England 1986

Chapter 160 A Trap Worth One Hundred Thousand Dollars
"can!"

Regardless of whether it is possible or not, the young master asked, and Old Carl said yes, if not, it must be possible!

"Young master, uh, do you want to wait a little longer? It hasn't been long yet."

Although he agreed happily, as a veteran of dirty work, Old Karl still dutifully reminded him.

It's only February, and the rumors have passed, but it's too late.
That's the United States, not Wales, and the director must be a little restrained.

"Don't persuade me! It has a great influence in the United States, so just trick them to do it outside! Do you want me to teach you how?"

Old Carl watched Allen staring at the creek, and said bravely: "Then what are you going to do, young master?"

His style is simple and rough. If Alan doesn't specifically explain, then Old Carl is ready to follow his own method, but Alan will occasionally quarrel with him, saying that he is too straightforward, lacks technical content, and can't keep up with the times.

This makes old Carl very sad, he is old, but he is loyal!

Allen smacked his lips, took out a cigarette from the bag on the side of the recliner, and lit a cigarette himself: "In the future, technology will become more and more developed, and there will be more and more surveillance systems like those commonly used in casinos in the future, even on the street. It is installed on the road and at the intersection!"

Hearing this statement, Old Carl frowned. This was a scene he couldn't imagine.

In Wales, once the old earl gave an order, at night, he could go to work with his people.

The most technical thing
Just cut a telephone line and pull a switch. Now society is developing too fast, and there are more and more surveillance cameras. If you don’t pay attention in the future, it’s always bad to be photographed. Pity?
"I've always told you to keep pace with the times! You're getting old, sometimes you don't have to do everything by yourself. When you go back this time, bring a few people back and let them train your subordinates!"

"Yes!"

"Also. This time, you are like this. Pick a place in Africa, use the excuse of letting them go back to their hometown to give a speech, give them some benefits, invite their whole family to travel there, and when they arrive in Africa, the rest will be easy to handle."

"Yes! I remember."

Old Carl thought, this is also a method, very technical!
And as long as people are transferred out, when they arrive in Africa, they can do whatever they want?
"The young master, the person in the book wants to"

"Don't worry!"

This time, Allen instead comforted Old Carl not to worry.

"Come one by one, from the oldest to the youngest, I want to see if these people will wake up and watch those people slowly disappear, will they be scared to death by then!"

As if thinking of something fun, Allen seemed a little excited as he spoke.

"Yes! I see."

Old Carl blinked, and sat obediently on the soft stool.

"Well, look at the fishing rod, I'll rest for a while."

"it is good!"

The cool wind is blowing, listening to the sound of the creek rushing by the creek, in this environment, there is a small stove next to it, and the body is covered with a small blanket. Sleeping is not to mention how comfortable it is, it is very artistic!
Allen has never been afraid of trouble, but likes trouble very much!

His thinking has been influenced to an extreme and aristocratic style over the years.

Every noble is not afraid of trouble, and the Hill family is the representative of this.

Don't be afraid of troubles, as long as you fight back fiercely, not only can you solve the troubles, but also deter the latecomers, saving a lot of troubles that haven't happened.

For example, the old Fox family in the past sent people to test Alan before he inherited the title, and Alan bit them hard, causing the Fox family to be ruined.

This time, he not only shocked all the local nobles in Wales, but also proved his ability. Regardless of his young age, no one would dare to despise him as long as he was ruthless.

of course
If you really encounter a problem that cannot be solved, then you can only confess and beg for mercy.

Like these black people, accusing him, slandering him, Allen came forward to clarify at that time, and then pretended that the matter was over.

Wait for the wind to pass.
Hehe, Master Allen is very vengeful. He has been wronged so much since he came to Great Britain!

In Wales, even if Master Allen's convoy passed by the village, if the village dog dared to bark, he would have his servants get out of the car to catch the dog and give it a slap!

Isn't it fun for these people to say a few words in the newspaper, jumping up and down?

Do you think that accusing a nobleman across the Atlantic Ocean can really improve yourself?

