Gerald was in a very good mood as he had finally found a godfather he liked for his child. He followed Alan all the way to Angus. Duke Gerald nodded and smiled at everyone he met on the way, which made the several minor nobles present feel flattered.

This richest duke...what happened today?

They couldn't understand how a father in his forties felt when he had a child in his old age.

…

Alan couldn't describe how he felt at the moment. He had come to the meeting happily, but as soon as he arrived, someone pulled him to send his godson and gave him money.

This... was so enthusiastic that he felt embarrassed to refuse. He could only comfort himself with the spirit of Ah Q. Anyway, he already had two naughty kids now. It didn't matter whether he let one sheep go or two sheep go. It didn't matter whether he had more godsons. At most, he would just have to add an extra pair of knives and forks to his home.

Besides, the child is still young, and it will take a few years to raise him.

It seems reasonable for a family of king's guards and a family of king's grooms to come together. It's just that the groom's family is doing too well now, which is a bit weird.

I was about to arrange the business in India, and when I fell asleep, a pillow came to me. The Duke of Swimminster reimbursed me for my land and factory first. This made me feel a little embarrassed. If it were possible...

Allen wanted more parents who could give him money and gifts in the future. This mother had a godson, which was more than what he could earn from doing business for several years. This was too cool.

If everyone is like him, then I can build a school in Wales and adopt a godson. Wouldn't that be more profitable than doing any business?

…

"Are you done talking?" The Duke of Angus looked at Gerald's flushed face and knew that the result was what he wanted.

"Hahaha... Today's closing ceremony is over, don't leave, come to my place!"

Gerald took the lead and invited the Duke of Angus and the Duke of Kent. He also put his left arm around Alan and looked like he was not going home until he was drunk tonight.

"I have to go back tonight. I have something to do."

Alan refused without thinking. He couldn't hang out with a bunch of old men. If he went to a party at their house and there wasn't even a girl there, and they just drank and ate, what was the point?

"Look at...you."

Angus was about to scold Allen again when he saw the door of the lounge opened again. A waiter trotted briskly to the Duke of Kent and whispered something.

"Let's go... His Majesty has arrived, let's go to the meeting!"

The Duke of Kent interrupted the conversation of several people, waved his hand like an elder brother, and asked the waiter to lead the way and walk in front.

…

With his hands hanging slightly at his sides, Alan stood straight and honestly, looking at the back of the Duke of Angus' head not far in front of him. He looked like a teacher standing on the podium during class and the students below pretending to listen to the lecture very seriously.

at this time……

The Queen, dressed in a turquoise suit, sat on the throne on the stage, and the background music was the British national anthem "God Save the Queen".

Everyone stood up and sang the national anthem to the Queen.

Alan also hummed softly, and while humming, he secretly glanced at the queen on the stage.

The British national anthem is very flexible. Although its current name is "God Save the Queen", if a male monarch is in power, by changing a few words and titles, the song will become "God Save the King". It is not fixed, but will change according to the gender of the reigning monarch. This is how we judge the situation.

In the foreseeable future, the song will probably be changed to "God Save the King" in a few decades.

Moreover, the content of this national anthem is a bit fucked up. The first part is boasting and blessing the Queen, but the second part is a bit harsh, explicitly referring to Scotland. The general meaning can be understood as, if the other party rebels, they must be dealt with severely like the old marshal did.

I wonder how the Scots would feel if they were asked to sing this great British anthem in a formal setting?

Do it yourself?

Thinking of this, Alan glanced at the Scottish nobles in the distance again. As expected... they had indifferent expressions and just hummed along.

Although this is the national anthem of Great Britain, it’s Great Britain, and those who understand will understand it.

This is only the national anthem of the British Empire that is recognized on the surface. But if we break it down, the four handsome guys who make up the United Kingdom of Great Britain each have their own national... er, no, it should be their own national anthem.

Anyway, unless it is a formal and necessary occasion, under normal circumstances, the official national anthem "God Save the Queen" is rarely used within the United Kingdom. Instead, the former overseas colonies still use this national anthem.

