Seoul Gimpo Airport seems to have been renamed as some international airport.
But it is not large in scale, with only two runways, one for cargo and one for passengers.
Moreover, there are relatively few international routes opened at Seoul Gimpo Airport. Allen's private plane had to transfer from Tokyo before arriving here.
In short, it's very troublesome.
After tidying up his hair a little, when the plane landed, Alan watched the stylist continue to tidy up William's hair.
It's already a bit chilly in Seoul in mid-September, so long sleeves are just right. I haven't gotten off the plane yet, so I can't feel it very noticeably.
…
Old Carl and a group of people were waiting in the parking area early. Several international flights had just landed. It was only a few days away from the opening ceremony, and the international flights were extremely frequent. Old Carl didn't care.
When the cabin was finally opened and more than a dozen bodyguards came down one after another, Alan finally appeared at the cabin door.
"Haha, how do you feel about being here these days?"
"Master, this place is really not good. The food is too bad. It's all pickled vegetables!"
Old Carl's expression was a little hard to describe. As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and introduced to Allen the people who would come to pick him up at the airport today.
The first one is a middle-aged Japanese man who is currently the branch president of Sony's sales area in Korea.
The second person, Park Jong-xi, is a reception specialist sent by South Korea.
There were a few more people after that. Alan looked over and saw them all nodding with smiles on their faces.
After getting to know everyone, Old Carl came to Alan and whispered, "Master, the convoy was transported here from the island country by Sony's people."
"Oh? That's thoughtful. Please thank them for me."
South Korea now uses left-hand drive, while Britain uses right-hand drive. Due to driving habits, it is unrealistic to bring a car from China over such a long distance. Apart from transferring a car from Hong Kong, the nearest place is the island country.
Don’t ask why, although they are both dogs, the island country does not learn from the Americans to use left-hand drive but instead learns from the British to use right-hand drive.
The reason is historical!
Upon hearing that Earl Allen was coming to Korea, the president of Sony was very considerate and personally came forward to gather more than a dozen Jaguars and dozens of Coasters to send over.
…
As he spoke, Alan's attention was drawn to the passenger planes that had landed before him.
There was no way. The two sides were very close, less than a hundred meters, only a few dozen meters away, and they could even see the style of each other's clothes clearly.
When he just got off the plane, Allen didn't pay attention to that side. He glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and saw the red logo on the other party's chest. He thought it was the Chinese delegation and felt a little familiar.
But now that all his attention was on the other person, Alan finally saw clearly.
This is not the Chinese delegation, they are the Russians from further north!
Grass!
…
Allen turned his head suddenly, stared coldly at the receptionist sent by South Korea, hooked his finger and said, "Come here."
Pointing at the Russians who were lining up next to him, Allen asked, "Did you deliberately arrange for me to land with them?"
"ah?"
Park Jong-xi was a little confused. When he looked in the direction Allen pointed, he saw who that group of people were and cold sweat broke out on his back.
Everyone in the world knows that the British and the Russians are sworn enemies. Now the Earl has just got off the plane, and the people standing so close to him are members of the Russian delegation.
It's fine when we don't see each other, but now we are so close, what if something goes wrong...
…
Seeing this little guy not saying anything, Alan could no longer contain his anger.
This is no joke, William hasn't gotten off the plane yet.
It was estimated that the other side had hundreds of people lined up. If they knew who he was and rushed over, and if he or William got injured, it would be a big deal!
Very very big ones!
I am being used as a gun. Not only that, but it may also be a warning to others.
At this critical moment, any small thing can be infinitely expanded into a big thing!
At an airport, the control tower should be very clear about how many planes will land within half an hour, an hour or even longer, and how to arrange the parking positions of each plane. All of these need to be under command.
In the current situation, the two sides are close to each other. If you say it was not intentional, Alan would not believe it even if you kill him.
Do Koreans dare to do this so blatantly?
Alan didn't know either. In a short period of time, the first person he thought of was the person who raised the dog!
Damn Yankees!
So fucking disgusting.
…
Allen swung his left hand and slapped Park Jong-xi hard in the face, who was still in a daze.
“Bang!”
