With his eyes narrowed, Alan patted Angus' shoulders with both hands. He held Angus' shoulders with his two big hands and pressed his thumbs down hard.
Angus's face turned red instantly, but he was also very tough and didn't say a word.
Seeing his performance, Alan secretly exerted force with his thumb, rubbing Angus's tendons back and forth on his collarbone with his thumb.
This pain is much more stimulating than the simple pressing just now.
"hiss……"
"Fuck, you little brat, hiss..."
"Um?"
Alan didn't get angry. He just lowered his head and stared at Angus who looked in pain.
Even though Angus was just a little rude in his words, Alan was still prepared to teach him a lesson.
If we are all out there, we must know the priorities, otherwise he will become arrogant and disobedient in the future.
…
"I give in, I give in. I'll help you. Just tell me what you want me to do!"
"Why are you in such a hurry? Let's solve the problem here first. I'll tell you about the rest when I think about it!"
Alan let go of his hand and looked at Angus who was breathing heavily. He straightened his collar with satisfaction and reached out to smooth out the wrinkles on his shoulders.
"It would have been better if you had just been a duke. We still have a bright future ahead of us."
…
At the entrance of the Old Trafford office area, Edwards Jr. led Ferguson to see Allen off. The Earl was very efficient and resolute. He just came to visit, dropped off the negotiation team and prepared to leave, without even staying for a banquet.
"By the way... Ferguson, do you have an enemy? The kind of coach you have a very bad relationship with but whose coaching level is pretty good?"
Allen didn't rush to get in the car. Before getting in, he turned his head and suddenly asked Ferguson a question.
"???"
Ferguson was a little confused as to why he suddenly asked this.
"Sir...what do you mean?"
"Oh... don't misunderstand me. Just say it directly. I am just making preparations in advance. If you don't perform well in leading the team this season, I will invite your enemy to take over your place."
“…”
Talking about this kind of arrangement directly in front of people is too stimulating.
Ferguson took a deep breath and his hands began to tremble.
"Sir... you don't have to. One season... no! Half a season will be enough for me to prove my ability to you!"
Allen looked at Ferguson, whose face looked a little strange, and smiled without answering him. Instead, he raised his chin and said slowly, "Okay, you go back first. I still need to talk to Edwards Jr., and you can't listen."
“…”
Is it really okay to chase people away like this?
Ferguson felt that he had been humiliated repeatedly today, but he was powerless to do anything. He was furious and making assurances in front of this gentleman one second ago, and the next second he was directly signaled that he could leave!
What secrets can't he hear?
If you don’t want to listen, then don’t listen!
Ferguson nodded, twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a very professional smirk, and turned away.
…
"Your Mightiness……"
Little Edwards looked at Ferguson who was so angry, but still walked away obediently, feeling a little worried.
"Come on, get in the car, I want to talk to you before you leave."
"Okay, Your Excellency, please go first."
Edwards Jr. quickly opened the car door, stood on one side of the door, put his right hand on the door frame, and asked Allen to get in first.
…
The space inside the car was very quiet, even the driver got out.
Xiao Shitou was sent to the Butler Academy by Allen for further studies. Now he is Allen's driver and part-time bodyguard.
Lighting a cigarette, Allen looked out the car window and said, "Once the share acquisition is completed, I will leave you 5% of the share dividend rights. You will also become the honorary chairman of Manchester United and manage the daily life of the club for me. The Edwards family will be eligible to enjoy the benefits of the club together with the Hill family."
"this……"
The sudden generous treatment caught Edwards Jr. off guard.
Although he is not given shares directly, the right to dividends means that as the club develops better and better, his income will also get better and better, plus the money from selling the shares this time.
Before he could finish his thought, Alan's voice continued, "I just learned about the price of your shares. The price is what you said."
…
Little Edwards looked into Allen's eyes. He didn't expect this gentleman to be so easy to talk to and so generous. This...
The negotiation team above hasn't finished the discussion yet, but this Excellency has made the decision without even discussing the price?
Although the price he asked for was not expensive, there was no bargaining at all, which made people feel a little anxious.
