Chapter 166

It was of course Miss ophy McCarthy, the manor housekeeper and the liaison of the branch to the general assembly, who was responsible for welcoming the golden deer and the four branch leaders.

It's only three days. After Lorraine's formal acceptance, the easily satisfied miss ofey has rapidly improved her aura at the rate of 18 changes a day. Now she has washed away the local flavor hidden in innocence and diligence.

Delicate light makeup, calm look, long hair simply tied with hairpins and ribbons, pasted black tuxedo and fluffy white lace edge supporting skirt all show the solemnity and ability of being a housekeeper.

She bowed to the guests: "two presidents and two supervisors, the master is waiting for you in the manor. There are rich and delicious English morning tea. I hope you have a good meal."

This is the only greeting. After that, miss ofey turned proudly with her chin raised. At the moment when her eyes swept over chuck, she snorted in a nasal voice.

Olmert was so confused that he secretly pulled old Leonard's sleeve: "Arthur, is she really that stupid little Irish girl?"

"This... Who knows? Maybe it's just similar in appearance?"

"It's me." Chuck turned his head with a smile. "It seems that Miss McCarthy has finally found a suitable position. The previous three letters are also in place. The words and expressions are in place. It's obviously hard work."

"Young people are always full of possibilities," Leonard sighed. "Let's go too. The captain's patience is not good. If he keeps waiting, he will be scolded."

"Chairman... Bad temper?"

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A group of five people walked slowly along the forest path to the manor, through the iron gate, and the scenery suddenly changed.

On the rolling grass hills, a tall young man was painting leisurely with an oil painting stick. A plate of sandwiches was full at his feet, and there was no movement at all. The snow-white bread was sporadically stained with grass stems and broken leaves. The number was very small, which was obviously a trace of the wind.

Miss ofey took a surprised look. She couldn't believe that bell, who had always been born like a hungry ghost, would one day regard food as nothing.

There must be something wrong!

Miss ofey especially wants to break through this fog. Unfortunately, this is not the time. She still has the important task of reception.

She thought with regret, waved her hand and guided the guests diagonally through the grassland to the manor villa on the edge of the cliff.

Lorraine greeted him with a smile: "as always, on time, chuck, 9:30, no difference."

"This is the credit of the two captains. Their exquisite command saved me time at sea."

"You seem to get along well." Lorraine let chuck look at the three people behind him. "It's sunny today. Gentlemen, have a good appetite."

The sumptuous English morning tea was put on the open-air table like water under the command of miss ofey. Lorraine led several people in the branch to chat and sit down, chuck and old Leonard on one side, cotrence and Olmert on the other.

The sacred dining table can't accommodate business, so we can only adjust food with wind, flowers, snow and moon.

Lorraine had a chance to chat with two young local snakes. Most of the topics were about the fictitious Maya adventure. Neither the speaker nor the listener had the intention.

It was easy. After dinner, miss ofey led Leonard to visit the villa, leaving only Lorraine and chuck under their umbrellas.

"Chuck, the branch has developed very well. Sucrose, coffee, spices, fruits and grain, apart from North America, the special products of the new world are relatively single, and the current environment can not tolerate the lucrative Sino North American triangular trade. You are right to focus on South America."

Chuck nodded: "the trade between the Caribbean and South America can only ensure the branch's self-sufficiency. If you want to create profits and recover costs, you still have to export to northwest Europe."

"It's urgent." Lorraine smiled. "Without increasing investment, it takes time and luck to build a large ocean fleet. The northwest European branch has insufficient information and can't draw too many ships across the ocean for the time being."

"This is conservative!" Chuck frowned. "Chairman, northwest Europe is very stable. You can transfer more Briggs and brigantines. You should put pressure on President piddick!"

"Unfortunately, I prefer Ramos' opinion on this point. Northwest Europe is still in the development stage, and there is no reason to take the initiative to increase operational risk."

"If so... If the Caribbean wants to recover its investment, it may have to wait until two years later."

"Two years is two years. Our biggest capital is youth. What's more, as long as I can bring back more ships, the time to turn losses into profits will only be short, not long."

"Gambler spirit..." Chuck sighed complicatedly. "In fact, I prefer my employer to be a pure businessman."

"We are privateers. We take and plunder. Even if we only talk about legal means, we have much more choices than ordinary businessmen. Don't bind ourselves to boring contracts, my president."

"I see..." Chuck breathed out in a low voice. "President, I need to report the three things you told me."

"Go ahead."

"The golden deer returned to Zhao completely. With the 70 sailors you brought as the backbone, vice president Leonard supplemented the manpower on board. The selection standard is very high, and more than half of them have service experience in the Royal Navy."

"I believe you and old Leonard."

"Thank you, chairman. Second, Lieutenant Colonel Nelson is not in Kingston. He went to Barbados with the badger a few days ago and left a message for you, [if you can get to Barbados before May 1, I will wait for you there]."

"Barbados?"

"Barbados."

"Do you know what it is?"

"I inquired about the old times in the army. It seems that my uncle is going to organize a war in the Windward Islands to defeat the plot of the French to occupy the Windward Islands. The new continental fleet is gathering in Barbados, and my uncle has passed."

"Sir Parker is in command? Where is the Duke of Wales?"

"With my uncle."

Lorraine whistled in surprise.

The Duke of Wales is Sir Parker's flagship, 98 class II battleships, and the general flagship of the Royal Navy's new continent fleet.

If even she joined the battle, it shows that Sir Parker is not satisfied with simply "expulsion" or "defeat", but is ready to organize a battle with a clear purpose.

There is not much difference between the French and the British in the maritime power of the new world. Combined with the intelligence collected by Lorraine in New Orleans, the Dutch are not at ease.

Sir Parker was not sure that he would win the decisive battle.

"Is it difficult to be sure of victory..." Lorraine pondered for a moment. "Sir chuck, are you ready to rebuild order in the Caribbean?"

"Reconstruction?" Chuck was stunned for a long time and said in embarrassment, "Chairman, it's a taboo for people who leave the military to inquire about military affairs. I haven't further investigated or thought about this matter."

"Really... There are eight days left, which is more than enough time. I'll ask Lieutenant Colonel Nelson myself. About the third thing..."

"I am about to report to you on the crime of Mr. bell judia, major of the Royal Navy, lieutenant commander of the mainland sub fleet and commander of the lion..."