Mr. Müller, sixty-eight, as usual, leaned back in his favorite lap chair and played on his phone. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info His granddaughter went to school today, and on the first day of school, the little girl was crying and crying, and it was not easy to coax her.

It's only been less than two hours, and in the photo sent by her son, the little girl has gone crazy with her new friends. She stared at the camera of her phone, smiling to reveal some mutilated baby teeth and bright pink gums on one side.

She simply exposed her gums. Mr. Müller thought with amusement. He was already thinking about whether to cancel the dinner party in the evening, or just go there for a while and sneak home.

Two rhythmic knocks at the door interrupted Mr. Müller's thoughts. He hurriedly put away his phone and walked to the chair behind the executive desk and sat down.

"Please come in. ”

It was Lukka who came in, and he seemed a little upset, and a little inexplicably impatient. Mr. Müller thought to himself: I have to train this group of young people again, and it is not good to put the thoughts on my face at every turn.

"Mr. Müller, someone wants to see you. ”

"Is it someone I have an appointment with?"

"It's not. "Luca seems a little embarrassed," he said...... He was a member of the Hanover family. ”

The next second, Lukka felt as if he was hallucinating, and the chubby Mr. Müller flashed in front of him like a vigorous gibbon, and I really didn't know how he did it.

He ...... Where is he?" said Mr. Müller's face did not change, but his tone was a little agitated.

Lukka moved away, "This is Mr. Konobu Takagi from RB. He introduced.

A tall, scarred young man walked in. His hair was a little out of place, his suit was clearly uncustom-made, and there was even a bit of dust on his toes.

But on his face, there is a pair of golden eyes that seem to be able to seduce the soul.

"Hello. The young man smiled appropriately, that is, it was neither warm nor cold, and Mr. Müller identified the person almost instantly. He stepped forward, "Hello, what can I do for you?" and at the same time, he gave Lukka a look, who left with a stomach full of doubts, closing the door by the way.

The young man handed him two parchment rolls.

Mr. Müller took it, then walked over to the desk and put on his reading glasses. After reading it, he nodded: "This is indeed a promissory note issued by our bank." ”

"Cash on the spot, huh?" the young man's German accent is pretty standard.

"Yes. Mr. Müller stared at the young man, "but ......"

"But your bank has never honored a promissory note of this size, have you?" said the young man with a meaningful smile.

Mr. Müller was noncommittal, and he pinched the parchment as if it were a flame, and every second he received was more tormented.

"To be honest, I was surprised when I saw the amount. The young man said bluntly, "I knew they would leave me a sum of money, but I didn't expect ......."

"I didn't expect it to be £285 million. Mr. Müller said. He looked into the other party's eyes and spoke slowly, "I didn't refuse to pay. Please understand, I was so shocked. ”

"If you need time to retrieve and convert, I can wait a few days. ”

Mr. Mueller shook his head, "It won't take that long, unless you take it all out." He looked directly at the young man, "Do you need to take it all out?"

Instead of answering his question, the young man changed the subject, "You know what? Later, I found out that the decoration style of your bank was exactly the same as that of one of my ancestors' huts. ”

The young man walked up to Mr. Müller's favorite circle chair and gently placed his arm on the back of the chair, "Then I noticed the name of your firm again." As far as I know, the founder of your bank did not have a surname like this. I think that your bank and my Taigao Zu Cotton, must have some relationship. ”

Mr. Müller smiled wryly, "The founder of our bank is Cotton, and we usually call him Mr. Haberg in our bank. Of course, I know that Haberg is not his real name. ”

"Can you tell me about him?" said the young man's face with curiosity, which was mixed with a kind of filial piety and sentimentality, which made Mr. Müller feel a little sympathetic.

He held out a hand, pointed to the circle chair, and asked the young man to sit down. Then he walked to the desk and turned to look at the young man, "Coffee or tea?"

