One Thousand and Nineteen Villas

A precious Mansger-Master car parked lightly in front of a villa with a green lawn.

Although it is winter, if you hire an expensive night elf gardener, you can keep your garden full of spring in the middle of winter. Of course, the price cannot be described as expensive.

Under normal circumstances, no one wants to spend a lot of money in such a boring place. People who do this are either pretending or they are really rich.

The waiter in expensive clothes walked to the front of the parked Mingshi car, stretched out his white gloved hand, and opened the thick, bulletproof door of the Mingshi car.

A beautiful leg sticks out of the car first, and then a round butt that looks full of elasticity. The woman exuding a seductive aura got out of the car first, and then a middle-aged man in a white sweater got out of the car.

He grabbed the woman's buttocks, and she hung on the man's arm charmingly, and walked towards the magnificent villa together with him.

The wealthy people of the Ireland Hill Empire have begun to live in villas, and the kind of castles that look very luxurious are not very popular now.

After all, to be able to buy a villa on the outskirts of Serris City is already very, very rich. To live in a castle, it is not just something that can be done with money.

This is the same as owning a courtyard house in the imperial capital. It requires inheritance, status, and super rich money...

In the entire empire, the royal family is the first to have a large courtyard in the city of Serris. To put it bluntly, the entire palace is a castle, and it is a castle with an exaggeratedly large area.

Only the emperor can live in the castle in the city center, which is an unwritten rule of the Alan Hill Empire.

Then those who can live in castles around the city of Serris, these people are already rich and noble, and their identities are often as high as the sky: Des has a castle for his own use, and Wagron also has a castle, but as the marshal of the empire, he does not I often go back to my castle.

Most of the other famous ministers have only one decent villa, some are in the city, such as the villa of Mr. Gurlo, and some are in the outskirts of the city, such as the villa of Diens, the villa of Strider, etc. Wait.

According to the unwritten regulations, only senior officials at the ministerial level of the empire are eligible to own villas with more than five floors. The empire didn't force the requirements, it's just that everyone is more restrained and low-key, and no one is willing to break such invisible rules and regulations.

The villa in front of me,

Even a luxury villa with only four floors also shows the identity of the owner of the villa. He must have a very high status within the empire, but he is not the kind of favorite who can always accompany the emperor of the empire.

The middle-aged man walked to the first floor of the villa, whispered a few words in the ear of the enchanting beauty next to him, and then walked into the elevator by himself.

The room is as warm as spring, which is also suitable for women's clothes. That beautiful woman who was originally extremely beautiful, didn't even dare to find a place to sit, so she just stood respectfully by the sofa, like a primary school student waiting for the teacher.

She knows her identity, and everyone who can enter here will not treat her as a person, she is just a plaything, and must abide by this rule. If she violated this rule, she would be abandoned like a shoe tomorrow.

The man walked to the second floor, and happened to see an old man sitting on the first seat of the sofa in the living room, and beside him were two old men of the same age, drinking tea with him.

The atmosphere seemed to be quite lively. The old man at the head saw the middle-aged man with a smile on his face, and waved at him: "Come? If you come, come here. I'll drink tea for the old man!"

Ever since Siris defeated the dragon knights of the Holy Demon Empire in the battle of Fallen Dragon City, bitter tea has spread along with the cannons and Mauser rifles of the Alan Hill Empire.

Every noble is proud of drinking tea, some really support Seris and think that mortals should rise up; some are just arty and regard drinking tea as a fashion.

In short, tea became popular, and later everyone developed a variety of tea, some called black tea, some called black tea... The emperor also personally named two kinds of tea, one is called Song tea, and the other is tea. This kind is called Mingcha.

The nobles of the empire now respect drinking Ming tea. This kind of tea is only produced in a few mountains in the Alante Empire. The production is rare and the taste is sweet.

There is no way, in the Alan Hill Empire, the things that the emperor likes are all very good things. If anyone can get a little bit, they can be hooked on elegance and nobility.

As for Song tea, it was the emperor's favorite tea two years ago, and now the planting has been expanded, and it is produced in many places.

Of course, good quality and old ones are still very expensive. Ordinary people can't afford it, and most people still only drink bitter tea, black tea, and black tea.

The tea bureau in front of you can tell from the tea sets and smell that the specifications are quite high. Song tea is at least five years old, and the price is definitely not cheap!

Seeing the old man waving, the middle-aged man quickly bowed his body and said with a smile on his face, "Master, Robert greets you!"

"You boy!" The old man nodded twice, smiled and pointed to the empty sofa beside him, signaling him to sit down.

Then he actually reached out himself, picked up the tea set, and poured a cup of hot tea for Robert who was later: "It's still cold outside, drink a cup of hot tea, and warm up! Talk again!"

"Oh!" promised Robert, and raised his teacup. He could feel the temperature of the tea inside through the teacup, but he didn't pause at all, and poured the scalding tea down his throat in one gulp.

The pain extended from the mouth to the stomach. To be honest, Robert didn't know whether the tea was good or not. Whether the old man's tea art is advanced or not, only God knows.

The old man didn't realize that his casual politeness had already caused "internal injuries" to others. With a smile still on his face, he continued to say to the old man beside him: "Tomorrow morning, I will throw away the stocks of the shipping industry... buy aerospace stocks !"

"Listen to you." The old man was also unambiguous, and directly agreed, as if the billions of stock transactions were just a trivial matter.

Seeing that the other party nodded in agreement, the old man at the head stopped talking. He had been in a high position for a long time, and he was not in the habit of talking too much. He turned his head to look at another old man, and said: "The country will expand ten more The energy base, the address, as I said just now, you choose a few places yourself, arrange them in advance, and how many you can win depends on your luck."

"Understood!" The old man nodded slightly, already thinking about it.