The days of eating soft rice in London

In the first sleep in [-], Simon slept very soundly, but then he was dragged here by his superiors in a daze.

"I have to work on the first day of the new year." This is how the boss explained to him.

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Simon looked at the interior of Baron Morris's mansion at this time, and thought secretly: "It's not very grand inside."

In a truly noble family, even the servants are beautiful, but the maids here...

He glanced at the chest of the tea maid beside him.

Well, there is still a lot of room for improvement...

There was also the second young lady who had just hurried out, wearing a white lace silk skirt.In such a cold winter, it was really worrying that she would freeze to death outside.

Simon took a sip of black tea at a suitable temperature, and the fragrant Lipton brand tea made him sober even after drinking overnight.

He put down the delicate gold-rimmed porcelain cup and asked Roy, "Is it because you want to interview the gentleman from yesterday? I heard you guys discussing the newspaper."

"Yes." Roy handed him a notebook and a pen, and skillfully listed out the work outline: "Thanks to you, I was able to interview Morris' only son smoothly because I bumped into your friend yesterday."

Added another sentence: "And promised us an exclusive report."

Simon frowned and asked him, "Then why didn't you call Leon? He is a professional, and I'm just an editor. Besides, what's so rare about interviewing this rich man exclusively?"

"Are you a pig? The golden bachelor has always been the hottest choice in the circle of noble ladies in London." Roy raised his eyebrows at him, as if to say, doesn't your salary depend entirely on this page? ?

Thinking of the prowess and finesse of the London ladies, Simon hastily grinned and praised his superior for his foresight.

Louis, who agreed to be interviewed, came to the living room on time.

Roy adjusted the armbands of his suit, pulled Simon up and greeted him: "Hello, Mr. Louis."

"Hello."

"I'm Roy from the newspaper, and this is Simon the editor." Simon noticed that the dangerous gentleman raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

"Sit down, please," Louis said.

His voice is extremely magnetic.

Simon also sat down, staring straight at the man in front of him. No matter how he thought, he still couldn't get Oscar involved with him.

"Thank you for accepting our interview in your busy schedule. I will just ask you a few simple questions."

Louis nodded.

"I heard that because of your mother, your relationship with your father is not very good, is it?"

"Nothing."

Roy was the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, and he was already a veteran. When he saw that the other party's aura suddenly became gloomy, he didn't ask any further questions.

"What do you think of the legendary father?"

"He is a very good businessman." But not a very good father, Roy shrugged.

Still an extremely simple answer, Roy decided to ask the question in a different direction before the gentleman lost his temper: "Do you have any goals and views on the domestic and overseas industries after inheritance?"

"Of course the previous manager did a good job, just." Lewis paused, and Simon began to pay full attention to the content that followed.

"During years of operation, we have gradually exposed a fatal flaw. Most of the low-quality products are high-value-added products. Although external service providers have expanded overseas, very few of them have really taken root and are influential. The growth rate of businessmen is too slow, in short, our future development is very worrying.”

As if he didn't expect Louis to tell his business plan so honestly, Roy flattered him: "It seems that Mr. Louis has a calm eye, a thorough analysis, and a naturally shrewd businessman's mind."

"Thank you for the compliment, and please understand that I can't reveal too much."

Simon sketched, looking at it this way, as Oscar said, he is indeed a gentleman with a sexy mind.

Roy then asked: "Recently, wars in the Far East are inevitable on a new scale, and with the current influence of the United Kingdom, it is absolutely impossible to escape from this war. How will your industry deal with the increasingly tense situation? "

"I disagree with you," said the man.

Simon held the pen and looked at him, as if the other party was about to say something earth-shattering in the next second.He has a keen hunch that the following content will become their huge selling point.

The man looked directly at Roy with deep eyes, and they heard him say:

"war--"

"It's obviously a better opportunity."

Simon had goose bumps all over his body instantly, not because he was afraid of him, but because it made people feel the gap between him and him.The man was obviously sitting on the sofa opposite, but he felt that under this indifferent appearance, the obvious ambition had already covered the whole of Europe.

