Five Hundred and Thirty Four Styles
In the originally incomparably decent and magnificent building, but now it is a little run down, a man in gorgeous clothes and with a thick ring on his finger is learning the current popular etiquette with an unattractive woman.
His hand imitated the woman's movements, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip. Then, the whole face was slightly distorted by the bitterness echoing in the tea.
"Ah... this bitter tea is really... really a strange drink." The man finally swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth, and sighed.
"Master Prime Minister, if you don't swallow it so quickly, but linger between your lips and tongue, you will taste the slight sweetness after the bitterness." The woman swallowed the tea in her mouth at this time, and moved gracefully. He put the teacup in his hand into the small saucer in front of him.
The man who was called the prime minister by the other party showed a brief complacency on his face, and then retreated quickly. He imitated the woman's movement again, picked up the teacup in his hand, and took a sip of the bitter tea inside.
Then, that bitter taste began to reverberate on the tip of his tongue again, eroding his taste buds and tormenting him with a sad face.
After a lot of difficulty, he resisted the urge to swallow this bitter mouthful, endured the taste, and waited for the last so-called sweetness.
Then, he really felt the faint fragrance, a subtle sweetness stimulated the tip of his bitterly tortured tongue, making him sober and excited.
"Hmm... this feeling... is really hard to put into words." The man called Prime Minister put down his teacup again and sighed.
This kind of bitter tea from Alan Hill is the favorite of some new nobles. God knows why they put down all kinds of other delicious drinks, but they only like this strange thing that is difficult to swallow.
However, something from Alan Hill, of course, is a good thing. Similar ideas prevailed throughout the aristocratic circles throughout the world. Everyone is learning from the weird pop culture of Alan Hill and using it to show their own taste.
Of course, they will not go after it. The reason behind the popularity of this bitter drink is actually because the technicians of Alan Hill in the early days worked overtime day and night, so that they could only drink bitter tea to refresh their minds.
And these early technicians, after five years of precipitation, many of them stood out and became the meritorious service of Alan Hill and the veterans of Alan Hill.
these are the people
They have become the new aristocrats of Alan Hill. They control a large amount of social resources and are also the mainstay of Alan Hill. And their habits naturally became the fashion and the symbol of the new aristocracy.
Arty people naturally don't understand that even if they drink themselves into a pickled specimen of bitter tea, they can't become the new nobles of Alan Hill they admire.
The woman in front of her is actually just a commoner from Alan Hill. The reason why she knows some of the etiquette of Alan Hill is because she is an Alan Hill person. Maid's job.
According to her level, she was almost the kind of ordinary maid who was just at the entry level, and she only had a little knowledge of etiquette.
But she was still hired here by Gao Xin, living abroad, going out in high society, becoming a guest of high-ranking officials, teaching them how to live as much as possible like a Baron of Alan Hill.
The reason why she can get along so well here is that the essential reason is that the waiters and servants of Alan Hill, who are more senior than her, don't bother to leave Alan Hill to work in other countries.
In the eyes of many people, even if the salary is slightly higher, the benefits and working environment they can enjoy are not as good as those in Ireland, so leaving their homeland and going abroad is basically a kind of "self-willingness". Fall" option.
It is also because of this that there are no tigers and monkeys in the mountains who can call themselves kings. It is very precious for such maids who are willing to leave their hometowns to work.
As a result, her worth has also risen, and some nobles have even offered astonishing prices, willing to spend the spring night with her who is not beautiful, so as to satisfy their twisted desire to conquer.
For her, a woman who came to a foreign land to make money, her reserve or face was not important anymore. What she felt the most was actually the indiscernible awe that the other party showed towards her behind the so-called "conquest".
Yes, awe! Even though these nobles who spend money to play with her are powerful and powerful, even if they have more gold coins, live in more spacious mansions, and enjoy the worship of more people, they still respect her and fear her from the bottom of their hearts.
Of course she also knew that the reason why the other party was afraid of her and revered her was actually because she was born in a super empire that was so powerful that these former nobles dared not look directly at it.
"The things you love about Lanhill are really good." The prime minister stroked the warm porcelain tea bowl with his hand, and continued to sigh with envy: "The people you love about Lanhill are also enviable. .”
