England 1986

Chapter 26 Welcome home, Honorable Earl of Carmarthen!
With the arrest of some Koreans, the law and order in London has improved. Isn't this the result visible to the naked eye?

The changes in London are what His Royal Highness can see, and His Royal Highness can't go to a remote place like Carmarthen once in a year or two.

Your Excellency Allen can do whatever you want. Those Koreans arrested by the Carmarthen police, where, don’t you just let this Your Excellency arrange everything?
That's Carmarthen!
The old lair of the Hill family!

As long as this vote is made, not only him, but even his superiors will be able to take credit for it, as well as money!

What's more, the arrests this time are still black households in South Korea, and they have no psychological pressure or external public opinion pressure.

As for Viscount Fox, they have colluded with the Koreans themselves, and professionals from the Security Bureau will personally arrange "criminal evidence" for them. Hughes can guarantee that these evidences are absolutely impeccable!
It's definitely enough to make their family peel off, and then...
Bankrupt!

After figuring out the twists and turns, Hughes smiled and said, "Your Excellency, thank you for providing us with the exact clues. I think I know what to do next!"

"Haha." Allen smiled, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at Hughes without speaking.

Feeling that the atmosphere in the car was suddenly cold, Hughes was a little stunned for a while, then suddenly realized, secretly said "Damn it!"
Immediately afterwards, Hughes quickly remedied: "Your Excellency. I don't know if I can visit you in person at your manor in a while? I think there will be some stolen goods at that time. As the provider of clues, we need you to confirm it yourself. "

"Haha! Mr. Hughes, you are indeed a pillar of the empire, the estate of the Hill family. You are welcome to visit at any time, Stone, give Mr. Hughes my business card."

Allen's laughter was much more sincere this time.

What is swag?

Sometimes, it may be an account book, a real estate procedure, or even a small note.

But sometimes money counts as stolen goods, like the pound sterling squeezed out of those Koreans.

But Xiusite specifically pointed out that he would bring the "stolen goods" to visit the earl, and asked the earl to personally confirm whether the stolen goods were evidence.

The meaning of this is very obvious, people are digging wells without forgetting to drink water!
This is what my British security department should look like!

Hughes caressed his heart without a trace.

The one in front of him is the real nobleman. He almost forgot just now. His Excellency Allen talked to him for a long time, talking about the plan, and covering the whole story for him. What is he for?
Is he for Daying?
He is for money!

Without interest, what is he doing so hard?Do you do charity?

How much "stolen goods" can be confiscated in this operation, Hughes is still unclear, but at least it must be at the level of millions of pounds, right?

After earning so much money, no matter what, you should share it with the gentleman in front of you!
This is the rule!

In this way, the two sides can be regarded as having a basis for joint cooperation, and there may be opportunities for continued cooperation in the future.

Now that everything has been said, the atmosphere in the car has become lively again.

"Your Excellency, I think I'll stop here today, thank you very much for your cooperation, I should get out of the car!"

"Okay! Stone, pull over."

Allen was not polite to him either. Although everyone had said so much, they were all verbal agreements, and they didn't make it clear on the surface, but
They are all smart people, and when some things are clear, everyone knows it well. I, Daying, like to be reserved, not straightforward!
After Hughes got out of the car, carrying the briefcase in his left hand, he quickly ran to the right rear side of the Bentley in small steps. Although separated by the window glass, the etiquette should be done!

He actually hates getting along with nobles. This group pays great attention to this kind of etiquette. If one does not do well and is pointed at by others, he has to admit that he is unlucky.

"Your Excellency, go slowly!"

Hughes bowed slightly with his right hand touching his chest.

"呲"

Accompanied by a slight rubbing sound, the rear window slowly fell, and Allen's unusually handsome, but slightly indifferent face appeared in front of Hughes.

"If you need to use the Carmarthen police, you can go to Officer Rex, and he will cooperate with you."

"I understand! I have troubled you, Your Excellency."

Hughes, who had just raised his head, quickly lowered his head again to salute.

After leaving this sentence, as the windows were closed again, the Bentley started slowly and drove away.

"call"

Turning his head and looking at Bentley who was slowly disappearing from sight, Hughes exhaled and slowly straightened up.

His Excellency's last sentence just now also confirmed his guess that the place in Carmarthen is really
But these have nothing to do with him, he just needs to do what he should do.

"Dudu!"

The sound of the horn and brakes brought Hughes back to his senses, looked at the car that had just stopped in front of him, smiled slightly, and opened the rear door.

"Hey Hughes, why did you come down so soon, is that Your Excellency not easy to get along with?"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, we've got a big job this time! A very big job."

Hughes was talking, subconsciously touched the collar of his shirt and smiled.
"Master! We're home!"

Xiaoshitou looked at the gate of the manor and the two neat lines outside the gate, and lightly braked to wake up his young master.

"Well?"

I don't know if it's a psychological illusion. When I went there, I fell asleep in the car on the way and felt sore all over, but when I slept on the way back, I woke up with nothing, and even a little excited.

Finally home!

Looking out through the car window, near the roadside at the entrance of the manor, a huge wooden skull was painted in an orange background, and the bottom was fixed on a thick iron rod and inserted on the side of the road, like a large wooden skull. mailbox.

And in the wide open mouth of the skull, there are some colorful candies.

Frowning slightly, Allen remembered that this thing should be the special version of the "Pumpkin Sugar Box" at home, right?

"Stone. Is it Halloween?"

"Yes, master, today is October 31st!"

"Ok!"

"Welcome home, Lord Carmarthen!"

Bentley stopped at the gate of the manor. Butler Huth was wearing a very formal black evening dress and a very beautiful mustache. He stood at the gate of the manor with a smile on his face, stopped the car, and opened the car door for Allen himself.

There are two queues on either side of the door.

On the left is the manservant, on the right is the maid.

Ah.
Is there a sense of ceremony for the new owner to formally enter the house?
It worked out pretty well.

Allen, who had just got out of the car, stomped his feet, straightened his coat with both hands, scanned the two rows of servants, and finally set his sights on Butler Huth.

"Well done, thank you Huth!"

"Master! From today onwards, you will officially become the new owner of the Hill family. This is what I should do. Did your meeting go well today?"

Allen nodded, with his hands behind his back, looking at the wrought iron gate in front of him. Standing here so formally today, the manor that he used to dislike a little, now seems to be inexplicably pleasing to the eye!
The male and female voices were intertwined. Although it was not neat, as Allen moved forward, the queues of servants on both sides shouted the rehearsed slogans.

"Welcome home, Honorable Lord Carmarthen!"

On May 1986, 10, in the evening.

Halloween is the eve of Halloween, which is also the ghost festival in the West.

After more than a month, the Hill family's manor welcomed their new owner --- Alan Hill.

　The first volume is over, and the next volume officially begins to revive the family business.

　　I don't know the rhythm of this volume, what do you guys think?

　　Is the pace slow?
　　I can't write the kind of essay that fills up the conflict and the rhythm is too fast.

　　This book just wants to be steady and tell the story.

　　This is the first time I write about Western subjects, as long as it is not a direct personal attack, I will read other opinions.

　　Please bear with me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)