The clouds are low and the sky is gray.

Looking at the ancient tall castle made of gray stone in front of him, Zhang Jing thought of vampires and werewolves.

Instinctively, Zhang Jing wanted to reserve some silver bullets or lightning strike wood.

The train ran in his heart, and the two gates of the castle about ten meters high opened inward, and Princess Pei and several waiters appeared.

Believing that Zhang Jing was her blue-faced confidante, Princess Bei's originally expressionless face showed an ugly smile, "Welcome to the Blood Castle as a guest."

"Blood Castle?" Zhang Jing asked uncertainly.

"It's the Blood Castle," Princess Pei, dressed in a yellow down jacket and brown boots, explained, "There was a terrible battle here before 1625, and the walls were red with blood, so it was called the Blood Castle."

Zhang Jing was amazed in his heart, but he didn't expect that the big castle in front of him was already 400 years old.

Seeing Zhang Jing in a daze, Princess Pei said with a "pleasant face", "I have prepared a sumptuous lunch for you, as well as rich after-dinner entertainment."

"Thank you, I'm just hungry," in fact, Zhang Jing wanted to go directly to the yacht and didn't want to eat with someone he didn't like.

"Please." As she spoke, Princess Pei stepped aside and made an ancient invitation ceremony.

Through the gate of the castle, behind it is an open field, with a courtyard paved with gray stone slabs, about five or six acres in size.

Such a large area of stone slabs looks quite spectacular.

There are five Golf electric sightseeing cars parked next to them, and formally dressed waiters are standing by the battery car, stretching out their hands to invite Zhang Jing and Bei to get into the car.

"Please." Bei sent out an invitation.

It's very grand, Zhang Jing feels valued, is the fake princess now very short of money, and she must sell the yacht?

After passing the compound, the sightseeing bus stopped in front of the main building of the castle.

The first thing you see is the tall entrance, which can enter and exit two ancient chariots side by side, with antique decoration, quite a sense of medieval substitution.

Walk past a huge foyer with a gallery behind.

The general impression is that the corridor is at most one or two meters wide, and the castle corridor is five or six meters wide, and the length is not visible at a glance.

The corridor is about seven or eight meters high, and there are many antique-style swords and shields placed on both sides of the wall for decoration.

The ceiling is semi-curved, with a painted ceiling, which is quite religious.

The point is that the floor light can shine on people, and the hanging is a retro crystal lamp.

The biggest highlight, the corridor is not vacant, there are many cars and folding helicopters, at a glance, including but not limited to Lotus, Bugatti Veyron.

There are also four luxury cars covered in crystals and possibly artificial diamonds.

There are also some crafted vehicles in the gold version.

These look dazzling against the light and the floor, and the eyes of the scene are blinded.

Just like Grandma Liu's first time entering the Grand View Garden, Zhang Jingzhen has a long experience, is so rich, can enjoy, has a good aura, and has a good card!

"Is the wool business so profitable?" Zhang Jing couldn't help but ask, "I heard that the profits are very thin."

After killing the fake princess's family, Zhang Jing learned from Xu Jiu that the Montes family controlled almost all of Ireland and most of the wool business on British Island. Chinese Net

But the profits are not as lucrative as expected.

"No matter what kind of business is a monopoly, it is the most profitable," the fake princess explained, "although the profit is thin, the market is large."

"Impossible," Zhang Jing argued, "I know that some large monopoly companies have a very large market, and they lose billions of dollars every year."

Montes. Bei was asked by Zhang Jing, and retorted after thinking for a second, "As far as I know, even if you have a monopoly on recycling garbage, although it is hard, you still have money to earn;

With a loss of billions of dollars a year, there is obviously a problem with such a company, or try to change the management of middle school students, their thinking is cleaner, and they may have unexpected gains."

Zhang Jing was taken by Montes. Bei was speechless, and Unik once managed Leopard beer very well, but the means were not close to people.

Although the company has made money, it has also caused many people to lose income.

