Although he also has a large real estate project in Wales.

But those things are all fake, a pure scam.

Alan was very happy when he was cheating others, but when it came to his own business, he couldn't mess around, right?

Allen doesn't want to take on any project that he doesn't have the ability to do or is unfamiliar with because the risk is too high.

He has plenty of money to spend.

He used the money raised from Sony to buy production lines and open new factories in recent years. The rest will be kept for the purchase of Bentley.

But now that people have written to him with good intentions and all the benefits are on the table, it would be a bit bad to give up rashly.

This gave Alan a headache.

He sighed, handed the finished work report to Hut, and asked him to help him send it out. As for the current letter.

"Wait a minute. Please reply to Counselor Wang for me and tell him that I'm busy recently and I'll send someone to investigate when I have the chance."

…

Thousands of miles away in China's Nanhai Province, a passenger ship was docked at the Kouhai City Pier.

Since Nanhai Province was separated from Dongguan Province and established as an independent province in 1988, it has ushered in an explosive development boom.

Many people from the mainland have gone into business, and some civil servants have even resigned or taken time off from their jobs, hoping to try their luck.

In recent years, China's prices have been rising and many things have moved towards marketization.

Prices change every day. For example, the famous Zhonghua cigarettes used to cost more than one yuan a pack, but now the price has risen to ten yuan a pack.

For a time, some people in remote areas could not even accept such a high rate of price increase.

Prices have gone up, but wages have not increased much.

At this time, wages began to rise quietly in some coastal provinces and cities.

As for the areas further inland to the west, there is obviously some disconnect.

For example, in Allen's factory, workers' wages have now increased to more than 200 yuan per month.

In inland areas, the average salary is around 100 yuan.

That is to say, the salary of technical workers will be a little higher, but it is limited. A hundred yuan or so is considered high.

…

Under such circumstances, news such as someone becoming a millionaire or someone becoming a big boss frequently appeared in various newspapers.

On one hand, there are unpredictable price increases and on the other hand, there are fixed wages that are clear at a glance.

On one side is the bright lights and debauchery of the outside world.

Faced with the crisis, there are always motivated people who want to come out and give it a try.

…

Pan Shiyi looked at the passenger ship docked at the port in the distance, rubbed his face and sighed.

He was originally a young man from the northwest, and later got a "iron rice bowl".

But with a monthly salary of 100 yuan and a life with no end in sight, Pan Shiyi, who was already very motivated, decided to resign and go into business after reading a lot of news.

In the past few years, he worked as a bricklayer and in sales, but was finally defeated by reality.

Looking around in confusion, Pan Shiyi just happened to catch up with the establishment of Nanhai Province in 1988. Stimulated by various favorable policies, Pan Shiyi seemed to see hope again.

Then……

Pan Shiyi, with only a few hundred yuan of assets left, spent half a month in Kouhai City, but the money in his pocket was no longer enough.

There is no choice but to go back to my old job - moving bricks!

This time Pan Shiyi learned his lesson. Workers only earned two or three hundred yuan by moving bricks all day long, but he quit his office job and went through so much trouble just to come to Nanhai Province to move bricks?

No no no…

He has even bigger ambitions!

Later, he found a brick factory and discussed with the boss. He planned to take over the factory and use his sales ability to sell the bricks from the factory and become a middleman.

…

Pan Shiyi was lucky. With the establishment of Nanhai Province, a large amount of capital poured into the province. Among them were legitimate capital and capital passing through Hong Kong, which was very mixed.

But among all the capitals, the most promising industry is the real estate industry.

This gave Pan Shiyi an opportunity...

The brick factory he contracted made money.

But the good times did not last long. The small brick factories could only get a little bit of the soup, and the big ones got nothing at all.

Pan Shiyi, who has always been daring and hardworking, has taken on another sales job, selling houses!

…

Many wealthy people or investors, upon hearing the news of Nanhai Province's vigorous development, are planning to come and take a look, especially the real estate market here, which is said to be extremely hot.

The solution Pan Shiyi thought of was very simple. He just squatted at the port and saw if there were any fat sheep among the new guests!

Based on his several years of sales experience, he has the experience to find those potential fat sheep - that is, customers - from the crowd at a glance.

Looking at the passengers coming out of the port, suddenly... two people caught Pan Shiyi's attention.

