Strongest Guard

Its bells hang over London all year round.    

To the British, the Big Dumb Clock was their pride, their spiritual strength.    

In 1843, the Palace of Westminster was destroyed in a great fire, and a long bell in the palace was reduced to a pile of scrap iron in the flames.    

How could the royal family see the time without a clock?    

No, even if the palace wasn't rebuilt, the clock would have to be built first.    

Very quickly, the construction of the clock began like a raging fire.    

But in the reconstruction effort, the director of engineering proposed a plan to create the world's largest and best clock, which had to be the king of the clock.    

Since the three islands of the England did not let the sun set, the ringing of the bell above London should be the most melodious.    

When the royal family heard this, they felt that the symbol was very good. They immediately gave out funds and approved this plan. They even sent out the royal officials to draw up the specifications for the clock, requiring that the accuracy of the first chime of every hour be no more than a second.    

It seemed too demanding a request for such a giant clock with its long, heavy, mechanical knocks and its long hands in the midst of a storm.    

But even so, three manufacturers fought for the honor of making the clock, and E. J. Dent won.    

Who let this be a good opportunity to become famous?    

We must make a clock that the whole world knows, and use its brand effect to push the company's products all over the world, and then we can count the money until we have a cramp in our hands.    

And so the firm of E. J. Dent began to send craftsmen to make the clock.    

Finally, after an unknown length of time, after many people had paid a great deal of effort for this, it was finally created on that day, and caused a great stir in the world!    

Finally, E. J. Dent became famous all over the world -- and went out of business.    

Although the company that made the Big Dumb Clock had failed, the Big Dumb Clock had been given a special significance during the second world war.    

Its existence had inspired the unparalleled patriotism and valor of the British.    

During the Second World War, London suffered 1,224 air strikes, and the Big Dumb Clock always carried its reassuring bells.    

Particularly impressive were the annual truce days (the first Sunday in November), the eleven o'clock bells that mourned the deaths of British soldiers in World War II.    

At this time, the entire city's transportation would stop, and people would take off their hats and stand up straight, looking up at the majestic Big Dumb Clock, reminiscing about the warriors, cherishing their current blissful life.    

After remembering, do whatever you need to do.    

"Big Dumb Clock must be very valuable. Unfortunately, it's too big to collect. "    

Looking at the Big Dumb Clock under the illumination of the spotlight, Lee Nanfang shook his head in regret.    

Big Dumb Clock was already a world-class sight. As long as one came to London, they would be embarrassed to look at this big clock and say that they had come to London before.    

From time to time, there would be beautiful ladies wearing black mink coats walking around Lee Nanfang. They held their phones high in the air and kept shooting Big Dumb Clock s.    

Some of them even had all sorts of photos taken by their peers.    

"If you have the ability, don't wear it inside. Just lift up the skirt. What's the meaning of blinking twice? Vulgar, wicked taste. "    

Lee Nanfang, who was attracted by the movement of some overexcited black silk lady, quickly put down his skirt when she saw him peeking at her. Then, he dragged his partner away and curled his lips in disdain before turning around and walking towards the east.    

The information Brother David provided was not accurate at all.    

He said that Windmill Company's "headquarters" was located diagonally opposite of the Big Dumb Clock.    

It was just that the angle was too far.    

Lee Nanfang walked for a good five minutes before he saw a window with a few servings of cake. Above the door was a neon sign, "Windmill Company.    

It was clearly a cake shop, but it was called Windmill Company.    

Lee Nanfang, who was a foreigner, felt awkward, let alone the residents near the cake shop.    

However, it also proved how unique Hamm was: "I am the biggest trafficker in history. I run a bakery downtown and register under my name. However, it wasn't a certain cake shop. It was definitely called Windmill Company. If you have the ability, come and hurt me. "To find out who I am."    

A man of character always has his own peculiarities when doing business.    

It wasn't sarcasm.    

Because the cake made by Windmill is the best in London.    

Every day, many people would queue up to buy cakes.    

Lee Nanfang arrived a little late. He was also very gentlemanly and was too embarrassed to cut in line at the restaurant, but he didn't want to be at the back of the line. He followed the crowd like a fool.    

If that was the case, it would be too lacking in character.    

Hamm bought his first love, and Lee Nanfang on what basis would he queue up to buy his cake?    

He could only look through the window.    

The storefront of Windmill's company wasn't that big, only around a hundred square meters.    

From the window, you can see how the cake was baked.    

There were eight people at work, four of whom were cake makers, two waiters carrying plates back and forth, a take-away, and a cashier.    

Through his lips, Lee Nanfang could see customers greeting the old man who took in the cash from time to time, "Mr. Hamm, are you still going to get off work at 10 pm tonight?"    

"Yeah. It's ten o'clock every night. "    

Hamm sighed, "Sigh, these old bones of mine will die sooner or later."    

"I heard you're the biggest trafficker in the world."    

