money player

Chapter 26 Confessions in the Cemetery

Hepburn responded directly and candidly: "Yes, my flaws make me feel inferior."

"Your inferiority complex is not because of physical defects, but because of the lack of love. When you were growing up, one person who should protect you was absent, and the other was very strict with you. In the process of building your self-confidence, there was no Getting too much approval. Is it that someone whose opinion you highly value gives you a thumbs-down in an area you care deeply about?”

"Adam, how do you know?" Hepburn was dumbfounded, "Are you a magician?"

Xian Yaowen spread his hands, "What you lack, I lack more than you. What you have experienced, I have similar experiences, but my heart is stronger than yours, and I have not given the opportunity for inferiority to take root in my heart. I have given myself Set some realistic small goals, and when you achieve them one by one, you will gain confidence. For example..."

Xian Yaowen looked down at his watch, "Forty-seven minutes ago, I just set a goal to pursue you. I think you will be very happy to be my assistant and help me achieve this goal."

Hepburn said playfully: "Stapleton plays Watson II, helping Sherlock Holmes crack down on 'The Hound of the Baskervilles'?"

"I like your metaphor. It would be even better if you could replace Stapleton with Ethan La, the gorgeous widow from 'Gables.'"

Hepburn smiled slightly, then was silent for a while, and asked an old question again, "Adam, do you really think I'm beautiful?"

Xian Yaowen said very seriously: "Yes, you are very beautiful. Your beauty is like the steam engine invented by Watt. It will bring about an aesthetic revolution. What hairstyle is the best, Hepburn's, what face is the best, Hepburn's, behind You fill in the blanks on your own, fill it in confidently and boldly, everything about you is the best."

Hepburn nodded, "Thank you, I will carefully consider whether to be your assistant."

"While you're thinking about it, help me think about one more question. Do you know Borg, Adolf Borg?"

"Mr. Berg is a frequent visitor here." Hepburn looked around and said, "It seems he didn't come today."

"The Berg I'm looking for is a Jew." Xian Yaowen said calmly, with no trace of his inner turmoil showing on his face.

"Mr. Berg is a Jew, Adam, why are you looking for him?"

"I came to London this time to negotiate a business. Someone told me that the key to whether the business can be concluded is to convince a few people. Mr. Berg may be one of them. I am not sure. Do you think Mr. Berg will come tomorrow? ?”

"Not necessarily. Sometimes he would come three or four times a week, and sometimes he would come once. Since I worked here, he would come every week." Hepburn recalled.

"So, do I need to be wary of Mr. Berg?" Xian Yaowen chuckled, "You seem to be very concerned about him."

Hepburn smiled brightly and pretended to be mysterious: "You will understand when you see him."

"Okay, I'll come back tomorrow. You don't have time to be a tour guide. I wonder if you have time to have dinner with me. How about Sweetings? The lobsters and desserts there are pretty good."

"I accept your invitation."

The two agreed on a place and time to meet, and after chatting for a while, Hepburn left and returned backstage.

Xian Yaowen did not stay long. He called the waiter just now, paid the bill, and gave him a tip of 5 pounds. Since Borg was a frequent visitor to Ciro Nightclub, the waiter would be more familiar with him, and it might be useful.

After leaving Ciro Nightclub, Xian Yaowen took a taxi and walked some distance to Highgate Cemetery in the northern suburbs of London. He climbed over the iron fence and entered East Highgate Cemetery. He touched Marx's tomb according to his memory and gave him a He lit three cigars and then reported on his ideological trends, the general situation of the world proletarian revolution, and his determination to fight the bourgeoisie to the end.

The world is so big, and resources are limited. If other money capitalists and power capitalists take more, Xian Yaowen will get less profit. Starting a business is nothing more than cutting expenditures and increasing revenue, cutting off the flow of others and opening up your own resources. , struggle is indispensable. Even if Boren is not killed, Boren will be squeezed to death. This is the original sin of capital accumulation.