…

The House of Lords was exceptionally solemn today. After the song was finished, the noble lords were allowed to take their seats. The Queen spoke a few words with a smile on her face and continued to speak until the end.

"Next year... will be a new chapter, a new era is coming..."

Hearing this, Alan looked at the queen on the stage again. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but she clearly had a smile on her face, but this smile looked so fake, like a smile without any real meaning.

Alan knew what she was talking about. Some things, although many people later said that they disappeared suddenly, but if you trace them carefully and look at them slowly, you will find that they did not disappear suddenly, but were bound to disappear. It's just that the process was too fast and exceeded many people's predictions. That's all.

For some people, it would have been easy if they had known the inside story earlier. Although the Queen did not explicitly say why it was a new era, everyone in the audience roughly knew what she was talking about.

No wonder the Queen has to attend the closing ceremony in person today. It would be inconsistent with her personality if she didn’t come out and say something at such an important time.

After the Queen finished speaking, Alan quickly took the lead in applauding, doing what a host should do, and then welcomed Boss Cha to the stage. He would stand beside the Queen and continue to speak a few words.

…

Today's closing ceremony of Congress was more of a formality than a solemn one.

Anyway, nothing useful was said on the surface, but after listening to it, it felt like everything was said. There was a sense of relief, melancholy, and confusion about the future between the lines. Anyway, until the end of the congress, Alan felt a little lost.

Now……

He didn't know how to describe his mood, whether he should be happy or sad.

He just felt that the place was very far away from him, and he didn't have any deep feelings about it. He was a bit like a bystander, just quietly watching history progress.

"You really won't go with us?"

Angus looked at Alan with a gloomy face and didn't take it seriously. He thought he was almost falling asleep because of listening.

"No, you guys go have fun, I have something else to do, so I'm leaving now!"

Alan waved his hand, and without waiting for Angus to persuade him further, he nodded to Gerald who had not yet come out in the distance, and made a gesture as a farewell.

…

Monday, December 23, 1991.

At around 4 p.m., a silver-gray Rover 800 slowly drove to the gate of the manor. Ferguson rolled down the window, glanced at the guard, and said with a warm smile, "I am invited by your Excellency to attend today's Christmas banquet. Here is the invitation. There are two little guys sitting in the back, both of them are players of the team."

The guard had a blank expression on his face as always. He looked at Ferguson carefully, then looked at the invitation. He still remembered this football coach. He moved closer to the car and looked at the two teenagers sitting in the back seat. One of the blond teenagers was looking around curiously, while the other black-haired teenager seemed a little restrained, especially when he saw the look in the guard's eyes, he quickly lowered his head as if he had done something wrong.

Judging from his attitude, you can tell he is Welsh!

…

"snort."

The guard snorted, not caring. He waved his hand to signal Ferguson to go in and lectured him, "Please park your car in the parking lot. Why are you here so late? Next time you are invited, you must arrive early. Got it?!"

"I understand. We drove here from Manchester early in the morning. The road was a bit difficult to drive on. We won't do it again next time."

Ferguson nodded awkwardly. This security guard was no ordinary person. He just said a few words and he didn't dare to talk back.

The blond boy in the back seat, on the other hand, looked at Ferguson curiously. His head coach usually had a bad temper when he was in the club, and he had never seen him so peaceful.

…

Ferguson restarted his car and just entered the gate of the manor, he saw a man who looked like a bodyguard, patrolling with a big dog. When passing by their car, the big dog subconsciously bared its teeth at them.

Pointing at the big dog that had passed by, Ferguson smiled and said to the two people behind the car: "See, it's an ordinary patrol dog, but do you know how much its monthly salary is?"

"One hundred pounds?"

The blond boy has a very cheerful personality, not nearly as dull as the black-haired boy next to him.

"Humph, one hundred pounds? Eight hundred pounds! This was last year's monthly salary. I don't know if it has increased this year."

"Eight hundred pounds?"

