“…”

Looking at the gouache painting on the drawing board, Alan was too exhausted to complain.

This thing... Even if you give him a pound to buy it, Alan would still think it's a loss.

However... Alan felt much better when he saw the words written in the lower left corner of the drawing paper.

"To my beloved Alan, written in the winter of 1993, Wales. C"

The last C is the boss’s artistic signature on the painting, sometimes with some small letters at the end, which can be ignored.

…

"Your Highness, your painting skills have improved a lot. I remember that the last time I saw you painting, I was already astonished. It has only been a short time, but I feel that you have improved again. Wow... Your Highness, you can still achieve such achievements while you are busy with state affairs. It really makes me..."

"Alright, alright."

Boss Cha's words seemed a little impatient, but his grinning mouth had betrayed him. Now there were no outsiders here, and Alan's compliments were very useful to Boss Cha. He smiled and pointed at Alan with the paintbrush in his hand and said, "Look at your new castle. It's so deserted inside. The design is so unreasonable."

"Your Highness is right. I can't find any famous designers here in the countryside."

"I'm not talking about the architectural design, but the layout design of the green space. Look at what's going on here. There's nothing but grass in the middle. Is this a playground?!"

Alan turned his head and looked into the castle. He felt that this was pretty good... When Dahuang grows up, he can have fun on the grass. Even if he usually rides a horse, he can gallop on the lawn of his own castle. How nice it would be.

…

"You can do this. When I'm not busy for a while, I'll design it for you myself."

Boss Cha clasped his hands and gestured towards the castle in the distance.

“We can ask the flower slaves to build an arch corridor at the entrance. Every summer, when you come home, you can pass through a green corridor formed by plants, and your mood will be much better.”

"On both sides... the left side will be made into a small French-style garden. When you have children in the future, you can do some parent-child activities in it."

"On the right, we can make it into a Mediterranean-style garden and add a swimming pool, where we can relax in the summer."

"You can open up a few vegetable plots behind your castle and plant organic vegetables. You can also build a chicken coop next to it. The chicken manure produced by the chicken coop can be used as fertilizer. You can also have the servants let the chickens out to find bugs to eat in the vegetable plots. From now on, you can be self-sufficient in terms of chickens."

“…”

Seeing Boss Cha getting more and more excited, Alan's heart sank. In his mind, he had already imagined the picture that Boss Cha had described for him: the front yard would be turned into a garden, and the backyard would be turned into a vegetable field and a chicken farm.

Doing this...

The atmosphere he had worked so hard to create would disappear completely, and the formerly majestic and imposing new castle would look like a newly built villa by a country bumpkin nouveau riche.

This thing can no longer be called a castle, but... a rural-urban junction? A bathing center?

Anyway, the more Alan thought about it, the more he felt that he didn't need Boss Cha to help him design. He couldn't stand that style.

…

"Your Highness, forget about raising chickens. I find them smelly and they like to crow. I don't like noise."

"Um?!"

Boss Cha, who was speaking excitedly, heard Allen's rebuttal, and the smile on his face froze. He said sinisterly: "You don't raise chickens yourself, so do you want to catch chickens from me?"

"No, no... Your Highness, I..."

"It's settled. Once I've designed the layout, I'll send you the people and equipment. Once your chicken coop is built, I'll make you the honorary president of the Welsh Chicken Association. You'll host an awards ceremony for the entire Welsh farming industry every year, and I'll give medals to farmers who do a good job of raising each species! Even for chickens!"

“…”

When Alan thought about himself wearing a suit, awarding prizes to a group of farmers holding chickens, and giving them medals of various sizes, and maybe even taking a group photo with them, the hairs on his back stood up. Is Boss Cha crazy?

Your Highness, please don't be like this, I'm a little scared... Or maybe we'll really rebel, how much repression this is, we're even starting to give medals to chickens...

…

"What's wrong? Are you excited just thinking about it?" Boss Cha looked at Alan who was in a daze and asked again with some complacency.

"Uh... Your Highness, I have to go to the airport to pick someone up later, how about we go back?"

"Well...just go pick someone up when you need to. Don't worry about me. I'll go around on my own."

