It seems that there is no such term as "green tea bitch" yet.

What can I say about the way Allen plays?

Somewhat gentlemanly, but immoral.

He didn't have the nerve to tell Princess Christina directly that the two of them were not suitable, but the meaning of incompatibility was expressed between the lines.

Finally, Alan told Princess Christina that she was a good person and that they could be friends first and talk again when they had time.

Princess Christina actually believed it. Even when the hotel manager reported to her that Mr. Alan was meeting with his friends at night, Princess Christina didn't care. Instead, she thought that with Alan's charm, it was reasonable for him to have several admirers.

So what about Sylvie Guillem? She's just a ballerina.

Her father has hundreds of admirers, Princess Christina has seen a lot!

Charles was not only angry at Allen's behavior, but also at Christina's thoughts.

He had few resources in the domestic aristocratic circle, and he finally found a woman of the same age as Allen in the foreign aristocratic circle, but in the end, it turned out like this? !

He was having a secret meeting with another woman in the hotel right in front of you, and Christina wasn't angry? !

…

Seeing that Alan sincerely recognized his mistakes, Charles thought about it and couldn't bear to continue scolding him.

He has no father, and he was not trained as an heir when he was a child.

Plus, he's still young, so it's acceptable for him to be a little more casual and playful.

"Well... don't always think about playing, do something serious!"

"I understand, Your Highness."

Alan sat obediently with his hands on his knees, in a very standard posture.

He didn't even want to respond to the funny look Diana gave him.

"Okay, get out!"

"yes!"

The boss spoke, and Alan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had gotten away with it again this time. He unbuckled his seat belt, bent over and saluted Charles and Diana, then turned around and carefully opened the small door of the private room.

As soon as they left the private room and came to the middle of the cabin, Alan straightened his back again. He was furious. What the hell, just think that someone in the hotel actually reported him!

And he remembered what Charles said a few days ago, that someone actually came to him to complain, he really hadn't shown up for a while. Someone down there got bold enough to report him!

He glanced around, trying to see if there was anyone on the plane who he disliked and wanted to bully to vent his anger, but no one dared to look him in the eye.

Hold!

…

"Master! You've worked hard, welcome back."

Every time Allen came back from a long trip, Hut would pick him up personally. This time was no exception. As soon as he got off the plane, Allen received a notice that Charles told him that he didn't need to follow the main group and could leave on his own.

As soon as he saw Huth, Allen finally felt like he was home.

"Let's go! Go back quickly."

After sitting in the back seat and waiting for the car to leave the airport, Alan patted the co-pilot and explained to Huth first, saying casually: "Go check who complained to Your Highness a few days ago about my hunting in the national park. It seems to be their person in charge. Find a few people and get rid of him, damn it!"

Hut straightened up. This was the first time he had heard of this. In Wales, someone actually dared to report the young master?

And he even went to His Highness to tell tales?!

This kind of traitor, a cancer that affects regional unity, must be eliminated from the team!

"Okay, Master. I got it. I'll do it as soon as I get back!"

"Um...Is Patrice back? How are the arrangements over there?"

"Well...I think I saw him yesterday, but I didn't have time to ask."

"good!"

Alan arranged the first thing and began to close his eyes and rest.

We’ll talk about the rest when we get home.

…

After returning home and taking a good bath, Alan returned to the study and picked up the letter paper.

This is his work report. When others go on business trips with the Crown Prince, they have to hand in their work reports, but when it comes to him...

Alan is not going to write it anymore. Anyway, Charles' original words were to tell him to get lost. Now that I've gotten lost, why should I hand in a work report?

But...Princess Christina had to be consistent and maintain her image. She could have just made a phone call to say she was home safe.

But once this call was made, Alan was afraid that the princess would call him frequently in the future.

So after thinking for a long time, Alan used his ultimate skill and wrote a letter. It took several days to go back and forth, which seemed both classic and formal.

…

I was lying on the table writing a letter when there was a knock on the study door. Alan answered and Patrice poked her head in.

"Master...the people from the islands are very interested in our project, and they want to visit you."

