The Death Knight of the Secret World

Chapter 21 0021. Fortune Teller Furong

"I've only been married for 23 years. Is there no place for me in this family? This is really sad. You don't even call me for family meetings!"

A woman in a black lace dress and a large women's sun hat sat at the round table of the Beckman family, wiping tears that didn't exist with a small handkerchief.

This curly-haired woman who looks like a master of drama is the only daughter of old Sir Beckman and the aunt of the three brothers and sisters Romeo.

"If I remember correctly, your current surname is Blake!" The red-haired Elsa seemed to have some problems with her playwright aunt.

"Oh, if you don't tell me, I almost forgot!" Mrs. Black, the wife of the deputy director of the Nancheng Branch, immediately put away the small handkerchief when she heard what her niece said.Take out a delicate lady's vanity mirror to see if your makeup has been spoiled.

"You said you want to buy shares? Is that what you mean, or Sebastian?" Sir Beckman was also very rude to his daughter and asked directly.

"If it's my own idea, what should I say? If it's Sebas's idea, what should I say?" Mrs. Black knew her old father's style, so she didn't go around and asked directly.

"If you want to buy shares yourself, you can't come up with too much money!" Sir Beckman snorted coldly: "If Sebastian means it, I can still think about it!"

"What a cold-blooded old father!" Mrs. Black curled her lips: "It's the two of us!"

"Uncle Black is preparing for a promotion now, does he still have the energy to complete such an investment?" Romeo, the eldest son of the Beckman family, asked.

"So, I'm here!" Mrs. Black took it for granted.

"Furong, stop messing around. Too much contamination of industry and commerce will not be good for Sebas's future!" Sir Beckman frowned in distress. His daughter is really worrying.

"Anyway, the result of my divination is that Sebastian will be promoted by the end of this year. I'm not afraid! At worst, I won't be the deputy director. The two of us can go on sea adventures together! I've planned it for a long time!"

"Hmm..." Sir Beckman's fingers flicked back and forth on the civilized stick unconsciously.

"What did you see again? Is Backlund going to encounter something again?"

"Divination is very labor-intensive. Do you think I will tell you the results of my divination for nothing? You have to pay, 50 gold pounds for a divination consultation!" Mrs. Black held out her right hand to her old father very confidently.

"You..." Sir Beckman stammered.

"You stupid woman, did you waste another chance of divination?" The red-haired Elsa jumped up and shouted at her aunt: "You would rather waste the opportunity on this kind of meaningless divination than You refuse to help me divination the chance to enter the extraordinary world?"

"What is meaningless divination? Why is it meaningless for me to predict my husband's official career? As long as I want to, do you care?"

"Then go find someone to take care of your property again, I won't do it! Huh, you lie to me every time, every time!" The red-haired Elsa pinched the small folding fan in her hand angrily. Almost out of shape.

"That's what you said, and I didn't force you! Anyway, that little fellow Harry secretly wrote down all the steps today. At worst, let's break it up and I'll do it myself!"

"How much can you take out?"

Sir Beckman paused for a moment, signaling his granddaughter not to argue with this outsider.

"I offer a fortune-telling opportunity! I want [-]% shares!" Mrs. Black stretched out two fingers.

"It's too much, at most [-]% of the shares. Otherwise, you can get it yourself!"

"[-]%, I can help you sell it in the circle of ladies."

"Hey, you foreign surname, what do you mean [to help you sell]? After you buy the shares, you also have your own share!" The red-haired Elsa laughed angrily at her aunt's shameless look.

"[-] percent, I can ask Sebastian to get through the relationship with the business department!"

"Ahem, ahem, aunt, I work at the Industrial and Commercial Bureau!" Romeo, who really couldn't stand his aunt, spread his hands helplessly.

"Oh, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me, ha ha!" Mrs. Black covered her mouth with her hands in feigned surprise, expressing that she hadn't thought of this.

"[-]% to [-]%, I can transfer the staff from several of my shops to give priority to this project!"

