"Hi!"

Zhengyuan Changlong was so anxious that he even spoke his native language. Alan looked at him and felt that he wanted to kneel down and kowtow to him on the spot.

"Okay, take the information."

After explaining everything, Alan waved his hand and started to chase people away.

When the power of both parties is completely unequal, you can be more flexible in doing business.

When Allen was negotiating business with Sony, he at least put on some superficial effort.

But there is no need to cooperate with such a small and undeveloped civilian family.

He just asked for it directly, how dare they refuse?

You try...

…

Now Zhengyuan Changlong is sensible. As long as he understands the benefits of his investment, when the time comes to discuss business, it will be their family members who will come and take the initiative to talk to Alan.

When the time comes, won’t the terms you negotiate be whatever you want?

If they have a good attitude, then I will reduce the stake and act like a kind-hearted noble lord, which will be considered as a reward for their hard work.

Even if he had investigated Saria's general operating model clearly, why didn't Allen just follow their model and invest in them first?

Because what he lacks now is not the model, but talent!

They have nearly a hundred chain stores. Even if they only take out two employees from each store, these experienced people can help Allen expand the number of hundreds of prospective store managers with theoretical experience in a short period of time.

With these experiences, how many detours would he have avoided?

These talents are what Allen cares about the most. Most of them are from the island countries. Can he force them from the island countries to Wales by using tough measures?

That's so tiring.

As long as he injects capital into Salia, he only needs to say a few words, and these people will happily come to work for him in the name of teaching abroad, receiving high subsidies from Master Allen, right?

This method is so gentle and can make money.

It is the people who are valuable, not their Saizeriya store.

Allen was also attracted by these experienced people, not their chain stores.

…

In February in Cardiff, Wales, the temperature was 7 or 8 degrees Celsius, with a slightly chilly sea breeze blowing. The climate has begun to warm up.

Cardiff Queen Street Station, also known as Queen Street Station.

This is the second busiest railway station after the Central Railway Station.

Of course... this busyness is compared with the local train station in Cardiff. For a small city with a population of about 200,000, their busyness may be a little different from the busyness that ordinary people perceive.

As Bert Milic got off the train, he looked at this old train station which was opened in 1840 and it still had a strong historical atmosphere.

The entire train station is an old-style building, with each platform made up of bricks.

The secretary and business staff behind him took their luggage and walked forward along the station.

When passing by the ninth platform, a woman wearing a scarf was standing under the ninth platform with a sketchbook, writing and drawing on the platform pillar.

Bert Milicic, his eyes blurry, pushed up his glasses and watched the woman draw a circle on the column and write a strange number on it.

Nine and three quarters.

"Heh... Strange Welsh people, what are they doing? Are they so poor that they have to divide the platform into several parts?"

Bert Milic turned around and complained to his secretary. When he was near the exit, he saw several bodyguards holding a sign with his name on it. Bert Milic quickly put on a gentle smile.

…

After getting in touch with the bodyguards who were waiting to pick him up, Bert Milic patted his clothes nervously, then took the small mirror handed to him by his secretary and carefully checked his face to see if there was any spot that was not done properly. Finally, he smoothed his Mediterranean hair with his right hand, took a few deep breaths and said, "Okay... where is Sir Hutt? He must have been waiting for a long time, take me there quickly."

Today, at the invitation of Lord Huth, steward of the Earl of Carmarthen in Wales, Bert Milledge, Chairman of the English Football Association, came to visit with his team.

Bert Milic didn't know what the other party wanted to talk to him about. The other party only said that he wanted to meet him to convey the young earl's ideas and discuss business.

Bert Milic no longer cared whether it was business or not, but as the chairman of the English Football Association, what he cared about most was that this was an invitation from an earl!

Although I may not be able to meet the earl on this trip, it would be great to meet Sir Hut!

…

To the outside world, the English Football Association, which is hated by all English League One teams, can be said to be the supreme existence.

But in the eyes of some people, the English Football Association is just a small department that can be summoned and dismissed at will.

This kind of semi-civilian organization theoretically has no rights. All their rights are limited to the field of football and are also subject to regional restrictions.

