Connecting all the things that have happened in recent times, a very big plan slowly emerged in Alan's mind.

Become a large supermarket!

Warehouse-style supermarket.

Now I have clothes, cloth, a radio which can barely be considered an electrical appliance, medicines, various foods, and in the future I will also have instant noodles, various canned foods, and there are so many ranches in Wales and Australia.

Meat like beef, pork, mutton, milk powder, and milk can all be used.

With so many miscellaneous things, it wouldn’t be too much to set up a large supermarket, right?

Even if there are few types of goods, he can just do it slowly in the future. Besides, he will only do local business at first and have Blue Riders to deliver goods to people's homes. All the goods can be printed into books and sent to members according to the current delivery routine.

Just make a phone call and food and drinks will be delivered to your home. Isn’t that convenient?

In the future, rural customers can call to order food, clothing and daily necessities and have the goods delivered to their homes.

Customers in the city can call and order takeout. There are many supermarkets in the city and many choices, so we need to slowly erode their market share.

If we grasp both lines, we can cover more than 60% of ordinary people.

Take it slow at first and spend a few years infiltrating the whole of Wales.

With a population of about two million in Wales, as long as the quality of the goods in Mr. Allen's supermarket is improved and the price is competitive...

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Why, even decades later, many places still maintain sufficient resistance or vigilance against the entry of large supermarkets such as Walmart or Sam's Club?

This may seem like just a "small business" for a retailer, but if you think about it more deeply, it is actually very critical.

Daily necessities have been the most important things in maintaining social stability since ancient times.

For large supermarkets like this, as long as the goods are purchased in large quantities and the transportation channels are mature, the prices of goods can be further lowered.

With the price advantage, all local small and medium-sized supermarkets will be squeezed out within a few years. In low-density population areas like Wales, except for a few wealthy civilians who own farms, most people's current lifestyle is to go to the supermarket once a week to buy supplies.

With price advantages and the ability to even deliver goods to your doorstep by just making a phone call, this model will crush all those small and medium-sized supermarkets that resist stubbornly.

Then we can go a step further and bind all the daily necessities of the Welsh people to him.

Just think about the daily food, clothing and shelter of millions of people, all under his control.

Until then...

Whether it is advancing eastward into England or controlling the food and clothing supplies of all the people in a principality, this is a very important bargaining chip.

This model is a bit like Walmart or Sam's Club.

“Eh…”

Just when he thought of this, Alan was suddenly startled and suddenly remembered Walmart. When was this Walmart founded?

I haven't paid attention to news about this before, but now I suddenly thought of them. I don't know if this company exists now. If so, how are they developing now?

It seems that after watching the Olympics this time, I have to ask old Carl to go back to America to investigate them thoroughly.

Allen is not trying to kill future competitors in the bud, but is ready to see whether they have any and how they have developed. If they have a certain scale, he will poach them first!

…

"Master...you are back. Duke Angus is here."

"Oh? Why is he here? Where is he?"

When Alan entered the house, he was still thinking about the supermarket. It was Hut's whispered reminder that brought him back to his senses.

I looked around the living room in confusion, but didn't see the fat figure.

"The Duke of Angus waited for a while, and I saw that he was not in a good mood, so I suggested that he go fishing at the lake, the same place you often go."

"Um...Where's William?"

"His Royal Highness William is taking etiquette lessons, and His Royal Highness Harry is taking English lessons."

"Okay... I'll take a shower and change my clothes first."

Alan took two steps and was about to go upstairs when he stopped and thought. Did Hutt just say that Angus seemed to be in a bad mood?

What to do when a man is in a bad mood?

drink wine!

"Hutt, ask Master Zong to make me some side dishes. I want to drink with Angus. We will drink Chinese liquor by the stream. Send someone to tell Angus to wait for me to take a bath and change clothes."

"Okay, young master. I'll send someone to inform him right away."

"Um……"

…

Changing into long sweatpants, a short-sleeved top, and slippers, Alan staggered to the creek where he often went fishing.

