By arresting some Koreans, the law and order in London has improved. Isn't this a result that can be seen with the naked eye?

The changes in London are what His Highness can see, but His Highness cannot visit remote places like Carmarthen even once in a year or two.

Sir Allen can do whatever he wants. Those Koreans arrested by the Carmarthen police are there, and he can do whatever he wants with them, right?

That's Carmarthen!

The Hill family’s home base!

…

As long as this vote is successful, not only he but also his superiors can gain credit and get money!

What’s more, those arrested this time were illegal Koreans, so they had no psychological pressure or external public opinion pressure.

As for Viscount Fox, they have already colluded with the Koreans. When the time comes, professionals from the Security Bureau will personally arrange "evidence" for them. Hughes can guarantee that the evidence will be absolutely impeccable!

It is definitely enough to make their family suffer, and then...

Bankruptcy!

After figuring out the twists and turns here, Xiu Si laughed and said, "Sir... Thank you for the precise clues you provided us. I think I know what to do next!"

"Haha." Alan smiled, narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Xius without saying a word.

…

Feeling the atmosphere in the car suddenly become cold, Xius was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reacted and said to himself, "Damn it!"

Then, Hughes quickly made amends, "Sir... I wonder if I can visit you in person at your manor in the future? I think there will be some stolen goods by then, and as the provider of clues, we need you to confirm it in person."

"Haha! Mr. Hughes, you are indeed a pillar of the empire. The Hill family's manor welcomes you to visit at any time. Shi Tou, take one of my business cards to Mr. Hughes."

Alan's laugh was much more genuine this time.

…

What is stolen goods?

Sometimes, it may be an account book, a real estate document, or even a small note.

But sometimes money is stolen, like the pounds squeezed from the Koreans.

And Xiu specifically pointed out that he would bring the "stolen goods" to visit the Earl and let the Earl personally confirm whether these stolen goods were evidence.

The meaning is very clear. One should never forget the person who dug the well when drinking water!

This is what our British security department should look like!

…

Xius touched his chest inconspicuously.

The person in front of him is a true noble. He almost forgot that Lord Allen had been talking to him for a long time, talking about plans and covering for him. Why did he do that?

Is he doing this for Daying?

He does it for money!

If there is no benefit, why would he bother doing this? Is it charity?

Hughes is not sure how much "stolen goods" can be confiscated in this operation, but it must be at least in the millions of pounds, right?

Having made so much money, I should at least give a share of it to this gentleman in front of me!

That’s the rule!

In this way, both parties have a basis for common cooperation, and there may be opportunities for continued cooperation in the future.

…

Now that the conversation had been opened, the atmosphere in the car became lively again.

"Sir, I think we'll stop here today. Thank you very much for your cooperation. It's time for me to get off the car!"

"Okay! Stone, pull over."

Alan was not polite to him. Although they had said so much, it was all a verbal agreement and it was not made clear on the surface, but...

We are all smart people. If some things are pointed out clearly, everyone will understand them. I, Daying, prefer to be subtle and not straightforward!

…

After getting out of the car, Hughes held the briefcase in his left hand and ran quickly to the right rear side of the Bentley. Although there was a car window glass between them, he still had to follow the proper etiquette!

In fact, he hated getting along with nobles. This group paid great attention to etiquette. If one did not do it well, he would be pointed at and criticized and had to consider himself unlucky.

"Sir, please take care!"

Hughes placed his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

“Squeak…”

With a slight friction sound, the rear window slowly fell down, and Alan's extremely handsome yet slightly indifferent face appeared in front of Xius.

"If you need to use the Carmarthen police, you can go to Officer Rex. He will cooperate with you."

"I understand! I'm sorry to trouble you, sir."

Xius, who had just raised his head, quickly lowered his head again to salute.

After saying this, the car window closed again, and the Bentley started up slowly and drove away.

…

"call……"

Turning his head to look at the Bentley slowly disappearing from his sight, Hughes exhaled and slowly straightened up.

The last sentence from that gentleman just now also confirmed his guess. Carmarthen is really a place...

But these have nothing to do with him, he just needs to do what he is supposed to do.

“Beep!”

The sound of horns and brakes brought Hughes back to his senses. He looked at the car that had just stopped in front of him, smiled slightly, and opened the back door.

"Hey... Hughes, why did you come down so soon? Is that gentleman difficult to get along with?"

"No, no, no...very easy to get along with, Jack, we have a big job this time! A very big job."

As Xius spoke, he subconsciously touched the collar of his shirt and smiled...

…

"Master! We're home!"

Little Shitou looked at the manor gate that was so close at hand and the two neat rows of people outside the gate. He stepped on the brakes lightly before waking up his young master.

"Hmm?"

I don’t know if it’s a psychological illusion, but on the way there, I took a nap in the car and felt sore all over. But on the way back, I took a nap and when I woke up, nothing happened, and I even felt a little excited.

Finally home!

Looking out through the car window, near the roadside at the entrance of the manor, there is a huge wooden skull painted with an orange background. It is fixed on a thick iron rod and inserted into the roadside, like a large mailbox.

And in the skull's wide-open mouth were some colorful candies.

With a slight frown, Alan remembered that this thing should be the family's special version of the "Pumpkin Sugar Box", right?

"Stone...Is Halloween coming soon?"

"Yes, Master, today is October 31st!"

"Um!"

…

"Welcome home... Your Excellency the Earl of Carmarthen!"

The Bentley stopped at the gate of the manor. Butler Hut, wearing a very formal black tuxedo and a beautifully trimmed moustache, stood at the gate of the manor with a smile on his face, stopped the car, and personally opened the door for Alan.

There are two rows of queues on both sides of the door.

On the left is the male servant and on the right is the female servant.

Oh……

Is there a sense of ceremony for the new owner to officially enter the house?

It's well done.

Alan, who had just got off the car, stamped his feet, straightened his shirt with both hands, glanced at the two rows of servants, and finally set his eyes on Butler Hut.

"Well done, thank you for your hard work, Hut!"

"Master! From today on, you will officially become the new master of the Hill family. This is what I should do. Did your audience go smoothly today?"

Alan nodded, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the wrought iron gate in front of him. Standing here so formally today, the manor that he used to dislike a little now seemed inexplicably pleasing to his eyes!

The male and female voices intertwined, although not in unison, but as Alan moved forward, the servants' lines on both sides shouted the rehearsed slogans.

"Welcome home, His Excellency the Earl of Carmarthen!"

…

October 31, 1986, evening.

Halloween Eve, which is the Ghost Festival in the West.

After more than a month, the Hill family's manor welcomed their new owner, Allen Hill.