"Tea, thank you. ”

Mr. Müller pressed the button on the telephone, "Send two cups of tea." ”

The tea was quickly delivered, but Mr. Müller did not touch the cup. He walked over to the bookcase, looked for it on the middle floor, and walked over with a picture frame. "The founder of the Haberg Bank was Mr. Cotton, but he transferred the majority of his shares to my grandfather within a few months of its founding. He handed the frame to the young man, "This is a photo of them in 1900." In the photo, the baby on the right is my father. ”

The young man took the frame and looked at it carefully.

Mr. Muller sat down across from the young man, "Of course I have never met Mr. Cotton, but when I was younger, I heard my grandfather say that Mr. Cotton was a very remarkable man. ”

"That's true. The young man looked at the picture as if in response to his words, as if he was muttering to himself.

"My grandfather was in Mr. Haberg - sorry, I said I got used to it all these years. Seeing the young man's expression of understanding and disapproval, Mr. Müller continued, "Mr. Haberg was about seventy-two years old when he founded the bank, and my grandfather was thirty years old. My grandfather said that when Mr. Haberg first transferred the shares, he signed an agreement with him, in which we were to pay a promissory note that he had issued in his capacity as a shareholder of the bank. ”

The young man returned the frame to him and asked, "May I ask how long this cashier's note is to be cashed?"

Mr. Müller hesitated, "Don't you know?"

The young man shook his head, "The letter that Tai Gaozu left for me did not state this. ”

Mr. Müller sighed softly, "When Mr. Haberg and my grandfather signed the agreement, the date of the note was until the collapse of the bank. ”

The young man nodded, "It's like his style." ”

Mr. Müller tapped the table twice with his stubby fingers, groaned for a moment, and then said, "May I ask your real name?"

The young man picked up the teacup and took a sip, showing a satisfied expression. Then he put down his teacup and said slowly, "Why do you think that Takagi Gongwang is not my real name? ”

"No matter what color you are, as long as you have Hanoverian blood, you will never be able to use the name of the RB people," said Mr. Müller solemnly. He paused and said slowly: "The Hannover family and the 'Unkind Society' are blood feuds, and they will never join the RB nationality, let alone use the name of the RB people." ”

The young man smiled, "That's a good point. Takagi is just a code name, and you don't need to know my real name, because I have something more identifying than my name. He pointed to his eyes, "Since you know the 'Buren Society', you must also know that the eyes of our family members have unique colors. ”

Mr. Müller whispered, "I have not seen you before, you are the first Hanoverian family I have ever met." But the golden-eyed thing, I've heard grandfather say. He hesitated a little, then said, "My grandfather said it was a cursed eye." ”

The young man did not get angry when he heard this, but nodded: "Curse is also a fate. He stood up and walked to the window, "Just like good and evil, light and shadow, curse and resistance, always opposites, this is what makes up life." He turned his face to look at Monsieur Müller, "Sadly, life itself is a cloth woven with the threads of good and evil: our good deeds must be whipped by our faults, and our sins are covered by our good deeds." ”

For some reason, this quote from Shakespeare made Mr. Mill feel slightly uneasy. The young man stood by the window, his face bathed in sunlight, but his body was shrouded in a dark shadow that was impossible to see.

Mr. Müller shifted slightly, "In this letter attached to the promissory note, there is a mention of a token. Did you bring it?"

The young man walked slowly, and when he walked up to Mr. Müller, he spread his palms.

Monsieur Müller gently took a ring from his hand, and the jadeite, which was so green that it seemed to be a flowing liquid, still shone nobly in the natural light of the room. Mr. Müller observed for a moment, and then put the ring back in the young man's hand.

"Now that I can confirm your identity, what are you going to do with this inheritance?"

The young man asked curiously, "Can I extract them all?"

Mr. Mueller nodded.

"Such a large amount of money can be withdrawn without an appointment?" the young man's eyes widened.

"Normally, it's by appointment. But you're from the Hanover family and can do something special for you. ”

"You seem to feel at ease with me, just because I'm from the Hanoveres?"

Mr. Müller replied solemnly: "Because, up to my grandfather, our family has been the head of the Hannover family for generations. ”

Now, it was the young man's turn to look surprised.

