way. She was fascinated by the big money. Her money in her previous life was spent on coupons, which is not like now. This is moving gold coins in and out.

"Yes, my dear Simon. Your father will be the Count of Monte Cristo."

Dantès brushed the kitten's fur in his hands. He watched with satisfaction as he bought a deserted island named Monte Cristo from the Duke of Tuscany in Italy, and at the same time inherited the title of the island.

"The Count of Monte Cristo?" Jiqiu looked weird, and then she realized that she had come to another novel, and this novel was still a well-known masterpiece in her previous life - "The Count of Monte Cristo".

It's a pity that like the book "Pride and Prejudice", she read it hastily and only remembered the general plot.

But she clearly remembered that Dantès succeeded in revenge in the end, even without her.Jiqiu decided to be a little trash with peace of mind.

This castle is similar to the Hyde Manor where she lived in her previous life, and Jiqiu doesn't feel much living there.

However, she looked down at the shiny silver plate, and her eyes flashed again.The corridors are decorated with antiques and oil paintings from various countries, and the curtains are made of silk and satin. A big bed can sleep ten of them.The cat nest including Xiaojuzi is also embroidered with gold thread.

'So extravagant. Jiqiu lay on the soft big bed, looked at the expensive murals on the ceiling, and let out a comfortable sigh.

Dantès had no intention of spending his whole life relying on the treasures in the cave. He first used the knowledge of economics taught to him by Priest Faria to set aside part of his money to buy things that would not depreciate.

First of all, villas, palaces, and works of art in auction houses all over the world are used to increase in value.

Of course, he hasn't forgotten to spend money to hire several tutors for Jiqiu to teach her languages, mathematics, physics, music, and painting respectively.

Jiqiu doesn't want to experience the days of Eton again, especially since she still has dyslexia, and no one can understand the words she writes.

The governess with a bushy beard looked at the bright-looking boy in disbelief, and finally he said to the dark-faced Dantès that his cub might have mental problems.

Dantès waved his hand and made people throw out his well-paid tutor. He knew very well whether his child was a fool or a smart person. How could a child who can support himself on a cargo ship and even raise a cat be a fool.

"...I'm sorry, I let you down." Jiqiu tugged at the corner of Dantès's clothes, raised his head, stared at him with wet eyes, as pitiful as he could be.

Dantès' heart melted when he saw the young man's small appearance. He hugged Jiqiu to his lap, and patted the child's back lightly, "It's okay, Simon. Let's take it a little bit, even if we can't learn It doesn't matter, at worst, I will support you for the rest of my life."

Jiqiu put her head on his shoulder meekly, her calf swayed, "Finally, I don't need to learn it again~"

At night, after Jiqiu falls asleep, Dantès picks up the homework that the boy wrote during the day and looks through it. He is also shocked by the ghostly symbols on the paper.

But the man didn't draw conclusions prematurely. He picked up a quill and slid on it, and soon discovered that these weird words were regular.

That is to say, the fonts his children see are completely different from the fonts they see. Dantès is ecstatic when he learns this, and he decides to teach Jiqiu to learn characters himself.

Early the next morning, Dantès announced the decision at the dinner table.

Jiqiu looked confused and was pushed on the chair by Dantès, who taught him letter by letter.

She had no choice but to cheer up again, and quickly wrote down the actions of Dantès' men, holding the pen as if drawing a picture, and wrote out the letters.

Looking at the crooked letters on the paper, Dantès felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart. He really has the talent to be a teacher.

After Jiqiu learned to recognize characters, her learning progress improved by leaps and bounds. In her eyes, the knowledge was just revisited. In the eyes of others, the teenager learned all mathematics, physics and astronomy in just one month. There are also faint signs of going further.

Dantès watched the young man play on the luxurious grand piano with a satisfied expression. His young man's mental outlook finally took on a new look. He learned from Ji Qiu's etiquette teacher that the young man learned all kinds of etiquette once. It can be reproduced perfectly, and it is more expensive than the teacher. Now no one can connect the little prince on the piano bench with the dirty apprentice on the ship.

"Oh, Simon. I'm proud of you." Dantès stroked his palms twice, admiring Jiqiu's playing.

Jiqiu was already immune to Dantès' compliments, she felt that her guardian must be the most doting person in the world, when she was just learning etiquette, she could get him to pat her head encouragingly when she cut a steak.Not to mention that she seems to easily "learn" various languages ​​and knowledge.

"Is there anything you want?" Dantès stood up and stretched his hand through Jiqiu's armpit, and hugged her to the sofa beside him, "How about I buy you a sword, and learn some self-defense techniques."

"Okay, Dad." Jiqiu nodded with a stern face, making himself look more serious.

Before Dantès could find a suitable Western sword for Jiqiu, Jiqiu fell ill and developed a high fever.

Jiqiu struggled to open her eyelids. This was the root cause of Simon Roche's remaining disease. A person who was not full from snacks and fed rough food all of a sudden ate fish and meat, which caused the source of her illness.

The Frenchman in front of him was holding a small knife, and was about to cut Jiqiu's arm to bleed her, "Don't worry, Earl. You just need to bleed, and your son will be fine."

Jiqiu didn't know where the strength came from, and she held the French doctor's hand tightly, and she shouted at Dantès next to her, "I don't want bloodletting!"

She thought that apart from traditional Chinese medicine, there is another relatively developed medical technique, "I want an Arab doctor to treat my illness."

"Count, here." The doctor looked at Dantès who paid him a lot of money.

Looking at Jiqiu's determined expression, Dantès had no choice but to let the French back down. He put his big hand on Jiqiu's hot little face, "Okay, Simon. If you insist on inviting the Arabs, I promise you."

Jiqiu hummed a few words in a daze, and pressed her head, which was about to explode with a headache, into Dantès' cool palm, she couldn't think about anything now.

Dantès quickly asked the servants to find an Arab in a white robe, and stood up to make way for the doctor carrying the herbal box.

The Arab opened Jiqiu's eyelids and looked, and he checked the young man's tongue, "Fortunately, it's not too late. You only need to take three doses of herbs to recover. I happen to bring all the herbs that the little lord needs." coming."

Dantès immediately ordered the herbs to be boiled and brought over. He looked at the brown liquid with a strange smell in front of him.

Although he hesitated in his heart, he still helped Jiqiu up, opened her mouth and poured it in little by little.

Jiqiu felt a bitter juice flow into his throat, and he retched physiologically, coughing non-stop, coughing up tears.

"The medicine is a bit bitter, you can feed him some sugar." The Arab doctor calmed down Dantès who was in a hurry.

Dantès immediately picked up a piece of candied fruit and stuffed it into the boy's mouth, and gently patted her back with his other hand to make her feel better.

Jiqiu's reaction of wanting to vomit was finally overwhelmed by a trace of sweetness, and she fell into a drowsy sleep.