England 1986

Chapter 33 Foreign aid is coming
The few people who looked like veterans gathered around and whispered together. It seemed that they had come to this kind of place for the first time, and they were both curious and reserved.

And the few people brought by Sifis are much better, although many of them are coming to this kind of place for the first time, but
They belong to a magazine. Given the content of their magazine, what scenes have they not seen?

But it has to be said that the nobles are far away from most commoners, especially the real nobles who live in this kind of old castle are still very mysterious to the commoners.

There are many ways of life here, some people may have seen a little bit from novels, story books, and even film and television programs, but now when they enter here and see it with their own eyes, they still feel very shocked.

Except for the maid who was not the same as imagined.

As for this long solid wood conference table, the wooden table looks like a whole old tree was cut from the middle.

Looking at the dense annual ring patterns on the table, and thinking about the width of the table, in that era, such a century-old giant tree should be the main material used to make the keel of a battleship, right?

When I got here, I was extravagantly planed to make a table.

and these tea sets
An employee of a magazine has sharp eyes. He took a close look at the transparent tea set in his hand, and suddenly found that it was not glass, but crystal!

This is too extravagant. Ordinary tea sets for guests to drink tea are all one-piece crystal cup tea sets polished from pure crystal?
Each of these things inside can be sold for a lot of pounds, right?
"Ahem! Your Excellency the Earl is here!"

"Scratch and pull."

With Butler Hut's soft reminder, the entire meeting room fell silent, and then there was the sound of messy chairs moving. Although it was not neat, everyone in the meeting room stood up.

"Tap tap."

With the sound of footsteps from far to near, everyone in the conference room looked at the door.

The first to come is.
A maid serving tea.

Behind her is the owner of the castle—His Excellency the Earl of Carmarthen.

"Honorable Lord Carmarthen, good morning!"

"Haha, we're all on our own, sit down, don't be too polite."

Allen smiled politely.

It's not that everyone should salute when they see a nobleman, but that such etiquette is only used after they know that the person they want to meet is a nobleman.

And even the name of greeting, there are specific rules.

For ordinary nobles of the three major ranks of jazz, baron, and viscount, you only need to add a respectful front stamp.

Later, if you know the specific title, you can also call it with the title, such as respected sir, respected baron and so on.

And the title of Your Excellency is of a higher level.

Sir, baron, and viscount, the three major ranks of nobles, cannot be called your Excellency in formal occasions.

This is a title that belongs exclusively to high-ranking nobles, and is used for the titles of Earl and Marquis.

The subdivision here, if a noble family of this level has a fief, they should also be called with the fief, such as the Earl of Carmarthen, this Carmarthen refers to the position of the fief.

This is also a manifestation of status.

As for the higher level, that is His Highness, and this level is the duke and prince.

Like the Prince of Wales, or the Duke of Cambridge like Serena William.

The separate address above is Your Majesty.

This is a level-specific appellation.

If you are a commoner, it doesn't matter if you make a mistake if no one specifically guides you. Anyway, in modern society, it doesn't hurt.

But in very formal occasions, or in the aristocratic circle, or the occasion where you meet for the first time like now, you can't make a mistake, because it would be embarrassing!

Usually, people like Alan, after getting acquainted with him, call him Master or Your Excellency, that's fine, but you can't call him by his name directly, that would be the most impolite.

There is another situation where you can call someone by their first name, that is, if the other party doesn't disclose that they have a title, those who don't know it won't be blamed.

Seeing that the maid is still adjusting the slideshow, the principle of this thing is to write the content on a small transparent card, and through the principle of projection, enlarge and project it onto the screen in front of it.

It's easy to say, but debugging is very troublesome, because this thing has to be placed upside down, and the position has to be adjusted to face the curtain.

"Hahaha, doctor, I thought you would arrive in a few days."

Allen looked at a thin young man with a short cropped head. This was a doctor on the ship when he was serving.
So-so, nicknamed Doctor.

"Alan, we've been going through the formalities since you left. They didn't make it difficult for us. As soon as they received your letter, they came back by plane."

"Very good! It's just in time, and I will give you the task in a while."

Allen set his sights on another strong white man, who looked like a character from an arcade fighting game, Gulie, in terms of appearance and hairstyle.

That is, the shirtless American soldier in camouflage pants and with blond broom hair.

"Donkey! Do you still remember what you told me about your dream?"

Hearing Alan's words, the strong man nicknamed Old Donkey was taken aback for a moment, then he glanced at the presence of so many people in the conference hall, and said shyly, "Boss, I was just joking."

"No! I, Ellen, never like to joke. Didn't you say that you like to be among women, and your biggest dream is to die of exhaustion in bed? This time... I have found a big task for you."

Allen raised one eyebrow, matching the scar on the corner of his eye, and looked a little sinister when he smiled.

The old donkey looked at Alan's expression and shook his body suddenly, feeling a little ominous.

Before he could refuse, the male servant handed Alan a pointer, signaling that the slideshow was ready.

"Okay! Look here, I've called you all over today, I'm going to explain to you my latest plan first, unify my thoughts first, and then assign tasks!"

The pointer was knocked on the curtain by Allen, and the shaking curtain did not hinder the projection content on it.

The top row on the projection should be the name of the plan - Black Duck Sales Plan.

???

Just looking at the name, everyone here is at a loss. What is the Earl doing?
Sell ​​ducks?
Entering the food industry?

Butler Huth watched his young master work hard these days. Apart from receiving a few guests, he stayed in the study for the past few days to make a plan, which he hadn't even read.

But the young master's attitude is at least good, work hard and make progress!
Standing cheerfully at the door of the meeting room, Hut suddenly frowned slightly as he watched the project name on the projection, feeling a little bewildered.

Look down the curtain.

"Promoting the emotional and physical problems of millions of middle-aged and elderly women and widows in the UK, and the African Gambia Tourism Economic Support Project"

What is this stuff?
What the hell is this?

Huth's hands began to tremble unconsciously.

(End of this chapter)