Wear it with the house, but I am a black household [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 204 The World of Western Classics 17

Fourth day

Darcy was still collecting funds, while Mr. Bingley, after a day of sitting with him, could not stand his loneliness, and went to a party.

At the party, several enthusiastic young people chatted about the newly opened wine club.

It is said that there are thousands of red wines from all over the world in this club. Although they think that the wine technology in the UK is the best, it has to be said that there are also red wines from other places that deserve praise. .

While talking, everyone suddenly decided to go to see it at night, and Bentley made an appointment with them, and we will see you at the club tonight.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Bentley packed himself up and went to the gate of the club in a carriage, where he saw those friends.

They warmly greeted Bentley, "Hey, Bentley, do you know that there is a reception tonight, and everyone can taste new varieties of red wine."

"Really? That's great, how many new wines will you open tonight?" Although Bingley doesn't have much love for wine, it doesn't prevent him from enjoying the fun.

"There are sixteen types in total. It is said that apart from ten new varieties, there are also six expensive wines provided by Sir Jones, all of which are in his private collection." One of the young people who came earlier explained.

"Sir Jones, is that Sir Jones from Hertfordshire? I heard that he has a plantation and produces a kind of grapes, which are used to make red wine. The quality is outstanding."

"Yes, it is the property that Sir Jones is proud of. I have had the honor to taste the taste of that wine. It is bright in color, delicate and long-lasting, mellow and sweet in taste. It is the best."

"Ah, I'm so envious of Sir Jones. My father spent a lot of time trying to find such a plantation. Unfortunately, due to geographical factors, although grapes can also be grown, the quality is not the same after all."

"Speaking of which, Bentley, I heard that you also want to buy such a plantation, have you found it?"

"No, this is my father's last wish, but my father passed away several years ago, and I haven't found a suitable one yet." Bentley shook his head regretfully.

"Yeah, it's the hardest thing to buy land these days. Those aristocrats always hold on to the land. If it doesn't work, you can find an agent to buy property overseas. There are plenty of land that meet the requirements."

"That's not in line with old Mr. Bingley's wishes. Overseas is no match for the British Empire, and it's not convenient to travel thousands of miles there. Hey, let's stop talking, Bentley, let's go drink."

Everyone cooperated to go to the crowded place, picked up a glass of freshly brewed wine, and tasted it carefully.

"Bingley, this one has been stored for eight years. Now it's time to open a bottle and taste it. I tasted good. Try it..."

"Bingley, let's take a look at this. This is a new variety produced in Bordeaux, France, which is quite different from the previous one..."

"Bingley, you must try this semi-sweet one, it tastes sweet and smooth, you must like it..."

"Bentley..."

"Bentley..."

Thanks to Mr. Bingley's affinity, everyone was willing to share and exchange experiences with him after drinking a satisfying drink.

Waves of people came and wave after wave left, Bentley drank more and more, and drank more and more.

After everyone was drunk, they were all elated, but Sir Jones, one of the organizers, was frowning.

As a provider of red wine, everyone naturally paid a lot of attention to him. Seeing him like this, a considerate gentleman immediately stepped forward to ask.

"I'm just a little trouble in the industry. I don't need to affect everyone's wine tasting mood because of me. Really, everyone's happy drinking is the most important thing to me." Sir Jones was worried, but he was still unwilling to let everyone drink wine. Everyone is worried.

But the more he was like this, the more everyone couldn't bear to let him be sad alone, and they stepped forward to express their concern.

Due to everyone's enthusiasm, Sir Jones had to express his troubles.

"I have a big business that needs to be traded in the near future. I had already prepared sufficient funds, but I didn't expect that the factory in the north had problems. The workers rioted and several people died. In order to appease the families of the deceased, and According to the requirements of the workers, to increase their welfare benefits, we can only fill in the prepared cash.”

As soon as the topic of workers' restlessness was mentioned, everyone was filled with righteous indignation.

"Hey, those damned workers are really worrying. The turmoil happened every three days, that is, Sir Jones, you are kind enough to give them a higher salary. If you want me to say, I am used to it. If it were me, I wouldn't be like this." Good intentions, I drove them out a long time ago. These days, it is too easy to recruit a group of workers."

"That's right, sir, you must not ask for everything from them, this will increase their appetite, and you will definitely ask for more next time."

Of course, there are also people who disagree, such as Bentley, who also has a factory under his name, and such a thing has never happened.

He and Darcy have the same idea, as long as the workers are given normal treatment so that they can work in a safe and clean environment and earn money, those people will work very seriously, and they have always been active and serious.

But now Bingley is half drunk, even if he disagrees, his brain reacts slowly, and before he can think of a rebuttal, those people have already changed the subject.

