"Dear Margaret Hilda Thatcher, I didn't want to respond to your disrespectful remarks, but given your shallow cognition and poor vocabulary, I think it is necessary for me to respond to your remarks."

"First of all, I think it is very rude and ignorant to make inappropriate remarks about the royal family and the nobility during working hours instead of doing official business properly."

"The economic situation of the empire is well known, and you are like an old kangaroo lying in the office, stroking your bloated belly, waiting for someone to feed you."

"No matter how educated Lady Diana was, I think first of all, in terms of appearance, the difference between you and her is like the difference between a bedbug and a swan. This is an indisputable fact. In my decades of life experience, this is the first time I have encountered a bedbug accusing a swan and giving it advice on how to make itself more beautiful."

"Ignorant, stupid, and foolish, just as you said, under your hairdo that looks like a doghouse where dozens of dogs have been lying for years, it seems like there is a large tumor growing above your neck instead of your brain."

"Your loose skin is like that of a Shar Pei dog, and your cloudy eyes have a cloudy and even stupider faint light like a bug."

"I still remember when I was a child, I was looking through family notes in the library at home, and I had a particularly deep memory of a little girl named Maggie."

"This little girl Maggie comes from a family of ordinary people. Her father is a small grocery store owner, and her mother is a food store owner. The kind-hearted little girl Maggie goes to help her mother's food store every day."

"Later, she was admitted to Oxford and embarked on the path of a prestigious university. She hated her previous class and was determined to climb up. During her time at school, she got to know various organizations and was extremely active."

"After she graduated, she found out that the upper class did not accept a commoner like her at all, and the so-called organizations she joined were just children's playthings."

"Until one day... oh... Maggie met her idol, a handsome baron. She boldly expressed her love to the baron, but her sarcastic face was obvious. Such a purposeful approach made the baron very disgusted, and... he ruthlessly rejected her."

"After learning from her mistakes, Ms. Maggie reached out to another introverted and weak wealthy businessman. Hmm... let me think, his name seems to be Dennis? A wealthy businessman who is eleven years older than Ms. Maggie and married for the second time."

"This time the result was perfect... The rich businessman fell in love with him and vowed to give all his money to his sweetheart Maggie to support her dream."

"Oh, by the way... the book also records what Miss Maggie said when she confessed her love to the baron. I am Margaret Hilda Thatcher. Hello, you can call me by my nickname - Maggie."

Ceylon swallowed when she saw this. She didn't know who this Maggie was before, but now she knew.

This melon...

Too big!

So exciting!

His Excellency the Earl is so talented in single-player battles that no one can resist such gossip!

This kind of inside gossip is so exciting!

Even she, an experienced host who works in the media, is interested in it, let alone ordinary people.

"By the way...Ms. Maggie, did you receive the gift I asked my servants to give you? It is a crown I asked them to weave out of straw. I guess this is what you have always dreamed of. As for the toilet brush, it is for you to brush your teeth. I hope that after you improve your personal hygiene, you can continue to work hard for the empire."

"Of course... If you feel too stressed out recently, I sincerely recommend you go to Gambia to relax and eat some black truffles or something."

"Alan Hill, the hereditary Earl of Carmarthen, who you accused of being worthless and mediocre, to Ms. Maggie, who was born a commoner decades ago and tried to climb up the social ladder, became Prime Minister and looked down on the nobility."

…

Ceylon withdrew his gaze and wanted to drink some water, so he gently picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

When did this happen?

Could you tell me more?

It feels so good to eat the melon first-hand on the spot!

Look at... Miss Maggie.

hiss……

How corny. Now think about how that person looks now. Eh…

Ceylon didn't even dare to think about what kind of reaction this letter, which should be called a response letter, would bring if it was published in the newspaper tomorrow.

As for the other active personal attacks, none of them used any curse words, such as "fuck" and "bitch", which are too childish!

For the first time, she felt that English vocabulary was not so limited.

Plus the most important one.

What kind of woman would actively pursue a wealthy businessman who is 11 years older than her and is divorced?

