Reborn American Giants

Compared to New York, the winter in the UK is colder. When Victor, Atto and Nathan took the train from Carlisle to Birmingham and arrived in Lancaster, snowflakes were falling from the sky.

After visiting the city hall and learning that the Minister of Land and Finance of the Principality was vacationing at the seaside villa in Heysham, the three of them rushed to Heysham, a seaside town located 70 kilometers away from Lancaster.

Meeting Oliver Levin, the Queen's Finance Minister, at a local golf club, Victor, as a stranger, said nothing and just handed over a copy of the output of Grenada's Golden Bay oil field issued by the United States Geological Survey (USGS).

Estimating the report, I saw that the Finance Minister of the Principality, who was a little unhappy because of the stranger interrupting his drinking, took the report and took a look at it. He immediately stood up with his nose turning red and invited Victor and others to a place.

Talk in detail in a private lounge.

I had done some research before coming here and found that Oliver Levin had the typical "arrogance" mentality of the British. He always believed that the British Empire was the greatest country on the planet, and the United States was just a group of "upstarts" and "mud-legged people."

"Son". Of course, I can't even look down on Victor, who comes from backward El Salvador.

But Victor didn't care about this. He believed that as long as Oliver was not stupid and had no eyes and had some basic thinking, then he would definitely understand Victor's purpose in finding him.

Although Oliver serves as "Lancaster County Minister of Land and Finance", although it is a government department position, in fact, he can basically be regarded as a retainer of the British royal family. His duty is to manage the Queen's private royal property for her.

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******As the current Queen of England, the source of her property is very complicated. But it mainly comes from three parts: "monarch appropriation", royal private property, and her personal assets and investments.

The "Sovereign Appropriation" was an agreement reached between George III and the then government in 1760: the monarch gave up the rights to most of the royal estates and the royal estates were managed by the Royal Estates Committee. As compensation for giving up the rights, the income from these estates was calculated at a certain percentage every year (usually 15

%) is paid to the monarch, and the remaining proceeds are put into the national treasury, and each British royal monarch will renew this contract with the government.

The royal family's private property mainly comes from the income of the Duchy of Lancaster. The duchy is a piece of land in Lancashire that has been owned by the monarch since 1399. It is appointed by the royal family and managed by a county minister appointed by the government.

It is under the jurisdiction of the British Crown Property Agency. In the 1983 financial year, the "Duchy of Lancaster" brought income to the Queen of 19 million pounds (about 26 million U.S. dollars).

There are also personal assets and investments, that is, some real estate, such as Regent Street in London and some houses and residences located in prosperous areas of cities in the UK, etc., plus Buckingham Palace, Balmoral Palace in Scotland, and Sanderlinge in East Anglia.

Some palaces, manors, etc., such as Mu's Mansion, and some other private collections...

Don't look at it too much, but the monarch allocates 30% of it to pay for the restoration of Buckingham Palace, and the rest is used for royal living expenses, official business trips, and the maintenance of palaces in various places.

It’s hard to say what personal assets and investments are, and it’s impossible to put private collections up for auction, so what the Queen can use flexibly is the income from the territories of the Duchy of Lancaster and the Duchy of Cornwall.

This is why Oliver Levin was able to receive a royal award.

Sitting in the quiet lounge, the more Oliver looked at the report in his hand, the brighter his eyes became. It wasn't until he read the thin report thoroughly that he raised his head and looked at Victor, who had a calm expression and an upright posture in front of him.

I pondered for a while.

Oliver was thinking, he was thinking about Victor's purpose and what conditions should be used to impress him. By this he was referring to Victor.

Oliver knew very well that Victor had taken the initiative in the matter. Fortunately, since he came to the door with this report, it meant that the other party still needed him. Therefore, Oliver just used two extremely bright and deep eyeballs.

looked at Victor.

The scene was so quiet that Victor could even hear Nathan beside him swallowing secretly nervously. He opened a pine box on the table, took out a cigar from it, made a "click" sound, and cut it skillfully.

Take off the two round ends of the cigar and start puffing away.

"How about it? It tastes very mellow, isn't it? It's shipped from Cuba. As a member of socialism, although I hate the nature of the Cuban regime, I have to admit that Cuban cigars are very popular in the upper class." Oliver looked at Victor

His face was hidden in the smoke. He spread his hands and said with some regret.

"If God takes one thing from you, he will definitely give you something else."

