Boss Cha treats most of the things he raises as pets. Although the breed of each chicken is not particularly rare, he has given each of them a name. He raised them bit by bit, and even he himself can't bear to eat them.

Now it's been ruined by Allen.

It feels like a cabbage at home that is caught off guard and is eaten by a pig.

He can't always stay at Highgrove Manor. Every time he goes out, there will be something missing at home when he comes back. Who can stand that?

Although he knew that Allen did it on purpose, Boss Cha endured it for a few days. He still had to hold his nose and order the surveillance people to withdraw, and then told Allen to get out and not live in his house anymore.

…

"What? Your Highness really said that?"

Alan, who was visiting his boss's stable, paused when he heard what Butler Capel said, who had just returned from a phone call to report to him.

He has been busy here these days, which actually delays his family affairs.

But there was no other way. If the problem here was not resolved, he would not be able to accomplish anything else for a while. Although Boss Cha agreed to use a gentler approach at that time.

But men...

He knew some things, especially he had also read the document, so he was definitely unhappy.

So they kept procrastinating on handling the matter, but this time it seems they really agreed.

As long as he agreed, Alan turned around happily and went back to pack his luggage.

Do you really think he likes living here? There is nothing he wants and he can't even eat comfortably.

…

Capel personally accompanied Allen back to pack his luggage and served him carefully along the way, fearing that this gentleman would do something else before leaving. The servants in the house were tortured by this gentleman.

"Hey? Hey!"

When he reached the entrance of the hall, before leaving, Alan glanced at an oil painting hanging at the entrance of the hall.

The quality of this painting may not be very high, but it looks very comfortable. It is a pastoral picture, full of greenery, which makes people feel peaceful at heart at a glance.

"Sir Capell, you know I built a new manor, right?"

"Ah... I know."

Alan pointed at the painting, handed the pillow in his hand to Capel, and took off the frame directly. He held the painting and looked at the signature on the painting with satisfaction. This was painted by Boss Cha himself, no wonder he hung it at the door of his house, how conceited.

But it’s also good this way, as it’s convenient for me to take it with me and hang it up in my new home, and then I can show off when guests come over.

Look... this is the picture that Boss Cha drew for me personally...

It is quite powerful to fool people who don’t understand.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency!"

Capel was pulling Allen's suitcase with one hand and holding a pillow with the other. He was stunned as he watched Allen take the painting smoothly.

Is this eating and taking at the same time? This is the most proud work of His Highness. Didn't you see it is hung in the most conspicuous place in the house?

"Haha, this painting looks dusty. Let Your Highness paint a better one another day. I'll take this one first."

Alan didn't care about anything else. He held the painting frame with both hands and nodded with satisfaction. As soon as he walked out of the hall, he ordered the bodyguard who came to pick him up to put the painting away.

Before leaving, Allen deliberately slapped his forehead and looked at Capel apologetically and said, "Look at my memory. I almost forgot. So who... released those people in the trunk."

These were the unlucky guys he met on the way that day who were so bold that they were about to continue surveillance at the gate of his manor.

Kill... not to the point of killing them, but making them suffer a little, Alan can still do it.

During the few days he lived here, these people were stuffed into the trunk and starved for a few days. Now they were suddenly released. One of them was the most seriously ill. His face was pale and it seemed that he had been almost starved to death. He was so dehydrated that he could not even stand steadily.

Capel looked at the people who were really released from the trunk, his mouth twitched, and he didn't know what to say. Only this guy could do such a thing.

If His Highness had delayed for a few more days, these unlucky guys would have starved to death in the trunk. They are indeed worthy of being members of the Hill family, so reckless... and do things without considering the consequences.

…

After being away for several days, Alan felt a bit of a long-missed feeling when he returned home. A nest of gold or silver is not as good as his own doghouse.

Diana received the news in advance and knew that Allen had suffered in the manor for several days in order to support her. Now that the problem was solved, she was embarrassed to trouble Allen again, so she packed up and left before Allen came back.

This made Allen, who was originally planning to have a good talk with her, go empty-handed.