Patrice said quietly, sitting across from the desk.

"So soon? What did you say?"

Alan put down his pen and looked at Patrice in surprise. This old guy always managed to surprise him.

He is truly my Huang Zhong. Although Patrice is old, he is still very capable!

"Haha, Master, this time I went there, I gave them a videotape and let them watch the movie you made. I also gave them a little hint about your plans to work in the film industry in the future, and they took the bait."

Allen's videotapes are sold throughout the Commonwealth. Whether they sell well or not is another matter, but he sells in many places!

Compared with the entire America, the advantage seems even greater and looks very intimidating.

And his identity is here. He is a legitimate hereditary earl. There are also nobles on the island country.

This model made the people of the islands feel extremely familiar and they became interested instantly.

There aren't many opportunities to come into contact with nobles, let alone in areas that overlap with their plans.

The team leader has already followed Patrice to Wales this time, and is waiting for Patrice to help them seek an audience with the Earl, and then come to meet Alan in person.

…

"Oh? Have they arrived?"

"Yes, sir. I have arranged for them to stay in Cardiff first. What do you think we should do next?"

"Let me think about it."

Picking up the pen on the table, Alan tapped the table occasionally.

Now that people have taken the bait, there is no need to rush.

Walking the dog...

He is very skilled in this move, but he still has to show off.

"I... just came back from Spain. I'm busy with state affairs and don't have time to see them. Let's leave them alone for now."

"???"

Patrice almost fell down when he heard the words "busy with state affairs" from the young master's mouth. He began to doubt his life.

"What are you looking at?" Allen looked at Patrice's eyes, tapped the letter in front of him with a pen and said, "See? The first thing I did when I came back was to write a letter to the Spanish princess. Can you understand how hard I've worked? Her Highness has high hopes for me, and I can't let her down!"

“…”

"Yes! Master, you have worked hard. The empire cannot do without you."

Patrice quickly bit the bullet and joined in the praise.

"Alright, leave them alone for a few days. Send someone to take them out to play here. As for the rest, quickly follow up on the crew's situation and make arrangements!"

"Yes! Then I'll go down first."

"Um."

…

After a good sleep, Alan woke up naturally. In his pajamas, he sat cross-legged on the dining table and ate the breakfast that York had newly developed for his taste.

After Alan put down the fork in his hand, Hutt sat down gently on the chair next to him and handed Alan a plan.

"What's this?"

"Master, the traitor has been found."

A small population has its advantages. The entire Welsh region has a total population of less than three million.

The overall size is not as large as a small third or fourth tier city.

In such a situation, if one wanted to find a mole, and it was an emergency situation personally instructed by His Excellency the Count, many people worked overtime and got it done in just one night. Early the next morning, such information was presented to His Excellency the Count.

"Oh? Haha, that's pretty efficient."

Alan praised him and didn't take the information. He was not interested in who reported him. What he was interested in was his final outcome!

"How is the plan arranged?"

"Master, we have rules. For this kind of person, we first provide him with comprehensive evidence of bribery. We can provide a complete chain of evidence from top to bottom. According to the process, his children will also be bullied on campus. Councilman Chris has also arranged professionals to seduce his wife. I guarantee that his family will be broken up and he will never have peace!"

"!"

Alan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Huth, who had a serious face.

From top to bottom, the coordination is so close and seems very skilled. It seems that my dad has done this kind of thing many times before.

This left him with nothing to find fault with.

Taking bribes - career is over.

School bullying - children are left with psychological trauma.

My wife was seduced - she's cuckolded.

All-round strike, very good and professional.

"Then... let's arrange it!"

Alan was not at all soft-hearted towards this kind of traitor. Did he think about today when he reported it?

If you have the guts to file a complaint, you have to think about the consequences.

…

It was not until the end of July, after a week of rest at home, that Allen formally met with the Sony Pictures project acquisition team from the island country in the reception room on the first floor of the manor.

On the main front wall of the reception room hangs a high-definition enlarged oil painting of Allen riding a horse with a gun on his back, hunting behind Charles.