He is really envious of those high-ranking officials in Alan Hill. Just thinking about it, he knows that he can greed for more money and use more and greater power.
Look at those senior officials from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Ireland, which one doesn't have the arrogance of the heavens? Not to mention him as the prime minister, even the emperor who is assisted by him, he must be accompanied carefully.
Every time these people came to deliver a message, it was with a tone that was close to an order. They seem to be assigning tasks to a subordinate, and what is enviable is that after hearing the order of Alan Hill, as a small country, they still have to do their best to implement it.
Before the maid could speak, a man wearing guard armor walked in from outside the door. When he walked, the armor would rub against each other, making a pleasant clacking sound. The impact and friction of soldiers' armor is now almost inaudible in Alan Hill.
"My lord! The news just arrived..." The officer walked behind the man, leaned over and reported softly: "Just a few hours ago, the Kashyyk Empire surrendered..."
"Surrendered? Is the news reliable?" The man was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and looked at the officer: "Alan Hill accepted? The royal family has not been eliminated?"
"No, the broadcast news said that Harriet, the emperor of the Kashyyyk Empire, was demoted to Duke Harriet, and he will guard Hanhai City for the empire forever..." The officer obviously understood everything, and hurriedly replied in a low voice.
"Are you sure?" The man was silent for a while, then asked again: "I want the most definite news!"
"So far, there hasn't been any false news about the broadcast news of Alan Hill..." the officer explained.
"Send someone to make a plane to Alan Hill, and check it out for me!" The man ordered: "If necessary, go to see Harriet himself! After seeing him, bring him back the real news!"
"Yes! Your Excellency." The officer nodded slightly again, then turned and walked out.
The man looked at the exquisite teacup in front of him, with an uncertain expression on his face as if he was making a decision. Finally, he stood up suddenly, startling the maid across from him.
Then, he loudly switched other maids to come in: "Come on, change clothes! I want to enter the palace and meet His Majesty!"
Several maids came in with all kinds of clothes, and then began to change the man's dress for meeting His Majesty.
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"Your Majesty... it is unrealistic to expect the army to fight against Alan Hill." At almost the same moment, a general stood in front of a man in a gorgeous robe and persuaded him: "Our army, 80% belongs to love." Lanhill commanded, as long as the other party gives an order, it is not impossible for them to break into the palace."
"So... after all I've done so many things, I still can't escape the tragic end of subjugation?" The man in the gorgeous robe was mournful, and his tone was full of complaints like a little daughter-in-law: "I want everything I want from Alan Hill, This is the end result!"
"Your Majesty, we've already made up our minds..." The general persuaded, "You didn't see, the royal family of the Jesno Empire is still missing..."
"What is missing! Hundreds of soldiers rushed into the palace, gunshots rang out all night, and finally they set a fire and burned it all... At the end, they reported that they were missing. Will I be missing like this?" The man called His Majesty shouted bitterly.
"Your Majesty! The Prime Minister is out to see you..." A waiter walked in and reported in a low voice.
"Thinking about it, he also heard the news from the Kashyyyk Empire... to persuade you." The general smiled wryly, reminding his monarch: "The imperial army is unbearable, and the empire's economy is impossible to compete against." Alan Hill's... instead of losing everything in the end, it is better to take this opportunity to be decent, Your Majesty!"
"I..." The man in the gorgeous attire hesitated to speak, but finally waved his hand and told the waiter beside him: "Let the prime minister come in! We have important matters to discuss! No one can disturb you! Go!"
"Yes! Your Majesty!" The waiter bowed slightly and walked out of the room with light steps. As soon as the door was closed, his slightly arched back straightened up, and he squinted at the guards guarding the door and the other waiters and maids who were waiting for orders.
He cleared his throat and ordered one of them: "No. 4, you use the telegraph room in the palace to send the news that the emperor of the Palak Empire has been shaken back to Alan Hill."
"Yes!" A maid bowed her head slightly, then turned to deliver the message. The waiters and guards standing around didn't care, as if they didn't hear any sound or see anyone.
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The other one is later, don't stay up all night waiting
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