"Welcome...Mr. Carlos."

"Hahaha, Sir Hutt, hello, hello!"

The young man who called himself Carlos stamped his feet after getting off the car. He looked very fashionable in a thin ivory suit and light-colored pointed leather shoes with contrasting colors.

Carlos swung the cane in his hand, and when he saw Huth, he was stunned for a moment, then took off his hat, changed hands with the cane, and nodded slightly in greeting.

…

"Your Excellency is already waiting for you in the reception room. Come with me."

Hut nodded slightly in return. Mr. Carlos contacted Hut a few days ago and said that his ancestor was a nobleman in Britain. Later, he couldn't make it in his home country, so he went to America. Now he has a small fortune in America and is preparing to return to Britain to visit relatives and friends and expand his network.

This situation has been a very common phenomenon for a long time.

Not to mention America, there are people like this all over the world.

As long as it is Western thinking, once people become developed, they care more about bloodline than anyone else.

It's a bit like the Eastern feeling of searching for one's roots.

If a family can trace their lineage to a famous one, it will be very helpful to their career and social circle.

Not to mention this person, some people who are more famous than him returned to Britain to build relationships and expand their network.

But the Hill family has never been large, and they do not have close contacts with the aristocratic circles in Britain, and they do not have much contact with some relatives.

It is a bit puzzling that Carlos Edward can establish connections with the Hill family, not to mention that he seems to have come with a project.

…

"Mr. Allen, nice to meet you!"

After entering the reception room, Carlos first handed his top hat and cane to the servant. As for the servants he brought with him for appearances, they were not even qualified to enter the reception room.

Seeing Alan sitting on the sofa with his upper body straight, staring at him motionlessly, Carlos trotted over to Alan, and as usual, he put his left hand on his chest and nodded slightly.

…

Alan frowned when he saw Carlos Edward.

This guy said his ancestors were British?

Although I don't know whether this guy is lying or not, if we go by the Anglo-Saxon ancestry, the most important feature of the Anglo-Saxon people is blonde hair. You can tell whether they are purebred by looking at their hair color.

People with blonde hair are not necessarily Angsa people, but most of the purebred Angsa people are definitely blonde.

Alan looked at the guy in front of him from left to right and felt that he had some black blood. He could tell it at a glance from the slightly curly hairstyle of black people. This guy said that his ancestors were some British nobles, how could he have descendants with black people?

Are there any nobles who are in such a miserable state?

Besides, his etiquette is...

There is indeed nothing wrong with what was done and it is very standard. However, just touching the chest and nodding is the French aristocratic etiquette, while the British style requires bending over!

Finally, say this name.

Edward is indeed an ancient noble surname, but the name Carlos is wrong!

Carlos is a Spanish name. If his ancestors were really British aristocrats, why would he have such a name?

This is like someone running up to a Chinese person and saying he is Chinese, but when asked his name, he says his name is Kameda Godan.

It's very inconsistent...

Nodding, Alan glanced at Hut, signaling him not to worry about it. He was going to see what this guy wanted from him and what project he brought.

…

Carlos looked at Alan, who was neither hot nor cold, and felt a little embarrassed.

Before coming, he made a lot of preparations.

But since some things were really hard to look up and couldn't be found, he could only piece together some things.

For example, regarding etiquette, he also looked up what British etiquette was like, but due to some historical reasons between Britain and France, he now made this French etiquette. In theory, there is no problem with it. On the contrary, it can explain which period their ancestors came from.

As for skin color, he can't change it. As a Frenchman, it's normal to be a mixed race of black and white, right?

He is already lucky enough. There are no obvious black features on his appearance. As for his American identity, there are so many black people in America. Isn't this reasonable?

…

"Your Excellency...hahahaha, when I was in the United States, I saw some news about your film and television company in the newspaper, so I came to visit you specially this time."

"Um……"

Alan raised his chin, looking uninterested, and motioned for him to continue.

"Uh... I saw your movie, it was great, but..."