The blond boy was slightly stunned. He was still signing a student contract, with no salary, only subsidies, which was 800 pounds per month.

Theoretically speaking, I am almost like a patrol dog?

The blond boy, who was only sixteen years old, could receive a monthly subsidy of eight hundred pounds, which was enough for him to be proud of. But today... he followed his coach here to see the world, but he did not expect that as soon as he entered the gate of the manor, his pride was crushed by the monthly salary of a patrol dog.

The blond boy quickly unbuckled his seat belt, climbed into the back seat, and looked at the patrol dog going away. When will I be able to get a weekly salary of thousands of pounds like the big guys in those teams?

Then surpass this dog!

"Hmph, stop looking. I'm telling you this to make you understand that as long as it follows the right person, even a dog can become extraordinary. Do you understand?!"

Ferguson looked at the two young men in the rearview mirror. He had high hopes for both of them. One was the current captain of the youth team, and the other was a very spiritual midfielder. They were the future of Manchester United. The children were still young and their values ​​were not mature yet, but the outside world was changing day by day. He must let them realize the benefits of being in Manchester United early and not become impatient.

"Got it, boss!"

The blond boy had a cheerful personality. After Ferguson said that, he became playful again. On the contrary, the black-haired boy next to him nodded slightly without saying anything.

…

A black tuxedo, a white starched shirt, a white bow tie on the collar, and high-waisted black pants, a standard aristocratic evening dress.

When Ferguson brought two young men in suits to see Allen, Allen was dressed like this, sitting on the sofa in the reception room, with his legs crossed and a cigarette in his right hand, looking very imposing. Several people around him who were dressed in the same smart clothes, each in their own small circle, gathered together and talked in low voices, while Allen sat alone on the single sofa.

To be honest, the blond boy had heard of Allen's name, but didn't have much impression of him. He also didn't like watching the movies he made, and sometimes he couldn't understand them. Everyone's aesthetic views are different now.

Now, I followed the boss to see this nobleman for the first time, and he felt very strong!

Even when he was sitting there, he would give people this feeling. The fabric of his shirt was bulging on his chest, and the outline of his chest muscles could be vaguely seen. His hair was combed meticulously. It was not the kind of hairstyle that was done with mousse, but a traditional back-combed hairstyle that was very retro, labor-intensive and time-consuming.

In addition, when he was smoking, he seemed to be thinking about something, and his face naturally took on a bit of gloom, making him look very imposing.

The blond boy, who was a little jumpy and looking around just now, became like the black-haired boy next to him and stood behind Ferguson in a somewhat restrained manner until he got closer.

…

"Merry Christmas, sir. I brought two little guys here today to show you. They are the future of the team."

Ferguson rubbed his hands, thought for a moment, then walked forward and picked up the ashtray on the coffee table. When he reached Alan, he whispered something, then squatted next to him naturally, holding up the ashtray so that Alan could flick the ashes.

"Oh? Ferguson is here..."

Alan came back to his senses, looked at Ferguson, and then looked at the two teenagers standing next to him. They can't be called teenagers, as the British look old. Judging from the physique of these two guys, they are almost the same as adults, and they even look stronger than adults.

"Your Excellency... this is the captain of the youth team. He was on the field when you watched the game the other day. I wonder if you still remember him. His name is Ryan Giggs. He is from Cardiff and is Welsh."

"Oh... Welsh?"

Alan subconsciously raised his voice, with a nasal tone at the end.

His tone suddenly changed, and he squinted at the black-haired young man Giggs in front of him, which scared Giggs.

It wasn't because of his tone, but because of instinctive fear.

Giggs moved to Manchester with his father when he was six or seven years old, and he didn't live in Wales for many years.

but!

When Welsh children were disobedient as children, their families would scare them by saying that if they did not behave again, they would be sent to a certain castle and the noble lords would eat them!

There is no need to say who this noble lord who eats children is. Although no one says his name, this trick of scaring children has been passed down from generation to generation, and it works every time.