"guide?"
Alan snorted.
"I'm good at killing people, and I'm not interested in your petty tricks. But if you want to kill someone, you can ask me for advice!"
“…”
Hearing such murderous words, Fatty Peng lost his composure.
This is undisguised murderous intent!
The Queen sent him here... for what?
Fatty Peng is mainly afraid that Alan will cause trouble for him!
Given this guy's temper, there is still a month left. If he gets into trouble during this period...
No, he will definitely cause trouble!
Fatty Peng stuffed another orange slice into his mouth. His mouth and heart felt sour...
…
"The Earl of Carmarthen, a hereditary noble of the Empire, a chamberlain of Her Majesty the Queen, the chief of the guard of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the assistant to the Chief of Defence Staff, the special adviser to the British Royal Think Tank, the Grand Master of the Order of the Hospitallers of Wales, the Honorary Grand Master of the Australian Volunteer Corps, and a member of the House of Lords, visited Hong Kong yesterday afternoon."
Mr. Li blinked as he looked at the headlines in the newspaper. Some people fell ill overnight, and some timid people even bought overnight tickets to escape.
He also heard at that time that these people were frightened by one person and fled in panic.
Now looking at the news headlines, this bunch of incomplete titles but with all the important names written out, most people... would be really scared!
But he himself was not that worried. He had given that person a villa in the past, and there was a sentimental relationship between them.
"master!"
"Um?"
He raised his head and looked at the butler, his face looking a little flustered.
"What's wrong?"
"Master, something seems to be wrong outside. I think I saw the military vehicles of the garrison."
"What?!"
Mr. Li put down the newspaper, stood up, walked to the window and looked around the villa.
In the past... although there were not many people in his place, there were still occasional vehicles passing by the door.
But today…
It was deserted outside, there was not a single car, it was terribly quiet!
A military vehicle was driving towards this side from a distance, and behind it... there were several more military vehicles following. Mr. Li watched as the team of military vehicles stopped in front of the villa, and a large group of British soldiers got off.
Then... these people surrounded his villa.
Mr. Li swallowed his saliva, swayed his body as he watched the scene, and felt a little dizzy.
"Master! Master!"
"Go and see what's going on. Why are the garrison troops here?"
…
Snap, Snap…
There was a sound of leather shoes coming from far away, which was extremely oppressive.
Mr. Li heard the footsteps and subconsciously stood up from the sofa and looked at the people brought by the housekeeper.
A strong man who looks obviously young, with a face that seems... a bit honest and familiar.
"Who are you?"
Seeing that this person was not wearing a military uniform, Mr. Li was a little surprised and confused.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Stone, and I am the third butler of the Hill family. This time, I came to see you on the orders of my master. Hello, Mr. Li."
"???"
The Hill family...why do they look so familiar?
Mr. Li was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that this was the earl’s family.
This is actually his third butler?
"Hello, hello. I'm the Earl's butler, Mr. Stone. Why did you make such a big fuss this time? My goodness..."
…
Little Stone looked at the other party's outstretched right hand, indifferent, and changed the subject: "My master came to Hong Kong this time, and he was deeply moved. Before coming, he told me that when he first came to Hong Kong, it was you, Mr. Li, who gave my master a villa. This time when he came back, my master missed you very much, Mr. Li!"
Mr. Li raised his eyebrows, retracted his right hand and said awkwardly: "Haha, no way, it is my honor to serve you, thank you for your concern."
"Oh? Mr. Li is indeed a loyal subject of the empire, and he is very conscious!"
Little Stone walked up to him, looked down at the old man with glasses, and sneered, "But... my master has been in Hong Kong for two days. I remember that when my master first arrived in Hong Kong, you didn't seem to come to greet him?"
"???"
When Mr. Li heard these ill-intentioned words, cold sweat broke out on his head.
Does that mean he doesn't want to go?
That's because the governor doesn't allow irrelevant people to go!
"I... that was all arranged by the Governor, I..."
"Hehe... It seems that Mr. Li thinks that we are leaving soon, so... he has lost the proper respect for my master."
Little Stone's eyes changed and he stared at the old guy's neck.
…
"I... I absolutely don't mean that! I am loyal to the Empire, to the Queen, and to His Excellency the Count. I..."
Mr. Li hurriedly stretched out his right hand and wanted to swear, but when he looked at Xiao Shitou's cold eyes, he felt a chill in his heart.
At this moment, he finally understood why someone ran away last night. He was too confident!
If I had known earlier, I would have run away too. Now... I can’t run away even if I want to!
Thinking of this, Mr. Li did not explain and said bluntly: "Mr. Stone, please tell me frankly, what does the Earl want me to do? My loyalty will naturally be tested by time."
“Haha…very good!”
Little Stone patted Mr. Li's shoulder heavily, making him grimace. Then he took out the document bag he had been holding under his armpit and handed it to him, saying, "I heard that Mr. Li has a lot of land in China that has not been developed. I wonder if Mr. Li would mind selling it to my master?"
"???"
After hearing this, Mr. Li finally understood that the other party was after money!
