Looking at the small box on the desk with several ventilation holes on it, Alan was a little curious. What could be put in such a small box?

It can't be a small lizard, spider, or snake, right?

He really hates these things, thinking they are a bit too strong.

Hut smiled and motioned for Alan to open it and take a look himself.

…

Alan put down his chopsticks, leaned back slightly, and gently opened the box with both hands.

There was some hay in the box, and on the hay was a fist-sized ball of yellow and brown flesh.

The moment it saw Alan, its big round eyes blinked. It didn't seem afraid. It opened its big mouth and just stared at Alan.

“…”

"What is this?"

This should be a bird. It looks a bit like an owl, but it looks a bit ugly.

Alan frowned. In his impression, owls were beneficial birds that could catch mice, but...

As a Chinese in his previous life, Allen didn't like this thing very much.

In the past in rural areas, if you heard this kind of bird calling, there was a high probability that an elderly person in the family was about to pass away. It is said that this creature has a very sensitive sense of smell or something else, and can sense when someone is about to die.

As long as they come into the village and coo in the trees, within a few days, you can hear the news that an elderly person in the village has passed away.

Very weird.

Keeping this thing at home doesn't seem to have a good meaning.

But Alan changed his mind and realized that there didn't seem to be any elderly people or elders in his family, so it didn't matter.

…

"Master, this is a snowy owl, a type of owl, white with black spots on its feathers. It is a large bird of prey. The head of the BBC heard that you like hunting, so he gave it to you. He said it is a good helper for hunting."

"That's it?"

Alan looked at the small brown ball of meat in the box with its mouth wide open waiting to be fed, and then thought about the snowy owl that Hutt had mentioned. He couldn't connect the two species together at all.

…

Snowy owl, Alan has an impression of this. It is a large bird of prey that lives near permafrost and tundra. Some of the good ones have white feathers, which are very beautiful, but most snowy owls have more or less black spots on their white feathers, which looks a bit like snow camouflage, but it is also very beautiful.

The little thing in front of me now has the wrong fur color and is so small.

I heard that the Snowy Owl is a bird of prey that can be compared to the Saker Falcon.

…

"Is this a mistake?"

"Master... this is a newly hatched baby bird. It needs to be nurtured by a falconer from an early age. It will also need to shed its feathers to change color when it grows up."

Hut explained with a smile.

“Oh…I see.”

Allen looked at the little guy with his mouth open all the time, waved his hand and called the servant, "Give me some sashimi."

He gently picked up a piece of sashimi with his hands and stuffed it into the little guy's mouth. It didn't chew it. It opened and closed its mouth and the meat disappeared. Its big yellow eyes were still staring at Alan.

“Hey…”

Alan stretched out his hand and grabbed the little guy. He didn't know if this thing's personality was naturally like this, but it was not afraid of people. Even when Alan grabbed it, it didn't bark. It just looked at Alan with its mouth open.

After feeding it a few more slices of sashimi, Alan stopped because he was afraid that the cat would die of overeating.

"Okay... no need to hire any eagle slaves. Let someone build a cage for it tomorrow and put it in my bedroom. I really like this little thing, so I'll keep it for now."

Seeing that this little guy was so well-behaved, not afraid of people, and didn't bark, Alan decided to keep him by his side.

Isn’t it said that birds raised like this from childhood are more friendly?

Just imagine that when I go out hunting in the future, I will put this thing on my arm, a big pure white owl. It’s quite cool to think about it.

"Okay, Master!"

…

I had a simple fish hotpot.

Alan was bending over his desk, reading a report. The little snowy owl was squatting lazily on his desk, like a little meatball. Sometimes it looked at Alan with its big eyes, then at the thing in his hand, obviously very curious.

Alan ignored it, put down the last report, picked up the pen and signed his name, then pinched his eyebrows with his hands.

…

“Master…Karl will be back tomorrow.”

When Hut saw that Alan had finally finished his work, he personally handed him a cup of herbal tea.

"Well... OK, you arrange for someone to pick him up tomorrow. I'll... let Karl go fishing with me this afternoon. Have those congressmen invited him?"

"I just called and they will be here on time tomorrow afternoon."

