Giggs' biggest impression of Wales is that there are nobles who eat children, and he...

Today I really came to this noble lord's house.

From the moment he entered the manor, he felt unwell all over, and the psychological trauma of his childhood resurfaced.

Now... the noble lord spoke to him.

Giggs swallowed his saliva, and recalled the words his boss taught him on the way here, and said, "Merry Christmas, sir. I am Giggs, currently the captain of the youth team. I will work hard and lead the team to better results in the future."

"Oh……"

Alan smiled slightly, very good, it seems that he has not brought shame to his family in the past few years, this Welsh guy is still very sensible. He likes to see these Welsh people be honest in front of him, every time this happens, he feels a sense of accomplishment.

…

But this Giggs...

Although he may not seem to be as famous as the young man next to him, his actual role and ability are definitely at the backbone level.

It's a pity though. Although he was successful in his professional career, his international career was bleak. As for the Welsh men's football team...

They are so inexperienced that they have only made it to the World Cup finals a few times and have always been synonymous with a bottom-feeder team that gives away points. Alan didn't understand before, with so many talented people, why couldn't they all play for the Three Cats Army?

Now he understands that no matter where these people play in the league, when it comes to the national team, they will stubbornly return to their national team, not the England team.

so……

Theoretically, the strongest team in Great Britain should be during the Olympics. At this time, the Great Britain Olympic team participates under the name of Great Britain. Here, there is no distinction between Scotland, England, Wales or Northern Ireland. At other times, it is not the same. Everyone plays their own game.

…

"This is David Beckham, he is only 16 years old this year, a very talented player, I am very optimistic about him."

Ferguson looked at the reserved Giggs, and pointed at the little golden retriever next to him with a look of disappointment.

"Hmm... I saw him that day too. He didn't play. He was sitting on the bench, right?"

"Yes, that's him..."

Ferguson smiled. It seems that being a little naughty has its advantages. It can make you have more opportunities to show your personality and show your face.

"David! Come and say hello to His Excellency."

Ferguson looked at Beckham, who had also become reserved, and waved with a smile, motioning him to come closer.

"Hello, Your Excellency, and Merry Christmas. My name is David Beckham, and I am... I am a midfielder in the youth team. I will... I will definitely be better than dogs in the future!"

David Beckham subconsciously imitated Giggs's words, revised them and said them again, but he didn't expect that he spoke in a hurry and said something shocking.

"???"

Allen looked at Beckham in bewilderment, then at Ferguson. What the hell is this? Giggs was fine just now. He said he would lead the team to achieve better results in the future. But what about this guy now? What do you mean by surpassing a dog? What dog?

"Ha ha……"

Ferguson was smiling brightly, not caring about Beckham's red face because of his wrong words. Instead, he explained to Allen what had just happened.

…

"Oh... is that so? You, there's a lot of time in the future. We'll be in the Premier League in the future, and the player salaries will increase year by year. Are you satisfied with 800 pounds? Among the current players, who has the highest monthly salary?"

Seeing Allen's inquiring eyes, Ferguson quickly replied: "Sir, it's John Barnes from Liverpool. He currently earns 10,000 pounds a week..."

“…”

Damn, is it so expensive now?

Hearing this number, Allen was also stunned. A weekly salary of 10,000 pounds, converted into a monthly salary, wouldn't it be 40,000 pounds? It was enough to pay the monthly salary of 50 patrol dogs.

"Good players, their salaries will definitely get higher in the future, haha, work hard and try to surpass them in the future!"

Allen encouraged Beckham, then put out his cigarette, stood up, straightened his clothes, and prepared to go to the restaurant for dinner.

Ferguson then stood up, put down his ashtray, and winked at the two young men who came with him to see the world. He was very satisfied with the current Manchester United.

From a positional perspective, Manchester United is located in England and can recruit most English players. And because Ferguson is Scottish, he can get Scottish players and Irish players across the sea. Finally, as the boss's territory is in Wales, he can also select players from Wales.

