Until returning to Wales on the 8th.

The one-week mysterious trip to Iceland ended happily.

Alan returned to Wales exhausted both physically and mentally.

Pain and happiness!

He always felt like something was wrong.

It was clearly his own "bachelor party".

But why do I always feel that this woman Eleonora Giorgi is more excited than me?

Whose "bachelor party" is this?

Am I at a disadvantage?

Both of them are Italians, and Alan feels very satisfied with Monica, but with Eleonora, although he also feels satisfied, Alan always feels that he is at a disadvantage.

The only advantage is that when playing with Eleonora, you can replenish your energy at any time, which is more humane!

…

On January 9, Alan got up very early, at around eight o'clock.

Today is the first day of school, and he is going to take William and Harry, the three brothers, to school together.

Just think about how miserable it is, an earl brother, with two younger prince brothers, traveled a long way to go to school hundreds of miles away from home.

Isn’t it pitiful?

…

"When you get to school, call if you have any problems. Do you hear me? Don't hit the kids."

Alan sat on the far left, William sat on the far right, with Harry, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, in between.

"Cousin, didn't you say that in Wales I could beat anyone I wanted?"

William raised his chin, and the naughty boy looked dissatisfied.

"Idiot! Can't you beat them secretly without the teacher's knowledge? After beating them, you will cry first and go to the teacher to complain. Do you hear me? Pay attention to your image."

"Yeah! I know, Harry and I have practiced this!"

“…”

Alan looked at Harry's face and saw a red mark on it. He thought it must be caused by William.

He reached out and poked Harry and said, "Wake up, we're almost at school. Do you remember what I told you?"

“Remember!”

Harry answered subconsciously, half asleep.

Alan took them both to school first, and then asked the driver to take him to school.

Now this car is a very ordinary mass-produced Land Rover, a dark green first-generation Land Rover Discovery with five seats. There is not even a family emblem on the car. Alan feels that this is already very low-key!

This time when he came to school, he found a few houses around the school. They were usually used for parking and temporary rest for bodyguards. There were people on duty at the elementary school and the university.

In addition, he also brought a small crew with him, and planned to shoot some food films when he was free, and then make it into a documentary.

…

After hesitating for a long time, Allen finally chose the major of logistics under the business school.

This major is still somewhat useful to him, whether he is managing a company in the future or recruiting people to work for him, it will be very convenient.

Others go to college to attend classes for fun, to learn knowledge, to fall in love, etc.

But Allen went to college mainly to poach new employees.

The Business School of Cardiff University is very strong overall, especially its logistics major, which is ranked among the best in the industry. The school has even established a professional logistics research institute for this purpose.

A group of senior experts and professors provide various latest theoretical research support.

…

There was no awkward opening ceremony because it had already been held a few days in advance, and Alan could just come and join the class directly. He didn't even have a fixed class.

He only received some textbooks, and the admissions director Joel gave him a course schedule, allowing Allen to arrange it himself and attend whatever class he wanted.

…

Wearing a mask, blue jeans, a trendy jacket with a Union Jack pattern on it, and a shoulder bag on his back, Alan staggered to the common classroom following the instructions on the school map.

The classroom was quite large, but there were not many people. There were about thirty people sitting scattered around. A middle-aged female teacher was sitting on the side of the stage, writing something with her head down.

…

"Hey, brother!"

A thin white man with red curly hair and freckles on his face looked at Allen with his shoulder bag, walked straight to him, and took the initiative to greet Allen in a low voice.

“Eh…”

It has been many years since he had this feeling. Wherever he went, people would greet him. Today, a peer of similar age actually greeted Alan in this way.

This felt very fresh to Alan.

"Come sit inside. I like to sit by the side."

Alan threw his schoolbag on the table, raised his chin, and subconsciously directed the little curly-haired boy to sit inside and make room for him.

Maybe it was because his aura was too strong. Listening to Alan's extremely hoarse and low voice, the little curly-haired boy subconsciously bent over and stood up to make room for Alan.

…

When Alan pressed down the spring chair and leaned back in his seat, Curly looked at Alan and saw that he was sitting down with a mask on, and couldn't help feeling a little strange.

