British 1986

Squinting his eyes, Allen patted Angus's shoulders with both hands. He held Angus's shoulders with his two big hands and pressed down hard with his thumbs.

Angus's face turned red instantly, but he was also very stubborn and remained silent.

Seeing his performance, Allen secretly exerted force with his thumb, clasping Angus's tendon and rubbing it back and forth on the collarbone.

This pain is much more stimulating than the simple pressing just now.

"hiss"

"Fake, you little brat, hiss"

"Um?"

Allen was not annoyed, he just lowered his head and stared at Angus with a painful look on his face.

Although Angus was just a little short of words, Alan was still prepared to give him a long memory.

Everyone who comes out to hang out should sort out their priorities to avoid being disobedient in the future.

"I'm convinced, I'm convinced, I'll help you, tell me what you want me to do!"

"What's the rush? Let's settle this matter first. I'll tell you the rest after I think about it!"

Allen let go of his hand, looked at Angus who was gasping for air, straightened his collar with satisfaction, and stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkles on his shoulders.

"Wouldn't it be enough if we had just been like this? I will be your duke honestly and we will have a bright future."

At the gate of the Old Tradford office area, Edwards and Ferguson came to see Allen off. This Earl was very efficient and resolute in his work. He came to visit, put down the negotiation team and was about to leave, without even staying to eat. A banquet.

"By the way, Ferguson, do you have an enemy? The kind of coach who has a very bad relationship with you, but whose coaching skills are pretty good?"

Allen was not in a hurry to get in the car. Before getting in the car, he turned his head and suddenly asked Ferguson.

"???"

Ferguson was a little confused as to why he asked this suddenly.

"Sir, what do you mean?"

"Oh, don't get me wrong, just say it. I'm just preparing in advance. If you don't perform well in leading the team this season, I will invite your enemy over and let him replace you."

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Talking about this arrangement directly in front of people is really irritating to people.

Ferguson took a deep breath, his hands trembling a little.

"Your Excellency, you don't have to, just one season. No! In half a season, I can prove my ability to you!"

Allen looked at Ferguson, who looked a little uncomfortable, smiled and did not answer his words, but raised his chin and said slowly: "Okay, you go back first, I want to say a few words to Edwards, you can't listen."

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Is it really okay to chase people away like this?

Ferguson felt that he had been humiliated repeatedly today, but there was nothing he could do. One second he was full of anger and promised in front of this Excellency, and the next second he directly signaled that he could leave!

What whispers he couldn't hear?

If you don’t listen, don’t listen!

Ferguson nodded, twitched the corners of his mouth, showed a very professional fake smile, turned around and left.

"Your Mightiness."

Little Edwards was a little worried when he saw Ferguson was so angry, but still walked away honestly.

"Come on, get in the car. I'll talk to you before I leave."

"Okay, please come first, Your Excellency."

Little Edwards quickly opened the car door, stood on the side of the door, blocked the door frame with his right hand, and asked Allen to get in the car first.

The space inside the car was very quiet, even the driver got out of the car.

Xiao Shitou was sent to the Butler Academy by Allen for further training. Now Allen's driver works part-time as a bodyguard.

Lighting a cigarette, Allen looked out the car window and said: "When the share acquisition is completed, I will leave you 5% of the stock dividend rights. You will also become the honorary chairman of Manchester United and manage the daily life of the club for me. Edwards The family is entitled to enjoy the benefits of the club along with the Hill family.”

"this"

The sudden generous treatment caught little Edwards off guard.

Although it is not directly given shares, this dividend right means that as the club develops better and better in the future, his income will also get better and better, plus the money from selling the shares this time.

Before he finished thinking, Allen's voice came again: "I just learned about the price of the shares in your hand, and the price will be according to what you said."

Little Edwards looked into Allen's eyes. He didn't expect that His Excellency was so easy to talk to and so forthright.

The negotiation team above hasn't finished talking yet. Your Excellency just decided like this, without even setting the price?

Although the price he asked for was not expensive, there was no basic bargaining step, which still made people worry about gain and loss.

This is too simple!

"Your Excellency, I really have nothing to repay you for."

