British 1986

And by arresting some Koreans, London's security has improved. Isn't this the visible result?

The changes in London are what His Highness can see, and in remote places like Carmarthen, His Highness cannot go there even once in a year or two.

Sir Allen can operate at will. Those Koreans arrested by the Carmarthen police were not allowed to be flattened or rounded at his disposal.

That's Carmarthen!

The home of the Hill family!

As long as this vote is done, not only him, but also his superiors can take credit and make money!

What's more, the people arrested this time are Korean gangsters. They have no psychological pressure or external pressure from public opinion.

As for Viscount Fox, they themselves have colluded with the Koreans. When the time comes, professionals from the Security Bureau will personally arrange "criminal evidence" for them. Hughes can guarantee that these evidences are absolutely impeccable!

It is definitely enough to make their family shed their skin, and then...

Bankruptcy!

After figuring out the twists and turns, Hughes laughed and said, "Sir, thank you for providing us with the exact clues. I think I know what to do next!"

"Haha." Allen smiled, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at Hughes without speaking.

Feeling that the atmosphere in the car suddenly became cold, Hughes was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses and secretly said Damn it!

Immediately afterwards, Hughes quickly made up for it: "Your Excellency, I wonder if I can go to your manor to visit you personally in the future? I think there will be some stolen goods by then. As the provider of clues, we need you to confirm it in person. "

"Haha! Mr. Hughes, you are indeed the pillar of the empire. You are welcome to visit the Hill family manor at any time. Shitou, give Mr. Hughes my business card."

Allen's laughter was much more sincere this time.

What is stolen goods?

Sometimes, it may be an account book, a real estate procedure, or even a small note.

But sometimes, money can also be considered stolen goods, such as the pounds squeezed out of the hands of those Koreans.

And Hughes specifically stated that he would visit the earl with the "stolen items" and ask the earl to personally confirm whether the stolen items were evidence.

This meaning is very obvious, people are not forgetting to dig wells when they are ready!

This is what our British security department should look like!

Hughes caressed his heart without leaving a trace.

The man in front of him was the real nobleman. He almost forgot that Lord Allen had been talking to him for a long time, talking about plans and telling him the truth. What was he doing for?

Is he doing it for Daying?

He does it for money!

There is no benefit, why is he bothering to do it? Doing charity?

Hughes didn't know exactly how much "stolen" could be collected in this operation, but it must be at least a million pounds, right?

After making so much money, I should give a share of the profit to the gentleman in front of me!

This is the rule!

In this way, both parties have a basis for joint cooperation, and there may be opportunities for continued cooperation in the future.

Now that everything has been said, the atmosphere in the car has become lively again.

"Sir, I think that's enough for today. Thank you very much for your cooperation. It's time for me to get off the car!"

"Okay! Shitou, pull over."

Allen was not polite to him either. Even though everyone had said so much, it was only a verbal agreement and they had not made it clear on the surface.

We are all smart people. If we understand some things clearly, everyone will know it. I, Daying, like to be subtle and don't like to be straightforward!

After Hughes got out of the car, he held his briefcase in his left hand and quickly ran to the right rear side of the Bentley. Although he was separated by the window glass, he still had to follow the proper etiquette!

He actually hates getting along with nobles. This group pays great attention to this kind of etiquette. If someone doesn't do it well and is pointed at the nose and criticized, he has to consider himself unlucky.

"Your Excellency, walk slowly!"

Hughes put his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

"呲"

With a slight rubbing sound, the rear window slowly lowered, and Allen's unusually handsome and slightly indifferent face appeared in front of Hughes.

"If you need to contact Carmarthen Police, you can go to Officer Rex and he will cooperate with you."

"I understand! Please forgive me, Your Excellency."

Hughes, who had just raised his head, quickly lowered his head again and saluted.

After saying these words, as the car window closed again, the Bentley started slowly and drove away.

"call"

Turning his head to look at Bentley who was slowly disappearing from sight, Hughes exhaled and straightened up slowly.

The last words of His Excellency just now also confirmed his guess. Carmarthen is such a beautiful place.

But this has nothing to do with him, he just needs to do what he should do.

"Dudu!"

The sound of horns and brakes brought Hughes back to his senses. He looked at the car that had just stopped in front of him, smiled slightly, and opened the back seat door.

"Hey Hughes, why did you come down so quickly? Is that gentleman difficult to get along with?"

"No, no, it's very easy to get along with, Jack. We have a big job this time! A very big job."

As Hughes spoke, he subconsciously touched the collar of his shirt and smiled.

"Master! We're home!"

Xiao Shitou looked at the gate of the manor that was just around the corner and the two neat rows of people outside the door. He braked lightly before waking up his young master.

"Well?"

I don’t know if it was a mental illusion. When I went there, I slept in the car on the way and felt sore all over. But after I slept on the way back, nothing happened when I woke up, and I was even a little excited.

Finally arrived home!

Looking out through the car window, near the entrance of the manor near the roadside, a huge wooden skull was painted with an orange background, and the lower part was fixed on a thick iron rod and inserted into the roadside, like a large mailbox.

There were some colorful candies in the skull's open mouth.

After frowning slightly, Allen remembered that this thing should be the special version of the "Pumpkin Sugar Box" at home, right?

"Stone. Is it Halloween?"

"Yes, young master, today is October 31st!"

"Um!"

"Welcome home, His Majesty the Earl of Carmarthen!"

Bentley stopped at the gate of the manor. Butler Hu Te was wearing a very formal black evening dress and a beautifully trimmed mustache. He stood at the gate of the manor with a smile on his face and stopped the car, and opened the door for Allen himself.

There are two queues on both sides of the door.

On the left is the male servant and on the right is the maid.

Ah.

Is there a sense of ceremony for the new owner to officially enter the home?

Very well done.

Allen, who had just gotten out of the car, stamped his feet, straightened his shirt with both hands, and glanced around the two rows of servants before finally focusing on Butler Hut.

"Well done, thank you Hu Te!"

"Master! From today on, you will officially become the new master of the Hill family. This is what I should do. Did your interview go well today?"

Allen nodded, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked at the wrought iron gate in front of him. Standing here so formally today, the manor that he used to dislike slightly now seemed inexplicably pleasing to the eye!

The voices of men and women intertwined, although it was not neat, but as Allen moved forward, the queues of servants on both sides shouted rehearsed slogans.

"Welcome home, His Excellency the Earl of Carmarthen!"

October 31, 1986, evening.

All Hallows' Eve is the Ghost Festival in the West.

After more than a month, the Hill family's manor welcomed their new owner--Alan Hill.

The first volume is completed, and the next volume officially begins to revive the family business.

I don’t know the rhythm of this volume. What do you guys think?

Is the pace slow?

I can't write a story that's full of conflict right from the start and that's too fast-paced.

This book just wants to be steady and eloquent.

This is my first time writing about a Western subject, so as long as it is not a direct personal attack, I will read other opinions.

Please bear with me.