If they dare to criticize and blame themselves today, will they dare to scold themselves next time?
Do you dare to come and seize his property next time?
The wind can't last long!
One counts as one, and all of them are solved. This is Allen's way.

Not only can you vent your anger, but you can also severely intimidate these ignorant little American bastards.

If they don't have a long memory, what awaits them next time is a more ruthless method than this time.

Washington, District of Columbia, the capital of the United States of America.

The entire special zone occupies a huge area, and the southeast area is mainly a slum area.

The wealthy areas are mainly concentrated in the Northwest District.

Hall drives his beloved burgundy Cadillac Seville.

This car is the most classic model of Cadillac in the 80s. In the face of serious homogenization of cars, Cadillac took the lead in launching it, referring to the design of European aristocratic ladies' skirts.

Seville's trunk is not ordinary with a radian, but a slanted downward section, which looks full of personality. In the words of professional car critics, this model of Seville is full of European nobles breath.

of course
This kind of thinking only exists in the cognition of Americans. This so-called aristocratic atmosphere is a very standard American conjecture. It all depends on their self-righteous conjectures. What aristocratic atmosphere.

On the contrary, I find it extremely ugly.

At the end of February, there was already a breath of spring in Washington, Hall lowered the window and greeted every neighbor he met on the road.

He likes the atmosphere of the community very much. Everyone is rich, maintains superficial politeness, and treats each other with respect. There is no discrimination, no chaos, only a harmonious and thriving atmosphere!

As a black man, he was able to become one of the editor-in-chiefs of the Washington Post step by step. Although Hall's achievements are not considered by outsiders, he has already left the class he should be in and has risen several classes.

This is also his purpose of buying a house in this community, to live with the upper class, and to get away from the inherent slums of those black people.

As soon as the car arrived at the door of his house, a black Ford sedan stopped in front of his house. Hall frowned and his heart tightened.

Turning the steering wheel in a circle, he parked his beloved Cadillac Seville at the door of the house. Hall quickly got out of the car and saw his wife talking to two white men at the door of the house.

"Hey gentlemen, what are you doing at my house?"

The two white men smiled at Hall as if they had just discovered Hall, and took another step back to make room for the gate. First, a shorter white man nodded slightly and said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Hall, we I came to visit you, but I didn't expect you to be off work."

"Hall! These two gentlemen have been waiting here for half an hour. I asked them to come in, but they didn't come in."

Hearing what his wife said, Hall heaved a sigh of relief. Under his inherent impression, he thought that these two people were here to trouble him.

Since they don't even enter the house and speak politely, it doesn't look like a bad person!

Wei Wei straightened her back, coughed twice and said, "What do you want from me?"

"Well, Mr. Hall, can we go in and talk?"

The small white man took out a document bag from the briefcase in his hand and handed it to Hall.

"it is good!"

Hall took the file bag, motioned to his wife with his eyes, and invited the two guests to enter.

"You mean the Côte d'Ivoire Association invited me back to give a speech?"

Hall held the document, a little puzzled.

The two white men in front of them have already shown their documents. They are members of a small black mutual aid alliance in the United States.

Don't wonder why there are white people in the Negro Mutual Aid League. In these organizations, large and small, there are white people everywhere.

The management ability and executive ability of black people are not good!

In all their organizations, there are white people participating, and they can't do anything all by themselves.

"Yes Mr. Hall, otherwise"

The little white man seemed embarrassed, and said in a low voice: "Because of your current reputation in Washington, they will give you a reward of [-] US dollars, but you will not pay until you arrive in Côte d'Ivoire."

"!"

Hall, who didn't bother to get involved with these poor relatives in West Africa, was a little moved when he heard the reward of [-] US dollars!
Although this amount of money is not too large for him, it will take several years to save up.

But with the black man's daily plan, he can't save
For him, this is a windfall, and this year's annual leave has not yet been taken.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, it is also good to take the family to travel and vacation with food and lodging included.

Since Côte d'Ivoire became independent from France in the 60s, although the economy is underdeveloped, the law and order are quite good. Although there are still wars in some areas, but generally speaking, this period is not particularly chaotic. Going there to give a speech can also give He raises his profile.