The sound of the slap suddenly alerted dozens of bodyguards present, and some of them reached for their guns.
Old Carl was also a little confused. He looked at Alan with some confusion in his eyes, and then looked at Park Jong-xi, who was staggering after being slapped, with blood at the corner of his mouth and a swollen face.
"Look over there, Slav! Have someone protect William, and let's go quickly."
It's not that Allen is being pretentious, but there are too many people on the other side. Although they are nominally athletes and logistics personnel, looking at their neat formations, anyone who is not a fool can roughly guess the identities of the other side.
Who knows what these people are capable of?
A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. He should take a walk when he needs to.
He has nothing in his hands now, but if he had something, he would want to kill this bastard Park Jong-xi!
…
Only then did Old Carl take a closer look at the team in the distance and finally saw the other side's neat formation.
He turned around suddenly, glared at Park Jong-xi fiercely, and shouted, "Catch him! Protect the young master. Where is the convoy? Go and drive the car. Leave half of the people to move the things, and the rest should act quickly!"
"Send him to the embassy. No one can see him or let him out without me."
Allen watched as Old Carl finished arranging the action and added a sentence.
The time is too short now, and he still can't figure out the inside story. Is this Park Jong-xi's personal behavior, or is there really someone who instigated him? Anyway, no matter who it is, he is in trouble!
…
The welcoming ceremony that went smoothly ended so abruptly.
Alan and William sat in an inconspicuous Jaguar, which was invisible among ten Jaguars.
Old Carl waited until the convoy left the airport before he breathed a sigh of relief. Sitting in the passenger seat, he turned his head and glanced at Alan and said, "Master, what do you think?"
"What are you looking at! Have someone interrogate that bastard for me! Find out who ordered him to do this. Also, call Hu Te. Don't bring any subjective opinions. Tell him everything that happened today, word for word, and have him report to His Highness!"
"Yes! Master... then shall we go now? Sony has prepared a villa for you in the suburbs, the environment is better."
"Let's go to the hotel! I have to go to the mobilization meeting."
"OK."
…
The atmosphere in the car was very depressing. The more Alan thought about it, the angrier he became. Damn it, he had flown for more than ten hours and was already pissed off as soon as he got off the plane. And he was pissed off for no reason at all, and he was even given a cold shoulder by someone!
Who would feel good if this happened to them?
The Americans really have a good dog!
"Master?"
"What happened again?"
"Uh... Wei Dewei called me yesterday and said he wanted to see you."
"What is it?"
"He didn't say anything, but it seemed like he heard that you were coming over, so he wanted to give you a surprise."
“…”
Alan was now extremely angry, but he had no place to vent his anger. He was not in the mood for any surprises.
"Next time you call, tell him to just say it if you have something to say. I'm not in the mood for any surprises!"
"yes!"
…
Looking at the "scenery" outside the window, what are the Four Asian Tigers? This is like a fucking urban-rural fringe.
The roads are worse than those in Wales.
Occasionally you'll see people on the street riding bicycles, dressed in very rustic clothes.
Coming out of the airport, it is said that it is still 16 kilometers away from Seoul and 18 kilometers away from the hotel!
But there are small villages and dilapidated houses scattered on both sides of the road.
As for the construction level, based on his observations since the airport was built, Alan secretly weighed it in his mind. Let's not compare it with Britain, but with Hong Kong. Now in the vicinity of Seoul, Hong Kong is probably at least three or four times better than here, at least!
…
The British delegation is very generous in their efforts when it comes to international events.
When you go out, you have to book the entire hotel.
Moreover, as for an international event like the Olympics, you could say that Great Britain is not taking it seriously, but they sent a delegation of several hundred people.
You can say he cares about it.
In the past, whenever it came to football or other sports, the United Kingdom would form four national teams, and everyone played their own game and no one was willing to give in to the other. But when it came to the Olympics, the flag became the Union Jack, and they didn't separate. Everyone was together, and even the results didn't matter.
Alan is under very little pressure this time. He is just a representative of the royal family. He will go to the hotel, hold a meeting, make a speech and boost morale.
The event Charles cares most about is equestrianism!