There were two men dressed in suits, especially the middle-aged man in front, who wore gold-rimmed glasses and had a literary look. The young man following behind him looked like a secretary or assistant.

The clothes these two men were wearing did not look cheap. They looked confused as they came out of the port. While they were hailing a taxi, Pan Shiyi pushed his glasses and went to meet them.

"Boss, are you coming to the South China Sea for a trip?"

“…”

The middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses frowned at the young man in front of him. He was confused for a long time before he realized that the other party was asking him if he was here for tourism.

The other party had a heavy accent and he could not understand what was asked the first time.

"Hello, hello... I'm here to investigate. Master, do you know if there is any place that makes traditional handicrafts here?"

The middle-aged man shook hands with Pan Shiyi, thinking that the other party was a taxi driver who was soliciting customers.

"???"

Pan Shiyi was a little confused by the other party's question.

Investigating traditional crafts?

Do bricks count?

…

Looking at the middle-aged man with a literary look on his face in front of him, Pan Shiyi observed him closely. The big gold watch on the other's wrist was real. This was a fat sheep, and he couldn't bear to give up.

But when it comes to traditional handicrafts, he really doesn't know much about it.

Pan Shiyi gritted his teeth and suddenly remembered the coconut carvings he had seen on the roadside before.

"Boss, I do know a few traditional handicrafts, but some of them are traditional handicrafts of ethnic minorities here, and it's hard to introduce them in such a short time. Why don't you..."

After hearing what Pan Shiyi said, the middle-aged man nodded in sudden realization, took out his wallet, and handed Pan Shiyi ten Great Unity Banknotes.

"Can you be our tour guide? Here's the deposit."

Pan Shiyi watched the other party take out a handful of Da Tuanjie without blinking, and he became more certain of what he was thinking. This was a fat sheep, and judging from their accent, they sounded a bit like... Hong Kong people!

…

Driving his own shabby van, Pan Shiyi picked up two "tourists" and asked them questions while driving.

The middle-aged man did not hide the fact and said frankly that they were inspectors of a Hong Kong company. Their boss's task was to conduct inspections all over the country to see if there were any traditional handicrafts worth discovering. They were then to bring samples, conduct investigations, and return to report.

Pan Shiyi had an expressionless face as he drove, but his heart was filled with huge waves of emotion.

Listening to the middle-aged man’s introduction, I found out that the other party’s boss was a woman, and she was extremely young. She was very capable in Hong Kong, and she had won the Miss Asia title before!

This was the first time in real life that Pan Shiyi had a new understanding of the words "rich people" and "idle people".

The middle-aged man did not say much about what the other party did. He only said that the other party had a strong background and was very rich, and that asking them to find these traditional handicrafts was purely the boss's personal hobby.

And the money spent on this every year is nearly one million pounds!

If you convert this a little bit, wouldn't it be tens of millions of Huayuan?

Can you spend tens of millions every year just for your personal hobby? !

This is really rich. If I do a good job as a tour guide this time and get to know the other party, and the other party can buy some houses from me in the future, then the kickback...

Thinking of this, Pan Shiyi felt even more excited.

…

The temperature in Wales was rising steadily in early August, and at this time of year, Alan couldn't help but want to go out on vacation.

But now the external situation is unstable and it is not safe to go out, plus there are so many piled up matters at home that need him to deal with.

Sitting in the screening room, the explosion effects on the screen were very shocking. Of course, this shock was only for movies of this era.

This is the finished film of "Terminator 2" sent by Cameron. It was completed last week, and Allen only had time to watch it today.

In general, it was pretty much the same as he remembered. Some details were a little rough, but the equipment nowadays was so poor that it was already amazing to be able to produce such special effects.

I picked up the iced black tea next to me and took a sip. Just as I put the cup down, I heard light footsteps behind me.

Alan looked up at Hutt who had just come in.

"Master, His Highness's reply has arrived."

Hut handed Alan a small envelope.

After opening the envelope, there were only a few words on the letter. It was an invitation. Boss Cha asked Alan to go to Highgrove Manor for dinner tomorrow.

…

Looking at the hastily written letter, Alan frowned slightly.

Boss Cha pays great attention to letters. Generally speaking, both the font and the seal at the end of the letter are neat and tidy.

But in today's letter, even Alan could see a sense of irritation between the lines. What happened again?