"Don't talk about this, don't talk about this, anyway, it has been resolved. What I am worried about now is the financial problem. That is a deal that I spent a lot of time and finally got. Now, the previous hard work is in vain, hey, forget it , drink and drink." Jones smiled, but his tone was full of frustration.

"Sir Jones, you can tell us how much money you need. Maybe everyone can find a way." Someone suggested that he couldn't see how sad he was.

"Yes, how much do you need?" Others echoed. Those who can come to this club must have a certain amount of wealth, either nobles or wealthy businessmen.

Jones lowered his head and glanced at Mr. Bingley out of the corner of his eye. Seeing him drunkenly nodding in agreement, he felt complacent that the fish was about to be hooked.

"At least £40 is needed."

Everyone gasped, 40 pounds, this is not a small amount, who can come up with so many pounds in a short period of time?

For a moment, everyone didn't know what to say, and looked at each other, but no one dared to speak.

"I also know it's unrealistic. I originally planned to sell the rubber factory and plantation in exchange for the funds, but I couldn't find a suitable person to take over in a short time, so I was worried." Sir Jones shook his head, as if not reporting The look of hope.

"Plantation? Hey, Mr. Bingley, don't you want to buy a plantation? Sir Jones's plantation is the best, and it just so happens that he needs to sell it to raise funds, isn't it just right for you?"

"Yes, Bingley, you must not miss it. Old Mr. Bingley's last wish will be fulfilled soon."

Under the booing of everyone, the dazed Bingli also remembered his father's earnest advice before the hospital bed, and nodded in agreement on the spur of the moment.

As soon as Sir Jones saw him nodding, he immediately held Bingley's hand happily, "Thank you very much, Mr. Bingley, don't worry, I will never let you suffer, that plantation is worth 26 pounds, and I am 20 pounds Sell ​​it to you. I should thank you for your sincere help."

"It's a full [-] pounds cheaper, and that's my family's income for a whole year."

"Yeah, who said no? If it wasn't for the short-term lack of funds, I would have bought it."

The others, hearing Sir Jones's words, murmured, and envied Mr. Bingley's good fortune.

It's just that these people are patronizing and envious, and no one remembers to ask if Bentley has enough cash.

Or, it's not that they don't remember, it's just that none of the people present had a close relationship with Mr. Bingley, and they didn't want to remind Sir Jones of this.

Besides, Sir Jones didn't cheat Mr. Bingley, did he?

Not only had he bought the land of his dreams, but he had saved a full sixty thousand pounds, Sir Jones was very generous.

Under the neglect of everyone, Bingley was taken away by Sir Jones in a daze, and when he was brought back to the house in his own carriage, there were two extra documents in his hand.

The fifth day

Bentley slept until noon before waking up from the hangover.

At this moment, he had a splitting headache, he packed himself up under the service of his personal servant, and only after lunch did he think about recalling what happened last night.

Then, he was all bad.

Bingley dropped the knife and fork, ignored the shouts and screams of his sisters, rushed back to his room, picked up the two freshly baked documents on the bedside table, and sank to the bottom of his heart.

Of these two documents, one is the transfer letter of the plantation and the other is the transfer letter of the rubber factory.

The content of the contract is fair and reasonable, and the price is very favorable, which is a little lower than the market price.

But the key point is that the payment time marked on the two contracts must be within 24 hours.

How is this possible!

Who has the ability to get so many pounds within 24 hours?

Then turn to liquidated damages, well, up to a million pounds.This is really an astonishing number!

No matter how stupid Bentley was, he understood that he was being calculated.

Mr. Bingley was flustered, and did not know what to do.Suddenly, he thought of Mr. Darcy, and before he had time to take care of himself, he rode to Darcy's mansion in ordinary clothes.

"Darcy, Darcy, come and help me to see, what should I do?" Bingley was extremely flustered, and when he saw Darcy, he immediately called out, ignoring that he was still eating.

Darcy already understood his purpose at this time, so he finished his lunch in a leisurely manner.

Of course he didn't panic, the two documents in Bingley's hand were signed under the supervision of his people, and he knew exactly what was written on the documents.

This gesture at this time was just to teach Bentley a small lesson, to let him know that it is essential to be on guard against others, and that alcohol can corrode the brain, it doesn't matter if you drink a little, but you can't really get drunk.

Speaking of it, although he and Anxi used tricks to make Bingley take the initiative to be counted, but Bingley was so stupid, outsiders praised him casually, and he fell into someone else's trap, which still made Darcy feel annoyed.

And, deeply worried about this friend.

Anxi didn't think so much. Seeing that it was rare for Bentley not to dress up as a peacock, he whistled in a good mood.

Of course, this good mood may also be due to the success of the scheme?

No, no, the villain's psychology is bad!