This is too easy!
…
"Sir, you... I really have nothing to repay you for."
Young Edwards thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what the earl wanted to do, but with such generous treatment, he could only utter these words.
“Haha, you can report it now!”
"???"
Alan looked at little Edwards and gently raised his hand again, the ash from the cigarette in his hand almost falling off.
Edwards Jr. was very tactful and stretched out his right hand and gently placed it in front of Allen.
"Oh……"
Allen was very satisfied with his performance. He used Edwards' right hand as an ashtray, flicked the ashes and stared into his eyes.
Seeing that there was no dissatisfaction or dissatisfaction in Edwards' eyes, Allen said, "You have received such treatment. I only have one small request. Within three days..."
…
Little Edwards watched Allen flick the ash with his left hand, then pointed at himself with the hand holding the cigarette and said, "Within three days, I want to see the information of the other shareholders on my desk. Name! Photo! Family situation! Social relationship, shareholding ratio, understand?!"
"???"
…
A nobleman promised him generous conditions, and then turned around and asked him to provide information on several other shareholders, and it was such detailed information.
Little Edwards is not a child, he certainly knows what Allen wants to do!
This is going to be a shady move!
Moreover, he was asked to provide the "intelligence" personally, which meant that he was asked to sell out his teammates.
Although those shareholders are all gamblers and have not made any contribution to the club, but...
Edwards Jr. hesitated.
…
Britain is known as the troublemaker of Europe, and naturally it has its own unique features.
What is the essence of this ancestral skill of stirring up trouble?
It is to sow discord, buy off the other party first, and then let the other party collapse from within.
How can we make the other party determined to get our own people?
Of course, it is to give them a strong backer so that they think everything is under control.
Then, after they have killed each other and thought they had surrendered, they would reveal their deeds to their own people, making them bear the blame of being traitors.
In this situation, since you have already boarded the pirate ship, this final blow is the straw that breaks the camel's back. From now on, you can only hold on to your backers and do whatever you are told.
Alan has also learned this ancestral skill, although he is not very proficient in it. But the person he is testing it on is not a big shot, so he might as well give it a try first.
…
Allen looked at little Edwards who looked hesitant.
Do you think he is generous and kind by giving him such good conditions?
Edwards Jr.'s family is very prestigious in Manchester United, which will not be convenient for Allen to control the club in the future.
If you want to solve the problem once and for all, you have to secretly destroy their retreat and prestige.
But if he wants to get the conditions offered by Allen, he has to sell out his teammates first!
After he sells out his teammates, Alan can start bullying these civilians.
…
As a nobleman, he worked so hard to keep his title of earl, wasn't it just so that he could bully the common people one day?
If he can't bully the common people, what's the point of being a noble?
Allen didn't want to spend too much money to buy the shares held by other shareholders.
As long as he had the information about Edwards Jr., he could save a lot of effort. He no longer had to collect information and only had to arrange his men to do the work.
Later, he will ask someone to spread the news of Edwards Jr. selling out his teammates.
The Edwards family will forever be blamed for being traitors. Who would dare to believe in a family that likes to sell out their teammates? They will have to follow Allen obediently from now on!
…
"There's no such thing as a free lunch. Have you heard of this saying? If you want to get something, how can you do it without paying a price?"
Allen seemed to be trying to comfort little Edwards in a gentle and persuasive manner.
Little Edwards gritted his teeth. In his opinion, as long as the Earl acquired Manchester United, these shareholders would have nothing to do with him. Wasn't it just about information?
If he doesn't give it, will His Excellency the Earl be unable to find the information of these people?
Since it’s given to you no matter who gives it, why should you resist?
"I understand, sir. I will personally deliver the information to you within three days."
…
"Very good! You made a wise choice. You can go back to see the Duke of Angus. He has arranged a reception dinner. You two should have fun today and take a rest. Don't worry, little Edwards. There is still a lot of time in the future, isn't there?"
"You are right, sir! The club will get better and better under your leadership!"
"hehe……"
Allen laughed, put the cigarette butt in Edwards' hand, raised his chin slightly, and signaled that he could get out of the car.
