hello mr darcy

This doubt, secretly exists in the heart.On the face, he looked as usual, and even walked in with the factory owner and Mr. White with a smile.

When I walked into the factory building, I realized the emptiness inside.

The vicissitudes are not only the mottled walls outside, but also the brick walls inside.Even, in the corner, there are still a few piles of broken ruins.

The factory owner smiled excitedly, revealing his big mouth missing two teeth, panting heavily: "This is really a great factory, isn't it?"

Darcy's eyes lowered slightly, and he glanced at Lydia beside him without any trace.

God knows, there is nothing outstanding about such a simple place.Logically speaking, it should not be of interest to anyone.

but……

Darcy, who had talked with Lydia, pursed her lips slightly: The layout and scale here are simply too suitable for the girl's heart.

The owner of the factory is probably a person with clear eyes. Just seeing the calm expressions of the two people, they already understood and smiled happily.He secretly glanced at Mr. White secretly, rubbed his hands together, and compared the banknotes.

"There is a small house at the back, which is well decorated and allows the managers to have a good rest." The factory owner smiled and pointed to the door behind, "Would you like to take a look?"

Darcy glanced at Lydia and nodded.

The factory owner took a step ahead, opened the door and prepared to lead the way.

Unexpectedly, a man who was extremely sloppy dressed rushed over abruptly.There are still two or three sheets of paper that are extremely dirty in his hand, and there are broken glasses on his eyes, looking very anxious.

"Oh, my God!" The factory owner sighed helplessly, "Jack, why are you here again!"

The man called Jack didn't care about the tone of the factory owner, he was all focused on the treasure in his hand: "Manufacturer, you must trust me this time! I have already designed it very simple, and it doesn't need much money to be able to It was built!"

As he said that, he hastily unfolded the paper in his hand, completely ignoring the few people following his factory owner, and pointed at it on his own.

"I just need to put a belt here, and then use the water flow outside us to turn the wheels here. Then..."

"No no no!" interrupted the factory owner. "I don't care about wheels and straps, Jack."

Jack shook his head again and again: "It only takes two hundred pounds, or less. You must believe me, you won't regret it!"

The factory owner's face darkened, and his voice became serious: "Listen, Jack! I don't want you to waste time on this. I don't spend money for your random writing and drawing!"

Lydia glanced over, her gaze fell on the paper in the young man's hand, and it shone slightly.

"Jack, if you waste time like this again, I will fire you!" The factory owner looked very angry, pointing at Jack's forehead and shouted, "I will fire you! I'm not joking."

"But..." Jack held the paper in his hand and wanted to fight for it again.

The factory owner seemed to be in a hurry, snatched the paper from his hand, and tore it in two: "Listen, Jack! If you can't finish the work you didn't do a few days ago today, I will pay you for this month's money." Take it all away."

"No! There is a younger brother in my family who is relying on my salary!" Jack was pinched in an instant, and lowered his head, "Please be merciful!"

The factory owner waved his hand: "Tonight, we must complete the work!"

Lydia looked at Jack's sad back, but her heart moved.

The factory owner turned around and seemed to have changed his face. He smiled kindly and said, "Go this way."

As he said that, he took two steps first and came to the door of the house where he usually rested. He took out a bunch of keys from his well-sealed trouser pocket, and opened the door with three turns.

"Come in!" He moved away from his slightly fat body, "Take a look."

If you want to know how a person is, you have to look at his daily behavior.The same is true for a factory, the details are always the same truth.

Walking into the house that belonged exclusively to the factory owner, Lydia finally understood why he still looked so fat despite clearly owed a lot of money.

"Here, the decoration is very nice!" Mr. White praised without hesitation.

Obviously, this made the factory owner feel very radiant: "Is it? It was just made casually! Sit, all sit!"

He sat down on the leather chair, and his whole body sank in, making the chair creak.

"I'm so sorry, you all had to see that scene before." He apologized very much on his face, "Jack, he is always in a mess in his mind."

He pointed to his temple: "I think, he may have some problems here!"

Lydia's eyes narrowed slightly.

The factory owner immediately reacted and quickly changed his words: "However, he is very cheap. Moreover, when he works with peace of mind, he moves quickly."

"Very good workers." He nodded again and again, "Everyone here is very good workers."

Lydia pursed her lips and smiled, but said nothing.

Mr. White looked at the two of them, and proposed to the factory owner who was still enjoying himself in the chair: "Or, would you like to take me outside for a walk, I always drink too much water."

The factory owner frowned and nodded again and again: "Of course, of course!"

"Let's go out for a while, Mr. Darcy." White nodded.

Darcy hummed without looking up.

The two walked out like this.Before going out, he closed the door very intimately.

