This method of causing physical disappearance is so scary!

Listening to stories is one thing, but when such a story really happens to you, everyone will be scared!

He was just an ordinary person, just a small football coach, and he had no power to resist such things.

Ferguson glanced at the desk in front of him. Folders of different colors were neatly arranged and classified. In front of Sir Allen, there was a form that looked like a physical examination report and a copy of today's newspaper. Ferguson looked away and didn't dare to continue reading.

…

"Isn't there the European Cup this year? Are you going back to Scotland then?"

Allen looked at Ferguson, who was a little reserved, and prepared to chat with him first.

"Yes... Your Excellency, I have already been back during this winter break, but I haven't had time to tell you yet. After this season is over, in May... I will go back to serve as an assistant coach for about half a month."

"Oh... I should, as long as it doesn't delay the work of the new season."

…

The European Cup, which is held every few years, is here again, and it’s time for several “handsome guys” on the British Isles to send out their football teams to compete.

Not only will Ferguson return to the Scottish men's national team as an assistant coach, but Manchester United players will also be called back to their respective national teams, and England will also participate in the European Cup at that time.

The rest...

Anyway, the four "handsome guys" on the British Isles are all good at their own cultural and sports events. Of course, England has the strongest overall strength, followed by Scotland.

Northern Ireland is second, and Wales is at the bottom...

Wales also participated in the qualifiers for this year's European Cup, but if they want to enter the finals...

Don’t think about it!

The Welsh men's national team is now the legendary bottom-feeding team that is given points. Whoever they are put in the same group with will be happy.

…

"In the second half of the season, you can release the news that after this season is over, the team's uniforms and logo will be changed to a certain extent next season. If you release this news, can it boost morale?"

Allen grabbed a document and threw it to Ferguson, showing him the newly designed Manchester United logo and uniform.

The Manchester United uniforms used to be bright red and looked tacky.

Alan didn't like it. He liked the aristocratic red that was full of power, just like the color of his tuxedo cloak. It was a very pure red, a kind of red that carried a noble air.

The team logo is simple. Other teams, some with royal connections, will add a small crown symbol to their logo, which looks very classy.

The Manchester United logo of this period had two banners connected by an old-fashioned football logo, with the city name on top and the name of the football club on the bottom. In the middle was a small shield badge with a lion wearing a castle crown and holding a dung fork in its hand.

The cunning designer designed three small golden bumps on the top of the banner. At first glance, it looks like a crown, but that's all. It's just a borderline design.

As a workers' team, without royal authorization, they dare not openly use the crown symbol on their team emblem.

A team like Real Madrid has a crown logo on its logo. When compared with them, ours instantly feels inferior.

Allen's idea is still the same, to use the earl's crown logo, which is much better than the current Manchester United team logo!

As a result, people who don’t know much about Manchester United might think they have quietly changed their team logo to Royal Manchester United when they first saw it.

…

Ferguson took the folder and opened it. The things inside were all made into real objects. They looked very good in the photos. Since Allen acquired Manchester United, they have not promoted it. Everyone only knew that Manchester United had a new owner and the club had more funds.

The rest... is not something ordinary players can know.

"Okay, sir... I'll let them know."

"Ha ha……"

Allen is not particularly concerned about the team's current results. Anyway, the Premier League has not been established yet, so as long as they don't get relegated, it's fine. They are still in the penalty period, so what even if they win the English League One championship?

Since he can't go to European competitions, he might as well take advantage of this period to reorganize the team. After a few years, the Premier League is established and the penalty period is over, and then he can make a big splash. For him, Manchester United is just a place to enhance his fame and show off.

In Britain... we don't talk about football, and we can still greet people when we go out. Although Mr. Allen doesn't like it, he will just buy a team, so that he will look very cool in the future.

…

"I heard... you like to scold the players in the locker room? Is there anyone who doesn't listen to your instructions?"

Alan suddenly asked Ferguson curiously, this guy has a nickname, Ferguson Hair Dryer.

