He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

John wore a dark tuxedo butler's coat, a snow-white shirt and gloves. Despite the marks on his face, his demeanor was still calm, even a little more elegant.But this morning was not destined to be very peaceful. When he delivered breakfast to Duke Edward with a silver tray in his hand, he saw Duke Edward, who was usually still immersed in sleep, sitting at the long table in the hall, squinting his eyes and enjoying a cup of hot milk.

"Good morning, John." He Xichen nodded, showing a noble and reserved smile.

John cleared his astonished expression in an instant, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Good morning, Duke."

The Gray family is a long-established nobleman, owning many land and manors, and they can get soft fingers every year by collecting rent. Coupled with other business operations, their lives are quite nourishing.

When He Xichen woke up from the luxurious and soft big bed and sat up abruptly, he could clearly hear the dissatisfied rattling sound from his lower back.

Thinking of all the absurd things that flashed through his mind when accepting the memory, He Xichen just wanted to poke his eyes.After all, he is an old man in his 60s. He lives a life of corruption and indulgence every day, so it's no wonder his body can bear it.

He Xichen spread out the newspaper while reading and eating an exquisite breakfast. After he finished the last bite of the sandwich, he heard John say respectfully: "Duke, today's schedule..."

"Stop!" He Xichen paused, "From now on, refuse all invitations to banquets, parties, and racetracks."

John was puzzled, but he said "yes" obediently. He looked at the hale and hearty Duke, and the corner of He Xichen's mouth twitched: "Oh, I just think it's not good to waste time, there are more meaningful things waiting I'll do, say," he folded the newspaper, his silver-gray eyes shining with wisdom, "doubling Gray's estate."

Hell wise.John felt that his eyes might be blind. Although it was against the rules for a housekeeper to speak ill of his master, he had served Edward for decades and knew that the duke was a dissolute and passionate man who devoted himself to rolling from this woman's bed to Another woman's bed.

Expand the family business?Oh god, the last time he said that was when he was 30 years old and ended up falling apart.

John's head ached again, and he could imagine himself making a gentlemanly groan as he received the barrage of bills.

"Okay John, show me the financial statements for this quarter now. By the way, help me contact a personal trainer by the way, I feel like my bones are already rusted." He Xichen gave the order in an orderly manner.

***

Edward has no heirs, and his wife died a few years ago. He is alone. In the huge castle, there are only a butler, a few servants, and lovers who are not the same every day.After He Xichen came, those Yingying Yanyans and the once-a-month ball disappeared.

Get up in the morning to jog, process documents, take a short nap, hold meetings, and the lights in the room stay on until late at night.He Xichen quickly figured out the market and controlled the economic power in a mechanically efficient model, and then carried out drastic reforms, cutting off all unimportant side details, leaving only the elite part of the backbone, and finally began to invest in the financial industry. Trade stretches out its claws.

He Xichen signed the last document and handed it to John who was standing by: "Tell Kate, prepare the acquisition plan as soon as possible and send it to my mailbox."

"Yes." John bowed respectfully. For three years, he had gotten used to the fright He Xichen brought him.In his opinion, Duke Edward seems to have regained the IQ and EQ lost in the previous half of his life. He acted vigorously and decisively, just like a different person.

"I remember that I have a castle in the countryside of Derk County," He Xichen thought for a while, "I'm going to vacation there in a week, so you should prepare first."

John recorded all the tasks and exited the room lightly.

He Xichen stretched his waist. After working so hard on his old bones for so long, he really needed to relax.The preparatory work in the early stage has been completed, and it is only a matter of course.

In April and May, Yorkshire was sunny, and the white rose fields in the manor were in full bloom. When He Xichen returned from fishing by the small river, he saw a group of high school students in dark green uniforms hesitating in front of the gate of his manor.

"Boys, girls, what do you want?" He Xichen stepped forward and asked. He held a fishing rod in one hand and a bucket in the other. There were two whitebait swimming in it. He looked like an ordinary handsome old man. gentleman.

Students, look at me, I look at you, the last tall boy with brown hair and green eyes stepped forward and asked politely: "Sir, hello, we are students from a nearby public high school, uh... I heard that this The owner of the manor came back and wanted to come over and ask if he could go in and take a look."

