Chapter 371

"Level four events?" Jeffrey stood up, looked at Mars with a gloomy face and said, "what's the matter? How did Cyril get involved in these four levels? And being watched by Bastille? "

"President, this is what happened. More than ten days ago, guldinia and..." Mars didn't dare to slack off. He made a fuss about how guldinia and ward got involved in the Maimi restaurant. Then, because Ward's Gabriel was involved in the level 4 incident, and Cyril took the money from the two families, he used various means to get information from Basti prison and put money everywhere, He tried to get through the relationship and told the story of the two people's rescue.

After hearing Mars' words, Jeffrey was silent for a while. He looked into Mars' eyes and said, "Mars, how many years have you been with me?"

"Twenty three years, president." Mars lowered his eyes and dared not look Geoffrey in the eye.

"Since old Jack died, you have been with me. Your father and son have been with me for most of their lives. How do I treat you?" Jeffrey asked.

"When my father was alive, he often said that the president was good. He has been with the president since he was a coachman. He has always been grateful for the master's praise. I have been with the president for more than 20 years, and he has treated me like a relative." Mars's head is lower than ever.

"In that case, I'm not dead yet. How can I stand in such a hurry? Remember, as long as I'm alive, I'll be the head of the Morton family, the president of Aden chamber of Commerce, and I'll be Jeffrey Morton, the first business man in the city of chaos. " Jeffrey laughed, a little sarcastic.

"Yes... Yes..." Mars lowered his head. His hair had been soaked in sweat. Although he had been with Jeffrey for more than 20 years, he still remembered the man who had taught his father to be bloody when he first met him as a child.

He is like a great master. He is awed when lying on his stomach. When he roars, everyone has to bow his head.

He is the king of this manor, the king of Aden chamber of Commerce.

"Go and get that fool." The smile on Jeffrey's face faded away, and he took his eyes away from Mars. Looking at the maple tree which was reddening not far away, he said faintly: "from today on, you don't appear in front of me any more. The shop below, you choose the farthest one."

"President..." Mars's face changed dramatically. Looking at the expressionless side face of Jeffery, he swallowed all the words behind. No one could change Jeffery's decision.

"Take care of yourself." Mars bowed deeply and turned away with a sad expression. As he walked out of the garden, Mars looked back at the gray haired old man in the garden and suddenly remembered the words that his father had said to himself before he died: "remember, there is only one president in the world. All you have to do is to be absolutely loyal to him. That's enough."

"Father, maybe I should listen to you." Mars clenched his fist and turned to leave with a heavy step. He knew that he would never return to this beautiful manor. It seemed that there was something missing in his heart.

From childhood to adulthood, he watched the manor prosper and the young and strong president gradually grow old. The rising sun scattered on the luxurious manor, but it seemed to be the afterglow of the setting sun, which made him feel gloomy.

"If the young master didn't choose to be a teacher in those days, maybe this manor could become more magnificent? At least... It won't decay too fast. " Mars thought in his heart, but he soon shook his head with a smile. He remembered the happy appearance of the young master when he got the teacher's acceptance letter from chaos school. "Maybe this is the life he really wanted. Even without this manor, it's enough to have children."

……

"Father, let me explain this, I..." Cyril rushed to the garden, his face a little pale, just Mars had told him about the situation, and said goodbye.

Mars is the most trusted person around his father. Although he usually only acts as a microphone, only he can understand Jeffrey's meaning with a look and a cough. He has a special position in Aden chamber of Commerce.

But now he has been directly removed from office, and no longer holds any position in the chamber of Commerce. He can only enter the stores of the Morton family and become a real marginal figure.

Cyril wasn't stupid. He knew what it meant. Jeffrey was angry, and very angry.

"Pa!!"

Before Cyril finished, Geoffrey, who turned around, slapped him in the face. The crisp voice made the insects in the flowers stop singing.

"Poop

Cyril directly knelt on the ground, his left cheek swollen, looked at Jeffrey with a look of panic, shivered and said: "father, I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong..."

"You know what's wrong?" Geoffrey drew back his hand. His wide sleeve hand trembled slightly. He looked at Cyril and raised his voice a few minutes. "Then tell me, what's wrong with you?"

"I..." Cyril opened her mouth, but she choked and turned her eyes. She didn't know what to say.

"If you don't, I'll tell you what's wrong with you." Jeffrey looked at Cyril as if he were a clown. He looked down at him and said with a sarcastic smile: "first, you should not touch my people. Mars and his son have been with me for decades. Loyalty is the most basic rule of a servant. When you make him obey you, you will have an unfaithful servant."

"Second, you shouldn't change the rules I set. I set the rules that half of the restaurants in the food list of the chamber of commerce were set by me at that time, because all restaurants that can enter the chamber of commerce can be included in the list, but the promotion of ranking can increase the turnover of restaurants to a certain extent, which has aroused the disgust of many common merchants. And you actually take over 90% of the list, using the way of bidding to rank. As the second young master of the Molton family, are you so short of money? Is that all you have in your eyes? Do you know the rules?

Our Molton family's status depends on the rules. Even if the rules are set by ourselves, we must abide by and maintain them. Only a relatively free market will have vigorous vitality and room for further improvement. And you're killing this freedom, so what's the point of our control? "

"Third, you should not provoke people and forces that you can't. Businessmen seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, which is the foundation of our survival. A real businessman should be afraid, know how to protect his wings, and always stand in a safe place.

And you, even for tens of thousands of copper coins to touch Basti prison, to get involved in the fourth level incident. Do you know what level Four means? Even if you are the son of the city Lord, as long as you commit a level 4 incident, you can only stay in Basti prison for a lifetime. What do you think you are? Trying to get people out of Bastille? If you are caught because of this time, don't worry, I won't get you

"Father, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'm wrong..." Cyril, pale, knelt on the ground and climbed forward a few steps, trying to hold Jeffrey's thigh.

"Don't think that the mortons can only be handed over to you after I die, and you can do whatever you want." Jeffrey took back his left foot in disgust and said coldly, "from today on, Gloria is one of the candidates for the succession of the Molton family. She has the same succession right as you."

"Here it is Cyril, paralyzed by lightning, looks up at Geoffrey in disbelief.