Chapter 270 Investment Tycoon Harrison (4K4)

"You...what are you doing?!"

Bernie Harrison saw the crowds of people outside the door. After a brief moment of shock and fear, the first reaction that emerged in his heart was anger.

He recognized the iconic Scotland Yard uniform on Ledley at a glance. The anger that had been trapped in his chest these days was like a stone in his throat. Harrison suppressed his anger and said: "You guys are going through this. It's okay to take me to Scotland Yard for interrogation because of the murder, but now you want to trouble me for this little entertainment? Scotland Yard doesn't care about my parliamentary immunity at all. Don’t you take the Magna Carta seriously at all?”

When Ridley heard this, he immediately understood that Harrison must not have understood the situation. He stood at attention seriously and saluted: "I'm sorry, Mr. Harrison, you have immunity, but the lady next to you But she is not protected, and we need to ask her to go back for further questioning. Please understand our work. We are currently conducting Scotland Yard's routine inspections of security crimes in the Oxford Street area."

The reporters following Ledley also smelled the news. Since cameras had not been invented in this era, the reporters' outfits were not as easy to identify as they would later be.

So in Harrison's view, those who wear uniforms are Scotland Yard's Blue Lobsters, and those who don't wear uniforms are Scotland Yard's undercover spies.

Several reporters took a step forward. They first glanced at the woman hiding under the quilt, and then at Harrison, who was obviously holding back his anger.

The elders looked at each other and smiled. They took out their notebooks and asked, "Mr. Harrison, why are you here? As far as we know, this is not a serious place. The person next to you is Is this your wife? Or a lady of equal status?"

Upon hearing this, Harrison angrily picked up the pillow and threw it at the reporter: "Are you asking questions knowingly? She is nothing. I am just here to have fun. Do you want to handcuff me into the police station now? I tell you, you didn't This power! This is a misdemeanor. As a member of the House of Commons, I have complete immunity!”

The old reporter calmly lit the fire and took a puff of his cigarette. The young reporter on the side quickly brought him a chair for him to sit down, hoping to learn a few tricks from the old man.

The old reporter puffed away his smoke and said, "Mr. Harrison, is this how you use the legal rights granted to you by the public? If I remember correctly, you are already married. So your behavior is not only illegal. , and it’s against Christian morals. Aren’t you worried about living up to the expectations of voters?”

"Whether I live up to the expectations of voters is none of your business. Do you guys have the right to vote?"

Harrison threatened: "I'm warning you, I've talked to your boss. I will do my best to cooperate with the investigation about the murder, but if you keep holding on to me like this, then I'm not a good person." Provoked. Officer, you'd better think clearly when you do what you do, whether your name is Richard Rowan or Arthur Hastings. If not, you'd better be talking to a member of the House of Commons. The congressman behaved kindly when he spoke.”

The old reporter lowered his head nonchalantly and recorded: "Mr. Harrison, you have the freedom to express yourself however you want, but I also have the freedom to record your threats to me. The rights given to members of Parliament by the Magna Carta do not allow you to do this." The proliferation of moths like you is an important reason for the British public to demand parliamentary reform. On this point, I fully support Earl Gray’s decision.”

Harrison seemed to have caught the old reporter's trap, and loudly reprimanded: "Listen to what you said, Earl Grey! The Scotland Yard police actually hold Whig political views. This is a political revenge." "

The young reporter on the side heard this, raised his head and looked at the layout of the room, and drew a rough cartoon outline on the paper in a few strokes: "Mr. Harrison, although I don't have much knowledge, I follow Thomas Barn Mr. Si has been conducting interviews for so long, and you are the first member of the House of Commons who dares to speak to him in such an attitude.”

"Thomas Barnes?" Harrison was stunned for a moment when he heard the name, and then his heart skipped a beat: "Jupiter from The Times?"

The old reporter just laughed twice when he heard this. He raised his hat and said in return: "Jupiter is really overrated. There are many excellent reporters in the journalism world, but what makes me better than them is that My luck has always been good. You see, I was just invited to do an interview with the team, and I didn’t expect to bump into you.”

