Too much like Mr. Luden?

Albert's expression did not change at all, and he replied flatly,

"I took it as a compliment."

Soon, he ordered a few more things for his assistants to implement separately.

The company has a lot of business, and there is competition in different business lines, and it will have different voices in the company according to its performance and profitability.

Of course, everyone knows one thing, and it is Mr. Ludon who really has the absolute right to speak in the company.

After the fall of the Divine Empire, the Buck family continued to send talent and money to the small United Kingdom in various ways, and the company ate a large part of it.

For the Buck family, it was a good deal, and Todd held a 5 percent stake in the company.

Don't underestimate this ratio, there was once a nobleman who came from the snow, who offered more than 500,000 pounds, wanted to buy Albert's shares, but Albert refused.

Had it not been for Mr. Ludon's pathological pursuit of expanding profitability, the company's earnings on the books would have at least doubled!

After making a lot of money from each business, Mr. Ludon would invest the money he earned into more production.

Countless markets are waiting for them, and the money is waving at them, but anyone who is slow for a second will lose a lot of money!

After taking care of the lab, Albert took a nap in his office.

After waking up, he revised the next paper slightly, made sure that there was no problem with the format, and was ready to take it to the lord to revise it and publish it later.

If nothing else, the discovery is comparable to the Lane badge.

Someone else might have published these findings separately, and if they were published in the same year, it would be difficult to earn two Lane badges.

Albert didn't care about these little things, he just found time to do something that interested him.

If it weren't for the busyness of the company, if it weren't for Mr. Ludon, Albert would have been a little more pure than he is now, purely studying science, and making the most of his talents...

Laboratories, factories, libraries, orphanages, sanatoriums...

Albert's life seemed to revolve around these things.

The life of a company vice president is so boring and boring.

Soon, years later, the Lane Badge was awarded.

Albert won one of the awards, and the Lord shared the honor as the corresponding author of the paper.

When receiving the award, the generous lord spent a lot of money and donated £100,000 to the Lane badge on behalf of the small United Kingdom.

After all, other people win prizes to take away the prize.

When the lord wins, he directly recharges the prize pool.

This award is also known as the most valuable Lane badge in history.

True gold content.

Receiving the Lane badge was not something to boast about for Albert, and he didn't even go to accept the award.

However, the company has customized a number of astronomical telescopes, the kind of bells and whistles, which do not have too strong observation capabilities, and can only look at the uneven surface of the moon.

Because the award-winning paper is related to the movement of celestial bodies, the upper class of the fog capital naturally set off a wave of star-chasing fever.

By dividing the market, the company naturally got the biggest share of the cake and made a lot of money.

As spring turned to autumn, Albert was busy for another whole year, and there were even a few more gray hairs on his sideburns, and what was even worse was that Albert began to lose his hair.

Fortunately, he doesn't care too much about his personal appearance, even if he is bald.

On this day, Albert finished his work and settled dinner at the orphanage.

As he went upstairs to take a nap, he overheard Mr. Ludon and the lord talking.

"There is a ship heading for the fog, and there are a lot of artists, painters, sculptors... There is everything, it used to be the Buck family who funded them, but now the Buck family can't protect themselves, so they have to send them here in the fog capital to seek my protection..."

The lord was not very interested in this matter, and his appreciation of art was very average.

Luden continued,

"The most expensive painting sold for a whopping £55,000."

"So expensive?"

The lord was a little interested, and he was very curious about which wronged man would spend so much money to buy a painting.

Todd gave Mr. Ludon the answer,

"Mr. Ludon bought the painting."

It turned out to be Luden, the wronged leader!

The lord smiled, he really wanted to see what kind of painting was worth fifty-five thousand, and could make a man like Mr. Ludon spend a lot of money.

It's not very common!

Hannibal ruthlessly debunked the deception,

"The seller is also Mr. Luden."

Lord: ......

The price gouging belongs to yes.

Needless to say, Hannibal didn't need to add that everyone present knew the follow-up to the incident.

Mr. Ludon bought all the painter's works in advance, and then inflated the price of one of the paintings, thus driving the price of all the paintings and making a profit.

But there was one other thing Albert didn't understand.

He stood up, wiped his face, and asked,

"Mr. Luden, how can you be sure that your collection of paintings will sell?"

Albert was sure that Mr. Ludon had sold all the paintings.

He just didn't understand how Mr. Ludon did it.

"Want to know the answer?"

Ludon took a sip of wine and offered his own conditions,

"When the ship docks, you go and settle it, they don't have an identity on the surface, they need to keep a low profile, and by the way, help me find someone..."

The conditions were not harsh, and Albert agreed.

Ludon put his glass down and announced the answer,

"Unfortunately, the day after I bought the painting at a high price, the news of the artist's death reached the fog capital."

Albert:......

Albert believed that the painter was not killed by Mr. Luden.

There are two reasons for this.

First, murder is illegal, and Mr. Ludon does not do illegal things.

Second, the painter is alive, and Mr. Ludon can earn more.

Mr. Luton never misses any opportunity to earn more...

Soon, the ship that Mr. Ludon spoke of came to shore.

As Mr. Ludon had ordered, Albert waited on the shore in advance to meet the ship.

The value that the people on board can create is immeasurable.

Of course, Mr. Ludon also deliberately explained, don't give them too good treatment, everything can be done according to the normal staff.

Money corrupts the soul of artists, making them indulge in pleasure and waste their creations.

Mr. Ludon wants art, not an artist.

Climb onto the deck, open the door, and a foul smell greets you.

Obviously, these painters and artists, who had taken refuge in the fog and were destitute, did not have a good time on the ship.

The Divine State is in turmoil, and the strength of the Buck family is not as good as before, and it is already the greatest effort to be able to send these people to the fog capital alive.

There are a few bumps in the journey, but it's not worth mentioning.

Smelling the pungent breath, Albert's face did not change, he walked into the cabin and looked around, and asked,

"Who among you is Leonardo da Vinci?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on a young painter with a sloppy beard, and even the artist himself was surprised and didn't understand what the other party was looking for him.

Leonardo da Vinci was very young and did not receive much systematic education, and among these artists, whether it is qualifications, ability, works... None of them are numbered.

At least for now.

Albert stepped forward, took out a checkbook from his trench coat, tore off the top one, signed his name, did not write the number, and handed it directly to the other party.

"Mr. Ludon wants to buy all your works past, present, and future."

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