After inspecting the place, Allen happily picked up the phone in the car and called Huth's landline.

"Hello? It's me."

"What's the matter, Master?"

"Is Patrice home?"

"Here I am."

"Okay! Call Patrice and get the horses ready. I'll be back in half an hour. When I get back, you can walk with me!"

Allen was about to hang up the phone when he suddenly remembered something and added, "By the way, ask the kitchen to make me some tonic soup. I'll drink it when I ride back on horseback."

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On the other end of the phone, Hut heard that the young master seemed to be in a good mood today and actually wanted to go out for a horseback ride. This was a good thing, so he quickly agreed, put down the phone, called the servants, and asked them to pass the message to the kitchen to prepare quickly.

He called the groom again and asked them to prepare the horses. Then he notified the bodyguards who stayed at home and sent a few people out on motorcycles to explore the way.

Although nobles don't need to be too delicate when traveling on horseback, what if there is a big rock or a small pothole on the road and the young master falls?

So at this time, bodyguards have to be sent on motorcycles to explore the way first, and by the way, drive away any small animals that may be around, so as not to scare the horses.

In addition to these, in case the young master gets thirsty or hungry on the road, he has to prepare some food and drinks. Although Allen did not specify where to go or how long the horseback ride will last, Hut has to take all these things into consideration.

After Alan made this phone call on the road, the manor became busy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

…

It's holiday time now. William and Harry followed Allen back to Highgrove House yesterday. They can play at home for a few days, and Allen will have free time during these days.

As soon as the convoy arrived home, dozens of servants had been waiting in front of the hall for a long time. Support vehicles carrying all kinds of food and drinks had already stopped at the gate of the manor, waiting for Alan to set off.

Without changing his clothes, Alan took the helmet, knee pads and elbow pads handed to him by Hut and put them on, then took the shotgun and put it on his back.

Seeing so many people busying around, Xiao Huang came out to watch the fun.

Now seeing Alan riding on his horse, ready to go out, he scratched the ground anxiously with his paws.

The sound of the claws rubbing against the ground is very funny.

Glancing at the impatient Xiao Huang, Allen smiled and said, "Come up, you silly bird!"

I patted Xiao Huang's special place in front of the saddle, and saw Xiao Huang flutter his wings twice, jump on the spot, and jump directly onto the saddle.

The big head looked up at Alan and pecked Alan's belt twice with its mouth.

"Let's go, west!"

Alan looked at Patrice, then at Hut, shouted, shook the reins, and the horse trotted towards the gate.

"Hurry, notify the support vehicle to set off, heading west!"

Before leaving, Huth did not forget to tell the other servants to catch up. Dozens of servants chased in the direction of Alan.

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As soon as you walk out of the gate, you will see the asphalt road. To be honest, it is a bit strenuous to run on this kind of road, but the dull sound of horseshoes hitting the road surface sounds very pleasant.

Alan didn't ride too fast, but just shook the reins gently, which meant letting the horses move forward at the pace that was most comfortable for them.

The black horse he was sitting on was an old horse, very docile. Sensing Alan's command, it raised its head and took small steps. As it walked, it did not forget to look at both sides of the road and smell the fragrance of flowers and grass. The old horse seemed to be enjoying it, perhaps sensing Alan's mood, and its steps were extremely brisk.

Hut and Patrice followed Allen side by side not far behind. Patrice wanted to catch up, but Hut stopped him with his whip.

Seeing Patrice's puzzled look, Hut explained with a smile: "The young master rarely rides a horse in such a relaxed manner. Let's fall behind and not disturb him. When the young master needs to ask questions, we can catch up with him."

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With his left hand on the front of the saddle, Alan sometimes accelerated and sprinted for hundreds of meters, and sometimes slowed down to let the horse go forward. He ran westward for less than half an hour and was not far from the construction site of the new manor. In the distance, he could already see the large pile of earth that had been dug out and piled next to it.

He pulled the reins, signaling the old horse to turn and head towards the stream in the north.

In the distance, before reaching the creek, a big swan with a black beak and wings spread out was already blocking the creek in a menacing manner, apparently not wanting Lao Ma to go to the creek.

Seeing the swan, Alan was slightly stunned.

Damn it, this beast dares to block the way right next to my own house?

