Only a tiny tip of the sun was still visible above the sea in the distance, and the entire sea surface seemed to be coated with a layer of golden sunlight. After the barbecue, Boss Cha, accompanied by Alan himself, strolled on the deck of the Royal Ark.

Looking at the Sea Harrier carrier-based fighter in front of him, Boss Cha patted the fighter's front landing gear and said with emotion: "I used to ride on the Air Force model of the Harrier. When I served in the Navy, this fighter had not yet been finalized. Now... hey, so many years have passed in the blink of an eye."

Alan glanced at the Sea Harrier fighter jet. It was chubby and looked quite cute up close. It looked a lot like his little yellow cat, both of which were chubby... It really looked a bit like a round-faced fat chicken.

"This is the last fighter jet produced independently by the Empire. With the passage of time and the limitation of funds, our military strength can no longer return to the past... In the future, ah..."

Alan listened to Boss Cha's words which sounded like complaints and sighs, and didn't know how to respond.

…

Although the Ark Royal has only been in service for a few years, according to naval tradition, the first ship, the Invincible, has already participated in the Falklands War. Based on the experience of so many years of use, the next-level aircraft carrier should have been approved and developed long ago.

But think about the new aircraft carrier project... the name alone has been debated for a year, and as for when the project will be fully established, no one can say for sure, it can only be said that it is a long way off.

The construction period of a British aircraft carrier is seven or eight years, plus various technical inspections and technical parameter adjustments in the early stage, the entire research and development and construction period of a new aircraft carrier is about ten years. And now...

The previous aircraft carrier has been in service for eleven years, and the new aircraft carrier project has not yet been finalized. Even if the project is approved next year, it will take ten years for the new aircraft carrier to be launched. And... will the project really be approved next year?

Allen feels that the new aircraft carrier project probably won’t be approved, let alone next year, the year after, or even the year after that, as the conflicts of interest are too great.

Think about it this way... no wonder Boss Cha is melancholy. All the navy that looks so glamorous now will be outdated in a few years. By that time... Britain will really fall behind in all aspects.

"Your Highness...everything will be fine. Didn't the parliament say that some state-owned enterprises should be privatized to stimulate the economy? Once our economy recovers, the empire will get better and better."

Alan tried to comfort Boss Cha against his will.

At least in terms of the current strength of the British Navy, it is still at the forefront of the world.

There are fixed levels for the division of naval combat power, which are divided into blue water, green water and yellow water.

Blue water refers to an established navy that can operate far away from home.

The level lower than this is called green water, which means the navy has only a little bit of medium and near-sea combat capability.

The next level down is called the yellow water, or brown water navy.

This is a navy that relies on coastal defense and can only fight in the near sea.

Currently, there are only three blue-water navies on this planet: the United States, Britain, and France. Just these three!

The quasi-blue water navy is Russia, which is currently in the midst of severe domestic unrest.

In addition... countries like India can barely be considered green-water navies because they bought the aircraft carriers retired by Britain.

As for China in the east, their navy can only be considered as the weakest brown-water navy.

…

“…”

Boss Cha glanced at Allen. He felt that Allen was a bit like a silly kid who was having a lot of fun. Sometimes he envied Allen. People like him, with a rich family background, living in a small corner of Wales, acting arrogantly, and he had his backing up, so Allen had no worries and could play however he wanted... It was more comfortable than being the crown prince himself!

Looking at the sunset in the distance, it is just like England now, the sun is really setting, only the last layer of light is left, and as the sun sets completely, it will fall into darkness completely.

The photographer who was following them from a distance felt emotional when he saw Alan accompanying Boss Cha watching the planes in the sunset. He didn't have any far-sighted spiritual realm. In his opinion, the two of them, a future monarch and a hereditary aristocrat, were standing on Britain's newest aircraft carrier, with Britain's most advanced carrier-based fighter jets next to them. In the sunset... their shadows merged with the shadows of the fighter jets next to them. The picture was so harmonious that it had to be captured!

…

"Bang, bang, bang! Quiet, let me say a few words!"

Allen held the Speaker's Silencing Gavel in his right hand and casually smashed it on the table a few times, and the entire conference hall fell silent in an instant.

