England 1986

Chapter 307
Finally, he found a godfather he liked for his child. Gerald was in a good mood, and he followed Allen to Angus along the way, and Duke Gerald nodded and smiled at everyone he saw on the road. The few noble councilors who were present were a little flattered.

What happened to the richest duke today?
They couldn't understand how a father in his 40s felt when he was old enough to have a son.

Alan couldn't tell what he was feeling at the moment. He came to the meeting happily, but as soon as he arrived here, a man dragged him to give away his godson and money.

This. He was so enthusiastic that he was too embarrassed to refuse. He could only use the spirit of Ah Q to comfort himself. Anyway, now he has raised two bear children. One sheep is herding, and two sheep are also herding. Multiple godsons It doesn't matter, at most it will be a matter of adding a pair of knives and forks at home in the future.

Besides, the child is still young, and it will take a few years to raise him.

It seems reasonable for a family of the king's guards and a family of the king's groom to come together now, but the groom family is too well mixed now, which is a bit weird.

On the contrary, I am about to set up business in India, and I just came to a pillow when I fell asleep. The Duke of Westminster reimbursed his land and factory buildings first, which is a bit strange and embarrassing. .
Allen wants to have more parents who can give him money and others in the future.It's so cool that this fucking recognizes a godson who earns more than he has earned in a few years of business.

If everyone is like him, then I will build a school in Wales in the future, dedicated to raising my son. Isn't this more profitable than doing business?
"Are you finished?" Duke Angus looked at Gerald's flushed face, and knew that the result was as he wished.

"Haha. The closing ceremony is over today, don't leave, go to my place!"

Gerald took care of everything, and invited the Duke of Angus and the Duke of Kent, with his left arm around Allen, as if he was not drunk tonight.

"I have to go back overnight, I have something to do over there."

Allen refused without even thinking about it. A group of old men, he can't hang out with them. If he goes to a party at home and doesn't even have a girl, what's the point of just drinking and eating.

"look at you."

Just as Angus wanted to reprimand Allen again, the door of the lounge was opened again, and a waiter trot briskly to the side of the Duke of Kent, and whispered something.

"Let's go. His Majesty has arrived, let's go to a meeting!"

The Duke of Kent interrupted the conversation of several people, waved his hand like a big brother, let the waiter lead the way, and walked in the front.

With his hands hanging slightly by his side, Allen stood obediently and looked at the back of the Duke of Angus's head not far in front of him. It was quite like the teacher standing on the podium in class, and the students below pretended to be listening to the class. Seriously.

at this time
The queen in a turquoise suit sat on the throne on the stage, and the national anthem of Great Britain "God Save the Queen" played in the background.

All rose to sing the national anthem to the Queen.

Allen also hummed softly, and while humming, he secretly cast aside the queen on the stage from the corner of his eye.

The national anthem of Great Britain is very flexible, although it is now called "God Save the Queen", but if a male monarch is in power, if you change a few words and titles, the song will become "God Save the King", It is not fixed, but changes with the gender of the reigning monarch, that's how it is.

In the foreseeable future, it is estimated that this song will be changed to "God Save the King" in a few decades.

Moreover, the content of this national anthem is a bit fucked up. The first part is about bragging and blessing the queen, while the latter part is a bit ruthless. It refers to Scotland. It can be understood that if the other party rebels, they must do it like the old marshal. them.

I don't know how the Scots would feel if they sang such a British song on a formal occasion?
Do it yourself?
Thinking of this, Allen took another glance from the corner of his eye. The Scottish nobles in the distance, sure enough, looked indifferent, and just hummed in their mouths.

Although this is the national anthem of Great Britain, anyone who knows Great Britain understands it.

This song is only the national anthem of the British Empire that is recognized on the surface, but if it is subdivided, the four beauties who form the United Kingdom of Great Britain each have their own national anthem, er, no, it should be the national anthem.

Anyway, as long as it is not a formal and necessary occasion, under normal circumstances, the official national anthem "God Save the Queen" is rarely used in Great Britain. On the contrary, the former overseas colonies still use this national anthem.