A club can freely select players from across the United Kingdom. In the early years of the Premier League when foreign players have not yet completely occupied the Premier League, this talent pool is already very abundant!

…

Today's dinner is very simple. Those who have contributed to the family get together as Christmas approaches. Everyone eats and drinks and chats a few words to encourage each other.

Ferguson had no part in such things in the past, but this time, because he won two championships, he was allowed to join the so-called management of the Hill family and join in the fun.

Alan sat in the main seat and glanced at everyone present.

There are not many women, only Ceylon and Rowling, and among the men, there are the only three knights in the family.

Butler Hutt sat on the left side closest to Allen, while old Carl, who was in charge of American affairs, sat on Allen's right side.

Siphis, the former assistant director and now a professional producer, was sitting next to Huth. Next to old Carl was Little Stone, and next to Little Stone was Matthias, the investment advisor in Allen's family.

Behind them were Congressman Thomas and Sheriff Rex, with Ceylon, Cameron and Luc Besson sitting below them.

Further back were Allen's comrades-in-arms. Ferguson's seat was further back, and sitting opposite him were Allen's assistant secretaries who were still at home.

…

Holding up the wine glass, Allen said, "In the past year, I have seen the contributions each of you has made to this family. After the dinner, the corresponding rewards will be distributed to you by Butler Hut himself."

The atmosphere should have been very cheerful, but when everyone saw Alan holding his wine glass expressionlessly and without a smile, no one dared to applaud. This young master had officially taken over the throne as the head of the family five years ago. Although the past few years seemed to be calm, the entire family is now thriving and is much stronger than when the old earl was here. This is something that everyone can see.

Now... let's see what he says next.

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"You should have seen the news. Over there..."

Allen pointed in a direction and said, "The results should be out in the next few days. Their parliament ends relatively late. After Christmas, I guess... there will be nothing after that!"

Although everyone present was not an ordinary person, many of them still subconsciously couldn't believe it when they heard such sudden news. But since these words were said by Alan, they had no choice but to believe it.

"Under these circumstances, next year is destined to be an uneasy year. I can't say for sure what the days ahead will be like, but..."

Allen thought for a moment and continued, "Next year, our focus will be on the new chain restaurant and India after the new year. The first half of the year will focus on these two projects, Cifex!"

"I am here!"

Siphis was pretending to be serious while listening to Alan's words, but when he heard his name being called, he quickly stood up.

"You are in charge of the film's post-production. When will it be released next year?"

"Master... We are planning to hold the premiere at the Berlin Film Festival, so I still have plenty of time."

"Okay! Sit down, don't be so restrained."

Alan said so, but as soon as he spoke, everyone became serious instinctively.

"As for the second half of the year, we'll have to see what's going on in the east. We'll make a decision after Zhang Xin reports back."

When Alan thought about the current situation over there, he hadn't learned about it recently. He wondered how Zhang Xin was doing after he went there with the money and supplies.

Seeing that he had said almost everything he needed to say, Alan smiled and raised his glass, saying, "Okay, let's have dinner. After today, we'll have the day off and go home for Christmas."

…

After taking a sip of red wine, Hut clapped his hands and signaled the servants to start serving the dishes.

Today's restaurant is using an extra-long table. If we follow the traditional way of serving large dishes at such a banquet, the food will not be tasty. Anyway, it is not a very strict banquet. This is just a family banquet, so in order for everyone to eat well and relax, the meal standard this time is based on the separate dining system.

This means that everyone gets a small portion of food and eats their own.

Moreover, today's meal is not divided according to traditional cuisine, but a hodgepodge, all prepared by the kitchen chef.

The main course is French food, but it is also interspersed with representative dishes from Italian, Chinese and Spanish cuisine. You can eat whatever tastes good.

…

David Beckham smiled and thanked the servant who helped him tie his napkin, then looked at Ferguson who had already started eating next to him.

The dozens of plates in front of him were filled with a wide variety of dishes, which was like a dream for Beckham.

