"Dean Haider, I'm sorry to bother you so late." In front of an old courtyard covered with ivy, Hill looked at Haider and said apologetically.
"How could it be? Miss Hill has always supported our research, and such trivial matters are of course not a problem." Haider waved his hands quickly, looked at Hill and hesitated for a moment and said, "However, those questions that Miss Hill just asked , could it be said that someone has already developed a steam engine?"
"I'm not sure about this yet. If I get the exact news, I will notify the dean as soon as possible." Hill said with a smile.
"Okay, if someone has really developed a steam engine, that would be something to be happy about." Haider nodded with a smile.
Hill looked at Haider and said with some confusion: "Dean, you have been researching and experimenting for so many years. Wouldn't you feel sad if someone was the first to make a steam engine?"
"Why are you sad? Although we have been researching for many years, we have not made any breakthrough progress. Although Mr. Mag gave us some suggestions some time ago, there is still a long way to go before we can make a finished product that can be used. If someone Being able to make a steam engine now is really a huge breakthrough and something worth celebrating." Haider shook his head with a smile.
"Dean, if you have any research topics in the future and need funds, you can come to me." Hill also had a smile on his face and nodded slightly.
"Then I'll thank Miss Hill first." Haider nodded with a smile.
"Then I'll take my leave first." Hill got on the carriage, and the coachman drove the carriage slowly away.
"If someone really makes a steam engine, it proves that the direction of our efforts over the years is not wrong, but we don't know who made it. When Miss Hill sends back the news, we must come to ask for advice." Haider Station Talking to myself at the door.
"This is the person who is really doing research. I hope Mr. McGonagall will not just use the things they have studied for many years to fool me." Hill turned towards the car curtain and whispered to himself.
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Malton Manor, in the study room filled with ledgers on wooden shelves.
Cyril looked at Jeffrey who was changing clothes under the steward's service, and said with a somewhat excited expression: "Father, that dead girl Gloria colluded with Hill at the banquet today, causing our Morton family to lose all face. Moreover, he made the decision to donate privately without taking the family property seriously at all.
Moreover, today he and Namag behave in a sloppy manner and speak protective words. I am afraid that they have an improper relationship. I feel that she is not suitable to continue to be the heir of the Morton family and the owner of Dailan Cloth Art Store. "
"Snapped!"
A clear and loud slap sounded in the room.
The housekeeper held the clothes in his hands, went out briskly, and closed the study door.
Jeffrey retracted his slightly trembling hand, looked at the red slap mark on his face, stretched out his hand to support Cyril on the desk beside him to avoid being hit by the knife, and said with a cold face: "Do you know why I hit you?"
Cyril covered his face, feeling a little dizzy. Jeffrey rarely hit him since he was a child, but now when he heard his words, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He lowered his eyes and did not dare to answer.
"Today at the banquet, it was not Gloria who made the Moulton family lose face, but you, this useless guy. It was her who saved some face for the Moulton family, so that they would not let them down. I feel that my Moulton family has no successor.
As her second uncle, you actually said such words that insulted the girl's innocence. If you are not suitable to continue to be the successor, I think you should be considered. "Jeffrey said with a cold expression.
Cyril's expression changed drastically, he knelt on the ground with a thud, hugged Jeffrey's thigh and cried: "Father, I know I was wrong. Please give me another chance. I really know I was wrong."
"Go away!" Jeffrey raised his leg and kicked Cyril to the ground, and said with a cold expression: "I started my business when I was twelve years old. Along the way, I have been cautious in my actions and words, and I have created this huge family business. You don't want to make progress, you only want to enjoy yourself all day long, you listen to the slanderous words of villains, you create chaos, and sooner or later my family will be ruined!"
"Father, I will change... I will definitely change! From today on, I will definitely change, and I will no longer cause trouble, and I will no longer associate with those villains... I know I am wrong, I know I am wrong... "Cyril's face turned pale, and he climbed up. He didn't dare to hug his thigh anymore. He knelt on the ground and slapped himself while saying with tears.
Jeffrey looked at Cyril with a cold face, and after he almost slapped his face until it was swollen, he said coldly: "Please remember what you said today carefully. If I hear that you are here again, If you mess around outside and insult Moulton's reputation, I will kick you out of Moulton Manor!"
"Yes! Yes!" Cyril nodded quickly and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't be in a hurry to be happy, the matter is not over yet." Jeffrey smiled coldly, took out a thick account book from the first shelf on the side of the bookshelf, and placed it heavily on the table, "This is what you have been responsible for in the past few years. I have a backup account book of the operating conditions of several shops. You think you can get away with it by modifying the account book, but you don’t know that the accountant records two copies when keeping the account book.
I don’t care how much money you have taken from these shops over the years, but starting from today, I will take back all these shops, including your status as a director of the Chamber of Commerce. The business situation of Kerry's blacksmith shop has been basically the same in the past two years. Now I will give you twenty days to make this blacksmith shop start to make a profit.
If the money in the blacksmith shop's account can be more than that in Dailan Cloth Shop after twenty days, all those things will be returned to you. If Dailan Fabric Store has more money on its books, then these things belong to Gloria. "
Cyril's face looked a little ugly, but looking at Jeffrey's expression, he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Yes."
"Don't think about playing tricks. If you can't compare to a woman, then you are not worthy of inheriting the Morton family." Jeffrey looked at Cyril with a hint of warning, turned around and went out.
"Hiss..." Cyril covered his face and slowly stood up. He held the desk with both hands and looked at the account books on the table. His expression was a little distorted and he said: "Old man, you have never trusted me from the beginning to the end. Lian Xi Your little girl has already inherited the Buffett family, but you still let me and a little girl compete here for the position of successor..."
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"Princess! Princess..."
Phyllis trotted into the wide cave. Looking at Irina, who was squatting under the Tree of Life with her back to the direction of the cave, seemingly lighting a fire, she stopped, sniffed her nose, and asked curiously: "Princess , are you burning something?"
"Well, I'm making roast chicken. Alex liked my roast chicken the most back then. When I found them, I decided to make roast chicken for them every day." Irina held a branch in her hand. , said with a serious look.
"Have you really decided to do this?" Phyllis asked with a somewhat complicated expression, looking at the roasted chicken on the branch that had almost turned into black charcoal.