This thing...

It's okay to wear a mask if you have a cold, but in foreign countries, in public places, except for celebrities, it is considered very impolite for ordinary people to wear a mask. It's a bit secretive.

But looking at Alan's profile and his blond hair, the more he looked familiar, especially the voice just now, it seemed like I had heard it somewhere before.

"Brother... who are you?"

Alan pulled down his mask suddenly, smiled at the little curly-haired boy, and quickly pulled the mask back up.

"Oh!!! Fuck."

The little curly-haired boy screamed and quickly covered his mouth.

…

"Do you know me?"

“Hmmmm!”

Alan nodded, looking at the horrified look on Curly's face with satisfaction.

Judging from his reaction, you can tell he is Welsh.

This kind of thing is like a wild dog meeting a lion in the wild.

Born with blood suppression.

People from other places might be surprised at first and curious at second when they see him.

But the Welsh people are the only ones who have heard the legend of his family from generation to generation. When they see him in real life, their first feeling is mostly fear.

Even if Alan smiled at them, they were still afraid.

This is the result of hundreds of years of the Hill family's achievements. As long as their family members stand here, they can intimidate most Welsh people without saying anything.

…

"Sir...I...I...I...I...didn't expect it to be you."

The little curly-haired boy had completely lost his cheerfulness and could not even speak fluently.

Alan reached into his schoolbag, took out a small box, and threw it directly into the little curly-haired boy's arms, saying, "As the first classmate I know, this is a little toy for you."

"ah?"

Little Curly was a little confused when he saw the small box that was accurately thrown into his hands.

"Thank you, sir... My name is George Clare, you can just call me George."

"Um……"

…

Alan watched the teacher walk up to the podium and start the lecture. Some of the students who were still lying down were attracted by the teacher's movements and raised their heads.

There was not a single black person in the entire class, but there were several Asian faces.

"George, are these Asians international students?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Uh...those two are from island countries, and that one is from the Philippines."

George quietly opened the small box and found a delicate metal badge inside.

He recognized the pattern on it; it was the Hill family crest. He shook it with his hand and found it still had some weight. There were words engraved on the back - for the classmates of Allen Hill.

It was a very interesting and face-saving little gift. Before he had time to take a closer look at it, he heard Alan's question and quickly closed the box. George was very servile and pointed at the three Asian classmates and introduced their origins to Alan one by one.

…

“Islanders and Filipinos?”

Alan blinked. The Japanese were understandable, as they were still very rich, but the Filipinos...

Cardiff University seems to be ranked in the top dozens in the UK, but the tuition fee is not cheap, nearly 9,000 pounds a year!

This is not cheap even for many locals, let alone Filipinos?

“Does our school offer preferential treatment to international students?”

Alan subconsciously thought that this was preferential treatment from the school, such as scholarships, round-trip fare, etc., not to mention assigning classmates to study with him.

…

"Preferential treatment? What preferential treatment?"

Alan's question left George stunned, as it touched upon his blind spot in knowledge.

Looking at the confused George, Allen hooked his finger, asked him to come closer, and whispered to him the so-called preferential conditions as he understood them.

"???"

"No, sir... our school doesn't need it. The tuition for international students is more expensive than that for local students. How can there be any preferential treatment? Even if there is preferential treatment, shouldn't we give priority to our own people? How can it be the turn of these foreigners?"

"Um?"

Alan was stunned, but when he thought about it, there were countless foreigners who wanted to study in Britain every year. If every international student was given preferential treatment, Britain would have gone bankrupt long ago.

These international students come here not only to study, but also to supplement the school's financial revenue.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's right."

Although Allen can understand some preferential treatment sometimes, it still sounds uncomfortable!

Just like he used to like playing online games occasionally.

What are the strategies used in most online games?

If old players invite new players to play, the new players will receive certain rewards. If old players return to play the game again, they will also receive certain rewards. However, if old players have been playing the game continuously, they will not receive any rewards at all!

I've been playing games the whole time, but I feel like I'm being treated differently. That's fucking stupid!

