The days of eating soft rice in London

Grant is the host of today's auction, and he specially dressed up for it, but he didn't expect that his always rigorous boss would suddenly behave differently, and he didn't show that he cared much about this detail.

But isn't the first step to becoming a British gentleman is to keep clothes decent when attending special occasions?

Grant has always judged himself by Louis's manner, speech and dress.He glanced at the gentleman's neckline again, and sighed silently in his heart, it was too eye-catching.

Many aristocrats and celebrities were already seated at the venue. Grant followed the boss to see the exhibits and auction items of the auction—these were all the achievements of the Queen's fleet to South Asia, and they gained a lot. After selecting a batch of favorite treasures, they will be auctioned by the commercial auction house entrusted by the royal family to Louis.

It is an honor to be associated with the royal family.Not only that, after the warships of the British and French fleets were driven by a mixture of sails and steam, the Turkish army defeated the Russian attack at Sitat, which had already defeated an important wing of the Russian army, and the subsequent land war went smoothly.

Louis, who was the first to seize the opportunity of the war, also gained considerable wealth from it.Some insiders came to congratulate Louis one after another, including Lady Carmel.

She is the most famous widow in Britain, and her husband was also in the shipping business before, but it was heard that her husband was hijacked by pirates near the North African waters five years ago, and has never been seen since then.

These celebrities and the upper-class gentlemen and ladies began to appreciate the exhibits with Louis. Although they noticed the crumpled shirt collars of the men, the gap in good cultivation and financial resources did not drive them to ask their own questions.

"Mr. Louis, a new round of conscription has begun. Do you have any new ideas on the future expansion of military supplies?"

"I have no right to ask about the affairs there, Your Excellency." Louis replied with a very serious tone: "This is a matter decided by the parliament, I am only providing supplies for the British Empire, please pay attention to your wording, it is easy to cause misunderstandings. "

"Okay... I'm very sorry." The man who asked the question suddenly realized that it was indeed inappropriate for him to ask such a question in public, and hurriedly apologized to Louis.

"Everyone just wants to hear about your future plans. After all, you were the first to take the top spot." A female voice sounded inappropriately, and she continued with a questioning tone: "You will not refuse to give our business colleagues some opportunities. Right? It’s not easy to do it alone.”

"Take the lead?" Sauron asked back, as if he heard some joke: "Then you have to see if you have this vision, Mrs. Carmel."

"You don't invest yourself, but now you force others to give you a piece of cake? Where did you get the face?"

Mrs. Carmel didn't even look at Sauron, she said to Louis: "So, Mr. Morris really has the idea of ​​taking it all by himself?"

Her voice immediately became sour and mean: "But if you want to eat it alone, you have to see if you have the appetite first."

"Of course not," Louis replied.

Making such a request in front of a group of colleagues is nothing more than imperceptibly encouraging everyone to stand in a team and jointly request to share the delicious cake in his hand.How could Louis refuse such obvious and targeted persecution?

"You..." Mrs. Carmel didn't expect the other party to back down so quickly.

"Grant." Louis glanced at Grant behind him, and the other party immediately understood.

The little assistant glanced at the wolf-like eyes around him, and put a signature smile on his face: "Turkey's temporary victory has indeed benefited us, but we can't guarantee that the next situation will be so smooth, let alone cannot afford to take the risk.”

He cleared his throat, and continued: "Mr. Louis made a plan long before the meeting, and asked us to propose it at the last part of the auction, and welcome everyone to invest. This is not something that needs to be confronted face-to-face and lead to such an embarrassing situation." It's a big deal, but now you..."

"But you are too anxious about eating now." Sauron accepted the words and smiled at her.

Mrs. Carmel didn't expect them to be so generous. She didn't pay attention to this guy at first. It wasn't until this rude boy confronted her rudely in her own salon that the countess was surprised. It was discovered that this man, who had inherited his father's mess, had long been secretly accumulating reforms, and even came to London already wealthy.God knows what shameful deeds he did not long after his father died!

When she said that, she wanted everyone to work together to deal with this newcomer in the industry, so it seemed like a failure.She glanced at the man, then angrily left the not-for-sale exhibition hall.

"You call her Mrs. Carmel? The one you said, the one who hit Oscar?" Grant approached and asked Sauron in a low voice.

"It's her."

The auction will finally officially start.Everyone returned to the venue and took their seats. After selling some irrelevant local cultural collections, the truly important items were displayed on the stage.

The first display is a crown of a South Asian queen. The whole crown is made of gold. Because the gold is soft, it is inlaid with various amber diamonds to fix it.

Grant raised the auction hammer and announced: "The auction item is the Crown of Deepika, starting at £[-]."

"Fifty-five hundred pounds." Mrs. Carmel was the first to raise the bidding card.

"Six thousand." A lady next to her also raised a sign.

"Six thousand pounds, is there a higher price?"

"Seven thousand." It was still Mrs. Carmel.

"Ten thousand." The voice of the man next to him sounded, and Sauron was taken aback. "What do you want this for?"

"Oscar doesn't have such a habit!"

"Twelve thousand." Mrs. Kamel continued to bid, as if she was looking for a place to vent the unhappiness she had received before.

"Fifteen thousand," Louis said.

The other party seemed to be fighting him: "Twenty thousand!"

"The price has already reached [-], is there a higher price?"

"Thirty thousand."

"Stop bidding," Sauron almost wanted to cover Louis' mouth: "It will damage your reputation in the circle."

