Chapter 28
"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Andre squeezed in front of Robinson anxiously and kept gesturing to Jana.
"This guy stole his own 'customer'! Those two geese were given to him in the hope that they would return to health! But he, Virenlingert, just stewed them!"
Jana raised her eyebrows calmly, "I know, not only I know, but everyone here knows."
"And I think I've made it clear that it's thanks to Mr. Lingert's superb craftsmanship that I'm fortunate enough to taste such high-quality goose meat. It's so tender, delicate, and smooth that it deserves to be on the best counter in London or Manchester."
Andre took a step back in disbelief and looked at the Count for help. But the Count looked at him as if he were looking at a monkey stepping on a ball.
The former veterinarian's fingers twitched. "B-B-Blingat is a veterinarian! A veterinarian! How can a veterinarian eat animals that were sent to him?! He should be sent to court and jail for this!"
"Oh please," Jana rolled her eyes. "Please shut your mouth. If you keep talking, your idiotic saliva will contaminate all of us."
"Don't you understand? It's because of Lingert's identity—a highly professional veterinarian—that I'm so confident in this goose dish. As long as it's on Mr. Lingert's table, it represents absolute health and quality."
The restaurant fell silent. After a moment, Blake stood up and straightened his collar. "A beautiful lady is always smart and wise. She's right. You can't even imagine the significance of Mr. Lingert's table. Jana is just one of those who was touched. Don't forget me—"
The gentleman approached Robinson and politely extended his hand. "The Daily Mail sends you its best regards. I think all my readers would be delighted if you would share your interesting experiences with me about raising geese."
Robinson exclaimed "Ah" for a long time before jumping up after seeing the business card.
"Oh my God! You're 'Mr. Black'! You're Blake! My wife is a devoted reader! She reads your restaurant reviews three times in every issue!"
The farmer covered his chest and spoke incoherently, looking like he was about to be taken away by God.
Fortunately, Blake supported him and borrowed a guest room with Lingert, who was leaning against the door, to conduct the interview and discuss new orders.
The restaurant fell silent again. Andre was trapped in the dead silence, feeling as if his throat was stuffed with a bundle of wet towels.
And someone was determined to stab his crumbling heart again.
"I haven't had time to say hello yet," a low voice sounded in his ear. The corners of Lingert's mouth rose, and the bottom of his drooping eyes were filled with dark shadows.
His smile was evil and sinister, and his hot breath sprayed on Andre's neck.
"Good evening, veterinarian Andre. Oh no, Mr. Andre, the former veterinarian who hasn't gotten his license yet, whose wife has been divorced for nearly two months, and who has no income. Excuse me, are you here to treat me to a meal with that disgusting roast goose in your bag?"
If his eyes could spit fire, Andre would have burned Lin Weilun to ashes and scattered them into the Thames.
He gasped and cursed, "You f---..."
A hand patted his shoulder, and Philip said in a cold tone, "Watch your words, sir. I don't mind adding a law about you to the law of Denham Town, understand?"
Andrei fled with his tail between his legs.
Ferdinand ran over excitedly to greet his companions, but was pushed away the next second!
"Get away! Stay away from me! Bastard!" Andre disappeared completely from the street without even saying a non-insulting word.
The farmers looked at each other, "What's wrong with him?"
"What's going on? Where's Robinson?"
Ferdinand was also a little confused. Looking at Andre's expression just now, it didn't look like he was pinning his enemy to the ground, but rather like he was being killed by his enemy.
He hesitated for a while, and finally decided to go and see for himself.
After all, Robinson hasn't come out yet. Maybe things are not as he thinks?
However, before Ferdinand could take a step, several people suddenly walked out of the small house in front.
Even at such a distance, he could still clearly hear Robinson's extremely excited voice.
"Thank you so much! And you! Oh, dear Mr. Lingert, you are truly a great benefactor to our family! Don't worry, I will definitely prepare the agreed quantity within a week!"
Ferdinand: “?”
He looked blankly at Robinson trotting out, turning back and bowing to the figures like a gopher as he ran.
"What's wrong with you?" As soon as Robinson ran over, he grabbed the man's collar and dragged him out of the streetlight. "Stop laughing! What are you laughing at! Where's your goose? Have you seen your goose?"
"I saw it, hahahahahaha!" Robinson couldn't control his expression at all. His mouth was wide open and he said excitedly, "My goose has been eaten by Mr. Lingert! God bless! Mr. Lingert is an angel!"
Ferdinand was stunned and slow to react for a moment. The farmer next to him asked, "Your geese have been eaten, why are you smiling so happily? Shouldn't we go find Lingert and make him pay you?"
