Gu Weijing sat quietly at the table.

Holding up the phone.

Looking around, he didn't know where to put his gaze, as if it was just a subconscious inner reaction in confusion.

Finally, his gaze fell back on Ngawang.

After supper, Ngawang had fallen asleep again, and she was lying on her mat in an extremely arrogant position, with small gurgling snores coming out of her throat.

In an instant, he was a little envious of Ngawang.

A person can probably only have a limited number of lucky times in his life to make such a carefree, absolutely pure and absolutely happy little snoring.

Ngawang can always be so free and free, unrestrained.

After returning from the Royal Botanic Gardens.

Gu Weijing thought that his heart was stable and calm enough, and no matter what life choices he made, he would not look forward and backward, and he couldn't sleep all night.

Now he realizes he's wrong.

Miss Sakai has taught herself a lot of life lessons, but she will never be able to teach herself to deal with a mess of emotional problems like Mr. Sloth.

Healers do not heal themselves.

She and herself are a link in this harness.

Mr. Sloth said that dealing with feelings needs to be like a quick knife and know what you want most.

Gu Weijing felt that this was like holding pliers to pinch the fuse on the countdown of a ticking time bomb, no matter which line he put his hand on the red line or the blue line, he felt uneasy.

"That's right."

Anna leisurely picked up the colorful round cake macaron from the delicate snack tower on the table on the side and took a bite gently. Then he picked up a small bone-shaped dog biscuit, spread it in the palm of his hand, and fed it to August.

Happy!

The corners of her lips curled slightly.

When people are upset, simply talking to someone will also feel much more relaxed and light.

Miss Elena has tasted the fun of gossiping with her "girlfriends" for the first time in a long time.

Refreshed!

Anna doesn't know that the protagonist of the "I have a nephew" series in the mouth of the detective cat is himself, and he is struggling with it there.

She consciously helped Ms. Cat gain insight, make up for her emotional shortcomings, satisfy her impulse to be a good teacher, and chatted about gossip by the way, eating more than one fish.

Except for a small tuft of hair on August's chest.

Perfect.

Anna only felt physically and mentally comfortable, and her face was satisfied.

She took a sip and thought for a moment.

"Hmm...... I also remembered about ...... A matter of friends in a circle. Would like to ask for your advice. ”

Anna spoke suddenly.

The pleasant smile on her face narrowed slightly.

"Ms. Cat, can you tell me that you have ever been hesitant, suffering from gains and losses, and being afraid that you have done something wrong no matter what life choices you make?"

Gu Weijing was stunned for a moment.

Of course, sir!

At this moment, he is hesitating, suffering from gains and losses, and no matter what life choices he makes, he is afraid that he has done something wrong.

Could it be that sloths can't read minds?

"Can you paint so well that you can believe that you will succeed from the first day you pick up a paintbrush? Even if you sell ten dollars a piece of illustration online day in and day out? Will you worry about your future? Before success, I feel that the road ahead is tortuous and lost. ”

Mr. Sloth then said in his headphones.

"Oh, that's it."

Gu Weijing breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that Mr. Sloth had stopped discussing the topic of sexual affection with him.

He was not afraid of this at all.

After returning from the small fishing boat floating in the middle of the lake, he has a super say in this issue.

"A friend? Do your friends in your circle also have this kind of problem? ”

Gu Weijing thought that this belonged to the hesitation and troubles that only a low-level old hat like him once had in the face of success.

Mr. Sloth spoke and behaved as if he had rolled out of a pile of gold and jade.

The other party's interpretation of the old-school and old-fashioned elite lifestyle is not like reading from a book, and besides, such a powerful behemoth as the Scholastic Group, people can do it for themselves casually.

At various events, you can see great artists like Kazunari Sakai.

Even if there is a high probability that it is not as good as the top of the art circle like Sakai Issei, it should be barely a figure in the same class.

And the Schönbrunn Palace office......

