Shi Zhijian sat in the Rolls-Royce sedan with high spirits!
There were gongs and drums in the front, dragon and lion dances! There were rows of luxury cars in the middle. In addition to Shi Zhijian, Hong John, Yan Xiong and others also bought luxury cars to act as foils!
Thousands of parades behind, surrounded by luxury cars in front, rushed from Chinatown to the streets of London!
On the leisurely streets of London, British women held floral parasols, strolled along the streets, and pointed at the newly launched department store products in the windows.
British men are in suits and ties, wearing top hats, holding civilized staffs, walking in a hurry, or gathering together to chat, talking about national events and interesting international news.
Several cars drive on the smooth streets, and occasionally a few retro British carriages drive by proudly with clattering hooves!
It’s a morning with warm sunshine and gentle breeze!
Sudden--
The pigeons that were pecking at the delicious food in London Square started flying!
The peaceful street was disrupted by the sound of gongs and drums!
"what's going on?"
Countless ghosts looked sideways——
Then they froze!
Dragon and lion dance?
Parade with thousands of people?
Am I dazzled?
What's more, some ghost guys wondered if they were dreaming, so they pinched their cheeks hard, and one word, it hurt!
Not a dream!
It's all true!
Did the Chinese rebel?
Why are there so many people?
Not to mention the pedestrians and tourists at this moment, even the patrol policemen became nervous one by one, and some started blowing their whistles directly!
"Dudududu!"
"Dudududu!"
The streets were filled with whistles all of a sudden!
But before these patrol officers could finish their excitement, a companion came over to comfort them and said: "Don't be excited, everyone! Sheriff Charlemagne said that this is Viscount Shi Zhijian going to accept the award!"
"What? Shi Zhijian? Viscount? What the hell?" These patrol officers looked confused!
At this moment, Sheriff Charlemagne was actually very confused!
He had no choice but to help Shi Zhijian because of the face of the police chief.
Then, Shi Zhijian finalized the matter of cooperating with him to open a "labor agency", and the relationship between the two took a further step!
But even so, Charlemagne still looked down on Shi Zhijian from the bottom of his heart, thinking that Shi Zhijian was just a Chinese and was not qualified to be his brother, let alone do business with such a noble Englishman as him!
But today——
When Charlemagne learned from his superiors that Shi Zhijian was going to be awarded the title of Quasi Viscount by the Queen, Charlemagne's proud heart was directly shattered with a hammer!
Only now did he finally know who Shi Zhijian was and why he dared to be so arrogant and rampant!
Viscount!
He will never get a title in his life!
At this moment, Charlemagne's psychological changes have undergone a 180-degree change!
He suddenly felt that he was beginning to become unworthy of doing business with Shi Zhijian and being brothers!
What makes him even more embarrassed is that he has been struggling for so long that he is the clown!
At this moment, Charlemagne was standing in a high-rise building on London Street in a police uniform with his hands behind his back, watching the mighty float parade through the window!
He is calm on the outside, but full of excitement on the inside!
Because he saw an opportunity!
An opportunity to build a good relationship with the Viscount, and then develop his ambitions and take a further step in his official career!
"Shi Zhijian, Shi Viscount! I will follow you closely!"
…
The parade troops in Chinatown made such a big noise. Those media reporters in London were not fools. How could they not notice it?
After all, thousands of people in this darkness are not ants, let alone dancing dragons and lions, beating gongs and drums, even a blind man can see it!
At first, the London reporters thought that these Chinese people in Chinatown were up to something and were making "demands."
But slowly I realized something was wrong. It didn’t look like a demonstration, but rather like celebrating the New Year!
As a result, some reporters began to inquire about what happened.
If you don’t check, you won’t know. If you check, you will be shocked!
Her Majesty the Queen is going to honor people in the square of Buckingham Palace!
Why didn't they get the news before?
So secretive?
Keep checking, I will be surprised again!
The person who was awarded the honor was actually a Chinese!
How can it be?
These reporters are almost confused!
Chinese Viscount?
This is something that has never happened before in the British Empire!
Check again!
The reporters were stunned and numb!
That Chinese Viscount turned out to be Shi Zhijian from Hong Kong!
Who is Shi Zhijian?
Isn't he the Hong Kong boss who bribed them not long ago and asked them to write a press release to report on Shinhwa Group's acquisition of a garbage company?
For this reason, these reporters still ridiculed Shi Zhijian behind his back for being a big fool! He actually spent tens of millions of pounds to acquire a lot of broken companies!
But now, this idiot has suddenly become Viscount Shi Zhijian!
The huge contrast directly caused these reporters to break their guard!
The Times responded the fastest!
The reporter immediately rushed to write a news report: "Hong Kong Chinese were conferred viscounts and thousands of people paraded in London!"
"Hurry! Print! Distribute!"
The newspaper office is busy!