Anyway, normal civilian women definitely believe in freedom of love, and at the very least they want to find someone they like and who is not too much older than them.

This kind of behavior of trying to hook up with rich men is common no matter where you are, but once it is exposed, you will definitely be despised.

Anyway, Ceylon’s biggest feeling now is that one should not provoke such hereditary nobles, especially such villains who have succeeded in their careers.

It is very likely that all the flattering actions they performed when they were just starting out were recorded, and who knows what will happen one day.

This group may seem inconspicuous, but they are the small group that truly holds the most authentic information. Just because they didn’t say it before... doesn’t mean they don’t know it!

When they think they are at the peak of their lives, a piece of genuine insider information is placed in front of them. They may be smug one second, but unable to smile the next.

really……

Ceylon was still immersed in the shock of the response letter when he saw his boss, Sir Allen, stand up and rummage through the bookshelf. He took out an album, selected some from it, and handed a photo to him.

"Boss, what is this?"

Ceylon looked at the blonde girl in the photo, who had a flattering look on her face and was raising a glass to toast a man who was not handsome but dressed very gorgeously.

Judging from the shape of the woman's face, the more I look at it, the more familiar it becomes.

This is……?

…

“No picture, no truth. Have you ever heard this saying?”

Ceylon nodded subconsciously. Wow, the boss is really professional and can even draw pictures himself.

Alan smiled and said, "I will ask Huth to go to Cardiff University to discuss with the president about next year's donation to the school. And you...can help me go to the BBC headquarters to visit my seniors."

“…”

Ceylon opened his mouth again and broke out in a cold sweat. Although the BBC cannot cover the sky with one hand, they are definitely a giant in all media fields in Britain.

With Alan officially moving into Cardiff University, he theoretically became a true member of the BBC's family.

There is no way around it, because most of the current senior executives of the BBC are teachers of the Media Department at Cardiff University, and those middle and lower-level staff are his seniors, they are all his own people!

The BBC headquarters building is the teaching building and internship base for Cardiff University's journalism and media major!

Now he asked Butler Hutt to talk to the president of Cardiff University about next year's donation. The meaning was very simple. People from the same family should help each other. Although he had never met those seniors, he had money and status. As long as the money was in place, the old president would make a few phone calls...

A large media support faction emerged instantly, and such relationships were much more powerful than Ceylon’s personal relationships!

"Okay, boss. I'll go right away. Don't worry!"

Ceylon took a deep breath. The public opinion dispute was about to begin. She didn't know what preparations Thatcher had made, but for her boss, she believed that today's negative news was just an appetizer. More serious things were still to come. It would depend on the feedback tomorrow after this response letter was sent out. How long had it been since Britain had been so lively?

…

Early the next morning, Thatcher looked at everyone who greeted her along the way with a strange expression, until she walked back to the office and saw what was on the table, her defense broke for the first time!

On her office, there was a brand new toilet brush still in its plastic bag, and a bottle of toilet cleaner next to it.

On the other side...

There were also several videotapes!

In the middle of the desk, there is something that looks like a bird's nest made of straw.

After reading the contents of the newspaper, Thatcher threw the newspaper on the table, looked at the toilet brush on the table, and said angrily: "Fuck! Fuck!"

As I get older, my heart aches whenever I get angry.

The secretary quickly brought a cup of black tea and put several sugar cubes in it before handing it to Thatcher.

“Him!!! He!!!”

Thatcher pointed at the toilet brush and said to him for a long time without saying anything. Then he looked at the videotapes next to him and asked, "What are these videotapes?"

Without waiting for the secretary to reply, Thatcher picked up the videotape on the table.

Fuck!

"???"

When people are angry, they pick up a videotape and watch it. The name of the videotape sounds like a curse on themselves. How does that feel?

"Prime Minister! Prime Minister?! What's wrong with you?"

The secretary half-hugged Thatcher, looking worried.

After a few seconds, Thatcher opened her eyes. If she could win, she would have driven a tank to Wales and killed the country earl with her own hands!

