My British Empire

"Your Excellency, this is the tea I bought from Portugal. I heard that you like drinking tea, so I honor you!"

In a small meeting room, the decoration is luxurious and beautiful. Compared with those rich nobles, it is not inferior at all, and even surpasses it a bit.

Even a few years ago, no one would have imagined that the residence of a cabinet minister would be so luxurious, comparable to a royal palace.

But at this time, the Minister of Finance, who was dressed in ordinary clothes, was smiling all over his face, but his dark blue eyes were as plain as water, as if the box of precious tea leaves from the East in front of him was like ordinary leaves.

"Mr. Dewey, you are very polite, but I cannot accept such a precious thing easily!"

Anthony moved the green tea leaves in front of him, and pushed them to a middle-aged man with curly black hair and a pot belly sitting opposite him, talking indifferently.

And the middle-aged man named Jared Dewey sat on a chair with a big belly, and smiled honestly:

"How can I! Your Excellency is very busy in the cabinet. As a member of the kingdom, I should respect and ask you for something, and these are all my own thoughts!"

"Whether it's good intentions or filial piety, I can't accept what is in front of me at will!"

His Excellency Anthony ignored the words in front of him, but spoke calmly and resolutely. For a moment, the power of the cabinet ministers was undoubtedly revealed.

"This, then I'm being rude!" The businessman with a big belly didn't have a calm expression at this time, and he packed his things in a panic.

"Your Excellency, if this is the case, then I will resign!" The businessman secretly glanced at the Minister, and after seeing the everlasting and stern expression of the Minister of Finance, he chose to leave with interest and embarrassment.

But his bosom was swollen right now, and the heavyweight things hadn't been taken out yet.

Your Excellency just picked up the cup, took a sip of the strong tea slowly, and showed an expression of enjoyment, as if nothing happened just now.

The potbellied businessman walked out of the room unwillingly with the tea in his hand. Unexpectedly, he bumped into a man on the way.

"Mr. Butler, why didn't Your Excellency accept my things!" He put a few gold coins into his hands at the right time, walked aside, suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, and asked respectfully.

"Mr. Dewey, to be honest, there are a lot of people working in positions recently, so it's really inappropriate for you to come today!"

The housekeeper showed a look of embarrassment, squinted at the surroundings, and then explained softly.

"Recently, my master has been refusing anyone. You can only see him because of my request. From today's perspective, his attitude has not changed!"

At the end, the housekeeper couldn't help but sighed, filled with emotion.

And the businessman who has been aggrieved can only say a few beautiful words, and then reluctantly chooses to leave. Before leaving, he has to spend some money as a condolence fee, so don't worry about it.

The butler with gray hair but not messy at all showed a disdainful smile after he left, straightened his back slightly and walked slowly towards the living room.

"Master, Baron Huntington is here to see you!" the butler looked at the minister who was still drinking tea, bowed respectfully, and said softly.

"Oh? Since His Excellency the Baron is here, he is naturally welcome. Invite him quickly!"

Hearing that it was Baron Huntington, the Chancellor of the Exchequer showed a surprised expression and ordered softly.

Baron Huntington, whose full name is Dio Jean Couslant, is a Frenchman.

When His Majesty Edward first conquered Scotland, he chose to lead most of the French army to surrender, and earned the gate of Edinburgh. He was named Baron Huntington and owned a manor of thousands of acres. and forests and mountains of varying numbers.

And Baron Huntington, the wife of a knight in France, took all his property in France, and then divorced.

Therefore, Baron Huntington, as a golden bachelor in his twenties, became a favorite among the English aristocrats.

As a result, he married a baron's daughter, obtained a large dowry, and expanded his property several times.

And the Lord Baron's vision is definitely not bad. Baron Huntington was reused by His Majesty the King, stationed in Ireland, and became the leader of the Irish army.

It is estimated that during his stay in Ireland, the Baron suppressed many rebellious tribes and acquired countless properties and lands.

It is said that there are three ranches with a total of 3,000 acres, and they earn a lot of money every year, and their accumulated net worth is even richer than those old earls.

Soon, Your Excellency the Minister came out to greet him personally. Your Excellency the Baron has brown wavy hair and brown eyes. Under the conditions of marching for many years, his complexion is rough, like a farmer, but the aristocratic temperament is still long-lasting. , the eyes are also extraordinarily sharp.

"I hope your Excellency will not be offended by coming here this time!" The baron, who was a head taller than the Chancellor of Finance, greeted politely.

"Where, it's my honor to have the Baron come here!" With a smile on his face, Anthony led Baron Dio into the study.

Afterwards, after some polite conversation among the nobles, the two of them finally got to the topic.

"Your Excellency, this is a five-hundred-acre pasture in Ireland!"

Baron Dio took out a title deed and placed it in front of Anthony.

"This is?" Anthony looked at him strangely.

"I hope to be able to return to London!" Baron Dio looked straight at the Chancellor and explained softly.

"It's difficult!" Anthony shook his head and denied.

Back in London, the only suitable positions for him were the ministers of various ministries. Although he was the new prime minister, he still couldn't make the French who had surrendered for only a few years become cabinet ministers.

"Then, I hope that my father-in-law, Baron Ferraul, will become the Sheriff!"

Baron Dio showed no signs of discouragement but took a step back, softly narrating his request.

"Yes—" After thinking for a moment, His Excellency Anthony nodded slightly, looked at Baron Dio's calm face, and agreed.

With the election of the prime minister and cabinet coming to an end, the next ones must be county officials from all over the country, and a small county sheriff, for a baron, will not have much discussion.

Afterwards, Baron Dio and Anthony left the mansion talking and laughing.

In the blink of an eye, he boarded the carriage. Jared Dewey, who had just left not long ago, now sat in the carriage with a humble expression, welcoming the arrival of the baron.

"Mr. Dewey, I can't get you a ministerial position!"

As a well-known businessman in London, Jared Dewey cannot hide his nobleman's position when he seeks the post of minister.

Baron Dio sat in the carriage, looked at the businessman with a big belly, and said with a half-smile.

"This is five shops and a villa in London. My lord, I'm just asking for a councilor position."

Adding up these things, it is estimated that there are about two thousand pounds, which is really a big deal! The merchants of London were really rich.

Baron Dio looked at the cloth merchant in front of him, and took out a few land deeds from his pocket, but the pockets were still bulging, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Of course, you will be a member of the Supreme United Council from now on!"

Every noble can recommend a member of parliament to His Majesty for review, and a local important minister like him will naturally be 100% approved by His Majesty.

And it just so happened that these things let him pay back some of his money.