Skilled in managing a house

No matter where you buy a house, you need to sign a sales contract. Even if the Gill family's mansion is mortgaged to the casino, when it can be traded, it still needs to be signed in person.

Miss Allen had someone call Jill, and nearly an hour later, Jill came, accompanied by a lawyer.

Jill was forty years old and a tall white man. As soon as he saw him, his first impression on Zhang Yu was that this man was sick. Gil's face was very pale, with some dark circles under his eyes, and he had an unlucky look on his face, which made him look like a bad person at first glance.

In fact, if you think about it, a person who can lose his family's ancestral home will be a ghost if he survives.

Zhang Yu has no interest in this kind of gambler. Even if he is willing to help others, he will not get any attention. Naturally, Zhang Yu would not take the initiative to help a prodigal boy who was addicted to gambling.

Gill and his lawyer have read the contract agreement. The contract is in Mandarin and English and has been strictly translated so there will be no problems.

Next, Zhang Yu and Gill signed. As the party under custody and the auction house, they also need to sign for confirmation, and finally all four parties signed.

Zhang Yu also called Yang Ying. There is no problem with the allocation. Wudang Group is not short of money, but after all, this is the money allocated to Wudang Taoist Temple. There needs to be an explanation. Even if Xiao Jiejie has no problem, as a shareholder, This inevitably involves the interests of the Jiang family. In addition, since Wudang Group is still a listed company, there must also be an explanation.

Wudang Taoist Temple's current revenue is not low, but it has just started. Building Taoist temples overseas can be said to be business expansion.

The transfer of funds requires legal support, so Wudang Taoist Temple can only borrow money from Wudang Group and still need to pay it back. This debt was mortgaged with the house Zhang Yu bought here.

It will take several days to complete the procedures. Fortunately, Miss Allen is here to help. The casino is not in a hurry for the 80 million, and the 50 million given to Jill can even help pay.

I worked until three o'clock in the afternoon before everything was done.

Then, Miss Allen and Jill accompanied Zhang Yu and his party to the manor. The manor is only more than 40 minutes away from the auction house, which is definitely in the city center.

There are so few houses like this in London. No wonder Miss Allen dared to say that she would not have to worry about buying a home for 130 million yuan.

Generally speaking, as soon as you enter such a large house, you should feel relaxed and happy. But after Zhang Yu and his party entered, Zhang Yu didn't feel this way and felt a little depressed.

Where this feeling came from, he couldn't tell. On the other hand, Zhang Yinling, Zhang Qingfeng, Wang Jie and others were all amazed when they saw this large mansion.

"Wow! It's so big!" "A mansion in London." "Compared with the courtyard houses in the capital, which one is more expensive?" "Of course it's this place. Last time I heard, it's the most expensive in the capital. A set of courtyard houses was auctioned for 1.1 billion. Master bought this for 130 million pounds." "Don't say that, the pound has depreciated now."

The apprentices discussed everything, and Brighton, Kaka, Zhao Hua and others also followed.

They have all lived in England for a long time. Seeing this Haozhai compound, they can't help but feel dizzy.

"Oh my god, this manor in downtown London" "My uncle is too rich" "My uncle can actually afford such a house" "Oh my god."

Jill glanced at Miss Allen and said: "The property rights of the house have been transferred to him, and the blueprints and keys of the house are also in the hands of the casino. All the valuable things in the house have been won by your casino. Now. Even though the delivery was completed, I really wasn’t in the mood to show them around, so I left first.”

Miss Allen translated his words, and Zhang Yu could understand the other party's mood. Whoever lost like this wouldn't be in the mood to lead buyers to appreciate the ancestral property he exported.

Zhang Yu nodded, spread his hands and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as we have the drawings, we will take our time to visit."

With his words, Miss Allen said that Jill could leave. When this guy left, Miss Allen said again: "Zhang Yu, do you want to sign up with me first, or stay here to familiarize yourself with the environment before going tomorrow. "

"Go now, they will stay here first." Zhang Yu said with a smile.

Then, he stared at Zhang Qingfeng and told him to stay here with his people. From now on, this place will be changed to Wudang Taoist Temple, and this will be everyone's new home. If you need anything, you can buy it now.

Upon hearing this, the disciples were very happy. Even Zhang Yinling was very excited. She was anxious to visit Yingjili's manor and was not in the mood to sign up for the Royal Resort Manor with Zhang Yu.

