luck on thursday

Philip had a lot of dealings with Robin. Their social identities were similar, and their status was not too different. This directly caused the two sides to see each other without looking up, and they might be seated next to each other when they attended an event.

Of course, he has always known that the other party does things unscrupulously, such as the strikes of workers in the past few years, especially in places with huge traffic such as stations and airports.

Philip treated his workers very well, so he was not affected much, and some workers even comforted this gentleman during his inspection to make him feel at ease.

However, this is not the case in Robin's factory. The long hours of labor have crushed their bodies, but the corresponding social welfare has not fallen into their hands-they are pinched by the boss and claimed the year-end bonus.

The strike did not break Robin's usual way. Instead, the workers were forcibly detained by him with their personal credit records and contracts, and continued to work with high intensity.

Another thing to mention is that even though the laborers' association intervened later, it could only barely change the situation.

He also knew that Robin was at odds with him, and that the hatred of his parents had been watered down by time on Philip's side, but Robin's family was getting deeper and deeper.

It may be a problem of education... When every generation of parents tells their sons that they are our enemies, the consequences can be imagined until now.

However, he didn't realize at all that Robin secretly attacked his young master!

"Fortunately, Joe isn't here." Philip threw the pen and threw the signature pen far away, although his face didn't fluctuate much, "otherwise he would be so sad."

The young butler sat across from him, with his arms crossed, blocking most of his face.He slowly recalled the past, the time when the entire Fitz Manor was on the verge of collapse.

"We searched the entire Rosaburg, and even searched the traffic system and all the monitoring, but we couldn't find it—of course we couldn't find it. Someone took a step ahead, anticipated our actions, and then manipulated it... Yes no?"

Their eyes fell on Philip's leg together. It was originally a slight congenital deficiency, but it has since become a lifelong regret in this chaos.

"What do you think of the doctor I contacted a while ago?" Louis raised the topic abruptly, "Surprise Joe?"

Philip didn't nod or refuse, he pondered for a moment: "Let's settle this matter first."

"There will always be a place for him to leave traces, and when the evidence is collected..."

The gentlemen looked at each other, and they could see from each other's eyes the determination to ask Robin to leave a price.

As the weather turned hot day by day, Louis gave up his long camel hair coat, while Lin Qingyang squatted in the manor, wearing only a light long sleeve.

And the day of the self-selection exam was approaching day by day, and the atmosphere in the manor also became a little bit tense at the same time. Lin Qingyang began to settle all three meals in the room, just to hurry up and write more.

A tense look gradually appeared on everyone's face. Even the servant who was weeding downstairs gave up the slightly noisy weeding machine and chose to hold the weed killer.

Philip is probably the most nervous person in the whole manor, just like every parent whose child is about to take an exam, wishing to protect it carefully from beginning to end.

Especially as a patriarch with authority, he forbids everyone except Louis to make noise when passing by the door of Lin Qingyang's room, and then starts to worry about what to make up for the young master.

The gentleman rolled the wheelchair back and forth a few times by himself at the door of Lin Qingyang, and he almost rolled into a wheel, and touched his hairline sadly.

Louis came up from the spiral staircase with a tray, and he was not surprised to see Philip. He gestured to him with the tray in his hand: "I'll bring something to eat for the young master. He only ate a little at noon. I don't know if he has no appetite."

Philip was a little surprised: "No appetite? I see that Joe is in a good mood these two days, so he won't be able to eat until the meal."

Lin Qingyang really didn't feel like he couldn't eat, everything was Louis' hallucination, seeing that there were two more peas left on his plate than yesterday, and he was worried that the food in the kitchen was not delicious , or the old cooks are tired of the taste.

Philip was in the same mood as him. The young master rarely left his room and went downstairs to eat last night. Mr. Fitzgerald didn't pay attention to how much food was left on his plate, and pretended to look at Joe's plate as if nothing had happened.

Seeing that the plate was empty, he signaled Louis with his eyes to quickly feed his young master something.

Louis dutifully stood behind his young master, filling the plate as soon as it was empty.

In the end, of course, there was a large plate of food left, and the young master hiccupped and went upstairs, wondering if the manor was going bankrupt, and now it was his last supper; while the gentlemen downstairs sighed at the plate, selectively Ignored the premise that Lin Qingyang had already eaten a whole plate.

It was so hard, it was so hard for him.

Seeing Louis coming in with a tray, Lin Qingyang's first reaction was to rub his stomach, and then suddenly remembered that he had just eaten a plate of snacks called afternoon tea two hours ago.

At the moment when the door was about to close, Lin Qingyang caught sight of the flash of the armrest of the wheelchair passing through the gap, and called out, "Philip?"

Louis put the tray on the solid wood table, making a crisp sound.

"Philip said he still has things to do, so he won't come to see you." The butler implied that Philip was so anxious that his hairline receded. "He's been complaining about his thinning hair lately."

Lin Qingyang laughed while pinching her pen: "It's indeed a good problem that needs urgent attention. So does he have any solution?"

"...Ginger, maybe? But I suspect it's witchcraft from the East."