"Haha, yes, this sentence is very good. God gave the Cubans a brutal Castro, and in the end gave them the best cigars in the world, hahaha..."

As if he thought of something ridiculous, Oliver's whole body was trembling, and laughter echoed in the closed space...

But Victor is not here to discuss damn Cuban cigars with him. He knows that an old man like Oliver has been in the British political arena for half his life. What kind of people have he not seen and what kind of things have he not experienced? What if he talks to him?

If we go around in circles, Victor is definitely no match, but now that he has the initiative, let's just chat with him for a while.

But Victor was not in a hurry. Oliver obviously couldn't wait any longer. After a long time, he stopped laughing, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the corners of his eyes, and then said to Victor: "Young man, take this exploration report.

What is the purpose of looking for me? Please tell me directly. I am an old man and my mind is no longer flexible. I am too lazy to bother guessing."

Instead of putting forward his own conditions, he asked Victor to mention them first. Oliver, an old family member, seemed to be good at the "art of conversation". He knew very well that the one who spoke first would inevitably be at a disadvantage. But Victor was obviously prepared.

Will he succeed again?

"Sir Levin, as a businessman, I have always believed in the principle of equal exchange. I wonder what you think of the title Baron."

Victor secretly smiled, he had already checked it before he came here. Oliver Levin was privately ridiculed as the "royal loyal dog", and after learning about it, he didn't care at all. On the contrary, he was complacent. It was obvious that he cared very much.

I have this noble title on my body and am proud of it.

Although he does not understand the obsession of people in these European societies with noble titles, this does not prevent Victor from discovering the weaknesses he cares about most and exploiting them.

Sure enough, Victor finished speaking leisurely, and it was obvious that Oliver Levin, who was right in front of him, tensed up when he finished speaking. He held the cushions of the cracked sofa with both hands and tried to get up, but he quickly got up.

After reacting, he put his back against the back of the sofa again and let out a long breath.

"Young man, your name is Victor, right? You are really the most powerful young man I have ever seen." Oliver sighed. Victor had captured the deepest desire in his heart, even though he had obtained the "Grand Knight Rank".

Cross", became a knight, able to have his name in front of him

Adding a "sir", but from the perspective of the orthodox European nobility titles, knights cannot be regarded as real nobility. However, in the past half century, the British royal family has rarely or even not awarded titles above knights, so those who have won

The upper two levels of medals seem to be very valuable.

Compared to Sir, Oliver obviously hopes to be crowned with the title of "Baron" before his death, to become a true nobleman, and to become the founder of the Levin family.

Facing Oliver's compliment, Victor smiled very reservedly. He cut out the half-burned cigar and put it aside, then looked at Oliver without saying a word.

"Okay, okay, tell me, what can I do for you?"

"Ah, noble Baron Levin, you are not doing anything for me, but you are doing something for yourself."

"Hahaha... You are right. It seems that I am indeed a little confused. What should I do?"

Oliver Levin laughed. He was obviously very satisfied with the name Victor called him. He breathed quickly and his nose became redder.

"It's very simple. I just need you, Lord Baron, to persuade the royal family to add someone's name to the new year's knighthood list."

"Well, it's that simple?"

"Yes, it's that simple."

Victor nodded seriously, and in exchange, Oliver's demeanor became more relaxed. His whole body was buried in the soft sofa, like a simple and honest bear. However, Victor obviously did not think so, because people who thought this way had been beaten by Oliver.

This seemingly honest old guy was devoured completely.

"Very good, I will take action immediately," Oliver struggled to get up, like Victor holding his palm deep, "How can we negotiate the specific terms?"

Holding the fat palm, Victor could feel the oily and moist feeling in his palm. He resisted the urge to quickly withdraw his palm and said with a warm smile on his face: "For specific matters, you can send someone

Talk to the attorney next to me, Nathan Miller, in detail.”

"Oh," Oliver took a deep look at Nathan, with no fluctuations in his eyes.

Nathan had been listening to the side for a long time, his mind was running wildly, thinking about Victor's thoughts, and he had vaguely understood something. Facing Oliver's gaze, he secretly wiped his right hand on his clothes,

Trying to stay calm, he extended his palm to Oliver Levin: "Sir, it's our first time meeting you. It's a great honor..."

Oliver also shook hands with Nathan.

"Not to mention that I haven't discovered it yet. This is the first time we have met. Come on, friends, let us celebrate together"...

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