Today's House of Lords is extremely solemn. After the song was sung, all the nobles were able to sit down. The queen spoke a few words with a half-smile, until the end.

"Next year...is a new chapter, a new era is coming."

Hearing this, Allen glanced at the queen on the stage again, wondering if it was an illusion. He clearly looked at her with a smile on her face, but this kind of smile seemed fake, the kind of fake smile a feeling of.

Allen knew what she was talking about, something. Although many people later said that it was not sudden, but after careful tracking, it was not sudden, but inevitable. It was just that the process was too fast. It's beyond what many people expected, that's all.

And for some people, it is easy to know some inside information a few days ago. Although the queen did not say clearly why it is a new era, everyone in the audience probably knew what she was talking about.

No wonder the queen is going to attend the closing ceremony in person today. If she doesn't say anything at such an important time, it's not in line with her personality.

After the queen finished speaking, Allen hurriedly took the lead in applauding, doing what he was supposed to do, and then welcomed Boss Cha to the stage. He would stand beside the queen and continue to say a few more words.

Today's closing ceremony of the Congress is not so much solemn as it is formal.

Anyway, I didn’t say anything that was useful on the surface, but after listening to it, I felt that I had said everything. There was a sense of relief, sadness, and confusion about the future between the lines. Anyway, until the closing of the Congress, Allen was a little lost.

现在
He didn't know how to describe his mood, whether he should be happy or sad.

He only felt that the place was far away from him, and he didn't feel deeply. He was a bit like a bureaucrat, and he quietly watched history advance.

"Are you really not going with us?"

Angus looked at Alan with a gloomy face, but he didn't take it seriously, thinking that he was falling asleep after hearing it.

"No, let's play, I have something to do when I go back, so let's go first!"

Allen shook his hand, and before Angus could persuade him any further, he nodded to Gerald who hadn't come out from a distance, and made a gesture as farewell.

Monday, January 1991, 12.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, a silver-gray Rover 800 drove slowly to the gate of the manor. Ferguson pressed the window of the car, glanced at the doorman, and said with a warm smile on his face, "I am invited by your Excellency to attend today's Christmas banquet. , This is an invitation card, and sitting behind are two little guys, both players of the team."

The doorman remained expressionless as usual. He took a closer look at Ferguson and then at the invitation. He still had an impression of the football coach. He leaned over to the car and looked at the two teenagers sitting in the back seat. The young man was looking around curiously, while the other black-haired boy looked a little reserved, especially when he saw the guard looking at him, he quickly lowered his head, as if he had done something wrong.

With this attitude, he looks like a Welshman!
"Humph."

The doorman snorted softly and didn't care. He waved his hand to signal Ferguson to go in and said a lesson: "Park the car in the parking lot. Why are you here so late? Next time you have an invitation, you have to arrive early, you know?!"

"Understood, we drove here from Manchester early in the morning, and the road on the road is a bit difficult to walk. It won't happen next time."

Ferguson nodded embarrassingly. The old man of the doorman was not ordinary. He only said a few words, and he didn't dare to talk back.

The blond boy in the backseat looked strange, and gave Ferguson a weird look. His head coach usually had a bad temper when he was in the club, and he had never seen him so peaceful.

Ferguson restarted his car, and as soon as he entered the gate of the manor, he saw a person who looked like a bodyguard patrolling with a big dog. When passing by their car, the big dog bared its teeth at them subconsciously. .

Pointing to the big dog that had passed by, Ferguson smiled and said to the two people behind the car: "Did you see that, it is a common patrol dog, but do you know how much its monthly salary is?"

"One hundred pounds?"

The blond boy has a cheerful personality, far less dull than the black-haired boy next to him.

"Hmph, one hundred pounds? Eight hundred pounds! This is still last year's monthly salary. I don't know if it has increased this year."

"Eight hundred pounds?"

The blond boy was taken aback for a moment, he is still signing a school child contract, there is no salary, only a subsidy, and the subsidy is [-] pounds per month.

