Chapter 448

Woolward farm is one of the largest farms on Nevis island. It is located in the outer suburb of Charleston, the capital of Nevis, and adjacent to Nevis peak, the highest peak of the island. It covers an area of more than 6000 acres. There are pastures, forest farms, horse farms, continuous sugarcane plantations, and even a beautiful private lake.

The farmer is a cousin of Francis. Since her husband passed away, she came here to live alone with her son. From this, she was able to get to know Nelson at the social ball, fall in love and restart her life.

It was also Nelson's temporary residence on Nevis island. The dance was held by the farmer Mr. woolward to welcome him, which added a sense of destiny to his encounter with Francis.

Nelson entertained Lorraine and his sailors in a small garden by the lake.

It was late at night and the forest was quiet. Men and women danced in the melodious orchestral music. Most of the groups were ladies of Nevis and married or unmarried gentlemen on the ship. Several pairs... Such as acharin... And his partners had obviously stepped through the social distance symbolizing politeness.

Nelson smiled like a slut.

"Acharin Desai, I remember him. His action on Halloween left a deep impression on me, which made me wonder if every French man was as invincible as him until I went to France..."

"Disappointed?" Lorraine leaned against the style and shook the glass.

"No, it's lucky," Nelson replied honestly.

Lorraine smiled with disgust: "if French men could have a third of the skills of Asian slag, the world would have offered chicken as a sacred thing."

"Yes," Nelson added, suddenly asking, "where have you been this time?"

Lorraine looked away.

Nelson hurriedly raised his hands: "don't look at me with such eyes. I don't know whether the Royal Navy has buried nails around you. Don't forget that you are a top chaebol now. Even if you really have your information, I can't see it for the sake of confidentiality."

"That's what you guessed." Lorraine was more curious. "I always thought bell did a good job."

"It's bell Judea's command. No wonder it's completely different from your style." Nelson laughed relieved.

Lorraine raised his glass and took a sip: "I took time to go to Africa in the first half of the year."

"Africa?"

"Maria I confiscated my property. I went to argue with her and now I want to come back."

"Maria I... Pious Maria?" Nelson heard it again and again.

"Is it strange?" Lorraine put on an innocent look. "God gives us human rights and real rights. Everyone's private property should be sacred and inviolable. Under God's instruction, what I do is just to protect my born rights."

Nelson looked helpless: "although there is no problem with every word in your words, these words pop out of your pagan mouth and always feel..."

"What's the matter with pagans? Using God's teachings to restrict my behavior is my respect for the mainstream civilization. If she dares to deprive me of my property according to Asgard's rules, I should burn Lisbon."

Nelson surrendered.

He rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm sure Maria I is not as eloquent as you. But seriously, what are you doing in Africa?"

"I said to argue with Maria I."

Lorraine played with the wine glass on her hand, aiming amber liquor at the moon, absent-minded.

"Her people played pirates at sea, but slandered me as pirates, so I went to persuade those pirates to testify for me."

"But they didn't want to. Not only they didn't want to, they fled into the Sultanate established by the Omani under the shelter of a sultan, refused to meet me and deprived me of my right to persuade them."

"How can the Portuguese be so overbearing?"

"In order to better communicate, I can only change a reasonable Sudan for the Sudanese state to help me convince those pirates. Basically, I was busy with this matter some time ago."

Nelson stared at the dog: "Sultan of Oman... Muscat? Hell, isn't that in West Asia?"

"Their land spans Asia and Africa. There's nothing wrong with saying that they are African countries."

"Er... Wait, the gem you gave to Francis before?"

"Drake has always been based on honesty." Lorraine smiled and bowed to Nelson. "In the process of selecting a new Sudan, my allies and I briefly blocked the port of Muscat. About 60% of Muscat residents can only rely on relief during the closure of the port, and I am the only supplier of relief goods for them."

"It is a well-known truth that businessmen pursue profits and monopolize trade only to maximize profits."

"The Omani people need me to use my limited transportation capacity to transport as many necessities as possible, and need me to give up the lucrative jewelry, spices, fur... And so on. Of course, they have to give me a relatively fair price."

"You call the business of exchanging half a ton of flour for 22 carat emeralds fair?" Nelson sneered.

But Lorraine could not see any smile on his face. He said seriously, "when they have no food and clothing, the price is really reasonable."

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

Nelson sneered at the serious Lorraine. The more he laughed, the less he could laugh, and the more difficult it was to laugh.

"You... You chose the gift specially?"

"Of course, in your letter, you told me with confidence that you had found your right daughter. Since then, I've been thinking about what to choose as a gift for the first time."

Lorraine put down her glass and suddenly changed into a salute.

"My original choice was a boat of flour, because my staff committee told me that there was a famine in Leeward Islands. Food should be the most sincere gift and can also relieve the disease of burning eyebrows."

"But when I returned to the Caribbean, I heard that you were under house arrest. No one in Leeward Islands enforced the forward-looking navigation regulations, and the price of flour has plummeted seven or eight times."

"You ruined my plan. As a last resort, I had to step back and choose from a pile of barely visible things for a long time. Finally, I chose this humble little gem."

Lorraine mocked without concealment. Nelson's face was unspeakably ugly: "do you even think I did wrong?"

"Pursuing fame and wealth is certainly right, my colonel. You just did something stupid, not wrong." Lorraine shook his head and smiled. "Not long ago, when I invaded the Sultanate, I told Oman's allies that businessmen were builders."

"Businessmen are builders. In the process of pursuing fame and wealth, we manage friends. Soldiers are destroyers. In the process of pursuing fame and wealth, you create enemies."

"The enemy of the enemy can become friends, and the merchant's customers also have the potential to become friends. Colonel, I privately thought that they might not be friends before you came to the Leeward Islands, but you sublimated their friendship."

"You made everyone feel threatened, the property was damaged, and there was a famine in the islands. When Maria I took my property, I managed friends all over the world and sent her and Portugal to the dock in Spain."

"You took the property of American businessmen, and they taught you a lesson in similar ways."

"To be honest, I'm glad these civilized people chose the law. They at least gave you a chance to start over, rather than hiring one or more killers to send you to God in advance."

Nelson was stunned: "according to you, they framed me. I still need to thank them?"

"That's your business." Lorraine looked at Nelson. "I just hope this house arrest can help you find some sharpness on the battlefield. You need to really rest, calm down the dryness in your heart, and soberly sum up the gains and losses and lessons since these two comebacks."

"Colonel, I bet heavily on you."

"Even for my investment, you have the obligation to cheer up and become a general, a general and a minister of the Navy until you authorize me to build and maintain the whole Royal Navy."

"For me, only by doing this can I barely return my investment in you. This is the value of trust."

"Drake's trust may be the most expensive thing in the world..."

Nelson smiled bitterly. The more he laughed, the more relieved he was, and the more he laughed, the more happy he was.

"The business of the Royal Navy will be in your pocket, Lorraine Drake, my friend. This is the promise given to you by the future secretary of the Navy!"