It was day three after returning from the Ark Royal, at the Welsh Parliament.

Alan came to attend the end-of-year meeting of the Welsh Parliament today. He hadn't been here for more than a year. In addition to being busy, he was also too lazy. He only came here for meetings, and the whole day was full of trivial matters. Who would come here for meetings every day? Is he too idle to do anything? !

…

The Speaker sat at a table one step higher behind Alan, looking with some distress at the small hammer in Alan's hand that was clanging loudly as Alan hit it. This thing was an antique bestowed by the King of England in the past, with hundreds of years of history!

Every speaker treats this thing as a cultural relic. Even when they knock it, they do it very carefully. It's a ritual, not a real hammer. Now it's in Allen's hands, it's really...

He is the only one in Wales who dares to use this hammer in this way.

Who was the last person who dared to use this hammer casually?

Oh... it seems to be the older Earl of Carmarthen. Back then, that man dared to use this silent hammer to smash the head of the then Speaker. He was even more powerful than the current one...

Thinking of this, the Speaker suppressed the discomfort in his heart and forced his eyes to remain on the stage, not looking at the young Earl of Carmarthen.

…

“Ahem…”

Everyone in the stands looked at him. Alan coughed twice. He was now sitting at a table that was temporarily added one step below the Speaker's seat. The reason why he didn't kick the Speaker out was because the Speaker was appointed by the Queen. Now he had no conflicts with the Speaker, so he had to give him at least some respect. Didn't Boss Cha tell him to keep a low profile recently? Alan felt that he was already very low-key now.

"On the 21st of this month, I will host the first Commonwealth Christmas Gala in Studio 6 of the Welsh Television. In the next few days, the participating teams from various Commonwealth member states or regions will arrive in Wales one after another. This is a window for Wales to show itself to the outside world. I hope we can seize this opportunity and not embarrass ourselves!"

"I have invited His Royal Highness, the two little princes, and hundreds of noble guests from home and abroad to watch the party, so... before that, I need the parliament to give me full support!"

…

"Sir, please feel free to ask for anything you want. As long as it's not excessive, we will fully support you on behalf of the parliament."

The Speaker waited for Alan to finish his words before he echoed in a low voice.

He was actually a little disgusted, but there were some things he couldn't say. Just like Alan said, there would be hundreds of nobles from home and abroad coming to Wales to watch the party, but... Alan didn't mention other audiences the whole time.

In this way, it can be understood that this party is a thorough aristocratic party, and the people who come to watch are all aristocrats!

It has nothing to do with them, the common people... Oh, it doesn't really matter. They, the common people, are responsible for the logistical work of receiving the noble lords and performing shows for them.

What era is this? How could someone actually try to restore the monarchy?

A party attended by all the nobles!

But this is very reasonable in Wales... because no one in Wales can afford to offend the man who organizes the party. Not only can they not afford to offend him, but they also have to watch him make demands carelessly in parliament. It's really... the world is going downhill!

…

"The first point is the appearance of the city. Wales has a long history and its capital, Cardiff, is well-known internationally. With so many visitors this time, I hope the parliament will issue a document to ask all businesses, schools, and street communities to mobilize personnel to clean up the city, thoroughly clean up some dirty and messy places, and show all guests the customs and culture of Wales!"

"Sir... this... a city-wide cleanup? Isn't that a bit too exaggerated?"

The Speaker was stunned when he heard Alan's first request.

The Welsh have never experienced this kind of formalism. Even when the Queen came before, at most they would roll out a red carpet and organize some people to stand on both sides of the road to welcome her. But when it comes to this gentleman, they hold a party and ask the whole of Cardiff to clean up the whole city. The key is that they don’t even pay. How can this be done…

"Exaggeration? I don't care... Anyway, we have to clean it up. As for the name, you can make it up. I only look at the result!"

Alan turned around and looked at the Speaker, then turned around and glanced at the audience. It was the end of the year, and there were nearly two hundred members coming to the parliament for the meeting today, which was two-thirds of the entire Welsh Parliament.

