Chapter 564: The power of gold

On blue skies and sunny days, the Mediterranean sea breeze sent warm and humid air to Milan, the capital of art and fashion a hundred years ago.
Today is another good weather.
At the manor on the outskirts of the city, walking in the bright, carpeted corridor, Viscount Barophy walked towards the drawing room, followed by his close deacons and guards.
Having straightened his spine and walked to the entrance of the meeting room, Viscount Barofi opened his mouth to confirm and ask:
"The two guests are there?"
The deacon with white gloves behind him walked up to him, held the doorknob, and whispered:
"Yes, Master Viscount."
Then slowly opened the door for him.
When you look at it, there are dark red curtains with gold rims and white yarn hanging down, and elegant bookshelves are placed in the corners. Inside are placed a row of books with bronzing covers.
The surrounding walls are hung with my favorite oil paintings, and every inch of the walls are filled with decorative patterns that will not appear simple blank. The bronze leather sofa has a stylish shape, and the edge of the coffee table is neatly placed with feather pens. And ink,
And in the living room at this moment, Viscount Barofi saw two figures sitting on his sofa, and the moment he saw them clearly, his brows raised slightly.
It is completely different from the two arrogant old gentlemen or a wealthy businessman couple that I think.
It was a young man and a young girl.
The girl wore a beautiful skirt that made people attracted by it at a glance. The black and white complicated design made the skirts of the noble ladies she had seen become a foil. The delicate appearance was sitting like a delicate doll. Beside that young man,
And that young man...
The face of the Far East...?
"Good morning, this gentleman, this young lady, it is a pleasure to meet you,"
Viscount Barofi introduced himself elegantly with a smile, and then adjusted his suit and looked at the two figures in front of him, or mainly the younger man who looked larger.
"I'm the owner of this manor, Viscount Barophe Filemi."
Then he paused for a while, but he didn't wait for the other party to introduce himself, he just saw...
The delicate girl seemed to be questioning and turned to look at the young man next to her. The two exchanged words in a language that she did not understand, and then the girl in a beautiful dress looked at herself and nodded to confirm, with a clear voice. Sounded:
"Hello there..."
Then she paused before remembering to add a title.
"Your Excellency, the Viscount."
that's it?
How about self-introduction, what about your names? What about your identity and purpose? Why did this little girl tell me?
This opening exchange, which was extremely inconsistent with the upper class, made Viscount Barofi frowned slightly, but soon he suddenly figured it out.
This young man from the Far East does not speak Italian.
That's why the girl was allowed to speak for him.
Thinking of this, he readily decided not to care about the other party’s rudeness and address. After all, he is a foreign friend from another country. It is not clear that the etiquette and language are normal.
What's more, the other party has already given him enough ‘meeting gifts’.
"Well, let's not pay attention to those small issues, this gentleman, this beautiful lady, I wonder if you have come to me today?"
Viscount Barofi put an elegant and proud smile on his face, without concealing the hotness in his eyes and said:
"Of course, if it is a business related to a gold mine, I would be very happy to talk to the two of you."
That's right, someone who can take out a piece of gold to find himself must have something to do with this aspect!
Barophy is quite sure of his guess, but he is wondering whether his contacts and wealth are enough if he participates in this gold mining business.
He is already considering whether to talk to Mrs. Visconti about this matter...
Madame Visconti is a lady of Milan who has inherited the title of count from her deceased husband. The two of them once had a ball...
Just thinking about this, Viscount Barofi saw that after hearing what he said, the young man with a very special temperament from the Far East smiled.
Then he took out a blank card and put it in front of him calmly.
Viscount Barofi glanced suspiciously, the young man on the opposite side looked at himself calmly and indifferently, and then he picked up the card. The white and black card was written with words that made his eyes stagnant.
As if there was an iron-like majestic and cold voice sounded peacefully in the ear!
"Sell me your manor"
Although there is no power that does not make people forget anything, but the words written on this card seem to have other power that makes Barofy breathe.
But he soon found it ridiculous, what's a joke?
This is the manor that he has been in business for many years, on the fringe of the bustling city of Milan, which is the envy of other nobles.
How could he sell it.
Frowning displeased, Viscount Barofi coldly watched him push the card back in front of the opponent, and said in an extremely cold tone:
"Sir, if you are here for such a ridiculous and rude request, don't blame me for asking you..."
Boom...
The words stopped abruptly with the percussion!
