Solovyov in Tsarist Russia 1796.

Solovyov initially set his sights on the Guinness brewery, which was also quite famous in Ireland.

By 1833, it had developed into the largest brewery in Ireland and later moved its headquarters to the large island opposite. However, it wanted to come back because of the high taxes.

How to evaluate is also a problem.

But the other party probably doesn't want to be acquired and has no such intention.

Solovyov already knew about this situation when he asked Belzoni to run outside.

Therefore, at this time, he has to take a look at some wineries that are of a decent scale but not well managed.

After looking at a few more, I finally noticed one in Swords, north of Dublin.

Although this place looks a bit old, the internal facilities are still well maintained.

Even the owner of the winery, who was wiping a large wine barrel himself, did not notice Solovyov and Mihrima appearing behind him.

Although the letter had been sent before leaving Liverpool, the other party was still doing his own things step by step.

"Mr. O'Connor?"

The other party did not respond.

"Mr. O'Connor!"

"Ah sir, hello, welcome to the Sword Brewery."

"I said many days ago that I would come here. It was the Russian count who wrote from Liverpool."

"Hello," the old Irish man finally put down his work and turned to shake hands with a nobleman. "I had no choice. When my father ran this place, I started as an apprentice. When I inherited the family business, I couldn't change the habit of working by myself."

"It's nothing. My grandfather was doing some foreign business in the northern ports."

The distance was shortened, and the meaning of Solovyov's words also hinted at his background.

"Sir, you came from London, and I know it's your housekeeper, the Italian, what's his name?"

"Belzoni."

"Yes, Mr. Belzoni. I'm not very good at remembering foreign names, let alone your last name, which is a bit long."

"Then you can call me Mike. After all, my name will probably be called Mike if it is transcribed."

"That's like my relatives who went to the United States. The language they speak doesn't sound like English anymore. They probably have forgotten our local language completely."

"But that was in America, not in Britain now, but in Ireland. Your business here is not well developed, but the taxes are very high."

"Beer is one of the few industries that can make money, but the current alcohol tax is very high. I can only keep my own brewery running. Your Excellency, you are also an important person. Although we are in Ireland, which is far away from Russia, I have heard that you are a very capable fighter on the battlefield."

"But you can't remember foreign names either!"

"I know of a Russian general who is good-looking and good at fighting. He is even more capable than other generals. He even slept with the sister of that bastard Bonaparte."

"Don't you think that if the Irish had received help from France, they would have had a chance to be like the Americans?"

In fact, Solovyov had done some homework beforehand and knew that Mr. O'Connor was not loyal to Britain and just wanted to run his own business. Those bastards, after collecting taxes, would stay away from his house.

But surprisingly, he should also be very disgusted with Napoleon or France.

In addition to the Irish people's Catholicism, there are probably other reasons.

Solovyov even heard some strange things from the old man.

"The French just want to use us Irish to stand in front of them to block their bullets, so that the British can be trapped here. Although I am an old man who only wants to manage the business in the brewery and not the outside, I also know that it takes a long time to travel from France to Ireland by boat. The British navy can easily defeat them, and the French can only fight on land."

Well, that makes sense, and it's a brilliant idea for an old man from such a remote place like Ireland to say this.

"You are quite knowledgeable. Why do you just stay here? It would be a good thing if you could expand the brewery. My manager wouldn't have to come here to talk to you. You could probably expand it yourself, like the Guinness Brewery."

"It's different, Mr. Guinness. You can be a respectable person in Dublin. I can't stand those British guys. I have to fight lawsuits with them. It's too uncomfortable. We have British guys here too, so it's not so troublesome. Besides, they won't embarrass an old man like me. I just wanted to pass the brewery to my son, but he died of illness last year, leaving me only a granddaughter."

Although he was still in charge, he only had one granddaughter, so the situation was a different matter.

No wonder Belzoni's talks with him went unexpectedly smoothly.

Solovyov also had partners in England, for he was familiar with Count Vorontsov and his son. The old count had retired in London, but he was a respectable man here, and his daughter had married a British aristocrat.

Even if Britain and Russia go to war in the future, there will be people who come to protect this brewery which seems to be of considerable size locally but is inconspicuous in London.

But this is what Solovyov was thinking about, and he even made plans for the future.

"You look healthy and you can still work for a long time. I just want to buy some shares here. You can continue to run the business as you did before. Maybe my family will have relatives, or my brother will come to Ireland when he grows up. Then you will have a helper, and you don't have to worry about sales. I still know a lot of people."

"Although you are dressed like a young gentleman, the medals you wear are very conspicuous. You must have a close relationship with the Tsar."

"Yes, this is the Order of Saint Anna, First Class, awarded to me by the Emperor."

The reason he wore this medal was actually because the first medal Paul gave him was the third-class Order of Saint Anna. The highest-level medal is usually worn around the neck, like those made by the Germans.

Mr. O'Connor was somewhat surprised after reading it.

Wow, such a big shot actually wants to invest in his own winery, and he is still doing what he is supposed to do. Probably, there will only be someone to help him in the future.

Solovyov even mentioned that if Mr. O'Connor could no longer work one day, he would still be able to hold shares, and according to inheritance law his granddaughter would also be able to hold these shares.