A red-haired girl with freckles behind him added: "We are from the Flower Research Department, and we always see white roses in the garden when we pass by every day, so..." Daisy bit her lips, and the Flower Research Department was blocked. People make fun of it as "a gathering place for a group of freaks". They are not popular in school, and this time it is because of the courage of many people that they dare to take the risk to come here.

"Oh, hahaha, I thought you were here to see me, an old man, but to see flowers. That's right, delicate flowers are always much cuter than a shriveled old man." He Xichen smiled gently , "Let's go, children, I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to visit the manor?"

"You, you are..." Arthur, the brown-haired and green-eyed boy, was surprised and delighted, and the flower research department behind him let out a cry of joy.

"That's right, I am." He Xichen winked at him like an old urchin.

John had already prepared bath water for He Xichen, and when he saw that he brought back a group of students, he came forward to entertain him.He Xichen went back to his room to tidy himself up, and when he went out, he saw John taking a group of students to visit the manor.

"How is it? Have you seen your favorite flower?" He Xichen walked up the spiral staircase step by step while holding on to the handrail. There were expensive oil paintings hanging on the wall.

"Yes, thank you very much." Arthur said gratefully.

One of the chubby boys asked the oil painting on the wall in front of them, "Is this you?"

He Xichen looked over - on the whitewashed wall, a young man was holding a riding whip, his silver-gray eyes looked distant and indifferent, he was wearing a red riding suit, and looked vigorous.

"Yes, you are right." He Xichen nodded.

But Arthur felt a little different, probably because the years endowed the old man with a restrained and deep charm, washing away the frivolity and arrogance of youth.

He Xichen finally sent the group of students out of the manor.

"Thank you, sir." Daisy looked at him shyly.

"No, you guys have made my afternoon full of fun." He Xichen spoke at a leisurely pace, giving people a sense of stability for no reason, "Children, maybe you are in a period of confusion right now, but boldly pursue Think what you think, after all, even me, a 70-year-old man, is still on the way, you are only 17 years old, and you have more time for you to explore."

They are a group of people who are not taken seriously. Although they are in their youth, they are restrained in speaking and dealing with things, and have a lot of worries. Even he can feel their uneasiness and timidity.

"It's getting late, let's go back, be careful on the way." He Xichen patted Arthur's shoulder in front, "By the way, maybe in a month, you will see my name appear in the newspaper."

The students just thought he was joking.

When people ignored this old man who worked hard in his twilight years and laughed at it, one month later, the name "Edward Gray" swept the entire financial circle, and major financial magazines published the stories of this miraculous man one after another. interview.

Daisy pointed to the old man sitting on the high-backed red chair in the magazine and screamed unbelievably—the silver hair was combed back meticulously, his hands were crossed, and his long legs were crossed. Not a little bit of gentleness and kindness when he relieved them.

This old man sits quietly behind the scenes, controlling changes in the market with an invisible hand.Only a small group of people at the top can fight against him, but the smaller the minority, the more arrogant they are. They don't take this "laughing stock among the nobles" seriously, and only treat him as a grasshopper for talking and laughing.

Regarding their disdain, He Xichen just shrugged his shoulders and snapped his fingers: "Very good, while they are negligent, it is a good time for us to attack aggressively. Remember, be cautious." His back was still straight, and he lifted his weight lightly. Give orders to the fanatical employees below.

Those five years were called "Edward's five years". No one could stop this ambitious dark horse. Everyone was sweating for the endless expansion. It was not until Christmas Eve that this force gradually became dormant. Come down and recuperate in the darkness.

John's gray hair became more gray, but he still stood loyally beside He Xichen: "Duke, according to your instructions, you have donated all your inheritance to the Red Cross. As for the company..."

"I've already chosen an heir at the company. Isn't Kate great? She's smart, capable, hardworking, and full of ambition. She's a good seed." He Xichen looked at Yu Hui outside the window and exhaled.

"Could you make me a cup of coffee, John?" He smiled. "I suddenly want to go to the dance, after drinking this cup of coffee."

"Yes." John exited the door, ground the coffee, prepared the tuxedo for the dance, contacted the driver, and knocked on the door with a silver tray after everything was ready.

No one answered.

John knocked politely again, and finally pushed open the door and walked in.

The old man sat quietly on the chair, the orange light of sunset shone on the silver hair, dazzling like gold.Those wise and keen silver-gray eyes were closed forever, and until the moment of death, that person still looked calm, as if he was used to it.