The movement stiffened and the moment his pupils contracted, he saw the young man calmly take out an item from the suitcase and put it beside him.
The thick and fascinating brilliant color seems to have the magic power that makes the world crazy about it. Barrophy swears to God that he has never seen such an item appear in such a pure size...
Another piece of gold!
His eyes widened unbelievably, Viscount Barofi looked at this piece of gold that was already the size of a palm compared to the stone-sized piece of gold before. He only felt that his brain was not enough to be impacted by such unimaginable communication!
Is this man a lunatic! ?
He carries so much gold with him! ?
Suddenly, he looked at the young man sitting across from him. He was wearing a black vest and suit jacket suitable for this season. He sat here calmly. He was facing a viscount without the slightest nervousness of a commoner. He is the confidence of the owner here!
Viscount Barofi sat up straight, looking at the whole piece of gold the size of a brick on the table, demonstrating the unwavering determination and confidence of the other party, feeling all his common sense and social negotiation skills They all became extremely weak and pale in front of this.
As for the guards behind him, they were all dumbfounded.
"Sir.... Who are you...?"
The bottom line and rationality were challenged in the roughest way. Viscount Barofi abruptly swallowed what he hadn’t finished. His graceful demeanor was a little unsustainable, and he looked at the opposite youth with caution. The difficult opening.
He cannot be cautious, facing a person who throws a whole piece of gold casually, he has to be cautious!
But the other party didn't answer his own smile, and then tapped the card again with his finger.
"Sell me your manor"
There is indeed power in the words that the white card is, which makes Barophy have to look there, from thinking that the other party is ridiculous, to starting to think about it when his heart is shaken.
"Sir...you have to know, although you are generous...but my manor is not just..."
Cang Dang.
This time it was a loud impact. In Barophy, I only felt that the dry throat was pinched by something. Looking at the other party as a debris, it was not a big deal and threw it directly on the table. I felt that the other party was too lazy to bargain and wasted time. At the moment when he was a little impatient, all he wanted to say was blocked in his heart.
Because this time it is a gold bar.
Viscount Barofi felt that his look at the moment must be very inelegant, but his thinking has begun to be barren and there is no time to think about it.
He stared at the gold on the table in front of him, and his mind began to fluctuate directly into a dry tongue, and he couldn't help thinking about selling the manor.
Although the conditions and location of this manor are very good, in the final analysis it is just a holiday place in Milan. Without it, you can also go to Florence...
And if you have this gold...you can buy more assets in Rome, and if you make good use of it, your reputation, status and right to speak will be improved, count...no, during the war, Marquis might even come true!
Even if my own manor includes all the collections, including the servants’ horses, it’s no more than a thousand lire gold coins...
In the face of wealth far surpassing the manor, Viscount Barofi finalized his idea in a very short time.
Now that I have decided to sell this manor, all I need to consider now is how to talk about more prices from the mysterious but wealthy young man in front of me!
Taking a deep breath, he felt that all his negotiating skills were useful again. Although his eyes were still attracted by the gold on the table from time to time, Viscount Barofi could finally raise his head and open his mouth with a polite smile. :
"Dear sir, I am amazed by your wealth, but please let me introduce my manor in detail."
In the next few minutes, Viscount Barofi did his best to describe how good the Viscount’s manor was. The intention of'I want a higher price' hidden in the euphemistic statement made him feel that My eloquence at this moment is simply great.
Only at the moment he finished speaking, he saw that the young man who had been listening without interrupting in front of him smiled at the girl next to him, not knowing what was said, and then he heard the girl wearing a black and white gothic skirt suddenly He opened his mouth, as if repeating what the young man meant, and simply and directly pierced his words.
"you are lying."
The smile froze suddenly, Viscount Barofi was taken aback for a moment, and he was cold all over when he said this for some reason.
There are indeed exaggerated and even fictional parts in his words just now, but he doesn’t understand how the other party saw it.
Did they investigate in advance! ?
Barophy felt that he had grasped the key, and was a little annoyed that he had been dazzled by desire just now, and exposed his thoughts too recklessly.
Then he gritted his teeth and decided to lower the price increase just now, at least to ensure that the current price does not let the other party realize that he is occupying a greater interest.
But before he could speak, he saw the young man on the opposite hand picking up the suitcase that made people covet how much wealth was inside.
Again, again! Throw a piece of gold crazy!
