Chapter 4

"Cough, cough..."

Don't want to accept this reality, Arthur coughed violently, pulled the wound on his body and head, a burst of pain, let his face more and more pale.

The large rural scenery, the ancient and exquisite buildings, the vigorous green plants and flowers, the clear and quiet river... What about the most romantic, comfortable and exquisite life of the British aristocrats?

Everything is just an illusion that he imagined falling into a fairy tale world...

A tabloid newspaper that needs to constantly let the publisher's meager profits transfuse, with a million pounds in debt, is trying to drag him to death!

Sell it! Must sell!

Stay away from debt!

debt, that is, debt, is a modern slavery!

In the old days, people could volunteer to work. If they were not slaves, they were either farmers or laborers, so they would be controlled by their masters.

But now it's debt, a new slavery... If you have too much debt, you have to work all the time trying to pay it off. Whether it's Britain or America, the funny thing is that the interest rate is as high as 12% to 25%, but the loan cost of the bank may be only 2%, 3 or 4%, which is ridiculous.

So do everything possible to stay away from debt!

But you can't worry. After all, the southern daily echo is an important family asset of the Bolin family, and also one of the important symbols of the Bolin family's foothold in today's British society. It has a history of more than 100 years. If you really ignore it and sell it, Arthur Boleyn may be ridiculed by the people in the aristocratic circle.

How much money is available in Paul's account

“。。。 There are less than 60000 pounds left. "

Ah...

Arthur sighed in his heart. It seems that he doesn't need to think about the rich N-generation aristocratic life he wants. If he doesn't solve these debts first, let alone the aristocratic life, he can't enjoy the middle-class life.

"By the way, Paul, you asked Mr. James to help me recover the tuition fee for the remaining half semester from Castle management school. I was only in the first half of the semester, and they fired me, but I paid 30000 pounds a year at the beginning."

"Cough..."

When Paul heard his young count's decision not to be shameless and not to accept money, a sense of shame came from his heart. He coughed awkwardly and nodded with a bitter smile. "I'll talk to James, but don't hope too much. The college may not be willing to refund the tuition."

"If you don't give up, you can sue them. If you can, you can't make them cheaper."

Arthur didn't care about the embarrassment and embarrassment on Paul's housekeeper's face. He said firmly that if he wanted to have a face and be decent, he would suffer a loss of 10000 pounds. In the current economic predicament, he, as a new count, would never make a fat face. How much can face sell?

Although rich and expensive are not the same thing, but no money, even if the nobles are also a broken down, no one will care, but will become the existence of other people's ridicule, in today's world, the rich is the master!

"Dong Dong --"

when the atmosphere in the ward became embarrassed again, the door of the ward was knocked. Before Paul stood up to open the door, the door was pushed open. A tall girl with strong features, firm lines, brown hair, a white heart and a pair of calf trousers came in.

"BR, Arthur, you're a mummy

Some schadenfreude laughter and ridicule made Arthur's mouth twitch and his face look very ugly. Eddie Boleyn, his compatriot's cheap sister.

Arthur forced to endure the headache, frowned, just opened his mouth, and wanted to fight back instinctively. When he saw another girl coming in after his cheap sister, his pupil was shrinking and his heart was beating wildly. He could never have imagined that he would see a face he was very familiar with in this situation.

Long ma - danilis tangorian!

Ah, bah... No, it's Amelia Clark.

The figure is small, but the curve is very graceful, which makes people salivate. Long hair shawl, sweet looks, white skin with correct facial features, very small jasper flavor, wearing a cute cowboy vest and a pair of white Capris, show eyebrows slightly wrinkled, a look at himself worried, Arthur and her eyes, actually saw a trace of disappointment and worry.

Sleeping trough! Isn't it? Is this kind of look? Is there a Tui between my predecessor and the dragon mother?

Long Ma at the beginning?

This is the rhythm of the explosion!

Wait, no, if two people really have a Tui, why don't they have Emily's memory in their conscious memory?

"Well, is it serious this time?"

Just then, Eddie, who had hugged Paul, sat down on the stool next to the patient. He looked at Arthur with a playful face and could not hold back a smile. He said with concern."Hehe, I can't die! So the idea of inheriting my legacy when I die can be eliminated Arthur was very venomous.

"Go to hell!" Eddie bad ass Arthur's middle finger, and then make complaints about Emily's "tasao": "I've said this before. This asshole is so strong that it can't die. I don't understand how you care so much about this idiot who is full of muscles."

As soon as Arthur's eyes brightened, he looked at Long Ma. He noticed that her fair face was covered with two pieces of red haze. Her eyes twinkled, and she had some unnatural smile on her face. She said to Eddie, "we are friends..."

"Cut! Who knows what happened to you that night

"Cough..."

Paul, the housekeeper, couldn't listen to the conversation between the three young people, especially the vulgar conversation. It was a kind of ridicule and contempt for the noble education of the Bolin family. After coughing twice, nodding to the three people, he walked out of the ward gracefully.

"Old fashioned!"

Eddie turned her lips, and she had no good attitude towards her dead mad father's staunch housekeeper. Although the other party was a "relative" who watched her grow up, she was simply tormented by the rigid etiquette and norms.

"Are you all right?"

"Nothing, just a few days. Thank you for coming to see me

Seeing Amelia's worried expression of concern, Arthur squeezed out a smile. Although he can't remember whether they had a Tui or not, from the memory fragments of drunkenness and drunkenness, he also knew that his predecessor was a dregs who did not lack women, and listened to the meaning of cheap sister's words. They had been alone for a night, and couldn't say, they were really That kind of relationship.

Well, there is no psychological pressure to pick up your own plate...

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