England 1986

Chapter 113 The Shame of the British Nobility

Alan can't remember exactly what happened, it's embarrassing anyway.

It is said
It is said that the American judge said that he was obviously not intelligent enough, and he did not look like he would commit a crime, and then acquitted him.

It ended in such a disgraceful way.

When Allen heard what Old Carl said, he was dumbfounded.

A British duke would be arrested for committing crimes in the United States.

It's embarrassing enough to think about it.

If it were him, Mr. Allen, who would dare to touch him among the policemen in the United States?
And this one is a duke!
In some small European countries, the king is already almost, even more honorable than the king.

Now he made it like this.

If it wasn't for the fact that his father had lent him money before, Alan wouldn't bother to help him.

Commanding old Carl to go out and make a name for himself, after this person is released, it should be Angus who returns to England today, and after he settles down, he will visit Allen immediately.

right.
A duke offered to visit a count.

It's a visit, not a meeting.

This Duke of Angus is so humble now.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, near four o'clock, a very flamboyant white and gold-rimmed stretched Lincoln slowly drove into the Hill's manor.

The Duke of Angus, 49 years old this year, is very muscular, with a big beer belly, a strange tight suit with sequins on the suit, which looks gaudy, and his hair is glued. Reflected.

This man was more of a movie star than a duke.

When Angus got out of the car, he saw Huth laughing and said, "Huth! We meet again, hahahaha, I heard that you have been promoted to knighthood? Congratulations, where is Brother Allen?"

Huth looked at the fat duke in front of him, although he was fat, but he was walking in front of him with a vigorous posture. He stretched out his thick chubby hand, took the initiative to grab his hand and shook it, Looks familiar.

Especially the title in his mouth-brother Allen?

When this old earl used to be called, he seemed to be called Brother Kano, right?
This is the brother of the Earl and his son.
"Eh, respected His Excellency the Duke of Angus, it's a pleasure to meet you. The young master is working in the study. You didn't tell me the specific time before you came. I couldn't come down to greet you in person. Really."

The Duke of Great Britain, those with royal blood can be called His Royal Highness, those without it can also be called Your Excellency, and those with a little bit of licking can be called elegant, respectful, great, whatever you want.

Before Huth finished his polite words, the Duke of Angus waved his hand and said indifferently: "Welcome what? I heard about it in the United States. Brother Allen went to Spain to visit with His Royal Highness a while ago, right? ? His photos have been circulated now, and it is said that he is so fascinated by the Spanish princess? Isn’t it?”

Seeing Angus shaking his head and gossiping face, Hu Te was a little powerless to complain, which also
I really don't treat myself as an outsider, how can I ask the housekeeper to directly inquire about the owner's privacy, besides, it's still this kind of lace news.

Is the young master so famous now?
Has it all made it to America?

"Well, sir, you can ask the young master yourself, I don't know these things, sir."

"That's fine! Where is Brother Allen? I'll go find him."

The Duke of Angus saw that he couldn't find any gossip, so he turned around and walked towards the hall of the manor, as if returning to his own home.

He has been here several times before, and he is very familiar with it!
"Your Excellency! Your Excellency, wait for me, I will take you there, the young master is in the study!"

Hoot trotted behind the duke, who seemed to be hopping around.

"Hahaha, Brother Allen! We meet again!"

Allen was shocked by this man who called Lei.

Standing up, he watched Angus thud-thumpingly running over on the floor in a daze, hugged himself and strangled him severely.

"Hut, you go out first, I have something to say to brother Alan, you can't listen!"

Angus put his left arm around Allen's shoulder and waved towards Huth.

Hut glanced at Angus, then at Allen, saw Allen nodded slightly, then bent down to salute, turned around without saying a word, closed the door and left.

When Hu Te came out of the study, Angus changed his style and said, "Hey! Brother, thank you for saving me this time."

The Duke of Angus took a breath, sat down on the chair across from Alan's desk, glanced around the desk, picked up Alan's teacup with his buttocks pouted, and stuffed the tea in the cup with a long sip. He breathed a sigh of relief, put down the teacup with a "snap", and then looked at Alan with a "affectionate" expression.

