shadow of britain

Chapter 121 Rothschild's Friendship
City of London.

Sitting in the neat and clean trading hall, Arthur looked up at the company sign above the quaint mahogany counter in front of him - London real estate and real estate consulting company.

Dumas tasted the black tea used to treat guests, and commented pertinently: "This tea tastes much better than the ones sold in British restaurants. The meal I had with you at noon today almost made me vomit. The meat used in that restaurant is absolutely not fresh, and I can assure you of that on the honor of being a Frenchman."

Elder replied with a lack of interest: "Doesn't that mean there is no guarantee? Buying a house is really troublesome. After seeing the house, both the buyer and the seller agree? You have to get two lawyers to verify the contract, and then ask How long has it been since we went to the Land Transaction Commission under the Ministry of Finance to apply for inspection of property rights information? We still stuffed money and took the fast track. If we didn't give them sweets, it might not take half a month to complete the process. "

Darwin heard the words and said, "But wouldn't it be better for us to continue to look at a few more houses? We looked at those three in the morning, and bought them all as soon as we raised our hands. We don't know if it's expensive. It's still cheaper to buy. I heard that there are a lot of scammers in the real estate agency business, what if he plans to cheat Arthur?"

"He dares to cheat Arthur?" Elder raised his eyebrows, "Unless he has no brains and doesn't want to hang out in London. Doesn't he know that the most promising police officer in Scotland Yard is sitting here?"

Arthur raised his eyes and looked out along the hall. Opposite him was his most ideal workplace more than half a year ago—the London Stock Exchange, where people come and go, traffic is constantly flowing, and the breath smells full of copper. Place.

He said, "That's not certain, and even if he really intends to trick me, I have nothing to do. After all, Scotland Yard is not responsible for the security of the Financial City."

"Ah?" Elder sat up from the sofa suddenly when he heard the words: "Then you know that he may cheat, and you are still going to sign a contract with him? Arthur, is there something wrong with your little head?" Question? You were much smarter than this in the past."

Arthur took a breath when he heard the words: "You don't understand, Elder, my money is not clean, and I don't feel at ease if I don't spend it as soon as possible. Besides, you don't understand an apartment building plus How attractive is a grocery store and a two-story single-family villa to an oriental soul? This has been my dream for many years, and if you lose a little money, you will lose a little bit, and you have given me a lot of fun."

Elder frowned and asked, "What weird things are you talking about again? You guys, you will get sick every now and then. I can't agree with you if you want to do business at a loss. My brother killed it one by one, so why should it be cheap? That dog thing? You have too much money to spend, can you invite me to watch a few shows, if it doesn’t work, we can also have some extra night activities.”

After speaking, Elder looked around, and then took Darwin who was reading a book together to go out.

When parting, he still did not forget to tell Alexandre Dumas: "Fatty! You look after him for me. I just saw several real estate brokerage companies on the way here. I will go there to inquire. Before I come back, you But Arthur must not be allowed to sign the contract."

Dumas shook his head at Elder contemptuously, watching him walk out of the trading hall.

He said to himself: "The British are stingy, and we French men have never been too lazy to care about such small profits. Money, just earn it after spending it. What's the big deal?"

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but nudged absent-minded Arthur with his elbow, nodded appreciatively and said: "Arthur, I have to say, your character is really like an old French lurking among the British. "

Arthur woke up like a dream. When he heard what Dumas said, he was stunned for a moment, and then he asked with a teacup, "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention just now. Did I offend you?"

When Dumas heard the words, the teacup brought to his mouth paused for a long time. He looked at Arthur for a while, and then he said: "I think what you said to me before is correct. If you want to live in England permanently, I really need a good temper."

Arthur looked around and asked, "Where did Elder and Charles go?"

Dumas snorted: "The two little mice have gone out to find bread crumbs, you don't need to worry about them. You sign the contract early, let's quickly find a better restaurant and get some good wine. Congratulations on moving to your new house. "

As soon as Dumas finished speaking, the smiling real estate agent walked over with the notary lawyer.

He put the over ten pages of land transfer documents on the coffee table, and said to Arthur very politely.

"All the documents have been checked by Mr. Lawyer, and all the information is correct. If you have no doubts after reading it, you can sign the blank part below now. From the moment your name lands on the document, Green All the houses on blocks A-25 to A-27 in Central Street, Wedge, will be called Hastings."

Arthur picked up the property rights document and turned page after page. He couldn't understand what was written in it, but the standard words 'perpetual property rights' on it still made him feel a little excited .

Just as Arthur picked up the quill in the inkpot and was about to sign, suddenly, he heard a burst of standing up in the trading hall.

