"Once our plan succeeds, I can provide you with some help, but this requires a sum of money..."

Allen briefly told Moza about his idea of ​​setting up a TV station in Qatar.

"Your Excellency, do you mean to set up a TV station in our area to increase your control over public opinion?"

Moza was a little skeptical about what Allen said about helping her relieve pressure from public opinion, because... this gentleman had no achievements in this area before. You can't expect someone who has never achieved anything in this area in television to suddenly make a breakthrough, right?

Yes... Moza also admitted that the party was well organized, but... she hasn't seen what the subsequent influence will be. The party two days ago was recorded and it hasn't been released yet. In this way, she can't see what the strength of Welsh TV is.

If we compare it with the BBC Middle East branch... that TV station was already on its way out, so what reference value is there?

She is rich and willing to spend money, but she is not a fool!

…

Listening to Moza's description, Allen frowned.

This old woman is not easy to fool. She just said that she wants to increase her control over public opinion in the Middle East by giving her the money. What do you mean by "I want to increase my ability to control public opinion in the Middle East"?

I'm helping you!

"It's not that I want to increase my control over public opinion, but as you are my friend, I want to provide you with some help."

"?"

Moza still felt a little hesitant to listen to Allen's emphasis on the root of the problem.

"According to the original plan, after you oust the old king, what are you going to do next? Do you have a plan?"

Alan took a sip of tea. If Moza had given him the money directly, he would have lost some sense of accomplishment today. He would have just had another person be cheated. But now it was obvious that Moza was not so easy to fool. She would not fall for it, which gave Alan some motivation. No matter what he said today... Moza had to give him the money!

…

"This..." When asked the follow-up question, Moza hesitated. For the previous plans, she needed Allen, so there was nothing to hide. As for what her husband would do after becoming king, that involved privacy. This thing... she didn't want to tell Allen.

She paid to hire thugs, not her ancestors. The people in the Middle East know best what kind of people are like in Britain. How many years have they been away from the Middle East?

Moza didn't want to let the wolf into the house.

In the current situation, face to face, since Alan asked, she couldn't be too vague, otherwise... the plan hasn't been completed yet, and if she offends this person again, it would be a loss. The more Moza thought about it, the more headache she had.

…

"Why? Don't want to talk about it? Have lofty ambitions?"

Alan looked at Moza with a smile. This old woman was very ambitious. Even if she pushed her husband to the top, the crown prince would most likely be manipulated by her in the end.

So...if we can control Moza, theoretically we can influence Qatar in the future.

Putting down the teacup, Allen pointed at the tea table and said faintly: "I remember there is a US military base in your area. It is so close to the Americans. Have you ever thought about how to contact them in the future? Or...if the Americans come to you, what will you do? Will you obey them honestly or resist?"

“…”

Alan's question hit the key point. Moza's lips moved slightly, and she thought about what Alan said. She now had an even greater headache.

She has not yet come to power. She is still in the stage of pursuing power and has not yet reached the stage of studying how to use power. Alan's question has exceeded the scope of her previous considerations.

However, women sometimes think differently from men, and this is true for both high- and low-status women.

Moza raised his head slightly, looked into Alan's eyes, and retorted: "Your Excellency has said so much, what does that have to do with the TV station?"

…

"Of course it matters. I said I would help you. This TV station is a very important thing. For a country like yours, whether it is the geographical location or the stance issues that are about to be faced, sometimes you can't help yourself."

"I can't help it... so I'll just let it be."

Alan and Moza asked and answered each other, and they were getting a little angry.

"Ha ha!"

Seeing that Moza was getting a little too excited, Alan was not in a hurry anymore. He liked people with a strong temper because it gave him a sense of accomplishment.

"Let it be. What a good way to let it be. The old king thinks the same way, right? You are about to be driven down. Since I can help you get up...then tell me, can I help others get up as well?"

"???"