"Very good! Let's go, I need to rest, I'm tired."

"Okay, Master."

Hut stood up, looked at the little snowy owl that Alan had forgotten on the desk, smiled and gently tapped its head with his index finger.

"twitter!"

The little snowy owl didn't seem to like Hut. When Alan touched it, it didn't react at all. But now when Hut teased it, it opened its mouth and looked like it wanted to attack Hut, but its movements were slow and didn't look scary.

"Wow... pretty amazing." Looking at the little thing, Hut picked it up, put it in a box, and prepared to help the young master take care of it for one night.

…

"Master!"

“I’m back!”

Alan slept in the morning and didn't wake up until almost 12 o'clock. After washing up and having lunch, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.

The servants took their tools and went fishing at a creek not far from the manor.

At this time, old Carl appeared in front of Allen wearing a thin black suit.

When he was pretending to be a car repair shop owner, he looked unkempt, but since becoming a Jazz, old Carl has paid great attention to his appearance.

It doesn't matter whether he is rude in his words, his appearance is very good. Even when he was in the United States, he always wore a hat and a cane, like a traditional old gentleman.

…

"Rest for a few days when you come back. There's no rush. Have you brought enough people with me?"

Allen walked in front with his hands behind his back. Old Carl fell behind him. He nodded quickly and said with a hunched back, "Master, I've brought them all. But we're going separately and we're coming back from different airports. We'll have to wait a few days to gather together."

"Well... it's very safe. There's no rush. This time, when you acquire the team, wait for Edwards Jr. to send me the information in a few days, and then the shareholders will be handed over to you."

Alan whispered to old Carl about the acquisition of Manchester United and the solution for those shareholders.

"It would be best if we could make them think that it was Edwards Jr. who betrayed them and let them bear a grudge against him."

…

After listening to Allen's arrangement, Old Carl couldn't help but frowned, and hesitated for a moment. After the servants packed up their things and stood outside, seeing that there was no one around, Old Carl whispered, "Master... I think you are still too kind. I wonder if I can give you some advice?"

"oh?"

Alan held the fishing line in his left hand, and with the fish hook hanging, he gently pulled the ball of bait, put some bait on it as a token of his appreciation, and then gently threw it. This was considered the beginning of fishing. He was more Buddhist about fishing, he did it for fun and relaxation, and he would release the fish he caught anyway.

Since Old Carl had an opinion, he would like to listen to it. After all, he is the elder of the family and he can help him to find out some things that he had not considered thoroughly.

"explain!"

…

"Yes! Master... since you don't want to leave a way out for Little Edwards, why don't we go a step further and pick out the toughest shareholder among those shareholders and kill him first to scare the monkeys. We want to make it look like Little Edwards is greedy for money and wants to embezzle their shares. Since we have already framed him, let's give him a hard time!"

"This way, the remaining small shareholders will be scared and we can get things done faster."

…

Old Carl used to do dirty work. He has a ruthless personality and is very skilled at doing this kind of thing. While Allen was still thinking about throwing dirty water on Edwards Jr., Old Carl was thinking about doing it in one go.

It's already been done, isn't it more real than a false accusation?

"?"

Alan paused holding the fishing rod, and slowly turned his head to look at Old Carl.

There was no murderous look in old Carl's eyes at this moment, as if the words just now did not come from his mouth.

Now old Carl is like an old servant who is loyal and devoted to giving advice to his master.

"Very good! You have thought it through. You can do it as you wish. I don't care about the process, I only care about the result. When you are done, let your men who you brought back from the United States do the work. Send them away after they are done. This way, you can do it more efficiently."

"Don't worry, Master. Leave it to me."

…

After fishing with Alan for a while, there was not a single fish caught. Alan was not annoyed. He just read a book while waiting. Old Carl was getting a little bored waiting beside him.

Just when I was about to report the situation in the United States, I saw a few people coming towards me in the distance.

For a moment, Old Carl subconsciously wanted to get up, but after thinking about it, he realized that they were near the manor and the young master hadn't moved. He let go of his worry and whispered, "Young master, there are a few people coming."

"Yes, I know."

