Chapter 1096 1094 [Chinese Viscount!]

A big Chinese boss from Hong Kong spent 70 million to acquire 300 British coal companies and natural gas companies, and also donated 500,000 pounds to the welfare institution. This suddenly became a hot topic in London.

On the streets of England, many people are talking about this moment.

In the Big Buffalo Bar, the boss was mixing drinks and happily talking about it to the drinkers.

"God, that Chinese from Hong Kong is so kind! I heard that the donation of 500,000 pounds has been received and bought a lot of clothes and school supplies for the orphans! The director of the welfare home even wrote a letter about this.

Thank you! By the way, the companies acquired by Shinhwa are also said to be gradually being handed over! It seems that those coal mining and natural gas companies are about to be revitalized!"

The drinkers were amazed when they heard this. Those who knew the inside story hurriedly nodded: "Those coal mines and natural gas companies are bankrupt companies. No one wanted them originally, but I didn't expect that someone would actually pay for them."

"Isn't that right? We bought 300 companies in one go for 70 million pounds. This is a big deal!"

"There are some things you don't know!" Another drunkard with a beard said in a mysterious tone, "You only know that the Hong Kong boss who came to acquire these companies is named Yan, but you don't know that he also works for people!"

"What?"

"Is there still such a thing?"

The bearded man looked proud, "Of course, there is a big shot standing behind him! A very great big shot!"

"Who is it? Tell me." All the drinkers looked curious. Even the bar owner stopped mixing drinks and looked at the beard curiously.

The bearded man chuckled: "Buffalo Bill, can you give me a glass of whiskey?" He looked at the bar owner.

Without saying a word, the bar owner poured a glass of whiskey for him and said, "Speak quickly! God! I'm so worried!"

The bearded man took a sip of whiskey unhurriedly, and then exhaled and said: "I heard that his surname is Shi, and he is the president of Hong Kong Shinhwa Group! And -"

The bearded man lowered his voice and said: "And he came to England this time to participate in -"

The beard betrayed him again, and everyone was so anxious that they wanted to slap him!

"And he came to London this time to attend the investiture!"

"Uh, award? What award?" Everyone was intrigued and stared at the beard.

The bearded man uttered one word: "Viscount!"

The scene exploded with a loud bang!

"What's possible?"

"God! You must be joking!"

"A Chinese was given the title of Viscount by our Queen of the British Empire?"

Everyone at the scene laughed, thinking this was the biggest joke in the world!

Even the bar owner took back the glass of whiskey and said to the bearded man: "Damn it! You are talking nonsense again! I won't invite you to drink this glass of wine!"

"I'm not talking nonsense! I'm telling the truth!" Bearded man defended desperately.

But no one believed what he said, thinking that he was drunk and talking nonsense.

"I drive for Mr. Martins, the president of Cambridge University! This is what I heard from him! God, everything I said is true!" Bearded man yelled, holding his head.

It's a pity that no one believes him!

A Chinese was awarded a knighthood in the UK? Or was he a viscount?

Only a ghost can believe it!

…

In a magnificent villa in the suburbs of London.

An old white man with a noble posture is leaning on a chair, with a blanket on his legs. The surrounding decorations are luxurious and luxurious, full of classical elegance and interest.

A white man about 23 years old was reading a newspaper to him.

The old man's eyes were slightly closed, as if he was asleep.

The young man reading the newspaper glanced at him, and the voice of reading the newspaper became smaller and smaller, trying to be lazy.

Soon he stopped reading and had already read almost thirteen newspapers beside him.

Just when the young man was about to fold the newspaper and put it away——

"Continue--!" the old man said.

"Uh, uncle, are you awake?" The young man looked embarrassed.

The old man opened his eyes, looked at the young man and said, "Why, you think I'm lazy because I fell asleep?"

The young man scratched his head, "Yes! I'm a little tired!"

The old man smiled kindly at him: "Is it hard to read the newspaper to me, Wells?"

