My British Empire

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"Ah! Yes, how can we meet the great man here without doing something for him first?"

Old Cromwell sighed helplessly, the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen, he shook his head, and turned to look at his confused son.

"His Majesty the King has just been in charge, and almost all the power is in the hands of those ministers. Don't look at him a few days ago, he is very prestigious, in fact, he is praised by those ministers!"

Old Cromwell looked at his son, and didn't want to tell him at first, but after thinking about it, he was very old, and he should know some things.

"Think about it, what does a twelve-year-old kid know? I'm afraid he doesn't even know how many counties there are in England. How can he convince those ministers who have been domineering for more than two years?"

"And until he truly gains power, he will have to wait until he gets married. Therefore, the most powerful right now is the Earl of Warwick."

"The Earl of Warwick? Hasn't he been keeping a low profile? I heard he has been reading the Bible at home?"

Hearing his father say this, even though he was prepared, little Cromwell was still taken aback.

It turned out that His Majesty the King, who seemed to have a lot of glory, was being played with by the minister at this time, so he couldn't help but be surprised.

Seeing that his son still looked immature, old Cromwell felt a bit of bitterness in his heart.

I blame myself for pampering my only son so much that I spent a lot of money to send him to Cambridge University, hoping that he could learn some knowledge.

What surprised him was that after several years of study, his son became a devout Protestant and always held a resistant attitude towards doing business.

At this time, in continental Europe, all universities were run by churches, and theology was the main content of university courses, so Cromwell Jr. could believe in Protestantism.

After several years of teaching, he slowly accepted the fact of doing business, but he was completely blind to politics and didn't understand anything.

How can a businessman who doesn't care about politics last long? Only now did Old Cromwell deeply understand the psychology of hating iron but not steel.

Taking a breath, old Cromwell sorted out his mood before speaking slowly.

"The Earl of Warwick was able to resist the former Duke Edward for two years. What do you think of his power?"

"Now the little king has just taken charge of the government, and he is very angry. He is hiding his strength and biding his time, and he is dormant!"

"He's an old fox, a fox who knows how to hide his tail, I have to beg him!"

Hearing the news that he didn't know at all, Cromwell Jr. only felt that politics was as dirty as he expected, and he became more determined not to touch politics.

"Then why did you invite him to meet here today?"

"You'll find out later, go out now and see if he's here, I'll sit and rest for a while!"

Old Cromwell glanced at his son, leaned on his crutches, and walked slowly towards the seat, not forgetting to give instructions before leaving.

Looking at his father's slowly moving back, he could only shake his head, and walked out of the warm wooden house with his feet wearing deerskin boots.

Stepping on the creaking wooden steps, little Cromwell moved nimbly to the road in front of the wooden house.

But at this time, there were two young guards standing quietly by the side of the road, staring and looking around, always keeping an eye on the carriages walking on the road.

Stamping his feet to warm them up, he felt that the road under his feet was hard, and he was a little panicked.

In this kind of area where the middle class lives exclusively, most of the local managers will try their best to arrange it.

After all, this place is very close to London. Maybe there is a family that has a close relationship with the powerful ministers in London. Just a casual sentence can determine one's career.

But little Cromwell felt that this place was good, the transportation was convenient, and the living environment was quite comfortable. Arranging her cute little sweetheart to come here would definitely make her like it.

At this moment, little Cromwell couldn't help but see the happy appearance of his lovely sweetheart, especially her cute little dimples, which made him drunk just looking at her.

"Master, master, there is a carriage coming straight over!"

Just as little Cromwell was thinking about it, the family guard on the side patted his arm and reminded him.

"Oh, yes, let me take a look!" As he said that, Cromwell Jr. reacted quickly, turned his neck, and saw an ordinary black carriage driving here.

Little Cromwell thought it most likely the Earl of Warwick's carriage.

After tidying up his appearance, the little Cromwell calmly greeted the slowly stopped carriage, very graceful.

"Hello, Honorable Earl of Warwick, my father has already been waiting for you in the house!"

The Earl of Warwick, who had just lifted the curtain of the car, saw a middle-aged man coming up and saluted gracefully.

"You're welcome, Cromwell, I've been friends with your father for many years, so don't be so polite in the future!"

The Earl of Warwick knew at a glance that it was the young Cromwell of the Smith family. He kept smiling and said in a very friendly tone.

"Then, Uncle Dudley, let me help you down, let's go indoors to warm up together!"

