At 9 a.m., after breakfast, Mavi took Unia and Communication, Daniel, and Edward to borrow a Frederick's carriage and set out on the road to London's East End.

Baron Frederick went out early in the morning, and together with Mr. Smith, Mavey estimated that he should have taken the blood of mercury to the second prince Shukry to discuss, and as for the result, it would not be long before it became clear.

"Big brother, look!"

Driving in the mist, the messenger suddenly shouted with a few newspapers: "A month ago, the Thames Morning Post mentioned the fourth prince Arthur!" ”

"Oh? Did he come to London too? ”

Mavi put down the newspaper and looked at it with Daniel, and sure enough, he saw a report about the fourth prince Arthur in the October issue of the Times Morning Post.

It said that the fourth prince opened an orphanage in the East End of London and rescued many homeless orphans, and this charitable act was also published in the newspaper, but the layout was very low and inconspicuous.

Since going to the Romanov Kingdom, Mavi has rarely contacted New Ross City, first, there is no big deal, and secondly, he is afraid of being exposed, so Mavi doesn't know how the fourth prince is doing, this time let Fat Orange Little Black return to New Ross City, partly because of the news that the fourth prince Arthur has returned.

Now it seems ....

It doesn't seem necessary anymore.

Arthur, the fourth prince, has returned to the political and economic center of London with his own efforts.

There was no other information about Arthur in the newspaper, and Mavi did not know Arthur's exact location and did not plan to go to him.

The current three Manstein brothers are not helpers in Arthur's camp, since they are acting, they naturally have to be realistic.

"Dad, where are we going?"

Looking out the window at the bustling streets, Yunia was eager to try and go out to play, but the carriage walked and walked, and she never reached her destination, and she missed several favorite shops.

"Let's go to the Hamletz district of the East 2nd District first, there is a good shop for sale near Whitechapel, and then let's go to the Newham district of the East 3rd District, there is also a house near the petticoat lane for rent...."

In the newspaper in Ma Wei's hand, he has screened out several suitable rental advertisements, all of which are in the East End of London, very close to the city center, close to the River Thames, and the quality of the housing is not bad, which meets his requirements.

Daniel was a little surprised to hear the East End, he got up late, and he didn't hear the communication and Ma Wei's discussion about the East End, but he didn't ask much, mainly because the first group of members they came to London on this trip was too luxurious, to say that the most unstable factor in the entire East End....

It must be them, not thieves and hooligans on the streets.

The carriage bearing the Frédéric family coat of arms crossed the Central District unhindered and soon entered the boundaries of the Eastern District.

Different from the luxurious and magnificent West and Central Districts, the houses in the East District give people a heavy and oppressive feeling, all of which are old buildings, clothes are hung out of the windows to dry, and the streets are lined with stalls with sheds, making the already modest streets even more crowded, where plainly dressed people are mixed and walked around, garbage is all over the ground, and there is a smell of excrement wafting on the streets.

No matter how luxurious a city is, there must be areas such as civilian areas and slums, and if there are rich people, there will be poor people, and if there are no poor people, how can we define the boundaries of the rich?

The East End of London should be accurately called an industrial area and a workers' housing area, only the northeast, but the slums of the London population should be the northeast of London and the south bank of the River Thames, which was rapidly marginalized and favelated during the Industrial Revolution, and the famous Flower Street (Whitechapel), petticoat alley and Newcastle Street are all in this area.

In addition to the nickname 'Fog Capital', London also has a name: the city made of meat.

The origin of this name is due to the serious social phenomenon beneath the surface of London's pompous extravagance, it is no exaggeration to say that in the city of London, there is a prostitute for every five women, and in the East End, there are one or more brothels on the corner of almost every street.

Prostitutes can be served once for only 1 shilling, and if they are lucky, prostitutes for a few pennies can also be met.

