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Chapter 135 Robin Chen II
Chapter 135 Robin Chen II
Half an hour later, the bank notes Richard Arkwright brought were exchanged for a file folder containing a thick house purchase contract.
A whopping £420!
I bought a house that won't be completed until early next year, and I only have a 50-year leasehold right—I must be crazy!
As he was thinking this, he came out of the No. 3 meeting room, and just then the door to the No. 2 meeting room next door was also opened, and an old man wearing a wig came out carrying the same file bag.
The latter paused slightly, nodded politely to him, and then left accompanied by the salesperson.
Based on his years of experience supplying wigs to nobles and gentlemen, Richard Arkwright immediately recognized that the old man was definitely a nobleman's butler—indeed, nobles were scrambling to buy houses in Sophie Gardens!
He felt excited again. It was said that Sir Robin had found a cure for syphilis, and the nobles who had contracted syphilis were now desperately trying to get into Robin Hospital for treatment. Since they couldn't get an appointment at the hospital, buying a house nearby to queue up was the only option.
Perhaps buying houses here and then subletting them to these people is a more profitable business than wigs.
But over the years, he has only saved up nine hundred pounds from buying, selling and making wigs. Three hundred pounds of that went to Thomas Hayes’ water-powered spinning machine, and today he spent another four hundred and twenty pounds to buy an apartment. He has no money left to invest in real estate!
The thought of Sir Robin Chan making hundreds of thousands of pounds in a short time with his new spinning machines and medicines ignited a burning ambition in his heart!
If Robin Chen, a North American, could become a British knight and a wealthy man through his new inventions, why can't he?
He had carefully studied the cotton yarn spun on Jenna's spinning machine. Because it was spun manually, the quality was generally poor, and it was a weak weft yarn. However, the water-powered roller spinning machine proposed by Thomas Hayes could theoretically solve this problem, stably spinning strong warp yarns.
If he can open his own factory and obtain patent rights, he will definitely become a very wealthy man in the future, and even be knighted like Robin Chen!
Thinking about all this, he couldn't help but regret his impulsive purchase of the house. If he had kept that money to invest in the experiments, he could have accelerated the process.
Fortunately, this contract is currently in high demand, so there shouldn't be any loss if it's sold.
Meanwhile, after successfully closing a deal, John Sinclair knocked on the door of Charles Stone, the sales manager, placed the file bag containing the contract on his desk, and smiled without saying a word.
"—John!"
Mr. Stone glanced at the file folder and smiled, "I heard from Douglas that you closed another deal. Good job!"
Is this the tenth order?
As I said before, anyone who sells 10 houses in a week will receive a 1% commission, and you'll get what you deserve at the end of the month!
John Sinclair then spoke up, saying, "Thank you! Mr. Stone! I'll get back to work now!"
Charles Stone nodded, then remembered that the other man was David Jones' cousin, so he stopped him and reminded him, "John, the company is currently compiling a list of employees willing to move to North America. If you want to become a senior executive in the company in the future, you'd better submit your application as soon as possible—I'll be going to North America with the big boss in a while!"
Go to North America?
John Sinclair recalled that his cousin had mentioned this to him not long ago—but he had no intention of leaving. In London, he could sell at least a dozen houses every month, earning forty or fifty pounds in commission alone.
What can he do in North America?
Does he really want to become a cotton plantation owner and whip those slaves?
But now it's not just my cousin, even Mr. Stone is going to North America —
"I will seriously consider it." He nodded in agreement and turned to leave the office.
After he left, Charles Stone shook his head slightly, took a cigar from the drawer, and slowly began to smoke it.
If it weren't for David Jones, he would never have said these things to John Sinclair.
His boss in the company was Stephen Glock, the general manager of Robin Construction Firm. Naturally, he knew about the boss's plans in North America, and even knew that the boss was about to be appointed by the King as the governor of the Royal Mississippi Territory in North America.
Once this appointment is finalized, the vast western part of North America will immediately have a powerful and wealthy leader, Lord Robin Chan, Baron Britannia.
And these followers of Sir Chen will also acquire large tracts of land, becoming the de facto new land tycoons of the New World.
As for the Native Americans and French who originally lived there, they were all driven away by hiring mercenaries and muskets!
To this end, they purchased muskets and horses and began practicing shooting and riding skills—the western part of North America is a place that only recognizes muskets, and although they were protected by the mercenaries hired by the big boss, they did not want to become lambs to the slaughter when attacked by the enemy.
Just as he was pondering how to train his two sons, the office door was suddenly flung open, and Douglas, the deputy head of the sales office, rushed in excitedly, shouting, "—Charles! Great news! Lady Diana has just given birth to a boy!"
"Your Excellency announces that all employees of the company, regardless of rank, will receive a bonus of one silver shilling today!"
That's right!
Lord Chen's first child was finally born, and it was a boy.
However, he didn't have time to look at the little one at the moment. Instead, he stayed by his wife's side, personally feeding her the electrolyte solution he had prepared.
Diana, her blonde hair damp with sweat, took a couple of sips of her nutritional drink. Looking at the child being carefully cradled in Betty's arms, she weakly smiled at her husband and said, "—Darling! Look at our child! How adorable he is!"
Chen Wenbin quickly and carefully took the child from Betty's hands and placed him next to his wife.
Looking at his child, whose face had been washed clean and who was blinking his big, dark eyes without crying or fussing, and his wife's face radiating maternal warmth, he subconsciously touched his thigh, wanting to take out his phone to take a picture and post it on social media. Then he remembered that his phone had long been left in the safe at Robin City Manor in Rhodes Island.
Ok!
These are not problems!
He asked his wife how she was feeling again, checked her again and found no signs of bleeding, before leaving the makeshift delivery room that had been converted from a reception room. He then found the butler, Richard, among the people waiting in the living room outside.
"—Richard! Go find an artist; I want to preserve everything from today! Hurry!"
"—Yes, sir!"
Richard nodded understandingly, then turned and instructed his servant to invite the best painters in London.
"Robin! How are Diana and the baby? Can we go in now?!"
Robert, the father-in-law, stepped forward and questioned the others with great dissatisfaction before they could speak.
Just now, Chen Wenbin used the excuse that too many people would make Diana and the baby sick to keep all these relatives, friends and subordinates out of the delivery room.
It's one thing for others, but for a son-in-law to not let his daughter in when she gave birth to her grandson is just too much!
Knowing it was inappropriate to continue blocking his father-in-law, Chen Wenbin could only nod and say, "Dear Robert, of course you can go in, but only for five minutes. Diana and the children need to rest."
Then he looked at Edward Scott, whose face was full of expectation, and said, "Edward, you go in with Robert. Don't ask too many questions, and whatever you do, don't touch the baby with your hands or mouth. You two keep an eye on each other, and whoever moves the baby out! Understand?"
Edward Scott glared at Robert first, then nodded vigorously at Chen Wenbin, "Understood!"
Robert sighed helplessly. He was Diana's biological father, but Chen Wenbin was his grandson's biological father and also the world's best doctor. His words carried more authority than the king's in the delivery room, and of course Edward, that bastard, would listen to him!
If you can't touch it, then you can't touch it!
What he wants to see most right now is his little grandson, and he doesn't know whether the little guy looks more like Diana or his scoundrel son-in-law.