At the same time, Sky TV in London also smelled the big news and immediately dispatched a live broadcast vehicle purchased with millions of dollars to rush to the awarding venue!
Shi Zhijian's dragon and lion dance didn't matter, it made the whole London go crazy!
…
Medal Square.
The lion flag hangs softly on the flagpole.
Looking at the entire investiture ceremony, there was not even a decent salute. It was empty. There was only a training platform. The only eye-catching thing was a banner behind the training platform: "Congratulations to Mr. Shi Zhijian on being awarded the title of Viscount of the British Empire!"
More than two dozen soldiers in uniforms were carrying guns and yawning.
Count Jester also slapped his mouth with his hand and yawned, as if this kind of thing could be contagious.
Beside him were his two old friends, Sir Henry and Sir Feventy.
The three of them are the main people appointed by the Queen to confer medals on Shi Zhijian today.
Behind them there were five noble figures accompanying them as embellishments.
The most famous among them is the young man who may inherit the title of Duke of Edward VIII in the future - Wells.
The three of them, Jester and Wells, are not very interested in this young man. They feel that this young man has a good life and a good background. He will become a duke at a young age. Unlike the three of them, they are all old and not young, and the highest level is just a distinguished one.
Earl Ste!
"Damn it, why hasn't anyone come yet?" Count Jester clicked his lips impatiently.
"Yes, why hasn't that Chinese from Hong Kong come yet?" Sir Henry said impatiently.
"We are so unlucky, how could we be assigned such an errand?" Sir Fewendi said.
"Actually, this kind of work is also very good! When the person comes, we can award him a medal casually, and then after finishing it, we can go back to sleep!"
For Count Jester and others, hosting such an investiture ceremony today is as simple as child's play. As for the so-called "Viscount Shi Zhijian", in their opinion, it is even more of a joke.
They didn't do any publicity in London at all to the outside world, and they held it quietly internally to avoid causing discussion. Therefore, the most that Viscount Shi could do was go back to Hong Kong to show his prestige, but that's not the case here!
"It's almost time, it's almost nine o'clock!" Count Jester couldn't help nagging, he lifted up his sleeves and looked at his watch, his expression showing boredom.
"Why hasn't that guy Boer come back to report? As Her Majesty's bodyguard, can he ignore us?" Sir Henry said dissatisfied.
In fact, whether it is Earl Jester, Sir Henry, or Sir Fewendi, they all know clearly that the reason why the superiors entrusted them with such a small task this time is because the three of them have always been useless.
To put it simply, he is a "waste" among the nobles!
Although Earl Jester is an earl, he is best at eating, drinking, and gambling! He holds the official title of inspector of the cultural department, but he always hangs out in romantic venues, either on the way to pick up girls or on the street.
Sir Henry and Sir Fewendi were as good as him, and they were also very accomplished in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, even better than him!
Therefore, the three of them were ridiculed by the top nobles as the "three cheap guests in London"!
"I'm so angry when I talk about Bohr jumping on the street!" Sir Vivendy said, popping his nose and flying away. "He always does things under cover of cover. He calls us "Sir" in front of us, but secretly mocks us as "London".
waste!"
"One day, we will make it look good on the streets!"
Just when Jester and the others were full of complaints, Bol ran towards this side panting.
"Hey, look, the grandson is here!"
"As expected, it's Bol who jumped on the street!"
"He must be here to report the news!"
Seeing that Bol was about to arrive, the three Jesters quickly cheered up and put aside their yawning and sluggish looks. They put their hands behind their backs, raised their chests and raised their heads, as if they were noble men.
Guard officer Bol finally came to the three of them, panting.
Jester couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Boll, what's wrong with you? Why are you panting like a dog?"
"That, that..." Bol was still panting, not paying much attention to Jester's sarcasm towards him.
"What is that? Where is Shi Zhijian, why hasn't this damn Chinese come here yet? Could it be that he heard that the Queen is not free and we are conferring honors on him, so he can just ignore us like this?" Jester said in a stern tone.
"No, yes, yes..."
"What is it? Isn't he willing to come?" Jester sneered, "How dare a humble Chinese to bargain with us?"
"No! Cough cough cough!" Boll coughed violently.
Jester also wanted to scold Shi Zhijian for a few words, accusing Shi Zhijian of being arrogant and arrogant——
At this time——
The gongs and drums are noisy!
Firecrackers blast!
Even the ground started to rumble!
"What happened? Was there an earthquake?" Jester and others were panicked, with looks of horror on their faces.
"No! Yes - Shi Zhijian is here!" Bol finally said these words!
"Shi Zhijian?"
"he came?"
Jester and others looked at each other, "Why is there such a big movement?"
When they were surprised, they saw that the dragon and lion dance team had appeared in front of them!
"Oh, God!"
Not to mention Jester and others, even the ceremonial soldiers carrying their guns listlessly were stunned by the scene before them!
Thousands of people were parading in the dark, majestic and rainbow-like!