Compared with the British master, the Russian master is more open-minded. Although Solovyov is an exception, it is indeed a bit outrageous. However, for an old man like him, with only one son and other relatives who are far away and have all gone to the United States, it is a better choice.

"Ah, that's it, sir. You are a great man, and you do things honorably and beautifully, but there are too many things mentioned here, some of them..."

"You still follow your way, and surprisingly, I see that you pay attention to the hygiene here."

"It was like this when my father was still here. At least it has to be cleaner. It may not look good from the outside, but the winemaking room cannot be dirty. The barrels must be cleaned when they are empty. I don't want others to say that this is a place that makes horse urine."

Mr. O'Connor also had an apprentice pour Solovyov a large glass of fresh wine and put it on the table.

"You can try it. The taste here is very unique."

"It's a bit sweet. Come to think of it, I don't like dark beer very much, and I can't drink much."

"But you drank so much in one gulp, and you are a Russian, even though you can't drink much."

"Yes, I'm Russian, and I can't drink much. When I was accompanying Her Majesty's family out, I was knocked down by a large glass of beer."

Mr. O'Connor also laughed out loud after hearing this.

"Hahaha! But since you drank so much, do you approve of my beer?"

"Not only beer, maybe we can also make some soda water, like us Russians, we also make some kvass. The alcohol content may be lower than this, but..."

"Alcohol?"

"Yes, it is the wine after purification."

Solovyov was also a little worried about Mr. O'Connor's vocabulary. Ireland and England seemed like two different worlds.

"Also, you should know that it is a good drink. It is not just beer that can be sold. This kind of drink will also be very popular here in the future. It is best to ensure that the bubbles are inside. In this case, some sealing equipment is needed. The barrel must also be pressure-resistant."

However, Mr. O'Connor, who did not understand the word "alcohol", was quite supportive of Solovyov's idea. He had been running the winery for some years, and he was an expert when it came to technology.

"That's a good idea. That way, the beer will probably be more flavorful!" Although the finished product still needs to be stored in wooden barrels, there will definitely be some changes during the production and processing.

Mr. O'Connor was also very willing to cooperate with Solovyov, and while continuing to communicate, he did not forget to complain, saying that those idiots in London actually made such a big wine barrel, and they were really bold and not afraid of it exploding.

Soon, the two sides reached a consensus.

The extra money spent by Solovyov, Mr. O'Connor, who is also a conscientious boss, will be used to expand the venue and order equipment.

Production still has to be done locally. Even such an inconspicuous small winery that may be lost in history, what kind of energy can it unleash in the future?

"Very good, sir. Cheers to your business, and to the fact that we can brew beer far superior to that horse piss in England!"

Although Solovyov's alcohol tolerance has improved a little, he has only gone from a weakling to a weakling. If he drinks more, he still won't be able to hold on.

He couldn't even go back to Dublin, so Mr. O'Connor asked two of his apprentices to put him in the same room as his son.

Mihlima also began to take care of her master. Solovyov did not change much after the war, except that he became more compassionate than before.

But it was not just out of pity for a flower girl that he acknowledged her as his sister; or during a drinking table with the local warlord, he took the girl in as his maid because he could not bear to see her being beaten.

The further Solovyov walked, the more compassion he felt when he saw the situation around him.

However, if you go to India, the situation may be different.

The Irish here live in poverty, but they are relatively optimistic and honest, not as cunning as English businessmen.

Of course, so did the workers in England.
It was different from the young officers who saw the prosperity of Paris and came into contact with new and trendy ideals.

Although he looks younger than some youngsters and still has a baby face, Solovyov, who is heading towards the middle stage of climbing, is not only somewhat immune in thought, but also considers more.

Because of his own identity, he did not have the soil for revolution and did not have enough necessary conditions, so he started with gradual changes in his own territory and made some revolutionary moves.

Pierre also did the same thing in his country. After the fire in Moscow, during the reconstruction, he used the income from his foreign industries to improve the Moscow rail network, and he also planned to invest in the railway industry in the future.

Apart from this, he was probably just planning to find a suitable time to propose to Natasha.

Although Natasha's performance was still that naive and silly girl due to lack of training, the nobles in Moscow and Ryazan still approved of this marriage.

Unfortunately, Andre is no longer with us, and many of the comrades who experienced the war also left halfway, and some of the comrades who are still here are not in good health.

But Solovyov still felt that at this time, if he continued along the path he had chosen, there would always be a goal.

Even as he lay in Mihrima's arms, he was still mumbling to himself.

"Ah, the railroad."

Mihlima seldom saw her master like this. After all, he had been away from home for more than two years of war, and she had only seen him briefly in Warsaw and Weimar.

"do not worry"

Only after she had seen him off to bed would Mihrima prepare for her own rest.

But she really didn't want to leave her master, and Solovyov tried several times to arrange a husband for her, but in the end he failed.

Perhaps she just wanted to stay with her master forever, and she also knew that this kind of situation always happened in Russia.

As for this kind of ambiguous feeling, there will always be a day when it will be broken.

Mihrima just thought her master was strange. He was a sentimental person who valued feelings. Sometimes even some strange actions would cause misunderstandings. He might even like her very much.
Of course, she was raised from childhood, and Solovyov himself would be more cautious in his actions, although the outside world probably wouldn't say anything. (End of this chapter)