"???"

From the time he entered the door until now, Alan didn't say a word, but he finally knew what was going on with the rumored man who had a good temper.

This is nowhere to be seen?

I am already not polite enough, and this guy has no etiquette at all.

"Uh Angus, I don't need to say more polite words. Seeing that you are in trouble in the United States, I think no matter who it is, as long as they know, they will take action, let alone you and me."

Allen originally wanted to say that you and my father have a good relationship, but
The titles are already messed up, he doesn't know what to say, Alan, who has always been calm in front of people, feels like he can't be corrected for the first time.

"Hahaha! There is an old saying in the East, a friend in adversity is a friend! I finally figured it out, and whoever says it will take action?! Do you know how many phone calls I have made?! No one cares about me! It's you, it's you The housekeeper you arranged to help me! It's you Alan!"

Angus' chubby pointed at Allen, emphasizing what happened this time.

"In order to repay you, I decided to give you my good project, are you interested?"

One second was still expressing gratitude, and the next second it was related to the project.

When Allen heard this guy talking about the project, he instantly felt a chill go up from the tailbone and straight to the scalp.

Angus' investment vision and investment philosophy are very similar to his father.

Known as the two "good men" in the British aristocratic circle.

Widely distributed financial resources, not a single leaf is attached to the body. When the Duke of Angus first succeeded to the throne, the family still had a little bit of floating wealth. Now, after several years of financial operations, it is almost bankrupt.

As for Allen, he had just helped his father pay off the debt, and now, this guy jumped out and said that he would take him to invest.

Invest in your uncle!
You can hear a sound when you throw money into the water, but you can't even hear it when you invest with this person.

In the past two years, Allen has never heard that the Duke of Angus even made a profitable investment, and it was all lost!

But he is not bad at this guy, he really wants to make money, it's just that he has a bad vision, and he is always cheated.

Moreover, he doesn't have a long memory every time he is cheated, very much like the kind duck in the play.

Repeated battles and defeats, never discouraged.

"Eh, Angus, you can handle your investment projects yourself. I appreciate your kindness."

"Oh? Brother Allen, does he have any good projects? Is it stocks? Did you inherit Kano's talent? Take me!"

Seeing Alan's refusal, Angus was not angry, but instead thought of the late old earl, his good brother Kano.

Sure enough, God is jealous of talents. Kano had a car accident. If Kano hadn't had a car accident, the two of them would have become billionaires by now, right?

Looking at Alan in front of him, if Alan inherits the talent of the Kano brothers and can do a little bit in the stock market, he doesn't mind mixing with Alan.

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Speaking of the old earl's talent in the stock market, Alan's head is getting big, and losing money is considered a talent?
If losing money every time he buys stocks is considered a talent, then the old earl can barely be considered a genius.

But Alan has no interest in the stock market at all. He has a psychological shadow on the stock market.

The source of this psychological shadow is the old earl. If he hadn't insisted on investing large sums of money in the stock market, Allen would not have to work three or four hours a day to find a way to make money so hard.

Sitting back on the chair, Alan Anan pondered, not wanting to get involved in business with Angus, money. Earning slowly will always be there, there is no need to give it away!
"By the way, do you have anything to do with Angus's football club?"

Allen forcibly changed the topic, not wanting to talk about investment, looked at the Duke of Angus, and suddenly thought of their hometown - Manchester.

The duke's title is the Duke of Manchester --- Angus!
"Football team? What's the fun in that, bitch chirping, Ellen, are you also interested in sports?"

"???"

Why are you talking about this guy with a researched look?

"I'm more interested in Manchester United."

"tsk"

Angus tilted his head and took a careful look at Alan. He had seen him when he was a child. Now that he looked carefully, he was much better-looking than that guy from Kano. His appearance might be more like that of Kano's wife, Kano's older brother. The son looks just like him.

"Alan, you can't touch them. That's the workers' football team. Even if you're really interested, you still have to watch the Manchester City team, right?"

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Fuck, I knew it.

Speaking of this, Allen has a headache. Buying a football team to play is his established plan. In the UK, what is there to do if you don’t play football?
Do you gamble?