"Oh no, it's just..."

"Just what? You know, I am not just asking you to read the newspaper for me, but I am urging you to study hard and at least master the most important news in England every day!" The old man said with a kind face, "You are me.

As the future heir to the title of Duke, I don’t want you to lose, especially not to be compared with those with ulterior motives!”

"But uncle, I...I don't want to inherit your title of duke at all." The young man finally boldly said what was in his heart.

The old man's eyes dimmed suddenly, "Do you dislike the name Duke of Windsor?"

"No, uncle, don't get me wrong!" The young man waved his hands and said, "I think times are different now. We should keep pace with the times and no longer value such ancient things as titles!"

The old man smiled, "The title is not that important? Do you know how many people are fighting for their scalps over a mere baron?"

The young man shrugged disapprovingly: "That's because they are too stupid! It's just a title, there's nothing to fight for!"

The old man's face suddenly darkened, "Go and get the British Empire Code!"

"Uh, what to do?"

"You'll know when you bring it!"

The young man did not dare to disobey the old man's order, so he went to the bookshelf to get the code. The bookshelf was too high, so he had to take a stool, put it under his feet, and stepped on it to finally take down the thick code.

Snap!

The young man took the code and patted the dust on it, then walked to the old man.

"Turn to page five hundred and seventy-eight!"

"Huh?" The young man obeyed the order again, opened the code and found the page the old man mentioned.

Then he froze——

The above are all densely packed with current regulations for various titles in the UK. To be precise, they are various "welfare" benefits!

Although there is no such thing as "territory" in this era, nobles with titles can enjoy "tax exemption", "free from labor service", and can even be "bailed", "suspended", etc. if they break the law!

What he saw in front of him completely impacted the young man's outlook. It was very different from what his professor at Cambridge University said: "Everyone is equal before the law"!

Looking at his stunned nephew, the old man smiled slightly and said: "Now you know how important my title of Duke is! I have no heirs in this life, so I have to adopt you from your father so that you can inherit my inheritance in the future.

Title! I once gave up the throne for the one I love, and now, I can’t make another mistake!"

The young man Wells held the code and looked seriously at the old man for the first time - the former King of the British Empire, a legendary figure who loved beauty more than his country, Edward VIII, Duke of Windsor!

The Duke looked at Wells with a smile on his face: "Take this code back and think about it carefully - by the way, there is one more thing I need you to do for me!"

"What happened?"

"I heard that someone in London recently used my business card to show off, and the person showing off will be made a Viscount by Her Majesty the Queen tomorrow!"

"Viscount?" Wells was startled, but he didn't find it surprising. As the top of the British aristocracy, he had seen many such titles in the British Empire.

"Yes, it's a viscount! And that man is about the same age as you. The most important thing is -" the Duke paused, "he is Chinese!"

"What?" Wells was so shocked that he almost dropped the code in his hand!

"A Chinese? Being made a Viscount?" Wells looked in disbelief.

"So -" the Duke smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to pull the blanket on Li Li's knees, "Tomorrow you can verify the authenticity for me!"

…

Chinatown villa, in the study room.

"Sneeze!" Shi Zhijian took out a handkerchief and wiped his nose, wondering if someone was speaking ill of him behind his back.

He wiped his nose without taking his eyes off the reports and information in front of him.

Suddenly he got the news that tomorrow he would go to Buckingham Palace to formally receive an honorary award from the Queen.

Before that, Shi Zhijian wanted to finish all the work at hand.

A moment——

Shi Zhijian took a sip of the red wine placed in front of the table and stretched again.

To be honest, he still misses those days in Hong Kong. After working hard, he could invite friends to go out to drink and have fun, but here, he is the only one.

Putting down the information at hand, Shi Zhijian called Yan Xiong in and asked many questions about the acquired company.

At the beginning, Yan Xiong could answer questions fluently, but as he gradually went deeper, Yan Xiong did not understand some of the content.
To be continued...