But think about it, game companies also need to recruit new members to expand their revenue and influence.

Why……

Just bear with it, what else can you do?

…

Alan didn't even take out his books. He listened to two theoretical classes on the history and future prospects of the logistics industry. At noon, he handed his schoolbag to George and asked him to take care of it. Alan would come to see him in the afternoon.

After giving the instructions, Alan put one hand in his pocket and slowly walked out of the school.

The school is small, but that has its advantages. It's just like going to high school. After class, you can walk out of the school gate in a few steps. There's not even a security guard.

…

At the low-key gate of Cardiff University, three dark green Land Rover Discoveries are parked next to the curb next to the sidewalk.

Alan went straight to the middle car, opened the door and got in.

Ceylon was sitting in the innermost seat. Seeing Alan handing over a bottle of unlabeled water, he said, "Sir, you are finally out. How do you feel about your first day of class?"

Allen took the water, leaned back in his chair, and said calmly, "That's all. I want to skip class. It's meaningless."

"Hahaha."

Ceylon covered her mouth and laughed.

Sure enough, no matter how noble a person's status is, they feel the same when it comes to going to school.

"Sir...what should we do at noon? Are we going to shoot today?"

"Just shoot. We'll shoot sooner or later."

Alan glanced around, picked up the pen in Ceylon's hand, put it on the armrest next to him and turned it around.

Wait until the pen tip slowly stops and points in a direction.

Alan pointed in the direction of the pen tip and said, "Just go over there! Drive over there and eat whatever you see!"

"ah?"

Ceylon had already made preparations, and several well-known restaurants had also prepared advance plans, but they didn't expect Alan to just point in a direction so casually.

…

"Of course, there is a lot of randomness when ordinary people eat takeout. I know you have made preparations, but for high-end places, we should intersperse them with shots, and also take pictures of places where ordinary people often eat."

Alan closed his eyes and signaled the driver to drive.

…

In front of the Good Luck Supermarket, three Land Rovers slowly stopped and several photographers in vests got out of the cars with equipment.

Following the direction Alan pointed, the most eye-catching thing here is this supermarket.

It's not a restaurant, it's a supermarket.

But it doesn’t matter much, many people also go to places like this for meals.

If we look at it from an Eastern perspective, when it comes to dining, no matter how bad the environment is, it has to be at least a fly-infested restaurant.

But in the West, many people just buy ready-made meals in the supermarket and they’re done for one meal!

Life moves fast!

Although the overall pace of life in Wales is slow, for office workers, they don't cook for themselves because it is a waste of time, and many people don't know how to cook.

Just buy some bread, sandwiches or something like that in the supermarket and have a meal.

The current Good Luck Supermarket is slightly better. On the right side of the entrance, next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, there are three four-person fast food tables, and next to them there are also water dispensers and microwave ovens.

This is good, as it allows people who want to eat hot food to heat it up themselves.

…

The boss was a fat old man wearing a bright red plaid shirt. He was lying in a rocking chair reading a newspaper. He was startled by the dozen people who suddenly came in with cameras in their hands.

He thought it was a TV station interviewing him.

The boss stood up awkwardly and wanted to tidy up his clothes, but when he saw the camera was pointed at him, he quickly smiled and said, "Welcome, my friends, you..."

"Boss, here's the thing, we're filming a documentary, a food show, have you ever seen this kind of thing?"

Ceylon put his hands in front of him and took the initiative to approach the boss.

“I’ve seen it!”

The boss looked at his small supermarket and blinked, still not quite understanding what this group of people were planning to do. How could his place have anything to do with food?

…

Ceylon glanced at the wall behind the counter. There was a price list of drinks, including coffee and black tea. There were also some alcoholic beverages in the cabinet next to it. A sign prohibiting minors from drinking was placed in the most conspicuous place.

…

Alan walked around the counter and finally went to the fresh-keeping area.

The variety is not too rich, there are vegetable sandwiches, pre-made burgers, and even pre-made French fries, which you can ask the boss to heat up.

Allen, who had never eaten like this before, pulled a crew member who had been following him and asked, "Uh... How do ordinary people usually eat?"