Just when he was about to agree, Hall narrowed his eyes and said, "I want to think about it."

"Ok!"

The little white man didn't try to persuade him any more. He stood up and was about to say goodbye. He paused before going out, took out his business card and handed it to Hall, saying, "Sir, if you agree, please call us back within a week. You know, This event is time-limited, and we have to invite a few more gentlemen to spare.”

The meaning inside and outside the words is very clear, there is no shortage of him, Hall, he can consider it, but the time is limited, so he has to call the other party in advance, otherwise.
They are going to be replaced.

Hall snorted heavily, and said with a half-smile, "I see!"

The plane landed at Abidjan International Airport, and it was said to be an international airport, just a nice way of saying it.

This is the largest airport in the province of Abidjan, the capital of Côte d'Ivoire.

There are only two international airports in Côte d'Ivoire, which can land large passenger planes, and there are more than a dozen other small airports.

After thinking for a few days, Hall decided to bring his family to Côte d'Ivoire for tourism and speeches.

He's not doing it for money, just for acting!
Is there anything better than pretending to be something like this in front of your poor redneck relatives in West Africa?
After getting off the plane, the other party sent several old-fashioned logo cars to pick up the plane. The person in charge of the other party was a kind-faced strong white man with slightly brown hair, who seemed to be of French descent.

"Mr. Hall, please accept our wishes."

The first thing the strong white man did when he met him was to hand the envelope in his hand to Hall.

Hall took the envelope, squeezed the envelope with his big hand, and looked into the envelope. It was a check from JPMorgan Chase Bank. There was a long string of zeros on it. Hall counted it carefully, one hundred thousand dollars, that's right!
Calmly, he stretched out two fat fingers and squeezed the check, and the feel was right.

Hall often comes into contact with these things. As long as the amount is right and the feel is right, you don’t need to look any further. The other party is very trustworthy. When it comes to Côte d’Ivoire giving money, he really gives the money as soon as he gets off the plane.

"Haha! Thank you for your hard work. I heard that there are many national parks in Côte d'Ivoire. I have heard of the name of Mount Nimba Nature Reserve in the United States!"

Hall looked knowledgeable and casually reported a few locations.

"Sir, let's meet up with the organizer first. We have to drive across the province to Aboiso, a neighboring province. Please bear with me."

"it is good!"

Hall knows this. Aboiso is a border province, close to neighboring Ghana. Due to its geographical location, the economy is not particularly developed, but as a coastal province, it has great potential. This is why the other party invited him to give a speech The purpose is to boost morale and talk about the advanced deeds of the United States.

After leaving the province of Abidjan, the convoy drove all the way to the northeast. The dirt road along the way made Hall feel very strange. There were few villages around, and he only passed one village on the way so far.

And as the road became more and more deviated, Hall gradually felt something was wrong!
Even if you go to give a speech, at least go to the city, right?
Who is going to the village?

And the largest city in Aboiso province is near the sea, and the current route of the convoy is obviously heading inland.

"Uh, did we go wrong?"

"That's right sir, we're almost there!"

Hall looked back worriedly. His wife and children were sitting in the back car. Fortunately, he could still see the back car. It seemed that he had taken a detour.

A building that looks like an abandoned factory building in the wild, with cracks in some parts of the tall walls.

The convoy filed in, five cars, and the last car stopped at the gate of the factory building.

hall get off
Looking at this dilapidated factory building, a bad premonition rose in my heart.

"This is... ah!"

Just when I was about to ask a question, there was a "click", and there was a sudden sharp pain in my calf.

Hall fell to the ground crookedly with his legs in his arms, screaming out of his mouth.

The strong Caucasian man with a gentle smile on his face when he was picking up the plane slowly withdrew his left leg. Just now he whipped his leg to Hall's calf. He was very confident in this move, and the fracture was the lightest result!

A fat black woman with two children who got out of the car behind was stunned by this scene, and the black woman rushed up screaming.

"Grab it and bring it in!"

The strong white man waved his hand as if giving an order, without even looking at them.

(End of this chapter)