He looked up, only to realize that all the salesmen in the hall had stood up and looked at the front of the hall door in unison.

Even the real estate agent who was sitting in front of him bowed slightly flatteringly, took off his hat and saluted in front of the door: "Good afternoon, Mr. Rothschild."

Arthur turned his head and saw that the person called Mr. Rothschild turned out to be a familiar face he knew.

That was Lionel Rothschild, the eldest son of the London branch of the Rothschild family he met at the Duke of Sussex.

Lionel smiled and nodded to the many eyes in the hall, but when he looked towards Arthur, he paused naturally.

He turned around, took off his hat with a smile, and said, "Mr. Hastings, long time no see. Are you looking for investment advice from me today, or are you looking for me to go hunting?"

Only then did Arthur remember the business card Lionel had left him before, and he took out his wallet and took out the business card for a look.

Impressively written on the business card - Lionel Rothschild, Rothschild Bank consultant, chairman of the board of directors of the London Real Estate Consulting Company.

Seeing this, Arthur couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

He pondered for a long time how to invest in real estate, how could he forget the human incarnation of Mammon?
Lionel walked to Arthur's side, and suddenly saw a lot of documents on the coffee table, he couldn't help laughing and said: "It seems that you have accepted the company's investment and real estate proposal, I don't know what you plan to do this time Where did you buy the house?"

As soon as Lionel said this, the faces of the real estate agents next to him turned green.

He stammered and said, "Mr. Rothschild, this gentleman wants to buy some property in Greenwich District. We are still reviewing the specific value of the property."

"Really?" Lionel nodded slightly, and said to Arthur with a smile: "Do you mind if I give you a detailed look?"

Arthur glanced at the real estate agent's expression, and roughly understood what was going on. Although he didn't mind taking a small loss, why not make more money if he could make more money?

He smiled and handed over the documents on the coffee table: "Then I will trouble you."

Lionel took the file and just glanced up and down, his smile soon became a little stiff, he still maintained his smile, but his tone of voice gradually became a little strange.

He asked the intermediary: "Is the recent house price in Greenwich rising too fast?"

The intermediary understood, and he promised with sweat on his forehead: "I also think the rise is a bit fast, but Mr. Hastings works in Greenwich, so I can only meet his needs as much as possible, and give him in Find the right house there."

Lionel shook his head, and he said: "Your information is not well-informed. From the information I have received, Mr. Hastings is estimated to be promoted soon. He should mainly be at No. 4 Whitehall Street in the future. You have to recommend some properties close to the Metropolitan Police Headquarters. This house price appraisal report is not suitable for Mr. Hastings, so you can take it back and do it again."

The major shareholders have already spoken, how dare the real estate agent say a word.

He tentatively asked the boss: "Mr. Rothschild, which property do you think is more suitable for Mr. Hastings?"

Lionel thought for a moment, then asked: "Near Knightsbridge, I remember there are two 4-bedroom suites in Ennismore. The house opposite Hyde Park hasn't been sold yet? There is also Regent's Crescent." In the building..."

Hearing this, the intermediary couldn't help reminding: "Mr. Rothschild, the first few rooms are fine, but the one in Hyde Park and the Regent's Crescent...I forgot to tell you, Mr. Hastings The budget is £1500."

Upon hearing this, Lionel shook his head slightly at the intermediary, and then smiled with the corner of his mouth raised.

"That's right, what I just said all meet the standard of less than 1500 pounds. Even the two suites in Ennismore can be settled for 300-400 pounds. The single-family house in Hyde Park is a bit more expensive, but 1000 pounds is also fine. Take it, they're all perfect for a single, solitary man like Mr Hastings."

Only now did the intermediary understand the real intention of the boss. The boss was planning to lose money and gain friendship.

Looking at his sluggish face, Lionel couldn't help picking up his cane and knocking on the floor in dissatisfaction.

"What are you still doing here? Why don't you show the information on these houses to Mr. Hastings?"

"Whoa!" Hearing this, the intermediary hurriedly collected the documents, then quickly bowed to Arthur, and then hurriedly rushed to the back hall: "I'm sorry, Mr. Hastings, I'll be right back. "

Seeing him go, Lionel pointed to the sofa opposite Arthur and asked, "Can I sit here?"

"Of course, please."

Lionel sat down with a smile, and then said apologetically: "Mr. Hastings, if you want to seek real estate services next time, just come to me directly, and you don't need to communicate with them. You know, Some new employees always lack business level.

However, as compensation for their work mistakes, I can provide you with some other investment advice, such as stocks, bonds and so on.It seems a little unreasonable to bet all assets on real estate. "

(End of this chapter)