What this means is that when he curses at someone, he speaks very quickly, and the wind from his mouth is like a hair dryer, blowing in people's faces.

"Uh... Your Excellency... Some players are used to playing. They are fine during training, but once they enter the game, they forget everything."

Ferguson thought Allen had some problem with him scolding the players, so when he heard his question, he tried his best to explain.

"No, no, no...you don't have to explain to me!"

Allen opened the desk drawer and took out a small gadget. He shook it at Ferguson twice and threw it to him, saying, "Here's a little toy for you. This is the dagger I carried with me when I was in the military. If someone disobeys you in the future, you can use this. Scolding them all the time won't be as effective as this!"

"I bought these people with my money. If they don't obey and don't play well, you will destroy them and make them never obey and play football again."

…

Ferguson subconsciously took the dagger thrown by Allen, and when he heard what he said, he was numb. He thought Allen was dissatisfied with his scolding of the players, but he didn't expect that he thought his scolding was ineffective.

Your Excellency is indeed very decisive and considerate...

"yes……"

"Okay... You have to take care of the team's results. Aren't you going to organize the youth training? I'll leave all of this to you. Don't worry, take your time. I don't want a short-term result, but a long-term result!"

"clear!"

Ferguson stood up with the dagger in his hand and watched Alan pick up the teacup, which meant he could leave.

When he came to report on work today, he barely said a word. He was just slightly reprimanded and then comforted. This gave him a reassurance that his position as head coach was kept, which made Ferguson breathe a sigh of relief.

"Then... Your Excellency, I will take my leave now."

"Um."

…

Early in the morning on February 3, Allen went to the capital Cardiff and attended a small meeting. This was the procedure required to establish several trade unions related to the takeaway industry.

If it is established in England, the procedure will be relatively complicated, and it will require public announcement and submission of a large amount of materials.

But setting up a union in Wales is much easier. He just needs to hand over all the materials and someone will naturally help him complete them!

And once this kind of union was formed, it remained valid in England!

After returning home from Cardiff and having lunch, Alan, accompanied by the servants, set up his equipment and slipped down to the creek to fish in the afternoon. He was waiting for someone. Old Carl was coming back after more than a month!

…

"Master!"

Old Carl was still dressed in a very traditional style, but this time he left his top hat and other things in the hall and put on a cloak. It was still a bit chilly outside, and it would be even colder when fishing by the river.

Alan was lying on a lounge chair by the river, covered with a thin wool blanket. There was a small stove next to him, warming tea, and the aroma of tea filled the air.

Sniffing, old Carl said hello, took the small stool handed to him by the servant, sat next to Alan's recliner, and helped Alan pull up the blanket.

…

"Are you back? Have you made any new discoveries recently?"

Alan didn't open his eyes either. He was dozing off with his fishing rod just resting on the river bank.

"I have discovered something..."

Old Karl waved to the servants around him, signaling them to stay away. When the surroundings were quiet, he whispered, "Master... I realized that it has only been a short time, and the stock prices of several small steel mills have rebounded. There are also many chemical raw material factories, and the stock prices have also changed!"

If you don't know the situation here, normal people probably won't pay attention to such trivial matters. Not all companies were affected by the financial crisis. It is normal for some companies to slowly recover after experiencing a brief blow. They can't keep falling, right?

But old Carl followed Allen's instructions, observed carefully, and checked the context, and he discovered some clues.

"oh?"

Alan was slightly stunned. Steel, chemical raw materials, what chemical raw materials?

Of course it’s for making weapons!

Or ammunition.

As the old saying goes, a duck knows when the river water warms in spring. Some things...

There were signs of this in the market before it even started, but...

Didn’t the experts say that we have to wait for a while before they can no longer bear it before they do something?

Are there signs of this now?

Alan opened his eyes, tilted his head and looked at Old Carl and said, "Help me up."

…

Old Carl quickly stood up, carefully dragged Alan's neck, and slowly helped him up from his semi-lying position.

“Are there many such companies?”

"It's very scattered... and..."

Old Carl looked around warily again, leaned over to Alan's ear and said, "A large part of it is Jewish property."

