England 1986

Chapter 322 The Hidden Boss Cha
"Hahahaha!"

Diana covered her mouth and sniggered, sat up straight again, and secretly glanced at the Indian polo players. Looking at their shapes, she understood what Allen meant.

Technically, as far as Diana knew, Allen didn't play much polo.

Just think about it, a player who has been riding a bull since childhood, how good can his polo skills be?
But Allen's temper is very reckless!

Coupled with his strong physique, if you play pure confrontation without playing skills, the Indians will definitely not be able to handle it!

Even under carelessness, it is possible to be knocked off the horse directly.

Their Hill family used to play heavy cavalry in their family. Let such a person play polo, or play with a more skilled Indian "noble" team. That scene
Diana couldn't bear to think about it.

"Come on in a while, I will be able to take your glorious record and go out to find a marriage partner for you in the future."

Diana smiled and raised her right fist, encouraging Allen.

"You and me"

Allen glanced to Diana's side and asked a question.

Didn't Boss Cha say that the two had a dinner date? He just wanted to gossip and see how it worked out.

"Hmph! Children don't inquire about adults' matters!"

Diana rolled her eyeballs, looking a little clever, glared at Allen, and taunted him.

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Ask about the two of you again, I am a dog!

Allen took a deep breath, turned his face away, and rested his chin with his hands, raised his legs, and watched the dance below.

Looking at it, I suddenly felt a strong gaze, looking at me all the time.

This is a wonderful feeling. The other party should not be hostile, but Allen can feel that someone is looking at him.

But when he turned his head slightly to look in the direction he felt, he didn't find the target.

When he turned around, the feeling came back.

Going back and forth several times made Allen a little nervous, and he doubted whether his intuition was right.

Coughing twice in embarrassment, Allen asked Diana softly: "Auntie, do you have a makeup mirror? Let me use it."

"Huh? What are you using this for?"

Looking at Alan's serious expression, Diana subconsciously took out a small palm-sized powder box from her small bag, and there was a small mirror inside the powder box.

Allen took the compact and didn't look in that direction. Instead, he focused on watching the dance on the court, holding the compact with a mirror in his left hand, and slightly adjusted the angle left and right in the direction that came from his intuition.

Until a person appeared in the mirror, she should have seen Alan watching the dance below, so she looked here openly.

Allen deliberately turned his head slightly, focusing all his attention on the mirror, and then...
Sure enough, that person was looking at him. Just as he was about to turn his head slightly and move a little, the person quickly lowered his head. When Alan turned his head to watch the dance again, she raised her head and looked this way again, like a peek-a-boo.

Silently noted the person's approximate location, Allen took out a pen and paper from his coat pocket, wrote down the person's location and gender, approximate age, approximate characteristics, color of clothes, etc., and then recruited a bodyguard.

"Go, find out what this man does, he keeps looking this way."

Holding Alan's note, the bodyguard was subconsciously startled. He thought that Alan had discovered the assassin, and his face turned pale with fright.

After arranging the bodyguards, Allen continued to reflect on the woman with the small powder box. From a distance, it could be seen that this was a young woman, wearing a traditional Indian dress, with a red dot on her forehead.

Every time he saw the image of an Indian woman, Allen wanted to laugh.

It's not that he discriminates against others, but that he always thinks of Lao Guo's cross talk. There is a cross talk that seems to ask his wife to offer his son or which one?

Anyway, it’s the New Year’s Eve, and the uncle’s head is going to be beheaded. Before the beheading, the uncle won the lottery. The gift was an Indian beauty, and then he slapped off the red dot on his forehead, revealing a few large characters inside— —Special prize, the prize is a few large barrels of Indian oil.

This cross talk Allen was so impressed that when he saw Indian women dressed in this way, he really wanted to take off the red dot on their foreheads to see if there were words behind them.

Because of the distance, and because of the make-up, Alan looked carefully at her image in the mirror, and found out that she seemed to be pretty good-looking.

Then I watched and saw two big men in black sneak up behind the woman, put something against her back, and then invited her out of the viewing area for inspection.

"Humph!"

Seeing the person being taken away, Allen sneered.

