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Chapter 1682 Seeking a monthly ticket

"Thomas, this manor is too big, I feel it is several times bigger than Downton Abbey~"

A girl with capable short hair next to her pointed to the majestic castle not far away and shouted~

"That must be big. Beihai Manor was the Queen's Palace before. After being bought by this young Chinese rich man, a lot of nearby land was purchased~"

"I'm so envious. I don't know when I will own such a large area of ​​land. I also want to build a castle, a bigger one than this one. Look there, there are golf courses, my god, forests, and lakes. This is simply a paradise~"

"It's useless to envy you, who made you not born in a wealthy family~"

"I heard that this Chinese rich man didn't rely on his family, he started his own business~"

"Haha, don't be naive. He himself said that everything we have today depends on the help of our family~"

"How do you know?"

"What he said in his interview, Thomas asked us to read Jason Yang's information carefully. Didn't you read it?"

"Uh~ I attended the party last night, I forgot~"

"Then you have to be careful when you talk later~ don't reveal your feelings~"

A group of young people were chatting about the owner of the manor in the electric car without restraint, but forgot that the bodyguards who drove could understand English.

Although he had no expression on his face, he was laughing in his heart. He probably would have gossip to chat with when he went back to the security room later.

"Mr. Robinson, I am Carson, the butler of Beihai Manor. Welcome you~"

Finally, the electric car stopped in front of the castle gate, and Carson stood outside to greet him personally, which was enough to give the other party.

Looking at Carson with a very stylish look, several young people seemed to travel to Downton Abbey TV series, and they truly felt the aura of the noble housekeeper.

Even the leader Thomas Robinson swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and his sense of inferiority filled his heart.

"Mr. Carson, this is our honor~"

Carson didn't say nonsense, he moved away from his side, "Please come in~"

Along the way, when you meet a maid wearing a manor uniform, you will stop respectfully and say hello, reflecting the good manners of the aristocratic class and not making the guests feel arrogant.

Several young people sighed all the way, but their eyes were not enough. Each of the artworks placed along the corridor was worthless. Not to mention antiques, even the display cabinets were not ordinary, but at first glance they were made of high-end solid wood.

And I feel that every step I take seems to have spanned decades of time, and traveled hundreds of years ago, in that real aristocratic castle, it feels like an illusion that has been in the past lifetime.

“It’s so beautiful ~”

Carson saw the girl with short hair pointing at a piece of porcelain and sighing, and couldn't help but smile, "That's ceramics from Country Z, one of our master's favorite antiques~"

The short-haired girl plucked up her courage and asked, "Can I know the price of it? There is no offense, it's just that it's too beautiful~"

"This is what we sold at the auction, and the transaction price is 2.4 million pounds. It should be added now. After all, the owner of antiques is also a factor that must be considered for the value-added of antiques."

"Wow~ £2.4 million, how much is that?"

"Oh my God, this is too expensive, how much does a Ferrari cost?"

"This~ Should we stay away? Once we touch it, it will be troublesome~"

“Yes, it’s better to be careful~”

Seeing a few young people taking a few steps back, Carson said with a laugh and crying, "Don't worry, as long as you don't push it hard, it won't fall off~"

However, he said this but did not make several young people feel at ease. Anyway, he was even more scared and wanted to leave far away.

Helplessly, Carson had to take them to the small reception room, and all the snacks and coffee were served. Then he went to the back garden to ask Yang Cheng to come back.

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen ~”

Yang Cheng was wearing home clothes, bathed in the spring breeze, and walked in in the golden sunshine, looking like a noble young man.

When he saw him come in, the young men stood up one after another and greeted him with restraint. Yang Cheng signaled, "Don't be nervous, I won't eat people, sit down and let's chat slowly~"

Dangren sat on the single sofa in the middle. Yang Cheng took a sip of coffee and said, "This time I came to you to ask you professionals to help me design a always-owned event. The purpose of this event is to hope that more people will participate in charity, so this is a charity event and there is no need to consider the issue of profitability.

My requirements are only two points: First, the activities must be viral, and they must ferment across the UK and even globally in a very short period of time, so that people cannot help but participate in it;

2. I have to do this activity for many years, and even continue to do it, so you must consider the issue of freshness and make plans for subsequent updates. If your planning can satisfy me, I will hand over this activity to you.

Of course, the price will also satisfy you. In addition to the price agreed in the contract, there is also a generous bonus waiting for you to get~”

Thomas Robinson instantly forgot what inferiority is, "Mr. Yang, please leave it to us with confidence, we will definitely make an activity plan that satisfies you~"

"Very good, I appreciate your confidence. Although you are a young team, I am also a young person, so I am willing to give young people a chance and a platform to prove that you are not worse than the elderly!"

Thomas' chicken was frozen, as if it was injected with chicken blood, and he wanted to roll up his sleeves and start to fuck it immediately.

"Mr. Yang, after Mr. Carson communicated with us briefly yesterday, we made several basic plans overnight. You can first see if you like it~"

The short-haired girl quickly took out her laptop and looked at Carson awkwardly, "Mr. Carson, do you have a projector?"

"Do you need to do a PPT display?" Yang Cheng laughed. He didn't know what was going on now. He had to make a PPT for everything, as if he couldn't continue without this thing.

Thomas was worried that Yang Cheng would be unhappy and explained, "We are not fully prepared~"

Yang Cheng shook his head, "It's okay, go, go to the audio studio, there is a projector over there~"

When these young people saw this narrow-edged version of the opera stage, they were shocked again. Should they be so luxurious? Can private theaters be like Broadway Opera Houses and still make people have fun?

Fortunately, their focus was on work and did not amaze for too long. With the help of Carson, they quickly completed the connection and the demonstration began.

The speaker is naturally Thomas Robinson. Yang Cheng sat in the middle and held a bucket of popcorn in his hand. There was a popcorn machine in the theater. As long as Yang Cheng was there, he would burst a box every day. No matter whether he could eat or not, or whether he could finish it, he could still share it with the servants. There were dozens of mouths, but the family didn’t really have much to share.

He crossed his legs and stuffed popcorn into his mouth from time to time, like watching a movie.
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