1855 United States Tycoon

It is now the season of early autumn, and most of the flowers have already bloomed except for rose flowers. But compared to spring, the colors in the English countryside are not monotonous. Some tall trees, such as birch trees, and poplar trees, have their original wide dark green leaves inlaid with a gold edge, but the main body of the leaves is still green, and they are not as dry as they were in late autumn. When I get up, I can still follow the breeze, gently swaying on the branches, like a little girl in a green dress with golden lace edges dancing. And on the grassland next to the forest, the weeds that grow comfortably and prosperously in summer have also begun to show some changes. Some weeds have begun to turn yellow, while others are still emerald green. These pale yellow and emerald green are mixed together, like a Persian carpet with exquisite patterns.

Carol rode on a maroon British thoroughbred horse. In later generations, the price of such things can be said to be ridiculously high. In the 21st century, such a pure-blooded and beautiful British thoroughbred horse , The value may be as high as tens of millions of dollars. The cost of maintaining it is as high as more than 100,000 or even hundreds of thousands of dollars every year, which is much higher than that of any luxury car. In the 21st century, if you tell others that you have a BMW, their first reaction is definitely: rich people! Some girls will even tell you that she is willing to cry in the back seat of your car. If you have a Rolls-Royce, ah, then you are no ordinary rich person, you can be called a big money. And if you have a descendant of an "Irish dancer" in your family, wow, then you are definitely a rich man. Of course, if you take it out into the street to fish for horses, the effect will probably be far less than that of a BMW whose price is not enough for its one-year maintenance fee, and you will be ridiculed by people of the same level as you. Because even a hoof of this thing is more valuable than those women on the street.

In the nineteenth century, owning a thoroughbred horse was also a sign of a rich man. Thoroughbred horses as strong and graceful as Carol's crotch are equally valuable. Scrooge bought this horse for Carol. Carol, who had always been frugal at the time, almost fainted when he heard the horse's amazing price. But Scrooge told him that all these inputs are necessary. Without the support of these external luxuries, how can he show the aura of a big tyrant, and how can he let those Europeans with a pair of snobbery fart. Bian's follow behind begging to make friends with you?

Nowadays, beside Carol, many people are staring at him, the United States tyrant and the BMW under his crotch, with envious and hateful eyes. Some men were still muttering quietly, accusing Carol of not having a graceful posture on the horse to be worthy of his horse. (Carol once followed Robson to learn the riding skills for a period of time, but the difference between the riding skills he learned and the riding skills of the European nobles is quite big. Robson taught him the riding skills of the rangers. , Instead of the elegant riding skills of the nobles) and some girls casually listened to a young man around them commenting on Carol's riding skills in a sour tone, while constantly turning their curious and enviable eyes. To this "nouveau riche with no temperament." Some girls also talked quietly with their female companions sitting on the open carriage:

"I heard that his family's fortune has exceeded seven million pounds, and it is still growing rapidly."

"An elder of mine said that within two years, their family's wealth will exceed 20 million."

"Twenty million, is it a pound? My God! But this is his family's money, how much can he control himself?"

"Emily, I heard that his family is only two people in his generation... Moreover, he is also the head of the entire European business. It is said that the wealth he receives in his hands exceeds one million pounds every year.""Oh my God! Is their family a gold mine..."

And their gazes at Carol were even more enthusiastic, as if he was carved out of pure gold. In fact, from ancient times to modern times, and even in the very distant future, the criteria for women to choose marriage partners has not changed much.

Catherine, who was also sitting in the open wagon, naturally heard these comments, and she couldn't help but frown her thin eyebrows slightly.

"You women! Don't you feel ashamed if you just stare at other people's purses?" Catherine thought this way, and she felt an inexplicable hostility towards these girlfriends whom she knew from a very young age. .

"Catherine, I heard that your Uncle and that Mr. Macdonald are good friends?" It was Annie who was sitting across from her.

Looking at Annie's eager gaze, Catherine didn't feel a little irritable. However, she still suppressed her unhappiness, tried to maintain the smile on her face, and slowly replied: "I don't know if she and my Uncle are friends, because although they have a lot of contacts, most of their contacts are Arguing about business matters. After each argument, Uncle tends to be very angry and say:'This crude United States miser!'"