When Moza heard what Allen said, she was shocked and her mind suddenly became clear, even... She looked at the smile on Allen's face and cold sweat began to appear on her back. She was just busy resisting and forgot what this person was doing.

"I'm sorry, sir. I... didn't mean to refute you, but... there are some things that I hope we can give each other some privacy. We are friends, and we should do what friends should do, right?"

…

"Yes, you are right, and... I am not interested in what's going on over there. There may be some things that you think are very desirable, but I don't care at all. I said from the beginning that I just want to help you as a friend."

"Your Excellency's help refers to the TV station?"

Although the prospects that Allen just talked about sounded very tempting, Moza still felt unsure.

"It's not just the TV station. Think about it...what are you doing there? A short-term experience? Or a long-term experience?"

“…”

Of course it is a long-term experience. No one wants to treat this thing as a joke. After just driving out the old king and sitting on the throne for a few days, he is driven out again by the newcomer?

Moza narrowed his eyes slightly, put on an attitude of humbly asking for advice and asked: "Then Your Excellency...how do you want to help me, and what do I have to pay?"

"Of course I'll help you stay in your position. As for what you have to give... we are friends. You just need to provide some funds to help me build a new TV station. Friends... sometimes don't ask for anything in return."

Moza automatically ignored this. He wanted money without asking for anything in return?

"Please tell me more, Your Excellency."

"Aren't you good sisters with the princess of Jordan? They are relatively poor, but they have a lot of problems in their country, while you in Qatar are rich... but the land is small and the status is not high. Now, you are rich and she is poor, so... can you help each other?"

"How can I help?"

Moza thought of Princess Rania. As for their relationship... it was not as good as Alan imagined. They had only met a few times, and their relationship was more about courtesy than actual friendship.

"The enemy next to Jordan... is a thorn in the side of your Arab world. If... you can sponsor their people and use my TV station to promote you, then... I believe that Qatar's influence in the Middle East will double!"

"???"

No matter how stupid Moza was, his expression changed when he heard what Allen said.

Just now, Allen asked her what she wanted to do in the future. After all, there were American troops stationed next to her. She would have to face these people sooner or later. But now Allen directly suggested that she fund the Palestinians in Jordan and promote them for her. This...

In Moza's opinion, doing such a thing in front of the Americans is tantamount to seeking death!

Those Jews are the thorns of the Americans. Is it helping her to openly oppose them?

Is this sending her to her death?!

…

"This, Your Excellency...this is not good advice."

"No, no, no, you may not understand the international situation, nor do you understand how politics works. You may be scared when you hear my suggestion, but... have you ever thought about how much your reputation in the Arab world will increase if you really do this?"

"Sir, before considering reputation, I still have a certain positioning for myself. I don't want that much."

"I know!"

Allen interrupted Moza who was trying to explain in a hurry, and looked at the unnatural look on Moza's face. No matter how ambitious this old woman was, she had just started to get involved in this field, and there were some tricks she didn't understand yet.

"I said, the TV station is mine, but since you invested, you also have a share. Our TV station will continue to report news from the perspective of the free world as before, and the reason why I let you do this is also in the name of freedom."

"In the name of freedom?"

Moza looked confused. How did this have anything to do with freedom?

"Yes! Sometimes you can think of freedom as the difference between being open and being private."

Alan explained to Moza with a smile.

"When it is open and seen by the public, it is free, transparent and democratic, while when it is not open, it is the opposite."

"I didn't ask you to secretly support those people. Instead, I asked you to give them money directly, openly, in the name of helping children or helping them resist, or to help them buy supplies, such as food and daily necessities, which will not involve military use."

"???"

Moza blinked. What difference does it make?

Even if they don't give us weapons, helping is helping. This thing... is very hateful!

"Your funding is aboveboard, and my reporting is also aboveboard. No one has stipulated that we cannot help them. Everything is just your subconscious. Think about it, isn't it?"

