Andrew opened the envelope tremblingly. Inside the envelope with the Hill family crest was an extremely exquisite piece of letter paper with a special pattern.
And the words written on such gorgeous letter paper.
How to put it, it gives people the feeling that a poor student is pretending to be a top student.
The tilted English handwritten letters can be seen to be written in the famous Spencerian script.
This so-called Spencerian script emphasizes bold and flamboyant strokes.
It was most popular a hundred years ago, but few people use it now. It mainly looks good when written and is more suitable for use in business occasions!
The row of English letters on the famous Coca-Cola logo is written in Spencerian script.
Whenever you see a circle or a large arc at the end of the stroke, it is a characteristic of this style of writing.
But at this time, the handwriting on this letter can only be said to be written in this style, but the handwriting is rather bad, and sometimes there are even cursive strokes...
But the circles are drawn very gracefully, and one can tell that the person who wrote these words must have a very wild personality.
The font does not affect reading, it just doesn't look very nice.
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"Andrew Kai:"
"You'd better control your wife and tell her not to mess around. If you can't satisfy her, you can cut down a section of the street lamp or telephone pole in front of your house and take it home and let her solve the problem herself. If that doesn't work, you can also keep two male dogs... Their structure should work."
Andrew held the letter and stared blankly at its contents. He was even dazed for a few seconds after finishing reading the letter.
What can't satisfy you?
What about street lights and telephone poles?
What is raising a dog...
What is all this?
But after a few seconds of silence, Andrew glanced at the big man who delivered the letter, who was looking at him with an extremely strange look.
Seeing that he was looking at him, the big man turned aside and pointed at the tank behind him and introduced it: "My master has something to say in the letter. This is a Welsh tank. Look...isn't the color beautiful? From now on, when you leave the house every day, you must pass under the green barrel of this tank."
"???"
Andrew stared blankly at the green Cromwell tank. The turret was tilted to the left, and the gun barrel of a small caliber was lying horizontally blocking the door of his house.
The Prince of Wales flag on the tank fluttered slightly in the breeze, as if mocking him.
The green gun barrel...I have to walk under this thing every day when I go out.
Combined with the content of the letter, what does this mean? If he doesn’t understand, he’d be a fool!
At this moment, he finally understood why they had to deliver the letter in a tank and why there was a prince's flag hanging on the tank.
This is a mockery!
ridicule!
The barrel of the gun was blocking their front door!
Although the letter only told him to control his wife, in fact the other person was pointing at his face and scolding him. He didn't dare to say anything even though he was cuckolded. Since you don't dare to say anything, you will have to go out under the green gun barrel every day in the future. The royal flag on the tank is like that man, watching him faintly, watching him crawling at his feet with a humble face even though he was cuckolded.
Andrew was so exhausted at the thought that he clenched his left hand over his chest. His eyes went dark and he fell backwards.
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As Andrew fell, the media that had rushed over started filming subconsciously, even though they didn't understand what was going on.
This situation is a bit strange, but since I'm here, I might as well take some pictures and then find out what happened.
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“Hahaha, did you take pictures of them all?”
Alan laughed while chewing bubble gum. He was so angry when he saw Andrew in the distance that he quickly patted Xiao Shitou who was taking pictures with a camera in the passenger seat.
"I've taken pictures of everything, don't worry, Master!"
Xiao Shitou put down his camera and looked at the man who had been helped up by the housekeeper with some sympathy...
These photos were not taken casually by Allen for bad taste.
He now has psychologists and very experienced doctors on his staff.
After taking the photo and sending it back, he can let his analysis team help him analyze whether Andrew is really angry or just pretending.
If it is true, Alan can roughly deduce his physical condition through his facial expression and the degree of pain in his face. Based on his own conditions, Alan can arrange the next course of action.
Although the ultimate goal is to kill him and use him as a warning to others, the method of killing him is particular and you can't just do it without asking any questions.
Be strategic!
The role that Allen plays now is probably that of a young villain who bullies the "common people". His master has an affair with someone else's wife, and he comes to bully the husband of the common people's wife. It's probably like this.