"Mr. MacDonald is a miser?" Nina sitting aside said in surprise. "But look at his horse. Would a miser be willing to buy such a horse?"

"That horse is his Little Brother, Mr. Scrooge McDonald asked my Uncle to help him buy it. It is said that after knowing the price of the horse, this Mr. McDonald almost made him lead it. I went to the market and sold it, but he couldn’t help his brother—well, in his family, the real most powerful man was his brother Mr. Scrooge Macdonald..." I don’t know why, Catherine started to be half-truths. Carol was choreographed.

"Ah, a young man, if he is really a miser, it would be boring." Someone said half-truth.

"Yeah, I make so much money, but I can't bear to spend it. This is really..."

"What's the point of making money all day long without spending it."

From ancient times to the present, women have always felt worse for men who are too stingy, too unsympathetic, and too unwilling to spend money for women. Compared with the Lionheart, who spends part of the time outside to hack people and basically does not go home, and even sells the capital for military expenses, the former is definitely more popular with women than the latter.

With a simple sentence, the morale of possible enemies was easily lowered, which made Catherine feel a little proud. But she knew that her best friends might not really believe everything she said easily. So, um, she had better create an opportunity for those girls to see for themselves the roughness and stinginess of the United States guys.

At this time, the convoy had already turned on a small road leading to the depths of the forest. At first, the path was lined with deciduous trees such as birches and poplars, which were gradually replaced by taller European larch and fir. The temperate forests are relatively sparse, and the sunlight shines through the gaps between the branches of the emerald green firs or the already yellowish European larch, sprinkling mottled light and shadow on the ground. Sometimes, you can see large gray squirrels, dragging their thick and fluffy tails, running from branch to branch looking for pine cones everywhere. There were also some dead branches scattered on the road, and the speed of the carriage slowed down, not much different from the walking speed of ordinary people.

Carol jumped off the pure-blood horse, and walked with the girls’ carriage with the horse.

"Mr. MacDonald!" Catherine suddenly turned her head and shouted at Carroll.

Carol took the horse two steps quickly and caught up with the carriage.

"Catherine Miss, are you looking for something to do with me?" Carol looked up at the girl whose eyes were always shining with uncertainty.

"Why don't you ride a horse, but lead a Horse Stance?" Catherine asked with a smile, her eyes twinkling.

"Oh, anyway, the carriage is slow now, and I can keep up on foot. This horse is too expensive, and I don't want to tire it out." Carol replied honestly.

Hearing this answer, Catherine’s mouth showed a meaningful smile, and then she replied in a voice like a yellow oriole: "Mr. MacDonald, you are such a caring person." Then she turned her head and looked at the others. The girls of squeezed their eyes mischievously.

The faces of the girls almost all showed disappointed expressions. The Anne sitting directly opposite Catherine lowered her head and sipped her mouth, and whispered: "What a miser!"

At this time, the path turned to the left, and an empty valley covered with green grass appeared in front of everyone. In the center of the wide and flat valley, a small stream flows slowly from here, dividing the valley into two halves. By the creek, there is an old two-story villa. This villa made of black Black Tortoise rock has obviously been a few years old, the roof is covered with thick moss, and the rough Black Tortoise rock walls are covered with ivy. The yellow or green leaves swayed gently in the breeze.

"Mr. MacDonald!" Catherine turned her head and called to Carol, who was walking with her head down. "We are almost there."

"Ah, thank you, Catherine Miss." Carol raised his head and walked all the way, making him feel a little distressed about his new riding boots.

"Is that house?" Carol asked.

"Yes, that's Sir Darcy's comfortable nest in the country." Catherine smiled and said to Carol, "Do you think that house is beautiful?"

Carol seriously looked at the villa almost covered in ivy and moss, shook his head, and said, "No, I don’t like a house like that. It’s too easy to think of those ghosts and legends. Haunted castle. I like something brighter. Maybe Sir Darcy should get someone to sort it out."

"The castle in the ghost story. Haha, Mr. MacDonald, have you read this kind of book? Well, my grandma used to like to tell me this when she was still alive." Catherine smiled lightly.

"What a tasteless United States bun!" Annie said softly on the opposite side.

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