Harrison was so shocked that he quickly opened the quilt and was about to get out of bed to say hello, but before he could put on his slippers, Officer Ridley quickly pushed him back to the bed.

Ledley said apologetically: "Mr. Harrison, you'd better put away the sausages. The weather has been cold recently, and I'm afraid you might freeze later."

The young reporter on the side couldn't help laughing and said: "Mr. Barnes, after so many years of doing interviews, this must be the first time you have seen such a scene."

Barnes, who had seen a lot of storms, just curled his lips and shook his head and said, "No, when I just graduated from Cambridge and joined The Times, Britain was still fighting the Napoleonic Wars. At that time, I followed the Royal Navy's recruiting team to do several field interviews. The scene was much more heated than today.

The recruiting team sneaked into the village in the dim night when everyone went to bed, then found a house and broke into it, and dragged the man out of the bed. As for the women who lost their husbands, they didn't care whether they were wearing clothes or not. They rushed out of the house naked and punched, kicked, cried and cursed at the recruiting team."

The young reporter couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this: "Oh my God! Can conscription be so barbaric? How can those people in the conscription team have the heart to do this? How could such a thing happen?"

Barnes said: "Of course they can be so cruel. For every naval soldier they get, they can get two or three pounds of recruitment subsidies from the Admiralty. If they were not weak, those guys would have wanted to tie up all the adult men in Britain and throw them on the ship. Many of the 200,000 sailors in the Royal Navy came from this way."

Speaking of this, Barnes did not forget to smile and joke to Officer Ledley beside him: "Compared with the Royal Navy's recruitment team, the law enforcement of the Scotland Yard police officers is obviously much more civilized. This is the progress of the times."

Hearing this, Harrison hurriedly defended himself: "Mr. Barnes, I think you must have misunderstood."

"Of course." Barnes nodded and said: "So you can explain what happened next to you. What is the matter with this lady?"

"I..." Harrison's forehead was sweating. He paused for a moment and then smiled awkwardly: "Mr. Barnes, I am a businessman. Do you know Harrison perfume? That is my industry. Several distinguished gentlemen are my stable customers. If you also have this need, you can order from me in the future. But I also know that it is not easy to get a person to change his habitual perfume brand, so you see, how about I send you some samples in two days?"

When Slippery Loach Ridley heard this, he hurriedly came up to smooth things over: "Mr. Harrison, I don't believe that you, as an upright and responsible member of the House of Commons, would do such a thing. After all, you are a devout believer.

"Matthew The Gospel says: Whoever looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart. If your right eye causes you to stumble, pluck it out and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one of your members than for your whole body to be thrown into hell. If your right hand causes you to stumble, cut it off and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one of your members than for your whole body to go into hell.

If someone says that a devout person like Mr. Harrison would commit adultery, it would definitely be a slander on his reputation. I think you are probably here to discuss business with this lady, right? After all, your business is so successful, and it is understandable to provide one-on-one service to individual big customers. "

"Yes, you are right, this officer." Harrison was like grabbing a life-saving straw, sweating and saying, "I am indeed here to discuss business with this lady."

The young reporter questioned, "But how do you explain your nakedness?"

Harrison racked his brains and came up with a quick idea. He clapped his hands with a smile on his face and said, "Haha, this is the secret of a businessman. I was able to make such a big perfume business with this trick!"

"Oh?" Barnes raised his eyebrows and said, "Can you talk about the details?"

Harrison's forehead was sweating: "The so-called secret of business success is that I have never hidden anything from my big customers."

Ledley asked stupidly: "Does it include sausages?"

"That's right!" Harrison glared at him and tried to smooth things over: "Young man, do you know why you still have nothing on your shoulder except the police number? Whether you are doing business, running for a councillor or being a policeman, as long as you want to achieve something, being honest with the people you serve is the first priority."

Harrison had just finished speaking when he heard a laugh from the side. The blonde beauty covered her mouth and blinked at Harrison: "Honey, I actually thought so too. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Harrison's face turned the color of liver.

