"Ha ha ha ha!"
Diana covered her mouth and giggled, then sat up straight and secretly glanced at the Indian polo players. Looking at their body shapes, she understood what Alan meant.
Technically, as far as Diana knew, Alan didn't play polo much.
Just think about it, how good can the polo skills of a player who has been riding bulls since he was a child be?
But Alan's temper is... very reckless!
Combined with his strong physique, if the game is played in pure confrontation without using technology, the Indians will definitely not be able to stand it!
If you are careless, you may even be knocked off your horse.
The Hill family used to be a family of heavy cavalry. Letting such people play polo, and playing against the technical Indian "aristocratic" team, that scene...
Diana couldn't bear the thought.
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"Keep working hard, so I can use your brilliant achievements to find a marriage partner for you."
Diana smiled and raised her right fist to encourage Alan.
"Tsk...you and..."
Alan glanced at Diana and asked.
Didn't Boss Cha say that the two of them had made an appointment for dinner? He just wanted to gossip a little and see how it went.
"Humph! Children, stop asking questions about adult matters!"
Diana rolled her eyes, looking a little clever, glared at Alan and mocked him.
“…”
If I ask you two about your affairs again, I'll be a dog!
Alan took a deep breath, turned his face away, propped his chin with his hand, crossed his legs, and watched the dance below.
As I was looking, I suddenly felt a strong gaze staring at me.
It was a very strange feeling. The other party should not have any hostility, but Alan could just feel that someone was looking at him.
But when he turned his head slightly to look in the direction where he felt the sensation, he didn't find the target.
When he turned his head, that feeling came back.
After going back and forth several times, Alan became a little nervous and began to doubt whether his intuition was accurate.
After a few awkward coughs, Alan asked Diana softly, "Aunt, did you bring a makeup mirror? Let me use it."
"Huh? What do you do with this?"
Diana looked at Allen's serious expression and subconsciously took out a palm-sized powder box from her bag. When she opened it, there was a small mirror inside.
Allen took the powder box and didn't look in that direction. Instead, he looked at the dance on the court with a focused look on his face. He held the powder box with a mirror in his left hand and slightly adjusted the angle left and right in the direction that his intuition suggested.
Until a person appeared in the mirror. She must have seen Alan watching the dance below, so she looked over here openly.
Alan deliberately turned his head slightly, focusing all his attention on the mirror, and then...
Sure enough, that person was looking at him. He was just about to turn his head slightly, and as soon as he moved, that person quickly lowered his head. When Alan turned his head back to look at the dance again, she raised her head and looked over here again, like playing hide-and-seek.
Silently noting down the man's approximate location, Alan took out a pen and paper from his jacket pocket, wrote down the man's location, gender, approximate age, approximate features, clothing color and other information, and then called in a bodyguard.
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"Go and find out what this man is doing. He keeps looking this way."
The bodyguard was subconsciously startled when he received Alan's note. He thought Alan had discovered the assassin. He was so scared that his face turned pale. He quickly bent over and retreated at a very fast pace, ready to check for the person.
After arranging the bodyguards, Alan continued to look at the woman with the small powder box in his hand. From a distance, he could tell that she was a young woman wearing traditional Indian clothing with a red dot on her forehead.
Every time Allen saw this image of an Indian woman, he wanted to laugh.
It's not that he discriminates against others, but he always thinks of Lao Guo's crosstalk. There was a crosstalk about entrusting one's wife and son to a friend or something like that?
Anyway, it was New Year's Eve, and Uncle Yu's head was going to be chopped off. Before the beheading, Uncle Yu won a prize, and the gift was a beautiful Indian woman. Then he was so naughty that he scratched the red dot on her forehead, revealing a few big words inside - special prize, and the prize was several barrels of magic Indian oil.
Allen was so impressed by this crosstalk that now when he sees Indian women dressed like this, he wants to remove the red dot on their foreheads to see if there are any words behind them.
Because they were far away, and because the woman was wearing makeup, Alan looked closely at her image in the mirror, and upon closer inspection, he found that she seemed to be quite pretty.
Then, as I watched, I saw two big men in black quietly walk up behind the woman, press something against her back, and then lead her out of the viewing area for inspection.
