"Ahem, what did you say? I am a baron?" Du Yongxiao was a little surprised.
Du Yongxiao never thought that these ghost guys would be so treacherous. They would wipe out all his merits by getting a knighthood. Maybe he could only get a chief inspector or a junior superintendent.
Unlike Du Yongxiao who scolded his mother, Howard and others who valued their title and honor were all stunned by the news brought by old Henry.
Although it is now a peaceful era, knighthood and the like are not as grand as before, and there are no fiefdoms or anything like that, but the honor of being a knight is not something that ordinary people can bear.
What's more, Du Yongxiao is still Chinese?
So young again?
There is no such thing as a Chinese baron in his twenties, even after searching all over the world.
"Yes, old Henry, are you mistaken? How could Du be made a baron? Is he Chinese?" Howard couldn't help but asked.
The old butler Witt next to him stared wide-eyed, waiting for Old Henry to explain.
"This is the real situation! I just got the news..."
Next, old Henry simply told what happened.
After listening, Howard no longer had any doubts, and his eyes changed slightly when he looked at Du Yongxiao.
The old butler Witt did not dare to pose high in front of Du Yongxiao anymore, and the height of his chin was also lowered by three points.
Seeing Howard looking at him, Du Yongxiao did not hesitate anymore and smiled at Howard: "Let's put this matter aside for now, about the cooperation issue we just talked about--"
Howard reached out and said, "Happy cooperation!"
For Howard, money is second, honor is the most important!
Being able to cooperate with the first Chinese baron in history, maybe he will also be recorded in history.
…
"What's wrong, Jerry? You look like you're in a bad mood!"
In Du Yongxiao's villa, the housekeeper Tom walked outside and saw the black driver Jerry not cleaning the car, but smoking a cigarette.
Jerry sighed: "Isn't it about my girlfriend? Their parents don't allow her to make friends with black people."
Tom expressed his understanding, took out a cigarette, and leaned on the car: "Indeed, if I had a daughter, I would not allow her to find a black man as her boyfriend."
"Huh?" Jerry stared at Tom.
Tom hurriedly said: "Don't look at me like that. This is the situation in the UK, and it's even worse in the United States! Do you know in Los Angeles that black people over there will be shot and killed by white police at will? So dear Jerry, you should be happy , you’re in London, not Los Angeles.”
"Man!" Jerry said, glaring at Tom, "After all, I've been working with you for so many years, and you can't say something nice?"
"Okay, okay, let me tell you something nice! According to your current situation, if you want to win the favor of the girl's parents, you will have to move your status to a higher level."
"What's the meaning?"
"It means that although you are a black man, you are not an ordinary black man!"
"Damn it! If you say this, you haven't said it yet. I'm just a black driver. Can I still be awarded the title of Marquis?"
"Haha, don't even think about this! Even if you really get a title, it won't be your turn!"
"Then what should I do?"
"You should pray, pray that our master can be granted a title, and then you and I can also drink soup and eat meat, and chickens and dogs ascend to heaven!"
"How is that possible?" Jerry sneered. "Although our master is very powerful, he is Chinese! Even though I am a black man and I am superior to him, how can he be canonized by the Queen?"
Tom also agreed with Jerry's point of view. Although Du Yongxiao was very powerful, he was still a little too far away from becoming a knight, and even a bit fanciful.
"Forget it, pretend I didn't say that! In fact, I just want to comfort you!"
The two sighed for a while, smoked cigarettes, leaned on the car, and watched the maid beating the quilt in the yard and the cook washing potatoes.
…
Jingle Bell
the phone is ringing.
Tom, the butler, was smoking and didn't bother to answer the phone. He motioned to the maid: "Go and answer the phone!"
The maid rolled her eyes.
Tom flashed the cigarette he was smoking at her, and the maid walked in dissatisfiedly to answer the phone.
Soon, the maid ran out in a panic-——
"Come on, something big happened!"
"What big trouble could happen?" Tom scolded, "Don't make a fuss! Pay attention to your appearance!"
"Yes, something happened to the master!" the maid stammered, "He was made a baron by Her Majesty the Queen. Let me inform you to quickly customize your dress and attend the investiture ceremony with him tomorrow!"
"Plop!"
Jerry, the black driver, fell directly to the ground.
Tom, the white butler, was even more stunned and didn't even know that the cigarette burned his fingers.
…
Word spread quickly.
Originally, the place where Du Yongxiao lived was a suburb of London. It was a small place and news spread quickly.
Before Tom could pack up the house and prepare for Baron Du's triumphant return, there were constant knocks on the door.
After hearing the news, nearby villagers flocked in with gifts such as chickens, ducks, fish, whiskey and brandy.
These people have never been in contact with high-ranking officials in their lives, let alone meeting a big shot like Jazz. Now there is one next to them. How can they not be excited?
"Is Baron Du at home? This is a London duck I raised myself. It's great for making duck dishes!"
"Dear Lord Baron, this is our farmed salmon, it can be made into salmon sashimi!"
"Sir, this is malt whiskey brewed by me myself! Made from pure malt, no chemicals are added!"
These villagers are all simple and kind-hearted. The biggest purpose at this moment is to take a look at the future baron Du Yongxiao.
It's a pity that Du Yongxiao hasn't come back yet.
The butler Tom had no choice but to accept all the villagers' gifts. For the sake of fairness, he also wrote a gift list and marked the names of the gift givers.
"Excuse me, you must give the whiskey to Baron Du to taste!"
"Yes, our salmon is very good. It's best if Baron Du can advertise it!"
"Okay, I will accept everyone's wishes for our Lord Baron!" Tom exhaled and raised his eyebrows. He had never felt more majestic than today.
Even Jerry, the black driver, was walking with wind, and his nostrils started to turn upward when he saw people.
"When our Lord Baron comes back, I will definitely convey everyone's thoughts towards him. As for now, please leave first! Yes, we still have a lot of things to prepare. Tomorrow our master will receive the award, maybe Gotta get up early--"
After finally persuading these villagers to leave, Tom was so tired that his mouth was dry. When he turned around, he saw the black driver Jerry making a call -——
"Hey, are they Miss Tracy's parents? I am her boyfriend Jerry. Yes, I am the black driver!"
There was a curse coming from the other end of the phone.
In the past, Jerry would have immediately felt inferior.
At this moment: "Have you finished scolding me? Oh, actually it's nothing. I just called you to inform you that my master will attend the ceremony tomorrow and I don't have time to accompany your daughter to play pool! Yes, I don't have time."
Jerry raised the funeral door: "What honor did our master receive? Oh, I forgot to tell you -"
Jerry crossed his legs, "Baron! British Empire, Chinese Baron!"
(End of chapter)