He panted for a long time, and suddenly said again: "Mr. Barnes, you should know Poland. Poland has been a hot spot recently, and all major newspapers are competing to report it. "

Barnes asked: "Although I also sympathize with the plight of the Polish people, what is the relationship between this lady and Poland?"

"Of course!"

When Harrison heard that Barnes sympathized with Poland, he immediately emphasized: "In fact, the lady next to me is a Pole. You must know that our cabinet's attitude towards Poland is really too bad. Viscount Palmerston is unwilling to pay a penny for the suffering Polish people! As a politician, I have always taken it as my responsibility to improve the lives of people around the world. What the government does not do, I, Bernie Harrison, will take the lead! You may not know that I have decided to provide long-term, stable and high-quality perfumes to the Polish exile ladies represented by this lady, and to sponsor them with an additional sum of money for living! "

When Ledley heard this, he couldn't help but applaud and said: "Well done! Mr. Harrison, although as a Scotland Yard policeman I cannot express my political stance, I support you in this matter alone! You are the pride of our Britain!"

When Harrison heard this, he laughed guiltily: "Officer, what did you say? This is what a responsible politician and a loyal believer should do."

Laidley asked again: "So, can I take the liberty to ask, how much have you donated to this lady so far?"

Hearing this, the beauty just gently rested her head on Harrison's shoulder: "Mr. Harrison is quite generous. Although we have only met a few times, I have collected almost five pounds so far."

Harrison interrupted hastily: "Oh, my dear Delfina, you should know that it takes time to raise large sums of money. As for the five pounds, it is my gratitude for learning Polish from you. Don't you Did you forget? We made an appointment to go to Poland for business. "

When Harrison said this, a group of young reporters who had been writing and drawing suddenly smiled and turned the notebooks in their hands to Harrison, which was the cartoon illustration he drew for this news.

The picture is very simple. Although it is all straight and thick lines, a few strokes have already outlined the big bed in the room, Harrison lying on the bed looking embarrassed, and the Polish lady nestled in his arms.

The young reporter smiled and asked: "So Mr. Harrison, what do you think is a good title for this cartoon? "Harrison Perfume Company invests heavily in Poland: total investment is up to five pounds", or "Harry Sen’s one-on-one Polish tutoring”?

"Don't... don't..." Harrison's lips trembled and he slowly raised his finger and pointed at the young reporter: "If you do this, you will destroy me!"

Barnes took a puff of cigarette, then stood up and stretched out his hand to Harrison: "Well, I'm glad to hear your business experience today. I will also talk to Earl Eldon and other loyal fans of Harrison's perfume later. Verify the interview. If what you said about the sausage is true, I will consider setting up a column for you in the financial section of The Times. By the way, are you interested in opening a joint venture with me in a sausage processing factory? "

When Harrison heard this, he just held his chest and looked up at the sky. He felt dizzy, and even breathing became an unbearable burden.

At this moment, just when he was about to faint, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a red light outside the window that was too weak to be noticed.

Harrison turned his head and looked around. In the restaurant on the second floor opposite, a Scotland Yard policeman was sitting, lifting his fork and slowly putting the cut pieces of steak into his mouth.

But unlike Officer Ledley, this officer's shoulder straps are not empty, but appropriately matched with a shiny St. Edward's crown badge.

Arthur also seemed to notice Harrison's gaze. He lifted the white napkin that stood up around his neck and gently wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth. His lips were like reflective cherries after the rain against the oily shine.

Arthur turned his head slightly, raised his glass and congratulated Harrison: "Don't be too angry, Mr. Harrison. The Polish service we provide is much gentler than the French service provided by Mr. Vidocq."

Harrison's eyes trembled. He wanted to raise his hand and point at Arthur, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand at this time. Only the beauty leaning in his arms could vaguely hear his whisper.

"He... damn, Ya... Arthur Hastings, you fucking dare to trick me!"

When the beauty heard this, she just tilted her head and said plaintively: "Alas...Mr. Harrison, when I'm here, don't think about men anymore."