At 11:30, the First Pier of Outer Just.

It's very windy.

The wind on the sea is like a thunderous grinding wheel that polishes the edge of the island, and the irritable waves rush to slap the coast.

Even for islanders who have lived on the island for a long time, such bad but rain-free weather is not common.

"It's not raining!"

Brooklyn, who was working on the dock, chewed the hard bread fiercely, raised the wooden cup, drank the water mixed with the poor wine, and threw the plate out of the cafeteria.

He is going to work.

Unlike most people imagine, because of the chic and harsh privacy protections, these dock workers are the busiest group of people during the sheltered villa auction.

Their dormitory is at Pier 1 on the easternmost part of the island, and lots are stored at Pier 27 and 28 on the westernmost part of the corner.

Four hours before each auction, they have to cross the entire island and carry the expensive and fragile lots to the main venue one by one. Two hours after the auction, they have to send the sold lots to the corresponding dock to exchange for a large amount of gold coins.

In the middle of the night, these gold coins have to be loaded on board and off the island.

In just two days, their work arrangements are plural, with each person's work content sticking to the walls of the dormitory. According to sudden accidents, they must accept assignments and support and help at any time.

What's even more terrible is that such busyness is sudden. The one-year dispatch on the island is very leisurely most of the time, and only the auction is less than a week before and after. Even if you know that this is the reason why the Chamber of Commerce pays them a whole year of wages, people will still be irritable.

"Even if you have to be on standby to sleep, isn't it good for slaves to do such a job?" Brooklyn became more and more bored. He put on a shoulder strap for carrying lots and beat his waist to prepare to start the afternoon work.

The wind suddenly sent a strange shout.

"Enem...attack! Enemy...attack!"

The strong wind made the sound coming from the ground unreal, but the source could be heard barely.

Brooklyn looked up as the source of the sound and saw a slight waving of red silk on the watchtower in the strong wind.

The guard who was in charge of the lookout was waving, and behind him, in the direction of the sea, the sail mast jumped out of the water like a forest.

Fire!

Brooklyn saw the fire, and then a strange whistle was mixed in the howling wind.

Woo…………………

Brooklyn's eyes widened: "Enemy...attack! Bombardment!!!"

boom!

...

As Lorraine expected, the free bidding for box No. 2 was much more decisive than No. 16. In just three minutes, 180,000 became 200,000, which was still an increase of 20,000, at least avoiding the bad state that Lorraine was most worried about.

On the 7th and 16th, the design of the Fury entered the final round of victory at a sky-high price of 203,000 pounds.

The auction price rose rapidly. It took two minutes to break through 210,000 yuan, but it was still two minutes for 220,000 yuan, and 230,000 yuan.

Lorraine's No. 7, his opponents No. 2 and No. 16 were extremely decisive when quoting, without hesitation. However, the 15 minutes set by Sieg for his subordinates had passed, but Harry and Ryan still did not bring good news.

There was no smile on Sieg's face: "No. 2 is a Russian, No. 16 is a Portuguese. Is that how do you judge?"

"I said that the worst possibility cannot be ruled out, Lao Dukov was on the 16th, and the previous bid was the smoke he asked his nephew to put."

"The worst case..." Sieg swallowed, "Guess how much did the Russians bring?"

"More than 350,000, more than 100,000 yuan higher than our total chips, and the dominant strength."

"Are the Russians crazy about spending 350,000 yuan on a drawing of a third-class battleship?"

Lorraine? glanced at Sieg in another place: "I just said this at this time? When the bidding exceeded 120,000, the people participating in the auction were already..."

Bang!

The door of the private room was pushed open, and Ryan's face was splashed with blood, and he gasped desperately: "Three...No. 30! Solomon is in the private room No. 30, Pier 9, and it has been confirmed that the interim finance secretary of the United States, Alexander Hamilton, is also there. As President Drake said, Solomon is just covering!"

"I was 2 minutes late, but the information was more complete than I thought." Lorraine smiled and stood up, taking off her top hat and his umbrella sword from the hood rack. "Carmen, you are here to preside over."

Carmen nodded with a smile: "What reason are you going to find when you visit me suddenly?"

"A reason..." Lorraine covered her hat on her head, raised her head, and stared at Kron, "How about helping Kron become a mediator?"

The mountain-like Kron suddenly lost his color.