Little Edwards thought for a long time and couldn't figure out what the earl wanted to do, but with such generous treatment, he could only hold back this sentence.

"Haha, you can repay it now!"

"???"

Allen looked at little Edwards and raised his hand slightly. The cigarette ashes in his hand were almost falling off.

Little Edwards very wisely stretched out his right hand and gently placed it in front of Allen.

"Ah"

Allen was very satisfied with his performance. He used Edwards' right hand as an ashtray, flicked the ashes, and stared into his eyes.

Seeing that there was no dissatisfaction or dissatisfaction in little Edwards's eyes, Allen said: "You have such treatment, I only have a small request, within three days."

Little Edwards watched Allen finish flicking the cigarette ash with his left hand, then nodded the hand holding the cigarette and said to himself: "Within three days, I will see the information of several other shareholders on my desk, names! Photos! Family status! Social relations, shareholding ratio, do you understand?!”

"???"

A nobleman, after agreeing to himself on generous terms, turned around and asked him to provide information on several other shareholders, again with such detailed information.

Little Edwards is not a child, of course he knows what Allen wants to do!

This is going to be a dirty trick!

Moreover, he is still required to provide "intelligence" in person, which means he is asked to betray his teammates.

Although those shareholders are all bad gamblers and have made little contribution to the club,...

Little Edwards hesitated.

Britain is known as Europe's shit-troublemaker, so it naturally has its own unique features.

What is the essence of this ancestral shit-stirring skill?

It is to sow discord, first bribe the other party, and then let the other party collapse from within.

How can we make the other party decide to kill their own people?

Of course, it is to give them a strong backer and make them think that everything is under control.

Then after they kill each other and think they have surrendered, they will take the initiative to reveal what they have done to their own people, so that they will be blamed as traitors.

Under such circumstances, we have already boarded the pirate ship anyway. This final blow is the straw that breaks the camel's back. From now on, we can only hold on to the backer and hit wherever we ask.

Allen also knows this ancestral skill. Although he is not very proficient, the person he is trying it on is not a big shot, so he will give it a try first.

Allen looked at little Edwards who looked hesitant.

By giving him such a good condition, do you think it is because of his generosity and kindness?

Edwards Jr.'s family is very prestigious in Manchester United, which is not convenient for Allen to control the club in the future.

If you want to get rid of them once and for all, you have to secretly eliminate their retreat and prestige.

But as long as he wants to get the conditions proposed by Allen, he must sell his teammates first!

After he sells out his teammates, Allen can start bullying these civilians.

As a nobleman, he worked hard to keep his status as a count, wasn't it just so that he could one day bully the common people?

If he couldn't bully the common people, why would he be a noble?

Allen didn't want to spend too much money to acquire the shares held by several other shareholders.

As long as he has little Edwards' information, he can save a lot of effort. He no longer has to collect information and can only arrange his men to do things.

Later, he will let people take the initiative to spread the news about Edwards' betrayal of his teammates.

The Edwards family will always be blamed for being traitors. Who dares to believe a family that likes to betray their teammates? They will have to follow Allen honestly from now on!

"Have you ever heard of the saying that pie does not fall in the sky? If you want to get something, how can you do it without paying a price?"

Allen slowly and seductively seemed to be trying to solve Edwards.

Little Edwards gritted his teeth. In his opinion, as long as His Excellency the Earl acquires Manchester United, these shareholders will have nothing to do with him. Don't they just want information?

Could it be that if he didn't give it, His Excellency the Earl wouldn't be able to find the information on these people?

Since everyone is giving, why should I resist?

"I understand, Your Excellency. I will send the information to you personally within three days."

"Very good! You made a wise choice. You can go back to see Duke Angus. He has arranged a reception dinner. You two have a good time today. Take a rest. Don't worry, little Edwards. You will have more time in the future. It’s growing, isn’t it?”

"You are right, Your Excellency! The club will get better and better under your leadership!"

"hehe."

Allen laughed, put the cigarette butt in little Edwards' hand, raised his chin slightly, indicating that he could get out of the car.

"Then please go slowly, Your Excellency, I will go down first."