"Since Your Excellency the Count wants the land, I will naturally offer it to you with both hands. I wonder how much it costs? I... I can offer you the lowest discount..."
"One pound!"
Xiao Shitou interrupted Mr. Li and asked, "What discount..."
He only gave one pound!
It's not one pound per acre of land, but only one pound for all the land added together!
…
"What?!"
Hearing this price...Mr. Li almost fell down!
He had been holding onto that batch of land, waiting to sell it at a high price. He had relied on various promises to get the land, knowing that this day would come. Now... the land had not been developed yet, just as he had expected, but the price had already risen several times. Right now...
His net worth increased by tens of billions out of thin air.
But now...someone stood before him and wanted to buy these lands for one pound?!
Isn't this a blatant robbery?!
Such a thing actually happened in the great British Empire, and the Queen just doesn't care? !
Is there still law?!
…
“Bang!”
Little Stone looked at Mr. Li, who just stood there in a daze without accepting the document bag, and slapped the document bag on his chest and said, "I'll give you three days to complete all the formalities. Remember, this is not a request. As for whether you agree or not... do you see the garrison outside? If you can't do it within three days, your family of dozens of people will not see the sun three days later."
Hearing these murderous words, Mr. Li could no longer bear it. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.
"Master! Master!"
The housekeeper bent down in panic to help the fainted Mr. Li.
Little Stone looked at this scene, snorted coldly, and turned away.
…
Boss Cha's private plane did not arrive in Hong Kong until June 28.
He is here only in name only, he will not be involved in the matters here.
When I met Alan and Fatty Peng, Alan's face was rosy and he looked in good spirits, but Fatty Peng's face looked a little gray and haggard.
"Your Highness, you are finally here! I am almost bored to death. There is nothing fun in this crappy place."
Looking at Allen's expression, Boss Cha thought he did a good job. He sent Allen here to stabilize the situation. At the moment... it is likely that the situation is stable.
"Well... you've worked hard, hold on for two more days, and then we'll go back."
…
Fatty Peng was originally planning to complain to Boss Cha, but now... after hearing Boss Cha's compliment, the thought of complaining disappeared instantly. Let it be destroyed... let it end sooner rather than later, he has been almost going crazy during this period!
Since arriving in Hong Kong, His Excellency the Earl has been like a weasel into a chicken coop. No... it's a tiger into a chicken coop!
During this period, he colluded with the garrison commander and sent people to the homes of those wealthy people to plunder every now and then.
What?
Are you sick and unable to see guests?
Very good, the Earl's butler has come personally to inquire about his condition with gifts. Do you want to see him or not?
Don’t you dare to see it?
And... what a pity, all those wealthy people he was talking about were loyal to Britain, and this guy made...
It’s like confiscating your house. They don’t want everything from you, but they always start by cutting you down hard.
This makes Pangzi's job extremely difficult, and he receives countless calls complaining about his feelings every day.
But... what can he do? He can't even afford to offend Alan alone, and now this guy is colluding with the garrison, and he has brought so many knights this time. If he rashly tries to persuade him, maybe... he will kill anyone!
When he thought about leaving soon, Fatty Peng just didn't care and let it go...
…
Boss Cha sat in Allen's car, looking at the scenery on both sides of Xiangjiang Road, his eyes were red. Last time... he came here for a visit with Diana, and Allen was there too. It has only been a short time, and such a good place is about to be returned in the blink of an eye...
"Your Highness... Your Highness..."
Alan patted Boss Cha on the shoulder and looked at him with some curiosity, as he looked a little strange.
"Well...what a pity!"
Boss Cha withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath.
Allen's mind moved, and he asked in a mean way: "Your Highness, a few years ago... for the Falkland Islands, we were able to beat Argentina. I think Hong Kong is much better than the Falkland Islands. How can we..."
Boss Cha understood what Alan said, even though he was very angry, but... Alan's asking this question was very consistent with his personality, he just liked fighting and killing.
"You want to ask why we don't fight them? Haha... How can we fight them at such a long distance? Don't you know how powerful the empire is now?"
Boss Cha shuddered at the thought of the combat method that was stigmatized by the United States as the human wave tactic.
There are too many people on the other side!
This is not an island, but close to the mainland. How can Britain beat it?
If there was any way, Thatcher would definitely fight!
Besides, Britain at this time was a bit in awe of the other side. Their battle record was too terrifying. They were a wealthy family, while the other side was barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes. There was no need for that!
If a war really breaks out, the number of people on the other side will be enough to drag the entire Britain into the abyss, from which it will never be able to recover.
"Why……"
Alan sighed in mock manner and agreed.
Then he imitated what his boss had done just now and looked out the window with a deeply affectionate look on his face.
"How have you been doing here during this time? Has anyone caused any trouble?"
"Ah... me? Haha, don't worry, Your Highness. With me here, there will be absolutely no problem. I have made a lot of money during this period, haha!"
Allen seemed heartless and showed off his recent "achievements" to Boss Cha.