Boss Cha adjusted the scarf around his neck, and with some reluctance, he called the two servants and prepared to let them accompany him for another walk.

…

More than a dozen silver Bentley extended models formed an extremely luxurious convoy and drove into Cardiff International Airport arrogantly.

This is the first model produced since Bentley was acquired by Allen. It is somewhat similar to the later Bentley Flying Spur, but the Bentley model used by this team is now one size larger than the Flying Spur. The body length of 5.6 meters provides an extremely spacious and comfortable rear seat space in the car.

The King of Sweden, Gustav, his son and little daughter, just got off the plane and saw this convoy driving on the runway and heading towards this side.

The Welsh International Airport has been extremely busy these two days, not because there are more tourists coming, but because there are more nobles invited to watch the party.

In previous years, this period of time had the lowest passenger flow, but this year is different.

Many foreign nobles who came to the appointment, even if their family financial resources were not very rich, but since they accepted Allen's invitation to come to Wales, they had to save face even if they had to sell everything they had!

So...the most common planes arriving at Wales International Airport these days are private jets and charter planes.

Outside the somewhat shabby one-story terminal building, there stood dozens of media outlets who had come to join in the fun and take photos. Every nobleman who got off the plane could feel like a star walking on the red carpet.

But today, as this extremely arrogant convoy drove onto the airport runway, without anyone saying anything, some media outlets had already taken the initiative to cover their filming equipment with something.

There is nothing else, the notice they received was... some people can take pictures, and some people cannot!

As for the person who comes now, you can tell he is the one that you cannot photograph just by looking at the license plate number. Don’t be smart. If anyone dares to take a secret photo, the consequences will be very serious!

…

"Haha, Lao Gu! Your flight is actually ahead of schedule."

After the car stopped, Alan opened his arms and gave Gustav a big hug as soon as he got out of the car.

"Your team..."

Gustav was still a little dazed. He knew that Allen was rich and arrogant in Wales. He was known as the Welsh Bully. But when he actually arrived here and observed the scene, he found out...

The arrogance in his understanding seemed to be different from Alan’s arrogance!

If he went to the airport to pick someone up, he could drive the car into the airport, but he couldn't drive it on the runway like Allen did. When he arrived, even the media nearby didn't dare to take pictures.

Just this kind of power... a poor guy like him can't even imagine it.

"Haha, it's nothing. Don't you know? I acquired Bentley a few years ago. In the past few years, they have been dealing with internal affairs while doing research and development. Small factories are inefficient. It took them several years to come up with such a model that satisfies me. How about it? Do you like it? When you go back, I'll have someone send you one!"

…

"Brother, I like it, give me one too!"

Before Gustav could speak, Prince Bertil next to him actually took the initiative to speak, and flattered Alan with his sweet words.

"Brother Alan, I am very happy that my father brought me to the party this time. I haven't seen you for a long time. Can you take me to visit your castle?!"

"Haha, Bertil, you've grown taller again. Okay, okay, I'll send you off! I'll send you off together when you leave! You guys will come back with me today and stay at my place tonight. When you come to Wales, just treat this place as your own home and have fun. If anything happens, tell me my name!"

Alan reached out and rubbed Prince Bertil's head a few times. He glanced to the side and saw the little girl standing next to Bertil. He remembered this girl. She was Gustav's youngest daughter, the third child in his family.

…

Madeline was wearing an extremely luxurious white gauze dress, a white fur coat on the outside, and a cute little hat on her head. Her little face was red from the cold.

Maybe it’s because little girls develop earlier than boys, Madeline, who is only 11 years old this year, is already over 1.4 meters tall. At first glance, she looks like a grown-up girl.

Seeing that Alan's eyes were finally on her, Madeline bowed like a lady and said with a smile, "Brother Alan, I'm glad to see you. It's my first time in Wales. Sorry to bother you!"

"Hahaha! Okay, okay, Madeline must be frozen. Hurry up and get in the car. Let's go back and talk about it!"