…

After rubbing Little Yellow's head, Alan picked up Little Yellow, forced the somewhat lazy Little Yellow to turn around, and pointed out the swan to him.

"Go, kill it and have a snack tonight."

Although the mute swan is bigger than the two little yellow swans, it is hard to say how strong it is in combat.

It's a little better during the day, but there's a reason why snowy owls are called large birds of prey.

Let’s not talk about anything else for now, let’s just talk about Xiao Huang’s claws.

Those hard, hook-like claws in the front are three or four centimeters long, as long as a child's fingers.

Plus, this thing flies silently and is best at sneak attacks. Even if you can't defeat it head-on, the Snowy Owl is very vindictive. If you can't defeat it during the day, it will come at night, unless you don't sleep!

The darker it is, the stronger the battle will be.

Imagine that scene: in the middle of the night, a big fat white man suddenly rushes towards you at a speed of nearly 100 kilometers per hour and grabs you. Who can bear that?

Not to mention the swans, even the sheep in the house were killed by this guy. Within three to five kilometers around Allen Manor, all the slightly larger animals have been bullied by Xiao Huang.

The swan today was probably new and ignorant. When it saw the green grass and clear water by the stream, the good environment, and few animals around, it occupied this place.

April and May every year is the breeding season for swans. During this period, swans like to build nests by the water, lay eggs, hatch, and raise young birds.

…

Little Yellow had his head held down by Alan. He stared blankly at the swan, and then his big yellow eyes widened instantly.

This is its territory. It has been around here for so many years. How long has it been since it saw any foreign bird dare to provoke it?

As Alan let go, Little Yellow flew up into the sky with a whoosh and flapping its wings. Combined with the camouflage color of its feathers, it soon became unclear where it was flying to.

…

Hut and Patrice followed behind Alan and watched him stop his horse not far from the stream. Then they squeezed their horses' bellies and followed him, just in time to see Alan directing Little Yellow to cause trouble for the swan.

Patrice looked at Allen speechlessly, then at Huth, who seemed to be puzzled.

Speaking of swans, they are protected animals no matter where they are. They can often be seen along the banks of the Thames, especially in London parks, where there are more of them.

Because of the protection, the whooper swans in London, especially those in the parks, are all like bullies.

If ordinary pedestrians pass by them and you don’t throw them some bread or other food, these bullies will dare to chase and peck at people, which is very arrogant.

but……

Now that they are in Carmarthen, no one is taking care of them. The man in front of them is responsible for protecting these animals, but he is stealing from the company and no one sees it, so no one can do anything to him.

Patrice had never eaten swan since he was a child.

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Just as I thought of this, I saw the big swan opposite with its wings spread out and looking very aggressive. Before I could look back, there was a crisp click, and the swan's head suddenly tilted into an extremely strange angle. The aggressive momentum just now was gone in an instant. It staggered forward two steps, fell to the ground with a thump, twitched twice, and then stopped moving.

Patrice then saw clearly that it was the owl that the young master raised. It had just swooped down from the sky and seemed to have hit the swan.

Just like that, the swan's neck was broken. When the swan on the ground stopped moving, Little Yellow slowly flew to the swan and pecked it a few more times with his beak to test the swan. After making sure that it was really motionless, he swayed and called and shook towards Alan as if to seek credit.

…

“Hahaha, well done!”

This whooper swan weighed about 10 to 20 kilograms. Xiao Huang definitely couldn't pull it, so he could only stand beside the prey and call Alan.

After raising a foodie for such a long time, Alan was finally able to help the family get food. In a good mood, he jumped off the horse and turned around to wave to Hut and Patrice behind him.

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"Let someone build a bonfire nearby and help me roast it!"

Alan sat on the grass, took off his shoes and socks, and walked barefoot to the stream. The cool stream water flowing around his feet felt very good.

"Master, what would you like to drink?"

"Sprite, where are the cigarettes? Bring them to me!"

Alan didn't mind the dirt, so he just sat on the small stones by the stream, put his feet in the water, and waited for Hut to come back with what Alan wanted.

Alan lit a cigarette, pointed to the manor in the distance and asked, "How is the construction progress?"

This is his new home, so Alan takes it very seriously.

…

"Over there, they are digging an underground storage room. The scale you want is relatively large, so it will probably take some time to dig."

