Although when I first came back to my new home, it did feel a bit like a hotel.

But now this "hotel" is a "private hotel" belonging to Allen alone!

There are hundreds of servants in the whole house who have to revolve around him and serve him.

This is the result of Allen's hard work over the years.

No matter where the money for building this new manor came from, he now has a new home!

Every penny spent on this manor was earned through hard work.

I made so much money, lost so much money, but in the end, what was it all for?

Isn't it this moment?

…

As soon as he got off the car, Alan stretched out his hands and a servant helped him take off his windbreaker.

Hut led the way in front and explained the trivial matters of the day. Alan followed behind and listened.

In fact, Hut doesn't have to come out to greet him every time, but Hut just likes it this way. He likes to stand at the door to greet him the first time Alan comes back. Only at this time is he happiest.

"Master, that Leipzig has been secretly brought back and locked up. When do you want to see him?"

Hut and Allen were walking in front, with two servants following not far behind them. But at this time, Hut asked Allen in a low voice that was inaudible.

"Let's lock him up first. Where's old Carl?"

"Him? Haha... He went to London yesterday. I think he went to some film and television academy. He went there with Patrice... He just came back at noon today and seems to be resting now."

Huth said this, winking at Alan with a look that all men understand.

"Oh..." Looking at Hut's eyes, Alan was stunned at first. After taking a few steps, he remembered that these two old guys got together and formed a team to go to London, so the two of them... might not have done anything good.

Although old Carl and Patrice are not young anymore, they still have the necessary needs. Things are different now than they were in the past. Given their status, even if they want to play, they only play high-end ones. It is understandable that they go to London to play occasionally.

Anyway, Alan knew that Patrice preferred older and more charming girls, but he was not sure what type old Carl liked.

It’s just that these two old guys came back from playing and haven’t woken up yet?

…

"Go ask the kitchen to prepare something for me. I want to eat... hot pot fish. Ask someone to call Old Carl and have him eat with me."

"Okay, I'll let him know in a minute."

Hu Te smiled and nodded. He stretched out his hand and called one of the servants who followed behind him. He whispered a few words to him. The servant nodded and trotted off to inform

…

"Master!"

Old Carl was wearing a loose white bathrobe and called out "Alan" with a lowered look.

"Are you here? Sit down."

The new bathroom is no longer in the traditional bathroom style of the old manor. Alan likes big and spacious bathrooms, and this small bathroom suits his taste very well.

The bathroom, which is more than 60 square meters, is not too big. One third of the area is occupied by a huge bathing pool, which is divided into cold water area and warm water area.

There is a small table next to the pool where you can soak in the pool and eat while soaking.

At this time, Alan was sitting by the pool in the hot water area, his body soaked in the water, steam rising. On the small table next to him, there was a pot of hot pot fish in two flavors: spicy and pickled.

There are relatively few freshwater fish here, and... although Alan goes fishing occasionally, he seldom eats freshwater fish. The fish in the hot pot now is flounder, which has delicate meat and even if it has thorns, they are soft and can be eaten directly.

Motioning to old Carl to sit down and eat together, Alan picked up a piece of fish fillet covered with red oil, which looked appetizing. He shook off the peppercorns on the fish fillet, put it in his mouth, and grabbed the happy water on the table and took a sip.

…

"Are you busy these days?"

"Uh... not busy."

Old Carl was not very skilled in using chopsticks, but at least he knew how to use them. He would eat whatever Alan asked him to, but he didn't eat spicy food. He could only eat pickled cabbage, which suited his taste. He had just picked up a piece of fish fillet with great effort and put it in his mouth when he heard Alan's question. He swallowed the fish fillet whole, regardless of the fact that it was hot, and responded.

"Hmm... Have you wasted your life in America in the past few years? Can you still do some heavy work?"

Alan glanced at Old Carl's embarrassment, smiled, and continued eating fish.

