Alan knew the exact day Charles was coming over.

But I don’t know the exact time we’ll arrive or which route we’ll take. We were notified twenty minutes in advance for safety reasons.

Standing at the gate of the manor, watching several heavy trucks approaching from afar, Allen was a little confused. He glanced at Hut next to him and asked, "Are these horses being transported?"

It was originally just a simple hunting match, where these heavy trucks could be used, and the only thing Alan could think of was to load the horses.

“It should be.”

Listening to Hut's reply, Alan looked at these heavy trucks with some envy.

Charles is still extravagant. Compared with him, shouldn't I cry poor? !

In order to go hunting, people bring their own horses for hundreds of miles!

Maybe the price of Charles' horses alone would exceed Allen's net worth.

…

Sniffing with some envy, Alan ignored the heavy trucks being inspected by the bodyguards and instead looked towards the road in front of the manor gate.

A few medium-sized buses drove over in the distance, and sandwiched between these buses were six gray Land Rovers.

A continuous convoy of more than a dozen vehicles is Charles' most streamlined configuration when he goes out hunting.

Except for those pulling equipment, the rest of the people on those buses were servants.

Such a large team might be considered very frugal for Charles.

…

"How long have you been waiting?"

The second car in the Land Rover fleet stopped steadily in front of Allen, and the rear window was lowered, revealing Charles' face.

"Your Highness is welcome to Carmarthen."

Hut touched his chest and saluted, and reminded Alan, who was a little distracted, in a slightly raised voice.

"Haha, Your Highness, I came out to wait after receiving the call. I didn't wait long."

Alan opened the car door and welcomed Charles.

As Charles got out of the car, Alan saw that the princess and William were sitting in the third Land Rover following behind.

As for Harry, he might have been too young and was not brought here at all.

…

While the servants were unloading the horses, Charles took Allen on a tour of the manor.

He had been here before, but Alan couldn't remember the last time he was here.

"You want to go to Hong Kong? Go there to relax?"

"Travel! Travel! I've never been there, and I'm a little curious. By the way, I want to recruit some talent for film production there."

Charles glanced at Alan and said, "The last sentence is the key point, right?"

He thought Allen was just fooling around in the name of movies.

But it’s not a big deal. Just play if you like. Which man doesn’t like to play when he is young?

…

"We have already agreed with them on the return date a few years ago. This term as Governor of Hong Kong is not easy. The remaining period of time should be generally stable and a smooth transition. Do you understand?"

"Your Highness... I didn't go there to cause trouble!"

Alan struggled slightly and retorted. Why did it sound like the guy was afraid that he would cause trouble if he went over?

As for the smooth transition period.

This is easy to understand, although it is still ten years away from the return!

But to some people, this decade is already very short.

Many people who have businesses there are in confusion or panic.

A large number of people are relocating their industries. For some factories and industries, it is not realistic to relocate too far away, so they can only find resettlement sites nearby.

This requires time to arrange, which is the so-called transition period.

but……

This kind of thing has no effect on Allen. Stability is better, as is panic. A stable environment means safety, while panic makes it easier for him to operate in it.

…

"Hmph... the new Governor of Hong Kong has not been confirmed yet. When it is confirmed in a few days, I will ask him to come to you. As for your relationship, you will be my personal assistant from now on. Your relationship is registered with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and the documents will be delivered to you in a few days."

Although Charles seemed a little stern when they first met, he still agreed to Alan's request.

"Your Highness, I am sorry to trouble you!"

No matter how the outside world evaluates Charles, and no matter whether many traditional aristocrats have complaints about this prince, at least Charles is now quite considerate to his own people.

What are the criteria for a good boss?

Not only did he agree to your request, but he also provided you with an insurance policy!

Putting Alan's relationship with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is insurance. In case he does something out of line, we have the double insurance of diplomats. That's enough!

…

After touring Allen's stable, Charles said with a look of disgust: "I'll give you a horse. Look at what you have at home. Is this how you hunt?"

“…”

The only one who can use a famous horse as a riding horse for hunting is the one in front of him. Anyway, Alan can't bear to do so and doesn't have that luxury.

When hunting in the wild, the most important thing for a riding horse is its durability. Is appearance important?

Ride a nice and famous horse, and the prey will come to your door?

…

"William! Grab it and pin it down!"

Alan was holding a long rope in his hand, at the other end of which was tied a calf's head.

The Mavericks stood there lazily and confusedly, not daring to move.

The calf was fed well in the morning and given some wine before leaving. Now, it was considered strong for it to be able to stand firmly, let alone run.

The Scottish Highland cattle, which was not even as big as a dog, was knocked down by the excited William. Charles and Diana, who were in the distance, looked at the playful William and Allen with a smile on their faces.

"Cousin! Help me."

Perhaps the pain caused by William's pounce woke up the calf, and the calf, who was still dazed just now, twisted on the ground in resistance.

Alan pulled the rope in his hand and just sat on the horse watching William train the cattle.

The calf was placed nearby by the family's servants in advance. When everyone arrived here, Alan pretended to take William to catch a wild calf and asked the servants to scare the calf to their vicinity.

Alan adjusted the horse's position to reveal William next to him, straightened his back, looked at the angle, and signaled the servant next to him to take a picture of him.

He would wait until William grew up before showing him these dark histories.

…

On the picnic mat, Alan made tea and glanced at Charles who was staring into the distance in a daze.

"Your Highness...are you enjoying yourself today?"

Charles glanced at Alan and didn't rush to reply. Instead, he changed the subject and said, "When there is a chance, we still have to go hunting in West Africa. There are no large prey here, so it's not satisfying."

They were a group of people, with bodyguards patrolling on off-road motorcycles on the periphery and bodyguards on horses looking for prey in the middle.

In the middle are Charles' family and Alan.

With such personnel configuration, not to mention prey, all small animals on the road were scared away.

Even the few remaining hares that were caught were brought in from outside by the bodyguards with great effort.

"How about...I kill two Welshmen to cheer His Highness up?"

“Alan!”

The princess, who was accompanying William, was the first to rebuke Alan when she heard his dangerous and rebellious remarks.

"Ha ha!"

Charles didn't care. He waved his hand and asked the chef who was roasting a rabbit next to him to bring the barbecue.