"Pay compensation? What are you talking about, brother!" Robinson raised a piece of paper in his hand, his face flushed red. "If it weren't for the veterinarian's fault, how could I have gotten all this! Do you know who I just saw? 'Old Black'! The 'Old Black' in the Daily Mail! He wants to do a special report on my farm! Hahahahahahahaha! I really should kowtow a hundred times to Lingert!!"
When these words came out, everyone was stunned.
Robinson paused for a long time before vividly describing everything that had just happened.
At first, no one believed him. But the business card in his hand and the agreement with the "Morrison" seal on it couldn't be faked. Moreover, Count Philip's old butler was indeed standing outside the door, looking at them seriously.
The first climax occurred when people saw the astonishing purchase price in the agreement.
"8p per pound of goose?! These guys are charging the same as the street vendors!!"
"How is that possible?! We only get 3p when we sell it to the slaughterhouse! Unless the goose is incredibly beautiful, it can only fetch 5p!"
"Fake! This can't be true! Lingert has to be kidding you!"
"Go, go!" Robinson snatched the agreement as if it were his most precious treasure. "Believe it or not, you idiots, but I'm going to prepare it anyway. If I neglect the distinguished Miss Morrison... God, I will never let that happen!"
After saying that, Robinson left everyone behind and ran away in a hurry.
A breeze blew by, and Ferdinand noticed with his sharp eyes that the pockets on both sides of Robinson's clothes were bulging, with one or two white spots dancing constantly.
That was… pounds! All pounds! Robinson’s pockets were filled with pounds!
The others obviously noticed it as well, and for a moment the area seemed to have been struck by lightning.
"The deposit... Miss Morrison gave Robinson the deposit..." a clever fellow muttered to himself, "No wonder Robinson believed it so firmly... No wonder Andre had that expression just now!"
Everyone turned around in unison in an instant, a kind of fanaticism that was brainwashed by a cult appearing on their faces.
Ferdinand's heart skipped a beat, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
"As long as it's eaten by Lingate... can it get such a purchase price?"
"Didn't you hear? It's not just that, you can even meet big shots like 'Mr. Black'!"
"Maybe we can even enter the Earl's estate!"
The farmers suddenly thought of something and turned around and ran away.
Only Ferdinand was left shouting in vain behind him, darkness following him like a shadow, and a huge panic gripping the back of his head.
"How could this happen? How could this happen? Isn't Lingert just a young veterinarian who has been here for only a short time?" Ferdinand tilted his head stiffly, and then his eyes widened instantly.
The corridor lights in the garden dispelled the darkness. Lingert stood under the only circle of light, his posture relaxed and leisurely, his bright blue eyes looking down at him condescendingly, his expression as if he was looking at a stray dog wagging its tail on the side of the road.
"Long time no see," he said lazily. "How have you been, Ferdie?"
-
In fact, Alma didn't know what exactly happened. She brushed off the hair on her head and stared at the clinic that was packed like a sardine can with the crowd.
"Why, why are there so many people?!"
The bleating of the sheep sounded like a surging wave, the hens screamed and flapped their wings, and the sea of flying chicken feathers drowned out the rabbit that was gnawing at the door frame.
The calf lifted its tail and tried to pull up a large pile of food, but a large group of piglets jumped out of the sack and rushed towards the kitchen, howling.
"Hey!" Alma yelled. "Please tie up your pig! Please, Ringat? Where's Ringat? Mr. Ferry!"
"I'm here!" Old Ferry rushed out from the second floor. Four or five ducks quacked and flew out from behind him. Pigeons stood on the door lintel and bird droppings fell like machine guns.
The old man squatted down to avoid it, but was still inevitably splashed with bird droppings.
He collapsed, "What the hell is going on?! Can anyone tell me what's going on?!"
"We're here to see Mr. Lingert!" said a farmer, grabbing two chickens by the wings.
"Yes! Where is he? I want him to help me look after my sheep. This is the best sheep in my family!"
"Why did you bring our best sheep here?" Alma picked up the broom. "This is a veterinary clinic! A clinic! Oh my God, can you please keep your pigs under control?! That's the kitchen, you can't go in there!"
The piglets' owner cried out in apology as he went to catch his carefully selected "children".
However, a snake that crawled out from nowhere rubbed against his ankle, and the sticky and cold feeling made him scream instantly.
The piglets were frightened and ran away, knocking over the food storage cabinet standing against the wall. Bread and onions rolled to the ground and were snatched away by the rooster with quick eyes and hands.
Lin Weilun walked in at this moment. He glanced at the scene, which was even more chaotic than World War I, and looked at Alma curiously. "What happened? Has our clinic finally made it onto the Queen's list of thanks?"
-----------------------
The author has something to say: Before 1928, British pounds were white and were identified by security codes. In November 1928, the UK officially issued the A version of the colored pound, allowing colored banknotes to enter the market.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