"Master! As long as you need me, Old Carl is always at your service. What do you want me to do?!"

Old Carl thought that Allen despised him for being old and incapable, so he put down his chopsticks, patted his chest, and made a loud assurance.

"Hmph... As long as you can work, I need you to do some of your old job recently... Can you still go to Swansea?"

"Swansea?!"

Hearing about this strange yet familiar place, Old Carl was filled with emotion. That was where his second life began, so why couldn't he go? !

…

Old Carl didn't know about what was happening in Swansea. The reason why he stayed at home was because of what was happening in America. Although the news direction had changed recently, Old Carl was not in a hurry to go back. He just came back to rest for a few more days.

"Master...what are you going to Swansea for?"

Old Carl was a little curious. This was the closest big city to Carmarthenshire. He had struggled there for half his life and had lived an anonymous life, working honestly as the owner of his auto repair shop and occasionally doing some dirty work. Of all the people in the Hill family, old Carl was the one who was most familiar with Swansea.

"Well...Thomas told me a situation a few days ago."

Alan briefly repeated to old Carl everything about the single management area.

…

The Swansea of ​​today is not the Swansea of ​​a few decades later.

It is not because of the Swansea City that became well-known after the Premier League team became famous.

Although it is adjacent to Carmarthenshire, Swansea now refers to both a city and a region.

To give a small example, the Swansea here is a bit like Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai. It refers to this entire area, which is the area in the southeast corner of Carmarthenshire, including Swansea, Ness, Talbut Port and Gower Peninsula.

The Swansea that people are familiar with decades later has become a unitary county city within a unitary administrative area. The entire urban cluster with old Swansea as its center is known as a big city.

There are fundamental differences between the two in terms of size and administrative level.

…

“Master…if you want to annex Swansea, then…there are a lot of troubles over there.”

Old Carl is of course happy that the Hill family can expand their territory secretly, but the idea is good, but if he really wants to realize it, given Old Carl's long time in Swansea and his understanding of the place, it is definitely impossible to do it relying on the operations of a few people alone.

It's complicated over there!

"I know about the Russell family. I already have a plan. What you are going to do next is also related to this matter."

Alan frowned, thinking that old Carl was worried about this matter.

"No, no, no, Master... Back then, Master didn't care much about the affairs in Swansea, so there were still gangs and bandits surviving there. It wasn't because Master didn't want to care. The situation there was very complicated."

"Oh? You mean those foreign companies?"

"right!"

Old Carl held a spoon in his left hand and chopsticks in his right hand. He used the chopsticks as a lever to push the fish fillet into the spoon. While eating, he said, "Although that foreign enterprise zone was built less than ten years ago, it is close to the port and the railway. So many foreign companies have built factories there. In addition, there are many foreigners, so it is very chaotic, so it provides a lot of room for many gangs to survive. But they also know their limits and will never come out under normal circumstances."

"I remember that the master asked me to steal... cough cough cough..." Old Carl spoke fluently and coughed twice before explaining: "London later built a small intelligence department. The master knew that place and asked me to secretly find out their situation. That intelligence department was responsible for keeping an eye on these foreign companies to prevent them from colluding with those Northern Irish thugs."

"I know."

Alan knew these things, even if he didn't know them before, but after looking at some of his father's notes, he roughly understood them. However, his focus was not on this at the time, so he didn't care much about these things.

…

"Then Master... since you know this, if these people knew that you were plotting to take Swansea, would they try to stop you? Although this is Wales, these people are from several countries. I'm afraid they will cause trouble for you."

"snort!"

Allen put down his chopsticks and stared at Old Carl for a long time. Seeing that Old Carl was uncomfortable, he tilted his head and said, "Is this something I should consider, or something you should consider? I just asked you if you can still work. What did you say?"

"I……"

Old Carl was stunned for a moment before he suddenly realized: "I understand, young master. I will kill anyone who tries to stop you."