Louis took away the pen from Lin Qingyang's hand, and pointed to the tray full of food, as if the cook tried his best to fit more things on one tray, the originally delicate and lovely croissant was squeezed Into a strange rhombus shape, the black tea cup is half-slanted, and the delicately decorated salty minced meat snacks are topped with as many embellishments as possible.

The staple food is very novel. It is a hot dog bun that you will get used to on the other side of the ocean. It is stuffed with juicy sausage, topped with chopped onion, yellow mustard sauce, bonito flower and jalapeño. It looks very unauthentic. hot dog.

Lin Qingyang almost didn't laugh while holding the hot dog. He really didn't expect that someone could make the hot dog into such a ghostly appearance. With the restraint and elegance of the cook in Fitz Manor, he had to add very unsuitable elements.

The bread was toasted and crispy, Lin Qingyang chewed it twice, narrowed his eyes and said vaguely: "I'm a little unconfident."

Louis sat down beside him and looked at him tenderly: "Why don't you have confidence?"

Lin Qingyang's chewing speed slowed down, and her eyes glanced to the side, as if she was thinking about some important issue.After a while, he had to take a sip of tea, and his throat was dry from eating.

"Is this something easy to understand?" He said, staring at the green pepper on the top of the hot dog with some frustration, "My foundation is not very good, and I can't solve many difficult problems at all. I still need Louis to tell me to understand."

"I feel that there is still a long way to go before the required score, but there is really not much time left. I don't understand how I can get in."

Louis said easily: "It's not easy...two buildings?"

Lin Qingyang silently picked up a piece of snack and stuffed it into his mouth, accusing him with his eyes not to say some whimsical nonsense.

The housekeeper had no choice but to answer honestly: "My experience is really not enough for the young master, because after all, I didn't pass the optional exam."

"Then?" How did you get in?

"Guaranteed."

"……Thank you, sir."

"But even in my opinion, the young master's foundation is sufficient."

Louis spoke slowly, and ordered a small crumb of bread on the tray.

"The difficulty of the self-selected exam is not very great. Even the famous Imperial College of Technology has only improved a little bit from the original foundation. No change can be separated from the original scope. The young master has done so many papers, because I have also experienced it."

He stretched out his hand, glanced at Lin Qingyang's paper, and wrote a comment on the last big question he just finished.

Well done boy.

All right.

On the day of the optional exam, the sky was drizzling.

It seems that there will be a rain in the exams all over the world. Louis is holding an umbrella, and at the other end of the umbrella is his young master, who is nervously clutching his sleeve, chanting something in his mouth.

The magnificent school gate of Imperial College of Technology also looks a bit unsightly under the crowd, and it is very crowded. From time to time, students doing volunteer work will come out of it, and invite a group of people to go in and follow the prescribed route.

Lin Qingyang was still reviewing the points he recited in the middle of the night last night. After reciting for a long time, she suddenly came back to her senses and found that Louis' sleeves had been crumpled by him, so she withdrew her hands in embarrassment.

Louis lowered his body slightly, leaned close to his face, and asked, "Is the young master nervous?"

"cough."

It was Philip who was behind him clearing his throat, together with the old butler, the duo of gentlemen cast a death stare here.

Lin Qingyang turned his back to them, couldn't see them at all, and nodded honestly: "I'm a little nervous, but I think it's okay."

"Nervousness may be converted into motivation, no problem." Louis said relaxedly, "If you can't think of a topic, just think about the manor's money. It's a big deal, two buildings, you know."

Lin Qingyang was amused by him: "That won't work, my classmates will give me the nickname 'Mr. Two Buildings'."

"Anyway, take the exam well?"

Mr. Wilfred combed Lin Qingyang's black hair, when the bell rang, this batch of candidates began to go to the examination room led by volunteers, the crowd gradually poured into the campus like a tide, Lin Qingyang squeezed Fingertips, remembering the wish I made a long time ago.

He raised his face seriously and said, "Mr. Wilfred, I will give you a gift when I am admitted to Imperial College."

He was very serious when he spoke, and he could speak every word clearly, as if he could not make any mistakes when he was doing the most important topic.

Louis also stared at him seriously: "Okay, I'm waiting for the gift from the young master."

The umbrella he was holding was tilted slightly, and the sound of the continuous flowing water of the circular river in Imperial College could be faintly heard in his ears. All the noisy human voices turned into a blurred background sound at this moment. Louis's eyelids drooped slightly, covering most of the gray-green pupil of the eye.

He took the hand of his little prince, and put his lips on the back of the hand affectionately. When he raised his eyes, it was like a pearl oyster in the deep sea occasionally revealing its brilliance.

"Looking forward to your triumphant return."

He sighed softly.

……

……

"cough."

Philip coughed heavily, expressionless.

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-12-0821:19:04~2019-12-0919:36:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 2 yogurts;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Chunze Qiqizi; 5 bottles of Luo Mianzhi; 1 bottle of Wu Ling and Zhuang Moyu;

Thank you two mines of yogurt cherubs!Hug the little yogurt angel and take a sip and then slip away~

Thank you little angel Chunze Qiqizi, little angel Luo Mian, little angel Wu Ling and little angel Zhuang Moyu for their nutrient solution~ the little angels are all so obedient, pinch each of them—so soft!