You have to bully him step by step, force him to lose his temper, and then... snap, when he is the angriest and most furious, kill him!
Maximize the benefits of his death.
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After waiting for a long time, he saw the old housekeeper help Andrew into the house and never come out again. As for the old woman whom Alan wanted to meet, she never showed up.
Alan took a breath and sneered.
"You're pretty calm."
This old woman's husband was so angry that he fainted at the door and didn't even come out. Did he see something?
After staring at their front door for another look, Alan ordered, "Call the police!"
"ah?"
Xiao Shitou subconsciously picked up the phone and was a little stunned when he heard Alan's request.
Aren't they here to cause trouble?
Why did you call the police?
"Master...?"
"Go ahead and call the police to handle it, hum..."
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It is definitely against the rules to park such a large tank at someone's doorstep and keep it there for several days.
But just moving it away like this doesn't fit in with Alan's plan, so... he has to use some unorthodox methods.
He is not used to waiting for others to make a move. Alan likes to strike first. Even if it means calling the police, he has to take the initiative to call the police!
There's nothing we can do. Master Allen is just so strong-willed that he won't lose to anyone!
The police will come soon. Do you want to move your car?
Sure...we want to move it too, but it's reasonable for such an old tank to have some problems, right?
Now it's just so bad here.
He agreed to move, but he had to wait until the tank was repaired.
It’s not that we don’t want to move, it’s that we can’t move…
A tank weighing more than 30 tons can't be moved by anyone except itself!
What?
You want to call a tow truck?
This tank is the private property of the Hill family. Who dares to touch it without the consent of the noble lord?
If anyone touches this thing without Alan's approval, it would be considered an infringement of the private property of the nobility!
This thing can be big or small. The British government is so powerful that even if they want to weaken the nobility, they have to do it secretly through covert methods such as taxation. Who would dare to touch the nobility's things without permission in broad daylight?
This tank must stay here until it is "repaired". When Alan feels that it has had enough, it will move on its own, and no one else can do it!
He just couldn't believe it. How could they tolerate having such a big green tank parked at their doorstep for a week?
If you can bear it, you are a man!
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"Oh, right..."
Alan suddenly remembered the tabloid he saw in the morning. Karami was a very dirty woman and she even knew how to smear people through tabloids. This was a good example for Alan.
"Shi Tou, please contact that tabloid later."
"Master, which one?"
"Tsk... it's the newspaper I read this morning. Go contact them and ask them to reveal some dirt on Andrew. Humph... Let them know subtly that we did it. It would be better if you give them some money so that Karami will also know."
Alan narrowed his eyes and stared at the gate. Doesn't this woman like to smear others in the newspapers?
I will use the newspaper you like to discredit you - husband, and deliberately let you know that it was me!
I just want to ask you if you feel disgusted.
It's disgusting...it's even more disgusting to come.
Alan is planning to stay in London for a few more days, and he will just watch the show every day. These days are quite fun.
"Let's go...I won't watch anymore, let's go to Angus's house."
Alan saw a police car coming and said hello, saying he was going to visit a friend.
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The May Day in the UK is usually just one day off. In the first week of August, there will be a regional Labor Day in the UK, which will also have three days off.
But this doesn't matter to Allen, as he belongs to the group that doesn't need to attend administrative classes.
Today is the 2nd, Saturday, and Congress is closed for the weekend. Alan is bored and plans to talk to Angus and ask if there is anything new in Congress recently.
These days he has to hang out in Congress openly, but secretly on his way to work every day, he stops by Karami's house to watch what's going on. That's the process.
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The Duke of Angus no longer has a house in Manchester. He bought this house in London two years ago with the help of Alan's connections and a loan. It is not far from Karami's home and is located in a large community.
The decoration style is still the American country style that Angus loves.
It seems a little bit unique on this street. The extended white Lincoln parked at the door is the symbol of the Duke of Angus.
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"Hahaha, why are you so late? Is there a traffic jam? I just saw a police car passing by."
