470: Chapter 256: London 800,000 Imperial Guard Instructor (4K6)_2 470: Chapter 256: London 800,000 Imperial Guard Instructor (4K6)_2 Arthur raised his eyebrows, “What’s the big deal about a duel?
I had already fought a duel before Mr.
Heine set out to seek revenge and honor.”
Upon seeing this, Heine also gestured with his hand, “Thanks for your kindness, Mr.
Hastings, but I can afford my own pistol.
Hmm…
perhaps it’s still better to call you Arthur.
After all, you’re quite a friend.”
Heine patted Arthur on the shoulder and began, “You don’t need to worry about , back then I was just naive and didn’t understand won.
That’s why I fell head over heels for her.
I was around twenty years old at that ti, easily believing the nonsense in books, thinking won had no personality and could be moved by sincere heart alone.”
But now, I’ve proven with my own experiences and observations: won do have personalities, it’s just that they adopt a new one every day.
Damn it!
Back then, no one told the second half.
Arthur, you’re still young, you must learn from my experiences!”
Arthur stroked his chin and pondered, “Is that all the wisdom you’ve figured out?
Is there anything else?”
Heine picked up his wine glass and swirled it, pacing around the room, “What else…
I suppose it would be the principles of getting along with a lover’s father.
But I think those are just trivial details, it doesn’t matter if you can’t learn them, as long as you can enchant her, her father won’t be able to pose any resistance.”
“A lover’s father?” Lionel asked, “Are you talking about your cousin’s father, who is also your uncle—Mr.
Solomon Heine?”
No sooner had Lionel finished speaking than Agares, who was in pajamas and lying on the sofa, threw off his blanket and looked around, “Solomon?
Where is Solomon?”
Arthur glanced at the Red Devil but chose not to comnt on his behavior of chasing stars.
Heine looked at Lionel with surprise, “How do you know my uncle’s na?”
Lionel smiled and said, “I’ve ntioned before, I’m a fervent supporter of yours, I’ve collected every review of your poetry collections.
And the experiences of such a well-known figure as yourself are hardly a secret.
Moreover, I’m friends with Mr.
ndelssohn, whose father is a prominent banker in Hamburg.
Your uncle, Mr.
Solomon Heine, is also a successful figure in Hamburg’s banking industry, so it was quite easy for to inquire about the Heine family.”
“Is that so…” Heine couldn’t help but sneer, “Did he tell you about that little story between and my uncle?”
Lionel inquired, “Are you referring to the incident at the banking industry banquet in Hamburg?”
Heine raised an eyebrow and shook his head repeatedly, “You do know.”
Arthur, always sensitive to information, couldn’t help but ask, “So, what exactly happened?”
“Well…” Lionel glanced at Heine next to him and smiled apologetically, “It might be a bit inconvenient to say.”
Heine spoke up, “No worries, if you won’t say it, then I will, it’s all in the past anyway.
And until now I haven’t changed my opinion, this is just how I live, and nobody can change a bit of .
Only those coward who commit misdeeds would cover them up, and I despise doing such things.”
Heine cleared his throat and continued, “Just like you ntioned, my uncle is a banker, so not long after I beca of age, my father sent to him to learn business.
But my uncle was utterly vulgar, caring for nothing but money.
And he extrely despised my poetry writing, scolding that writing all this was less useful than learning quick bookkeeping.”
“But he had to understand, my patience has its limits, and eventually he was going to pay for scolding like that.
Thus, during a political and business gathering in Hamburg, I took the opportunity while drunk to discuss parenting knowledge with the ladies around, loudly proclaiming, ‘Prenatal education is essential, my mother read elegant literary works while pregnant with , hence I was destined to beco a poet.
Whereas my uncle’s mother read novels about bandits when she was pregnant with him, so my uncle ended up as a banker.'”
Arthur, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but nod with a chin pinch, “You should have shared this story earlier!
Now I finally understand why your cousin scoffs at you.”
Lionel, also a banker, had a look of discomfort as if he had swallowed a fly, coughed, and said, “Mr.
Heine, in fact, my wife is also my cousin.
From my perspective, our circumstances are quite similar.
Both born into banking families, both in love with cousins, and even the poetry used during courtship are the sa.
But perhaps what separates success from failure is just a subtle way of expression.
Sotis, it’s important to express discontent tactfully.”
Heine raised his glass to clink with Arthur and Lionel, “You’re both right, and that’s why I’m trying to restrain myself a bit now.
At least I no longer plan to openly say that tternich has hemorrhoids.”
Lionel had just taken a sip of his drink and nearly choked to death on hearing this.
He coughed repeatedly while holding the sofa and said, “Mr.
Heine, I must say, there’s a reason you beca a poet.
A re sentence or word from you can produce a power beyond ordinary people.
With such talent, you must be more careful in using it in the future!”
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