Boss Cha glared at Allen with a look of disappointment on his face. This guy always likes to play the victim. He played the victim in the letter Allen wrote to him a few days ago, and he didn't even have the chance to reply. Today, as soon as they met, he started playing the victim again.

Now you want benefits!

"Your Highness... Robert is dead now, so his property... someone has to help him deal with it, right? I am not afraid of hard work, I am willing to do it for him!"

“…”

Boss Cha's brows were furrowed. Alan's words made him tighten his grip on the cigar.

"Most of his properties were bought for him by the security department over the years. You want them? They don't even want to let go of 50 million, let alone his properties?!"

"I don't want all of them. I only want his media company, the Mirror Group that he acquired a few years ago. Your Highness..."

Allen leaned closer to Boss Cha and whispered, "Your Highness, you know that Thatcher and I were accusing each other in the newspapers a few years ago. At that time, I wanted to have a media with greater influence, otherwise I would be too passive when encountering such things. I have made an effort over the years, but the newspapers I acquired were all small-scale and not presentable."

"Now we finally have a chance. The Mirror is influential both in Britain and overseas. If I can take it down... even if you have something to say in the future, it will be convenient for us. When we acquired the Mirror Group, I remember that Robert and Murdoch had a big fight. In addition, the Mirror Group still has influence. Even if the security department wants to dispose of this industry, there must be someone to help them deal with it, right?"

…

Listening to Allen's description, Boss Cha stared at the cigar in his hand and fell silent.

According to this statement, it seems to make sense, and...Alan's reasons are all valid.

Even though his ministers had all said so, it was somewhat unreasonable for him as the king to still refuse.

"Well... you should be more measured when you do this, and don't make too much noise. Even if you take it down, don't be in a hurry to take it. Use someone else's name for a few years first, and then slowly transfer it to your name after the storm has passed."

"I understand, Your Highness. I know my limits!"

Hearing Boss Cha's tacit approval, Alan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He could have done this secretly, but now with Boss Cha's tacit approval it was safer.

…

After finishing the business, Butler Capel showed up at the right time and brought morning tea and snacks. Alan was not polite and started eating first without even asking the boss to allow him to eat.

"How are William and Harry doing?"

Watching Alan eat, Boss Cha didn't move. He just watched him silently and asked about William and Harry.

"It's OK. William has been hiding in his room since he came back recently. I haven't seen him for several days. I don't know what he is busy with. Harry..."

Alan remembered that Harry had asked for a tiger for him yesterday. This little yellow dog was very furry. Now that Boss Cha had asked about it, he could not blame his cousin for complaining.

"Harry has a little problem. He doesn't study hard, doesn't attend piano lessons, slacks off in horse riding lessons, and even drove the etiquette teacher away. I've been so busy these days that I haven't been able to take care of him."

"oh?!"

Compared with William, Harry's performance...

"I'll have someone pick up Harry in a few days. I want to talk to him!"

In fact, judging from looks alone, Harry looks more like Charles, while William's face shape was more like Diana's when he was a child. In other words... William has been good-looking since he was a child, while Harry is a little worse.

But because of this, Boss Cha paid more attention to Harry. It was not a preference or anything, but he subconsciously doted on his youngest son. Now after hearing what Alan said, he became a little anxious and prepared to call Harry back to give him a good lecture.

…

"Your Highness, I actually have something to discuss with you."

After wiping his hands with a towel, Alan picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. Then he looked at Boss Cha and talked about another thing.

"I planned a party a few days ago. I wanted to give you a surprise, but it was delayed because of Robert's incident."

"Then what?"

"Then... I... I still have some plans for the party..."

Alan explained his ideas in detail to Boss Cha.

Boss Cha, who was a little careless at first, became more and more interested as he listened to Alan's plan.

Although he didn't show it on his face, he felt a little itchy inside.

"You mean to say that you are going to organize performing groups from various colonies to hold a large Christmas party in Wales?"

"Yes! Your Highness will be needed to perform at that time. This is originally dedicated to you. The royal troupe will have a gala dedicated to His Majesty. Your Highness, I will take care of this for you."

