Early the next morning.

After breakfast, Spencer followed Butler Hutt to Allen's bedroom to talk to Allen.

Just after walking out of the stairs and seeing Meryl coming out of Alan's bedroom from a distance, Spencer pointed at Meryl and asked Huth, "Hey, here, Alan and the others..."

I remembered that Alan took him to see something fun last night and left it in the guest room. Now...

This bastard was having fun in the bedroom without even bringing me along.

It's a shame that I still praise this American actress for her good acting skills.

If you ask the director for special lessons every night, everyone who comes must have good acting skills!

You dogs and bitches!

…

Hut looked at Spencer's expression, smiled and said nothing, and stretched out his right hand to signal Spencer to go first. When Meryl passed by them, she nodded and greeted Butler Hut.

…

"How was your rest last night?"

Alan was wearing a bathrobe and sitting at the desk, on which was a somewhat old map.

Spencer raised his chin, not particularly wanting to pay attention to Alan. He sat opposite the desk, crossed his legs and looked at the layout of Alan's bedroom.

Hu Te looked at them with a smile and asked, "Master, what would you like to drink?"

"Give me a cup of milk tea."

Spencer said without waiting for Hut to ask: "I want one too!"

"Okay... wait a moment."

…

Watching Hut walk out of the room, Alan pointed to the map on the table and said, "Look, do you recognize this place?"

Spencer shrugged his nose. The room without windows was not well ventilated and was filled with a fishy smell. He glanced at Alan and said, "No!"

"???"

Seeing Alan getting ready to stand up, Spencer blinked and quickly changed his tone, "I know him, I know him! It's Gambia."

"I need you to make a few promises for me in your name. Your family is familiar with that place anyway."

"What promise?"

Spencer looked at the map on the table. The entire map of Gambia was like an earthworm, distributed along the river, and the poorer the place was as it went deeper into the area.

Alan pointed to the map of Gambia and repeated his plan to Spencer in general terms.

…

"You want to do this?"

Spencer was slightly disgusted.

But Alan doesn't care about that. He just wants to make money.

He originally wanted to deal with this kind of thing himself, but now that he has Spencer as a tool, he can remove himself from the matter and let Spencer take over.

The entire Gambia is short of mineral resources.

But this shortage is viewed from a national perspective.

Millions of tons of mixed ore of titanium, zirconium and rutile, is this not enough for private individuals?

What’s more, what if he bought these lands at a price lower than bargain price?

Even if you only buy a small portion.

When the time comes to resell it, it will all be money.

However, the process is rather complicated, as it requires seducing the guides in Gambia and making them willingly sell at a low price.

This requires sufficiently attractive conditions.

Alan's plan is to seduce with the title.

As long as the profits are huge, what wouldn't these people dare to sell?

…

"When they have made enough money, we will help them solve the problem of British citizenship and bring them to Britain to settle down?"

It’s not that Spencer looks down on these benefits, but after going through such a process, it seems that he doesn’t make much money, and he still has to think hard to place these guides.

Taking out a cigarette and handing it to Spencer, Allen said with a somewhat cold look in his eyes: "After they come to Great Britain, what else can we do? When the time comes, I will give you half of their wealth!"

Spencer's expression froze. This was really a complete take.

Everything in the early stage is to make them work for him better. After all the work is done, he will lure them back and then get rid of them.

"Stop dithering, are you going to do it or not?!"

"Dry!"

Since he has not inherited the title yet, Spencer's life has been so-so in the past few years. He can't be as carefree as Alan is now. Now that the opportunity is in front of him, and Alan is threatening him with past events, and now that he has listened to the plan, how can he not do it?

He rubbed the dark circles under his eyes from not sleeping well all night, and without waiting for Hut to bring him milk tea, Spence rubbed his thighs again and stood up and said, "I have something else to do. I'll go back first. Just tell me when you need me to come forward!"

"Hahaha!"

…

January 22, 1987.

Yundum Airport, Banjul, Gambia.

Three specially modified off-road vehicles equipped with bulletproof glass and a dozen ordinary off-road vehicles were parked in a row beside the airport runway.

Lao Lu brought a fat black man who was only about 1.7 meters tall and watched the plane taxiing on the runway quietly.

"Your Excellency is coming! Let's get ready."

“Yes, yes!”

…

"Old donkey! This is Sir Spencer!"

Alan took Spencer off the plane, and the first thing he did when he saw Lao Lu was to introduce Spencer to him.

The earl's children usually enjoy the treatment and title of knight before they inherit the title, so when he introduced Spencer, he called him knight, which was just a simple title.

"Hello Sir, welcome to Gambia, Master... This is Rorog."

Pointing at the fat black man next to him, Lao Lu introduced him to Alan.

…

Smiling at this Luoluoge, Alan looked behind the old donkey and asked in confusion: "Where is the doctor? Why didn't he come?"

Although they were comrades in arms when they were serving, they are now half master and servant. Alan came to Gambia in person this time, and it is impossible for the doctor not to come to pick him up at the airport. It is a matter of courtesy.

"Well……"

"Your Excellency... It's like this. The hospital encountered a small problem and there was some delay..."

When Luo Luoge heard Alan's question, he spoke up to explain before Lao Lu could do so.

…

"You go sit in the back car, Laolu, come here, we are going to the hospital now, you tell me what happened."

Alan didn't want to listen to Luo Luoge's explanation at all. What kind of small problem was it that could make him come to greet him?

…

A convoy of more than a dozen off-road vehicles drove out of the airport and headed towards Banjul.

Banjul is the largest port city in Gambia, and its overall infrastructure ranks among the top in the country.

The professional testing agency planned by the doctors was built in Banjul.

This time when Allen came to Gambia, he brought thirty bodyguards, and they were fully armed with rifles.

These people were recruited from the navy. They were all young and strong, not the old guys in his family.

The total number of troops in the entire Gambia now is less than 600.

These people have not been put together yet, but are spread out across multiple cities, and they also have to protect their dignitaries.

To put it bluntly, with the equipment and combat effectiveness of Allen and his bodyguard team, they can conquer the entire Gambia!

He wanted to see what "little problem" had happened at the hospital.

…

"Alan... a few gangs of thieves stole our things, which contained various testing reagents."

Lao Lu sat in the car and whispered to Alan about this little accident today.

"Why do they steal these things?"

These are some medical supplies and you can't eat them. Why steal them?