When a customer asked this question, it was as if the neighbor was the first to speak, and the expression on his face was very natural.    

"Right."    

Hamm nodded and frankly admitted: "Every month, I would go back and forth from the five continents' 33 countries and traffic in human beings as high as 2000 people. What, do you have a good supply? "    

"Ha, it seems like you're speaking the truth."    

The customer laughed. "Aren't you afraid that I'll call the police, arrest you, and investigate you?"    

"Don't worry, I'm already used to it. I just came out last month, didn't I?"    

Hamm tore off the document and threw it to the customer, saying, "Next."    

The next customer, who was also a chatterbox, said: "I heard that Lord Philip is going to hold his annual charity convention on his super cruise. "Since you have such money from trafficking in human beings, you must be his guest of honor, right?"    

"Every year, I will go."    

"Which one of you is the real one?"    

"Next."    

Hamm tore off the documents again and threw them into the customer's arms. He couldn't be bothered to talk about this anymore.    

"Brother David is right, if this old thing is Hamm, then I, Great Sage Qi Tian Sun Wukong."    

Looking at Hamm, who was seventy years old, Lee Nanfang shook his head. Suddenly, he took a light sniff through his nose.    

There was a very pure fragrance of homemade rose perfume coming from behind him, stirring his olfactory nerves.    

The perfume with rose scent was meant for women. This proved that the one who came to Lee Nanfang's back was a woman.    

The windows were too clean and the inside of the cake shop was brightly lit, so Lee Nanfang couldn't see the reflection of the person behind, but he could feel the perfume smell getting stronger and stronger.    

"Dear lady, do you think it's polite to be so close to a man you don't know?"    

Lee Nanfang smiled and slowly turned around.    

Then, he saw a woman's face that was very close by. It was smeared all over her face.    

After seeing this face and seeing how the woman was dressed, Lee Nanfang no longer blamed her for coming close to him.    

This was because he was a firefly standing on the street.    

Everywhere in the world, there was a group of women who did not rely on the assistance of the country, but only on their bodies to eat.    

As one of the international metropolises, there was certainly no shortage of fireflies in London.    

Being able to exist almost legally is a characteristic of capitalist society.    

"Handsome, the sky is freezing and the night is long. Can I invite you to a very warm place to have a happy time?"    

This Liu Ying, whose age couldn't be determined, was a little Xiao Wenhua.    

While chuckling, she took Lee Nanfang's right hand and put it into her black coat. She squinted her left eye, as if she was touching Lee Nanfang's ear with her red lips that were stained with blood: "The price is affordable, it's 300 RMB overnight, 100 RMB per hour."    

A coat is a good thing.    

He put on the coat and walked on the street. As long as he did not unbutton his shirt, no one would know that Liu Ying was completely naked.    

Lee Nanfang didn't take the initiative to stick his hand inside Liu Ying's coat and did it himself. If he didn't cooperate with her, then it would be too disrespectful to the British people.    

What's more, Liu Ying was quite capable.    

Based on Boss Lee's past experience, he should be at least at the 36D level, the same level as the He Lan Demoness.    

Furthermore, it felt quite good. It was smooth and elastic. He could confirm with a touch that it was not filled with any kind of silica gel.    

Women these days were simply too dishonest.    

"One night, for three hundred dollars."    

Lee Nanfang's hand was held by Liu Ying. It was only when he saw clearly what she was capable of, that she reminded him again with a smile how cheap and good she was.    

Three hundred?    

Hmph hmph, not to mention 300, even if it was 30, a righteous gentleman like Lee Nanfang would not submit to her.    

Before I saw what she looked like.    

What if this was a devil from the looks of it?    

That way, Lee Nanfang would have nightmares.    

"Handsome, a hundred yuan is fine too. Fifty? How about fifty? But on the street, you get behind my coat. "    

After seeing Lee Nanfang shake his head, Liu Ying started to sell the goods at a reduced price.    

Lee Nanfang still shook his head.    

Liu Ying was a little unhappy: "What, we touched it and touched it, but we didn't spend any money. Isn't this too immoral?"    

"If you can get those two plainclothes to go away and wash these things off your face and let me see what you look like, then I'll have morals."    

Lee Nanfang raised his hand and pointed at the two men who were looking at him from time to time while smoking, and answered with a smile.    

In his heart, however, he was deeply moved. "Fishing culture has no boundaries."    

He first told the women to hook up with the men. After they asked for real weapons, the police suddenly broke in and shouted, "You foreign dog, you actually dare to force the women to do our female compatriots …"    

The woman didn't get into the trap, but was blackmailed. Maybe her head would be hit by a gun and she would be beaten up. Lee Nanfang never bothered to do that.    

"Huh?"    

A glint of light that did not match her appearance flashed across Liu Ying's eyes. She then turned her head and smiled, "You even saw through me like that. It looks like you're an experienced player. Weyers, you guys go first, this handsome guy isn't fooled. "