Theoretically speaking, he is about equal to a patrol dog?

The blond boy who is only 16 years old can now get a subsidy of [-] pounds per month, which is already enough for him to be proud of, but today, following the coach to come here to see the world, unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the gate of the manor, his pride was blown away. The monthly salary of a patrol dog was wiped out.

The blond boy quickly opened his seat belt, climbed on the back seat, and looked at the patrol dog going away. When will I be able to earn thousands of pounds a week like those big guys in the team? salary?
Then overtake this dog!
"Hmph, don't read, I'm telling you this to let you understand that as long as you follow the right person, even a dog will become extraordinary, understand?!"

Ferguson looked at the two teenagers in the rearview mirror. He had high hopes for both of them. One is the current captain of the youth team, and the other is a very spiritual midfielder. These are the future of the Manchester United team. Ah, the children are still young and their values ​​are immature, but the outside world is changing every day. We must let them realize the benefits of being in the Manchester United team early, and they must not become impetuous.

"Understood the boss!"

The blond-haired boy had a cheerful personality. When Ferguson said this, he turned into a playful smile again. On the contrary, the black-haired boy next to him nodded slightly without making a sound.

A black tuxedo, a white starched shirt, a white bow tie on the collar, and high-waisted black trousers, a standard aristocratic evening dress.

When Ferguson brought two teenagers in small suits to see Allen, Allen was dressed like this, sitting on the sofa in the living room with his legs crossed, a cigarette in his right hand, very imposing, Several people in the same bright clothes around, each mainly in their own small circle, gathered together and whispered together, while Allen sat alone on the single sofa.

To be honest, the blond boy has heard of Alan’s name, but he has no impression of him. The blond boy doesn’t like to watch the movies he made, and sometimes he can’t understand them. Everyone’s aesthetics are not the same now. .

Now following the boss to meet this nobleman for the first time, he feels very strong!

Even if he was sitting there, he would still give people this feeling. The fabric of the shirt on his chest was bulging, and the outline of his chest muscles could be vaguely seen. His hair was meticulously combed, not the kind made out of mousse Instead of styling, it uses a traditional back comb hairstyle that is very retro, labor-intensive and time-consuming.

In addition, when he was smoking, he seemed to be thinking about something, and his face naturally took on a gloomy look, which made him look very imposing.

The blond-haired boy, who was a little jumpy just now, was looking left and right. When he got close, he also became the same as the black-haired boy next to him, and stood behind Ferguson a little cautiously.

"Your Excellency. Merry Christmas. Today I brought two little guys to show you. This is the future of the team."

Ferguson rubbed his hands, thought for a while, stepped forward to pick up the ashtray on the coffee table, said something softly when he got to Allen's side, and then squatted down beside him naturally, holding up the ashtray for convenience Allen flicks the ashes.

"Oh? Ferguson is here"

Allen came back to his senses, glanced at Ferguson, and then looked at the two teenagers standing next to him. They couldn't be called teenagers. The British look old when they look at them. These two guys are about the same as adults in terms of physique Yes, even stronger than adults look.

"Your Excellency. This is the captain of the youth team. When you went to watch the game that day, he was still on the field. I don't know if you still remember him. His name is Ryan Giggs, and his hometown is Cardiff. Yes, Welsh."

"Oh Welsh?"

Allen's subconscious voice raised, and the ending was a little nasal.

His tone changed suddenly, and he squinted at the black-haired young Ziggs in front of him, which surprised Ziggs.

Not because of his tone of voice, but because of instinctive fear.

Giggs moved to Manchester with his father when he was six or seven years old, and he didn't live in Wales for many years.

but!

Welsh children, when they were disobedient when they were young, their family members frightened them, and if they opened their mouths, they would send you to a certain castle if they were disobedient, and the noble lord would eat you!
It goes without saying who this aristocratic master who eats children is. Although no one mentions his name, this is a trick passed down from generation to generation to scare children.

(End of this chapter)