"Yeah... I understand."

Alan frowned. Many people didn't understand why this group of people were hated. The reason was that they were the source of many disasters, and the purpose...

Just for money!

…

"Just keep an eye on it. If there's a trend, we'll see how the acquisition of the production line is going."

"This... is currently under discussion. We don't buy much. The small factories have different production lines and models. It would be too troublesome to bring them together. We are currently only discussing with medium-sized factories."

"OK!"

Alan was about to say something when the fishing rod suddenly moved slightly. Old Carl reached out, grasped the fishing rod and handed it to Alan.

Almost no one eats the fish from this stream now, anyway, the locals don't eat it because it has too many bones.

Outsiders...

There are not many outsiders in Wales.

Alan pulled hard, without any technique to tease the fish, just a simple and rough tug, and a small white fish about the length of a palm was pulled out of the water. Just as he took out the hook and was about to throw it back into the river, a fat white figure flew silently behind Alan in the distance, flicked its wings twice, slowed down, passed Alan, grabbed the fish in Alan's hand with one claw, flapped its wings twice, and prepared to fly away.

"You silly bird, why are you eating this? Is it dirty?"

…

Alan looked at Xiao Huang and found that he was not active in anything except eating. He was so fat, but he still ate.

And it was eating secretly. Looking at its fat figure, I cursed it.

Who would have thought that the little yellow bird, which was about to fly out of sight, made a big turn and flew back. When passing by Alan, it threw the dying fish it caught next to Alan's recliner, then flapped its wings twice and landed, looking at Alan with its head tilted.

"They're almost fucking dead, what use are you to me!"

Gently rubbing the furry bird's head, Alan saw its curious look, stood up, rinsed the fish in the stream, cut off the fish head with a knife, and handed only the fish body to it.

Xiao Huang held the fish in his mouth, raised his head, moved his neck and swallowed it hard. Alan seemed to hear an exaggerated swallowing sound, and then...

The little fish was swallowed.

"Go, go, go! Go and play by yourself!"

Seeing this silly bird having finished eating the fish but still not being able to taste it, and still waiting for Alan to fish with a silly look on its face, Alan waved his hand and let it play by itself.

"Do you know why I asked you to come back this time?"

…

Old Carl looked at the fat bird curiously but it didn't fly. When Alan told it to go, it really crossed its legs and hopped away like a ground chicken. He thought it was quite fun. It was only when he heard Alan's voice in his ears that he came back to his senses.

"Hmm? Master, what do you want?"

Old Carl thought for a moment, nothing major has happened recently...

Theoretically, if some small matters are not urgent, there is no need to ask him to fly back. These things can be sent back by email or fax.

"The news has passed recently, but I still feel unhappy!"

Alan reached into the recliner and pulled out a small notebook and handed it to Old Carl.

…

Taking the thin notebook, old Carl tilted his neck back slightly and squinted his eyes. He was a little presbyopic due to his old age.

There was nothing written in the notebook, just clippings pasted on it.

There were photos of several black people and some of the comments they made in newspapers.

When old Carl saw this thing, he understood what was going on.

Everyone knows that their young master is narrow-minded. These are the people who had criticized him in a sarcastic way some time ago. Unexpectedly, the young master himself cut out the newspapers and pasted them on a notebook.

This hatred...

It’s not small!

These black people can be considered very lucky to be remembered so much by a count!

"Master, what do you mean?"

Closing the notebook, Old Carl asked cautiously.

…

"Everyone is responsible for what they say, no matter who they are!"

He hung a little bait on the fish hook, threw the hook into the water, put down the fishing rod, sat down again and looked at old Carl.

"I've been patient for over a month! Now the public opinion has long passed, I want them to be shattered to pieces!"

Licking his lips, Allen added, "Not only themselves, but their families as well! Do these little American bastards think I can't do anything to them just because we're across the Atlantic Ocean?"

"I want you to let them feel the pain and despair. Can you do it?"

Old Carl listened to Alan's cold voice and swallowed.