Although she said so, Moza was still panicking. She had never encountered such a thing before, and to her, it was like playing with fire.

"You are all women. When doing something like this, as long as you publicize it well, you will have great advantages. And as long as there is attention from the outside world, you can make the details public as soon as possible and not give them the opportunity to control public opinion. Then you will not be passive. On the contrary... there will be great benefits."

"I've even thought of a name for you. You will be called... the Flowers of Middle East Philanthropy, the Two Golden Flowers. You and Rania are both passionate about charity."

“…”

Seeing that Moza was still hesitating, Alan lowered his voice and said with a hint of anxiety: "As long as you become famous, it will be good for your own safety in the future. Put everything out in the open. Even if they are dissatisfied with you, they will not touch you. On the contrary...if anything happens to you, they can't explain it clearly. Understand?"

"!"

It was not until this moment that Moza felt as if something had suddenly dawned on her. She finally understood what Alan meant.

Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem impossible. Apart from being a little dangerous and requiring a lot of courage, this method can indeed help her.

"Sir...if your TV station needs construction and funding, please let me know. As for the rest of the plan, I'd like to think about it after I get back."

"Okay! Tell me when you've made up your mind."

Allen smiled as he looked at Moza who was about to leave. The plan was over. As for whether Moza would do as he said, that was...not up to her. When it comes to sponsorship, who says you can't sponsor under a false name?

If you want to control her, you have to put her on the fire first, make her offend the Americans, and leave her no choice!

This old woman probably didn't figure out the ins and outs of this for a while, and by the time she figured it out, it was too late!

Unless she gave up her previous plans, otherwise... after getting on Master Allen's ship, she wanted to get off halfway?

Innocent!

…

"Master, Mr. Thomas is here."

After seeing Moza off, Alan continued to drink tea alone in the sun room. It was the end of the year and there were many things to do. He had to finish some of the squeezed affairs before the Christmas holiday.

"oh?"

Looking up at Little Stone, Alan nodded again and said, "Let him come over."

…

"Sir! I am here to bother you again. I want to report something to you."

Thomas was wearing a dark suit and had a small briefcase under his arm. After entering the sunroom, he took off his shoes and walked to Alan's side. He looked at the tea set and the surrounding arrangements, feeling a little intimidated.

Alan pointed with his finger, and Thomas recalled the way the island nation knelt on TV, and prepared to kneel down opposite Alan. But just as he squatted down, his belly was too big, and it was really difficult for him to kneel down.

"Sit however you feel comfortable. Where did you learn this?"

Alan looked at Thomas who looked weird and cursed him with a smile.

“Yes, yes!”

Thomas put down his briefcase and sat cross-legged. He took out a few sheets of paper and handed them to Alan with both hands. Seeing Alan motioning him to drink tea, he held up the teacup with both hands, pretended to take a sip of tea, and said very reluctantly: "Good tea!"

…

"What is this?"

Alan shook a few documents on the tea table. There were a few names written on them, and some trivial things behind them, as if someone had embezzled some money or something.

"Sir, this is a list of people who have used your name to secretly benefit themselves in the past few days. You see... this person recruited a group of volunteers. Not only did he clean the streets, he also used the volunteers to do private work and make profits for himself."

"And this... He's from a garbage disposal company. He's secretly raised prices these days and made a fortune. And this..."

Thomas bent over, pointed at the list on the paper, and explained them to Allen one by one.

"oh?!"

Looking at these lists, Alan didn't expect that at this time, there are still people who dare to benefit from these things.

Or are they using his name? This is really bold. Is this because he hasn't done anything big for a while, so his deterrent power is not enough? Or are these people treating him like a fool?

"Your Excellency...the total amount of money involved by these people is more than three million pounds. This is not a small amount of money."

Seeing that Alan was lost in thought, Thomas continued to speak with more exaggeration.

"I know, little stone!"

"exist!"

"Take this list and verify it again. If the situation is true, hehe..."