Carlos deliberately drew out his voice.

Normally, at this time, someone should come out to support the actor and say, "But what?"

But after waiting for a long time...

Neither the Earl in front of him nor the butler standing next to him spoke.

Carlos was lonely...

After coughing twice to ease the embarrassment, Carlos continued, "I noticed that your movie didn't seem to have won any awards. I feel very sad! Such an artistic film and television work failed to win any awards. It's really...!"

"So, I'm recommending myself this time. I want to join you and help you solve these problems!"

…

"oh?"

Alan, who was still worried about the award some time ago, couldn't help but become interested when he heard this guy talking about the award.

"How can you help me?"

"Haha, that's right, sir. My company in the United States is a public relations company. Not only in the United States, but also in Europe, our company is also very capable! For example, France... Germany... Italy..."

Carlos listed the names of several well-known filmmakers from major film award venues, acting as if he had a wide network of contacts.

"I also know a few filmmakers in the UK, such as Mr. Patrick. Have you heard of this name? When Mr. Patrice was in France, I had a good relationship with him. Later, he returned to the UK to become a professor, and our contact decreased. This time, I didn't have time to visit him."

…

When Hut heard Carlos' words, his face looked a little strange, Patrice?

Is it this Patrice at home?

He has such a young American friend?

I haven’t heard of it…

…

"Oh? Patrice, why didn't he receive you this time?"

"Haha, uh... I called Mr. Patrice's home, and his wife said he was on a business trip to the United States. What a coincidence."

Carlos said with a disappointed look on his face.

"?"

Alan turned his head and looked at Hutt...

If nothing unexpected happens, there should be only one famous British filmmaker named Patrice, right?

He didn't remember sending Patrice on a business trip to the United States.

Huth shook his head gently at Alan. He saw old man Patrice eating breakfast in the restaurant this morning...

When did you go to the United States on business?

…

Looking at Alan's confused expression, and then seeing him looking at Huth, Carlos took in both of their expressions. The confused looks on their faces made him happy, it seemed that they didn't know each other!

Guessed it right!

From the information I can find, Patrice is the only one who is famous in Cannes because he has been a judge!

"Sir...are you interested in investing in or acquiring my PR company? I believe your film and television company must need me, and I can help you with the film awards!"

“…”

Alan felt that there was something wrong with this guy, or rather, he should be a liar who wanted to get a piece of the pie after seeing his loss of money in the newspaper!

His upper body, which was originally straight, leaned back slightly, and his right leg was lifted over his left leg. Alan was ready to see what else this guy was going to say.

"That's all? It's just a PR company. Even without you... I can find someone else to do it."

"this……"

Carlos gritted his teeth and said confidently, "Sir... I am not only talented in public relations, but also in investment! You have a lot of money recently, so I'm sure you will consider the next investment direction, right?"

Carlos boasted about Britain's current economic situation and the international situation, and Alan nodded frequently as he listened.

You know what, some of the theories and insights this guy said were things Alan had never heard of before, which were quite inspiring.

"Go on..."

…

Carlos was delighted and took out his ultimate weapon.

This was a news story about Malaysia that he saw in a tabloid on his way back to his hometown in Tunisia a few months ago.

The news said...some businessmen from Hong Kong bought land in Malaysia and planned to build a large real estate project, similar to a group of villas for the top wealthy people.

By then, no matter the location of the villa complex, or the surrounding environment, scenery, and supporting facilities, they will all be top-notch!

It is said that this project was learned from a certain noble lord.

Carlos remembered the news from the far East at a glance.

Before coming here this time, he processed the news in depth and planned to bring it to Alan to fool him!

…

"Your Excellency! You see... since ancient times, real estate has always been a hurdle that cannot be avoided."

"Since you are interested in the film and television industry, I wonder if you know what kind of houses the various celebrities who live near Hollywood live in?"

"?"

Who cares what kind of house they live in?!