Hut pointed to a large pile of earth in the distance and introduced it to Alan.

Allen asked to be able to drive delivery trucks directly into the basement of his new home.

It would be better to say that it is an underground parking lot and basement rather than an underground storage room.

Just imagine how deep the digging needs to be.

Six large excavators have been digging for more than a week. It's not that they can't add more excavators, but if there are too many excavators standing below, they will not be able to work properly.

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"Um!"

Alan nodded with satisfaction. Now the old manor at home was almost full of things.

He was a bit of a miser, and he was reluctant to throw away those old weapons and equipment. They were all acquired with great effort by the old earls of past generations, and every bullet was the result of the hard work of the Hill family.

Alan also plans to bring back some interesting things in the future. For example, there is a new model now, what is it called... I think it is called Challenger, anyway, it is probably this name.

Alan thought the tank was pretty cool and planned to get one to keep at home as a toy.

How can we store these big guys without a large underground warehouse?

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"That's right, Patrice!"

Hearing Alan's call, Patrice, who was staring at the fat bird Xiao Huang in a daze, quickly responded, trotted two steps, walked behind Alan and said, "Master, I'm here."

"Has the money from Australia arrived?"

The contract with Saria was signed a few days ago, and Alan still has to provide them with beef. He is a man of his words. Taking advantage of his good mood today and Patrice being at home, he asked about the follow-up in Australia.

…

"Ah...everything was done last month. I submitted a work report to you."

Patrice was a little confused by the question. He had already handed in the work report, so why was the young master still asking?

Unexpectedly, this sentence not only embarrassed Alan, but even Hut, who was standing next to him, subconsciously took a few steps away from Patrice.

The work report has been submitted, but didn’t the people who read the report go to Italy to win glory for the country?

Now that I ask this, isn’t the meaning still unclear?

This proves that the young master hasn't finished reading those documents in the past two days.

Patrice, you are so brave. You exposed the young master's laziness with just one sentence. Wait for death!

Alan's smile was a little stiff. Damn it, you submitted your work report, and I can't ask any more questions?

Didn't I have time to watch it yet?

With his eyes slightly narrowed, Alan stared at Patrice expressionlessly.

…

Seeing Alan's expression, Patrice began to come to his senses a little.

Patrice swallowed and looked at Hut's caring expression on the face of the mentally retarded person next to him. He panicked a little and said something quick and clever.

"Master! I suddenly remembered that I... my work report was a little sloppy. It was my fault. I will repeat it to you again and you can correct it."

"Uh-huh……"

Alan raised his eyebrows and said, "That's right. It's not me who has the problem, it's your work attitude that has the problem!"

"speak!"

"Why……"

Patrice rubbed his hands, thought about the contents of the work report, and began to repeat it to Alan.

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In the Northern Territory of Australia, Allen invested in a small and medium-sized steel plant, as well as a cannery, a tinplate factory, a slaughterhouse, etc.

These were all inspected last year.

But the trick here is not as simple as an investor coming in to invest and having others sell you things.

That is the model of ordinary businessmen. Can noble lords do business using the same tactics as ordinary businessmen?

For example, when Allen purchased beef in the Northern Territory, the Governor-General of Australia would, in the official name, make rules requiring the natives to sell to the purchaser established by Allen.

Not selling?

If you don’t sell it, your cow will rot and die at home.

Not only can it be sold to only him, but the price must also be kept as low as possible.

The cattle in the hands of the natives are already cheaper than those in other parts of Australia. Now that the price has been further lowered, they are even cheaper.

But there is still room for maneuver.

The natives must be feeling uncomfortable because they are selling their cattle at a low price, right?

Doesn't this give the Governor's Office an opportunity?

Agricultural subsidies are now available, with funds earmarked for specific purposes and handed over to the Natives' Progress Association, which will give the natives some subsidies in the official name.

Adding the two together, they ended up making even more money than they ever did from selling beef.

…

In the end, the natives made money and were of course happy, and the price of beef received by Allen was low.

And what about the Governor's Office? Do you think they paid compensation?

Who told you that you can’t make money by issuing subsidies?

It’s hard to find out where these subsidies go…

This is called a win-win-win...

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This is the simplest step in the acquisition process. In addition to this step, there are other steps.