After finally calming down, Darcy looked around at the beautifully decorated rooms and asked Lydia, "What do you think?"

Lydia's stern face suddenly relaxed, she smiled at Darcy and raised her eyebrows slightly: "I thought you would guess it?"

"Of course." Darcy smiled brightly, "I think you must be moved?"

Lydia supported her head and pursed her lips.

"The location here is good, but the scale is small." Darcy is still analyzing, "You always have to plan."

Lydia looked up at him, seeing Darcy's concerned eyes, her heart moved: "The scale is small for now."

After adding the word "temporary", Darcy naturally understood it all at once.

People like them naturally don't value the immediate benefits of the old factory.To be honest, it's just this forest and that river.

There are also a few acres of unused barren land behind, and even counting the dirty land behind the house, it is a place that can be developed.

"Maybe, you really picked up the treasure." Darcy joked in a good mood.

Lydia's fingertips slid across the leather gently, making Darcy's heart feel hot for a moment.He hurriedly raised his head, but suddenly bumped into the girl's cheerful smile.His heart fluttered even more, and his mouth became dry.

"Yeah..." Lydia said with a smile, "It really made me find a treasure."

Darcy didn't speak, but swallowed, secretly calming down.

When Lydia raised his head suspiciously, he finally suppressed his heat and calmed his breath: "Of course."

The two didn't wait long when there were footsteps outside the door.

"Oh, my God!" Mr. White walked in with a smile on his face, "The scenery behind here is really wonderful. Mr. Darcy, you must take a look too."

The factory owner waved his hand, with a humble look of disapproval: "It's nothing."

Lydia and Darcy looked at each other with a smile, and they had an idea with a tacit understanding, and they each made their own ideas.

Once a decision is made, negotiations begin from that moment on.

If you waited until it was on the negotiating table before you started to pay attention, I'm afraid you would have been beaten a few more times.

"I think this place is too small, Mr. Darcy." Lydia was the first to speak, fanning her embroidered fan, acting like a ignorant lady, extremely delicate.

Darcy nodded: "It's really small, but it's still passable."

The factory owner's eyes flashed: "Yes, yes! Moreover, because of the factory here, I only need five thousand pounds, and I can sell it to you."

Lydia screamed, all in disbelief: "My God, five thousand pounds! Mr. Darcy, it's unbelievable! Five thousand pounds was spent on such a dreadful place!"

Darcy frowned slightly.

The factory owner's eyes flickered, and his plump lips moved again: "Not much, there are more than 20 acres of land behind, and that river."

Before Darcy could speak, Lydia rolled her eyes: "That river is so boring, I don't even have the interest to go boating occasionally, it's pitifully small, and the water isn't clean."

This made the factory owner secretly agree.The river is really ugly, and it flows fast.It didn't work at all.

Of course, if he was allowed to live for a few more decades and learned of the era when even steam can provide power, he might instead regard that "difficult to observe" river as his most beloved treasure.

Darcy didn't speak, but nodded slowly.

Mr. White's face became slightly stiff, and his hands were clenched tightly.

"Actually, if Mr. Darcy really wants it, four thousand pounds is not out of the question." The factory owner lowered the price with a look of pain.

Buying a factory is not like a girl buying a silk scarf on weekdays, where you can easily bargain.It takes a lot of thinking to get a 5.00% to [-]% profit exchange on the negotiating table.

Lydia narrowed her eyes and raised the corners of her lips slightly when she heard the sound of the factory owner lowering the price.

If the people behind the factory owner knew that his subordinates were so foolishly showing off their feet, they would be so angry that they would be speechless.

So you want to sell it to me?Lydia tilted her head.

She stood up with a smile and interrupted the factory owner: "Oh no. I want to buy it, and I bought it for fun."

The factory owner paused for a moment before his eyes widened suddenly, looking extremely surprised.

Lydia: There is really nothing to say about such acting skills.I can only cooperate with your performance!

She smiled sweetly: "If you say, this factory can't be used to show off, and you can't watch it for yourself. I might as well go and see other ones."

With that said, she turned around and was about to go out.

Since the other party was determined to sell it to him, of course he had to kill him mercilessly.

Sure enough, the next moment, there was a voice from behind.

"Wait!" The factory owner said hastily, "Three thousand pounds, no less."

The author has something to say: Little Theater

The person behind: ... this subordinate is so stupid, what can I say?

Lydia: You can choose to be killed by me, be killed by me or... be killed by me.

Woohoo, the doctor said that Pudding can't look at the screen for a long time now.

The daily coding time must be reduced.

However, Pudding covered his head and cried: There must be three thousand daily changes.

If the pudding is coded faster one day, it will be updated on the same day!

So, starting tomorrow, the pudding will be changed every day~

I hope the little angels can understand~~~

Mum, love your puddings.