Gu Weijing already has a rough judgment on Mr. Sloth's wealth.

in his heart.

The other party can live in a two-story western-style building with a small garden, and even go to a high-end restaurant every week to eat, and if he wants to cut a few slices of black truffles, he asks the waiter to cut a few slices of black truffles for him to eat.

Gu Weijing had a very bold guess.

This mysterious Mr. Sloth may not be a senior executive of the Scholastic Group himself.

Given the size of the assets of this leading publishing house, the senior management must be the kind of collar that can earn millions of pounds a year.

The other party used his position to get a contract for himself.

That's why I deliberately concealed my identity, and it was inconvenient for me to know.

Understand.

He had heard of similar operations before.

"Everybody has this kind of problem, and it has nothing to do with social class, it's just a different form of expression." He asked a strange question, but Mr. Sloth understood what he meant.

"That friend. She met ...... Well, in simple terms, you can understand it as some property inheritance troubles. It's about the disposal of big, big possessions, wealth that even she would feel overwhelmed. ”

Anna looked at her own reflection in the window.

It seems to be looking at yourself in the mirror.

So, she's kind of at a loss of what to do now. She wants to be brave, but she is afraid that if she is not careful, the hard work and expectations of the elders will be in vain. She knew she had to do something, but she feared that she had made a wrong choice that she couldn't turn back. ”

"Wealthy grudges?"

Gu Weijing gasped.

I didn't expect that tonight, Mr. Sloth found himself and had such an important matter.

Could it be the legendary feud of the wealthy family?

If a little woman like Kou Kou heard the classic grievances in this kind of romance, I'm afraid she would be so excited that she would jump up by now!

"It's a lot of money, it has to be millions of dollars, right?"

Anna pondered for a moment.

She didn't really know how much money she had.

The vast majority of her assets are in the form of stocks, debts and real estate, and it is difficult to give an accurate valuation if she does not sell them.

There is also a huge collection of art.

The Elena family's collection over the past 300 years is no less than that of many well-known art museums.

The city of Grietz is known as the art capital of Austria, and the Elena estate at her feet is the largest in absolute numbers, but it is the only place in terms of the richness of the collection and the most diverse concentration of genres.

Some of the collections are more than 100 years old.

The market value has also changed over and over again.

For example, when her great-great-grandfather bought a painting of Matisse, it may have cost only a few tens of silver crowns, but now it is difficult to estimate how much it is worth.

In the simplest and roughest way, the insurance company's premium is usually about 0.1% of the total value of the collection.

So......

Elena remembered that she had read a similar report that the butler had submitted to her.

About 2.3 billion euros?

"Yes, a lot, her relatives have just died, and it probably involves inheriting a family trust fund of about $12 million." Anna didn't want to scare the other person, so she made up a random number.

Gu Weijing listened to the phone speechlessly.

$12 million?

Is this the world in which Mr. Sloth lives, Anna deliberately said it to a small extent, but she was still a little shocked Gu Weijing.

This pair of Mrs. Sakai may be a huge amount of money.

"The Little Prince" may be able to bring itself a total of about one million dollars, but this best-selling figure and special share ratio are typical of shit luck that is rare in a century.

A high-paying illustration contract of tens of thousands of dollars is the norm for large contracts in the industry.

The same big shit, he needs to step on twelve in a row to be equivalent to this unattainable number.

And if it's ordinary people.

If their Gu's calligraphy and painting shop wants to earn this turnover, it has to operate from the reign of Emperor Wanli to this day.

"Actually, money is not the key. The point is that some of the seniors in the family business took my friend as an ignorant and innocent heiress and wanted to get her out of the family business. My friend has been very calm and calm outside. But when I met her eyes—"

Anna bit her lip.

Looking at himself on the glass, his chestnut eyes looked so soft.

"I know she's scared."

Anna spoke softly.

The voice changer worked non-stop, and in the quiet of the room, her voice echoed in her ears, as if there was an ethereal ghost echoing around her, as an indifferent bystander like a narrator on a theatrical stage.

tells her own story.

