"Fick dich!"

Ole cursed a German-language curse secretly.

He really isn't the kind of second ancestor who only knows how to lie on the trust account at home, play sports cars, and bubble stars.

The banker's life has always been very Grande, and the tip for the shoe shiner is only 50 cents. But every year on his birthday, he will give each of his children a large check of 10,000 euros to cultivate their financial concepts.

Some siblings like to take the money to party and go on vacation to the luxury islands of the Maldives.

At the age of six, he opened his first stock account with his guardian, and by the time Ole became an adult, the banker's annual birthday gift of 10,000 euros had snowballed to nearly 1 million euros by the time Ole became an adult.

He is omnipotent in the financial market, but he didn't expect to be stopped by a group of walking uncles and aunts!

"You've got to figure it out, I've paid for it."

He said irritably to the worker in the hard hat who was in charge of carrying the sculpture.

"What can I do? The crane was surrounded and could not be lifted if it could not be moved. Boss, I'm also in a hurry. ”

The construction brother leisurely bit his sandwich and smoked a cigarette, his eyes were firmly fixed on the mobile phone screen and the young lady danced, looking like he was not in a hurry.

He spat out a smoke ring and emphasized: "Construction vehicles are paid on a daily basis here, and this kind of thing is force majeure, not a breach of contract, if you don't want us to terminate the contract and leave." When the coordination is complete, contact us again. ”

"Can I directly lift it manually without a vehicle, I can add money."

"Lifted by hand?"

The construction brother sneered, and pointed to the statue of the old earl holding an oil painting magazine: "Do you have a concept, that thing is pure copper, and it weighs nearly seven tons." As I said, the construction vehicles can't be driven, and there is no way to force the construction. Otherwise, you have to find a way to break it down and move it piece by piece. Instead of being anxious in front of me, you should ask the city council or the police department. ”

"Shit."

Ole's nose is crooked.

He had already contacted the city council and the police station, and the council simply gave the construction approval.

It's just that this sculpture turned out to be a protected cultural relic, which can be moved to Yelena's manor, and it is absolutely impossible to dismantle it with air cutting violence.

The police station also sent someone.

The officer on duty had gray hair, and looked like a useless man waiting to retire after eating and waiting for death, and he was laughing at the big lady who was walking around to tease the cat.

People said it.

If the marching crowd shows aggressive intentions or obstructs the normal functioning of the city, he can call the General Directorate for support as required. Now everyone is just a gentle protest for a walk in front of the crane, and there is nothing he can do.

"Damn, damn, damn!"

Ole remembered his cousin's disdain for her, and looked up at the contemplative face of Count Elena on the sculpture in front of him, and the more he looked at it, the more unhappy he became, and he always felt that it was a silent mockery of his incompetence.

The oil-headed young man wanted to spit on the sculpture and relieve his spirit.

Spit up halfway,

He suddenly realized again that it was a protected artifact.

There were reporters in the strolling crowds, and it was a bit of a bad thing to get photographed in the newspapers.

Ole had to swallow his saliva back again, choking on saliva and coughing.

You can't drag it away, you can't smash it, you can't even vent it.

This 7-ton big copper bump really made him a little out of temper.

"What's wrong? Why are so many people gathered in front of the magazine? ”

Ole's cell phone rang.

He answered the phone, and Sir Brown's voice came from the receiver.

"I ......"

"I'm at the door right now, get in the car and say." The chairman of the magazine hung up.

The oil-headed young man looked around and saw a dark Volvo XC90 parked in the shade of a tree on the side of the street, and Sir Brown had just returned to Gritz this morning to give a speech on the inauguration of a new pavilion for the annual European art conference.

Ole opened the door.

"I saw the sign, didn't things go well? It's just a matter of moving a sculpture. Sir Brown asked straight to the point, frowning.

"There are some dissenting citizens of Gritz, there are not many people, but we have to react quickly and respond accordingly."

