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"Mr. Adler, you are so well-informed! Even our debts are clear! ”

Humphrey, the owner of the textile mill, chuckled softly at Adler's noncommittal investigation of his own, then stood up and sat next to Adler instead of facing him, explaining.

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

"I have a lot of time, and I'm sure that after getting your money to expand the textile factory, they will definitely push back the arrears!"

"So, you don't have to worry about this, I have a big career here, and I won't run!"

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

Adler certainly knew about these situations, otherwise he would not have dared to take such a big risk to borrow.

In fact, Adler had already done a detailed investigation of him before he returned.

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

Instead of being infatuated with life in the city like most aristocratic children, he used the fifty pounds in his hand to buy five dilapidated carriages, renovate them, and then began to develop his car rental business.

In less than five years, he had twenty carriages in his hands, and his total fortune had reached three hundred pounds.

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

Three years later, he abruptly sold his ship, and by this time his fortune had reached five hundred pounds.

He invested all his £500 in the development of the mill, which in less than two years had recouped half of the cost he had invested.

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

So, Adler came here after a detailed investigation.

"Mr. Humphrey, I wonder why you expanded the machine sooner?"

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

"Are you looking for a business opportunity?" Humphrey looked closer, his expression frozen, and then suddenly he remembered something and smiled.

"Let me tell you the truth! I was ready to squeeze out the Hanseatic market in London and become the largest supplier of wool in London 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 of more than 100,000 people, how big is its consumption of textiles!

"You know, because the merchants had been hoping to export their wool and woollen wool, but they had neglected the city of London."

At this time, Humphrey seemed to be a general who pointed out the country, full of momentum.

"Yes, the Hanseatic merchants have very low taxes and lower costs than we do!"

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

"I'm going to force the Hanseatic merchants to spit out the market, and we'll take their market!"

In this way, Adler lent Humphrey £1,000 for a year, at the rate of fifty per cent per annum, a relatively low rate of interest, for a period of one year, with the mill as collateral.

After this business, Adler went back to his bank, no! It is the Crown Bank of England.

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

When he left the bank, the bank clerk greeted him.

Adler was familiar with the original owner of the bank, and His Majesty had kept the bankers in place, making his work easier.

So, towards nobility, Adler began 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 1,000 French soldiers stationed, and the retreat was basically Swiss mercenaries.

Dio. Let. Coslant, a young officer from France, a man determined to capture the King of England alive, was in the tavern, drinking.

One person huddled in the corner, occupying a table alone, while the crowd around him did not dare to come and disturb half a minute.

With short black hair messy, deep-set eyes, and a mocking smile at the corners of his mouth, he just wanted to get drunk at the moment.

He had just received the news that his proposal to repatriate himself to the country had been rejected.

And his father could not do anything, hearing that this was requested by His Majesty the King himself, he knew what the reason was.

"Did you hear that? Our Majesty has been taken captive by the English, and is now in the hands of that sick king of England! ”

A man with sleek yellow hair and a mess like a chicken's coop walked into the tavern and sat down directly at a table next to Major Theo.

The waiter with the big breasts and fat buttocks brought rye wine, rubbed the oil by the way, touched her big buttocks, laughed a few words, and then said to a table of companions.

"Cut - the news has been out for a long time, and now basically everyone in Edinburgh knows about it!"

A scumbag-faced young man on the table seemed to look at him unpleasantly, and immediately struck.

"Your news is too outdated, don't say anything like this in the future!"

"What do you say? My message is outdated, you are outdated! ”

The yellow-haired man immediately quarreled with the strong man, and then it became the main theme in the tavern - fighting.

That's right, it was the kidnapping of Mary Queen of Scots that caused the marriage of Her Royal Highness the Crown Prince to be blown up, so he touched his head and stayed in Edinburgh.

When he thinks of France, he thinks of the graceful ladies and the delicate and beautiful aristocratic ladies, which are not found in Edinburgh.

And he is not the eldest son at home, and his father will not make a big effort to pull him, I am afraid that he will stay in this ghost place of Scotland for the rest of his life.

Remembering his troubles again, Dio raised his glass and drank again.

It feels almost over, and Dio is ready to go back, the mansion arranged for him by the Queen Mother of Scotland.

After sleeping at night, Dio felt a little dizzy, when the servants brought a letter from France.

"What? My father died? Campbell inherited the baron! ”

The contents of the letter were so informative to him that for a moment Dio was a little unconvinced.

Then he saw that it was a letter from his wife, the daughter of a knight, and his eyes suddenly became empty.

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