The terrain here is actually not very good. There is a small water hole and the water is relatively shallow. If you want to catch any big fish, forget it. It's mainly for fun. Not many people here like to play freshwater fishing in this kind of stream, so the small fish are relatively stupid and can be caught with some bait.

Angus was wearing a thin grey suit, his coat was nowhere to be found, and he had his white long shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his big hairy elbows. He sat on a heavy stool like a black bear, busying himself with a thin fishing rod.

…

Alan walked gently behind Angus, crossed his arms and just looked at him without saying a word.

When other people go fishing, they just throw the hook into the water and then wait patiently. But he was different. The fishing rod in his hand felt like a stick. It was more like poking the fish than fishing.

"If you keep doing this, you'll hardly ever catch a fish in your lifetime."

After looking at him, Alan couldn't stand his stupidity anymore, so he reminded him.

"Ouch, Fuck!"

Angus was startled by the sudden voice behind him and almost dropped the fishing rod in his hand. He turned his head with great effort and saw clearly that it was Alan.

"You're finally back. I've been waiting for you all afternoon!"

As he said this, he moved the fishing rod to the side and decided not to fish anymore.

…

Taking the stool, Alan walked towards the stream and placed it directly beside the shallows. This way, when he sat down, the stream water would cover his feet, and the cool water would feel very comfortable.

Angus looked at Alan's behavior and quickly imitated him. He kicked off his leather shoes, threw off his socks, and sat next to him with his butt sticking out and moving a small stool.

"What's going on? I heard from Hu Te that you were in a bad mood today. What have you been busy with recently?"

Alan stretched out his hand and took the cigarette handed to him by the servant. It was Sanwu, a very common brand.

Hand Angus one.

Angus looked at the filter-tipped cigarette with some disdain, but still took it.

"I just came back from London recently. I didn't even go back to Manchester. I came straight to see you."

"Why am I not at home every time you come to see me?"

Alan was speechless. What a coincidence! Almost every time this guy came, he was not at home.

"Why……"

Angus sighed and said, "I've been getting close to the Duke of Kent recently. I've been hanging out with him. He even invited me to go hunting in West Africa after Christmas after the Congress closes."

The Duke of Kent?

Allen was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, he finally remembered who this person was. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "How did you get mixed up with him?"

…

The Duke of Kent has a high title, a high status, and is extremely famous. His family situation is similar to Alan's. He inherited his father's title at the age of seven and has been extremely handsome since he was a child.

He joined the army in Scotland when he was young and worked everywhere. At the age of 24, he became a member of the House of Lords, and thus began his career as a veteran in the House of Lords for more than 30 years.

He was there the last time Alan went to the House of Lords to instigate Angus to cause trouble.

This old fellow was in his fifties. Although he was a duke, he lived a poor and destitute life and had a terrible reputation, which shocked the whole of England.

However, the biggest difference between him and Allen is that Allen has a high family background and is from a branch of the royal family. The Duke of Kent is the Queen's cousin, which means that he and the Queen have the same grandfather. To put it bluntly, they are royal relatives.

He, the Duke, is different from the Duke Angus. Angus's ancestor was the Duke of Manchester, which sounds very famous, but he, Angus, is a foreign official, and the royal family has no obligation to support his family.

Not mixing well...

If things don't go well, just sell the ancestral property.

But the Duke of Kent is different. He receives the salary of a royal family member every month, which is the standard treatment of a duke.

But even with such favorable conditions, this old man is still a moonlighter among the aristocrats.

Not only did he spend all his monthly salary, he also sold his property when he ran out of money.

They are all royal things. It is said that...

He even dared to sell his father's prince's crown, making him the top prodigal son in the British aristocracy.

…

Well……

Thinking of this, Alan looked at Angus with even weirder eyes.

As expected, birds of a feather flock together. This royal prodigal and the foreign minister prodigal really fell in love with each other. The Duke of Angus and the Duke of Kent are not much different in age, and their hobbies are both prodigals and blonde girls...

This pair of Crouching Dragon and Phoenix got together...

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"What are you looking at? Why are you looking at me? We are talking about serious matters! National affairs."