“…”
The smile on Boss Cha's face slowly froze as Alan spoke, and then... his eyebrows slowly raised.
After “bloodbathing” dozens of wealthy families, the wealth they obtained was worth billions of pounds. This… this…
Is this how you stabilize the situation for me?
Thinking of Fatty Peng's gray and worn face when he first met him, Boss Cha finally figured out why he looked so bad!
"You...you...you are just kidding! You..."
Boss Cha is about to explode with anger!
Allen looked at Boss Cha with an innocent face and said, "Your Highness...what's wrong with you? Look...I bullied them, but once they were bullied by me, they immediately became obedient. If they are obedient, then the situation will be stabilized, right?!"
"You call this a stable situation?"
"Ah? Then... then I'm good at this..."
Alan looked at Boss Cha with grievance.
“You, you, you…”
"Your Highness, I think long-term. I have a team, Manchester United! I have asked the whole team to come over. After we return the business to Hong Kong, I will let Manchester United play a commercial match with them to celebrate and show goodwill. What do you think?"
"I...get out of here...don't let me see you again in the next two days!"
Looking at the smug Allen, Boss Cha became completely withdrawn. How dare you celebrate for others?
But if he was asked to quarrel with Alan, he didn't know how to do it. He was just that kind of person. Since he was sent here... he had to be prepared to clean up for him. When he thought about being humiliated in two days, then... cleaning up for Alan was not worth mentioning!
…
11:40 p.m., June 30, 1997.
Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Centre.
Alan sat on the stage, looking at the brightly lit scene around him.
There are so many people here today to participate in the return ceremony, including representatives from dozens of countries and representatives stationed in Jiang.
As the ceremony progressed, it was Boss Cha's turn to give a speech before the flag-lowering ceremony.
Alan looked at Boss Cha, who seemed to have aged several years, and walked slowly up to the podium.
Listening to Boss Cha starting his speech, Alan was stunned. Usually Boss Cha spoke normally, but today... there was obviously a little bit of procrastination in Boss Cha's tone, that is, the feeling of being very slow.
Seeing a middle-aged man in the audience staring at his watch, Alan realized that he was trying to delay time!
The agreement did not specify a specific return time, but theoretically speaking, the best time would be zero o'clock, zero minutes, and zero seconds. Every second longer would be a shame for the other party. But now Boss Cha deliberately slowed down his speech. This...
Staring at Boss Cha's back with great interest, it was not Alan's turn to worry about these things. Anyway, he had made enough money in Hong Kong this time. Now he just had to wait to go home with Boss Cha!
…
Unlike Allen's relaxation, today's homecoming ceremony is full of open and covert struggles. Each process has a strict time limit, but... every accident also has a corresponding response plan.
The return is a big deal and we cannot afford to make any mistakes!
…
Alan didn't even bring a watch, so he didn't know that Britain was finally forced to lower the flag ten seconds earlier. He only saw Boss Cha staring at the lowered Union Jack with tears in his eyes. Finally, he couldn't hold it in anymore and cried!
The Union Jack, which had flown over the Hong Kong River for 154 years, finally fell.
Seeing Boss Cha coming down with a folded Union Jack, Alan quickly stood up to greet him.
“Your Highness…”
"Let's go now. I don't want to stay in this place for even a second longer!"
Boss Cha's voice was a little muffled, and he stared blankly at the Union Jack in his arms.
"Okay, okay, come here! Prepare the car!"
At this point, Boss Cha was clearly a little overwhelmed, so Alan was able to give orders on his behalf.
…
At 00:40, as Fatty Peng finally boarded the ship, the long whistle of the royal yacht Britannia sounded.
All the sailors had tears in their eyes. No one spoke. They prepared silently. As the hull shook, the yacht started!
Facing the night, escorted by surrounding warships and police launches, the Britannia slowly left the port.
…
Twenty minutes later, on deck.
Boss Cha held the handrail and looked at the Hong Kong Island which was about to disappear in the night.
Alan stood beside him, also staring at the row of lights in the night. It was good to be back. Now he... just couldn't show his happiness so obviously. Anyway, this kind of thing...
"Alan...we left in such a hurry overnight..."
"Your Highness, calm down, you will be fine."
"Will it get better?"
Boss Cha murmured as he looked at the Hong Kong River at night. How much it resembled Great Britain, having lost its former glory and the sun...
Alan also stared into the distance. At this scene... he suddenly remembered something.
In the autumn of 1986, he was on a cruise ship returning to Wales. He was standing on the deck outside Llanelli Harbour, looking at Wales as it was about to arrive.
Just over a decade had passed, and today... he stayed with Boss Cha, and left in the night.
Thinking back to when I returned to Wales, the sunset that day was extremely beautiful, just like Great Britain, although it had ended, it had not yet completely sunk down. But now...
It has really come to an end, its era is over.
But thinking about what Fatty Peng did, even if it comes to an end, its ghost will still exist for some time.
"Your Highness, the wind is picking up... Let's go back."
Alan supported Boss Cha and took a last look at Hong Kong under the night sky.
…
(End of the book)