"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 withstand 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.

…

"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.

…

"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 Indian magic 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.

…

"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.

…

"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 a 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.

…

"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.

…

"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.

…

今天的比赛打六节，查老板拍了拍艾伦的肩膀道：“那我就打一号了，三号就由你来打了。”

马球比赛球员的号码，分一至四号。

一号是射门手，主要负责骑马射门。

二号是中场，主要负责组织进攻，给射门手传球。

三号是中后场，也负责组织传球，但也负责一定的防守任务。

四号是纯防守球员，只负责防守，偶尔抢到球了，再给其他队友传球。

马球很多规则和足球有相通的地方，就是对抗双方的球员少点，场地大点，最后的目的，都是把那颗小小的马球，弄进球门里。

而以往查老板可不打一号，他喜欢打四号，但他不是纯防守球员，他喜欢那种像足球一样，一路从后场“盘带”，骑着马带着球，从后场冲刺到前场，最后射门的感觉。

这种一条龙式的突破，看着最刺激，也最帅气！

……

马球球员，是分等级的，而这个等级，直接代表着球员的水平！

目前世界上有好几种等级制度，但最主流的就是三四种，而大英这边的等级制度就是其一。

球员等级官方来算一共分为12级，而现在民间还多出来一级。

最菜的就是N级，就是民间菜鸟级，骑上马，拿上球杆，稍微知道马球赛的规则，就算是N级球员了，算是业余中的业余。

而N级之上，就是正规的12级球员了，最低级的是－2级。

然后－1级、0级，之后一直排到10级。

10级算是最高的，不过很可惜，目前全世界，理论上存在的10级马球球员，都是阿根廷人，大英没有。

而所有的10级球员，全世界加起来，好像只有四、五个人。

剩下的9级、8级、7级、6级，这些级别的球员，普通人可能以为有很多？

但现实情况是，从6级球员开始一直到10级球员，全世界达标的球员，加起来都不到50名。

2级和3级的算是最多的，4级和5级的已经是职业选手的级别了。

而马球赛还有个很操蛋的规定，比如像阿根廷队，他们有数位10级球员，是不是他们派四名10级球员出场，他们就无敌了？

并不是！

每场马球比赛，是限制等级的。

规则是，四名上场球员，球员总等级加起来，不能超过10级。

也就说如果某个马球队孤注一掷的想派一位10级球员出场，那……

不好意思，那就只能出场一名10级球员，剩下的三名球员，就得上0级的菜逼了，没人会带负等级的充数，那些人太菜了。

而查老板，看起来好像其貌不扬的，但他是大英数得着的马球高手！

等级为6级！

已经达到了职业选手的程度，国内排名妥妥的能进前十。

也就是因为查老板水平高，去年马球比赛输了，他才会那么耿耿于怀。

想象一下，玩那些竞技游戏，某个王者段位的选手，大意之下输给了一个白银段位的选手，心态会不会炸裂？

砸键盘都是轻的！

……

代表贵族尊贵的蓝色上衣，白色的紧身马裤，黑色的马靴。

艾伦坐在凳子上，张开双臂由佣人给他穿戴其他保护装备，护膝、护肘、护腕，还有头盔。

旁边的一匹毛色极其炫酷的灰马，整体呈灰色，但灰色的毛色里，夹杂着一个个像是三角形状的白色格子花纹，非常罕见。

这玩意看起来就像头灰色的豹子，屁股后面长长的马尾，被叠起来几层，缠成了一个只有一掌多长的小揪揪，这是为了怕马尾被踩踏或者受到伤害，和柯基犬切尾巴有点异曲同工之妙。

这匹灰马就站在艾伦旁边，昨天艾伦和它们混熟了，此时一人一马大眼瞪小眼。

艾伦朝小灰马挤挤眼开口道：“等会儿勇敢点，今天要是表现的好了，回去之后我就买匹母马送给你！”

小灰马看起来非常机灵，听到艾伦的话，鼻孔猛地收缩扩张，吭哧吭哧的喘着粗气，前蹄还在草地上狠狠的蹬了几下。