“Hmm~!”

Boss Cha narrowed his eyes and said lazily, "So...what problem are you facing now?"

“There is a little problem!”

"Your Highness, I've thought about it and it's not enough to just have the on-site show. I think... we can insert some overseas footage at night. For example, you can go and comfort our soldiers who are still overseas and can't go home for Christmas."

"oh?"

This time, Boss Cha finally put down his cigar, frowned and thought about it.

He understood what Alan meant. An evening party like this, which brought together performance teams from dozens of Commonwealth countries to present shows together, was of very high standards in itself. Moreover, Alan was acting under his name. If he went to watch it at that time, it would be even more legitimate.

And the impact that this party can have behind the scenes is also very interesting.

For example, Boss Cha has always lacked prestige. If he can promote it well this time, it will only benefit him and not harm him. Now Alan wants to ask him to go overseas to visit the officers and soldiers.

this……

Even if you want to check the boss, you rarely have the opportunity to do these things, mainly because there is no suitable excuse.

Deep down, Boss Cha is very keen on visiting and comforting the troops. If the war had not suddenly broken out in the Middle East two years ago, he would have wanted to go and express his condolences.

"Where do you think is a good place to go?"

For this kind of question, Boss Cha couldn't proactively say where he wanted to go, so he could only ask Alan what he thought first.

…

"Your Highness... Whether from the perspective of safety or the convenience of video shooting, it is of course most appropriate for you to go to the navy."

Although Boss Cha came from the Air Force, the British Air Force really doesn't have anything to show off now. When fighting in the Falkland Islands, the Air Force tried its best to dig out a few old planes from the warehouse - the Vulcan bomber, which has only fought one battle since it was put into service, but has already become a legendary plane.

Although the Wanli Relay Raid on the Falkland Islands became famous because of this battle, this does not prevent the Vulcan bomber from becoming the last asset of the British Air Force. They have long been retired. If you go there... there is really nothing to shoot.

The current British Royal Air Force, in addition to its daily combat readiness duties, also often runs errands for Boss Cha and transports supplies. It is considered the most supportive branch of the armed forces for Boss Cha.

As for the Army...

Even the dogs don’t go!

It seems like there are three options to choose from, but in fact there is only one option to choose.

…

"Navy...aircraft carrier?"

"Hahaha, Your Highness, you and I are thinking the same thing. Do you have time recently? Let's go to the ship to deliver some supplies and express our condolences to the officers and soldiers on board. I'll take a video at the same time."

"Well... I'll look at the schedule in the next few days. You go back first. I'll have someone notify you when everything is arranged."

"yes!"

Seeing that everything was finally said and done, Alan stood up, patted the hem of his shirt and prepared to go back to bed.

"Don't forget to hand the person over to them when you go back!"

"I understand, Your Highness. I will take my leave now."

"Well, go ahead."

Boss Cha stared at Alan's back with a slight smile on his lips. From some aspects, Alan was still very capable. At least he was loyal enough to protect him as the monarch in everything.

Eh... before he had time to think about it, Boss Cha suddenly felt that he seemed to have forgotten to say something again. Every time Alan came to his place and left, he would get angry, and every time he thought about scolding him the next time he saw him, but every time he saw Alan again, he forgot. This time was the same, he forgot again.

…

"Stone."

"Master, you say."

"Notify them and have them act quickly to kill the rich businessman's sons and lead the clues to the two Jews who escaped."

Alan squinted his eyes and leaned against the back seat. He had asked Rex to let the two Jews who were in the town at the time go on purpose just to find an excuse to kill them and let them take the blame.

…

"ah?"

Xiao Shitou, who was driving, was a little surprised. They were doing it secretly a few days ago, so why did the plan change after the young master went in to meet His Highness?

"I remember he had nine children, six of them were sons?"

"Yes, one of them was in a car accident and is dying."

