Alan couldn't remember what it was exactly, but it was very embarrassing.

It is said that...

It is said that an American judge said he obviously did not have a high IQ and did not look like someone who would commit a crime, and then acquitted him.

It ended in such a disgraceful way.

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

A British duke was actually arrested for committing a crime in the United States.

It’s embarrassing enough just to think about it.

If it were Master Allen, would any of the American police dare to touch him?

And this man is a duke!

In some small European countries, he is almost as noble as a king, or even more honorable than a king.

Now he has made it like this.

If his father hadn't lent him money before, Alan wouldn't have bothered to help him.

After commander old Carl used his connections and showed his reputation to release this person, Angus should return to England today and visit Alan as soon as he is settled.

right……

A duke took the initiative to visit an earl.

It's a visit, not a meeting.

The Duke of Angus is in such a humble situation now.

…

Around three or four in the afternoon, a very flashy white, gold-rimmed stretched Lincoln slowly drove into the Hill estate.

The Duke of Angus, 49 years old this year, is very stocky, with a big beer belly, and a weird tight suit with sparkling sequins on it, which looks flashy, and the hairspray in his hair is so shiny that it reflects light.

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

When Angus got out of the car, he saw Hut and laughed, "Hut! Nice to see you again, hahahaha. I heard you were promoted to knight? Congratulations. Where's brother Alan?"

Hut looked at the fat duke in front of him. Although he was fat, he walked with a strong body. He walked up to him in three or two steps, stretched out his thick little fat hand, took his hand and shook it repeatedly, looking very familiar.

Especially the name he addressed me - Brother Alan?

When this guy was called the old earl before, I think he was also called Brother Kano, right?

This is a brotherly relationship between the Earl and his son...

…

"Uh... Respected 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, so I couldn't come down to greet you in person. It's really..."

The Duke of Great Britain, those with royal blood can be addressed as Your Highness, those without can also be addressed as Your Excellency, and those who are slightly more licentious can also use "elegant", "respectful", "great", it's up to you.

Before Huth finished his polite words, the Duke of Angus waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "What do you mean by welcome? I heard in America that Brother Alan accompanied His Highness to visit Spain some time ago, right? His photos are now circulating, and it is said that he has fascinated the Spanish princess so much, right?"

Seeing Angus shaking his head and looking gossipy, Hut felt powerless to complain. This...

You really don't consider yourself an outsider. How can you ask the housekeeper directly about the master's privacy? What's more, it's just gossip of this kind.

Is the young master so famous now?

Has it spread to the United States?

"Uh... Your Excellency, you can ask the young master in person. I don't know these things, Your Excellency..."

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

When the Duke of Angus found that he could not find out any gossip, he turned around and walked towards the manor hall as if he was returning to his own home.

He had been here several times before and was very familiar with it!

"Sir! Sir, please wait for me, I will take you there, the young master is in the study!"

Huth trotted after the duke, who seemed to be hopping as he walked.

…

"Hahaha, brother Alan! We meet again!"

Alan was so shocked by this name that he was shocked.

He stood up in a daze and looked at Angus who was running towards him with thumping feet on the floor, then grabbed him and strangled him hard.

"Huth, please go out first. Brother Allen and I are going to have a private conversation, and you can't listen!"

Angus put his left arm around Alan's shoulders and waved at Hutt.

Hut looked at Angus, then at Allen, and when he saw Allen nod slightly, he bowed, turned around and walked out without saying a word, closing the door.

…

When Hut left the study, Angus suddenly changed his tone and said, "Hey! Brother, thank you for saving me this time."

The Duke of Angus took a breath, sat down on the chair opposite Alan's desk, glanced around the desk, picked up Alan's teacup with his butt sticking out, drank all the tea in the cup in one gulp, took a long breath, put down the teacup with a "pop", and then looked at Alan with a "deep affection" on his face.

"???"

Alan hadn't said a word since he entered the door, but he finally understood the rumors about this person with a very good temper.

Aren't you welcome anywhere?

I am already quite rude, and this guy has no manners at all.

"Uh... Angus, no need to say polite words. Seeing that you are in trouble in the United States, I think no matter who knows, they will definitely take action, not to mention... you and I..."

Alan wanted to say that you have a good relationship with my father, but...

The names were so confusing that he didn't know what to say. Alan, who had always been calm in front of others, felt for the first time that he was being tricked.

"Hahaha! There's an old saying in the East that a friend in need is a friend indeed! I finally got it. Whoever said it would take action if they knew it?! Do you know how many calls I made?! No one cared about me! It was you, the butler you arranged to help me! It was you, Alan!"

Angus pointed at Alan with his chubby finger, emphasizing what happened this time.

"In order to repay you, I decided to share my good projects with you. Are you interested?"

One second he was expressing gratitude, and the next second he was talking about the project.

…

When Alan heard this guy talking about the project, he instantly felt a chill running up from his tailbone to his scalp.

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

They are known as the two "good men" in the British aristocracy.

He made money widely but never took any of it for himself. When he, the Duke of Angus, first ascended to the throne, his family still had some floating wealth. Now, after several years of financial operations, it is almost bankrupt.

And Alan had just helped his father pay off his debts not long ago, and now this guy came out and said he wanted to take him to invest.

Invest in your uncle!

If you throw money into the water, you can hear a sound, but if you follow this person’s investment, you won’t even hear a sound.

In the past two years, Alan has never heard that the Duke of Angus has made even a single profitable investment; all he has lost is money!

But this guy doesn't have a bad heart. He really wants to make money. He just has a bad vision and is always cheated.

Moreover, he never learns his lesson every time he is cheated, just like the kind-hearted duck in the drama.

No matter how many times he was defeated, he never gave up.

