All the way to the entrance of the hall, a shadow blocked the way.
Joel looked up in some surprise. The burly man in front of him looked like a bodyguard yet not quite like a bodyguard. His dress and clothing seemed very incongruous.
He is tall and strong, with a somewhat honest look, but there is a faint scar on his face. His suit looks like a butler's tuxedo, and maybe because of his physique, the suit looks tight on him.
Looking at the expressionless burly man, Joel was just about to introduce himself when a pair of big hands were extended in front of him.
"Hello... I'm Stone, the trainee butler of the Hill family."
"Oh...oh! Hello, hello."
Joel saw the burly man introduce himself first, and then he realized that he only knew Butler Hutt before, but when did a new trainee butler appear?
Rather than calling him a butler, it would be more accurate to say that this person is... the captain of the bodyguards. His temperament is so weird.
He shook the other person's hand, and should have let go of his hand, but it was held tightly by the trainee butler Stone. Joel raised his hand and blinked at Stone with a little embarrassment.
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"Mr. Joel, my master is currently studying some business teaching techniques."
"???"
This inexplicable sentence made Joel even more confused.
What is the deep meaning behind this sudden sentence without any beginning or end?
Mr. Allen has changed his personality now? Studying teaching techniques means he doesn't want to be a student anymore, but wants to be a teacher?
…
Little Shitou looked at the admissions director in front of him, seeing his bewildered expression, he couldn't help but curl his lips in his heart, this awareness was too low. Fortunately, the young master had specifically instructed him beforehand to remind Joel in advance with words, so that when Alan spoke to him in person, he would not fail to understand what Alan meant.
There are some things that are not suitable for Allen to tell him directly, but require others to tell Joel in private first, and then let him take the initiative to bring it up in front of Allen.
Although it may seem a bit hypocritical to do so, this is the rule.
Little Stone is a straightforward person. He won't talk to Joel in a roundabout way. He just gives him a simple and rough reminder.
As for whether Joel can understand it?
If you can't understand, just change someone...
It's not like the admissions director is the only one who can cooperate with the work.
…
Joel looked at the trainee butler Stone, looked at him as if he were a retard, then stretched out his hand and motioned for him to follow.
Along the way... Joel couldn't help but look around at the furnishings in the hall.
As soon as he entered the hall, he was attracted by the several flags hanging on the innermost wall, some of which he recognized and some of which he had never even seen before.
Among these flags, there are the flags of the Prince of Wales, the flags of the Hill family, and several other flags, some of which are tattered and seem to have traces of history such as traces of gunpowder.
Little Stone led Joel to the small reception room.
As for Joel, although he was also a guest, his treatment was correspondingly lower, and he didn't even have the procedural visit to the Hall of Honor.
However, this was also cancelled with full consideration of Joel's identity.
As a pure Welshman, coming to the Hill family's manor and visiting the glorious history and cultural relics of the Hill family's suppression of the Welsh region in the Hall of Honor seemed, perhaps, to make him feel uncomfortable.
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Looking at the reception room full of history, Joel touched the armrest of the sofa, which had been covered with patina for who knows how many years, with a look of surprise on his face.
It's not like he hasn't seen old things before, but he has never come across anyone at his level who can use old things as real furniture.
Everything is so new, and everything you see represents history.
It can be said that the things in this living room, whether it is the oil paintings on the wall, the furniture in the living room, the small vases and tea sets on the coffee table and so on.
If he just took a few of them out and sold them, the money would be enough for his family to spend lavishly for several years.
…
After waiting in the reception room for about ten minutes, I heard an unusually steady sound of footsteps approaching from afar.
The footsteps of the other servants were all very light, and no matter how busy they were, the sound of their walking seemed a little hurried. Only this pair of footsteps was unusually steady. Just by hearing this pair of footsteps, Joel already knew who was coming. He quickly stood up, adjusted the chin of his tuxedo, and saw a little mud on his shoes. He quickly took out the handkerchief in his chest pocket and wiped the mud off. As soon as Joel stood up, the door of the living room opened.