This is too much!

What does it mean that if you are stressed, go to Gambia to relax and eat some black truffles?

Then, he sent me the videotape!

She knew exactly what was in the video!

This is a guide and evaluation experience for women’s happy journey!

Do I need you to send it to me?

Thatcher looked at the so-called crown that looked like a bird's nest on the desk and felt that it was mocking her ignorance and stupidity.

…

Ever since Allen sent out that response letter, the British media has been celebrating like Christmas.

The heat of the news overshadowed the heat of the opening of Congress.

Have you ever seen what it means for everyone to eat melons?

As the birthplace of paparazzi, this has historical roots!

The British people are very repressed and they like to gossip, but they pretend to be serious on the surface.

But the sales of various newspapers in the past few days have betrayed them.

Some serious people who don't have newspaper subscriptions at home, on their way to work in the morning, pass by a newsstand, cough gently, and say "Boss...do you have...hmm?" With a raised eyebrow and a look, the newsstand owner will know what newspaper he wants.

This was a top-notch hot news in which the Prime Minister personally intervened and was counterattacked by Master Allen, revealing big news!

Anyway, no matter whether it is the Prime Minister or the noble lord, in the eyes of ordinary people, they are not good people and are far away from them, but everyone is still very enthusiastic about eating their gossip.

There were even some old liars who came forward to testify that the old photo in the newspaper that day was of a banquet he had attended when he was young, and that he had been present there. They then gave an emotional account of the situation at that time, and finally sighed that they never thought that the woman would eventually become prime minister.

And then... after you're done talking and have a story, you can also get hundreds or thousands of pounds in news fees!

All kinds of news, true or false, keep emerging, and the Prime Minister is busy putting out the fire, and seems to be a little overwhelmed.

…

Alan was eagerly waiting for Thatcher's response. He had even prepared the draft of the second essay and had taken out the pictures. He was just waiting for the other party to confront him.

but……

After waiting for a few days, there was still no response.

Instead of waiting for Thatcher's response, he received an invitation from Diana, who invited him to sit in a cafe in Cardiff.

Watching the bodyguard wearing a small vest and disguising himself as an honest and simple cleaner tiptoeing out of the classroom, Alan read the small note handed to him by the bodyguard and wondered when his aunt came to Wales.

I stood up, said hello to George, and didn't care about the class anymore, I hurried to keep the appointment.

…

“Alan!”

Diana had heavy bags under her eyes, but she looked in good spirits. She smiled and waved to Alan.

"Aunt, why are you here? Why don't you just call?"

Alan twisted his neck and looked at Diana, who was wearing a black dress.

"I know you're in school, so keep a low profile. What would you like to drink?"

"Lemon tea, please."

…

It was a little after ten o'clock in the coffee shop and there weren't many people. In addition, both of them were wearing masks and were surrounded by bodyguards disguised as guests, so the environment for talking was relatively safe.

After the waiter brought tea and snacks, Diana first looked at Alan, took off her mask and smiled, "I never thought that one day Alan would be able to help me."

Alan blinked without saying anything, reached out for a small croissant, tore it in half, and started eating.

He thought Diana was here to say these words of thanks, but...

Is this something to be thanked for?

Not to mention that they are related by blood. Although Diana is not much older than him, she is kind-hearted and even introduced him to a date. We are all family, so no need to thank him!

…

"I don't really care what she says about me."

Seeing that Alan didn't say anything, Diana's smile disappeared. She sighed and looked out the window, as if she was thinking about something.

"She's not the only one who said that to me."

"???"

Alan wiped his hands with a tissue and looked a little unhappy.

This...

It sounds very sad. A princess is like a traffic bag. Anyone can pick her up and criticize her to get some attention. It's really damn shameful.

The main reason was that she didn't provoke them, but some people still took the initiative to talk about her.

The most annoying thing is that the people who talk about her are usually the ones who are also bad at talking about her, and they like to point fingers at her from the moral high ground.