Regardless of whether she is a beautiful woman or not, Ellen can understand when others look at him or glance at him, but this one stared at her all the time, and when she turned her head to look at her, she still lowered her head guiltily, regardless of whether there was a problem or not , have to catch up and ask, not afraid of [-], just in case.

"Uh, Your Excellency, we have asked, and we have found several ladies to search her carefully. There are no dangerous items on the target."

More than an hour later, the bodyguard quietly came to Alan again, squatted down and reported the situation softly.

"Huh? No problem? Then why is she staring at me?"

Allen frowned, a little puzzled.

The bodyguard grinned with pain on his face, glanced at Allen, smacked his lips and said, "She said you look good, she just wanted to see it, nothing else."

"?"

Glancing at the bodyguard, the bodyguard looked at Allen with disbelieving eyes. The current situation is the result of several people asking in turn. He was taken away for no reason, and there was no dangerous item on him, and he didn't do anything. It's the most reasonable result, they can't play torture, can they?
Although this reason is ridiculous, the bodyguard still nodded firmly at Allen.

"hiss"

This time, is it because I am being sentimental?
But as the head of the guards, it's not wrong to be more vigilant, right?

Allen couldn't think of what to do for a while.

"What does she do?"

"Uh, a model, a small modeling agency working around Bollywood, she is the best model in their agency."

"Huh? What caste is she?"

"Brahmin, her father is a naval officer, and her mother seems to be a teacher. The family conditions are not bad."

The bodyguard did not introduce the caste of her parents, because there is a high probability that Brahmins will only marry Brahmins. Now that their child is a Brahmin, her parents must be Brahmins.

"hiss"

As soon as the bodyguard finished speaking, Allen hissed again with a toothache.

It's not easy, ordinary people are okay, now they are Brahmins and Bollywood models, and the other party didn't make any mistakes, so it can't be handled hastily. Fortunately, the bodyguards have a sense of proportion and know that they are here today. Most of the people here have a certain status and cannot be forced. Even when they are frisked, they are looking for female friskers, so the other party should not be embarrassed.

"How about you."

Allen thought for a while and said, "Let her come back and continue watching the game. The game is about to start, and then... Well, after I finish the game, I can allow her to present flowers to me."

Although this arrangement seems extremely arrogant and contemptuous, it is a courtesy to let her present flowers to a great noble from the former suzerain country Great Britain. Then Diana will present flowers to Boss Zha after the game today.
Allen thinks this arrangement is good, don't you like to watch it, I will give you a chance to present flowers to the master at close range.

"Good sir, then."

The bodyguard glanced in Boss Cha's direction and said, "Your Excellency, you and Your Highness are going to change clothes now."

"Okay, you go, I will tell His Highness!"

Allen waved his hand impatiently, and drove away the bodyguards. Then he stood up and shook his shirt first. He was very conspicuous when he got up. When the bodyguards came over just now, he was bending over and walking in a half-squat. Come here, now Allen stood up aboveboard.

Walking to Boss Cha, Alan said, "Your Highness, it's time to change clothes and prepare for the game."

"Oh? Haha! Allen. Okay, let's go!"

Boss Cha was having a good chat with the King of Kerala next to him. When Allen called him, Boss Cha agreed with a smile.

As Boss Cha got up, all the Indian "nobility" next to him stood up in a clatter, and sent Boss Cha off the field respectfully. Later, they will be able to witness the Crown Prince of Great Britain and the traditional aristocratic cards of Great Britain in this viewing area. Earl Masson, playing polo on the court is so heroic!

This kind of thing is enough to blow for a lifetime.

"Hahaha, how did Allen prepare yesterday?"

Boss Zha walked slowly with his hands behind his back, talking to Allen while walking, and by the way, like a review, he nodded to the people who stood up on his right hand and greeted him.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, you only need to score goals and leave the rest to me!"

What is Business Polo?

Get a good pass and leave the highlight moment to the leader!
Why do many departments and incumbent leaders perform particularly well in a certain sport, whether it is a competition organized by the unit, or a competition organized by the city or the province, the results are very good, but once they retire, their performance plummets.