Alan put down the fishing rod in his hand, secured it, and sat on the recliner waiting for someone to come.

…

The three people brought by the servants are Welsh MPs who are loyal to the Earl. They received a call from Butler Hutt last night. Sir Allen asked them to come today and give them some instructions.

"Your Mightiness!"

"Your Mightiness……"

“…”

Alan pointed to the side and said, "Sit down."

The servant handed three small stools to the three congressmen. Old Carl looked at this scene, stood up and wanted to leave first.

"Karl, you don't have to leave. Stay."

Following Alan's voice, the three congressmen realized that the old man in formal attire was the Earl's other butler. They were startled and quickly greeted him, "Hello, Sir Carl."

Old Carl nodded at them expressionlessly without saying anything.

A few people sat around Alan with small stools, staring at the fishing line in the water in a daze.

…

"Recently, you can try to train some people. In another year, I will be able to attend a meeting in the House of Lords, and I will mention the issue of increasing the autonomy of the Welsh region!"

"!!!"

The bald elderly congressman was a little excited when he heard what Alan said.

How long has he been waiting for this day!

The old earl in the past didn’t like to get involved in such matters, as they were “leaderless”.

Now Sir Allen takes this matter very seriously. He has started preparing for it before he officially enters the House of Lords. How can this not be exciting?

Wales still has a certain degree of autonomy, but it is limited to the fields of culture and sports, which is not very feasible.

Alan wasn't doing it for any big reason; he just wanted to increase his presence and act as a troublemaker.

If Wales' autonomy can be increased, the regional parliament can be upgraded.

Only when the regional autonomy becomes greater will it be easier for Allen to handle other things.

This is not like the Scottish independence movement, but just increasing autonomy, which is a more moderate approach.

He can now only do what he wants in his own Carmarthenshire, and his hands are not able to reach the whole of Wales.

If he can make a certain contribution to increasing regional autonomy, he will be able to rely on these parliamentarians to reach further.

If he continues to train his talents well, in a few years, Allen will be able to transform from the little bully of Carmarthen into the real little bully of Wales.

…

"Don't have too many people. The exact number is up to you. Prepare first. There is still a year left. You can plan what to do. You don't need me to teach you, right?"

"No, no, Your Excellency is busy with affairs, so you don't need to worry about such trivial matters."

“Yes, yes, yes…”

…

"Heh..." Seeing how these people were so understanding, Alan didn't know what to say. He had always been aloof and cold with these people, not saying much, leaving it all up to them to figure things out on their own.

The main thing is that Alan himself is also trying to figure this out, and he's not very good at it. He's afraid of being laughed at if he gives orders blindly, so he just pretends to do it. Unexpectedly, this trick is quite useful.

"Karl, talk to them. They can help you with your work in the next few days. Do it in secret so as not to bring us any trouble."

"I understand Master!"

Old Carl then realized that the young master had this intention in asking him to stay. Although he could command his subordinates to do it without the help of these congressmen, he would be safer with the help of these congressmen.

This is all out of the young master’s kindness!

…

After Allen finished speaking, he yawned and said, "Okay, you guys chat. Before you leave, remember to take your things. I prepared some small gifts for you. You did a good job last time. Let's do it again after the second phase of the project starts!"

Before leaving, Alan praised them a few words and gave them some small gifts.

As for what the gift is?

Charles just delivered the ingredients yesterday, he is just offering a gift.

This kind of thing, firstly, can let them see the status of Earl Allen in His Highness' mind, and secondly, it can make them feel that Allen still values ​​them, and every time they come, he rewards them with things.

Regardless of the value of the gift, this form is very precious.

…

In early August, after finishing his chores, Mr. Allen returned to the set and started his career as a director.

This is a magical adaptation of Allen's previous movie "Deep Water".

What it mainly reflects is the explosion of three views.

The film is currently halfway through shooting. In recent times, Allen, the "chief director", has not been on the crew, and it is Ceface who has led the crew to shoot location scenes.

Since these shots are all medium and long shots, there are no high requirements for acting skills. You just need to shoot according to the script and storyboard.

Once Allen returns, we can continue to advance the main storyline.

…