Chapter 438: After the small meeting and tryst with Catherine (Part 1)
After the meeting, the city councilors and citizen elites left with joy or sadness. No matter what the situation was, they could not resist.
After all, Horn was here to announce the decision to them, not to ask for their opinions.
For the defeated, what else is there to say?
After the meeting here, Horn’s schedule is not over yet.
Before the meeting, Catherine made an appointment with him to have a small, what was previously referred to as a "one-on-one meeting."
Following Catherine, went up to the third floor, pushing away the flowers scattered around Through the aroma door, a two-entry room comes into view.
The noon sun shines in through the crystal glass on the desk, and wisps of wind blow in from the gaps, blowing the paper holding the ink bottle.
Katherine dragged a chair over, knocked on the door and asked the maid to hand him some black tea, then nodded and smiled elegantly at Horn: "Can you wait a little longer? I need to wash up and change clothes. "
"Didn't you brush your teeth this morning? Why did you put on makeup and wash your face?" Horn said doubtfully, "Your clothes are not dirty, why do you need to change them?"
Catherine was choked by Horn, and said with a pursed lips: "A lady's washing and changing means going to the toilet!"
Horn casually sat down on the cushioned chair and said nonchalantly: "Oh, do you want to poop or pee? It's okay, I'll wait for you."
Catherine, who was blushing, didn't bother much. She stepped heavily and slammed the door of the back bedroom with a clang. Door.
After Catherine left, the whole bedroom became quiet. Sitting on the chair, Horn was bored, so he simply stood up and looked at the room.
I have to say that the Megdi family is indeed a merchant family. The study room outside this bedroom alone is 100 square meters, which is 100 square meters without a pool!
Not to mention the bedroom inside.
There is not much furniture in this room, just a long desk, three chairs, a short one, a cupboard and two bookshelves, with a clean carpet underneath.
He walked to the fireplace in the corner of the room, reached out and opened the box next to the fireplace. It was filled with fine silver charcoal, the kind that would not produce any smoke when burned.
A piece of silver charcoal one cubit long costs 1 dinar, and this box of charcoal is worth 1 gold pound.
The farthest place from the fireplace were two bookshelves. When Horn glanced over, he immediately became interested and walked to the bookshelves.
The books in these two bookshelves are neatly arranged, with no more than twenty books on one floor, five floors in total, and a total of two hundred books on the two bookshelves.
Seeing that Catherine didn't come out for a long time, Horn's reading habit relapsed.
He randomly picked a copy of "The Life of Charles the Great" and put it under his arm, reading it softly in the sunshine.
"...I know that he loves you so much that it hurts so much, and I also know that you love him so much...hiss, this, is this the biography of Charles the Great?"
"Boom!" A clear sound of falling came from behind the door of Catherine's bedroom. Amidst the rapid "thump thump thump" footsteps, Catherine with a bruised forehead opened the door.
She was barefoot and wearing a snow-white nightgown. She didn't even have time to put on a bra, so she rushed over in one wave after another.
Seeing Catherine with red eyes rushing towards him like a dump truck, Horn was so frightened that he took three steps back and even dropped the book in his hand.
Ploping on the book and picking it up, Catherine hid the "The Life of Charles the Great" behind her back with residual images in her hands, and roared angrily: "No one told you not to rummage through a lady's study. "?"
"I just want to find a book to kill time. If it is a sensitive personal book, of course I will not read it, but the book is "The Life of Charles the Great"" Horn scratched. He scratched his head and pretended not to understand, "This is the first time I've seen this version. Please let me see it."
"If I don't give it to you, you are not allowed to see it."
"Don't be so stingy. I didn't mean to do it. Otherwise, you can give me another one. Do you have any more? Let me take a look."
"Don't look at it." Seeing that Horn was actually moving towards The bookshelf was moving away, and Catherine was so anxious that she rushed to the bookshelf on the ground.
She opened her arms facing Horn, stuck out her butt and raised her head, blocking him like an old hen guarding her calves. Her face was red, and she was panting like an old cow guarding its calves. . "Aren't the two hundred books of yours all romance novels?" Horn looked at Catherine's red face with a half-smile, "They are quite girlish."
“Fart! These are serious books.”
"Then take a copy and show it to me."
"Impossible, this is my private book, no lending is allowed!"
Staring with amber eyes Horn, his wet eyes were as shy and angry as an angry deer, and the blush on his cheeks had spread from his earlobes to his snow-white wrists.
Although she is thirty-one years old, under her appearance and plump figure, Catherine has a girlish demeanor and shyness.
Seeing that Catherine's red temperature was approaching the warning limit, and even new weed sprouts began to appear in the soil of the flowerpot on the windowsill, Horn raised his hands and took a step back:
"Okay, okay, romance novels are not uncommon. Who doesn't have a hobby? Didn't Jeanne also buy a large box of Ranger comic books and talk in her sleep."
"Who said it is a romance novel? You must have read it wrong.”
Putting the book back in place with complaint, Catherine stood in front of the bookshelf and took a breath for a minute before she suppressed the blood pressure pouring into her brain.
Afraid that Horne would raid the bookshelf again, she did not continue to change her clothes. Instead, she tightened the belt on the chest of her nightgown and sat down behind the desk with her bare feet.
Looking at Catherine's resentful eyes, Horn continued to look around as if he didn't see anything, as if he had some aesthetic insights into the decoration.
"What was it you said you wanted to talk to me about before?" Horn asked Catherine first.
Although he was mentally prepared for what Catherine wanted to say, Horn still let Catherine speak first.
Pull out the drawer, and after finally calming down, Catherine took out a notebook and threw it to Horn:
“Thirty years ago, Rapid City was dominated by the textile industry and Famous for dyes and pigments, the banking and financial industries began to flourish after my arrival.
There are currently 20 banks and currency exchange companies in Rapid City, and I control 12 of them.
Of the remaining 8, 5 formed an alliance and are still struggling to support it. The other 3 are my allies and branch industries of the established chamber of commerce, so I have not touched them.
According to my estimation of the five alliances, the total number of gold pounds in circulation among the 20 banking chambers of commerce in Rapid City can reach 250,000. ”
One person, one chamber of commerce, controls three-quarters of the banking industry in Rapid City, and even occupies half of the market itself. This is basically a monopoly.
No wonder it is said Catherine is the actual controller of Rapid City's banking industry. She is a big chaebol.
Crossing her legs, Horn put the account book on his lap, opened the pages, and looked at it seriously for a while. He frowned slightly and whispered unconsciously: "...the prince's hand touched the singer's chest..."
"Ah!"
Catherine's face turned red again. She let out a scream, jumped up on the spot, and threw herself from the table. The ink bottle, quill, and books fell to the floor with a crash. .
The account book was snatched away from Horn's hand, and she held it tightly to her chest.
Catherine, whose face was flushed, lowered her head with lingering fear, wanting to see which book it was.
But when she opened it, she only saw rows of detailed numbers and words under the cover of the account book.
In the face of Catherine's increasingly dangerous eyes and rapid breathing, Horne laughed mischievously: "Just kidding, don't be angry, cough, cough, so there are 250,000 gold pounds buried in the warehouse of Rapid City?"
(End of this chapter)