England 1986

Chapter 9 Young master, if you really can't do it, just do it.
Xiao Shitou looked at his young master's busy back, his eyes were slightly red.

The second young master of the dignified Hill family, apart from serving in the navy, has he ever suffered such hardships at other times?
Even the musicians playing music before going to bed are gone!
Although the second young master is not particularly loved by the old earl, but
The young master has been spending on food and clothing since he was a child, but he is no worse than the eldest master!

Although since the young master was 13 years old, the young master has added some small requirements.

But these small requirements, in the eyes of Xiaoshi, are insignificant!
For example, the young master never drinks the water at home, but only drinks natural mineral water imported from France.

But what is this?
For the Hill family, this is really a very simple and insignificant request. As for some other gadgets, they are even more insignificant!

It's the second young master who lives in poverty like this, and now he...
For this family, I have broken my heart!

On Xiao Shitou's rough face, there was a rare tangled expression. After thinking for a long time, he hesitated, and then said softly: "Master, I know you are troubled by the inheritance tax, and I can't help you, or else... If it doesn’t work, you can just pick the daughter of a wealthy American businessman and marry her back, and let them give you more dowry, so you don’t have to work as hard as you are now.”

Allen, who had just turned around, looked at Xiao Shitou's ugly wrinkled face and his tiger-wolf words, and his hands trembled unconsciously.

"What nonsense! Let me marry an American redneck? Our Hill family will be the laughing stock of the whole United Kingdom from now on!"

Following Allen's scolding, Xiao Shi shrank his neck.

He doesn't quite understand the twists and turns, but
I didn't expect anything like this at all.

Now, as expected, he was scolded by the young master.

In the eyes of Britain in this era, and even the common people of Britain, the United States?
Isn't that the backcountry countryside?

There are country bumpkins who smell of copper, and they have nothing but money in their eyes.

They are barbaric, ignorant, and have no cultural background. To say that they are nouveau riche is the best compliment to them!
In the eyes of people from other backward countries, the rich American businessmen who are high above the top will naturally want to put a high-end coat on their so-called "family" after they have made money.

but.
Due to historical reasons, those people who crossed the Atlantic to develop in the Americas were all low-level nobles who were born as low-level civilians or went bankrupt.

As for the descendants of this group of people, what kind of ancestors can they have?
In this way, Americans have always been looked down upon by the British.

A few years ago, a few rich American businessmen who paid a lot of money gave their daughters to some low-level and down-and-out aristocrats in Great Britain as wives, and the two parties formed a marriage.

Such a trivial matter, was actually shown off by those shameless wealthy American businessmen in their country, and even made into a movie!
They have climbed the high branches, and they will be relatives of the nobles in the future!
Ridiculous?
Although those few low-level nobles got a considerable amount of dowry, they couldn't get along in the Great Britain anymore, and became the laughing stock of the British aristocratic circle!
Simply put, it was just a few low-level nobles who couldn't get along. Later, there were fewer people talking about this kind of thing.

Now that Xiao Shitou talked about this, Alan became anxious immediately.

He is a dignified hereditary earl of Great Britain!

To marry the daughter of an American businessman?

Do they match?

Asking their daughters to be Alan's maids, Alan even disliked the smell of copper on their bodies!
Although such a cognition seems a bit weird or unbelievable, this is the value that Allen has really been influenced by his family in the past few years.

This is how the aristocratic circle of Great Britain perceives wealthy American businessmen in this way.

Think about them, a person with a lower British title on his body, who is basically not considered an aristocrat in Allen's view, is actually a celebrity in the upper class of the United States.

This.
In terms of traditional background, the gap between the two sides is really too big.

Looking down on them has become inevitable. Except for some financial contacts, at other times, wealthy American businessmen are naturally despised by the British aristocrats --- country bumpkins and barbarians.

"Okay! The inheritance tax at home is not something you should worry about. You should go to check those two Bentleys early tomorrow morning. Make sure that you don't miss a single bit of it from the inside to the outside! I will Going to Swansea."

"Master! You mean, there is something wrong with our car?"

Xiao Shitou's voice rose in an instant, and the maid who had just entered the bedroom was taken aback by the tea in her hand.

"Put it on the table, close the door and go out."

Allen waved his hand.

"Master, take it easy!"

The maid aunt nodded, put down the scented tea gently, stepped back slowly, and finally closed the bedroom door.

Little Shitou covered his mouth with two hands as big as cattail fans, and said in a muffled voice, "I'll do it now!"

"What's the rush! I won't be leaving until the day after tomorrow, so you can do it now. You've been staying in the car for such a long time?"

"Yes, yes, I understand. I'll go tomorrow morning!"

"Then young master, let's go out this time, shall we bring heavy weapons?"

Little Stone blinked and said.

"Take a fart! Why don't you drive a tank! Fuck, just bring a pistol. By the way, you go to the police station tomorrow and ask Rex to bring a few people to accompany me. Okay, go as I said do it!"

Allen had a headache, and Xiaoshi's temper was also a little irritable, so he waved his hand to let him go back to rest first.

On the day that they agreed to meet with the Korean businessman, just after noon, the gate of the Hill family's manor, the black iron gate slowly opened.

Two Bentleys filed out. The old concierge was a grey-haired, stooped white man. He frowned as he watched the two Bentleys that were slowly going away and were stopped again.

Shrugging his nose, he didn't rush to close the door, turned around and walked back.

"Alan Hill! Nice to meet you, the future Earl of Carmarthen! I am Hutt George, from the Department of Noble Affairs, this is."

Wearing a light blue suit decorated with bright lines, blond hair with a thick layer of hairspray, combed back into a big bone, about 30 years old, a member of the Noble Affairs Department, standing in the middle of the road and blocking The Bentley car, speaking loudly, followed his finger movements, pointing to a fat middle-aged man standing behind him, ready to introduce.

"Shut up, idiot! Who told you to stand in the middle of the road and stop the car? If you disturb my young master, I will kill you!"

Xiaoshi drove the car himself, and Allen sat in the back row. Xiaoshi in the driver's seat pressed the window, and the glass only fell halfway, and he yelled loudly towards the outside of the car.

Hurt George frowned slightly at the scolding, bent down, and glanced at the driver, that is, Little Stone.

With a sneer on his face, he continued: "It's really not easy to see His Excellency the quasi-earl once, and there is nothing we can do, please forgive me."

　What about my favorites?What about investing?What about recommended tickets?What about popularity?
　　Why am I so cold?
　　Ah. I'm a duckling who's been on the street.

　　


(End of this chapter)