Chapter 595

Leeway street.

Liweier street is a long arc-shaped street, which is surrounded by lily lake and the picturesque bushnier city park. It is quiet, leisurely and open, which naturally attracts the attention of the rich.

The rich build villas along Liwell street, occupy the most beautiful scenery with towering walls and fences, and leave incomplete scenery in the urban park. Citizens look out from the gap and carefully enjoy the equality from body to heart.

They are enjoying the same scenery with the rich. Only Connecticut has such equality and freedom!

Seager is also enjoying this freedom.

She sat in the carriage, opposite Ryan and outside Wang Ye dressed as a coachman.

Ryan looks a little fidgety.

SIG looked at him with his head tilted and suddenly smiled: "little Ryan, it seems that we are alone in a small place for the first time?"

"Yes, my great and wise sir."

"It's rare to smell the fragrance of a beautiful girl. Don't you... Do something bad to me in your mind?"

"How could it be!" Ryan was shocked. "Sir, I'm a normal person!"

Normal people

Seager's face was as black as charcoal: "give you another chance. Is it a normal person or a serious person?"

Ryan struggled at the bottom of his heart for a long time: "as God testifies, he is... A normal person."

SIG narrowed his eyes and imprinted the man who was willing to die for himself deeply into his eyes. It took about 30 seconds.

"You're dead. You know what? You're dead!"

This interruption dissipated Ryan's tension. Although no one knew whether it was sig's original intention, the result was that Ryan eliminated the tension.

Ryan, who returned to normal, was sharp and gossip. He appreciated the equal green outside the window and asked softly.

"Sir, are you serious?"

"Serious?" Seager didn't know, so, "don't I look serious?"

"It's because you look serious that I doubt whether you're serious." Ryan looked solemn. "Lieutenant Colonel, you and little Drake's girlfriend are going to take down a steel tycoon in 20 days."

"You haven't done your homework well." sig nodded his lips and showed the tip of his tongue slightly. "First, the little Drake's girlfriend in your mouth is in charge of the multi million pound industry of Drake chamber of Commerce and is the most trusted business brain around Lorraine Drake. If you regard her as a vase, there is no doubt that you are the real fool."

"Second, biloni green is just a local chaebol with less than 500000 pounds. Of course, you are a real Tycoon for someone whose wealth can never exceed five pounds, but he is no different from you in front of the world's top chaebol like Drake chamber of Commerce."

"Third, it's really time-consuming to spend 20 days to implement a plan that makes people bankrupt, but it doesn't have much to do with whether Mr. Green is a steel tycoon. In fact, if the goal of the task is changed to a poor man like you, whose * * is far better than his desire for money... Even Armand de Richelieu will not succeed."

"Fourth..."

"Wait!" Ryan stopped Seager's talk in distress. "Colonel, who is Armand de Richelieu? The evil gunner next to little Drake?"

Seager gave a sigh of loss.

"He was favored by the whole of France, and even the king had to obey him. He turned his master into a slave and this famous slave into one of the greatest kings in the world. This is Richelieu. If you don't know who he is, shut up and hold it forever!"

"Well, I'll hold it." Ryan shrugged innocently. "Did you just say there was a fourth?"

"Fourth..." Seager took a deep breath. "Letting green go bankrupt is the request of Scott who was recalled to valkiri on the way to Xavier. He seems to be pursuing Miss Solomon. But in our plan, seizing the invitation and letting Gran go bankrupt are just the same way. They will not share a finish line. This is the consensus between Xavier and me."

"That means Mr. Green will be fine even if he doesn't go bankrupt?"

"Well..."

Dong.

What knocked on the window broke Seager's heart, making it impossible to measure her determination.

SIG opened the window with a smile and welcomed in. A red light pierced the inner wall of the carriage.

Ryan didn't see any shadow at the end of the red light, and SIG heard the bell ring deep in the dark lane.

She took off the red velvet Throwing Knife and threw it into the base of the carriage: "coachman, green house."