The Duke of Angus was still the same, with a big belly, wearing home clothes and suspenders on his pants. His big belly made the suspenders tight. He raised his chubby hand and looked at his watch. Alan was nearly twenty minutes late than the appointment time. He thought Alan was stuck in traffic.
"I'm just watching the fun on the way. Haha, you'll know in two days."
Alan patted Angus's big belly gently, and without pretending, he walked into their house first.
This was his first time here. As soon as he entered the door, he could see a whole wall of animal head specimens hanging on the wall of the living room opposite, including lions, rhinos, wolves, deer and so on.
The furniture in the house is quite simple. I guess they didn’t have much money when it came time to buy furniture. The overall feeling is quite disconnected.
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The two sat down on the sofa in the reception area of the side hall. Angus took out a thin folder and threw it to Alan, saying, "This is the information you asked for. There hasn't been any major events recently. Oh? By the way... It seems that we will vote on a plan on Monday. It seems that we are preparing to build two new aircraft carriers."
"???"
Alan's hand holding the documents froze for a moment.
Is Daying rich again now?
Are we so extravagant that we have to build another aircraft carrier?
A few years ago, the Navy was so poor that it even sold an aircraft carrier to India. Now that it has enough money, is it preparing to restore the glory of the Royal Navy?
Alan flipped through the documents and searched until the last few pages before he saw the information about aircraft carriers.
The introduction above is very straightforward. In order to increase regional influence, the government is preparing to start a new round of aircraft carrier construction plan. This time, what will be discussed is not what kind of aircraft carrier should be built, but the issue of building aircraft carriers!
In other words, gentlemen, please come up with a rule on whether or not to build an aircraft carrier.
Although noble members cannot interfere in many specific matters, they can review them in the House of Lords. If the House of Lords really gives you trouble for the plans submitted by the House of Commons, although there is a high probability that they will be passed after a few years of delay, but... this is just a waste of time. As long as the gentlemen want to cause trouble, they will definitely find a way.
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Alan looked at the introduction in the information, squinted his eyes and thought secretly, it seems that Britain is not really useless, there are still some people who are unwilling to become a puppet of America completely.
So... in order to have more autonomy and influence, aircraft carriers are very necessary.
The mighty Invincible Fleet has now been reduced to the role of an Atlantic escort envoy. This cannot continue in the long run!
But Allen’s stance is different now, and his ideas are different too.
What seemed like a good plan to the House of Commons was not so good to Allen.
Mainly...
He can't get anything from this plan!
Oppose if there is no benefit!
With this money, why don't you think about building a garden for Her Majesty the Queen first?
Humph... building an aircraft carrier, what a lack of ambition!
The Queen didn't even hold a celebration for her anniversary of accession to the throne this year, and she has been living frugally all day long. Now that we have money, can't we compensate her first?
…
Looking at the plan, whether it was to build it themselves, buy it from outside, or half build and half buy from outside, Alan scoffed.
The plan sounds good, so let's just say that the aircraft carrier construction plan in this plan will cost at least several billion pounds for one project.
This is not as simple as building two aircraft carriers.
Related supporting equipment, carrier-based aircraft, and escort ships all need to be taken into consideration!
Of the billions of pounds in the entire project, after all the manipulation at all levels, no one can tell how much money will be left to build the aircraft carrier.
Since you can't eat the meat, then just mess with them first. If you don't agree with this plan, let's just argue about it first.
Well...it's settled, let's go to Congress on Monday!
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Monday, May 4th.
After watching today's fun early in the morning, Alan joined the Duke of Angus and went to the Congress for a meeting.
Everything is done according to the process.
Alan, wearing his red parliamentary robes, sat on a refurbished ottoman and looked around distractedly.
Not many people came to the meeting today. I counted them...there are less than a hundred people.
The deputy speaker knocked with a small hammer, coughed, and began to read out the new plan, which was the preliminary verification plan for building an aircraft carrier.
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The Deputy Speaker had just finished reading out the plan and began to scan the audience with his head down, signaling that the noble members could begin expressing their opinions.
"I object!"
Alan raised his right hand and shouted before he was asked.
Just this one move attracted all the sparse attention around him.