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   "Mr. Adler, you are really well-informed! You even know our debts!"

  As the owner of a textile factory, Humphrey was noncommittal about Adler\'s investigation of him, smiled softly, then stood up, no longer sat face to face with Adler, but sat next to him, and explained.

   "Then, you should also know that the money I owe is borrowed from my friends, not from your bankers!"

   "I have plenty of time, I believe that after getting your money to expand the textile factory, they will definitely push back the deadline!"

   "So, you don\'t have to worry about these, I have a big business here, I won\'t run away!"

   Taking a light breath, Humphrey completely dispelled Adler\'s worries in one breath, and looked at him with a relaxed expression.

   Of course Adler knew about these situations, otherwise, he wouldn\'t dare to take such a big risk to borrow money.

   In fact, Adler had already conducted a detailed investigation on him before coming again.

  Humphrey Gilbert, the son of a jazz, as the second son of the family, after his elder brother inherited the title, he came to London with fifty pounds in his hand.

  He was not obsessed with life in Chengshi like ordinary aristocratic children, but used fifty pounds in his hand to buy five dilapidated carriages, and after some modification, he started his own car rental business.

  In less than five years, he already owned 20 carriages in his hands, and his total family property reached 300 pounds.

   Then he saw the development of the boat business, sold the car rental company, and bought a small merchant ship for three hundred pounds.

  Three years later, he suddenly sold his boat, and at this time his family property had reached five hundred pounds.

  He invested all his five hundred pounds in the development of the textile factory. In less than two years, the textile factory earned back half of the cost he invested.

   But he was still not satisfied, not only borrowed 500 pounds from his friends to invest in the textile factory and expand production, but also borrowed money everywhere.

  So, Adler came here after a detailed investigation.

   "Mr. Humphrey, why did you expand the machine so early?"

   "Will you sell it if you do this?" Adler looked at Humphrey, who was confident in his chest, and couldn\'t help asking doubts in his heart.

   "Are you looking for business opportunities like this?" Humphrey pulled closer, his expression froze, and then he suddenly remembered something, and said with a smile.

   "Let me tell you the truth! I am going to squeeze out all the Hanseatic League\'s market in London, so as to become London\'s largest woolen cloth supplier in one fell swoop."

  At this time, although England has always been a major exporter of textiles, bringing endless wealth to the English people, the consumption of textiles in the London area is not small at all.

  A city with more than 100,000 people, how much does it consume textiles!

   "You know that because merchants have always hoped to export their own wool and woolen fabrics, they have always ignored the city of London."

  At this time, Humphrey seems to be a general pointing the country, full of momentum.

   "Yes, the Hanseatic merchants have lower taxes and lower costs than us!"

   "But now everything is gone. Thanks to His Majesty the King, the Hanse merchants now have very little advantage over us, and they are even retreating step by step!"

   "I will force the Hanseatic merchants to spit out the market, and we will occupy their market!"

   In this way, Adler loaned Humphrey 1,000 pounds at an interest rate of 50% per year, a relatively low interest rate, with the textile factory as a mortgage for one year.

   After finishing this matter, Adler returned to his bank, no! It\'s the Royal Bank of England.

   "Mr. Adler!" "Good day, Mr. Adler!"...

   After leaving the bank, the bank staff greeted him.

  As the original owner of this bank, Adler is very familiar with it, and His Majesty the King also completely retained the bank staff, which made his work more convenient.

  So, towards the noble status, Adler started to get busy again.

  At this time, the French army that had been staying in Edinburgh also withdrew one after another, leaving only more than a thousand French soldiers stationed, and those who retreated were basically Swiss mercenaries.

  Dio Jean Coslander, a young officer from France, who was determined to capture the King of England alive, was staying in the tavern, drinking wine.

   One person huddled in a corner, occupying a table by himself, while the crowd around him did not dare to disturb him.

   Short black hair is messy, sunken eye sockets, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he poured glasses of beer into his stomach as if nothing had happened. He just wanted to get drunk at the moment.

  He just got a message that his proposal to transfer himself back to China was rejected.

   But his father was helpless. He heard that this was requested by His Majesty the King himself. He knew why.

   "Have you heard? Our Queen was taken away by the English, and now she is in the hands of the sick king of England!"

  A man with withered yellow hair who was as messy as a chicken coop walked into the tavern and sat directly at the table next to Major Dio.

  The waiter with **** and fat buttocks brought rye wine, wiped the oil by the way, touched her big buttocks, made fun of a few words, and then said to the companions at the table.

   "Tch—this news has been spread a long time ago, and now basically everyone in Edinburgh knows it!"

  A bearded young man on the table seemed to dislike him, and immediately hit him.

   "Your news is too outdated, don\'t say such news in the future!"

   "What did you say? My news is out of date, and you are out of date!"

  The man with withered yellow hair immediately quarreled with the strong man, and then it became the main theme in the tavern—fighting.

  Yes, it was the abduction of Mary Queen of Scots, which caused the marriage of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to blow up, so he was in trouble and stayed in Edinburgh.

  When he thinks of France, he thinks of those curvaceous ladies, delicate and beautiful noble ladies, which are not available in Edinburgh.

  Besides, I am not the eldest son at home, and my father will not make great efforts to pull me. I am afraid that I will stay in this ghost place of Scotland for the rest of my life.

   Thinking of troublesome things again, Dio raised his glass and drank again.

   Feeling almost done, Dio was about to go back to the mansion arranged by the Queen Mother of Scotland.

   After sleeping at night, Dio still felt a little dizzy. At this time, the servants sent a letter from France.

   "What? My father is dead? Campbell has inherited the baronetship!"

  The content of this letter gave him so much information that Dio couldn\'t believe it for a while.

   Immediately after he saw that this was a handwritten letter from his wife, a daughter of a knight, his eyes suddenly became blank.

   Looks like he\'s going to be in Scotland for the rest of his life!

  (end of this chapter)