The area under their jurisdiction is also limited to England and Wales.

Scotland and Northern Ireland are not under their jurisdiction.

For Bert Milic, the FA chairman who was called to Thatcher's office and scolded in the face last year, as an old man in his 50s, Earl Allen was a person so high above him that he could never reach him even in his dreams.

…

Even though he could sometimes meet members of the royal family, the distance between these traditional hereditary aristocrats and people like him was still too great.

Until some time ago, the Earl "criticized" the old woman who was hated so much by Bert Militch in the House of Lords.

This has forced Bert Milic to take out his collection of newspapers and read them every day recently so that he can work properly.

It feels so good, so satisfying!

Finally, a noble lord stood up and denounced this old woman.

Now, his Excellency's steward actually invited them to meet in Wales for the first time.

Upon hearing the news, after confirming it again and again, Bert Milic immediately booked the nearest train ticket, and without stopping, he took a few of his trusted associates and came to Wales.

Don't ask them why they don't fly.

You have to wait for a plane, and going to the airport is a waste of time. It is not as convenient as taking a train. And taking a train is cheaper!

…

In a luxurious hotel in Cardiff, Bert Militch finally met Sir Huth who was waiting for him there.

"Hello, Sir Hutt! It's a pleasure to see you. Are you feeling well?"

The first time Bert Milic saw Hut, he quickly trotted over, stretched out his hands and grabbed Hut's right hand, recalling the aristocratic etiquette he had learned in the past few days, and greeted him first.

Although he is older than Huth, it is always better to be polite. You can't just ask him if the weather is good, right?

That's too stupid.

The Earl dared to reprimand Thatcher in public in the House of Lords just because Thatcher did not salute him. This shows that he cares very much about etiquette issues, which is a very traditional old-fashioned aristocratic idea.

Such noble lords and their butlers must have the same personalities as them.

So Bert Milic gave Huth a severe shock in terms of etiquette as soon as they met.

Very standard. As the chairman of the English Football Association, you have a wide range of knowledge, right?

…

"Sit down and talk."

Huth acted a little cold. He had been promoted to the Jazz for several years, and his mentality was no longer the same as when he first met Patrice, when he wanted to tell everyone that he was the Jazz.

Now Hut is somewhat famous. Everyone knows that this traditional old butler is very gentlemanly and a very traditional aristocratic butler.

Bert Milic didn't care about Huth's attitude. It was enough for him to be able to talk. It was normal to be a little arrogant. That's it!

He asked his secretary to take out his notebook and pen, looking like he was ready to take this seriously.

…

Huth looked at Bert Milic's style and nodded with satisfaction. "My master had some plans for this year's World Cup some time ago. His Highness asked my master to be in charge of supervising the affairs of the England men's football team going to the World Cup. Did you know about this?"

In front of outsiders or strangers, Hut would not call Alan by his name directly. That would be something a country bumpkin who doesn't know the rules would do. He would only say "my master", which refers to Alan.

And Bert Milich knew what he meant.

"Sir, I know the news, but the Earl has not contacted us. We really don't know whether we should take the initiative to disturb you."

…

For every major sporting event, the royal family would send people to supervise the event. This was not to let these nobles manage the entire team, the purpose was to gild them and to be just a figurehead. It didn't matter whether they did any work or not.

Just like the 1988 Seoul Olympics, Allen went there to get a gold medal, but failed...

Boss Cha has finally found an opportunity. This year there is the World Cup, and it is a good opportunity to place Allen in the position. In the name of a royal special envoy, Allen, the Earl, will be in charge of supervising the battle.

Bert Milic, as the chairman of the English Football Association, knew about this matter. He thought that the gentleman would at most go to watch a game, but who knew that he was invited here today and was related to this matter?

Hutt clapped his hands lightly, and the servant outside the door came in with a list and gently placed it in front of Bert Milic.

…

After looking at the list and then at Huth, Bert Milic saw Huth signal him to look at the list first.

Pick up the list on the table.

There were all kinds of supplies in bits and pieces, from socks, underwear, jerseys to all kinds of food and drinks.

