England, in an 800-year-old castle in the forest.

A young Western man in a black robe and high boots sits at a table and sipps afternoon tea.

There is a hint of nobility in the man's gestures, this is a real English gentleman.

"Why hasn't my well-behaved daughter come to visit her father yet?" said the man with his teacup in his hand.

There was a sound of rattling from the depths of the castle.

"My dear friend, why have you come to see me? It's ......"

The man who came in was holding a little girl's red cape in his hand.

"Look at this. The best friend handed the Dark Lord a cell phone.

The Dark Lord pursed his lips slightly: "There are really a lot of new things in the secular world now. Derek?"

The man stared at the phone video, and the smile on his lips gradually froze.

"My Mary, dead?" said the Dark Lord in shock, his hand crumpling the phone into slag in anger!

"No, who is this Oriental?!" the Dark Lord asked angrily.

"Huaxia, Jiang Ming. ”

The Dark Lord calmed down for a moment, and finally an evil smile appeared on his face: "I think I should invite this Mr. Dongfang to my castle for afternoon tea." ”

This video was retrieved from the surveillance of the Evil Alliance, which is considered a secret of the upper echelons of Europe and is strictly forbidden to be leaked.

However, the underworld still got the video.

When everyone thought that night must be a fierce battle, they were stunned when they saw the video.

This is not a battle, this is a one-sided slaughter!

When they saw that Jiang Ming actually killed Derek, the leader of the Evil Alliance, with one finger, everyone fell silent.

What a crazy Oriental.

One of the superpowers' body trembled a little and said, "I seem to have seen how the Dark Lord will kill this easterner. ”

He killed the lord's most faithful servants, as well as his daughter.

……

Not long after Jiang Ming went back, he received news from McGalley.

The Lancaster family agreed, and asked Jiang Ming to write a biography at a price of 200,000 pounds.

Jiang Ming sighed twice, he was really inexplicably persistent......

The next afternoon, Jiang Ming and Hua Tiangang saw the Lancaster family's car come to the hotel and pick them up and take them to the castle.

Tang Guo and Qiu Shuisheng, who were staying in the same hotel with them, could see it clearly.

Tang Guo looked at it with a blank eye and said, "I heard Mr. Jiang say that it was the Lancaster family who invited him to help write a biography. ”

A hint of envy flashed in Qiu Shuisheng's eyes.

This kind of aristocrat of England actually invited Jiang Ming to write a biography, and specially sent a luxury car to pick him up. If it's him, there's no problem even if it's free.

Tang Guo pouted and said, "Brother Qiu, if you weren't so arrogant, you would have known Mr. Jiang a long time ago." ”

Now, many European publishing companies have rejected the manuscript directly, do they want to come for nothing?

Qiu Shuisheng's face turned pale.

They had already taken the car to the castle, and as soon as they stepped into the territory of the Lancaster family, Jiang Ming, who had been closing his eyes and recuperating his mind, opened his eyes slightly and looked around with interest.

The Lancaster family sits on tens of thousands of acres of land, and behind the castle is a large forest, evergreen.

Hua Tiangang's expression was slightly awe-inspiring: "Master, it's ...... outside."

I felt the breath of a lot of superpowers.

Jiang Ming said lazily: "Don't care. ”

Recently, whether in the secular world or the underground world, Jiang Ming has been a topic of conversation. How many warriors of the underworld waited to see how he was killed by the Dark Lord.

The car finally drove into the castle.

When they got out of the car, they saw a handsome young Western man in a formal suit.

The man stepped forward and spoke in a tone with an epilogue: "Mr. J, I'm John Lancaster, and I'm honored to meet you." ”

John looked at Jiang Ming carefully, this is a very ordinary Chinese writer.

Oh, I don't know where he got the courage to offer their family two thousand pounds.

John often goes to China and has contacts with many people in the Chinese literary world.

This was the first time John had met a Chinese writer who loved money so much.

