Rilke's rare good mood lasted for a whole day, and his children who were trembling in high-pressure environments rarely relaxed for a day.

All the children were secretly surprised that although Rilke was their biological father, Rilke taught these children harshly and rarely had time to get along with them all day long. Most of the time, Rilke was stern, gloomy and serious.

Rilke, who is hypocritical and artificial outside and is truly terrifying at home, is actually just like most Chinese parents, and is stingy to give his children a little tolerant.

However, on Sunday, Rilke did not personally ask questions to test his children as usual. After asking about the learning situation of each child by the tutor, Rilke trained and left the study room at his own discretion, causing everyone to look at each other.

The place where Rilke goes is located in an excellent location in the British Concession, on Zhongshan East Road on the Bund, the typical British architecture, the tall two-story building is elegant and graceful, the garden in front of the door is rich in British style, and a magnolia tree is lush under the pavilion.

But when Rilke saw this building, his eyes tightened unconsciously. For many British people, the British consulate is as safe as his hometown, but for a stateless person like Rilke, it symbolizes expulsion and indifference.

Except for the land in Shanghai that unconditionally took in them, the homeless people, all the tribesmen were filled with blood and tears on the road of migration. Rilke had no good feelings for Britain, but when he got out of the car and stood in front of the consulate, he still let the familiar smirk appear on his face.

When facing the counselor who showed a hint of arrogance in his courtesy, Rilke kindly pushed a blue velvet gift box over, "Mr. Brooke, long time no see, do you still remember your friend Old Rilke?"

Counselor Brooke put away his arrogant arrogance, and smiled and poured Rilke a cup of black tea, and said kindly rather than warmly: "Of course, my dear old friend, try it, the authentic Darjeeling black tea, Vitad's classic taste."

British people like to make afternoon tea with refreshments. Brooke has not adapted to the slow-paced lifestyle of Shanghai people for a long time and insists on living with the habits of old-school British people.

Although the ingredients are rare and not necessarily fresh, Brooke is proud that after using these habits to entertain guests, many people are indeed envious of his aristocratic lifestyle.

But Rilke doesn't take this set.

As the richest Jewish people and the richest class, Rilke wanted to tell Brooke that the current Darjeeling black tea was the heaviest time. It has been stored for nearly a year and it is simply unpleasant.

In the past few months, by June, when the new Indian tea comes down, the black tea you make will be the best taste.

However, under the roof, Rilke only wants others, but he just thinks about it.

His eyes rolled, Rilke swallowed the tea and asked with a smile, "Oh? Vitard's good things are rare in Shanghai. Is the economy of the Empire of the Sun never set now quietly recovering?"

Brooke was opened up by Rilke.

An hour later, Counselor Brooke, who was carrying the small gift Rilke gave with care, sent Rilke out of the consulate with satisfaction. After finding out the news he wanted, Rilke also said goodbye to Brooke with satisfaction.

The last trace of doubt disappeared.

As Du He thought, Rilke threw the contact information of the Borat family in his hand into his seat. Rilke coldly watched the note flying with the wind, and finally flew out of the car window, and lost his trace in a blink of an eye.

"Go and prepare gold bars and bring them tomorrow's transaction."

Rilke's driver agreed and asked, "Boss, why did you agree to trade with gold bars?"

Rilke glanced at the driver and said after a while: "You have too many problems."

The driver shivered for a moment and never dared to look at the person in the rearview mirror again.

The gold bars stored by Rilke are purity of 95, while Duhe's gold jewelry is at least 98 or above. In the same transaction, Duhe not only compensates for the processing fee, but also has a little transaction fee. Even if this is just a bait used for fishing, Rilke doesn't want the fish to eat full.

However, Rilke only tried to satisfy his little thoughts. If he couldn't put on the table, he would not tell the driver who always regarded him as a god.

In contemplation, Rilke's car passed by Lijia Factory and also passed by the south wind walking quietly by the roadside with a basket.

When Nanfeng was passing by the car, he looked at the old man gray in the car curiously, lowered his head without any interest, and carried the basket upward with difficulty.

The basket is made by Nanfeng from everywhere, including yellow candlesticks, purple-red inkstones, and fragmented small ornaments, which are heavy in the basket, making Nanfeng difficult to walk.

The car stopped beside Nanfeng, and Rilke greeted Nanfeng with a smile, "Little girl, where are you?"

Nanfeng put the basket next to him vigilantly, pointed to a door beside him and said, "My home is here, I am helping my dad do the work."

Rilke didn't force it, and still looked amiable. He said something to the driver. The driver quickly lowered his head and found a pack of candies and put it on Rilke's hand.

Rilke threw the candy into Nanfeng's basket with a light throw.

"I have a factory nearby, and I lack a well-behaved and sensible female worker like you. Little girl, four o'clock a month. If you think about it, you will ask your family to send you there."

"You're not tired from work, just make clothes."

Rilke waved, as if he was doing good deeds. After a few words, he ordered the driver to drive the car.

Nanfeng's vigilance did not relax until the car disappeared at the end of his sight.

Looking at the bag of candy in the basket, Nanfeng carefully pushed it aside.

The packaging of candy is exquisite. If it is an ordinary girl, she will definitely love it. However, Nanfeng just saw it fresh and wondered if this thing was sold directly, would it be sold to a big piece of ocean?

As for the work of doing clothes, Nanfeng sneered, "Every month, I will carry out a few people covered with white cloth. What are you talking about? Isn't you tired? Those people are so happy?"

With sharp eyes, he picked up a screw under his feet and threw it into the basket. Nanfeng hummed a song and continued to walk towards Liankuiban.

Brother Ertong said that these red things would turn them into gold, so she had to take a good look at them.

However, what kind of magic is the full gold and silver box that Ah He mentioned?

The box was already made, but no matter what, Nanfeng did not show the machine inside. Even if it was tapped inch by inch, there was no empty sound. The box sounded crisp. If it weren't for the Ertong brother's room, Nanfeng would have thought that someone had bought a good piece of furniture!

Monday will be here soon.

Rilke arrived at the Chinachem Hotel on time at noon.

At Rilke's meeting, Du He placed the negotiation location in the restaurant of the Chinachem Hotel.

Chinese people like to talk about things while eating. Rilke follows the local customs and learns this habit very well.

Therefore, when Du He appeared in the restaurant with sleepy eyes with Jiang Ling, who was also in black and blue, Rilke was already waiting in the seat with great energy.

He raised his hand and signaled, and the waiters came out one after another and soon prepared a table of steaming hearty dishes.

Du He whistled.

"Mr. Rilke, you are such an understanding gentleman! God knows that I have been hungry until now until I stayed up late last night!"

Jiang Ling's face turned slightly red, and she twisted Du He with a angrily voice. Du He smiled exaggeratedly and brought Jiang Ling into the seat.

He didn't lie. Last night, they didn't really sleep!
Chapter completed!