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Alan changed into a more fitted British woolen casual suit. When he first saw Joel, he felt that the admissions director seemed to have gained weight again, with a round belly and a small tail of his tuxedo, a bit like the penguin in Batman...
After a set of formalities that Allen thought was quite formal, Allen asked Joel to sit down, and signaled to Little Stone with his eyes to remove the tea utensils that Joel had just drunk while waiting for him, and serve a new cup of tea.
…
"Do you know what was emphasized at the Congress before it closed last year?"
Alan went straight to the point and didn't bother to exchange pleasantries with Joel. He asked a question right away.
“…”
Joel shook his head blankly. Congress...
This was too high-end for him; the most high-end person he had ever met was a member of the Welsh regional parliament.
As for the Parliament in London, what Allen mentioned was most likely the House of Lords.
This thing is even further away from Joel, what could he know?
He can only know what is reported in the newspaper. If it is not reported in the newspaper, haha...
Ordinary people should stop asking about the affairs of noble gentlemen!
…
Looking at the confused Joel, Alan smiled with satisfaction. He hadn't been to London before the New Year, so there was no point in holding a meeting. But it didn't matter whether the meeting was held or not. The most important thing was to come up with some high-end and legitimate reasons.
"In order to promote the international reputation of Wales and expand its influence, I plan to use the school as a pilot to run a crash course for international CEOs."
"???"
After hearing this, Joel suddenly remembered what the trainee housekeeper had just said at the entrance of the hall.
This gentleman has recently been studying some business teaching skills and is now setting up a CEO training class.
This purpose is already evident.
"Your Mightiness……"
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"I heard that the school is planning to merge another college recently? Is there enough funding?"
Alan interrupted Joel and asked another question.
Although Cardiff University seems to be low-key now, they have great ambitions.
The school is going fucking bankrupt, that's all...
At this point, most schools should have thought about how to make money and earn money to make a living.
And what about Cardiff University?
Instead of reflecting on the situation, they tightened their belts and quietly continued to merge with other universities in Cardiff.
It gives people a feeling that money doesn’t matter. Even if I’m poor or starving to death, I’d still like to grab more things.
Last year, we were so poor that we could barely make ends meet, and this year we are still thinking about merging with other schools...
“This…this…”
Joel rubbed his thighs so hard that his trousers were almost curled up.
He said a little embarrassedly: "The old president has recruited a Nobel Prize winner in medicine from London. This academician is still very young. The school plans to use him as the core and recruit several ordinary academicians to form a new medical school."
“…”
Joel's words actually made Allen, who was just about to speak, a little defensive.
Look, is this human language?
Not only were Nobel Prize-level academicians recruited, but they were also recruited a few "ordinary"-level academicians as well. Then, a new academy was established. How was it established?
Of course, they poached students from other schools...
It’s really a shame that people are poor but have great ambitions.
But it’s also a good thing. The establishment of this new college has made the already poor Cardiff University even more financially strapped.
…
"I personally support the school's decision. Since the school is short of money recently, I will donate a sum of money to the school every year. But for some things, instead of relying on donations, it is better to open up the school's further profitability. What do you think?"
"Yes, Your Excellency is right."
Joel almost understood what Allen meant, and followed Allen's words and said, "Then... Your Excellency, what kind of support do you think you need from the school to run this international CEO crash course?"
"Venue, courses, and teaching staff. Doesn't our school have a business school? Just pick out some classic teaching plans from the courses and summarize them."
Alan reached out his hand and stated one by one the support he needed.
Cardiff University already has a business school with strong teaching capabilities. Alan's major in logistics is a major under the business school, with a very rich faculty, so it is not difficult to gather some teachers and venues.
Joel was very sensible and said with a troubled look on his face: "These conditions are simple, but we have never done this kind of project before, so we need you to take care of the overall situation."
"Oh? Hiss... I haven't thought about that."
Alan also looked inconsiderate and didn't know how to take charge of the situation.