"snort!"
Alan sneered as he watched the person being taken away.
Alan could understand if someone looked at him or glanced at him, no matter if she was a beauty or not, but this girl kept staring at him, and when he turned his head to look at her, she lowered her head guiltily. No matter if there was a problem or not, he had to catch her and ask her, just in case.
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"Uh... Your Excellency, we have asked and asked several ladies to search her thoroughly. There is nothing dangerous on the target."
More than an hour later, the bodyguard quietly came to Allen again, squatted down and reported the situation in a low voice.
"Hmm? No problem? Then why is she staring at me?"
Alan frowned, a little confused.
The bodyguard grinned with a look of pain on his face, glanced at Alan, smacked his lips and said, "She said you are very beautiful, she just wants to see you, there is no other intention."
"?"
He exchanged a glance with the bodyguard, who saw Alan's unconvincing look. The information obtained so far was the result of several people asking in turn. The man was taken away for no reason, and he had no dangerous items on him, and he had not done anything. This was the most reasonable result. They couldn't force him to confess by torture, right?
Although this reason was ridiculous, the bodyguard still nodded firmly at Alan.
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"hiss..."
Now, am I just being too sentimental?
But as the head of the guards, it's not wrong to be more vigilant, right?
Alan couldn't think of what to do for a moment.
"What does she... do?"
"Uh... a model. She works for a small modeling agency near Bollywood. She is the best model in their agency."
"Hmm? What's her caste?"
"Brahmin, her father is a naval officer, her mother seems to be a teacher, and her family is well off."
The bodyguard did not introduce the caste of her parents, because Brahmins are likely to only marry Brahmins. Now that their child is a Brahmin, her parents must both be Brahmins.
"hiss..."
As the bodyguard finished his words, Alan hissed in pain.
This is not an easy thing to do. It would be fine for an ordinary person, but now this person is a Brahmin and a Bollywood model, and he has done nothing wrong, so we cannot handle it hastily. Fortunately, the bodyguards knew when to act, knowing that most of the people present today were of some status, so they couldn't force it. Even when they searched her, they searched a woman, so she should not have been troubled.
"How about this...you..."
Alan thought for a moment and said, "Let her go back and continue watching the game. The game is about to start, and then...well, after I finish the game, I can allow her to give me flowers."
Although this arrangement seemed extremely arrogant and contemptuous, it was a courtesy for her to present flowers to a great noble of the former colonial master, Britain. Diana would also present flowers to Boss Cha after the game today...
Alan thought this arrangement was good. Since you like to watch, I'll give you a chance to present flowers to the master at close range.
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"Okay, sir, then..."
The bodyguard glanced in Boss Cha's direction and said, "Sir, you and His Highness should prepare to change your clothes."
"Okay, go ahead, I'll talk to His Highness!"
Alan waved his hand impatiently and drove the bodyguard away, then stood up and shook his shirt first. When he stood up, he was very conspicuous. When the bodyguard came over just now, he was bending over and half squatting. Now Alan stood up openly.
Walking up to Boss Cha, Allen said, "Your Highness, it's time to change your clothes and prepare for the game."
"Oh? Haha! Alan...Okay, let's go now!"
Boss Cha was happily chatting with the King of Kerala next to him. When Alan called him, Boss Cha smiled and agreed.
As Boss Cha stood up, all the Indian "nobles" nearby stood up one after another and saw him off. Later they would be able to witness the British Crown Prince and traditional British aristocrat, the Earl of Carmarthen, playing polo on the court in this viewing area!
This kind of thing is enough to brag about for a lifetime.
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"Hahaha, how was Alan's preparation yesterday?"
Boss Cha walked slowly with his hands behind his back, talking to Alan as he walked. He also nodded to the people standing up on his right and greeting him, as if he was inspecting them.
"Don't worry, Your Highness. Just focus on scoring the goal and I'll take care of the rest!"
What is Business Polo?
Pass the ball well and leave the highlight moment to the leader!
Why is it that in many departments, the leaders in office perform extremely well in a certain sport, whether it is a competition organized by the unit or by the city or province, their results are very good, but once they retire, their results plummet.