"It seems that your family didn't say much about it. Mr. Müller seemed to sigh, "Perhaps to protect us." A hint of gratitude appeared on his face, "Since my grandfather, my family has moved from England to Switzerland and then settled. My sons, daughters, grandchildren, don't know anything about the Hanoverians. He stood up and walked behind the executive desk, "If you don't show up, I'll tell my son the secret before I die, and then let him pass it on to the next generation." Of course, just in case, I also wrote it in my will a long time ago. ”

At this moment, Mr. Muller's phone rang, and he made a gesture to ask the young man to wait. After about a minute, he hung up the phone and said to the young man, "While I was having tea with you, they had already finished the calculations. The pound sterling deposited in 1900 is now worth about eighty-eight pounds, converted according to the price index of the same period and the corresponding gold content. ”

The young man was silent for a long time, and then seemed to have made up his mind, "Please get me a card, unlimited amount." ”

"Okay, no problem. What name would you like to open an account with?" asked Mr. Müller.

The young man thought for a moment, "Ernest-August." Then, he added, "Please also help me get the corresponding documents by the way." ”

Mr. Mueller said respectfully: "There is no problem. ”

The young man laughed when he looked like he was about to speak, "You want to ask me where the name comes from?"

Mr. Müller smiled too: "You are really discerning. ”

"Ernest is my father's name and August is my grandfather's name. The young man spoke slowly, and suddenly a terrible expression appeared on his face, but he quickly showed a gentle smile, and the change was so rapid that Mr. Müller had no time to react.

The young man said briskly: "I am staying at the Weede Hotel, the card is ready, please send it to me." Is two days enough?"

Mr. Müller hurriedly said, "In less than two days, I will be able to do it for you today." ”

"That's good. If you don't mind, I'll take my leave. You don't have to send me so as not to attract unwanted attention, you know what I mean. The young man picked up the suitcase, "Thank you for the tea, and your granddaughter is really beautiful." His gaze turned to Mr. Müller's desk, where a picture of a little girl was displayed.

Monsieur Müller breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the young man leave, and he took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat.

Five days later, the young man, Han Nowei, appeared on the streets of Myitkyina, Burma.

It happened to be a market, and there were many pedestrians on the road, so he sat in the car and watched the car move forward slowly. He glanced in the rearview mirror, and there was a familiar and ugly face, although the color of the scar had become much lighter, it still looked like a few large centipedes, lying between his eyes, nose and mouth with its teeth and claws. Han Nuowei sighed secretly, although this ugly face made him painful, it could remind him all the time not to forget the oath he had made.

Thinking of this, Han Nuowei grabbed his mobile phone and dialed a group of numbers.

A crisp and pleasant Japanese female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, this is Tamura Surgery." ”

Han Nuowei said in Japanese: "I contacted you yesterday, my surname is Takagi. ”

"It's Mr. Takagi, hello, I found your reservation information, please wait a moment, I will transfer you to the attending doctor. ”

Soon, a male voice sounded: "Hello, Mr. Takagi, I'm Kondo." I'd like to make sure you know that your itinerary is the same, right?"

"Well, I'll be in Tokyo in a week, when can you arrange surgery at the earliest?"

"We'll do a systematic check for you first, and then arrange it for you, and it will take two to three days at the earliest, can you see it?"

"No problem. ”

The narrow streets are very crowded, and the ox carts and tricycles all walk slowly, and some stop when they come to a fork in the road.

Han Nuowei knew that it was useless to urge these people to rush to the market, so he slowed down the car. He looked at the bustling street market and felt a sense of sadness. Many hawkers with burdens on their shoulders bought and sold fruit and cooked food in the middle of the road, and the air was filled with a strong mixture of aromas. Bright yellow mangoes, emerald guavas, fiery rambutan, glutinous rice dumplings wrapped in fresh rice dumpling leaves, and boiling sausages and onions in a frying pan make up a lively street scene.

It's a pity that these buzzes have nothing to do with him.

Everything he saw in his eyes, everything he heard in his ears, and everything he felt in his nose reminded him that he was homeless, and that he was only where he was. Across the river is his motherland and hometown, and he has no old people to be found.