The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Before noon, the news of Newcomen being promoted to the five permanent members spread throughout Abetus, and in addition, another name was known to more people.

Henryk.

A young man whom both Duke Dressel and Appleard took a fancy to.

About his investigation, about his identity, all kinds of rumors are flying.

"What nonsense!" Princess Charlotte in the room put down the information she had collected angrily.

"They thought Sigmund and I were..."

"What's the matter?" Duke Dressel smiled, "In Abetus, in the whole of Elam, there should be no better peers than him."

"Even if you look at the Western Continent, if you count the saints cultivated by the church, Sigmund is considered to be the best, and this does not include his talent in the field of creation, such a young man can barely deserve it. To our princess of Elam." The Duke joked.

"But I don't find it funny at all!" Charlotte said with a stern face. "Does it seem funny? You can see for yourself." As she spoke, she handed the information in her hand to the Duke.

"There is only one point for my guess, more people, they all think... that Sigmund is your illegitimate child!"

"Really?" The Duke just smiled and didn't seem to care.

"Whoever has such an outstanding son should wake up with a smile."

"Aren't you angry?"

"Why should I be angry?" He handed the information back to Charlotte.

"It should be Sigmon who is troubled. This guess may be made up by the group of people into a fact. In the next period of time, his life in Abetus will not be easy."

"But I didn't expect that Appleard would make a special trip to see me for Sigmon. It seems that we still underestimated Sigmon's talent in the field of creation."

"How did you make Mr. Appleard give up on Sigmon?" Charlotte asked curiously.

"It's simple." Duke Dressel sighed, "I told him we're running out of time."

"Go, send someone a formal invitation, and invite Sigmon to dinner here in the evening."

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Elm Street, Apartments.

"To be honest, Rebecca, I knew you were rich, but I didn't expect you to be so rich." Sigmund was sitting on the sofa, and at this moment, he felt that Rebecca, who was sitting opposite, was radiating light. of.

The light of money.

"This is all my savings. If I want to scrape together this money, in addition to the apartment we live in now, and the old house my mother left to me, the rest of the property needs to be sold."

"Where's Liam?" Sigmund asked.

"The property there doesn't sell for much money, it's far from comparable to Abetus, so I didn't count it, and... there are many memories of us there, I want to keep a memory, maybe we have the opportunity to go back get there."

From what you said, it was as if we were actually doing something there, Sigmund muttered, and quickly turned his attention to the string of numbers on the paper.

50,000 gold pounds.

This is Rebecca's entire net worth.

In this era, a copper coin is equivalent to four or five yuan, but this is only an approximation. Considering the purchasing power and the huge social and economic gap, the money in this world is obviously more valuable.

If you do the conversion... =_=

Uh... Anyway, it's really a lot of money.

"Although I have a great deal of confidence, seriously, nothing in this world is absolute," Sigmon said.

"I trust my judgment, but I actually took advantage of you," Rebecca said.

"I don't understand the mechanics of the phone, but if it's true, as you say, even if it's just laying a line in Abetus, the money-making ability of this phone company will shock everyone."

"This is the real monopoly, the biggest profiteering."

"Well, the establishment and operation of the company will be handed over to you and Ashley. Although 50,000 gold pounds is a lot of money, it is obviously impossible to cover the entire Abetus line, so In the beginning we had to plan as well as possible…”

Sigmon nodded, and relayed some of his understanding of the telephone business and subsequent business philosophy to Rebecca.

In essence, the newly established Henrik's Telephone Company was just a means for Sigmund to expand his own strength, not a major tool for making money.

He thinks more than profit, but to expand influence as much as possible. He believes that Louis has been obsessed with transforming Abetus, not just because of his status as a prince.

He understood the strength of the enemy and knew that his own efforts could not change anything, and Sigmund was willing to try in this regard.

With Appleard's approval, coupled with the support of Duke Dressel, Sigmund's telephone business would not be disrupted in the Kingdom of Elland.

In return, he negotiated with Newcomen and handed over the design of the mechanical steam engine to Dressel. Whether it was used to equip warships or expand production, after a period of development, the new steam engine would definitely give the entire Kingdom brings great change.

The duke did not let Sigmon be busy, he prepaid a part of the profits from the steam engine and handed it to Sigmon directly, plus Rebecca's start-up capital and bank loans, Sigmon planned to put it in the shortest possible time. The telephone lines covered the whole of Abetus.

"The seats in the House of Lords are firmly held by nobles and major officials. We currently have little chance. Take it slow. With the rise of the telephone business and the qualifications of the House of Commons, we still have a chance to fight for it."

In addition to the development of the phone company, Sigmon also charted a new direction for Rebecca.

"I'm going to talk to Nancy's father about the bank loan." Rebecca quickly entered the role.

Nancy was the protagonist of the Elm Street nightmare they experienced not long ago. Her father was a powerful banker, and the last time Nancy held a mysterious ceremony, the purpose was to pray for her father.

Her father was fighting for a seat in the House of Commons at the time.

As early as when Sigmund was in Liam City, he discovered that Rebecca had a good business acumen. As for Ashley, as legendary assassins, their organization in London was naturally inseparable from business activities and support.

London at the end of the 19th century was a time when business was booming, and Ashley had also accumulated a lot of experience under the scrutiny. They complemented each other's personalities and cooperated tacitly.

In this way, in an ordinary apartment on Elm Street, Henrik's telephone company was established in the exchange of three people.

Not long after the conversation ended, someone from the Duke's Palace sent an invitation.

Taking advantage of the free afternoon, the three of Sigmund registered the telephone company~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Sigmund, what position do you plan to give me in the company? " Walking down the street, Rebecca asked curiously.

"You?" He glanced at Rebecca up and down. The lawyer lady was wearing a light blue pleated skirt and a hat of the same color, which looked pure and lovely in the afternoon sun.

"Look at your performance." Sigmund smiled.

"What kind of performance, I have helped my mother with the accounts since I was a child, and I am a lawyer myself..." Rebecca was a little resentful.

"Got it, got it." Sigmund interrupted Rebecca with a wave.

"Looking at our relationship, you should start with the assistant to the president first, right?"

"President?" Rebecca's eyes widened, it was an unfamiliar word, "What does an assistant do?"

Sigmund smiled and said nothing.

There are so many things an assistant can do.