Ma Wei has seen the prosperity of West London with his own eyes, and he has also seen the dilapidated and filthy East London, a megacity that is torn and broken in his eyes, like an apple.

Beneath the ruddy and shiny epidermis is a dark and poisonous pit.

Hamletz district, Flower Street.

The carriage slowly stopped in front of a boarded shop, and the coachman opened the door and said respectfully, "Mr. Nicholas, 27 Flower Street has arrived." ”

The shiny leather shoes stepped onto the slippery and muddy road, and the men got out of the carriage and smelled a trace of rancid smell in the air, like the smell of dead rats, and it has not rained in London in recent days, but the sun has not been seen, and people like to pour dirty water on the streets, so that the ground has never been able to dry.

"Wait for us here."

Ma Wei popped out a silver shilling, and the coachman caught it, and said, "Yes." ”

No. 27 Flower Street is a closed shop, I don't know what it is operating before, the shop is all sealed with wooden boards, you can't see the situation inside, there is a small door next to the apartment above the store, without waiting for Ma Wei's eyes, Edward took the initiative to step forward and raise his hand to knock on the door.

Dongdong!

Winter, winter, winter!

It didn't take long for frictional footsteps to sound in the door, only to hear the door lock 'click', the door opened a gap, and an old man with a short beard and deep bags under his eyes poked his head out, his hair and beard were pure white, his bare skin was full of age spots, and he looked at Ma Wei and the others with gloomy eyes, and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"You are...," Mavi glanced at the newspaper asking for rent, "Mr. Hamlai Futz?" ”

Seeing the newspaper, the old man seemed to understand something: "You want to rent a house?" ”

"yes, can you give us a tour first?"

“... Come on in. ”

The old man let go of his body, and when he entered the door, Ma Wei found that one of the old man's feet was lame, so he would make the sound of rubbing the floor when he walked, and his clothes were sloppy, and the clothes were obviously ill-fitting, a few sizes larger, and the version was also very old, like a style from more than 20 years ago.

Dragging a lame foot, the old man led Ma Wei and the others to the restaurant, opened a small door leading to the shop next door, lifted the kerosene lamp on the table, and walked in first.

Ma Wei was just about to follow, but the source suddenly stopped him and said, "I'll go first, big brother, you follow me." ”

“.... Good. ”

There was not a single light in the shop, which was sealed by wooden boards, except for the kerosene lamp that the old man carried in his hand, and the wooden planks completely sealed the surrounding area, leaving only a small door to the kitchen.

Judging from the remaining tables and chairs around, this seems to have been a restaurant, the space is not small, there are more than 100 square meters in the lobby alone, the tables, chairs and counters are all there, wipe off the dust and simply decorate the door to open for business.

After a brief tour, Ma Wei was quite satisfied with this place, "Mr. Hamlai, I read in the newspaper that you plan to sell this shop and the apartment on it?" ”

"Disposable, packaged and sold." The old man said in a hoarse voice: "I don't sell them separately, and I don't negotiate the price, 100 gold pounds." ”

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Ma Wei suddenly smiled, this price cannot be said to be cheap, it can only be described as the price of cabbage.

This is London!

The capital of the Kingdom of Windsor!

How much does a 50 sq m, two-bedroom apartment in New Ross City cost?

100 gold pounds!

In London, an apartment of the same size would be at least 3 times as much! This is still a conservative estimate!

Now, a shop of this size plus an upstairs apartment is equivalent to a small building, and it only adds up to 100 gold pounds?

No kidding....

Either there are ghosts in this store, or Ma Wei has problems with his ears and eyes.

"Mr. Hamley, you have been putting an advertisement in the newspaper every day for the past week, although this is East London, but at such a cheap price, I am afraid that it can be sold in half a day, and the result is that the transaction has not been successful for so long, can I ask why?"

"Do you buy it or not? Go out if you don't buy it! ”

The old man suddenly became angry, pointed to the door and shouted:

"Get out! Get me out! ”