After months of remodeling, the Hall family's ancestral home, Orange Palace, was given a new look.

The farm has specially planned an organic planting field for tourists to experience parent-child activities, and nearly 100 acres of garden lakes are well maintained and the scenery is beautiful.

In the evening, several equestrian instructors rode leisurely from the green lawn back to the stables, and the neon lights around the main building reflected the classical and ornate Victorian architecture.

The overall look is quite a hundred years ago, the tone of the extravagant life of the aristocracy.

Hall sat at the dining table, tilting his head through the window to look at the outside with satisfaction: "How is this place, is it suitable for an exhibition?"

"I must say that Orange Palace is beyond imagination, it perfectly recreates the glittering past of the Baron Hall family. History and art often go hand in hand, and any dealer would be proud to hold a grand exhibition here." Larry Gagosian's mouth was full of beautiful words, and the expression on his face did not fluctuate, and he inexplicably seemed extraordinarily sincere.

Hall took a sip of red wine: "You're a few days late, or maybe you can get some inspiration for opening an exhibition from the soft opening banquet that was just held here."

"It's always a shame to miss out, but I'm lucky enough to be the first person to have an official event at Orange Palace, so what more could I ask for?" Gao Guxuan spoke in a familiar London accent, and the corners of his mouth pulled and smiled.

Hall was stunned for a moment, then retracted his gaze and looked at him thoughtfully: "It's only a trial opening at the moment, you know, there are many estates in England that are gradually developing commercial operations, but not many can make a profit. Whether or not the Palace of Orange can succeed will need to be further properly managed."

"Maybe you can do some publicity, such as art exhibitions, charity events, film and television drama scenes. I'm very good at publicity, so please feel free to ask me if I can do anything." Gao Guxuan put down his knife and fork and said seriously.

"An art dealer."

Hall shook his head in a pitiful tone, "Actually, I've thought about making a movie here or something, but it takes a lot of energy, and what I lack the most is energy."

"Okay? I opened my first gallery in Los Angeles, so I have a bit of a network in the film and television industry." Gagosian was as loyal to the estate as Brandon had been last year.

Hall ignored it and asked jumpingly, "Have you ever thought about opening a gallery in London directly after this exhibition?"

"To be honest, it's a tempting suggestion, but I don't really have what it takes to open a gallery in London in the short term."

Hall chuckled noncommittally, picked up a knife and fork and cut a large piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth, and the old butler in a tuxedo standing in the corner couldn't help frowning.

"I've got some work to attend to, Mr. Atwood, and entertain Larry for me." The atmosphere was quiet for a while, and he filled his stomach and left the table first.

The old butler bowed slightly: "Okay, son."

There is overwhelming media publicity, 'Childe, this old English word, is now almost the exclusive title of Hall.'

Gao Guxuan watched him leave, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Larry, opening a gallery in London is an opportunity for us to expand our business across Europe." After dinner, back in the room, partner Texas Cowboy Lynch said with a serious expression.

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Gagosian intervened and leaned back on the sofa: "No, Mr. Hall is willing to use his ancestral estate to support us in opening an art exhibition in England, which is enough to pay for it. If we are greedy for benefits that are not proportional to our giving, we will become completely vassals of him. I don't want to be co-opted by any big man as a white glove with a glass ceiling, we have to keep a certain distance from him."

"Yep! We talked about this, the reason why we are desperately trying to climb out of the bottom of society is not to be a dog for others forever!"

Lynch subconsciously glanced at the closed door, "But we didn't pay a lot, and we even risked the same outlaw as an outlaw to help him kidnap his opponent to Africa. Is the matching reward just an art exhibition? And he, Mr. Hall, kindly offered to help start the gallery......

"Winter, winter, winter."

There was a knock on the door, and Lynch stopped talking and got up to open the door.

"A 1953 wine from Cheval Cheval on the Right Bank of Bordeaux, I hope to bring the two gentlemen a good evening."

The old butler Atwood led the two waiters into the room with a dining cart, waiting for the waiters to open the wine and set up various snacks, and he said apologetically: "Hugo has been busy with work recently, please forgive me for being inconsiderate."

"He will go to New York to set up a capital U.S. office in New York after graduating in June, and we look forward to seeing you again when he arrives. During the exhibition, I will be responsible for all matters with the two gentlemen."

Gagosian smiled and thanked him, waited for Atwood to leave, and looked at Lynch before falling silent.

A few minutes later, he picked up his glass and took a sip of the sour liquor: "If we had just accepted the benefits of opening a gallery at the table, it wouldn't have been the butler who had relayed it. Let's sort out the client list and get the exhibition done as soon as possible...... Then return to New York to meet our honorable Lord Hall."

"Fair trade of shit." Lynch said sarcastically.

Gao Guxuan emptied one side of the plate, and his fingers rubbed the "Hall Family Logo" engraved with gold wire on the side of the plate: "A few months ago, he was just a son of a nobleman, and now he is a member of the Council, a real nobleman of strength. If we can't catch up with him, we won't even be qualified for fair trade."

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Hall didn't know what his fluttering gesture had made Gagosian think, but he didn't care.

He has risen too fast during this time, and his every move has attracted the attention of all parties, and even going to college has become a solemn matter worthy of 'bidding, if you care about everyone's thoughts, you can be tired to death.

The next morning, Hall returned to London and met with the admissions teams from Oxford, Cambridge, Harvard, Yale, and Columbia in the large conference room of Capital A.

"We have the best alumni association in the world, we have the best liberal arts in the world, and our school is located in Boston, which is far more secure than some schools...... We currently have two Nobel laureates in economics teaching at our school, and you can choose to be their disciples......" Harvard's main admissions officer stood in front of the projector and talked eloquently, and the deputy next to him quickly cooperated with the change of slides.

They had originally prepared a dozen pages of tenders, but after seeing the Oxford humanities crepe talking for a long time, and Councillor Hall was drowsy after listening to it, he hurriedly decided to take it off the script, and used the simplest and crude words to make sentences to explain the main point.

Hall held his chin and bowed his head slightly from time to time, but he didn't care in his heart.

He is sure that he will "bring his talent to New York", and Columbia University is not only his alma mater in his last life, but the proximity to Wall Street alone is enough to overwhelm everything.

Today is just a matter of going through the motions, after all, in these days, England's emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, and he went abroad to study in the United States, which hurts the hearts of the people a little.

I'm mortal