Alan was a little confused by Carlos' question. He frowned and looked at Carlos coldly.

"Ahahaha... It doesn't matter if you don't know. Look, sir. Hollywood is now very large and world-famous, but the surrounding residential areas are scattered. I have made a plan!"

"Uh... the plan is in the hands of the servants. I wonder if Your Excellency could ask them to send the plan over."

Alan raised his chin towards Huth, signaling him to ask someone to bring the so-called plan.

…

Taking the plan, Alan flipped through the beautifully crafted plan.

This is a real estate project.

The location was chosen in the suburbs of Los Angeles on the west coast of the United States, northwest of Santa Monica Beach.

There is even a promotional poster in the plan, a real sea view villa.

Aristocratic service, we invite professional butlers who graduated from the European Aristocratic Butler Academy to provide aristocratic service to every owner.

This high-end villa complex is aimed at emerging Hollywood stars.

Some of these people are stupid and rich, but they don't know how to manage their money. There are a limited number of luxury homes near Hollywood, and sometimes there is vicious competition.

Now we are starting a new real estate project here, targeting specific customers and harvesting them precisely!

These new stars have suddenly become rich and are eager to widen the gap between themselves and ordinary people and enter a new class. How do they do that?

Isn't this the old European aristocracy's way of doing things?

Now, as long as Alan does it, with his reputation as Earl Alan, it will be a golden sign.

…

Looking at the plan, Alan, who had been approving of it, was suddenly stunned and turned a few pages forward.

This plan...

It seems familiar.

Especially the last slogan, with the Pacific Ocean on the left and Hollywood on the right, fully displaying the European aristocratic style!

This seems to be somewhat similar to my real estate project.

If this guy came up with this plan himself, he can still be considered a talented person!

…

Carlos watched Alan pick up the plan and look over it carefully, and couldn't help feeling a little smug.

This is the result of my busy work these days!

He profoundly modified the real estate project developed by a wealthy Hong Kong businessman that he saw in the tabloids.

The location was moved to Los Angeles. With the knowledge of this gentleman in front of us, since he is in the film and television industry, he must be able to see the benefits of it!

If you really put in the effort, such a project can really make money!

But the prerequisite is to be able to obtain land and have capital investment!

And the person in charge of this plan, as long as the Earl is interested, wouldn't it be me?

Carlos, with public relations in his left hand and real estate in his right hand, not only helped the count solve the problem of film awards, but also helped him figure out where to put his funds.

Thinking about his plan, Carlos himself was moved. How thoughtful!

Give me your pounds now!

…

Alan put down the plan, hooked his finger at Hut, and whispered in Hut's ear: "Ask the people outside to come in, arrest him and his followers, and then call Patrick over to see if he recognizes him!"

Hu Te nodded and smiled at Carlos who didn't know what was going to happen.

Carlos thought Alan was asking the butler to call the servant who was in charge of the investment, so he smiled at Hutt.

…

Accompanying Alan, Carlos looked at the count who didn't say a word, just leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed. He couldn't help rubbing his hands awkwardly until he heard footsteps.

An old man with dyed black hair came in first and stared at him at first sight.

"I heard you know me? My wife told you that I went to the United States on a business trip?"

"ah?"

Carlos was stunned by the old man's inexplicable question.

But then, Carlos suddenly had a bad feeling, especially when he saw the burly men who looked like bodyguards standing behind the old guy.

Could this be... Patrice?

Why is he here?

…

"Ah... Mr. Patrice?"

Carlos stood up uncertainly and asked.

"Aren't you and I very close? Why don't you recognize me?"

…

Alan snorted and didn't want to listen to them reminiscing about the past.

"What are you standing there for? Arrest him. Call Rex to come and take him away! Examine all the people who followed him!"

I've been in Britain for so long, and this guy is the second person Alan has seen who dares to cheat him.

The last person who dared to cheat him seemed to be called Jin Zaiyong, right?

The grass on the grave is almost ten feet high.