She was afraid that she would not be able to keep this family business, and she was even more afraid, what if the senior who was respected in the industry said that he was right? Whether it will really hand over the family business is the most correct choice. If...... What if she was really just an ignorant, innocent and naïve heiress? Squander the property left by their ancestors, and let their expectations dissipate in the night sky like a summer fire. ”

"Who can guess. What you insist on must be right? Once you have made a wrong choice, there is no turning back. ”

Every word was like a cold scalpel splitting her heart.

She was lying naked on the planing table.

Holding a knife.

It was she who cut herself into blood.

It's an incomparably complex feeling, both painful and chilling.

These words, these fears, these worries, all of this...... From the moment her aunt died, it had been piling up in Yelena's heart for too long.

She could never show fear and hesitation.

It was a weak emotion that should not belong to the heir of the Elena family.

Her ancestors were in the anti-French alliance, in the rain of bullets of the Thirty Years' War, against the roaring charge of the waves of the old Praetorian Guard and the whistling of subsonic chain bullets.

The name Elena was piled up with men's blood and women's tears.

A high heart is always more important than the title of earl.

Her surname is Yelena,

So even if she wasn't a countess, she couldn't be a crying girl.

But she was really scared, very afraid.

Children who lack parental care from an early age will always be insecure. My aunt was a very nice person, but she demanded that she should have a loaded shotgun in her hand instead of a tear-wiping handkerchief.

Anna's heart is actually as delicate and sensitive as Gu Weijing.

The only difference is.

GU WEIJING CAN LIE ON KATSUKO SAKAI'S LAP AND VENT HYSTERICALLY LIKE A COMPLETE LOSER, AND ANNA IS THE QUEEN, AND THE QUEEN WAS BORN TO LOSE SUCH QUALIFICATIONS.

She wanted to confide, but after her aunt's death, she couldn't even find a suitable person to talk to her elders.

Chamberlain?

The steward is very loyal, but the other party can serve her, but cannot be her own dependence, she is the owner of this manor.

If Anna showed fear, the entire Elena Manor would be in turmoil.

Aurora?

It's a cheerful girl with a big grin on the surface, but she's very smart inside.

Both parties know where the boundaries of a good friend are.

The other party could not and would not dare to give her any advice when it came to the main property of the Yelena family, it was an astronomical asset like a business empire, and the conversation was deep, and both parties felt restrained and embarrassed.

Ironically.

Growing up, all Anna could recall as a person who was close to her father's character, who came to her house, took her on a boat, and humorously told her all sorts of stories about the history of art, was Sir Brown.

Until I met the detective cat.

She met someone who could speak.

How's it going?

A person who is so shy and immature when dealing with simple emotional problems, will he suddenly mature when faced with life choices?

Anna didn't feel that the other party understood her at all.

It's just a genius like Van Gogh, as talented as Van Gogh, and as shy and unworldly as Van Gogh.

Anna didn't expect anything.

She only felt that she would feel much better when she said it, and when she hung up the phone and forgot her weakness at the moment, she was still the strong and calm Miss Elena.

Anna bit her lip vigorously and confided into the unknown distance of the microphone, like to a deep tree hole.

"You probably think it's ridiculous, right, a lot of people think this way, she was born with conditions and resources that most people can't reach in their lifetime, but she's struggling there, and I know a lot of friends around me think she's very pretentious—" Anna said with a smile.

Sensitive people will hide their true emotions in the depths and tell them to others in a playful way.

I'm afraid of getting hurt, but I want others to understand.

Anna was still sympathizing with other little girls just now, but now she was doing exactly the same thing.

"No—Mr. Sloth."

The detective cat actually interrupted her.

"It's not ridiculous at all, she's so pathetic."

"I really want to hug her." The man in the microphone whispered.

Anna's shoulders shook sharply.

She was struck by lightning.

(End of chapter)