Alan nodded at Madeline without thinking too much. He had no interest in this half-grown girl. His only feeling was that this little girl was much more polite and prettier than her sister, the crown prince. It was as if they were not born from the same mother.

"Bertir, you and Madeline take the back car, your father and I will take one, and we can chat on the way."

"OK!"

…

As soon as Gustav got into the car, he was stunned by the interior. To say it was luxurious... it was luxurious, which was the main selling point of Bentley and Rolls-Royce. But the interior of Alan's car felt a bit weird to Gustav.

After the motorcade left the airport, Alan touched the armrest between the two seats and said with a smile, "This is what I specifically requested. My Bentley only produces four-seater models, just to make it more comfortable when sitting in the back."

Gustav's eyes turned to Alan's hand, or to be exact, the armrest that Alan was touching.

This thing... seems out of place no matter how you look at it. This car is obviously a new one. He couldn't understand why the decoration on the middle armrest was a blackened, old gold-inlaid ornament that looked extremely old.

Moreover, he could tell at first glance that there was something wrong with the shape of the ornament. Was this the traditional red dragon shape of Wales?

Its neck is much longer than the traditional red dragon, and it looks very fierce.

…

Seeing Gustav's puzzled look, Alan felt happy.

His personality has changed completely now. If he has something good, he doesn't think about hiding it, but shows it off to others and brags about it.

The ornament on the armrest is of great significance. It is the most expensive thing in the car and also Alan's favorite.

"What? Did you notice something wrong?"

"Hmm... your ornament looks like an antique. It looks familiar to me. I seem to have seen it in the Royal Ontario Museum in Canada, and in other places... I..."

As Gustav spoke, he reached out and touched the handrail. The surface was extremely smooth and shaped like a dragon head... The more he looked at it, the more familiar it looked.

The dragon's horns extended backward along its neck and its mouth opened wide as if it was about to spit fire.

"Haha, your grandfather also loved Chinese history, so you should know this thing. It was stolen from Luoyang, China 70 years ago and collected in the British Museum. It is a piece of the chariot and horse of the Zhou emperor, with a dragon head."

Alan raised his chin, patted the dragon jewelry on the armrest and explained the origin of this thing to Gustav.

"Oh... I remember now. Why does it look so familiar? I saw this thing when I went to the British Museum before. Is yours a replica?"

"snort!"

What kind of imitation is this? Is this imitation worthy of Master Allen?

Alan snorted with extreme disdain, said nothing, and just smiled at Gustav.

…

He had been sponsoring goldsmiths in China in the past few years. Li Zhi opened a jewelry company and made some pocket money by using the jewelry made by these goldsmiths, but Allen no longer uses them in this way.

With his acquaintances in the British Museum, he was able to obtain all the dimensions of the object and asked the goldsmiths to make a one-to-one replica based on its appearance. It took more than a year, and he had just finished the aging work a while ago, and he couldn't wait to have the replica replace the real one from the British Museum.

As for the British Museum... a bunch of stupid foreigners who know nothing. These things would be ruined if they were in their hands. It is better to let them be in the hands of Master Allen so that these treasures will not be covered in dust.

Although Alan didn't say anything, his smile said it all, and Gustav suddenly understood.

Allen is such a wicked fellow that he even didn't let go of the British Museum! It's true... You can't guard against thieves at home even if you guard against them day and night. If this fellow dares to take out a foreign cultural relic from there today, what will happen in the future?

…

"Don't worry, Lao Gu. When the time comes for me to give you the car, if you have any requirements for the interior, just let me know. If there's anything you like, just tell me and I'll find a way to get it for you..."

"No, no... I don't need these old things. I just want something normal. Hey... Is there something wrong with the leather of your seat?"

Gustav didn't like the things that Allen liked, otherwise he wouldn't have given Allen his antiques without caring about them. Just as he was about to make some other requests, he suddenly found that when he touched the seat, the feel of the leather of this seat was very different from the usual leather seats in the car.

"Oh... you're talking about this. This is the lion I shot when I was hunting in Gambia. These seats are covered with lion skins. The golden color is so festive."

“…”

When he heard that lion skin was used, Gustav was speechless. This was too... a spendthrift.