But since he wants to play football, he must buy Manchester United these days. If he buys this thing, he will make a lot of money in the future.

But success is also aristocratic, and defeat is also noble.

Manchester United's origins are not very good, it was established by a certain railway worker.

And their color is red!

This is somewhat restrictive to Allen.

In other places, it’s okay to say that in Great Britain, it’s a class conflict, and he didn’t dare to mess around. He just happened to see Angus today and remembered it. I didn’t expect the shame of this British nobleman to be so sloppy in other respects. , but on class issues, they are still very sensitive.

The red color of Manchester United is the same as the red cape of the aristocratic dress, but the meaning is different!
The red cloak behind the nobles means bravery, blood and so on.

But Manchester United's red, although it also has this meaning, but theirs is a revolution!

It's a group of working class people who want to dye their blood red and guess whose blood they want to use?

Isn't it the blood of the noble lord? !
This thing. For many people, it is a taboo.

But, isn't it a new era now? Allen thought about whether he could do it quietly, but he didn't expect that even an unreliable person like Angus would think it was impossible.

"If I buy the Manchester City team, they will not be happy. I just bought it for fun because of the poor performance of Manchester United recently. As for the others, they are all old!"

"If you are really interested in them, I can ask for you. Another day, I will ask their person in charge to come to see you. Ask yourself."

Angus seemed a little impatient and looked down on Manchester United, so he waved his hand to finalize the matter.

Seeing Alan's pensive face, Angus smiled and said, "Brother Alan, I suggest you come to the United States to invest in an ice hockey team, which is much more exciting than playing football! You know, I'm from the Marine Corps They brought in several veterans and set up an ice hockey team, and every time there was blood in that scene! Hahaha, those Yankees were scared out of their wits!"

"What the hell? You have to see blood every time?"

Are Americans so exciting?
Alan, who has never touched ice hockey, the only impression he has of ice hockey is that a group of people are fully armed and grab a discus to play. Their eyes are so close that they can’t even see where the discus flew. What’s so interesting about it?

"You don't know this, do you? Ice hockey! If you don't accept it, you can go straight to it! Don't be afraid if you can't play the game, as long as you can defeat the opponent, why else would I recruit someone from the Marine Corps?!"

Angus looked at Alan with contempt on his face, who stayed in Daying and didn't go out all day, as if he had never seen anything in the world.

"Fight directly on the field?"

"Hmm! More interesting than football, right?!"

Allen raised his eyebrows. When Angus said this, he was indeed a little tempted. In football, if you make a slightly dangerous move, you will end up with a red card. You can't see a few fights in a season. They hit a lot, but that kind of Allen can't see it either.

But if ice hockey is so exciting, Allen is also going to learn from Angus' model, get some wool from the Navy, bring a few who can play, buy an empty shell of the team, and go to the Yankees. Think about it It's very interesting.

"Angus! I underestimated you. I'm very interested in this ice hockey. Tell me about it some other day. I'm going to invest in an ice hockey team!"

"Hahaha! That's right, what kind of football is played, it's interesting to be a Yankee."

"No, no, you have to help me with football."

"Hum, okay."

Angus looked at Allen and emphasized it again, twisted his buttocks, making the chair creak, and reluctantly agreed.

The Duke of Angus didn't regard himself as an outsider at all. He spent two days eating and drinking for free with Allen before he sat in his beloved Lincoln and left with a look of reluctance.

Looking at the ugly car, Allen frowned: "Huter, isn't he almost bankrupt? Where did he get so much money?"

"Master, you forgot? Your Excellency Angus, he mortgaged all their family property."

"???"

shit
This is a ruthless person. If you have wine today, you will be drunk today. After spending money, you will lose money. It is an anecdote that a family can continue to have prodigal sons, and they have not been defeated for hundreds of years.

"I've finally sent this one away, ready to prepare, I can finally go to filming!"

As soon as the words fell, the white lengthened Lincoln reversed and slowly backed away.

The glass window slowly lowered, revealing Angus' fat face again.

(End of this chapter)