I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 199 The greatest weapon is the law

Xia Qingdai glanced at Thomas with a complicated mood, and this time she could distinguish his appearance clearly.

With a round face, the complexion is different from the paleness pursued by nobles, but has a rosy look that is often exposed to the sun. The nose is a bit short, and the face gives off a very impulsive and aggressive look, which is very Irish.

Xia Qingdai felt that the other party was ordinary and not particularly outstanding among the Western white people, so she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Of course, Xia Qingdai thinks that most foreigners feel the same way. She basically can't get the beauty of foreigners, and likes the subtle beauty of Asians.

She can only feel it if she looks like the young Leonardo DiCaprio and Sophie Marceau, who have unified global aesthetics.

She noticed that when Jane was talking to Thomas, her eyes and brows were filled with spring, her eyes were sparkling, and she smiled before she wanted to speak. This was exactly what a girl looked like when she was pregnant with spring!
In history, the two people fell in love at first sight, and the parallel world in the past that was affected by Xia Qingdai still went in this direction, but the time was advanced by nearly three years.

Historically, Jane would not meet Thomas until she was nineteen years old, but now she is still half a year away from turning seventeen.

I don’t know what attracted Jane to Thomas. Interesting soul? Seeing how he could easily make Jane laugh, what he said was probably very interesting - although Xia Qingdai couldn't get the cold jokes belonging to Westerners.

Xia Qingdai resolutely acted as a light bulb in the living room for a while, until Owen walked in and asked her if she wanted to visit the patient.

"Oh, go." Xia Qingdai stood up, "Let's take the pumpkin carriage."

"Okay." After Owen said this, he bowed and returned Thomas's courtesy. Without greeting him, he turned around and went to make arrangements.

The off-road vehicle cannot be driven today because Xia Qingdai did not charge it yesterday.

Xia Qingdai would always forget to charge the battery if she didn't turn it on.

The driver of the off-road vehicle, Sherred, was unable to start the vehicle at first and was so frightened that he broke down. After reporting it to Owen in fear, he learned that it turned out that this magical steel car needed the true god to replenish its energy.

In this way, he became very arrogant again. When he couldn't start the car, he would spread his hands with other servants and shrug with a slightly proud expression: "Oh, God is too busy to give this car a chance." The steel is full of energy and can’t be opened today!”

The pumpkin carriage was much more comfortable than Owen's own carriage. The two of them took the servants and coachman and got into the carriage.

Xia Qingdai asked him: "Owen, why did you rent a carriage to go out this morning? Don't you like this pumpkin carriage?"

The Lotus Tower needs 6 horses to pull it. It is too big and inconvenient. Xia Qingdai understands. But the pumpkin carriage only requires two horses, which is very convenient for daily travel.

Owen said in surprise: "It's too eye-catching."

"Oh!" Xia Qingdai understands that some people don't like to show off, and there are many billionaires in later generations who still wear cloth shoes and slippers.

"Then I'll get a more ordinary carriage." Xia Qingdai decided to go back and buy another model. Compared with the carriages of the 18th century, they were not expensive. The most important thing was that they had rubber tires and shock-absorbing technology, which made them more comfortable.

Owen tilted his head to look at her and said, "There is one in Floating Green Villa."

Xia Qingdai waved her hands grandly: "It's okay, it's a small matter to me."

She sells an eighteenth-century imperial dress in exchange for dozens or twenty vintage horse-drawn carriage models.

Owen looked at Xia Qingdai's energetic appearance, smiled slightly, and didn't say anything too polite.

It was too polite, and it was obviously unnecessary for both of them.

There is no one in the world whose interests are more consistent than theirs.

"Oh, by the way, Owen, I plan to invest in your uncle to open a law firm." Xia Qingdai suddenly thought of this matter and mentioned it immediately.

"Why is this?" Old God Xia Qingdai said: "Because our property will be more and more in the future, and we need to seek legal protection."

Seeing that Owen didn't answer, with a fearless expression on his face, Xia Qingdai smiled and said, "Owen, do you know what kind of weapon is the most powerful in the world of capital?"

Owen replied: "Your hammer?"

"Hey!?" Xia Qingdai was stunned for a moment, and then laughed for a while. It seemed right to say this, "My hammer is powerful, but there is an even more powerful weapon, and that is the law."

Just think about the legal teams maintained by large companies in later generations.

The rich people in China are not arrogant enough to become powerful, but in island countries, stick countries, and those countries in the West, the law is to let the little girls dress up as capitalists!

Not to mention human rights and laws, landlords and wealthy people pay most attention to human rights and laws!

Xia Qingdai didn't know what she thought of, she smiled coldly and stopped talking.

The smart Owen immediately understood the meaning and said solemnly: "I will ask my uncle to recruit more excellent lawyers."

"Yes. You arrange it. As for the investment funds, I will use the money from selling my diamond necklace. The foreign prince wants to buy it, so help me negotiate the details with him."

"Okay." Owen nodded, paused and asked, "Don't you like jewelry?"

He rarely saw Xia Qingdai wearing jewelry, as simple as a poor girl who couldn't afford it. The diamond necklace from last time was her first time wearing jewelry.

"Not really." Xia Qingdai shook her head, "But wearing jewelry doesn't facilitate my transformation."

"Oh." Owen silently wrote down, that's it.

Presumably the clothes will change with the goddess, but the jewelry will not.

While talking, the apartment where Mozart lived arrived.

Count Walstein left Mozart enough money to live on for a year, as well as a house that was due to expire next year. He was considered a very particular person, and left without anger.

After three doses of medicine, Mozart was now able to get up and take a walk. Seeing Xia Qingdai coming over, she thanked her profusely. And told her that the evil worm in her body had been pulled out.

He was really frightened at that time, and he pulled out the last half with his hands.

The servant who stayed in this apartment to take care of Mozart naturally had such an experience because he ate the same pagoda candy, and his scalp became numb when he recalled it.

This girl who could cure his illness without bleeding and just giving some medicine had been promoted to the level of a miracle doctor in Mozart's mind.

When Xia Qingdai heard Mozart talking about roundworms, she felt very sad and couldn't even imagine this scene.

Then she gave him a physical examination and took his pulse, and found that everything was going as she expected. It seemed that Chinese medicine could cure this disease.

"That's all right. You can take three more patches of medicine to consolidate the effect, and then you'll recover." Xia Qingdai took out a silver needle and inserted it into Mozart.

In fact, based on his recovery, it was okay not to prick him, but Xia Qingdai wanted to practice acupuncture, so she still pricked him.

After piercing Xia Qingdai, he broke out in sweat, and Mozart felt refreshed.

"Mr. Mozart, wouldn't it be too boring to live in this apartment with just you and the servant? I wonder if you are interested in coming to my house as a guest? I have many more rooms."

Raising an ordinary little person is not as fun as raising an awesome person like Mozart!
Xia Qingdai is willing to support him all the time, give him money, give him servants, and give him some material life he wants!
As long as he writes songs for himself!