"Then send them all away. My daughter will stay here and don't move. Try to force them out. Our people should be careful not to reveal their identities. The situation has changed now. I can't wait that long. After you get the shares, you can find an agent to maintain the situation there first. I'll leave these things to you to practice."

"yes!"

Although he didn't know why, since Alan had given the order, Xiao Shitou just did it.

…

This was the first time Hughes had visited Alan after he moved. The new castle came into his sight from afar as he turned a corner.

The overall layout is north-south facing, with the Toway River behind it and the national reserve on the left. From the outside, the castle looks very different from many new castles today in terms of style alone.

It just lies there, and looking at it from a distance gives people a very arrogant and domineering feeling.

There's something wrong with a castle that can give people this feeling.

…

When they arrived at the gate, the inspection was more strict than before. The old doorman was gone, and there were only strong and expressionless bodyguards. Some of them looked even more fierce than the senior action team members in their department that Xius had seen before.

After finally passing through the gate, I was greeted by a patrol team of three people. The person in front was leading a large black dog that was wagging its tail and sticking out its tongue to sniff around.

Following the directions given by the patrol team, we arrived at the parking lot and underwent another inspection.

Finally, you can follow the servants into the building.

This castle is more like a small military base than a castle. Compared with the old castles, there are more rules and stricter security. Hughes doesn't know whether such strict security is necessary in this remote Wales. It's a bit exaggerated.

As soon as he entered the hall, Hughes was stunned by Allen's super luxurious hall.

It is daytime now, when the sun is at its brightest. The sunlight pouring down from the top of the hall shines on the diamonds surrounding the hall. The sunlight reflected by the diamonds illuminates the entire hall so brightly that one can hardly open their eyes.

This is no longer just generosity, this is generosity to the extreme, even a bit of prodigal behavior.

Zeus secretly smacked his lips and followed the servant all the way to the fourth floor. With the comparison, the interior of the new castle gave Zeus the feeling that there were windows everywhere and sunshine everywhere, which brought the lighting to the extreme. There was no longer the dark, damp and decayed feeling of the old castle.

…

After the notification, I watched the study door open automatically.

The entire study is much larger than before. Although the layout is still the same, with bookcases on both sides and a large desk in the middle, a reception area with a sofa has also been set up on one side of the study.

And on the larger desk, in addition to the big fat bird that Zeus had seen before, there were actually new things.

A little yellow creature was playing with the big fat bird on Alan's desk. The two little guys didn't care whether they would disturb Alan or not, they just chased each other on the desk.

"Sir, I am very sorry to bother you again. I have received an order from above to come and receive the prisoner."

After observing the surroundings, Zeus licked his face, bowed, and told Alan the purpose of his visit.

…

"Prisoners? Oh... those Jews?"

Alan put down his pen, grabbed the big yellow dog's swaying tail, and pulled it back like a curtain, then grabbed its big head and rubbed it hard with both hands.

“Ouch!”

This is what little tigers are like. They are very interesting once you get familiar with them. When this little thing is young, it has a big head and big limbs, especially its claws. Although its body is not big, its claws are almost as big as Alan's palm, which looks very funny.

"I'll make a call later, and you go and take the people. There are only five people left."

While teasing Da Huang, Alan gave instructions.

"Five... five?"

Xius opened the file in his hand and looked at the information of the six prisoners written in black and white on it. This was the order he had just received in the morning, so why didn't the numbers match... Was there something wrong with it?

"Sir...did you remember it wrongly? The order I received was for six people."

"I know. One of them was interrogated last night, but my men didn't control the force well and killed him. Now there are only five left."

Alan didn't seem to take the death of the man seriously at all.

“Ah… this…”

Hughes opened his mouth, not knowing how to respond. He looked at the information again and asked cautiously, "Sir... who is the one who died... is Clements okay?"

"I don't know who died. I heard them say it was an old guy. Hey... these old guys, you're old, and you still commit crimes..."

“…”

Hughes' face turned pale. The order he received was to bring Clements back at all costs. Although he didn't know who Clements was, the information clearly stated that Clements was the oldest among these people.

Now...he is dead.