He handed the letter to Huth and said, "Go and prepare it. His Highness asked me to come over tomorrow."

"Okay, Master!"

…

August 2, 1990.

A little after ten in the morning, a small convoy was travelling on a road in the Welsh countryside.

Alan pressed the window switch and lit a cigarette irritably.

On his lap was the newspaper he had just finished reading. The front-page headline was a photo of a fire.

Last night...Iraq officially launched a war against Kuwait.

By the time this newspaper went to press, the official war had already broken out.

Alan looked at the news and felt irritated for some reason.

From an outsider's perspective, he now feels that Iraq is like the stupid son of a landlord who is being flattered to death.

Step by step we have come to this day.

This seemingly ferocious action was advancing rapidly, and Kuwait looked like a child being beaten by a strong man, with no ability to fight back at all.

But sometimes, this short-lived victory can be dazzling, and I wonder if the Iraqis will regret it after a while.

Alan sighed. Man...

Don't get too cocky and don't let yourself be flattered by people with ulterior motives. Otherwise, the higher you jump, the harder you will fall.

…

"Your Excellency?! You are here. His Highness has been waiting for you all morning."

Capel enthusiastically opened the door of the car that Allen was riding in, helped Allen get out of the car, and personally took Allen to a small garden.

Looking at this garden, Alan knew this place. It was once grazed by the cow raised by William. This was Boss Cha's favorite garden. Every plant in it was planted, fertilized, watered and trimmed by him personally, pouring a lot of his love into it.

now……

Boss Cha sat at the tea table under the ordinary shelf, looking a little lonely.

…

“Your Highness?!”

Alan softly called out to Boss Cha who was about to fall asleep.

"Huh?! Oh... Alan is here, sit down."

Boss Cha pinched his eyebrows with his hands, looking a little melancholy.

Alan poured himself a cup of tea and waited for Boss Cha to speak.

It looks like I didn't make a mistake today. There's a high probability that I was caught by my boss and he came here to chat and confide in someone.

Sure enough, as soon as Alan took a sip of tea, Boss Cha spoke.

"My business empire is over!"

“…”

Alan almost spit out the tea in his mouth.

I thought it was something else.

…

Without looking at Allen's expression, Boss Cha continued, "Aren't you sponsoring the team? The Queen happened to see a report about the team a few days ago and asked about it out of curiosity. She also knows about the brand I founded."

“…”

Alan raised his eyebrows. There must be something going on here!

As long as he didn't make any mistakes, his interest in eating melons would increase greatly.

…

"Why……"

Boss Cha sighed again and said, "I just like to grow something and then sell the crops I worked so hard to grow. Is there anything wrong with that?!"

Allen blinked, and under Boss Cha's puzzled gaze, he said very firmly: "Your Highness, you are not wrong at all!"

"Well... so what? I can't do it. The Queen has ordered me not to sell the products from my farm under my own name anymore."

“…”

Alan found it a little baffling. Boss Cha made this thing just for his personal hobby. Although his things were sold at a higher price, he had a high status and celebrity effect. Couldn't the price of the things grown by a crown prince himself be higher when he sold them?

I didn't force anyone to buy it.

Seeing the confusion in Allen's eyes, Boss Cha looked up at the sky and said with a look of despair, "I was complained about. The letter was sent to the Queen, saying that the products I sold were falsely advertised."

“…”

What a ridiculous excuse! Speaking of false advertising, Alan remembered the samples that Capel sent him at the beginning of the year. There was something called "Chong" in it, and it was said that drinking it could detoxify the body.

No one would really care whether this thing can detoxify or not, right?

What’s even more disgusting is that they actually reported it.

It’s funny to think about it. They are investigating a boss who is in his thirties or forties, and his parents are also being sued. And what’s even more unfortunate is that the Queen was so busy that she happened to see the letter of complaint.

This is really...

Boss Cha had nothing to do, so he ambitiously built his organic goods empire, and then...

It failed in just a few months. It really is as if the late emperor had only just begun his career when it collapsed halfway.

Faced with this situation, Alan didn't know what to do. The biggest advantage he had over Boss Cha was that he could play around as he wanted because he had the taller guy to support him, but this couldn't happen with Boss Cha. He had to pay attention to his every word and action as long as he was outside.

Now that someone has reported him, his business is doomed, not to mention that this is the Queen's order.

Who dares to resist this?