"Hey, Feng. Mr. Pifil, are you alright? ”

Lynn walked over to the fanciful young man and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

Feng. Pifil put away his almost crying expression, and puffed up his cheeks, looking strange in line with the young man's surname. He watched intently as the attendants of the horse farm treated the injured mounts, but he did not step forward. After a while, he looked back and sighed: "Forget it, it seems that I am destined for nothing!" ”

Hearing this, Lynn also overturned his two speculations just now. It seems that Feng. Pifil didn't have a deep relationship with the horse, and the loss of the horse didn't force him to the point where he had no way out. He participates in horse races as if to prove something to someone.

At this time, the young man crossed his hands on his hips and grinned with bared teeth: "This unlucky man! Unlucky track! Let's go for a drink! Mr. Knatsky, do you want to go with you? ”

I had just come out of the café from coffee, and it was not even noon at this time, so it was not appropriate to drink, but I felt that this unfortunate fellow had been negligent in order to greet him and Dinah, and vaguely felt that it was possible to find an opportunity to cooperate in him. Lynn agreed after a moment's thought, and walked with him to Dinah's side.

"Feng. Mr. Pifil is fine, but his horse is broken and must be treated at the horse farm. We're going to have a glass of wine for Feng. Mr. Pifil was shocked, are you with us or are you walking around here by yourself? ”

"Feng. Mr. Pifil, are you really okay? Dinah said kindly.

The young man spread his hands helplessly: "Except for the mess all over the body, everything else is fine." ”

Dinah nodded: "Then you guys go, I don't think I'm suitable for the atmosphere of you men drinking and chatting." I'm here, and Mr. Shawford will come in a moment, and he won't be unable to find us. ”

Having said that, Lynn was a little uneasy after all to leave such a flower-like wife here alone. Dinah saw his thoughts and smiled mischievously, "Don't worry, I won't just chat with strangers!" Are you going to the café just now? When Mr. Shawford comes, I will go with him to you. ”

Since Madame had spoken, Lynn had nothing to say, but it was some distance from here to the teahouse, and he looked at the youth, and the young man looked at his horse.

"If you don't mind......" Feng. Pifil made a mount gesture.

Lynn didn't think much of it: "Please! ”

The young man got on the horse in front, and then pulled Lynn up and sat in the back, and it felt a little awkward for the two young men to ride together, but for the horses under their crotch, it was fortunate that neither of them was as tall and strong as Lynn.

Just after falling off the horse, Feng. Pifil was not at all at ease on the horse, and it seemed that the fall was not unusual for him. When he arrived at the tea house, almost everyone looked at him and ridiculed him, some people called him "the boy of the Piffel family", some people called him "German", and the tone was not without mockery and provocation. Pifil grimaced them dismissively, and shouted to the waiter, "Bring me the last bottle of whiskey and two more glasses with ice!" ”

After taking her seat, Lynn asked, "The horse...... Is it your own? ”

Feng. Pifil replied, "Yes! It was a gift from my father when I was born last year, a good horse. Now he must be disappointed in me! ”

The expectations of his parents were sometimes too much of a burden, and Lynn speculated, "He wants you to be a good rider?" ”

Feng. Pifil shook his head gloomily: "No matter how hard I try, there is no aspect that can compare to him. He was a top student in school, a cavalry officer in the Kaiser's Guard, and even now he is a successful businessman, and I ...... Doomed to nothing! ”

Cavalry officer of the Kaiser's Guard? This is an interesting finding. Lynn was relieved, "But you are still young, and you still have a long time to catch up with your father, so why rush for a while?" ”

The waiter brought wine and glasses, and Feng. Pifil personally poured wine into the glass, couldn't wait to clink glasses with Lynn, then looked up and took a big sip, smacked his tongue and shook his head: "Before the age of 16, I was mediocre in school, and I will never have a chance to catch up with my father; Before the age of 20, I was not able to serve in any army, let alone become a second lieutenant cavalry officer, and I never had a chance to catch up with my father. As for business, my god, my sensitivity to numbers is simply insulting. The IQ of the Pifil family, who helped with business a few times, almost didn't faint his father. ”

This is really a poor child who is under a lot of pressure, and Lynn has a strong emotion in her heart. In his original era, many children, including himself, grew up under similar pressures. Compared with grades in school, more than work after graduation, and more than career and wife in the future, it is really rare and easy in this life.

"It's alright, Sigfred!" Lynn called his name, "Who said a successful businessman has to be sensitive to numbers?" To be honest, I think that's just something that small businessmen care about, the real big entrepreneurs rely on intuition and judgment, and when they find a profitable opportunity, they have to make a decisive move, if you do everything possible to calculate the expected profits, the time may have slipped away long ago! ”

Two glasses of wine in a row suddenly went down, and Feng. Pifil was a little fluttering, and there was a shallow drunkenness in his eyes.

