Chapter 54: I have a project that can make a lot of money

Tonight it was foggy, and the street lamps shone on the puddles on the road, reflecting a misty light.

Yu Lian held an umbrella and carried a fat bird on his shoulder, walking on the way back to Fugai's apartment.

"Your boss has a crush on you?"

"My dear friend, you must have misunderstood."

"Goo!"

The fat owl tilted its neck and pecked at Yu Lian's ear.

"I can swear to you that I only have the queen in my heart, and I can't tolerate other women!" Yu Lian said solemnly.

"Goo!"

The fat owl pecked harder.

"Ah, it hurts! Damn, let go, I'll roast you if you don't let go......"

A man and a bird fought and walked through the rain curtain.

The orange-yellow gas streetlamps flowed in the lead-gray mist, like a flowing river of light.

"Hey, Yu Lian......"

"What?"

"Hurry up and become a human being."

"I'm already trying."

"It's not enough, hurry up, can you bear to see the queen starve with you?"

"No, Fat Bird, she's your queen, and you have to work hard."

"Look over there."

"See what?"

Yu Lian stopped suddenly, his gaze swept over the busy intersection of the street.

In the early days of the Industrial Revolution, the city of London could only be described as "bad", but here it is different.

It is a bustling place, with neat and clean houses on both sides, Gothic-style medieval buildings that appear harmoniously in the middle of the arcades of the streets, and ornate reliefs on the white walls that are artistic even at night.

- Whitehall Street.

The center of the whole country.

This half-mile-long street connects the Capitol to Downing Street, where the Prime Minister's official residence is located.

To the north is the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of Defence, as well as several government offices such as the Supreme Court of Great Britain and the Navy Headquarters. Further south, there is Westminster Abbey and St Margaret's Church, the holy sites of Protestantism.

Politically and religiously, it is the heart of Great Britain.

The owl wants to see at 4 Whitehall Street, commonly known as the London Metropolitan Police Headquarters in Scotland Yard.

The brightly lit, red-carpeted gate, with the police lined up like guards.

The carriage left one group and another group came, followed by attendants in red clothes and flowered hats.

Most of the men who came out of the carriage wore medals and ribbons, and the ladies and ladies dressed in satin dresses carefully stepped on the steps laid down by the carriage and walked quickly and gracefully across the red carpet.

The ladies and ladies wore sparkling diamond and pearl jewelry on their bare arms and necks.

Beside Yu Lian, a fragrant woman just got out of the carriage.

The smell of perfume made of verbena and butterfly flowers emanated from her body made men get drunk and itch.

"Oh, my dear Julien, did you see that?"

"See."

The men and women of the upper class are all dressed and fragrant, and they are full of style.

"Do you have any thoughts?"

I rolled my eyes.

“…… I want to strangle you! My dear Xiaolian, please listen to me: social resources are always limited, good things have to be robbed, and only the weak will sit and wait for distribution. You have to make yourself more unscrupulous......"

The fat owl fluttered on his shoulders, like a passionate MLM leader.

Julien quickened his pace and walked through Whitehall Street with a blank face.

Away from the center of power, the density of streetlights on both sides of the street plummeted, and the city began to darken.

Further on, across Westminster Bridge, which crosses the River Thames, you will reach London's most densely populated East End.

If Fulham, Chelsea and other areas in the West End are traditionally wealthy, then East London is recognized as a slum.

Compared to the bustling cleanliness of Whitehall Street, the East End is like a gutter.

The streets here are dirty, dilapidated, and narrow.

The houses are old and the inhabitants are destitute.

Most of the pedestrians on the road are arms crossed, hunched over, walking dodgy, and their expressions are spiritless.

The gutters are blocked, the stench is unpleasant, and rats are running around on the wet pavement.

In the six months since he came to London, he has long found that the world's largest city is full of irreconcilable contradictions.

prosperous, rich, developed, clean and noble;

Unemployment, poverty, violence, unrest.

Behind the duplicity of London is brutal exploitation – occultists to ordinary people, politicians to ordinary people, capitalists to ordinary people.

"Hey, Yu Lian, you stop me!"

The owl screamed in his ear, and Yu Lian had no choice but to stop in front of Westminster Bridge.

Behind him the glorious lights of Whitehall, the chaotic and impoverished East London in front of him.

The street lamp turned from bright to dark, and he stood at the dividing point between light and darkness, and talked "cordially" with the demon.

"My dear Julien, promise me that you will knock down the Capitol and give it to me and the queen as a dormitory......"

"Why are you talking so much tonight? And they all have something to say. Yu Lian stared at her sideways, "Say, what's the bad intention?" ”

The fat owl squinted his eyes and smiled wickedly: "Hehe, I have a project that can make a lot of money......

"What project?"

"Didn't the London police sweep up the Razors in the past two days? There was a lot of stolen goods, and I watched the whole time secretly, and they were all in the evidence room at Scotland Yard......"

The owl's voice became lower and lower, lying in his ear, smiling sadly: "The two of us cooperate to make a big wave." ”

Yu Lian: "? ”

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This fat bird, actually let him rob the police station?

You go out and put your mind in the house!

"What do you mean by that?" The owl raised its wings in displeasure and slapped him on the head, "Don't you believe me?" Stinky boy, my mother beat you to death......"

In the eyes of passers-by, this fat bird that "cooed" and screamed was fierce and cute.

Yu Lian fought with her all the way, and soon returned to Fugai's apartment.

The corridors are still narrow, damp, and dimly lit; And it is dirty and messy, cigarette butts and garbage can be seen everywhere, and large cobwebs are intertwined on the top of the head, which makes people feel inexplicably depressed.

"I'm back......"

Yu Lian pushed the door into the house.

There were no lights in the house, and by the faint light of the street lamps, the queen could be seen standing in front of the window.

Dressed in a loose white nightdress, she stood alone in front of the window as if she had returned to the ordinary, looking at the night view of London under the May rain.

A few warm yellow street lights sprinkled on her through the glass windows, as if adding a layer of filter, beautiful as a dream.

The fair skin of his arms and neck became warm and soft, delicate and smooth, like an oil painting of the old era, which made people feel warm, and when Yu Lian first looked at it, he felt his heart beat faster.

I have to admit that compared to the noble and gorgeous queen who had just broken the seal, the woman in front of him with a temperament as gentle as a housewife really made him feel like he had been shot by Cupid's arrow.

He has always liked a gentle and beautiful big sister.

For example, the stepmother when she doesn't lose her temper, Mrs. Capet, the mother of the little businessman, and Maggie, the maid of the little princess......

"Boom!"

A thunderbolt slipped from the window.

The electric light illuminates the Queen's face, and it is more beautiful than the hazy city of London in a rainstorm.

She lifted the palm of Bai Yu's palm, put it in front of her eyes, and continued to look at the vast street scene in the rain.

The advent of the Industrial Revolution has made the drastic changes in human society in just a hundred years greater than the history of the past 5,000 years......

Looking at London in the rain, her ruddy and full soft lips showed a wry smile.

At this moment, the queen looked a little lonely.

"Hey, Fat Bird, let's discuss the big project you just mentioned?"