"I know," Louis said.

As long as you wait until the last link, when it comes to investment, everyone will forget about this irrelevant matter.

"Mr. Lewis offered [-] pounds! Is there a higher bid?" Although Grant didn't understand what the boss was doing, he still worked on his post competently.

"Thirty thousand pounds a time!"

"Thirty thousand pounds twice..."

"Thirty-five thousand pounds!" Countess Carmel glanced at Louis angrily.

The latter nodded politely at her and stopped bidding.

"Thank you Ms. Carmel! This precious crown belongs to you!"

The crowd applauded her, and Mrs. Carmel smiled gracefully at everyone.She gritted her teeth, she must be mad with anger!The crown of a small South Asian country, worth [-] pounds? !Why did she have to compete for more money with a weird kid who was so rich?

*

No matter how much he wanted to see the Irish painter, the first thing Louis did when he got home was to take a shower in the bathroom.

When he came out of the bathroom, he saw that Oscar had already got out of bed.

The blond-haired young man was bare-chested, with one leg on the ground, and was seriously ironing a gentleman's shirt, with a shirt he had just taken off beside him.

"What are you doing?" Louis asked. "Why don't you take a break?"

Oscar didn't look up, and said in a muffled voice, "As you can see."

Louis shifted his gaze, and he lifted the white shirt next to him that had frayed out, "Is this yours?"

"its mine."

"Why didn't you tell me how bad your clothes are?"

"No, you're always so busy." Oscar said, seemingly not very interested, "I'm kidding you, I only have this one, and that one was scrapped on the wandering road when I came here."

Louis was silent for a while, then said, "I'm sorry."

"What can you be sorry for?" The young man stopped his hands, raised his head to look at him, and said calmly, "It's never you who should say sorry."

Louis could hear that he was in a bad mood, and asked patiently, "What are you messing with?"

"I'm very upset." Oscar looked straight into the gentleman's eyes: "You went out all day today, and it's late at night when you come back."

"Well..." Louis hugged him from behind, and gently kissed the back of the young man's neck: "There are very important things today, but fortunately it only ends in one day, and I have nothing to do in the next few days, I will stay Stay with you at home."

"Maybe it's time for me to say I'm sorry..." Oscar slowly held the other's hand around his abdomen: "Louis, I know this is an idiot, but I don't know what I'm being hypocritical about."

"But I don't want to stay alone in the house anymore, it will bring back some... bad memories, do you understand? Although I have to recuperate every time, I know..."

He let go of the gentleman's hand and turned around: "But I won't leave now like last time, and go against my heart again. Louis, do you understand what I mean?"

"Stop talking, and there is no need to iron anymore." Louis hugged Oscar, let him sit on his lap, and put the injured calf on his arm.

He threw the iron in Oscar's hand aside, and the poor iron hit the ground with a "boom" sound.

"I'll be in charge of crumpling them all in the future."

"No, I still have to say, Louis." Oscar looked at him with piercing eyes.His tone was fierce, but he seemed to be craving for something: "I can't express my feelings, but I just want you to understand... I'm like a fool, I told you all this, and I want you to understand, yes Isn't it too difficult for you?"

"You didn't embarrass me, I can understand, Oscar, I can understand." The corner of the gentleman's mouth has been raised a little, "I love you and understand you, there is no doubt about that."

"You love me, so why don't you come to see me first every time you come back?" Oscar struggled out of the gentleman's arms, and he asked aggrievedly: "I haven't seen you for a day, don't you think you will miss me?"

The gentleman was slightly stunned: "Are you quarreling with me because of this?"

"what happened?"

Louis suddenly laughed under his breath, which annoyed the young man.

"What's the matter? Isn't this the most sad thing? If you miss me, you should go straight upstairs to see me, instead of making me wait here nervously and shyly for a long time, and finally wait for you to wash Such a long bath."

The gentleman laughed even harder, and it took him a long time to answer him: "Because...how can I say it?" Louis kissed the top of his hair and put him back in his arms: "The cholera outside hasn't passed yet, I can't put it away." Those pathogens are brought back to you, and then you get sick again and need to recuperate...you have to stay in the house, do you still want to do this?"

Oscar fell silent, he was indeed making trouble for no reason, and he was also thinking in his heart, what kind of nerves did he have?

The two maintained this position, leaning against each other, absorbing each other's warmth until Oscar almost fell asleep.

The young man realized that he had almost fallen asleep, straightened his back suddenly, and realized that the gentleman seemed to have been watching his sleeping appearance, the little painter touched the back of his head in embarrassment, and asked in a low voice: "Then...you said you Understand me, what I just said...do you understand?"

"Understood," replied the gentleman with the utmost tenderness.

The young man looked at him blankly.

"It's nothing more than that sentence."

"What is it?"

"It's you who missed me, Oscar."

"You miss me." Louis was sure.

The young man felt that he was about to indulge in the tenderness in the eyes of the other party. It was like a calm sea with flocks of white birds staying on the shore, which only belonged to dusk, but it roared wildly like a hurricane, until it was about to blow him away. submerged.

How contradictory it is, but how harmonious it is.

The room stood still for only a moment.

"All right!"

The blond young man suddenly blushed and stood up, hopped two steps towards the door with one leg, and said as he left:

"Then what you say is what you say."

The author has something to say: Is there a queen in South Asia?This crown was made by the author _(:_」∠)_