Little Edwards carefully dragged the ashes and cigarette butts from his right hand to say goodbye.

"Um."

The Greater Manchester area is very close to the border on the northeast side of Wales. When the convoy returned, it did not turn directly into Wales. Instead, it went all the way south and took the main road towards Birmingham.

This main road is much smoother than the small roads in Wales. Although it will take some detours, the overall time is faster than taking the small roads in Wales.

As soon as the convoy entered the suburbs of Birmingham, the phone rang in the car.

This kind of old-fashioned mobile phone has basically no signal in the wild as long as it goes out of the urban area, and it can only be used barely when around the city.

The servant sitting in the passenger seat answered the phone, nodded a few times, and whispered to the driver to slow down before quietly waking up Allen who was taking a nap in the back seat.

"Master! Master, wake up and look for your phone number!"

"Who is it?"

Allen yawned. It went smoothly today when he went out to do errands. He couldn't help but take a nap on the way back.

"Well, the signal is not very good, it seems to be stuck."

"Well, give it to me."

Alan takes over Big Brother.

This thing is a bit heavy to hold, like holding a 500 ml bottle of Coke. The long antenna is stretched out for better signal.

"I'm Allen, who are you?"

"Sir, Sir Allen, I am Cappe."

"Who? Louder."

"Capel! Your Excellency, I am Capel!"

"Oh oh oh, I'm on the road now and the signal is not good. Is there anything wrong with Sir Capel?"

Allen's tone slowed down when he heard it was Capel.

"Your Highness, please come here."

"oh?"

Allen looked at the sky outside. It was already evening. What was Charles doing with him at this hour?

"Now? Where is Your Highness?"

"Highgrove Manor, His Highness is waiting for you here."

"Okay, the signal is not good, I won't say more, I am now"

Allen glanced at the servant.

"Master, we have arrived in Birmingham."

The servant was very clever. As soon as Allen looked at him, he took the initiative to tell Allen the current location of the convoy.

Allen nodded and said into the microphone: "I am still on the road in Birmingham. It will take some time to get there. Sir, please tell His Highness!"

"Okay, I understand, Sir!"

After hanging up the phone and handing the phone to the servant again, Allen didn't want to continue sleeping anymore. He pressed down the window glass, blew in the night breeze, and lit a cigarette.

After thinking about my arrangements for today, I feel like I missed nothing.

Winning over Duke Angus is just a casual move.

But the phone call just now suddenly brought a little inspiration to Allen.

It is well known that only nobles can participate in the British House of Lords.

But what kind of nobles can participate?

This is a bit particular.

People like Allen can't participate now.

It’s not that he’s not qualified, it’s that Allen is not up to the age limit!

According to the provisions of the law, all sitting nobles, from knights to dukes, will automatically qualify as members of the House of Lords as long as they are 21 years old or above.

And with this qualification, it is also necessary to select representative aristocratic members from each region, so that they can go to meetings to make suggestions!

As for any suggestions, you can talk about any messy things anyway. As long as you are thick-skinned, even if your family dog ​​is lost, you can talk about it. By the way, you can read a book about the inefficiency of the local police station. some type of.

This congressman does not receive a salary, but he does receive a subsidy of one hundred and ten pounds a day, which even noble gentlemen do not like.

In the past, Allen's father rarely went to meetings, mainly because it was too troublesome to go to London every time. He was a rough guy and didn't know what to say in the past. After a few meetings like this, the old man didn't want to go.

But Allen is different. He just suddenly thought that he is not old enough to make any remarks yet, but he can find a spokesperson!

The Duke of Angus is very suitable, with high status and qualifications.

No matter how good he is now, if a Duke really makes some suggestions in the parliament, everyone must pay attention to it even if he is just pretending.

Some time ago, because of the big-mouthed question raised by the idiot American Oprah reporter, there are still people discussing the news about the abolition of the royal family.

Allen suddenly thought that the recent popularity of the princess's charity auction was so high that he was a little itchy and prepared to flatter her from a distance.

The princess is already so poor, and she has to auction off her clothes and accessories for charity.

Isn't this a good opportunity to flatter?