"Ha ha!"

Whether they were willing or not, after a moment, Cron and Lorraine were standing in front of the door of Room No. 30.

Lorraine took off her gloves and knocked on the door gently. After a while, the door was opened from the inside.

The one who opened the door was Rody, the housekeeper of Solomon's family. When the old man opened the door, he looked confused. When he saw Lorraine and Cron, his doubts turned into horror.

He subconsciously blocked the door: "Mr. De...Mr. Drake, Mr. Scott?"

"Mr. Roddy, your voice is too loud." Lorraine gently stretched out the umbrella sword, pressed the butler's waist, and pushed it aside bit by bit.

The old man's face turned red: "Mr. De...Mr. Drake, loud voice has always been my characteristic..."

"I don't really understand the reason why you are blocking here."

Lorraine exerted a little force and easily photographed the butler on the wall. The butler struggled hard, but found that he could not move at all.

Lorraine's voice was like a knife.

"As you can see, I'm going to come here because I know who is inside. I think we have to meet and if you want to hinder me for them, I might kill you and nothing will change."

"Alexander, do you want to make the place bleed?"

"Ah, ah, Ken..." Hamilton walked out in a strange tone, glanced at the old housekeeper, and immediately changed his tone, "Lorraine, it's rare for you to look extremely frustrated."

"Because my time is tight." Lorraine strode into the box and happened to hear the quotation on the stage.

"242,000 pounds! No. 2, No. 7, No. 16! Amazing price, amazing competition! No. 2, No. 7, No. 16, will you continue to stick to it?"

“245,000 pounds!…”

Amid the exclamation, Lorraine walked through Hamilton with expressionless expression, took off her top hat and hung up her umbrella sword.

Cron followed behind him in a hurry, walked into the room, carefully waving to Miss Solomon, who was also helpless.

Behind them were the old housekeeper Roddy and Adrey, who kept the duties of his servants and subordinates, silently against the wall on the left and right.

Hamilton fell to the end, walked in slowly, and sat across from Lorraine.

"I won't ask how you found me. There will definitely be no touching stories anyway." He said, "Lorraine, why are you here?"

Lorraine tilted her head and held her chin up, thinking for a while: "Kron admires Miss Solomon. Although both parties are aware of this matter, the Nordic reserve makes Kron do stupid things."

"As his friend, I feel that I need to support his relationship. It just so happens that love is something that is different from the occasion. I come to do it when I think of it. This is why I accompanied Kron."

"It's because of love?" Hamilton's tone made Cron and Miss Solomon blush.

Just like in the midst of a trial surrounded by crowds, someone was fiddling with the scars on their bodies without mercy. The pain was second, and more importantly, the sense of shame made people want to find a crack in the ground to drill down.

Sadly, both Lorraine and Hamilton are good at abandoning human nature in the face of absolute goals.

Hamilton had a sarcastic smile on his face: "So Lorraine, my best friend, what are you going to do for their love?"

"Nothing is going to do," Lorraine said. "Love is something private, and once it enters the implementation stage, no help is meaningless."

"Since love is a private matter..." Hamilton clapped his palms, "It seems we'd better avoid it."

“No.”

“No? Reason.”

"One is a designer who is afraid of socializing and lacks confidence, and the other is a young lady who is trapped by her family and firmly believes that she is not popular. Their conversation will not go smoothly. As friends, we have the obligation to warm up before they open their hearts."

"How to warm up the scene?"

"chat."

“What are you talking about?”

“How much authorization is your?”

The two parties were completely ignored, but the magical thing is that because of the ignorance, they just want to thank God.

Hamilton changed to a comfortable sitting position: "150,000."

"Let me." Lorraine straight to the point.

"Impossible, this will ruin my political career." Hamilton also made it straightforward.

"You have two choices. One is that when you land in Boston, I will give you all the principal and 30% interest on the bridge. Public and private matters are yours, and we may not decide any documents."

"Secondly, you will host the next naval purchase in the United States. If Drake is selected, I will give 10% off the final transaction price. This can be signed. "

"I want a formal contract, and the host will change it to the temporary finance department or any subsequent department. The discount will be adjusted to 85% off, and 10% off is too little."

Lorraine thought for a while and looked up: "Adrey, inform Carmen immediately that she has 400,000 now."

"yes!"
Chapter completed!