Roy quickly memorized this sentence. "Let's ask some personal questions next," he says with a slightly teasing grin.

"I heard that you are not married? Then do you pay attention to the woman's origin in terms of criteria for choosing a spouse?"

Louis frowned.

Simon sat aside and raised an eyebrow contemptuously, which was really bald.But I have to admit, yes, this is the gossip and lace page of their London Pictorial News Agency, which is popular all over London, and it is also the main source of his livelihood.

"I've never thought about it," was all Louis could answer.

After all, I only like men.

"Recently, I heard that you were in the limelight at Mrs. Carmel's salon. Is that true? Can you describe the situation at that time in detail?"

"It's nothing, I just can't bear her mocking an unknown painter." Simon immediately realized that the unknown painter was referring to Oscar.

Roy asked some unique questions, such as blind dates, which caused the corners of Simon's mouth to twitch.

Mr. Lewis answered politely one by one, either "I don't like it" or "I haven't thought about it."

"Okay, let's call it a day." Roy got up and shook hands with Louis.

"Thank you again for accepting our interview during your busy schedule."

"You're welcome, thank Oscar if you want." Simon gave him a strange look. This man seemed to be very interested in Oscar.

Roy took out two theater tickets from his coat pocket, "This is a ticket issued by the Minister of Cultural Management to the newspaper office. It's a small gift. I'll take it as a thank you. Please don't mind how shabby it is."

Simon watched him pull out the ticket like a juggler, and almost jumped up on the spot.The woman painted on the ticket, the idol he followed to the death——

Mrs Campbell!

This is very expensive, and Simon watched the ticket in Roy's hand being taken by the man, feeling disheartened.

"Are your friends going?" Simon heard the man ask himself.

"You mean...Oscar?" He didn't think this man would speak to a small editor for no reason. "Probably not."

Oscar didn't have that leisurely mind.

After Roy and Simon left the gate of the mansion, they walked towards the newspaper office.

"Well, have you heard? Recently, Mrs. Campbell seems to be playing the role of the peerless beauty Hamilton." Roy deliberately stimulated him, made a thinking posture, and stroked the brown curly beard on his chin. "Let me see, it seems to be tonight."

!!!

"Want to see it?"

Simon nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Roy looked at him, smiled softly, and took out the other two tickets from his overalls pocket.

"Oh my god! Is this still my boss! This is really great!" Simon suddenly beamed with joy, thumped Roy's shoulder hard, and walked towards the street with him while bouncing and jumping.

Louis, who had not yet returned to his room in the hall, looked at the two tickets in his hand. There was a beautiful lady and the head of Admiral Nelson printed on them... He folded the tickets and put them in his pocket, looked out the window, and remembered The blond young man.

He felt that there was a kind of magic power in the young man, a magic power that he couldn't resist, which invisibly attracted him to get closer.It sounds a little crazy, their communication is limited to just a walk, even the calm Louis doesn't understand where this rare enthusiasm comes from——

But the gentleman is not entangled, he has always been a proactive person.

Oscar sat in his usual place in the park, drank a sip of coarsely ground black coffee, and looked at the portrait of a woman he had just completed.Mr. Louis' golden chain watch was obediently placed in a small box by him, and he held it in his arms and treasured it carefully.

"Good morning, Oscar."

There was a screaming long-legged man standing in front of him, who else could it be if it wasn't Louis? "Hey, Louis, why are you here!" Oscar stood up from the bench.

"That's right." Louis sat on the bench and made a gentleman's gesture to him, signaling him to sit down. "I just got two theater tickets."

"Primarily about General Nelson."

Seeing the other person slowly change into a surprised expression, he then asked, "I remember that this seems to be the person you admire the most. Are you interested in going to see it?"

"Yes." Oscar looked very happy, his blue eyes clearly reflected Louis's face. "I also just finished painting your mother's portrait, are you satisfied?"

He raised the portrait in his hand, and Louis took it from his hand, and his cold fingers seemed to touch his fingertips unintentionally, making him shiver.

"Well, I'm very satisfied."

The author has something to say: Changed it again, Happy National Day everyone! ! ! (,,