Chapter 22: The Poor Get Rich

As dawn dawns, a majestic Gothic castle begins to greet the day in the vast countryside of Hampshire, 70 kilometres west of London.

The cook prepares everyone's breakfast neatly, the neatly dressed manservant irons today's newspaper in order to dry the ink, the maids open the gorgeous and heavy curtains, the sun shines through the clouds into the living room, and the calm butler Paul stands in the hall, looking at the busy waiters and maids, his eyes look at the electric bell on the wall that connects to the living room from time to time, waiting for it to ring, which is the signal of the master to call for service.

This was the beginning of the 21st century, the beginning of the standard daily routine of the British aristocratic Boleyn family.

"Whew-"

As the first night of entering Boleyn Manor, Arthur was tossing and turning, not because he was not used to the unfamiliar environment, but mainly because he was 40 million pounds to make trouble, no way, the poor man is rich, his whole person is fluttering, all kinds of ideas, all kinds of cranky thoughts...

All of a sudden, there's ยฃ40 million in one night, what's that concept?

I really can't wait to buy everything I want to buy in my life from tomorrow...

Now Arthur is completely trapped in the mode of the poor and rich, if he still has a sense and knows that the poor are difficult to get rich for a long time, maybe he will really indulge in the dream of the rich and unwilling to wake up.

Suddenly, in a very short period of time, there are things outside the body such as wealth, but usually very quickly, these things outside the body will disappear like the wind, and it is difficult to maintain them for a long time, why is this?

The simplest and most superficial reason is to suddenly get a lot, don't know how to cherish it, squander it willfully, come easily and go quickly.

In addition, I got a lot, I came quickly, and suddenly I felt that I was very great, maybe I got a lot of praise and was respected by people who I had never experienced at once, so I swelled, and my psychology couldn't bear it, so I began to do it, as the saying goes, if you don't do it, you won't die, and if you die, it will be fulfilled.

In fact, it is also understandable that when a person is hungry for too long and suddenly can eat enough, he will be ruthless, very ruthless, and so ruthless that it makes people panic.

This is a serious psychological problem. No way, after all, every adult's life is formed by the environment in which he lives and his own inner conception, that is to say, people will make a mental setting of what their life will look like in advance without breaking through the surrounding environment.

This kind of setting may be consciously self-conceived, maybe many people's conception is subconscious, and it is difficult for them to realize that they have this kind of setting, but it is true that people's lives are conceived by themselves.

After "getting rich", psychologically he has not yet jumped out of the mindset of the poor and his self-setting. Things came too fast, and the mind couldn't adjust to it right away, and deep down or subconsciously, I couldn't recognize the fact that I was rich, and I couldn't be sure that I had a lot of wealth, and so on.

When he first came through, Arthur was dominated by emotions such as excitement, nervousness, apprehension, surprise, etc., especially when he thought he was in debt, and he was not really aware of these problems, but when everything was on track, he suddenly learned that the assets he inherited were so huge, he could no longer be calm.

Don't laugh at him, the swelling, the unreality and the sudden psychological emptiness keep him awake at night, and even a little HOLD!

"Whoa... โ€

"Poofโ€”"

In the bathroom, Arthur wiped the water from his face with both hands, his eyes were bloodshot, he spat out the water in his mouth, and stared at himself in the mirror.

"Calm down, calm down, it's hard for the poor to get rich for a long time, restrain yourself YW, you don't want to die if you don't want to be addicted, you have to make money, make more money, such a good start, don't waste it...

If you can do it, just follow the routine of the entrepreneurial article, move forward little by little, let the money make money, and when you make a lot of money, how do you want to enjoy it?

The good days are still ahead, famous cars and watches, now they are all poison, they must not be squandered, they are used to living in the capital, living in a dream, and they are unwilling to wake up again. Don't die, don't dieใ€‚ใ€‚ใ€‚ใ€‚ใ€‚ใ€‚ โ€

Bang โ€“

Arthur pushed open the door to the terrace, and the crisp morning breeze blew his silk nightgown, clearing his drowsy head, and his hands propped up on the white marble fence, looking into the distance.

The green lawn in the distance and the various century-old trees dotted in between, the English roses in full bloom in the garden, last night's drizzle decorated the whole manor, decorated with fascination, and the vegetation washed by the rain turned into a pure color of "green".

Looking up at the dew drops hanging on the spider webs on the outer wall of the castle, it seems to tell people about the castle's long past, and the petals scattered in the rose garden seem to tell him to keep a heart that yearns for beauty.

Breathing in the cool and fresh air, standing on the white terrace, looking around at everything around him, Arthur's disordered thoughts slowly eased, which made him have to sigh. The environment can really bring people a wonderful mood.

"Whew-"

Exhaling a puff of air that had accumulated in his heart, Arthur patted his cheeks, raised his arms, stretched his somewhat stiff body, and then turned and walked back to his luxurious Dajiu, reaching out and pressing the red bell button.

Bell Bell Bell โ€“

Paul, the butler, who was frowning slightly and looking at the clock time on the wall, heard the bell ringing, straightened his body slightly, and then looked back at the waiter and maid who were already ready with an indifferent face, did not say anything, walked and waved his arms elegantly up the stairs, followed by the waiter with the newspaper and the breakfast plate, followed by the waiter with the small dining table, and the maid walked at the end, holding the white shirt and suit that had been ironed.

Knock Knock โ€“

"Please come in. โ€

There was a click, the door was pushed open, and Paul, the well-dressed butler, walked in with a smile and bowed in greeting.

"Good morning, My Lord!"

"Good morning, Paul. Arthur leaned on the head and smiled.

"The weather is nice today, did you sleep well last night?"

Arthur shook his head and smiled bitterly, looked at the waiter maid who was doing his job and preparing breakfast for him, spread his hands and said, "It's not good, I have insomnia." โ€œ

Paul, the butler, walked to the side of the wound, looked at the bloodshot in Arthur's eyes, frowned slightly, and comforted softly: "Don't worry too much, Earl, everything will be fine." โ€

"Thanks, okay, let's not talk about that, let me take a look at my hearty breakfast, to be honest, I'm still a little hungry. โ€

Arthur looked at the breakfast covered by the stainless steel sideplate on the plate that was placed on the small dining table stretched out on the wound, and as he spoke, the waiter smiled and took the dinner cover, and the breakfast was displayed in front of Arthur.

If British food is perhaps the most ridiculed in the world, it is because this people spend all their thoughts on good food on breakfast.

There is an old English saying that "eat like a king for breakfast, a prince for lunch, and a beggar for dinner." It could not be more accurate to sum up the British attitude towards breakfast.