"Hahaha! That's right. Who do they think they are right in front of our house? Kill them if you don't agree. I want to see who is afraid of me or I am afraid of them before Talbut Harbor is filled with their corpses."

"yes!"

Old Carl excitedly grabbed a can of Coke, drank it in one gulp instead of wine, and then burped. Since going to America, he has slowly transformed from a person who could do dirty work with his own hands to a boss.

Later, Allen conferred him a title, and he suddenly became an old knight from Britain. When he was outside, in order not to embarrass Allen, he had to pay attention to his image wherever he went. He lived a life of luxury for several years, and his conditions were good, but old Carl always felt that life was boring, otherwise he would not have personally asked about the arms sales. He was bored and his hands were itching to get involved!

Now, the young master finally lets him do some dirty work himself, the dirty work that he likes the most and is best at, and it’s right at his doorstep, in the city he is most familiar with. This feeling... is like having a son in old age, it feels so good!

…

"Okay, I'll tell you something else."

Alan dropped his chopsticks, draped the towel over his back, and pressed himself into the pool, the warm water covering him up to his neck.

"I have a guy there, an old guy. According to the information we found, he should be the illegitimate son of the Russell family. Usually, he is in charge of the Russell family's shady business outside. I went to visit the Russell family today and scared the old earl. Hahahaha... I said to him in front of him that I would kill the old guy's whole family, and the old earl didn't even dare to fart. Their Russell family is already ruined."

"Master, what do you mean?"

"Well... Swansea can be in chaos, but not for no reason. We are a small population in Wales, and everyone knows who is in each area. If an outsider suddenly shows up, it is inevitable that he will be a little deliberate. Later, you will go find this old guy, take him away, control him secretly, and then use his name, or... in the name of the Russell family, to quietly stir up internal strife among those companies that have bad relations. As for their competitors, you can be more ruthless."

Old Carl didn't care about eating now. He put down his chopsticks and spoon, took a towel, waded through the water, walked a few steps to Alan's side, and also put the towel on his body, imitating Alan's example, and then sank into the water.

He understood what Allen meant. It was probably about a person who seemed to have been killed by the young master, but was actually not dead. This person's identity was not simple. He seemed to be the illegitimate son of the Russell family, and he also had some business secrets of the Russell family in his hands.

When you do business away from home...it's inevitable that you will have competitors, and the Russell family is not a family like the Hill family that is famous for its tyranny and poor management skills.

They must have a lot of competitors. Normally, these people may regard the other party as a noble industry and tolerate some things. But now... what if they suddenly attack these people in the name of that old guy?

As long as panic is caused, friction will arise. As long as time goes by and a few more people are killed, they will become chaotic. By then, even the foreign companies will be involved, and it will be lively.

At that time... let them fight as they please, and old Carl can withdraw. He can kill people secretly and let others take the blame after the killing. As for the person who takes the blame - of course it is the Russell family!

The economy of an entire city was affected because of their dishonorable means. Even if they would not punish Earl Russell because they were nobles, for nobles who valued their reputation very much, when their industries suffered heavy losses and their reputations were ruined, it would be time for them to move out!

As long as the Russell family moved away, then... there would be no great nobles in Swansea. In this way, Alan, who had been watching closely from the sidelines, could openly stand up and criticize the chaos in Swansea, which had already affected Carmarthenshire. In order to help Swansea...

Then everything will happen naturally.

…

"Master... Gao, if your plan goes well, it will not only force the Russell family to leave, but also weaken other families in the city. It will also make those foreign companies suspicious of each other and prevent them from uniting together. By then, Swansea will be in chaos. You are the closest, and our Carmarthen County has the best security. You will be their savior."

"Hahaha, what savior or not? This is called sharing the worries of the empire, sharing the worries of the queen, and sharing the worries of His Royal Highness. Isn't the matter of Wales the matter of our Hill family?"

"Yes, yes, I believe that if the master knew, he would be proud of you, young master."