Is it because they are getting old that their competitive level is affected?
Not at all!
But the people who used to play business ball with them no longer play with them.
Uh...the leaders here, Alan is talking about are all from Great Britain, not anywhere else.
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Today's game will last for six quarters. Boss Cha patted Allen on the shoulder and said, "Then I will play number one, and you will play number three."
Polo players are numbered from one to four.
Number one is the shooter, who is mainly responsible for shooting on horseback.
Number two is the midfielder, who is mainly responsible for organizing the attack and passing the ball to the shooter.
Number three is in the midfield and backcourt, and is also responsible for organizing the pass, but also for certain defensive tasks.
Number four is a pure defensive player, responsible only for defense. Occasionally he grabs the ball and then passes it to other teammates.
Many of the rules of polo are similar to those of football, except that there are fewer players on both sides, the field is larger, and the ultimate goal is to get the tiny polo ball into the goal.
In the past, Boss Cha didn't play as number one, he liked to play as number four, but he was not a pure defensive player. He liked the feeling of "dribbling" all the way from the backcourt like in football, riding a horse with the ball, sprinting from the backcourt to the frontcourt, and finally shooting.
This kind of one-stop breakthrough looks the most exciting and handsome!
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Polo players are divided into levels, and this level directly represents the level of the players!
There are several class systems in the world today, but there are only three or four that are the most mainstream, and the British class system is one of them.
Officially, player levels are divided into 12 levels, but there is one more level among the public.
The worst is the N level, which is the civilian rookie level. If you can ride a horse, pick up a polo stick, and know a little about the rules of the polo game, you can be considered an N level player, an amateur among amateurs.
Above level N are regular level 12 players, and the lowest level is -2.
Then -1, 0, and all the way up to 10.
Level 10 is considered the highest, but unfortunately, currently, the theoretically existing level 10 polo players in the world are all Argentines, and there are none in Britain.
And among all the level 10 players in the world, there seem to be only four or five of them.
As for the remaining players at levels 9, 8, 7, and 6, ordinary people may think that there are many of these levels?
But the reality is that, from level 6 players to level 10 players, there are less than 50 players in the world who meet the requirements.
Levels 2 and 3 are the most numerous, while levels 4 and 5 are already at the level of professional players.
There is also a very fucked-up rule in polo matches. For example, the Argentine team has several level 10 players. Does that mean they are invincible if they send out four level 10 players?
Not at all!
Every polo match has restricted levels.
The rule is that the total levels of the four players on the field cannot exceed 10 levels.
In other words, if a polo team is desperate to send a level 10 player to play, then...
Sorry, only one level 10 player can play, and the remaining three players will have to be level 0 players. No one will bring negative level players to make up the numbers, because those people are too weak.
Boss Cha may not look good, but he is one of the best polo players in Britain!
The level is 6!
He has already reached the level of a professional player and can definitely be ranked in the top ten in the country.
It is because Boss Cha is so skilled that he is so upset about losing the polo match last year.
Imagine playing those competitive games, and a player in the King rank loses to a player in the Silver rank due to carelessness. Will his mentality explode?
Smashing the keyboard is the least of the worries!
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The blue top, white tight breeches and black riding boots represent the nobility.
Alan sat on a stool with his arms outstretched as the servants put on other protective gear for him, including knee pads, elbow pads, wrist guards, and a helmet.
Next to it is a gray horse with extremely cool fur. It is gray overall, but its fur is interspersed with white plaid patterns that look like triangles, which is very rare.
This thing looks like a gray leopard, with a long ponytail behind its butt, which is folded up into several layers and tied into a small bun that is only a palm's length. This is to prevent the ponytail from being stepped on or damaged, which is somewhat similar to cutting the tail of a Corgi.
The gray horse was standing next to Alan. Alan had become familiar with them yesterday. At this moment, the man and the horse were staring at each other.
Alan winked at the little gray horse and said, "Be brave later. If you behave well today, I will buy you a mare when I return!"
The little gray horse looked very clever. When it heard Alan's words, its nostrils suddenly contracted and expanded, and it panted heavily, and kicked the grass hard with its front hooves a few times.
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