As he spoke, little Cromwell approached the carriage and helped the Earl of Warwick, who was in his forties, get out of the carriage.

Then the two came to open the door together talking and laughing, and came to the warm wooden house like spring.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the old Cromwell, who was sitting and resting there, quickly got up and greeted him with a cane.

"My lord, you are finally here, please sit down and drink some hot tea to warm up your body."

Old Cromwell enthusiastically led the Earl of Warwick towards the chair by the fireplace, not forgetting to worry about the Earl's body.

"Phew, Smith, don't be so polite with me, we are old friends!"

After taking a sip of hot tea, His Excellency the Earl felt his somewhat icy body warm up quickly, and said to Old Cromwell with a smile.

"Of course, I will keep in mind the Earl's care for me these years."

Old Cromwell said in agreement, all the old age wrinkles on his face gathered together.

Yes, in the past five years, I have given you money every year, of course we have a deep friendship. Little Cromwell, who was waiting aside, kept muttering in his heart.

But old Cromwell was talking and laughing happily with the Earl of Warwick at this time, and they seemed to have a very close relationship and were very friendly.

"My lord, the Smith family is involved in expanding the glory of God. I don't know what happened?"

Laughing enough, old Cromwell straightened his face, put away his smile, and started discussing serious business.

"This, it's not easy. You know, His Majesty the King is in charge now. What I can say is not as good as before!"

Earl Walkeri said helplessly, as if he had completely lost power.

"Lord Earl, others don't believe in your ability, don't I know? Don't tease me anymore!"

Hearing that his father had an apologetic smile on his face, Cromwell Jr. knew that his father actually wanted to open up colonies for England and form a colonial company.

He didn't expect that his father would be willing to do such a thankless business. Aren't these all ways for those who are too poor to get rich?

And their Smith family doesn't say they are rich in London, but they are also among the top rich people in London, so there is absolutely no need to engage in such a project with a low investment rate.

While young Cromwell was puzzled, old Cromwell made new progress with the Earl of Warwick.

"As long as you do this, I will allow you to participate in the opportunity to spread the glory of God in the New World, or..."

The earl drew a long tone, looking provocatively at the old Cromwell whose color was constantly changing, observing his reaction.

"Or allow your caravan to go to the East, to the place of riches."

After seducing old Cromwell, the Earl of Warwick finally uttered a word that made the heart beat faster.

"Is what you said true? My Lord Earl!" Old Cromwell asked in disbelief, still digesting this huge and exciting news in his heart.

If you have the recognition of the country and become an official member, even in name, in this age of great voyages full of pirates, the safety factor of cargo ships is much higher than that of ordinary people.

Although England's navy is much weaker than Denmark, Spain, and Portugal at this time, as a big country with more than 50 sea-going ships, its deterrent power is still good!

Moreover, only with official recognition, the land you occupy is your own and protected by law.

Otherwise, the land that was finally acquired can be easily taken away by others, and there is no reason to reason.

"Of course, it depends on your performance to get these, my Mr. Smith."

Looking at the agitated old Cromwell, the Earl of Warwick smiled contemptuously in his heart, but on the surface he had a serious expression.

"Okay, I should go too, looking forward to your performance, Mr. Smith!"

"Okay, Your Excellency the Earl, I'll see you off!" Seeing the persistent look on Earl Warwick's face, old Cromwell knew he couldn't keep him.

In this way, Cromwell and his son sent the Earl of Warwick, who had recovered his simple and honest expression, to the carriage. The two stood on the side of the road like this, watching the carriage gradually go away.

"Father, why do you have the idea of ​​doing business in the land of those barbarians?"

"Don't you know it's very risky? The business is pretty good now!"

When the carriage was gone, little Cromwell couldn't bear the doubts in his heart anymore, and asked his father who was on crutches beside him.

"Don't you know the truth that the greater the risk, the more gold coins?"

"Hey! If it wasn't for you and the family, would I have done this?"

"I'm leaving a retreat for the Smith family!"

The cold night wind blew on old Cromwell's face, inexplicably bringing him a sense of bleakness.

"Stop talking, go back, it will be better in the future!"

As early as the time of Henry VII, it was stipulated that as long as there is official authorization from England, no matter who it is, as long as he has the ability to occupy and conquer the east, west, and north coasts of the Pacific Ocean (the south coast is the Spanish interest area), where the heathen and barbarians live.

Even if it is a country, county, or village, as long as he has the ability to occupy and rule that area, he will be officially recognized by England.