Oller, who is now not only the executive director of the magazine, but also the agent of Kruger Bank, the largest shareholder of Oil Painting.

Although he and Sir Brown share the same main interests.

Ole still didn't want to be too weak in front of the other party, and he didn't want to sound like an imbecile who couldn't even do such a simple thing.

"Oh, how do you want to react quickly?"

Sir Brown didn't eat his cliché of fooling people on the financial report, and asked calmly.

"Or else...... Have a meal with the Speaker of Glitz City? ”

"This year is a critical year for the local continent's election campaign, and he will not agree to such a sensitive period. Besides, if you want to lobby the Parliament, you are a little too agitated. Political influence should be used at critical moments, just a statue. Parliament has given the approval. Mr. Brown shook his head.

"What about the leaders of the unions?" Ole racked his brain to recall the words his father had spoken to the heads of the industrial entities at the dinner table.

"Please, Mr. Kruger, my dear friend. This is not a strike demonstration by American truckers. Grieze is a city with a very low degree of industrialization and cultural tourism. Do you think how many of those aunts and uncles are workers, and they will listen to the union leaders? ”

These schemes are too dogmatic.

Sir Brown shook his head in disappointment, and swept his gaze to the crowd of marchers holding various signs.

These uncles and aunts are like stinky shit stuck to the soles of their shoes, they can't be rubbed off, they can't be shaken off, and it's really disgusting to deal with.

"It's still a bit of an underestimation of the influence of the Yelena family's roots in the city."

The chairman is an experienced politician.

He is not like the oil-headed youth around him, who lacks sufficient social practice experience.

The probability that these seven aunts and eight aunts are spontaneously organized is very low.

There is a high probability that there is a mastermind behind the scenes.

Mr. Brown's gaze scanned through the car window at the crowd of protesters gathered in front of the crane, and soon settled on a figure of a young girl holding a sign.

The young girl also recognized the license plate on the side of the road.

Carrying the slogan "Kruger Bank get out", she leisurely walked over and knocked on the window, and passed a leaflet through the window of Sir Brown's car that had opened a gap.

"Citizens of Glitz unite to protect our cherished Oil Painting magazine. Old bitch Brown wants to sell it, so let's sell it myself! The girl said in a wicked tone in the presence of Sir Brown.

Sir Brown waved his hand to stop Ole, who was about to explode.

Instead, all the windows were lowered in a grand manner.

He looked at himself dressed like an old bustard in a European brothel on the leaflet, and next to him stood a Dutch window girl-like bitch, and his facial features and blonde hair vaguely resembled Ole next to him.

"Such an impactful comic-style satirical cartoon should not have been drawn by Miss Elena. Anna was not a good painter by nature, and her work always felt like there was a veil between emotion and technique. And this painting is too market-like, unlike the work of an eldest lady like her. ”

He commented mildly.

"I drew it, Sir Brown, your boobs are big enough, and your ass is big enough!" Elliot, the female secretary, squinted proudly at the chairman of the board of directors in the car seat.

She didn't wear the blue-gray professional dress of a white-collar lawyer at the shareholders' meeting that day.

Flower t-shirt, skinny jeans, silver coconut sneakers. It looks exactly like a schoolgirl who "just happened" to participate in a parade.

"Well, he's quite talented in drawing."

Sir Brown smiled gracefully, "But since everyone has made a decision to move towards a new era at the shareholders' meeting, Miss Anna is still the largest private shareholder of Oil Painting Magazine. ”

The chairman pointed to the protesting crowd dozens of meters away and made a sad facial expression: "Everyone is a passenger on the same boat. Even if you don't want to be in the same boat, you can get together and disperse, and it's too sad for me to do this now. ”

"Sir Brown. Our young lady said that a man should either choose to be a Viking or a moral saint. You can't jump on someone else's boat, throw the owner off the gangplank, and then talk about being together and getting together and dispersing. That's ridiculous. ”

The little secretary Elliot squinted his eyes and smiled at the old gentleman in the carriage: "It makes me so happy to hear that you are sad." ”

"Very incisively said. Miss Anna should really consider going into politics or something, maybe it is more promising than stumbling with my magazine. The poor royalist party in the European Parliament needed such a new blood with excellent appearance and public affinity, and it was not good that they would elect her queen of the Danube Federation. If Miss Elena announced one day that she wanted to restore the old empire, I would consider voting for her. Sir Brown was still smiling and telling a bad joke.