Jiang Ming nodded: "Well, hello." ”

John looked at Jiang Ming's calm expression, and his heart became more and more surprised.

Didn't he know about their family's prominence in England?

How many sons and daughters of famous families in China have to please him, but this Jiang Ming only treats him as an ordinary person?

John took them in.

Every twenty years, the Lancaster family asks the most popular writer to write a biography for the family, and this time it was Jiang Ming's turn.

After Jiang Ming entered, several family members received him.

John took Jiang Ming and Hua Tiangang to visit their magnificent castle and said, "Mr.J, I hope you can write our family very grandiosely. ”

Jiang Ming nodded lightly.

Jiang Ming followed John to the third floor of the castle, where he could look down on everything around him.

Hua Tiangang's face changed slightly: "That's ......"

John looked over and said proudly, "That's the castle of our Lancaster ancestors, on the outskirts of the forest. ”

John seemed to remember something, and said with a twinkle in his eyes: "Mr. J, I think you can write the history of my family as well, and Job Lancaster is the master of that castle, and he is the best member of the family, with countless gold and silver treasures, many beautiful women of England, and thousands of citizens are his servants. Father said he lived for more than two hundred years. ”

Of course, he didn't believe this last sentence, but the biography needed to be mythical to make them more mysterious.

"I think it's important for Mr. J to include this Lancaster hero in his biography as well, and you write him as a mythical figure, and that's why our family is so glorious to this day. John was a little excited, eager to dictate the content himself and let Jiang Mingrun write it down.

Jiang Ming said indifferently: "I create, I don't need anyone to guide me." ”

The main purpose of this visit is to see the family, listen to their recent deeds, and then he will start writing.

John's smile stiffened on his face, and he said with some disbelief: "What do you say, dear Mr. Huaxia? Am I not qualified to ask you to write that? Do you remember the twenty-thousand pounds we paid you?"

Jiang Ming nodded: "Of course." ”

John was shocked and said, "Sir, you have received money from our family, why are you not willing to work hard?" ”

Jiang Ming glanced at it and swept over John like a neuropath.

"I don't want to ruin my pen name. Jiang Ming said indifferently.

John's heart suddenly burst into flames, this guy took the money and didn't do anything, and his attitude was so arrogant?

He was in England, and he had a good relationship with the royal princes and princesses, when did he suffer such a cold reception?

John's face froze: "If Mr. J is not willing to write this, you can leave the Lancaster Family Castle." But," John's lips curled slightly, revealing a wicked smile, "from this day onwards, all of your books in Europe will probably be taken off the shelves." ”

John was immensely confident because he was the most favored member of the Lancaster family.

He had to deal with a little Oriental writer as easily as pinching an ant to death.

Hua Tiangang's face was slightly gloomy, and he couldn't wait to kill this kid who didn't know the height of the sky with one palm!

John crossed his hands over his chest, looked at the eight-hundred-year-old castle in the distance, and said confidently: "I don't know if Mr. J are you still ready to leave?"

He has this self-confidence.

If he dares to go, he will dare to cut off the source of all his wealth.

The arrogance of the Chinese literati can only be crushed by him here.

Jiang Ming said indifferently: "Next time, please ask me to write a biography for you, less than one million pounds will not be accepted." ”

After Jiang Ming finished speaking, he turned around and left the third floor.

John was dumbfounded and looked at Jiang Ming's departing figure. Is this person crazy?

Also a million pounds?

Does he think he is still qualified to mix in the European literary scene?

John came back to his senses and chased after him, and he demanded that Jiang Ming apologize to him immediately.

Suddenly, an old man in a black tuxedo walked in and bowed deeply to Jiang Ming gentlemanly: "Mr. Jiang, the lord invites you to the castle to enjoy the most English afternoon tea. ”

In the hall, everyone's faces changed drastically.

John was even more surprised: "The lord of the eight-hundred-year-old castle in the forest?"

Isn't the castle empty and uninhabited?

Who can live to be more than two hundred years old?

It's incredible!

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