Time goes to the end of March.

The last time I agreed to take Joanna to visit Mrs. Sinclair, it was almost time.

Considering the customs of Westerners, An Feng made an appointment a week in advance and asked Joanna for some common etiquettes. When he went to other people's homes, he had to follow the customs. Moreover, he took Joanna to visit, and he also used the small plan to bring the relationship closer. Mrs. Sinclair was a big backer.

Meeting with Joanna at Paso Roble Airport, she stood outside the airport with a trolley case. Seeing this, Guli stepped forward to help her carry things. She smiled at Guli and said thank you. Guli smiled honestly. He always had a good impression of Joanna and praised her as a standard rich lady.

The car drove into the airport and parked in front of a plane. An Feng leaned sideways in front of the gangway and gave her a handle. Joanna pulled up her skirt very ladylikely and stepped on her, and An Feng followed her. The business plane was sent by Mrs. Sinclair to pick them up, which shows her serious attitude.

The plane takes off and targets San Antonio, Texas.

An Feng and Joanna talked about some of the experiences and experiences of the manor, which was also a lesson for her. But even if she didn't say it, she could handle it with it. I thought that when I first visited the manor, I was really shocked by the aristocratic etiquette that had been passed down from generation to generation. A British housekeeper was like an army officer, and a servant was a soldier under his command. With a look and a reminder, his subordinates carried out in an orderly manner.

An Feng said: "The experience I gave me was very profound. I felt that the butler was like the clone of the master. They must have been professionally trained, right?"

Joanna said: "Of course, as you said, the butler is the cutting-edge part. This type of butler is often professionally trained or inherited in hereditary terms, has extremely high self-qualities and rich life knowledge, is familiar with various etiquettes, delicious dishes, and famous wine appreciation, and is a noble teacher!"

An Feng sighed: "It's so amazing. There are also hereditary housekeepers, and it feels like..."

An Feng racked his brains and couldn't find a description, Joanna added for him: "Like the CEO of the management servant?"

"Yes, that's what it means!" An Feng said.

"This belongs to a cutting-edge customization culture. The housekeeper is in charge of a family service team including chefs, bodyguards, gardeners, tailors, nannies, and servants. As the most trusted secretary and confidant, he considers and arranges the daily affairs of the entire family for his master."

After hearing this, An Feng nodded repeatedly: "Your statement is perfect. I always can't imagine how to describe the orderly and orderly under the control of the butler."

Joanna smiled: "Although the housekeeper is not a descendant of aristocratic, he is indeed the best aristocratic teacher. So there is a saying in society that a qualified housekeeper can make a master who is not aristocratic in all aspects behave like a third generation of aristocratic. So, Mr. An, you have to pay attention."

An Feng was happy: "I'm afraid I can't learn that level, and I'm currently a traitor, a distance from the rich and even farther from the nobles."

Joanna said: "Nobles are not necessarily rich."

An Feng shook his head: "But without money, you can't support the expenses of those huge land, houses and servants, as well as the Rolls-Royce for the butler."

"That's right." Joanna agreed.

...

After spending more than four hours in a chat, the plane landed at the San Antonio airport, and it was still the VIP channel to the end. The ones who came to pick up the plane were a Bentley and two Land Rover. Bentley parked in front of the laid gangway. As soon as they walked down, a black-clad bodyguard came to open the door for them.

When we arrived at Sinclair's manor, as we did last time, a row of servants stood up straight and stood waiting for the distinguished guests without squinting. When the car stopped, two male servants stepped forward and opened the door quickly, and specially protected their hands on the roof of the car to prevent the guests from accidentally touching their heads, and details were everywhere.

An Feng and Joanna got out of the car, and Mrs. Sinclair, who was leaning on crutches, smiled and walked forward: "Welcome to both!"

The man nodded and bowed in the servants' team, and the woman bowed and bowed. Seeing this, An Feng smiled at the old lady: "Mrs. Sinclair, thank you for your kind hospitality."

"Where are you, your arrival makes the humble house shine brightly," said Mrs. Sinclair.

According to the next etiquette, An Feng introduced Joanna sideways: "This lady is Joanna, Miss J.S. Steinville."

Joanna smiled and curtsyed, "I'm glad to be here to visit you, Mrs. Sinclair. Your garden is so beautiful!"