But it doesn’t matter much, let’s talk about it next time we have the chance.

Call Little Stone Alan to ask him some questions.

…

"Master?!"

"How is the establishment of the secretarial team going? Have you been to London to look for staff recently?"

In the study, Alan crossed his legs while a maid was kneeling on the floor cutting his toenails. In her hand she was holding a recent training plan for restaurant managers and was looking through it while asking questions to the newcomer, Xiao Shitou.

"Oh...I went to London a few days ago and have found several people. I am still in the observation stage."

Little Stone reported everything to Alan in detail.

For someone who can be his secretary, let’s not talk about the issue of ability. For someone who can go to schools like Oxford and Cambridge, there is no need to question their ability. The most important thing is their character and identity background.

If it is a child of aristocracy, it will definitely not work. If you want to find someone, look for those children of commoners, with clean family backgrounds and connections. After finding the candidate, observe for a period of time before Xiao Shitou can use him with confidence.

"Master... I found someone who meets the requirements this time, but she seems a little special. What do you think?"

"Do you have any information? Let me see who it is."

Xiao Shitou's words aroused Alan's curiosity. Who could be given such a special description by Xiao Shitou?

…

He watched Xiao Shitou take out a folder from the pressed documents on his desk and flip through it. After turning to a certain page, Xiao Shitou handed the folder to Alan and placed it in front of Alan.

Name: Zhang Xin.

Gender: Female.

Age: 26.

Born in Beijing, mainland China, he settled in Hong Kong with his parents in 1979. Later he worked in a factory, saved money by working, and then came to England to study. He is currently pursuing a master's degree in development economics at Cambridge University.

According to the profile, this person will graduate next year, has excellent grades, and good political inclinations. He is bold and careful, has a strong competitive spirit, and is very capable. I just don't know if he has practical skills.

However, judging from her information alone, she is qualified to be Allen's secretary. She is of a commoner family and her family is not wealthy, but she is very motivated and is a talent from the colonies.

Such people are easy to win over. They have lived in the UK for several years and have a certain understanding of the British system. The information also shows that this person's first employment intention is to stay in the local area.

But there is an additional statement later: if the salary increases, you can also consider working abroad, which refers to countries other than Britain.

…

Look at Zhang Xin’s information, especially his major - development economics.

This is a subject that is not too unpopular, but most of the people who study it are foreigners.

This major is considered an important branch of economics and a relatively comprehensive economic discipline. It mainly studies how poor and backward agricultural countries or developing countries can achieve industrialization and get rid of poverty, mainly focusing on economic development issues.

To put it bluntly, this major is suitable for being an agent!

No wonder Xiao Shitou fell in love with her at first sight. With this major, if he promised her certain benefits, and added to that Zhang Xin’s former ancestral home, and then sent her back in the future, wouldn’t this be a perfect strong woman character?

…

Why……

Alan suddenly remembered that he had asked Cardiff University to organize a CEO training course. This time, he could just squeeze Zhang Xin in. In the capacity of his secretary, he could let her be a class representative, half attending classes and half helping Alan with management. She could also make some connections at the same time. In the future, she could help him look after the factories in China and make some investments.

With this idea in mind, Allen looked at the slightly plump short-haired woman in the photo, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "This person looks good. You can contact her first and ask her opinion. If she is interested, help her get naturalization first."

Allen didn't dare to say that he fully understood the thoughts of such people, but he could still guess that when these people faced people like him, they would become extremely inferior and very easy to recruit. If they could be given an identity, such as Welsh people, private secretaries of noble lords...

Let alone their motivation to work, if they know that if they do a good job, they may be able to get the title of lady knight in the future, then it will be even more so. They will work until they die and will be very loyal.

"Okay, young master. What about the other personnel?"

"Well... you are the housekeeper now. You have to examine the people here yourself. You will have to manage these people in the future. Do you understand? You have to learn to think!"

Alan threw down the information, glared and scolded, it was enough for him to read one person's information, how could he be expected to worry about everything?

“Yes… yes.”