"We don't even have any manpower in the Beckman family. Don't mention this, and don't ask about the secret formula! It's [-]% and [-]%. If you don't do it, go back to your home!" Sir Beckman told Civilization With a slap of the stick, he stopped talking.

"Hehe, that's what you've seen. He's a cold-blooded old father. He won't let his daughter take advantage of this advantage!"

Mrs. Black was not angry when her old father broke her small thoughts in front of several juniors so bluntly. Instead, she sat down again with a smile: "[-]% is [-]%!"

Anyway, the shares were earned for nothing, she was just wasting her tongue.

"I'm going to meet this funny little guy tomorrow. Will my dear little niece Elsa go with me? After all, I haven't been to my shop for a long time, and I'm afraid I'll get lost!" Put on a pitiful look again!

"You still have the face to say it!" The red-haired Elsa was furious at the time: "Who entrusted the store to a 15-year-old girl to take care of it, and ran to the party salon every day? If you want to go, go by yourself ,I do not have time!"

"You really are a hot-tempered little girl!" The playwright aunt immediately changed her face again, looking at her niece with a look of fake doting: "If you keep being so strong, little Toby will But some have suffered!"

"Huh!" The red-haired Elsa ignored her aunt's words, but instead looked at a certain char siu who was pretending to be a decoration on a chair!

It seems that my good-for-nothing younger brother often quotes the words of this annoying playwright aunt...

Allen, who was trying to reduce his sense of existence, found that his sister was looking at him, looking like he had suffered from hemorrhoids, sitting on a chair, not daring to make a sound, and lowered his head!

What are you doing, why are you quarreling and venting your anger on me?
"Let Alan accompany you, I'm going to Morgan's house tomorrow!" The red-haired Elsa threw out her useless brother impatiently.

"I..." Allen was about to cry.

He is still very clear about his position in this family. If he wants to eat, drink or hang out with other family's good-for-nothing friends, then he will do his part.But he is usually not required to come forward when dealing with serious matters. At most, it would be good for him to follow in the past and be a background board.

"For the Morgan family, it doesn't matter if you go late, you can go with your aunt! As a representative of our Beckman family, let's have a good chat with this kid!"

Finally, Sir Beckman, who was still sitting on the main seat, spoke.

"Grandpa, I'm going to marry into the Morgan family next year. Isn't it a bit inappropriate to represent the Beckman family now?" The red-haired Elsa still didn't dare to contradict her old man, so she had to continue selling her younger brother: "You just let Alan, go, he is the second son of the family, his status is enough, and he can also represent the sincerity of the Beckman family!"

"Alan will go with me too! After all, he needs to ask this little friend out!" Sir Beckman glanced at his 25-year-old granddaughter, with a complicated expression on her face. The noble lady from another family married at the age of eighteen or nineteen. Human, 25 years old...Maybe there are two or three children.

"You come forward on behalf of the Beckman family, and I will give you half of the equity that is negotiated. If you can win more than [-]%, I will give you up to [-]%. When it comes to more than [-]%, every extra [-]% , I'll give you half of it!"

"It's really biased!" A certain drama star began to get sour: "If she really talked about more than [-]%, wouldn't it be my aunt who would have more than [-]%?"

Mrs. Black was very dissatisfied with her old father's eccentricity, so she began to play tricks: "You give this granddaughter who is about to marry so much dowry, aren't you afraid of being gossip?"

"You don't need to worry about that, Elsa, you should prepare tonight and try to get as many shares as possible tomorrow!" Sir Beckman said, standing up from the main seat: "Come here today, I'm tired It's time to rest!"

Several juniors hurriedly stood up and sent the old jazz off respectfully.After the old knight left, Mrs. Black looked at her three nephews and nieces, and thought it was nothing interesting, so she also went back home.

When there were only three siblings left in the hall, Romeo, the eldest brother of the Beckman family, asked his useless younger brother, "Alan, did you notice anything special about that Corleone during the day?"

(End of this chapter)