money trouble

Chapter 603
The Maozi Kingdom is sparsely populated, and the Sergei family owns a huge manor in Nizhny Novgorod. The former site seems to be the castle of a certain grand duke, and it is now called the Sergei Manor.

After leaving the urban area, the vehicles walked along the road beside the Volga River for about four to 10 minutes, and the vehicles in the lead gradually slowed down.

On the vast land, the vegetation had withered due to the season. Wu Qian's eyes followed the slightly undulating terrain, and saw a group of buildings beside the Volga River from a distance, which was the center of Sergey's manor.

Maoziguo manor culture is an indispensable aspect of Maoziguo's architectural culture. It shows the world the architectural miracles created by human wisdom. From simplicity to magnificence, from tradition to unrestrained, Maoziguo manor has already formed a unique development. route.

The buildings in Sergey’s manor are divided into several types, including traditional castles and modern villas. Whether it is an old castle or a villa, the walls are all painted white, and the pure white walls show a touch of solemnity. , the tiles on the arc spire reflect the sunlight, very dazzling.

Just from the geographical location of this manor, it can be seen that the owner of the manor has an extraordinary status. Although there is no mountain, it is next to the Volga River, and the surrounding environment is nothing to say.

There are no tall walls, iron fences or fences at the border of the manor. There is only a street sign on the road leading to the complex, with a string of Russian words written on it, which roughly means the boundary of Sergey's manor.

Stepping over the position where this wooden sign is located, you will enter the scope of Sergey's manor.

Wu Qian didn't know the specific area of ​​the manor, but he could tell from visual inspection that it was much larger than his manor beside the Thames River in England.

Thinking about it, 700 million square kilometers and 24 square kilometers are not on the same level at all. Land resources are abundant, and it is normal for the manor to be bigger.

In the central area in front of the building complex, there is a statue of a pure copper fountain. The statue is a man riding a horse and holding a sword. It looks somewhat heroic. The parking lot is built around the fountain, and the ground is paved with pebbles and concrete.

Before the vehicle drove to the castle, many people appeared on the side of the road. Judging by their attire, they should be the security personnel of the Sergey family.

When the car stopped in front of the castle, young men dressed in black rushed forward and opened the car door for them, very respectful.

Wu Qian got out of the car and took a deep breath of cold air. This was a taste not found in his hometown, and all he could see were exotic customs.

Looking around, he felt that the atmosphere was a bit oppressive. People were all dressed in black and black hats. The funeral was coming soon, so there would be no bright costumes here.

In the auditorium of the castle, Wu Qian and Kuretta stood side by side, and the two simple coffins under the cross were surrounded by flowers.

Rosalind stood not far behind Wu Qian, feeling a little embarrassed by the situation. Not long ago, that Allennon who was standing next to the printer happily sorting out various documents was lying on the cold bed like this. In the coffin.

A solemn priest stood on a high podium with his back to the people, his head bowed, and he muttered.

An Lina walked to Wu Qian holding two garlands made of cypress branches. The garlands were decorated with chrysanthemums and daffodils, which is a local custom.

She raised her hand and handed the wreath to Wu Qian, with a mature and calm expression on her face that she shouldn't have at her age.

Wu Qian looked solemn and understood An Lina's meaning. He took the wreath from An Lina's hand and walked slowly to the coffin.

The superb makeup skills made Allennon and Krasha seem to have just fallen asleep. Wu Qian placed the wreath next to the coffin, and bowed neatly to Allennon and Krasha.

Although he didn't meet many times, and Alennon was a truthful person, Wu Qian didn't feel bad for this person who only wanted to revitalize his family.

As for Clara, Wu Qian felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Some things can't be pondered carefully, let alone look back, because everything has happened and there is no way to look back.

The etiquette is simple, after Wu Qian presented the wreath, there is no business for him, he followed the servants to the house to rest.

A series of things such as the funeral are in full swing.

Sitting in the living room of the villa, Wu Qian could hear the noise outside. Standing by the window and looking through the misty glass, he watched the coffin slowly go away from the back of the manor. A tombstone, presumably it is the cemetery of the Sergey family.

Seeing this scene, Wu Qian made a decision in his heart. His family is not as big as the Sergei family, and the only people he cares about are his parents. He must do his best to protect the safety of his parents. Such a thing is absolutely impossible Happened to myself.

When everything was done and Wu Qian saw Kuretta again, it was already lunch time.

"Mr. Wu, I'm really neglecting you, please go to the restaurant for dinner."

Kuretta entered the living room, stood in his clothes, with a look of tiredness on his face, he didn't ask the servants to inform Wu Qian, but came in person.

Wu Qian waved his hand, stood up, and said, "What's the matter, I'll come to have a meal, and I can help you with anything."

The two walked out of the living room with the bodyguards, and Kuretta said: "If the spirits of Alenon and Krasha in the sky know that Mr. Wu traveled thousands of miles to Nizhny Novgorod to present them with wreaths, they will be very happy in heaven. "

After lunch, Kuretta asked the servant to take the curious baby An Lina, who always stared at Wu Qian from time to time, to take a nap. He said to Wu Qian, "Mr. Wu, let's talk about business?"

He used a questioning tone. The other party was invited here, and he was dragged here without even visiting the scenic spots in Nizhny Novgorod. It really violated the way of hospitality, but Kuretta was indeed impatient.

Wu Qian didn't care, he nodded, recalling everything Morris said in his mind, and prepared to confirm it.

Unexpectedly, Kuretta, who was sitting upright, stood up and said, "Mr. Wu, please follow me."

Wu Qian didn't ask much, followed Kuretta out of the castle, and walked towards the southernmost villa.

In a warm, comfortable and luxurious room, Wu Qian saw a dark-skinned man whose legs and left arm were wrapped and hung up, with a bandage wrapped around his head.

"Wu, this is Or Hanwen, the current leader of the Suo Guohanwen Patriotic Army."

Wu Qian was dumbfounded when he heard that, this black old man who was beaten like a disabled man was actually a warlord leader...

"Al, this is the Wu Qian I mentioned to you, Mr. Wu."

Hearing Kureta's words, the black man named Orr tried to sit up and waved his only right hand to greet Wu Qian. Although the injury was serious, it could be seen from his big white teeth Out, the mentality is very optimistic.

The medical staff who greeted Al by the bed hurriedly stuffed a pillow into Al's back.

(End of this chapter)