Looking at Allen's eyes, the Speaker was better. The ordinary congressmen in the audience didn't dare to look at Allen. They all pretended to be honest. Some even smiled at Allen when Allen saw them.

"I will send someone to Cardiff to inspect in a few days. If there is any area that is not cleaned properly, I will not rush you. I will just write it down in a notebook. When I come back from my work at the beginning of next year, I will settle accounts with them one by one. I don't care who it is. As long as they affect my party this time and my image, I will remember them. No one can escape!"

“…”

The speaker swallowed his saliva imperceptibly. Why did you start threatening me when we were talking so well? This is the parliament! How can this be allowed?

"Sir...then please continue. We will discuss this in a meeting tomorrow."

"Hehe... Second, I'm sure you've all heard about what happened recently. The famous media tycoon Robert died off the coast of Cardiff. I've caught his murderer, but there are two who have escaped and are still on the run!"

Alan's voice was sinister as he began to scan the people in the audience. When he saw his confidant Thomas, he smiled at him and said, "In view of this situation, during the party, the Cardiff Police Department must attach great importance to this party and do a good job of security for the party. I will also send someone to assist you when the time comes."

“…”

For such an important evening party, it is definitely necessary to strengthen security, but given the capabilities of the Welsh police, even the Speaker himself is not at ease if he really lets them be responsible for the security of this evening party.

This is a bit too difficult!

"Although the two murderers have escaped, I also heard that Robert's child was also assassinated by them in revenge. Facing such brutal fugitives, who knows if they will come back to Wales? If they come back and happen to appear on the day of the party, or come back after the party... hehe..."

With this cold snort, the Speaker seemed to suddenly understand something. These two fugitives...seems like a perfect excuse? !

As long as they are not caught, no matter who dies during this period, it seems that they can be blamed. If...

Thinking of this, the Speaker secretly glanced at Alan's back. He didn't dare to think anymore. No wonder Alan was so arrogant just now. In the past, he would more or less pretend, but now he was too lazy to even pretend. It turned out to be because of this!

…

"Third, organize a group of volunteers to serve as tour guides for the various performance groups that come. They can take them around and spend some money, which can also be regarded as a contribution to the economic revival of Wales. I am already working on a large-scale plan for the economic revival of Wales. When I finish my work next month, we will discuss it again at the parliament next year!"

After Allen finished speaking, he stood up while collecting his manuscripts. He glanced at the Speaker who was staring at him in a daze and said softly, "Mr. Speaker, I have finished what I want to say. I will not stay here for long. The rest of the time is up to you."

"Ah? Oh! Are you leaving? I'll see you off!"

The Speaker was just pondering what Allen said, and he was a little distracted. When Allen called him back, he was suddenly frightened, and subconsciously lowered his tone in the face of Allen's attitude.

"No, I'll leave this information to you. Please read it carefully. The rest is up to you."

"Don't worry, sir. We will discuss this carefully."

…

On December 20, 1993, Wales welcomed the heaviest snowfall of this winter.

Although the outer wall of Allen's new castle is made of special materials, it is essentially stone. When it snows heavily, the entire castle is covered with a thick layer of silver.

Boss Cha, wearing a blue-gray warm winter suit and a red scarf around his neck, was sitting across the street from the gate of Arran New Castle.

He had a small stool next to him that he used as a utility stool, and was concentrating on painting his winter gouache painting.

The reference object in the painting is Allen's new castle.

"Your Highness... It's so cold, let's go back early."

Alan was squatting next to Boss Cha, holding a ball of snow in his hand, and was absent-mindedly smearing it on Dahuang's face.

The little tiger was pinned down in the snow by Allen and couldn't struggle, so he could only be raped by Allen.

"You've moved to a new home, and I didn't give you any gifts. So I'll take this opportunity to draw you a picture as a gift. Let's see how it goes!"

Boss Cha turned his head with a paintbrush in his hand and looked at Alan with joy, showing off his freshly finished masterpiece to Alan.

"Oh? For me?"

When he heard that it was given to him, Alan instantly perked up. He stopped complaining about the cold weather outside, grabbed Da Huang, squatted down, and took two steps to the easel.