Located between Upper Albert Road and Lower Albert Road in Mid-Levels Central, the Governor's House covers an area of ​​24,000 square meters.

Looking at the tower with a strong Japanese style, Alan smiled. This could be considered as "historical sedimentation" in a sense.

After the islanders occupied it, they converted the British-style governor's palace into a Japanese style. Later, when the British came back, they continued to live there. The governor lived in such a place every day. If it were Alan, he would not be able to sleep.

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"Master... I have checked everything. There is no problem with the room."

Karl stood beside Allen and heard the bodyguard coming to report the situation, and then relayed the conclusion to Allen.

"Well... compare the information that Wei Dewei gave me in the next two days to see if there are any discrepancies or omissions with the data found by your people."

Allen was still a little wary of Wei Dewei.

The information he provided can only be used as a reference. He has his own ideas about what the facts are.

Old Carl has been helping Allen set up a small company in Los Angeles. There are not many people, but they are all elites.

There are many businesses involving various inquiries. Before Allen arrived in Hong Kong, Carl sent people from America to Hong Kong to inquire about the information Allen needed.

Professional financial investigation agencies like these don't need to be extremely accurate in their investigations; a rough estimate is enough.

Now that he has just arrived in Hong Kong and is unfamiliar with the place, he can have a general idea of ​​the situation by asking old Carl to check it.

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"Master, the situation in America has been unstable recently. The congressman I know doesn't dare to reveal more. We have to hurry up here."

"I see! Go check the situation first."

Alan drove Carl away and walked to the window to admire the sea view in the distance. The Governor's Mansion was located halfway up the mountain, and the viewing conditions were excellent.

He knew that in 1987, the major event that he remembered was the stock market crash, which was almost the same as the stock market crash in 1997.

Alan had read some novels before, in which the protagonist traveled through time, started a business and built a factory, and made his first pot of gold by catching loaches, collecting bonds, and various other means. Then he found the right timing and took advantage of the stock market crash to turn the tide and make tens of billions.

This thing is just for look. If you take it seriously, you are a fool.

With his tiny arms and legs, he didn't want to jump in at all. This was not something he could play with at his current age.

Alan is not familiar with financial matters and doesn't want to get involved.

Even if we knew there would be a stock market crash this year, what could we do?

He couldn't remember the time nodes of this and that. Even if he knew the general idea, if he really dared to go in and play, he would be slaughtered like a pig by the big sharks behind him in minutes.

What's more, he has no money now.

so……

He wanted to set up a plan and reap the benefits before the assets of these fat sheep shrank.

The financial tycoons above have their own way of playing, and Alan also has his own way of playing. Everyone plays their own way and does not disturb each other. His ability can only ensure that he can make money. He does what he can and can reap a wave, but the upper limit of the amount is only 100 million at most, and it is still a monetary unit of single digits.

More...

Alan was afraid he couldn't keep it.

…

While Alan went to Hong Kong to "travel" and relax, Britain also encountered a big "upheaval".

In a luxuriously decorated office with a strong sense of history, a middle-aged woman with a dignified face was holding a newspaper in her hand.

The bone knots on the right hand are very obvious, and due to long-term clenching, the right hand looks pale and bloodless.

But it all started with a picture in the newspaper.

"The Prime Minister's private affairs have been exposed! Suspected of having an affair."

Looking at the caption on the picture and the movie poster with a vulgar name, Thatcher gasped and her chest heaved violently.

"Miss……"

"Have you found out who the director of this movie is?!"

The secretary was about to say something to comfort her, but Thatcher glared at her and asked her the question she was most concerned about: How could someone be so bold as to use her as a gimmick to make a cheesy movie? !

"I found out... yes... yes..."

Seeing the secretary hesitate to speak, Thatcher's voice became colder and colder: "Speak!"

"It is the Earl of Carmarthen."

"who?"

Hearing the name, Thatcher tried hard to recall, and a middle-aged man with a rough but delicate appearance appeared in his mind.

She still remembered that a few years ago, this noble lord had beaten up another viscount in public during a meeting in Wales. The incident caused a big uproar, and in the end the Queen even wrote a letter to reprimand the Earl of Carmarthen named Carnot who was far away in Wales.

No, no.

Thatcher remembered that it seemed that last year, this earl with a very eccentric personality seemed to have an accident with the heir he trained, and in the end the one who inherited his title was his youngest son, a controversial person.

It is said that he seems to be good-looking and made a lot of jokes when he was a child.

Thatcher threw the newspaper down in annoyance. How could such an aristocrat go into making a movie?

Is he idle?

Aren't those Welsh people enough for your amusement?

Why don't you go and continue to fight the Viscount?

…

Now, even if Thatcher was angry, she had no way to deal with the earl far away in Wales. He was just vaguely involved and did not mention anyone by name. There was no need to check everything in the newspaper carefully. On the surface, it certainly had nothing to do with that person.

"These damn people..."

Looking at the secretary's eyes, Thatcher didn't dare to say the rest of the words.

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"Is this the movie that Allen made?"

Charles finally had a day off, and he felt a little curious when he saw the servant holding a movie master tape specially sent to him.

Allen told him at the beginning that this was a film made to give a voice to middle-aged and elderly women and to promote economic development.

He was very curious about what Allen had filmed.

There was no poster on the disc-shaped metal shell, so Charles waved his hand and asked the servants to take the film to the screening room for screening.

I haven't watched a movie at home for a long time, so I called the princess and we had some tea and chatted together. It was quite nice to enjoy a movie made by the count in the afternoon.

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The 107-minute feature film ended with a piano piece as the ending song. In the theater that was lit up again, Charles looked at the subtitles on the screen with an unnatural look on his face.

"Is this what Alan meant by promoting economic development? Hmm...?!"

Butler Capel wanted to escape when the film reached the middle, but he did not dare to speak because of the weird atmosphere in the screening room.

Now that His Highness asked, he didn't know what to say. He couldn't just speak rashly about an earl, could he?

…

“I think it’s pretty…”

Maybe it was because of the different viewing angle, plus the fact that the movie was originally made for middle-aged and older women, Diana thought it was okay after watching it, and was even a little agitated.

But Charles didn't see it that way. Although the leading actress in the movie had a great figure and the shots fully displayed her charm and grace, he always felt that something was going to go wrong with the movie.

Especially the image problem of the heroine, although it is just a borderline, but there will be a change of leadership this year, and it is really a good time to touch the borderline!

After closing his eyes and thinking for a moment, Charles suddenly opened his eyes...

Fuck! Fuck!

No one would think that this was a movie that I instructed Allen to make, right?

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