Apart from horsemanship, nothing else matters.
As for the equestrian competition, Allen has absolute confidence. Several contestants this time are said to be elites selected from the royal equestrian troupe.
This is a killer weapon. As for medals, it is almost within my grasp.
…
After the convoy entered Seoul, although it was close to the Olympic Games, it was amazing that there were very few people watching the excitement on the streets, and the few people who did come were very orderly.
As for homeless people, there wasn't even a single one!
The city looked relatively clean, which impressed Alan.
This is a good thing about the little stick, and it is more in line with their publicity.
…
Seeing Alan staring out the window, Old Carl glanced at William who was sleeping with his head tilted, and whispered, "Master, I heard some interesting things these days."
"Oh? Tell me about it!"
"Look for some shops with blue signs and big letters on them on the streets. They are shelters."
"Oh? What do you mean?"
After hearing old Carl's introduction, Allen discovered that there were at least a dozen shelters on the roadside, just by taking a few casual glances, and that was just on this road.
Why does South Korea build so many shelters?
Are they so rich now? Do they have good welfare?
…
"Haha, I heard from the people at Sony that a month ago, there were still homeless people on their streets, but later these people gradually disappeared and were all taken to shelters."
“Isn’t this good?”
I didn’t expect Koreans to have such love.
"Hey... these people are like slaves. Once they are caught, there is no hope of getting out. They work illegally in there without any salary. They work day and night. I heard that in just half a month, thousands of people have disappeared. Even if these people die, they are sold to hospitals for research."
"Hiss...is this true?"
Alan was a little surprised. Are Koreans playing so...openly?
"Really? These shelters are all contracted out, privately owned. As long as you pay money, they can be opened. The bosses also need to organize their own people to catch the criminals. If they catch them, they will get money! Look how clean their streets are. They are afraid of being caught."
Old Carl pointed gleefully at a shelter in the distance.
There was a commotion at the door. A man with messy hair, who was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman, was wearing a prison uniform, with his hands tightly grasping the ground. Behind him were a few Koreans holding black sticks, who beat him on the back with the sticks and then dragged him by the ankles into the shelter.
When the convoy got closer, the group of people saw that the convoy seemed very nervous, and a few more people came out and surrounded the man on the ground. The first few people even bowed to the convoy.
Such a magical scene left Alan stunned.
I haven't even been so open and aboveboard in Wales. Koreans are so awesome!
I’ve learned a lot!
…
Because he was upset, Alan didn't speak at the meeting at the hotel. He showed up and, in his capacity as Charles' personal assistant and Earl of Carmarthen, said a few words to the athlete representatives, especially those participating in the equestrian competition.
Alan was responsible for keeping an eye on these people, and then after they won the gold medals, he would report the good news to Charles, and the mission would be accomplished.
I remember that Princess Anne, as the first member of the royal family, also participated in the Olympic equestrian competition.
Alan's own horsemanship is just average, but that doesn't stop him from appreciating it.
…
After two days of adjustment in the hotel, it was 10:30 am on September 17, 1988, at the Seoul Sports Complex.
The audience area closer to the podium is in a small space separated by more than thirty bodyguards.
Alan handed the Xiaomi flag in his hand to William.
"Wait a minute, when I remind you, just wave this little flag, okay?"
“I know!”
William was a little impatient. The stadium was very lively today. Allen did not sit on the podium, but brought him here to watch the opening ceremony.
William picked up the telescope hanging on his chest and looked around carefully, feeling curious about everything.
As the flag was raised and various leaders finished their speeches, a chorus began and the cultural performance began, with the theme song of this Olympic Games, "Hand in Hand".
Alan listened to the lyrics being sung by Koreans. There was a line in the lyrics that said, "Holding hands, we will begin to understand that we must break down the barriers that have long existed between us, our iron wall, Arirang. We give our all at every moment, and we feel that the sacred fire will always burn in the hearts of mankind."
Everyone knows that breaking the iron wall is a satire on the Berlin Wall and the situation on a larger scale.
But Allen happened to think of the person who was captured by Koreans and taken to the shelter when he came out of the airport and entered the city a few days ago.
How fucking ironic.
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