Each item is also thoughtfully marked with information such as brand, place of production, etc.

Looking at these things, Bert Milic had some idea. Is this an attempt to sponsor the World Cup?

…

"Sir, these..."

Bert Milic pretended not to understand and spoke with a puzzled look on his face.

"Haha... This is my master's sponsorship plan for the England team! Do you think it's okay?"

Hut had never done this kind of sponsorship work before. He only remembered that when he was young, he followed the old earl and sponsored a rural bull racing competition in the countryside.

This was the only sponsorship experience in his life.

But it doesn’t matter if you have no experience and don’t understand. Just use the title of young master and directly invite the chairman of the English Football Association over!

Doesn’t the young master always say that professional matters should be left to professionals?

Since he wants to sponsor the England team, the chairman of the English Football Association should know these things, right?

…

“Ah… this…”

Bert Milic was a little speechless. He certainly welcomed the sponsorship, but the competition was only a few months away.

"What's wrong? Can't I?"

Hut looked at Bert Milic, who looked hesitant, with some confusion.

…

Bert Milic secretly complained that some of these sponsorships had been confirmed before the New Year, but now they are talking about sponsorship...

This... is not impossible to handle flexibly. In Britain, we value social etiquette the most. How can the sponsorship from nobles be compared with that from ordinary companies?

When can't ordinary companies sponsor?

Let the noble lord come first, and we can talk about the others later!

…

"No, no, no... It's OK! Very OK. Thank you, Lord Earl, for your strong support for the Empire's sports! These things..."

Bert Milic nodded very confidently. These sponsorships must work, no matter how good they are. No matter how bad they are... they must work!

"Don't worry about these things. They are all my master's property. Each one has royal certification. You can look at the back. Some of the food we provide is even produced on His Highness's farm. They are pure green organic food."

…

Bert Milic was slightly surprised when he heard Huth's explanation.

All of them have royal certification?

Are you kidding?

Bert Militch, who didn't believe in superstition, carefully read the detailed information.

really……

Holy shit, this is too... luxurious!

For example, this kind of ordinary socks, the product name is Corgi Socks, was a Queen-certified product a few years ago. Later, for some unknown reason, the certification was not renewed, but recently it has been certified by the Crown Prince.

this……

Although it is a new certification, in theory, it is a royal certification.

In addition to these things, other items include but are not limited to old-fashioned razors, even suits, blankets, water cups, and other miscellaneous items, all of which have royal certifications.

Looking at the list of these expensive goods, Bert Milic, the chairman of the English Football Association, even doubted his life for a moment.

Those rough football players, are they worthy of using these things?

Wild boars can’t eat fine bran!

But they have already taken it out, I can’t refuse it... I have to refuse it!

Is this the most luxurious sponsorship the England men's football team has received in recent decades?

All-round luxury, the name alone is impressive!

Have you heard that everything from the body, including the underwear, is royally certified?

Is this the behavior of a nouveau riche?

When players tackle the ball, they have to use the ironing machine they carry with them to iron the edges of their uniforms...

…

"Don't feel any psychological pressure. As a team participating in the World Cup, my master also wants them to show the world the image of Great Britain with a better mental outlook, and to advertise our products at the same time. Do you understand?"

Huth smiled and comforted Bert Milic who seemed to be shocked.

"Yes, I understand. Thank you, Your Excellency the Earl and the Sir, for your help to our sports cause!"

Bert Milicic nodded honestly, with an expression on his face showing that he was very touched.

…

"Yes! My master is also the supervisor of the team's World Cup campaign. This is what he should do."

“Yes, yes, yes…”

Seeing that the cooperation discussions were going so smoothly, Hut was in a good mood. He never thought that commercial sponsorship was so simple.

He stood up, clapped his hands, and called the servants, saying, "Prepare the food. You have all been hard-working all the way here. Now that the business part has been settled, let's have a good time in Wales for a few days!"

"How can this be so embarrassing?!"

Bert Militch quickly stood up and declined.

"Haha, this is what my master told me to do. Don't worry, just have fun here for a few days. By the way, I want to introduce someone to you..."