"I don't want to take pictures." Serra jumped off her horse and threw the reins to Eric and walked briskly towards her, "Didn't Mr. Rosehill come?" This also has his investment. ”

"Oh, I'm not going to call him, he won't go out during the day." Khaleda rubbed her arms at the mention of this man, "Don't you really think he's scary?" Have you seen the recently released Nosferatu? I don't think it's okay for him to be ugly, with a gloomy castle and a pale face... It's almost the release of the plague. ”

Her sixth sense was so accurate that Serra followed, "Your instincts are right, stay away from him in the future." ”

Calida laughed, thinking she had picked up her joke, and Eric, who was leading the horse to the side, gave Serra a few more looks.

"I don't want to take pictures, just cut the opening ribbon." Serra refused the photographer's request to take a picture of her, and when Khaleda asked, she only said, "Keep it low, I don't want to reveal my identity so early." ”

"Why?"

Serra smiled and said: "Keep a hand, I still want to do public welfare recently, just use the first pot of gold I earned today, do you want to join me?" ”

"You're going to learn from Mrs. Gigant for charity?"

"No, I just wanted to do something good."

"Okay, but we still want to take a picture together, not in the newspaper, I'll keep it at home."

"Okay." With a smile on her face, Serra and Khaleda cut the opening ribbon.

In the back, more than a dozen white-haired black slaves who had been bought back stood together in brand-new overalls, since they were arranged here, they were cleanly washed, there was enough food for three meals a day, and everyone seemed to exude healthy vitality.

Serra saw the child laborer she hired standing beside her mother, her little hands twisting her clothes, and she looked at her expectantly.

Noticing the look in her eyes, the girl immediately shouted something to her excitedly.

Knowing that she didn't understand, someone next to her translated for her, "She said she would do a good job, thank you." ”

Serra smiled and asked them all to stand beside her, and called Khaleda again, "I've changed my mind, I'll take a picture with my workers." ”

"Click!"

As the lights flickered, Sierra thought of the headline of the news.

【The laundry factory invested by Miss Khaleda officially opened】

Truckloads of dirty laundry were brought into the factory, Khaleda had all the laundry tools in place, and the workers who had eaten and drunk enough in the morning began their day after the start of the work was announced.

Before they were enslaved, most of them were housewives or migrant workers, and laundry was an essential skill, and no one knew how to do it, even the only child laborer who helped pull the manual laundry bucket.

The price is lower than the outside and the activity of washing ten pieces and getting two pieces free, a rough calculation of an account, Sierra still earns.

She asked Khaleda to borrow a settling steward to stay in the factory, and wrote down the price of the slaves she had bought and the money spent on them, and decided when they had paid them off, and began to settle their wages on a monthly basis.

"You're going to pay them a minimum wage? Don't be so generous. Khaleda said helplessly: "You buy them is the greatest gift." ”

"Just in case." Serra said the same thing.

No one present could understand what her operations were currently useful for other than scattering money.

It was almost noon, and the three of them, including Eric, stayed at the factory for lunch.

The master of the factory was there, and the cook who had been invited today made a little more beef and mutton broth, which Eric brought for free, and every slave who had a midday break could eat a big spoonful.

Knowing that her right hand was not very convenient, Eric kept giving her food, and Khaleda watched the interaction between the two while eating, and her heart was full of doubts, as if she had noticed some terrible big gossip, and her eyes were staring at Serra.

It wasn't until after lunch that Eric went to lead the horse that she found an opportunity to ask, "What's going on?" Not only do you kiss the merfolk, you are intimate with Mr. Rosehill, and now you have a leg with the Orion of the Tribe? ”

Khaleda should be the only one other than Annahi who has seen the truth, and she will always be on the front line of eating melons.

Serra said with a straight face, "I didn't." ”

"Really? That handsome bodybuilder is about to feed you with a spoon in your mouth. Khaleda hooked her arm and humbly asked, "How did you do that?" Tell me how. ”

Serra was silent for a moment, "It's not a good act, there's really no way. ”

"Okay." Khaleda replied boredly, "But I like your little mermaid better, and I wish I could raise another one from the sea for me to keep in the pool." ”

Cerrado looked at her twice, and then heard the shocking tangled words.

"I can also be doxxed and give a lot of money to the owner of the corpse house."

She thought that the male protagonists were perverted enough, but she didn't expect that the rich lady's Khaleda was also perverted in her bones.

After finishing the work of the factory, Serra saw that it was almost afternoon, and decided to go to the school again, and it is estimated that Lizzie and the teacher at the etiquette school are going crazy now.

Eric saw her off all the way, but as the two passed by Hawk Street, they noticed a lot of uncomfortable stares.

Serra's ears weren't so good to hear the whispers, and the sleepiness of the afternoon and the rocking of the horses beneath her made her yawn slowly.

Eric, beside him, gradually turned from a warm and approachable young man's face to a deep anger.

"You accidentally kicked Annahi while sleeping last night?"

"How do you know?" Serra barely broke free from her sleepiness and said as if confused, "I was dishonest when I fell asleep, and I accidentally kicked her." ”

"I know you've been sleeping badly." Eric turned his face sideways and said, "There are servants in your manor spreading rumors again, do you want me to help you catch the bad guys?" ”

Sierra hurriedly shook her head, "I know who is playing this low-level trick, don't do anything and let the situation ferment Eric, I have a way." ”

"Okay then."

The teenager, who regretted that he could not help, sent her to the door of the etiquette school, "Go home as soon as school is over, and don't stay on the street." ”

"Got it, you can go back." Serra waved at him.

Seeing her being ushered into the school by the teacher, Eric glanced at the huge office on the upper floor, and a figure flashed by.

His resolute jaw line tightened, and he rode his horse to the recruiting station.

He decided to join the army, which was the fastest way he could gain status and money.

Eric knew very well that this would not be difficult for him at all, that his strong body was strong enough to fight him for everything he wanted, and that the only thing he had to deal with now was opposition from his family.

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