This is a city shrouded in smog. Four coal-fired power plants in London emit thick black smoke 24 hours a day. Combined with the countless factories of all sizes surrounding London, which consume more than 200 million tons of coal every year, the fog in London combines with the waste and dust to form smog.
The bedroom door opened, Angie Perlis, wearing loose pajamas, yawned while covering her mouth with her hand. She saw Song Tianyao standing by the French windows, leaning against the doorframe, and smiled.
"This is gentlemanly London, darling, perhaps you should wear your pajamas."
Song Tianyao coughed twice and pointed to the hazy smog outside the window. "This is an exhibitionist's paradise. He can walk down the street and no one will notice he's completely naked."
"This weather makes me miss the bright sunshine of Hong Kong."
Angie Perlis said with a hint of resentment.
Of course, not many people seem to like smoggy weather.
Song Tianyao rubbed his nose, feeling a bit uncomfortable; the smell really was unpleasant.
After showering and getting dressed, the two went down to the hotel. In the lobby on the first floor, Mrs. Bess, wearing a hat, was enjoying authentic London Earl Grey tea at the recommendation of a waiter.
Seeing the two approach, Mrs. Bess greeted them with a smile, "Good morning. Although I hate to admit it, it's certainly not a good day."
Perlis and Song Tianyao sat down opposite Mrs. Bess and started chatting about women's topics. Song Tianyao took the newspaper from the waiter and flipped through the news.
Song Tianyao's purpose in staying in London this time was to help the Foreign Girls around him, or himself, to obtain some so-called high-class identities that could appear impressive.
In his previous life, Song Tianyao disdained such a status, but in this life, having the identity of a so-called Britain high-society figure can still be quite useful in a colony like Hong Kong.
However, looking at the smog outside the hotel and the Britain wearing top hats walking through it, Song Tianyao's mind started to wander again.
Chapter 447 Hugh Beaver
Although London love Dickens ' "Oliver Twist," it doesn't mean they like this smoggy weather. Look at the streets outside the Cloud Palace Hotel; it's daytime, yet London traffic police have to light gas lamps as road signs to guide passing vehicles.
Song Tianyao knew that in his previous life, the Britain spent more than half a century and a half trying to control the smog that plagued London, resulting in the deaths of tens of thousands of London, before they were able to have a bright and clear London.
Right now, the Britain are in a state of utter chaos and have no interest in how to deal with the Britain, but Song Tianyao is quite interested in gaining some fame from the smog.
It's not difficult to write articles about this, but it would be quite difficult to gain great fame through certain methods. After all, the granting of noble titles in Britain is still considered strict and demanding. Given Song Tianyao's status as a citizen of the British Empire's Hong Kong colony, let alone the idea of quickly obtaining a high-ranking title, even a low-ranking title would be nothing short of a pipe dream.
Fortunately, even if he didn't have much of a chance, Song Tianyao turned to look at Angie Perlis, who was chatting happily with Mrs. Bess. He still had this Britain girl Foreign Girl.
Purebred Britain natives have a natural advantage in this kind of thing.
While Song Tianyao was lost in thought, the Foreign Girl and Mrs. Bess were chatting beside him. Mrs. Bess was inviting the Foreign Girl and Song Tianyao to a hunting party when the weather cleared up.
Since meeting Song Tianyao, Shek Chi-yik and his wife's life seems to have become much richer overnight. Shek Chi-yik now owns three yachts and has two million dollars worth of debt in Hong Kong Club. As for Mrs. Bess, she has not only become a well-known Philanthropist in London, but also an excellent hydrographer.
Fame, power, and money are all things that are no longer what they used to be.
At that moment, Perlis and Mrs. Bess seemed to be discussing someone, and Song Tianyao happened to overhear a name he recognized: Sir Hugh Beaver.
"Madam, is the Sir Beaver you just mentioned the owner of the Guinness Brewery?" Song Tianyao asked curiously after Mrs. Bess finished speaking.
Mrs. Bess smiled and nodded, "Sir Beaver's beer has already been sold in Hong Kong?"
Song Tianyao only knew the name from a Guinness World Records program he watched in his previous life. As for whether Guinness beer was sold in Hong Kong, he didn't know and didn't care.
Of course, he didn't intend to sell beer with Sir Beaver, but it was a rare treat to hear a familiar name in 1950s London.
"Madam, what you mean by the hunting party...?"
Mrs. Bess picked up her tea and took an elegant sip. "It was arranged by Patrick's good friend in London. They were close friends back in school, and he's also heard of you, Song. By the way, he works at the Overseas Colonial Department."
Song Tianyao smiled at Mrs. Bess and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Bess."
For the next two days, the weather remained terrible. It seemed that the hunting party that the Overseas Colonial Department official had been looking forward to had not been granted by God, and he was given absolutely no chance to go out hunting on horseback. Arrows or bullets disappeared as soon as they left the bowstring and the muzzle of the gun, let alone see any prey.
On the contrary, the Foreign Girl has been attending some women's gatherings at Mrs. Bess's invitation these past few days.
Song Tianyao didn't pay too much attention to these things; he had just finished writing an article in the past two days.
A detailed paper on the dangers of smog, the factors that cause smog, and how to control smog.
It can be said that Song Tianyao was quite satisfied with this. He believed that the paper he had was probably unmatched in the entire Britain, at least for now.
This thing is unlikely to make him money, but if the timing is right, it could probably earn him some fame.