On a blue sky and sunny day, the Mediterranean sea breeze brings warm and moist air to Milan, the capital of art and fashion a hundred years ago.

It's good weather again today.

In the manor on the outskirts of the city, walking down the bright carpeted corridor, Viscount Barofey walked towards the drawing room, followed by his personal deacons and guards.

After straightening his spine and walking to the door of the living room, Viscount Barrofi asked for confirmation:

"Are those two guests inside?"

The deacon with white gloves behind him walked up to him, held the doorknob and spoke in a low voice:

"Yes, Lord Viscount."

Then he slowly opened the door for him.

Upon first glance, there are dark red curtains trimmed with gold and white gauze hanging down between them. An elegant bookshelf is placed in the corner, with a row of books with gold-gilded covers inside.

My favorite oil paintings are hung on the surrounding walls, and every other inch of the wall is filled with decorative patterns without any blank spaces. The bronze leather sofa has a stylish shape, and quills are neatly placed on the edge of the coffee table.

and ink,

In the living room at this moment, Viscount Barofi saw two figures sitting on his sofa, and the moment he saw them clearly, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

It was completely different from what I thought of as two arrogant old gentlemen or a wealthy businessman couple.

It was a young man and a girl.

The girl was wearing a beautiful skirt that attracted people at first glance. The complex black and white design made the skirts of the noble ladies she had seen become mere foils. With her delicate appearance, she sat like an exquisite doll.

Beside that young man,

And that young man...

The faces from the Far East...?

"Good morning, sir, lady, nice to meet you,"

Viscount Barofy introduced himself elegantly with a smile, then straightened his suit and looked at the two figures in front of him, or mainly the older-looking young man.

"I am the owner of this manor, Viscount Barrophy Philami."

Then he paused for a moment, but he didn't wait for the other party to introduce himself, he just saw...

The delicate girl turned around and looked at the young man next to her inquiringly. The two exchanged words in a language she didn't understand. Then the girl in a beautiful skirt looked at her and nodded to confirm, with a clear voice.

Rings:

"Hello..."

Then she paused for a moment before remembering to add a title.

"Your Majesty the Viscount."

that's all?

Introduce yourself, what are your names? What is your identity and purpose of coming? Why is this little girl talking to me?

This opening exchange that was extremely unsuitable for upper class society made Viscount Barrophy frown slightly, but soon he suddenly understood.

This young man from the Far East does not speak Italian,

That's why he asked the girl to speak for him.

Thinking of this, he quickly decided not to worry about the other party's rudeness and address. After all, he was a foreign friend from another country. It was normal to not know the etiquette and language here.

What's more, the other party has already given me enough 'meeting gifts'.

"Okay, let's not worry about those trivial issues. This gentleman, this beautiful lady, I wonder why you came to see me today?"

Viscount Barofi put an elegant and proud smile on his face, and said without concealing the heat in his eyes:

"Of course, if it is a business related to gold mining, I would be very happy to chat with you two."

That's right, if someone who can take out a piece of gold at once comes to him, it must be related to this aspect!

Barofi was somewhat confident about his guess, but he was wondering whether his connections and wealth would be enough if he participated in this gold mining business.

He was already considering whether to talk to Mrs. Visconti about this matter...

Mrs. Visconti was a lady in Milan who inherited the title of count from her late husband. The two of them met after a ball...

Just thinking about this, Viscount Barofi saw that after hearing what he said, the young man with a Far Eastern appearance and a very special temperament smiled slightly.

Then he took out a white card and put it calmly in front of him.

Viscount Barofi glanced doubtfully. The young man opposite looked at him calmly and calmly. Then he picked up the card. The black and white words on the card made his eyes stagnant.

It was as if there was an iron-like majestic and cold voice ringing calmly in my ears!

'Sell me your estate'

Although it didn't have the power to make people forget anything, the words written on this card seemed to have other powers that made Barofy choke.

But he soon realized it was ridiculous. Are you kidding me?

This is a manor that he has been running for many years, and is envied by countless other nobles on the edge of the bustling city of Milan.

How could he possibly sell it.

Frowning displeased, Viscount Barofi looked at him coldly as he pushed the card back to the other person and spoke in an extremely cold tone:

"Sir, if you are here for such a ridiculous and rude request, then don't blame me for inviting you..."

Boom...

The words stopped abruptly with the sound of knocking!

The moment his movements froze and his pupils contracted, he saw the young man calmly take something out of the suitcase and put it in his hand.

The thick, fascinating and brilliant color seemed to have the magic power to make the world obsessed with it. Barofi swore to God that he had never seen such an object appear in such a pure size...

Another piece of gold!

With his eyes widening incredulously, Viscount Barofi looked at this thick piece of gold that was as big as his palm compared to the previous piece of gold that was the size of a stone. He felt that his brain was overwhelmed by such an unimaginable exchange!

Is this person crazy!?

He carries so much gold with him!?

Suddenly he looked at the young man sitting opposite him in shock. He was wearing a black vest and suit jacket that suited the season. He was sitting here calmly. He was clearly facing a viscount, but he didn't have the slightest bit of nervousness belonging to a commoner.

The confidence that he is the owner here!

Viscount Barofi suddenly sat up straight and looked at the brick-sized piece of gold on the table, which showed the other party's unshakable determination and confidence. He felt that 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 stunned.

"Sir...who are you...?"

The bottom line and rationality were challenged in the most brutal way. Viscount Barofi swallowed what he had just finished. His elegant demeanor could not be maintained. He looked at the young man opposite in shock and spoke cautiously.

The difficult opening.

He had no choice but to be cautious. Facing a person who casually threw away a whole piece of gold, he had to be cautious!

But the other party didn't answer and smiled, then tapped the card again with his finger.

'Sell me your estate'

The words on the white paper card did have power, and Barofi had to look there. From thinking that the other party was ridiculous, to being shaken, he began to consider this matter.

"Sir... you have to know that although you spend a lot of money... my manor is not just..."

Clang.

This time it was a loud impact. Barofei felt his throat was dry and something was pinching him. He looked at the other person like a piece of debris and threw it on the table without any big deal. He felt that the other person was too lazy to bargain and was wasting his time.

At that moment of impatience, everything he wanted to say was blocked in his heart.

Because this time it's a gold bar.

Viscount Barofi felt that his expression at this moment must be very ungraceful, but his thinking had become too barren to consider that.

He stared straight at the gold on the table in front of him, and his mind started to waver and turned into dry mouth. He couldn't help but start thinking about selling the manor.

Although the conditions and location of this manor are very good, in the final analysis it is just a vacation spot for me in Milan. Without it, I can go to Florence...

And if you have this gold... you can buy more assets in Rome, and if you are good at using it, your reputation, status and right to speak will be improved. Earl... No, during the war,

Marquis is even possible!

Even if you include all the collections in your own manor, including the servants and horses, it only costs more than a thousand lire of gold coins...

Faced with wealth that far exceeded that of the manor, Viscount Barrofi only took a very short time to finalize his idea.

Now that he has decided to sell this manor, all he needs to consider now is how to negotiate more prices from this mysterious but wealthy young man in front of him!

Taking a deep breath, he felt that all his negotiation skills were put to use again. Although his eyes were still attracted by the gold on the table from time to time, Viscount Barofi finally raised his head, showed a polite smile and said

:

"Dear sir, your wealth astounds me, but please allow me to introduce my manor to you in detail."
To be continued...