Xian Yaowen committed many sins in his previous life, and he will continue to do so in this life. "Teacher Ma, my ancestors were poor peasants for three generations. They were proletarians with their roots upright and prosperous. But in my generation, they are still staunch proletarian fighters. Your spirit in heaven please bless me to kill a few more bourgeois and build the enterprise I want to build." It is a joint-stock system and will invite at least 20 billion proletarians to become spiritual shareholders. I will definitely fight for life to make each of them a household with an average of yuan."

After Xian Yaowen expressed his determination and recited his "Leading Order", he bowed devoutly and went to visit the tombs of Spencer and Faraday.

Then, we left the East Seagate Cemetery and entered the West Seagate Cemetery. We walked between the old graves and recited the newly compiled "The Seventy-two Acupuncture Secret Techniques of the Great Sage" to highlight an excellent spot. As long as the acupuncture points are buried vertically, it is hard to say whether the descendants will be prosperous, and it will definitely not be easy for the police to find them.

After returning to the hotel, Xian Yaowen called Xian Yaowu and Changchang Fei outside, explained all the details to them, and asked them to finish the Third Young Master's affairs before the early morning of the day after tomorrow.

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The next day.

Xian Yaowen went to the phone company and called the HSBC Bank in Hong Kong to confirm the issue of cross-continental remittance again.

Before coming to London, he had inquired about how to remit money from London to Hong Kong when exchanging pounds. He got the reply that he could deposit the money in Barclays Bank and HSBC would discuss it with the other party. Now that the light has appeared, it is necessary to proceed. One confirmation.

After making the call, Xian Yaowen repeatedly disguised himself and ran around the streets with various accents, buying tools and props needed for gold mining from scattered shops and stalls.

Almost all the time during the day was spent shopping. When it stopped, the time had already reached the point he and Hepburn had agreed on.

After waiting for a few minutes at the subway exit of Blackfriars Station, Xian Yaowen saw the carefully dressed Hepburn walking up the stairs from the underground exit. He glanced at it and found that the other person's hair had been styled, probably to make it look like Marilyn's hair, because of the length of her hair. Because of this, the fluffiness in the front was brought out, but a bun was pulled up in the back to cover up the excessively long hair.

The coat she was wearing was of high quality and probably not cheap, but the collar and corners of the coat told the story of the passage of time. It was probably her mother's dress when she was young.

When Hepburn came to her, Xian Yaowen said to her: "Are you hungry?"

Hepburn secretly calmed down the growling of her belly and said with a smile: "I had afternoon tea, so I'm not too hungry."

"Then let's postpone dinner for half an hour. I promised a lady to bring her a gift. She is about the same figure as you, but not as tall as you. I plan to buy her a coat. Can you provide it for me? Any advice?"

After saying that, Xian Yaowen pretended to explain: "Ah, that lady is just my work partner."

Hepburn chuckled, "Adam, you don't have to explain."

"I think it's necessary."

The two of them chatted and strolled to the junction of Queen Victoria Street and Cannon Street. In the core area of ​​the Financial City, they searched for signs of clothing stores between banks. After finding the wrong one, they entered the second store. I saw a lot of women's coats on display in the clothing store.

Women have little resistance to beautiful clothes, and the same goes for Hepburn. When she saw the dazzling array of coats, the biological voltage in her body instantly converged into her eyes. The shining light from her two eyeballs crushed a sixty-watt tungsten lamp and was enough to pierce her eyes. Blinding one of Yang Jian's eyes, he turned into a double-eyed monster.

Hepburn forgot Xian Yaowen's existence, walked lightly to the display shelf with small steps, and touched it gently with her little hands.

While Hepburn was immersed in it, Xian Yaowen called a salesperson and asked about the price range of coats in the store. After a while of whispering, he gave the salesperson another 30 pounds.

　There is no need to doubt whether transoceanic calls could be made in 1949. In 1937, the Shanghai International Hotel had a line that could reach the United States.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)