Enter the large living room of the castle dome, Montes. Bei took the initiative to take Zhang Jing's coat off.

"Thank you," Zhang Jing felt respected again, "Wouldn't it be too polite?"

"No," Montes. Bei laughed and said hideously, "We're best friends."

Zhangjingtou, Montes. Pei is most likely ugly and kind-hearted, and regrets that she should not have been labeled as a "fake environmental princess" in the first place.

"There's still a little bit of lunch, would you like a cup of coffee?" Montes. "If you don't like it, there are black tea and green tea."

"Are there any Western Spottooth antiques in the Blood Castle?" Zhang Jing has not forgotten his long-term ideals, money can't be smashed, it can only be antiques, "I want to buy one."

"Yes," Montes. "The chariot clock used by Alfonso XII."

"Chariot clock?" Zhang Jing heard about it for the first time.

"Tongdu Golden Horse-drawn Chariot Clock," Montes, who looks like a fake environmental princess. Bei beckoned to Zhang Jing, "I'll take you to see it."

The collection room is located in the master bedroom study deep in the Blood Keep, behind a row of bookshelves, and is well tucked away.

Montes. Bei stepped forward to scan the iris, entered the password, and the round heavy alloy door comparable to a bank vault opened.

The sensor light lights up automatically.

It is clearly visible that behind the door is a huge space with an area of about 300 square meters.

Not only is there a lot of space, but there are also many good things, including but not limited to oil paintings, statues of Lord Shiva, Buddha statues, crosses, porcelain, wood carvings, gold, silver and bronze ware, and so on.

"I don't understand," Zhang Jing asked Montes curiously. "You don't seem to be short of money, why are you selling yachts?"

Montes. Bei smiled slightly, looking hideous, "Although there are many antiques here, they can't be sold for 3.5 yuan small target, and the cost of holding them is almost zero, unlike yachts, which are too expensive."

"Why is there a lack of money?" Zhang Jing inquired.

"After the bombing, part of the family's wool business was robbed by the big people," said Montes. "I need money to fight the subsidy war," Becky explained.

"Great country" refers to the Xu family, Zhang Jing felt liver pain, if he helped Montes. Bei, is it considered to be against Wen Li?

Thinking around, Zhang Jing's mind was impure, "Compared with the wool business, I think buying and saving land is a good choice."

It is said that at the beginning of each dynasty, because the peasant wars eliminated a large number of landlords, the land was distributed equally, and the peasants lived a better life.

However, in the middle and late dynasties, because of the disparity between the rich and the poor, there would be serious land annexation, and most of the land was occupied by a few landlords, so the poor people had "no place to stand" and could only be tenants for the landlords.

Bully landlords such as Zhou Papi, Huang Shiren, and Liu Wencai oppressed the peasants to the point of desperation, and the peasants had no choice but to embark on the road of resistance and resistance.

Someone has a very bad conscience and wants to make Montes. Pei or her descendants also became Huang Shiren.

"Don't you know?" Montes. Bei turned to look at Zhang Jing and asked rhetorically.

Zhang Jing's expression was slightly stunned, "What?"

"The Montes family owns about 700,000 acres of land, which translates to about 2,833 square kilometres, and there are only 70,000 square kilometres in the whole of Ireland, and..."

"And what?" Zhang Jing asked.

Montes. Bei hesitated for three or four seconds and said, "This matter is a secret;

About 50% of Ireland's land is owned by less than 1% of large landowners, and it has remained unchanged for centuries;

Thousands of dukes, barons, and squires owned 25% of the land, 15% owned by various corporations, and about 5% owned by various nouveau riche oligarchs;

The vast majority of ordinary people own little or no land; Those who own dwellings, in total, own about 5% of the land;

In general, land ownership is extremely unequal, concentrated in the hands of a few, and it is difficult to buy new land, which is like a pool of stagnant water."

"Does the land smell so good?" Zhang Jing asked in surprise.

Montes. Bei nodded affirmatively, "It's fragrant, it's not that I don't want to buy land, it's that I can't buy it."