"Then... Your Excellency, please take your time. I will go down first."
Little Edwards carefully dragged the ashes and cigarette butts from his right hand and said goodbye.
"Um."
…
The Greater Manchester area is very close to the northeastern border of Wales. When the convoy returned, it did not turn directly into Wales, but went south and took the main road towards Birmingham.
This road is much smoother than the small roads in Wales. Although it takes a detour, the overall travel time is faster than taking the small roads in Wales.
As the convoy entered the suburbs of Birmingham, the phone in the car rang.
This old-fashioned mobile phone has almost no signal in the wild once you leave the urban area, and can only be used barely when you are around the city.
The servant sitting in the passenger seat answered the phone, nodded and said a few words, whispered to the driver to slow down, and then quietly woke up Alan who was taking a nap in the back seat.
"Master! Master, wake up, find your phone!"
…
"Um...who is it?"
Alan yawned. Today's errands went smoothly, and he couldn't help taking a nap on the way back.
"Uh... the signal is not very good, it seems to be stuck or something."
"Well, give it to me."
Alan took the big brother.
This thing is a bit heavy to hold, like holding a 500ml bottle of Coke, and the long antenna is extended to provide better signal.
"I'm Alan, who are you?"
"Zizizizi... Sir Allen, I am Cape..."
"Who? Speak louder."
"Capel! Your Excellency, I am Capel!"
"Oh oh oh, I'm on the road now, the signal is not good, what's the matter Sir Capel?"
When he heard it was Capel, Allen's tone slowed down.
"Your Highness, please come over here."
"oh?"
Alan looked at the sky outside. It was already evening. Why did Charles want to see him at this time?
"Now? Where is His Highness?"
"His Highness is waiting for you at Highgrove Manor."
"Okay, the signal is bad, I won't say any more, I'm now..."
Alan glanced at the servant.
"Master, we are in Birmingham."
The servant was very smart. As soon as Alan saw him, he took the initiative to tell Alan the current location of the convoy.
…
Alan nodded and said into the microphone: "I'm still on the way to Birmingham. It will take some time to get there. Please tell His Royal Highness!"
"Okay, I understand sir!"
After hanging up the phone and handing the cell phone back to the servant, Alan didn't want to continue sleeping, so he opened the car window, enjoyed the evening breeze, and lit a cigarette.
Thinking back on my plans for today, I feel like there is nothing missing.
Winning over the Duke of Angus is just a casual move.
But this phone call just now suddenly gave Allen a little inspiration.
…
It is well known that only nobles can participate in the House of Lords of the United Kingdom.
But what kind of nobles can participate?
This is a bit more particular.
People like Allen can't participate now.
It’s not that he is not qualified, but that Alan is not old enough!
According to the provisions of the decree, all incumbent nobles, from knights to dukes, will automatically qualify as members of the House of Lords as long as they are over 21 years old.
With this qualification, we need to select representative noble members from each region so that we can attend meetings and make suggestions!
…
As for what suggestions to make, you can talk about anything as long as you are thick-skinned enough. Even if your dog is lost, you can talk about it and also report on the inefficiency of the local police station.
This member of parliament does not have any salary, but he does receive an allowance of about 100 pounds a day, which even the nobles do not look down upon.
In the past, Alan's father seldom attended meetings, mainly because it was too troublesome to go to London every time. He was a rough guy and didn't know what to say. After a few such meetings, the old hand didn't want to go anymore.
…
But Allen is different. He just suddenly realized that he is not old enough to make any comments yet, but he can find a spokesperson!
The Duke of Angus is very suitable, with high status and qualifications.
No matter how he is doing now, if a duke really makes some proposals in parliament, everyone will take it seriously, even if it's just for show.
…
A while ago, because of the question raised by that stupid American Oprah reporter, the news about abolishing the royal family is still being discussed.
Alan suddenly remembered that the princess' charity auction has been so popular recently, and he felt a little itchy and ready to flatter her from a distance.
The princess was already so poor, yet she still had to auction off her clothes and accessories for charity.
Isn't this a great opportunity to flatter someone?