Brompton Sanctuary.

In a small temple, the walls inside are inlaid with images of the Holy Lord.

In front of the statue is a long oval table, and in the middle is a golden chair. Sitting on this chair is a middle-aged man wearing a purple robe. The middle-aged man has a majestic face and a solemn expression. A kind of breathtaking momentum. In particular, there is a golden cross hanging on his neck.

Under the middle-aged man, eight people were sitting. Some of these eight people wore white robes and some wore black robes. The chairs behind them were all made of silver, and silver crosses hung around their necks.

The first person on the lower left hand of the middle-aged man, sitting in a black robe, is none other than Deacon Joseph.

Deacon Joseph can almost be regarded as the second-largest person in Brompton Church. From this, it can be seen that the person sitting in the middle is naturally the archbishop here - Wilmore.

"Rooney is dead, and even Bredvar from Rome is dead, Deacon Joseph. It was you who suggested that Bredvar go to Lesha Town that day, right?" Wilmore's eyes glanced at Deacon Joseph.

The news of the destruction of the Catholic Church in Lyssa has reached London. The death of Father Rooney was nothing in Wilmore's eyes. However, Bradvar came from Rome and made a special trip to attend the Eastern and Western Astrology and Feng Shui Exchange Conference. Now he died in Lesha Town. What did Wilmore do? Report to the Holy See.

In fact, Joseph discussed this matter with Wilmore, and Wilmore agreed, and also sought Bradvar's opinion.

Now listening to what Wilmore means, it is clear that he does not want to admit his fault.

Of course Joseph knew that this was a scapegoat. He quickly said: "Archbishop, although I proposed this matter, it was Lord Bredvar who took the initiative to ask for help. He obviously underestimated his opponent and lost his life. For this plan, I I think it is not about pursuing responsibility, but to avenge Mr. Bredvar as soon as possible, so as to give an explanation to the Holy See."

"The Holy See already knew about this and called me. The Holy See was very angry and ordered us to do two things. The first thing is to avenge Bredvar, and the second thing is to do this here Winning the Eastern and Western Astrology and Feng Shui Exchange Meeting. For these two tasks, you can take the initiative to sign up. Whoever takes the initiative to participate in the Eastern and Western Astrology and Feng Shui Exchange Meeting will avenge Bradvar." Wilmore did not seem to be embarrassed. Joseph's intention was careless, and his eyes swept over everyone on the table.

Eight people, including Joseph, lowered their heads unconsciously, and no one said a word.

Seeing everyone like this, Wilmore's voice turned cold, "What's wrong? No one is willing?"

A bishop in white robes immediately said: "Archbishop, Master Bredvar's strength is obviously higher than ours. Even he lost his life. I'm afraid we can't deal with that Eastern boy. Since the Holy See has strictly ordered to obtain We have no hope of winning the Eastern and Western Astrology and Feng Shui Exchange Conference. I heard people say that even the great Italian astrologer Pisano sent his disciples to attend. With just a few of us, we have almost no chance of winning. of."

"Yes." "Yes." "Archbishop, it's not that we don't want to share your worries. The main thing is that our cultivation is really limited." Several others, whether they were deacons or bishops, said cautiously.

"Ha" Wilmore chuckled, then turned his attention to Deacon Joseph, "Joseph, you can choose one of the two things, kill that oriental boy or participate in the Eastern and Western Astrology and Feng Shui Exchange Meeting. But. No matter which one you choose, you can only succeed and not fail."

"I" Deacon Joseph couldn't help but frown, but he also understood the current situation. The Holy See will obviously not send any more experts here. The reason is very simple. Those who are more powerful than Bredvar are all in high positions. For them to participate in this Eastern and Western astrology and Feng Shui exchange meeting, they will inevitably sacrifice their own worth. However, the Holy See was determined to win, so they simply used Bradvar's death here as an excuse to force the people of Brompton Church to solve everything.

Joseph knew he couldn't shirk it, so he nodded and said, "Then I choose to kill that Eastern boy."

"Okay, I wish you the best." As soon as Wilmore said this, he suddenly groaned, "Uh."

"Archbishop." "Archbishop." "What's wrong with you?" Everyone was shocked and quickly shouted with concern.

