The Arc de Triomphe pig farm is actually a large manor.
The owner of the manor, Adams Stewart, has at least seventy or eighty Black Furies under his command. They create surplus value for him, working from dawn to dusk, day and night.
Through the 'eye of gaze', Gu Yang quickly understood and mastered all this.
In addition, Adams Stewart also has a son named Norman Stewart.
He is a young man of about twelve or thirteen years old, who is in his rebellious period.
Oscar Lando's fracture was caused by Norman Stewart and others.
As the saying goes, what kind of father is what kind of son, it is really true.
Norman Stewart, like his father, is also a ruthless master.
Gu Yang was hiding near a haystack.
‘See and hear’ everything in the room of Norman Stewart and his son.
"Norman, you have to be careful when entering and exiting the manor these days."
Adams Stewart said to this precious son.
Norman Stewart was curious and asked:
"Dad, why are you telling me this?"
"A dangerous person broke into the manor today, and his whereabouts have not been found yet. Dad is telling you to remind you not to be carefree all day..."
After looking at Norman Stewart, Adams Stewart's expression suddenly became serious.
"Where's the gun dad gave you?"
Norman Stewart subconsciously touched his waist and felt a little embarrassed.
"Ah! Dad, I'm so sorry! I forgot about it!"
As Norman Stewart spoke, he raised his legs to go back to the house to get it, but was blocked by Adams Stewart.
"Come on, there's no need for it now. I mean, don't think of holding a gun as a burden. You must know that our family is in a very dangerous situation. You may be stabbed in the back at any time. Don't look at this.
Nu Li behaved themselves during the day and looked harmless. In fact, they had already had a desire to resist, but they just lacked a point to detonate."
These words seemed so profound that Norman Stewart was confused.
However, Norman Stewart still felt this similar sense of crisis.
Of course this comes from his father.
When taming these black wraths, I put a lot of thought into it. I used all kinds of cruel methods and finally tamed them.
During this period, the young Norman Stewart also saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart.
Having seen countless cruel scenes, I feel much more indifferent to this so-called sense of crisis.
Norman Stewart looked at Adams Stewart curiously.
Adams Stewart said:
"By the way, there's that little black guy, don't get too close to him. No matter how nice he is to you, he's still a dog in our family. Dogs can never change their habit of eating shit. Dad hopes you will always remember this. Be careful.
Was bitten by it."
Norman Stewart smiled at Adams Stewart.
On the surface, he said that he listened to what he said, but in fact...
Norman Stewart chuckled in his heart:
"I'm an adult now, but I still can't tell the difference between the smell of rice and the smell of butt?"
Then he jumped away.
Adams Stewart shook his head slightly, feeling a little helpless. He didn't expect that he had so many angry slaves under his command, and his wealth was even greater than that of the country. In the end, he was looked down upon by his own son.
"Butler, bring me two bottles of Lafite..."
Adams Stewart turned around and gave orders to a middle-aged man, who immediately bowed his head.
"Okay, Master."
Then he walked out of the house cautiously.
.......
Gu Yang stayed in the farm for a whole day, almost coming and going without a trace, and no one noticed him.
At night, I saw Norman Stewart sneaking around.
I followed him curiously.
I came to a thatched house and stopped.
Norman Stewart walked in with a plate of food.
In the thatched house, a black boy's hands and feet were trapped on a pillar and he lost his freedom.
Seeing Norman Stewart walking in happily, he stood up excitedly.
"Master Norman."
The black boy shouted respectfully.
There is a light of desire in the eyes.
Seeing the excited look of the black boy, Norman Stewart's face suddenly turned gloomy.
It seemed that he was disappointed with the black boy's performance.
"You bastard, I should bring you a bowl of pig food."
He said coldly.
The next moment, he threw the roast chicken, grapes and other delicious food on the plate to the ground.
The black boy was confused.
Of course, what’s even more confusing is, ‘Why did the young master bring me so many delicious foods? Have I received the mercy of my father in heaven?’
"Why are you still standing there? Pick it up for me to eat!"
Norman Stewart shouted sharply.
"Thank you, thank you, Master."
The black boy said excitedly.
He knelt down on the ground, picked it up with both hands and stuffed it into his mouth.
In fact, his thank you was as worthless as a piece of shit in the eyes of Norman Stewart.
Seeing the black boy eating like a dog, Norman Stewart felt much calmer and the anger on his face also reduced.
This can be regarded as counteracting his father's warning to himself.
At this age, Norman Stewart always felt that his father's kind words were vicious curses. Every time he did not give good advice, he would find someone to vent his anger to.
The difference from the past is that this time he brought delicious food to the black boy.
While the black boy was enjoying his meal, Norman Stewart stepped forward and stepped on the black boy's hand.
The black boy did not dare to resist, but endured the pain and smiled slightly at Norman Stewart.
"You bastard!"
He raised his foot and stomped it down hard.
The black boy ducked away instinctively.
Norman Stewart was immediately furious: "If you dare to resist on horseback, labor and management will tell you to die!"
As he said that, he ran up to the black boy and punched and kicked him.
He said harshly:
"How come you are just like that Oscar guy when you are riding a horse, and you are becoming more and more distasteful to me?"
Just then, Adams Stewart appeared out of nowhere.
When I saw Norman Stewart bullying the black boy, I suddenly became very angry.
"Norman, have you finished your homework? Who asked you to come here?"
Adams Stewart felt a little sad for the angry slaves in the garden.
You know, once these angry slaves get sick or injured, it will be difficult to sell them at a good price.
Death is even more of a loss for me.
Of course, Adams Stewart tamed them himself, no matter whether it was good or bad, but it was difficult to accept it when he saw his son or others taming them.
Norman Stewart was a little embarrassed.
He lowered his head and said nothing, and during this short interval, he did not forget to look at the black boy. If he laughed at him, he would definitely not be able to spare him next time.
Fortunately, the black boy is very sensible and keeps his head down.
"Why are you still hanging around? Go and do your homework."
Adams Stewart yelled at the top of his voice, and Norman Stewart ran out of the small thatched house in dejection.