The clouds are low and the sky is gray.
Looking at the ancient tall castle made of gray stones in front of him, Zhang Jing thought of vampires and werewolves.
Instinctively, Zhang Jing wanted to stock up on some silver bullets or lightning strikes.
Running a train in my heart, the two doors of the castle, about ten meters high, opened inwards, and Princess Bei and several waiters appeared.
Recognizing that Zhang Jing was her blue-faced confidant, Princess Bei revealed an ugly smile on her expressionless face and said, "Welcome to the Blood Castle as a guest."
"Blood Castle?" Zhang Jing asked uncertainly.
"It's the Blood Castle," Princess Bei, wearing a yellow down jacket and brown boots, explained, "A tragic war happened here before 1625, and the city walls turned red with blood, so it's called the Blood Castle."
Zhang Jing was amazed in his heart. He didn't expect that the large castle in front of him was already 400 years old.
Seeing Zhang Jing in a daze, Princess Bei said with a "kind face", "I have prepared a sumptuous lunch for you, as well as a variety of after-dinner entertainment activities."
"Thank you, I'm just hungry." Actually, Zhang Jing wanted to go see the yacht directly and didn't want to eat with someone he didn't like.
"Please." As she spoke, Princess Bei stepped aside and made an ancient invitation etiquette.
After passing the gate of the castle, there is an open land behind, leading to a yard paved with gray stone slabs, about five or six acres in size.
Such a large area paved with stone slabs looks quite spectacular.
There were five electric golf sightseeing cars parked nearby. A formally dressed waiter stood by the car, extending his hand to invite Zhang Jing and Bei to get on the car.
"Please." Bei invited.
It was very grand and Zhang Jing felt valued. Could it be that the fake princess was seriously short of money and had to sell the yacht?
After passing the compound, the sightseeing bus stopped in front of the main building of the castle.
The first thing you see is the tall entrance, where two ancient chariots can be entered side by side. With antique decoration, it feels like a medieval place.
Walking through the huge foyer, there is a corridor behind.
The general impression is that the corridor is at most one or two meters wide. The corridor of the castle is five or six meters wide, and the length is endless.
The corridor is about seven or eight meters high, and there are many ancient swords and shields placed on both sides of the wall for decoration.
The ceiling is semi-curved and painted on the top, which is quite religious.
The key point is that the floor is illuminated and the retro crystal lamp is hung.
The biggest highlight is that the corridor is not empty. There are many cars and folding-wing helicopters. You can see them at a glance, including but not limited to Lotus and Bugatti Veyron.
There are also four luxury cars covered in crystals or artificial diamonds.
There are also some gold versions of craft vehicles.
All these looked dazzling against the light and floor, blinding Zhang Jing's eyes.
Just like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden for the first time, Zhang Jing is so knowledgeable, so rich, so good at enjoying, so aura, and so famous!
"Is the wool business so profitable?" Zhang Jing couldn't help but ask, "I heard the profits are very thin."
After killing the fake princess's family, Zhang Jing learned from Xu Jiu that the Montes family controlled almost all of Ireland and most of the wool business in Britain. Chinese website
But the profits are not as huge as imagined.
"No matter what kind of business, monopoly is the most profitable," the fake princess explained. "Although the profit is very thin, the market is huge."
"It's impossible," Zhang Jing argued. "What I know is that some large monopoly companies own a huge market and lose billions every year."
Montes Bay was stopped by Zhang Jing's question, and he thought for a second and retorted, "As far as I know, even if you monopolize garbage recycling, although it is hard work, you can still make money;
Losing billions every year, there is obviously something wrong with such a company. Either try to change management to middle school students. Their minds are cleaner and they may have unexpected gains. "
Zhang Jing was rendered speechless by Montes Bay. Yunique once managed Leopard Beer very well, but her methods were inhumane.
Although the company made money, it also caused many people to lose their income.
Entering the dome living room of the old castle, Montes Bay took the initiative to take the coat that Zhang Jing took off.