"I'm fine." Wilmore said with a smile on his face: "I just encountered a little problem while practicing a few days ago. Okay, let's break up the meeting. Joseph, kill that kid as soon as possible, but you have to remember Stay here, don’t make things big, and avoid unnecessary trouble.”

"Yes, Archbishop." Deacon Joseph immediately nodded in agreement.

Wilmore nodded with satisfaction, and then he wanted to raise his right hand habitually, but as soon as he raised it slightly, he switched to his left hand.

"Everyone, go down." Wilmore waved his hand.

Joseph and the other eight people all stood up, bowed to Wilmore, and then exited the room. The last one to go out closed the door, leaving only Wilmore sitting inside.

At this time, Moore gently rolled up the sleeve of his right arm, and saw a scar the size of a fist on his right arm. This scar, not to mention the bloody flesh, is covered in thick spots and looks disgusting. This is obviously a fester of the wound.

"Bastard. He's having another attack." Wilmore took off the golden cross from his neck with his left hand, and then placed the cross danglingly two centimeters away from the wound.

He spoke plausibly, and soon saw a golden light emitting from the cross wrapping the wound. The festered position finally returned to its original state after three minutes.

However, Wilmore's face became very pale.

"Why. Why. Why is my body suddenly like this?" Wilmore muttered through gritted teeth.

"Ring ring ring ring ring."

At this time, Wilmore's cell phone on the table rang.

He reached for the phone and answered it directly, "Hello!"

"Archbishop, there is a man named Cameron who wants to see you." A nun's voice rang on the phone.

"Can anyone see me?" Wilmore said displeased.

"Of course I am, but the other party claims to be your good friend." The nun said hurriedly: "Otherwise, I would not dare to disturb the archbishop."

"My good friend" Wilmore pondered, and then said: "What is his name?"

"He said his name was Cameron," the nun said.

"It seems that I have such a friend, but I haven't contacted him for a long time. Well, you ask him to wait for me in the reception room." Wilmore said lightly.

"Yes, Archbishop." The nun said and hung up the phone.

Wilmore put the phone in his arms and looked at the skin on his right arm. The skin was intact as before.

"Cameron, why are you coming to me? You can't just borrow money from me like that guy. These ignorant people are getting more and more annoying." Wilmore muttered unhappily.

Even so, he stood up from his chair and walked outside.

After leaving the temple, Wilmore went all the way downstairs, exited the building, and walked towards the building in front. This is a cathedral for worship. He did not go through the main entrance, but entered from the back and went up to the fourth floor.

When I came to the reception room, there was a guy in a down jacket sitting on the sofa. This man's face was full of anxiety. In addition, his face was a little pale and sickly.

Seeing Wilmore push the door open and come in, the middle-aged man immediately stood up and said, "Archbishop, you are finally here."

Wilmore nodded as a greeting. He closed the door, walked to sit opposite the man, and said coldly: "Cameron, what do you want from me?"

"Please Archbishop, please save me," Cameron said immediately with a sad face.

"What happened?" Wilmore said coldly again.

"I don't want to die, look," Cameron said, hurriedly reaching out to untie his down jacket and take it off.

At this moment, Wilmore suddenly smelled a stench that was almost nauseating.

Under Cameron's down jacket, there was only a black shirt, and he took off the shirt, revealing the skin underneath.

Seeing the look on his chest, someone like Wilmore almost vomited.

It turned out that there was almost no intact skin on Cameron's body, and it was bloody and full of pus. Even the unbuttoned shirt was covered in pus.

"You, what's wrong with you?" Wilmore asked with a frown.

"I don't know," Cameron said with a grimace: "Just half a month ago, my arm suddenly ulcerated, and it was useless to go to the hospital. The ulcer became faster and faster, and after half a month, it was almost rotten to the edge. My whole body. Archbishop, please save me. I believe that you alone can save me in this world. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die like Hendry and the others.”

After hearing this, Wilmore couldn't help but be startled. He subconsciously looked at his right arm, and then said in surprise: "You said Hendry died, when did you mean them, and who were they?" .”

"It's Hendry, Bick, and Murphy. They are all dead. I still have contact with them. I heard from their families that they were all archbishops who died because of sudden ulceration of their bodies and ineffective treatment. Please Please help me." When Cameron spoke this time, tears almost came down.