Is it because their age affects their competitive level?

Not!
It's that the people who play business ball with them don't play with them anymore.

Uh. The leaders here, what Allen said are all from Great Britain, not from other places.

Today's game lasted six quarters. Boss Zha patted Allen on the shoulder and said, "Then I will play number one, and you will play number three."

The numbers of the players in the polo game are divided into numbers one to four.

Number one is the shooter, who is mainly responsible for riding a horse and shooting.

Number two is the midfielder, mainly responsible for organizing the offense and passing the ball to the shooter.

No. [-] is the midfielder, who is also responsible for organizing passes, but also responsible for certain defensive tasks.

No. [-] is a pure defensive player, only responsible for defense, and occasionally grabs the ball, and then passes the ball to other teammates.

Many rules of polo have similarities with football, that is, there are fewer players against both sides, and the field is larger. The ultimate goal is to get that small polo into the goal.

In the past, Boss Zha didn’t play No. [-]. He likes to play No. [-], but he is not a pure defensive player. He likes to “dribble” all the way from the backcourt like football, riding a horse with the ball, and sprinting from the backcourt. To the frontcourt, the feeling of the last shot.

This one-stop breakthrough looks the most exciting and handsome!

Polo players are divided into grades, and this grade directly represents the player's level!
There are currently several hierarchy systems in the world, but three or four are the most mainstream ones, and the hierarchy system in Great Britain is one of them.

Officially, the player level is divided into 12 levels, and now there is one more level among the folks.

The best one is the N level, that is, the folk rookie level, riding a horse, holding a club, and knowing a little bit about the rules of polo games, even if you are an N level player, you can be regarded as an amateur among amateurs.

And above the N level, it is a regular 12th level player, and the lowest level is -2 level.

Then -1, 0, and then all the way to 10.

Level 10 is considered the highest level, but it is a pity that at present, the theoretically existing level 10 polo players in the world are all Argentines, and Great Britain does not.

And for all the 10th-level players in the whole world, it seems that there are only four or five of them.

For the remaining level 9, level 8, level 7, and level 6 players, ordinary people may think that there are many players at these levels?
But the reality is that from level 6 players to level 10 players, there are less than 50 qualified players in the world.

Level 2 and Level 3 are the most, and Level 4 and Level 5 are already professional players.

And the polo game also has a very fucking rule. For example, like Argentina, they have several level 10 players. Does it mean that if they send four level 10 players on the field, they will be invincible?

Not!
Each polo match is limited to grades.

The rule is that for the four players on the field, the sum of the players' total levels cannot exceed level 10.

That is to say, if a certain polo team desperately wants to send a level 10 player to the field, then...
I'm sorry, but only one level 10 player will be on the field, and the remaining three players will be forced to be level 0. No one will charge with a negative level. Those people are too bad.

As for Boss Zha, he may not look like much, but he is one of the best polo players in the country!
Level 6!
He has reached the level of a professional player, and he can enter the top ten in the domestic rankings.

It was because of Boss Cha's high level that he lost the polo match last year, so he was so worried.

Imagine, playing those competitive games, a certain king tier player loses to a silver tier player inadvertently, will his mentality explode?

Smashing the keyboard is light!
A blue jacket representing nobility, white tight breeches, and black riding boots.

Allen sat on the stool, with his arms outstretched, and the servant put on other protective equipment for him, knee pads, elbow pads, wrist pads, and a helmet.

The gray horse next to it has an extremely cool coat color, the overall color is gray, but the gray coat color is mixed with white checkered patterns in the shape of triangles, which is very rare.

This thing looks like a gray leopard. The long ponytail behind its buttocks has been folded several times to form a palm-length tangle. This is to prevent the ponytail from being trampled or hurt. Cutting the tail of the base dog is a bit similar.

The gray horse was standing next to Alan. Alan got acquainted with them yesterday.

Allen winked at the little gray horse and said, "Be brave later, if you perform well today, I'll buy you a mare when I go back!"

The little gray horse looked very clever. Hearing Alan's words, his nostrils contracted and expanded suddenly, panting heavily, and his front hooves kicked hard on the grass a few times.

(End of this chapter)