If all of these were sold, what would be left for the Hill family?
Butler Hu Te had already vaguely imagined in his mind that in a few years, he would build a thatched hut with his second young master in this remote rural mountain area and live a poor life.
Hu Te gritted his teeth and said, "Second Young Master, this can't be sold. This is an industry that the master spent a lot of effort and used connections to acquire. Our magazine is based on the Navy Logistics and Quartermaster Department. Not only can it make money, but it can also receive subsidies!"
"???"
What the hell?
Is this thing a military supply?
No wonder even though it doesn’t look very good, each ship can still maintain a certain sales share. It turns out that they are purchased in bulk from above.
After Butler Hutt said this, Alan understood.
There are deep insights involved here!
…
Sighing, it seems that this thing really cannot be sold. It’s not a question of whether it can make money, but...
Since this thing has connections and can be used as military supplies, the money earned from this magazine will not only belong to the Hill family, but also to the person who provides the connections behind the scenes!
This kind of business was negotiated by the old earl himself, so how could he just sell it so easily?
If you really dare to do this, you will make enemies!
Putting down the document, Alan looked at the remaining industrial documents and found a small to medium-sized food processing plant.
The main business is candy manufacturing, and there is also an old canning production line.
An old radio manufacturing factory with a history dating back to World War II.
There are also several other scattered factories, most of which have very thin profits but are barely able to survive.
Most of the workers in these industries are commoners whose ancestors relied on the Hill family for a living.
…
To use professional economic terms, most of these are relatively backward real industries with low profit margins, a large number of employees, and are very unstable.
These are low-quality assets.
Counting on these industries to sell for money...
I'm afraid there's no need to think about it.
…
After stroking his chin and thinking for a long time, Alan scratched his head and fixed his eyes on the document with the green label again.
The employees working in the magazine "Sailor's Happy Hour" include: photographers, lighting, script supervisors, stage managers, props, etc.
Although it is for taking photos, it is small but complete. Rounding it off, it is roughly equivalent to a "very professional" small crew.
I can't go back to my old job of making movies, right? Or making porn movies?
Alan was looking at the information, and for some unknown reason, this thought suddenly popped into his mind.
He shook his head. Past life was past life. Now he was almost a noble. Wouldn’t it be too unambitious to continue hanging around in the entertainment industry?
Allen really doesn't want to go back to his old job unless it's absolutely necessary.
He wants to be Master Allen!
Not Director Allen!
I am a noble lord!
…
Taking off his glasses, Allen rubbed his brows, glanced at Butler Hutt who was standing quietly beside him, and said, "You go ahead and do your work. I'll take a look at the information."
Huth had been standing next to him, making him feel a little uncomfortable.
"Second Young Master, this is the most important thing in our family right now. You can ask me if you have any questions when you look at the information."
Butler Hut looked at Allen with a firm gaze. He was really worried about the second young master. He was afraid that as soon as he walked out of the study, Allen would contact people to sell off the property. By then, hundreds of years of Hill family business would be destroyed. How would he explain to the deceased old earl?
…
Alan looked at Butler Hut in some confusion. There was an inexplicable sense of tragedy on his face. What was he doing?
I just want to quietly read some information...
I sighed and picked up a detailed list of the family's current expenses. Since I couldn't increase the income, I would first see if there is any area that needs to be cut back, even if it means saving some money.
Flipping through the thick account sheet, Alan checked it one by one. The initial ones were fine, as they were all the wages for the family servants. The Hill family was not an extravagant family. Even when his father was alive, all the servants in the family only added up to a few dozen people, which was considered very simple.
Now……
Although he was the only male left in the family, these loyal servants had been taking care of him and his two sons for decades and could not be fired easily.
Although Alan doesn't need so many people to take care of him, but... he can only be kept for the time being.
My eyes slowly moved downwards, and what I saw was a row of vehicle models and maintenance records.
"This is……"
"Second Young Master... These are the maintenance records of some of the old cars that the master cherishes. Do you have any questions about this?"
…
Doubts, of course I have doubts!
Alan roughly added up the total maintenance costs for nearly ten classic cars, which would add up to tens of thousands of pounds a year!
What is this concept? !
These days a Bentley costs only a few hundred thousand pounds, and...it is already considered the most luxurious car in the world.
The pound is still very valuable these days!
Ten thousand pounds is enough to cover all the expenses of an ordinary middle-class family for a year!
…
These broken cars are only driven a few times a year, but we still have to spend tens of thousands of pounds on maintenance every year?
"Can these cars... be sold?"
The words that Allen said determined the fate of these cars.
…
When Butler Hut opened his mouth, he felt numb.
Why are you selling it again?!
But... the second young master has been looking for a long time, and they don’t allow this to be sold, and they don’t allow that to be sold. This time he feels that if he dares to say NO again, he may not be able to leave this study today!
"If you don't need them... you can sell them, but these cars were collected by the master with great effort, and they are all his treasures..."
Alan slowly raised his head, his eyes were a little cold, even if he was angry, this unusual face still looked so pleasing to the eye.
Under the surprised gaze of Butler Hu Te, the second young master looked a little cold, but he did not seem angry. Instead, he asked, "Butler Hu Te... do you know? Who owns this house now?"
The middle-aged butler Hut lowered his head and could not see his toes, but could only see his bulging belly. However... the second young master's words were very lethal!
For a housekeeper…the biggest mistake is not managing the household badly, but making the master angry, or overstepping the boundaries!
He already understood what the Second Young Master was asking!
I'm talking about the old earl and I'm getting resented!
As a steward, he had no decision-making power on the master's affairs. He only had the right to make suggestions, and that was only when the master was in a good mood. But it was obvious that the second young master was not in a good mood at this time.
"Sorry...it's me..."
"Go and do your job! I don't like these old cars. Although now is not a good time to sell them, but... there must be a source of funds to pay taxes. Go and do your job, Butler Hutt!"
Alan waved his hand to interrupt the butler's explanation and started to make arrangements.
Hut lowered his head and listened to the word that Alan emphasized at the end of his words - butler!
He is just a butler!
"Got it, I'll do it right away!"
Bending down and bowing, Butler Hut picked up some documents and slowly left the study.
…
Alan stared at Hut's back until he left the study, then he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't hate this butler, and he knew he had no selfish motives, but...
Before Hutt could adapt to his current identity, the old count and his eldest brother were already dead!
This house now belongs to him, Allen!