The Duke of Angus felt very uncomfortable when Alan looked at him like a fool. This look dealt a great blow to his self-esteem. He twisted his buttocks, and the small stool he was sitting on made a few noises under the weight.

"Humph... What big deal could you two have? Discussing how to sell the House of Lords?"

"Humph! Let me tell you, Alan, I really got some great news from the Duke of Kent this time! I didn't tell anyone, but the Duke of Kent told me because of our friendship."

"laugh……"

Alan sneered and blew a smoke ring in the direction of the stream. A fat white figure flew over the stream swayingly. When passing in front of Alan, a small stone fell squarely into the water, splashing a few small water droplets.

Then a very unpleasant "coo" sound was heard, and it flew away again.

"What a stupid fucking bird!"

Alan watched Xiao Huang making trouble and couldn't catch it.

…

"I'm talking to you!"

Seeing that Alan didn't take it seriously, the Duke of Angus supported Alan with his arm.

"Yeah, go ahead, I'm listening."

Angus looked around warily. The servants in Allen's house were quite knowledgeable about the rules. They knew that the two of them were talking here, so they stayed far away to avoid hearing anything they shouldn't hear.

Leaning closer to Alan again, Angus said in what he thought was the smallest voice: "The Duke of Newcastle's family... is extinct!"

"???"

Alan stared at Angus blankly for several seconds. Suddenly, goose bumps appeared on Alan's arms and his eyes widened.

"Extinct? What happened? Was it the Irish?"

Holy shit…

This is so scary, what does extinction mean?

The word "extinction" is usually used to describe the extinction of a certain type of animal.

Today it is used to describe a family, or a ducal family.

The meaning is very clear. No matter whether it is the heir of their family or the heir with their bloodline, they are all dead and there is no one to inherit the title, which means they are extinct.

This is too miserable!

Alan felt a little sad at this moment. Although he had never come into contact with the Duke of Newcastle's family, they were all from the same aristocracy and not too far away. How could they just become extinct?

…

Angus was about to put his hand over Allen's mouth, but was blocked by Allen in an instant.

"Keep your voice down. The higher-ups are telling us not to make it public for the time being. The situation has been a little tense recently. I heard from the Duke of Kent that this is the Queen's intention..."

"???"

Alan also took it seriously this time, and continued to ask in a low voice: "What happened? Wasn't it done by the Irish?"

This is what he is most concerned about. If it was done by the Irish, it would be too scary and even he would have to pay attention. Although the Irish have always preferred to go through France and then to England rather than enter through Wales, this did not affect Alan's vigilance.

"It is said that this generation of the Duke of Newcastle has not appeared in public for many years. It was not until the Queen asked us to count the number of nobles still alive, especially the upper class, that we found out that he had died of illness in June! Even the search for an heir was handled by the Ministry of Noble Affairs. After searching for several months, we still couldn't find anyone who was qualified to inherit the throne!"

The Duke of Angus felt sympathetic and spoke gossipy words to Alan.

…

"Oh...died of illness? That's good, that's good..."

Alan breathed a sigh of relief, his nervousness was in vain, but then he also smelled something unusual from this gossip.

It seems that the judgment made by several consultants at home and him was quite accurate. The situation has been tense recently. A duke's family has been exterminated. Such a big thing must be suppressed.

If the Duke of Kent had not made a mistake in choosing friends and told Angus this news, Allen would not have known this news now.

It's so fucking sad. It's been several months since he died and he only found out about it now.

Just think about how low-key these British aristocrats usually live. If the Queen didn't send people to do a count, it's possible that this kind of thing would be discovered only a few years later.

…

But such news instinctively made Alan a little nervous. He didn't know why he was nervous. Wales was very stable anyway. But he knew that something was about to happen and was watching it happen step by step.

That kind of...

The feeling of things gradually coming to light is both tense and exciting.

…

"Hey, what are you staring at? What do you think?"

Angus looked at Allen and remained silent after hearing the news, and he pushed Allen again.

Allen looked at the surface of the stream. The sun was about to set, and the water reflected a layer of golden color. He pretended to be nonchalant and said, "You said... there is no heir left in their family?"