"Sir, how about this? You are a logistics major, and your achievements are obvious to all teachers and students in the school. In addition, you have made great achievements in business in recent years. Why don't you come out and give a lecture to these incoming students?"
Allen smiled modestly and said: "Isn't this a bit bad? After all, I haven't graduated yet..."
"It's okay, sir. If you are not familiar with teaching, I will ask our teacher to help you prepare a lesson plan."
Joel may not have any other skills, but he definitely has the ability to exploit his teacher!
Now that I have understood what this gentleman means, he just wants to have the fun of being a teacher.
In Joel's opinion, it doesn't matter whether one can give lectures or not. Even if this gentleman can't, what does it matter?
Wouldn't it be enough to ask the teachers below to tailor a set of lesson plans for him?
What’s the big deal?!
"Ahahaha...so how much trouble do you have to take?"
"It's no trouble! I would also like to thank you for your contribution to the school."
Although the two did not discuss how to divide the profits, Allen did not need to say it himself. He only needed to make suggestions and express his ideas, and leave the rest to others to discuss.
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By mid-February, the external situation became increasingly clear.
Iraq was suddenly awakened and quickly admitted defeat.
But now they want to give in, but America is unwilling to do so.
We have already fought, you gentlemen have just used all your strength, and you want to surrender? Our ground forces have not yet arrived, you are not allowed to surrender!
Just like this, Iraq wanted to give in, but the United States would not let them. The coalition forces sent ground troops again, ready to push forward and show off their power in the Middle East.
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In the study, Alan was holding a piece of stationery and writing a letter to Boss Cha.
In theory, dealing with American reporters is a small matter, but it is still a little troublesome.
If this matter was resolved by Allen in this way without the outside world knowing about it.
Although speaking objectively, this is good.
But if the problem was really solved like this, it wouldn't be of much benefit to Allen.
This is not his own business, but someone else's business. It is of course good to eliminate the danger in the bud, but the people involved in this matter must also understand the danger involved.
otherwise……
Boss Cha knows nothing about this matter yet, and if he handles it first, it will look very bad.
So in the letter, Allen analyzed the matter systematically.
When you meet the right person, everything is fine. But if you don’t meet the right person, it will seem extreme, or a little stupid.
Not to mention anything else, just based on what Diana said that day, even if Allen didn't go into further details, he could just imagine that she definitely told the reporter something she shouldn't have said, such as private issues between them as a couple.
Here... based on subjective consciousness, it is not certain whether it is good or not. If the things here are exposed by the time this reporter publishes a book, then think about it... Boss Cha will most likely lose all his face.
The other party is an American, and he definitely doesn't have any good intentions.
Once it comes to face issues, given Boss Cha's character, he will take it very seriously.
Even if Diana received the flowers, he might not care, but if it involved his own privacy and face, he would definitely be anxious.
This is a big deal!
Now all Allen had to do was to write a letter to Boss Cha to say hello and explain the interests involved. This was not a small complaint about Diana.
By the way, he could ask Boss Cha for help and ask him to send a professional person over. Then he could find the reporter and solve the problem. In this way...
Only by putting everything out in the open can the leader understand Alan's "good intentions", and then won't he get credit?
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"Still busy?"
Li Zhi stayed in Wales for quite a while this time. Alan was afraid that it was not safe outside, so after Christmas, he did not let her leave in a hurry and asked her to stay and accompany him first.
With Li Zhi around, she dared to come over and persuade Alan to rest early when he was busy.
"Yeah, almost done."
Alan glanced at Li Zhi, picked up the letter and checked it again, then put the letter into the envelope and sealed it with wax.
After giving the letter to Xiao Shitou and asking him to send it off tomorrow, Allen held Li Zhi's hand and asked, "What happened? Did you miss me?"
Alan's hand movements were not very honest, Li Zhi smiled and slapped his big hand away and said, "Don't you have a physical examination tomorrow? I came here to remind you to go to bed and get up early."