"Okay, go inform Ceylon, Patrice, and Siphis and have a meeting tomorrow morning!"

Alan gave another instruction and motioned to the maid to massage his neck. Looking at Alan who was resting in the chair with his eyes closed, Xiao Shitou had no choice but to pick up the documents and prepare to inform the people Alan had just mentioned about tomorrow's meeting.

…

The next morning, after breakfast, Alan just came to the conference room and looked at the man and woman in the conference room. Only Ceylon and Patrice were there, and Siphis was not there.

"Where's Cepheus?"

Today, Allen was going to discuss the new movie with several of his subordinates who were in charge of film and television, but his veteran general Siphis didn't come, which was a bit strange.

…

Patrice awkwardly raised his hand to indicate that he wanted to speak.

Alan had just sat down and moved his teacup, motioning for him to speak.

"Master...Siphis is on a business trip to America."

"Huh? Are you on a business trip to America now? What happened there?"

Alan blinked, wondering why Siphis went to America at this time.

Now... Patrice was even more embarrassed, and said cautiously: "Master, Terminator 2 has been taken off the screen, and the three-month billing period is coming soon. Our box office in the United States is over 200 million US dollars."

"Huh?" It's due, so it's due. Alan was still a little unresponsive.

"That..." Patrice gritted his teeth, rubbed his hands and said, "In the past, even if our movies were released there, the box office was not much, and the dividends were in the tens of millions, and they were all tens or twenty million. These box office revenues had to wait for half a year before they would settle with us. But this time, it's hundreds of millions of dollars..."

…

Regardless of whether Allen's previous movies were good or not, they still had some influence and were widely circulated. This was mainly because he had been insisting on selling video tapes, so his lasting influence was relatively strong.

But there is one undeniable point: the box office of his movies were generally not very high during their release period.

If the box office is not high, the profits will definitely not be high.

The benefits are not high, so the voice is correspondingly low.

For amounts of 18 million, they will calculate based on the minimum term of half a year.

In the past six months, theoretically speaking, the 18 million yuan was used by the cinema chain, and it was used interest-free.

But this time things are different with the release of Terminator 2.

After deducting the share and taxes, they can finally get a dividend of 100 million US dollars. It is a bit unreasonable if they have to wait another half year for this money to be paid!

If you deposit 100 million US dollars in a bank, how much interest will you get in half a year?

So... as the pillar of the family's film and television business, Siphis couldn't help but fly to America in person, and brought old Carl with him to put pressure on the theaters to let them share the profits as soon as possible.

But... the reason is very simple, but if it is said out loud, it will indirectly imply that Allen's box office performance was not good in the past. He made several movies, but his apparent income was not as much as Cameron's income from this one movie.

Patrice was afraid that Alan would dislike him, so he spoke extremely awkwardly. He also had to consider Alan's thoughts and tried to speak carefully. He absolutely did not mean to look down on Master Alan!

…

“…”

After hearing the inside story, Alan squinted at Ceylon who was staring at the teacup in a daze, and then looked at Patrice who looked embarrassed.

Is it difficult to admit that others are excellent? Do you think he will be jealous of Lao Ka?

Am I that kind of person?

"So...how did it go?"

…

"Ahem, it was handled well, right? Master, who do you think Siphis met?"

Seeing that Alan didn't care at all, Patrice breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, the Hill family is a family with a long history. The young master has a broad mind.

"If you have to fart, do it now!"

Alan glared at Patrice. Was this old guy planning to go crazy again just because Ceylon was there?

Still want me to guess?

"Ah... uh, Master, someone has taken the initiative to help us this time!"

Patrice shrank his neck in fear at Alan's look, cautiously glanced at Ceylon, who still had her charm, and then began to tell Alan about the great man who had appeared this time.

Ever since Alan's sudden outburst around Christmas, Donald has been embarrassed. Obviously there is a problem at home, but not only does he not dare to admit it, he also has to do his best to help his wife and Alan cover it up.

If it were any other man, he would be suffocated to death, but Donald managed to hold it in.