"Thank you for your praise! Beautiful Miss!" Mrs. Sinclair was very happy. Several gorgeously dressed men and women walked out of the house at the same time. The lady introduced: "This is my eldest son Bazer, his son Charlie; of course, the other is the second son Matthew, and the granddaughter Catherine whom I told you last time!"

An Feng smiled and nodded at them, and stepped forward to shake hands and greet each other one by one. Joanna followed him, and met the other person with a smile on her face.

Mrs. Sinclair said: "You have come from California, and I guess you have worked hard, please come in!"

The butler, who was closest to the door, made a gesture of inviting him, turned around and walked in front and pushed open the door. The guests and the owners stood side by side, chatted and walked up the steps, and walked into the house. The servants could not walk through the main entrance, but could only leave in an orderly manner from the path next to them.

...

An Feng did not pay attention to the details of the greeting last time, but after Joanna's popular science, he finally realized that this was deliberately arranged by the butler.

The purpose of the housekeeper is to make the guests feel comfortable. Different levels of guests have different ways of entertaining. An Feng was more popular for the first time, so the style of the hospitality tends to be casual and does not pay much attention to it. Joanna, who visited this time, was a noble family, so the rigorous set was also put forward.

With just this simple detail, the butler made an extremely meticulous plan.

It can be said that this time I was playing the authentic upper class. From the beginning of getting off the bus, An Feng had to observe and pay more attention. He really admired Joanna who was able to handle it easily, and even she was leading many processes.

Joanna was chatting with Mrs. Sinclair. Except for them, everyone had smiles on their faces, but the details showed that not everyone was adapting to such occasions where servants gathered and welcomed each other. For example, the 17 or 18-year-old granddaughter Catherine was staring around and was distracted.

After the welcoming ceremony, the two guests returned to the room to place their luggage under the guidance of the servant. An Feng walked out of the room and ventilated with Joanna in the corridor. She explained: "The next time is free time, you can accompany the host or take a walk by yourself. As for the evening banquet, come back half an hour in advance and change your clothes. Be careful here, even if your clothes are not dirty."

An Feng breathed a sigh of relief: "I understand."

Joanna asked, "How about you, can you still adapt?"

An Feng said: "It takes some time to adapt. I didn't expect that every walk is reasonable and you are smart and have the best kung fu skills."

Joanna smiled: "Remember to owe me a favor."

When he went downstairs, An Feng met Mrs. Sinclair's second son, the middle-aged man named Matthew, who was in his early forties, wearing a black suit and combed his shiny hair upwards, giving people a feeling of energy and a positive sunshine, making him easily gain the trust of others.

"Hello, Mr. Ann." Matthew Sinclair reached out.

"Hello, please call me Bruce." An Feng shook hands with him.

"Okay, Bruce." Matthew signaled to walk together, "Are you available now?"

"I'm just looking for someone to chat with when I'm free."

"Okay, I want to talk to you about graphene and your GP company."

An Feng and Matthew came to the backyard garden and walked along the cobblestone path by the lake. While chatting all the way, Matthew was very interested in graphene technology and wanted to join the cooperation circle. Of course, as his personal identity, it does not mean that the Sinclair family is. Because the family is still the old lady.

Matthew specifically reminded: "Once this technology is born, it will involve the interests of many people. Therefore, if there is no strong enough partner, some people will always be self-righteous, or think that they can achieve their goals through temptation, coercion, etc."

An Feng smiled and said, "I heard you are so dark."

Matthew also smiled: "Don't dare to come if the light is not afraid to come. The big mistake in the world will arouse public anger. But if you want to avoid the dark, first, you must be high-profile enough. As we all know, technology stars are not soft persimmons that anyone can pinch. But I don't think you are inclined to be high-profile, so the second way is to have a bunch of strong partners."

An Feng said straight: "Wasn't Mrs. Sinclair worth it?"

Matthew nodded without hesitation: "Yes, as long as my mother comes forward to speak, no one dares to provoke the Sinclair family, but things are a bit unoptimistic."

An Feng knew that he was referring to cancer, but he could give himself a reminder, whether it was out of kindness or something, An Feng had to thank him: "Thank you for your reminder. Of course, I am also looking for a partner at the moment because it covers too wide and I happen to need funds and connections."
Chapter completed!