He just used an accentuated tone to point out the words "my magazine".

"What if Miss doesn't want to be a queen, she just wants the sculpture of her ancestors to remain before the magazine." Elliot whispered.

"It's just a sculpture, why be so persistent?" Sir Brown said.

"It's just a sculpture, why be so persistent?" Elliot asked rhetorically.

There was silence in the carriage for two seconds.

Both sides are knowingly asking.

It wasn't just a bronze sculpture, it was something like a flag. The sculpture was erected in front of the magazine building for a day, and the shadow of the old days of the Elena family did not always weigh on Sir Brown's heart.

"Well, if you're so insistent, then my answer is no."

Sir Brown shook his head slowly.

"Then we'll see you tomorrow. I probably should have printed a bigger poster, maybe you could have seen a headshot of yourself on the evening TV news. ”

Elliot shook his head nonchalantly.

"Don't think that you can secretly work at night, tell you, there will be people here to watch for a long time to come."

The smile on Sir Brown's face also disappeared.

With a calm expression, he said slowly, "The Elena family may indeed be very influential in this city, but so what. Can they stay here for a few years, as they did in the siege of Troy? There will be a day when the crowd will disperse, and they will stay here for ten days, and I will remove this bronze statue on the eleventh day. They stayed here for a hundred days, and I made the bronze statue of the old count disappear on the morning of the one hundred and first day. ”

"I can wait slowly, but any imprint of the Yelena family will dissipate into the jungle of history, which is bound to happen in the future. This is not my strength alone, but the power of the times, and any resistance is a senseless struggle. ”

"Is this your prophecy? All those who have been prophets in history have ended up being burned at the stake. Elliot looked into Sir Brown's eyes.

"The Magazine's decision is irrevocable, and if you wish, you can take it as an oath that combines the will of a saint and the resolve of a pirate."

Chairman Brown said in a deep voice.

Anyone could hear the determination in the old gentleman's tone.

"So...... See you tomorrow. ”

"See you tomorrow and say hello to Anna for me. Last but not least, the comics are well drawn, Miss Eliot. ”

"Excuse me, put away your hypocritical politeness. I don't deserve Sir Brown's compliment. I know you hate me to death in your heart. Elliot nodded casually and picked up the protest sign in his hand again.

Sir Brown nodded in return.

He waved his hand at the driver, the XC90 motor started silently, and the Volvo slowly slid into the underground parking lot below the magazine.

"Sir. I say...... They probably mean it. ”

Oller next to him was not as deep as Sir Brown's, and looking at the leaflet in his hand standing in the window on the street, imagine what this poster would look like when it appeared on the evening news.

The corners of the oil-headed youth's mouth twitched twice.

From childhood to adulthood, Cousin Anna has always done what she says, saying that she will fight with them, and she will fight with them.

"It's okay, you keep staring. I'm also serious, time is with us. There was no impatience on Sir Brown's face.

For the vast majority of citizens of the city of Grietz.

Yelena is just a distant name, and a new generation of young people has not seen the family's most glorious past.

Urban pride or something, most of them just hang on to words.

Anna's ancestors were instrumental in fighting the German army's eradication of "degenerate art" during World War II, and protected many artists. But these stories are a thing of the past, and no one is going to talk about them except documentaries.

The Yelena family's artistic empire had collapsed the moment the shareholders' resolution was announced.

The sculpture in front of the magazine is the last pavilion to be hung on.

How long can you weep for the grave?

Can you still bring people back to life?

What really worries Sir Brown now is the phone call he received out of the blue.

(End of chapter)