"Mr. Knatsky, you are not a few years older than me, but I am ashamed of myself when I see you. You must be a successful businessman and married such a beautiful woman...... You are personable and have an outstanding temperament, which is exactly what I have always dreamed of! ”

Lynn took a sip of wine: "But what you see is only the glamour on the surface, what about the back?" Do you know how many difficulties and setbacks I have encountered, and how I have overcome them with perseverance? In my opinion, there is no secret to success, you have to use the word 'persistence'! ”

Feng. Pifil poured himself a third glass of wine, held it up and smiled and said, "Ah, hold on...... My father also used to talk about 'persistence', he always said how difficult it was to fight in those four years of war, everyone was gritting their teeth and persevering, and the side that was more able to persist had the best laugh, if we could hold on for a few more months, the result would be completely different! We will still be able to live in our homeland without having to travel to Switzerland, mingle with a bunch of sophisticated bankers and entrepreneurs, and greet watchmakers and confectioners every day. ”

It's fine to keep such a prison at home, but in this place where the upper class is active, even if there are no British and American agents and spies lurking around, it is not a good thing to be heard by those with ill intentions. Lynn kindly reminded, but von. Pifil was already on the top of the alcohol, squinting his eyes and shouting: "What is there to be afraid of, they all call me 'Germans', call me 'Pifil's thug', they are jealous that I am younger and more handsome than them, they are jealous of my chic winning 7 horse races in a row, they are pure jealousy!" ”

They are all young people, and the descendants of the old German aristocracy and the military family in front of them are Lorenz. Bach compares him to a pure underage child, regardless of his city, his shrewdness or his steadyness. Lynn looked around with some concern, for fear that this guy would get into some trouble for himself, but fortunately, the men and women around him were obviously used to his appearance, and either hid their mouths and snickered, or simply ignored them.

Despite Lynn's dissuasion, von. Pifil's fourth and fifth glasses were poured one after the other, and each of them poured a lot of wine, and seeing that the bottle of whiskey was almost at the bottom, his face was red, and his mouth was already incoherent, and he staggered to get up, but his hand slipped and fell under the table.

There was a burst of laughter around, and the waiter in the tea house walked over quickly, patting Feng without being surprised. Pifil's face, calling his name, saw that he was really unresponsive, and helped him up and sat down in his chair.

"Feng. Mr. Pifil is drunk again! One of the waiters shook his head helplessly, for the man who had drunk himself in the morning was the only one on such a high-end occasion.

Another waiter politely asked Lynn, "Sir, you and Feng. Is Mr. Pifil acquainted? Did he commission you to send him back? ”

Having known each other for less than two hours, Lynn had planned to stay at the horse farm for at least a day, he looked at the drunken guy, shook his head and asked the waiter, "Can you inform his family to take him back on his behalf?" ”

Seeing that the waiters were hesitant, Lynn took out two 10 Swiss franc bills from his pocket as a tip and gave them a tip. Mr. Pifil had specifically told him that if he was drunk, he should not notify his family to pick him up, but only arrange a place for him to rest and wait for him to wake up naturally. ”

It turned out that he was afraid that his father would know, but his mood was understandable, and Lynn thought for a while: "You guys first find a place to let him sleep!" If he hasn't woken up by the time we leave in the afternoon, we'll find a way to send him back! Do you have the address of his home? ”

"Yes!" A waiter hurriedly took out a pen and paper and wrote the address to Lynn, apparently eager to get rid of this troublesome guy.

Lynn accepted the address and asked casually, "Feng. Does Mr. Pifil get drunk like this often? ”

"There are always two or three times a week!" The waiter replied.

At a young age, he borrowed wine to kill his sorrows, and Lynn really felt that it was not worth it, and he watched without saying a word as the waiters worked together to bring Feng . Pifil carried it to the back of the tea room, and looked at the glamorous gentlemen and ladies around him who regarded this as a ridiculous talking point, and felt that it was not his father who really put pressure on this young man, but such a living and social environment, and it was the snobbery in this environment that caused his utilitarian mentality to swell, so that he lost the direction of life.

After a while, Dinah and Baron Pat came on horseback to hear Lynn explain that von. Pifil had been drunk and carried to the back to rest, Dinah's pity was just right, and Baron Pat's expression, though always contemptuous, was a little less mean in his words. Later, Lynn inquired with him about the Pifil family, and learned that the old Feng. A noble baron of the Second Empire, Piffil served in the Kaiser's Guards cavalry unit, was wounded several times during the war, and was awarded the Blue Marcos Medal. For many years, his business had been tepid, neither good nor bad, and the Empire's intelligence network in Switzerland had tried to co-opt him for his own benefit, but he had sternly refused.

(To be continued)