…

"Uh... Angus, you can decide on your own investment project. I appreciate your kindness."

"Oh? Brother Alan, do you have any good projects? Is it stocks? Did you inherit Kano's talent? Take me with you!"

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

It is true that God is jealous of talented people. Kano had a car accident. If Kano had not had the car accident, the two brothers would have become billionaires by now, right?

Looking at Allen in front of him, if Allen inherited the talents of the Kano brothers and could make some progress in the stock market, he wouldn't mind following Allen.

…

“…”

Speaking of the old earl's talent in the stock market, Alan was overwhelmed. Is losing money also a talent?

If losing money every time you buy stocks can be considered a talent, then the old earl can barely be considered gifted.

But Alan has no interest in the stock market at all. He has a psychological trauma about it.

The source of this psychological shadow is the old earl. If he hadn't insisted on investing a large sum of money in the stock market, Alan wouldn't have to work three or four hours a day and work so hard to find ways to make money.

Sitting back in the chair, Alan pondered for a moment, not wanting to get involved in business with Angus. Money... would come slowly if earned, there was no need to give it away!

"By the way, Angus, do you have any connection with the football club there?"

Alan forced himself to change the subject, not wanting to talk about investment. Looking at the Duke of Angus, he suddenly thought of their hometown - Manchester.

The title of this duke is Duke of Manchester - Angus!

…

"Football team? What's so fun about that? You're just a sissy. Alan, are you interested in sports too?"

"???"

Why does this guy always look like he knows a lot about whatever we talk about?

"I'm more interested in Manchester United."

“Tsk…”

Angus tilted his head and took a closer look at Alan. He had seen him before when he was a child. Now, after a closer look, he found that he was much more handsome than that guy Kano. He might look more like Kano's wife. Kano's eldest son looked like him.

"Alan...you can't touch them. They are a workers' football team. Even if you are really interested, you should watch Manchester City, right?"

“…”

Fuck, I knew it.

Speaking of this, Alan had a headache. Buying a football team for fun was his established plan. In the UK, what else could one do besides football?

Do you want to gamble?

But if you want to play football, you must buy Manchester United these days. If you buy this thing, you will make a lot of money in the future.

But success and failure are both due to the aristocracy.

Manchester United's origins are not very good. It was founded by a group of railway workers.

And their color is red!

This puts some restrictions on Allen.

It's okay in other places, but in Britain, this is a class conflict and he dare not do anything rash. He only remembered it when he saw Angus by chance today. He didn't expect that this shame of British aristocracy was very careless in other aspects, but still very sensitive on class issues.

…

The red of Manchester United and the red cloak of aristocratic dresses are the same color, but their meanings are different!

The red cloak behind the noble means bravery, blood, etc.

But Manchester United’s red, although it has a bit of this meaning, theirs is a revolution!

It’s a bunch of working class people who want to stain their blood red… and guess whose blood they want to use?

Isn't it the blood of a noble lord? !

This thing... is taboo for many people.

But, this is a new era, Alan wondered if he could do it quietly, but he didn't expect that even someone as unreliable as Angus thought it was impossible.

…

"If I buy Manchester City, they won't be happy either. I just bought it for fun because Manchester United's performance has not been good recently. As for the others, what era is that now?"

"This...if you are really interested in them, I can ask them for you. Let's do it another day. I'll ask their person in charge to meet you and you can ask them in person."

Angus seemed a little impatient and looked down on Manchester United. He waved his hand and concluded the matter.

Seeing Alan's thoughtful expression, Angus smiled and said, "Brother Alan, I suggest you come to the United States and invest in an ice hockey team. It's much more exciting than playing football! You know, I brought in several veterans from the Marine Corps and formed an ice hockey team. That scene was always bloody! Hahaha, those Americans were scared silly!"

…

"What the hell? Must I see blood every time?"

Is it so exciting for Americans to play?

Allen, who has never played ice hockey, seems to have the only impression that a group of people, fully armed, are fighting for a discus. Those with poor eyesight can't even see where the discus flies. What's so fun about this?

"You don't know this, right? It's ice hockey! If you don't agree, you can just fight! Don't be afraid if you're not good at playing, as long as you can beat your opponent, that's fine. Otherwise, why would I recruit people from the Marine Corps?!"

Angus looked at Alan with disdain, as he stayed in Britain all day, never went out, and seemed to have never seen the world.

"Fighting directly on the court?"

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

…

Alan raised his eyebrows. He was indeed a little tempted by what Angus said. In football, if a player makes a slightly dangerous move, he will get a red card and be sent off. There are only a few fights in a season. There are more fights between fans, but Alan can't see that.

But if ice hockey is so exciting, Allen is also prepared to follow Angus's model, fleece the navy, pull a few capable players over, buy an empty shell of a team, and go fight the Yankees. It's interesting to think about it.

"Angus! I underestimated you. I'm very interested in ice hockey. Please introduce it to me someday. I'm also planning to invest in an ice hockey team!"

"Hahaha! That's right. Why play football? It's more fun to fight the Americans."

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

"Hmph... all right."

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

…

The Duke of Angus did not consider himself an outsider at all. He ate and drank for free for two days at Allen's place, and then reluctantly got into his beloved extended Lincoln and left.

Looking at this flashy car, Allen frowned: "Hutt... isn't he almost bankrupt? Where does he get so much money?"

"Master... have you forgotten? Sir Angus, he mortgaged all of his family's ancestral property."

"???"

Holy shit…

This is a ruthless person. He will drink while he can and forget about it after spending all the money. It is quite a strange thing for a family to have prodigal sons continuously and not spend all their money after hundreds of years.

"Finally I've sent this guy away. Get ready. I can finally go filming!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the white extended Lincoln shifted into reverse gear and slowly moved back.

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