The peaceful words of the youth written on the accompanying card seemed to have the power to ignore any price of money.
‘But I don’t care, except for your personal belongings and your subordinates’
"I will buy everything in this manor"
The moment he saw this line of letters, Viscount Barofi took a strong breath and looked at the two large pieces of gold and a huge gold bar on the table. He couldn't hide his excitement and shock.
"Of course, sir, from this moment on, this manor is yours."
The power of gold makes everything simple.
After saying this, Barophy had a kitsch smile on his face, looking at the young man in a suit and shirt sitting on the sofa in front of him, smiling:
"I will immediately send my housekeeper to the city hall to go through various transfer procedures. In the evening, this manor will be completely in your name."
"Then please allow me to escape first."
Standing up, the Viscount Barofi, who decided to find someone to verify the authenticity of these golds, felt shocked by the ups and downs.
He suddenly had an idea,
If you use your viscount’s status and means, can you use some tougher methods from the figure who appears to be the heir of a rich family, and then...
Hum!
In an instant, the stiffness that spread suddenly spread across the body!
Obviously there is nothing, but I feel that something is grabbing my ankle and wrapping my neck!
Feeling cold and unable to move, Barophy only felt an inexplicable fear spread in his heart at this moment, and then he heard a clear voice behind him quietly opening:
"I hope you don't make the wrong choice."
The moment the words such as alchemy, witchcraft, magic, weird, and unknown come across my mind,
Barophy trembled all over, and instantly dispelled the crooked thoughts he had just thought, and then decided to wait until the contract transfer in the afternoon was completed and the gold was handed over. He will return to Rome tonight! No matter what happens here!
He knew that the combination of the youth of the Far East and the exquisite girl was too strange!
boom!
The people in the living room were hurriedly closed by the figure following the guard.
Only young people and girls sitting on the leather sofa are left in the gorgeous room. I looked at this luxuriously decorated and spare room.
Fang Ran faced Ling who was sitting next to him, raising her delicate face to look at her, and blinking:
"Good job,"
Then he exhaled and touched the girl's head, and spoke softly:
"Now we have a home."
...
....
Delil, the town came to an end in the evening of the day.
It’s just that the mayor’s house seemed a little uneasy. The mayor’s wife sat tentatively on the side, listening to her husband nervously explaining to a handsome man.
"God bless, I promise that everything I say is true. That young man broke into our home in the middle of the night, and then threw us a piece of gold and let us listen to him!"
"My wife and I are very scared. He looked terrifying at the time, and his cold face can only remind me of the evil alchemists in the legend!"
The mayor’s words were filled with anxiety and fear, and in front of them, the handsome, handsome European man raised his eyebrows on his face, and he seemed to frown and asked:
"So you reported this to the church?"
"Yes, I am a devout believer."
The mayor put his hands together and rubbed it, and said with a slight shame, but his eyes floated to the stone-sized piece of gold on the table~EbookFREE.me~, obviously painful.
Myerson took a look, and did not expose this cowardly town chief who was obviously a bit superstitious, but at least he knew that life is more important than money. He was actually afraid that the evil alchemist, like the legendary evil alchemist, would use gold. The curse of people’s souls and things like that.
"Okay, I see, the Lord will bless you,"
Myerson got up, his white church salute was thrown away and walked out, and then left a faint word.
"There is no curse on gold, you can use this wealth with confidence."
The mayor and his wife who heard these words in the house opened their eyes wide in surprise and surprise.
After leaving the courtyard, Myerson stopped, another figure in a white and luxurious robes turned over from under the house and fell next to him, with a slightly unruly expression of his wavy blond hair, which evoked the charming corners of the Italian's mouth:
"If you ask, the seamstress in the tailor's shop also said the same thing. It seems that a rich man who pays with gold at hand came to this town."
"Don't be careless, Sig, we didn't let you play with women half-hearted when we came back from the Vatican, no matter how rich a rich man would be to spend gold to pay for it,"
Myerson looked at Sig, who was like a prodigal in love, seriously, then walked forward and said calmly:
"The Pope asked us to come here to help the lord. We must not turn a blind eye to these suspicious clues. We must confirm that the person is like the cowardly town chief guessed... is an'evil alchemist'. '."
"Well, I'll listen to you."
Sieg spread his hands and said that it didn't matter.
"Any clue to that person?"
"It is said that someone has seen them at the station."
"Station? Where are they going?"
"Milan."
. Sogou