The heroic figures of the Crown Prince and the Earl are clearly visible, with the princess and the prince in the distance. The scenery of the national park behind them is also depicted in a grand manner.

Alan sat on the sofa in the main seat, looking at a short and fat middle-aged man, about 1.6 meters tall, who was accompanied by four middle-aged men of similar height to him, bending down and bowing to him.

The middle-aged man in the front looks a bit like - Colonel.

Alan had an impression of him; Patrice had introduced him to him, and his name seemed to be Tanaka or something.

He held a long wooden box in both hands.

Hut took the gift and placed it on the coffee table next to Alan.

I opened the box and found a samurai sword inside that looked a little old and simple.

Like an antique.

"Master... this is one of their famous swords. I don't know how to translate its name."

"Haha, thank you Mr. Tanaka for the gift, I like it very much."

Alan didn't care about this. He grabbed the samurai sword, held the handle with his right hand, fixed the scabbard with his left hand, and pulled out the entire blade with a swish.

After taking a good look at the sword from top to bottom, I found that the blade of the sword, which looked inconspicuous, was shining coldly and was in good condition.

I flicked my wrist twice and it felt a little light.

…

Tanaka Kubo carefully straightened up and looked at Alan, who seemed very happy to receive the gift. He took two steps forward and said with a smile, "I'm glad that Your Excellency likes it. I heard that your family is very brave. I'm sure you will like such a gift."

Alan frowned at the accent of the person in front of him.

Although this guy spoke English, he could only understand a few words intermittently, and the rest...

It was like he was eating something in his mouth, and I couldn't understand a word of what he was saying.

…

"Bang!"

The tip of the knife was instantly placed on Tanaka Kubo's neck.

Alan's sudden move made his hair stand on end.

He couldn't understand what this gentleman meant, and the coldness of the blade gave him goose bumps on his neck.

"Your Excellency... Your Excellency..."

Tanaka Kubo's voice was a little trembling.

"Speak nicely. I heard that your knife is the first time the new owner gets it. He wants to sharpen it? It's better to use a living person? I see that you are a little itchy. If you don't speak nicely, I will chop you off!"

…

Tanaka Kubo swallowed, moved slightly to the side, stuck his butt out and bowed again.

Alan couldn't hear clearly what he said, but he could hear clearly what Alan said!

It turned out that this gentleman disliked his accent.

It was such a small thing, but I almost got chopped to death!

The British nobleman, the Earl in front of him, is indeed brave!

Tanaka Kubo not only did not feel resentment, but was very awed by him. This was more like a noble than he had imagined!

…

"sit!"

Alan looked at the frightened dwarf in front of him, nodded with satisfaction, moved his right wrist, made a sword flower, put the samurai sword back into the scabbard, and threw it into the gift box. Then he pointed to the sofa next to him and said to Tanaka to sit down.

As for the people accompanying Tanaka Kubo, Alan was too lazy to look at them. They were not qualified to sit here.

Huth smiled and directed the servant to place tea on the coffee table between the sofas of Alan and Tanaka, then stood quietly at the door with his hands in front of him.

Patrice moved a small chair and sat behind Alan's sofa, acting as a temporary translator. He had come into contact with many foreigners and could understand the messy accents from all over the world.

"Master, Mr. Tanaka sincerely apologizes to you for his disrespect just now. He said that when he returns, he will prepare another valuable gift to apologize to you again to show his sincerity."

"Well, stop talking nonsense and let him get down to business!"

Alan crossed his legs, very satisfied with the performance of Mr. Tanaka from the acquisition team.

Look at the Japanese people, they are more sensible.

After being frightened, he actually apologized and gave gifts. What a fat sheep!

So professional!

…

Kubo Tanaka secretly looked at Alan again. Sony wanted to acquire the film and television company, one for publicity, and the other to make it easier for their products to enter the European and American markets.

but……

Compared to the American market, the entire Commonwealth market looks bigger and more high-end!

And seeing His Excellency the Earl today, he is indeed majestic, heroic, and powerful, which is overwhelming and awe-inspiring.