"Thank you," Zhang Jing felt respected again, "Isn't that too polite?"
"No," Montes Bay said with a ferocious smile, "We are best friends."
Zhang Jing nodded. Montes Bay was most likely an ugly person with a good heart, and he regretted that he should not have labeled her a "fake environmental princess" in the first place.
"There's still a while for lunch, would you like a cup of coffee?" Montes Bay introduced, "If you don't like it, there's also black tea and green tea."
"Are there any Spanish antiques collected in the Blood Castle?" Zhang Jing has not forgotten his long-term ideal. He can't afford it, so he can only buy antiques. "I want to buy one."
"Yes," Montes Bay introduced, "a chariot bell once used by Alfonso XII."
"Chariot bell?" Zhang Jing heard this for the first time.
"The copper-clad golden horse-drawn chariot bell," Montes Bay, who looked like a fake environmental princess, waved to Zhang Jing, "I'll take you to see it."
The collection room is located in the study room of the master's bedroom deep in the Blood Castle, behind a row of bookshelves and is well hidden.
Montes Bay stepped forward and scanned his iris, entered his password, and the round, thick alloy door, which was comparable to a bank vault, opened.
The sensor light automatically lights up.
It is clearly visible that behind the door is a huge space with an area of about 300 square meters.
Not only is the space large, but there are also many good things, including but not limited to oil paintings, Shiva statues, Buddha statues, crosses, porcelain, wood carvings, gold, silver and bronze wares, etc.
"I don't understand," Zhang Jing asked Montes Bay curiously, "You don't seem to be short of money, why did you sell the yacht?"
Montes Bay smiled slightly and looked ferocious, "Although there are many antiques here, they can't be sold for less than the small target of 3.5 meters, and the cost of owning them is almost zero. Unlike yachts, they are too expensive."
"Why are you short of money?" Zhang Jing inquired.
"After the explosion, part of the family's wool business was taken away by the big Chinese," Montes Bay explained. "I needed money to fight the subsidy war."
The "big country people" refer to the Xu family. Zhang Jing feels his liver hurts. If he helps Montes Bay, does that count as going against Wen Li?
After thinking for a while, Zhang Jing said impurely, "Compared with the wool business, I think buying land and saving land is a better choice."
It is said that at the beginning of each dynasty, a large number of landowners were wiped out due to peasant wars, so the land was evenly distributed and farmers' lives were easier.
However, in the middle and late dynasties, due to the polarization between rich and poor, serious land annexation would occur. Most of the land was occupied by a few landlords, so the poor had no place to stand and could only work as tenants for the landlords.
Bully landlords such as Zhou Papi, Huang Shiren, and Liu Wencai oppressed the peasants until they had no choice but to embark on the road of resistance.
Someone has a very bad conscience and wants Montes Bay or her descendants to become Huang Shiren.
"Don't you know?" Montes Bay turned to look at Zhang Jing and asked.
Zhang Jing's expression was slightly startled, "What?"
"The Montes family owns about 700,000 acres of land, which translates to about 2,833 square kilometers. The entire Ireland only has 70,000 square kilometers of land, and..."
"And what?" Zhang Jing asked.
Montes Bay hesitated for three or four seconds and said, "This matter is a secret;
About 50% of Ireland's land is owned by less than 1% of large landowners, which has not changed for centuries;
Thousands of dukes, barons and squires own 25% of the land, 15% is owned by various enterprises, and various upstart oligarchs own about 5%;
The vast majority of ordinary people own little or no land; those who own homes own about 5% of land in total;
Generally speaking, land ownership is extremely unequal, heavily concentrated in the hands of a few people, and it is difficult to buy new land, which is like a pool of stagnant water. "
"Is the land so fragrant?" Zhang Jing asked in surprise.
Montes Bey nodded affirmatively, "It smells good. It's not that I don't want to buy land, it's just that I can't buy it."