"Yo, hey!" Wang also sat up and raised a beautiful whip to pull the horse's hip.

The wind lifted the horse's tail, and the horse shook his head, snorted and took his own steps.

Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck

……

"Madam, your name is Tracy..."

"Sigulet Christina tracia."

In the estate of the legendary steel tycoon, biloni green, SIG sat dignified opposite a thin horse faced gentleman with a beard.

The horse faced gentleman is reading a long letter.

"Mr. kedalir is my old comrade in arms, the son of steel and the son of freedom. We fought side by side several times and kicked the Englishman's ass together." he said, "how is he doing?"

"He still runs his factory," Seager answered softly. "He has replaced his textile factory with a full set of steam spinning wheels. Although the cost is very high, the return is also very good."

"He is still so bold." Mr. Green laughed. "In those days, he was the first guy equipped with flowering bombs and new land guns in the civil corps of New England. Now in Boston, I guess there are not too many people like him who completely give their wealth to the new machine."

"In fact, there are many." Seager pondered for a moment. "The maritime group has opened a steam engine manufacturing plant in Boston. It is said that the technical indicators are among the top in the world, but the price is much lower than the import because of the reduction of freight. The maritime group has a good reputation in Boston and even the whole Massachusetts. Factory automation is a trend, not the choice of one or two visionary gentlemen."

Mr. Green looked very different. He stared at Seager playfully for a while, leaned over and pulled out a cigar from the tea table: "do you mind?"

"Help yourself."

Mr. Green lit his cigar and spit out a big fog: "you surprised me, miss tracia. I thought you had a good upbringing and beautiful face. But under this beautiful skin bag, you are still a wise man."

"I am an educator." Seager raised his chin. "I am determined to teach ladies to break through the shackles imposed on them by the secular world. In order to speak in the man's world, we need to learn more."

"Break through the shackles... I'm sorry, is it like you to throw your head and face and easily abandon the responsibilities of the family?"

"On the contrary. In my opinion, the current lady education is foolish and empty. The girls trained by this system are like dolls wrapped in silk. They don't know the real needs of the family."

"Women can play a greater role, equal to their beautiful faces, or even more." the holy light flashed on Seager's face. "God entrusted this responsibility to me, so I came here and was guided to Hartford, the most equal and free place in the world, starting from the gentle Boston."

"To put it bluntly, you want to establish a radical noble ladies' school in Hartford, and want to gather the ladies with status and status in Connecticut, so that they can become your contacts and tongue..."

Mr. Green picked up his cigar.

"You're the most ambitious woman I've ever seen, miss tracia. Although I don't particularly agree with your educational philosophy, you have kidalier's recommendation letter. Anyway, I'll bring you into Hartford's social circle."

"This needs a suitable time, neither too grand nor too shabby... Let me think..."

Seager nodded politely, intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes always lingered around the luxurious piano in the room.

This is what Mr. Green is good at.

Mr. Green's piano art has long been famous in the social circle. It is said that it can be comparable with professional musicians. Moreover, it is said that he likes to play for guests who know music.

SIG's actions are like teasing. Probably no man in the world can restrain his desire to show himself under sig's provocation.

Mr. Green opened the screen naturally: "does Miss tracia like the piano, too?"

"My father is an excellent performer." Seager smiled with a little sadness. "I remember when he was 14 years old, he played himself in my first ball. The sound of the piano was very beautiful. Since then, I really fell in love with the piano."

"I'm glad to hear that you have such a beautiful encounter with the piano."

As a male, Mr. Green's self-esteem broke out completely in front of the charming SIG, and his memory was much better.

"We seem to be able to recreate this scene," he said. "The day after tomorrow, the governor organized an insignificant ball, which is not large, but probably all the famous gentlemen in Hartford will attend."

"Think about it carefully. It's like a stage tailored for you."

"With my piano and your outstanding beauty, miss tracia, you will have a fantastic debut!"

"So, I can live up to the expectations of my old friends..."