He had never seen a banquet with so many dishes served at the same time since he was a child.

"Boss... there are so many dishes. What should we do if we can't finish them?"

Picking up a piece of fried lamb chop, Beckham whispered to Ferguson.

"Stupid, I'll let you taste a little of each. If they're delicious and suit your taste, you can eat more. If they're not delicious, just leave them alone."

Ferguson pointed with his fork at the increasing number of plates on the table and explained to Beckham like an experienced person.

"Ah? Just ignore it if it doesn't taste good? Then will they throw it away?"

Beckham looked at the ingredients on the table. Some of them he had never seen before. Anyway, they looked expensive. He could not finish the quantity by himself. For some dishes, he might only take a bite. It was such a waste...

"If you don't throw it away, are you going to feed it to the dogs? The dogs here have a special diet, they are nobles... Do you think you are going to eat in a restaurant? Hurry and eat, you won't be able to eat such food outside of here."

…

Ferguson smiled and urged Beckham to eat quickly. Based on the standard of today's dishes, he secretly estimated that this meal would cost tens of thousands of pounds. This did not even include the value of the wine. Could the wine served at the Earl's family banquet be cheap?

Think about the weekly salary of the most expensive player in the Premier League that I just mentioned, and compare it with this meal...

Even the best players, after working hard for a week, probably wouldn't earn enough for this meal.

"David...train well, play well, and you will make a lot of money in the future. The meal you are eating now is something that some people cannot afford even with their salary earned after working hard for a week or even a month. This is class, this is nobility!"

Beckham listened to Ferguson's words and secretly glanced at the noble lord a few meters away. He was holding the fork casually, taking a bite occasionally, and then looking at the people dining with a smile on his face. Occasionally, someone would bend over with a glass of wine and come over to say a few words to him.

That person was just sitting there, and I was just a kid who followed his coach to see the world. Things that were very normal and even unimportant in his eyes were things that ordinary people outside would not even dare to think about.

At this moment, the sixteen-year-old Beckham remembered this scene deeply, remembered this restaurant and the banquet hall just now, and the man sitting at the top of the long table. He also remembered the word that the coach told him, class, nobility!

…

At the same time a little later in the Eastern Hemisphere, China and Shanghai.

Due to the time difference, today in China is already the 24th, which is Christmas Eve.

Inside the hotel, several city leaders came specially to attend the rescue team's dinner.

Zhang Xin's face was flushed and he clinked glasses with several leaders one by one with confidence.

As the head of a support and donation team that operates as a family unit, theoretically, her rank is not high, and there is no need for these people to specially receive her.

If it were a few years ago, before she followed her parents to Hong Kong, the people in front of her were people she would hardly see on a daily basis.

But now, her identity is different!

He was the personal assistant secretary of the British hereditary earl and the head of the aid team. The aid materials and funds they brought totaled more than 100 million yuan!

What is the concept?

As of today, the total value of the materials and funds received from the outside world during this disaster exceeds 2 billion yuan, and the value of the materials received by their family, representing just one person, accounts for one twentieth of that!

From this perspective, it may not seem like too much, but among the remaining tens of billions, more than half of the aid comes from overseas Chinese.

If we calculate it this way, among all the foreign aid, the aid from the Earl's family they represent accounts for more than one-fifth.

This is private aid, not aid sent at the national level.

If you imagine this way, you will understand the value and significance of this batch of materials.

Whether from the perspective of friendship or financial resources, the material aid team led by Zhang Xin is worthy of being received by the leaders.

Moreover, there are dozens of foreigners in their team this time. Now Christmas is coming, which is New Year for them. It is only reasonable for them to come and visit and express their gratitude.

"Ms. Zhang, I heard from Mr. Peter a few days ago that your boss will send an inspection team next year?"

A middle-aged man with a square face smiled and talked to Zhang Xin.

He got this news by chance a few days ago. It was said that the capitalist would send someone to investigate.