King of Capital

People appeared on the yacht again, the service staff were busy cleaning up, and the sailors were mooring the boat in the port.

A Bentley had been parked at the dock waiting for a long time. Xie Jingxing's renewed British driver's license had not expired yet. Yuan Jin stretched out her long legs and squeezed into the narrow back space, leaving the passenger seat for Zhou Fenglan.

According to the captain and the driver, Southampton was frozen in the 1980s and 1990s, so the southernmost island in England where they were now was like the 1960s and 1970s.

As a popular tourist destination, the most convenient means of transportation on the Isle of Wight is actually the island bus pass.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, shops on both sides of the road began to close. The living areas on the island were exceptionally quiet, with only a few locals to be seen. The seaside commercial and tourist district was bustling with tourists.

While driving the car that was brought to the island by ferry in advance and wandering around aimlessly, Xie Jingxing finally became convinced of the so-called sense of oldness through what he saw and heard today when he found a vinyl record of the punk rock band "Pink Floyd" on the shelf of a video store.

"Not bad, we went into the second half with a 2-0 lead and sent those Newcastle bastards home to their mothers~"

"Drink less, let's see if you drink enough."

"I didn't buy any more drinks. The Chinese restaurant on the street has a delivery service. I'll treat you today!"

"I mean, what if you drink yourself to death?"

"Old ghost, shut up, you are not a loyal Saints fan at all. This season we are striving for the best record in team history. Shouldn't we drink to celebrate?"

A bald white man with a beard was sitting at the door of the video store, holding a beer in his hand, lazily crossing his feet and swearing. His old friend with dark skin and a red nose beside him also responded with swear words.

As they spoke, they raised their voices, and just as they were attracting the attention of all the customers in the store, they suddenly made faces and laughed out loud at the same time.

"Southampton vs. Newcastle, do you want to watch it together?"

The bald old white man waved his hand, and a pair of punk leather boots inlaid with rhinestone chains on his feet swayed and sparkled.

"hooligans."

The young boy smiled politely, used the shelf of the display cabinet to cover his eyes while mumbling a word, and left hand in hand with his girlfriend.

Xie Jingxing couldn't help laughing secretly as he watched from the sidelines. Zhou Fenglan came over with two Monroe posters in her hands and whispered what was going on.

"Football hooligans, the kids are not used to it." He blinked.

Zhou Fenglan pouted in mock dissatisfaction. When they were young, the big football news they watched were all about stadium collapses, fires, riots, etc. Simple fights between fans were not even a part of the news.

Due to England's industrial background, the football hooligan culture of the bearded shop owner's generation is particularly prevalent. They often drink horse urine and go to the streets to smash and destroy things when they lose a game. They still smash and destroy things when they win to celebrate...

It can be said to be one of the three major local specialties along with fish and chips. Young people nowadays have never experienced it, so naturally they are not interested in it.

But Zhou Fenglan didn't feel like he was that old. It was clearly the bearded shop owner who was living in the past, offending his friends while drinking and then smiling jokingly, showing off his British humor as if he had seen a ghost.

This is no longer popular. It’s better to send a collection of jokes to your WhatsApp friends list.

"Let's go. I don't want to go shopping anymore." Zhou Fenglan suggested leaving without any interest.

Yuan Jin was wearing a loose sweatshirt and slim jeans and squatting in the corner flipping through a stack of rock band albums. She stood up swiftly when she heard the sound. Her smooth black hair was tied into a high ponytail and fluttered in the wind. She looked like a pure and cool female college student.

Zhou Fenglan pursed her lips, and before she could even swallow a few mouthfuls of inexplicable jealousy, she saw Xie Jingxing running to the counter, and she immediately became furious.

Yuan Jin blinked her big innocent eyes and remained silent. The only thing she had done was to hide in the album box. This shouldn't be a cause for anger.

"The nickname of Southampton football team is Saints?" Xie Jingxing leaned over the edge of the counter with his arms to look at the big-butt TV inside and chatted.

The bearded shop owner glanced at him out of the corner of his eye: "You don't follow football?" "Well, I'm trying to follow it." Xie Jingxing responded seriously.

"Southampton was originally founded by the church and the name of the team has been used for more than a hundred years."

The red-nosed old white man took over the conversation and explained in a friendly manner. He took a sip of beer and continued to show his British humor: "My grandfather is a Saints fan, my father is a Saints fan, so I can only be a Saints fan. But you are different. You are welcome to pay attention to football and like a team."

For the English, the love of football is innate.

——Xie Jingxing imagined what the red-nosed old white man didn’t say. He really lived in the pride of the last century. He thought about it and asked, “As far as I know, there have been frequent transactions between Premier League teams in recent years.”

“…I’m sorry, what exactly do you want to say?” The bearded shop owner looked at him suspiciously.

Xie Jingxing spread his hands to show his honesty: "If I should like a team, do you have any suggestions for me?"

"This joke is not funny at all, we are Saints fans!"

As they were talking, the half-time break ended and the bearded man perfunctorily said he would concentrate on watching the game. The red-nosed boss made an apologetic expression, and Zhou Fenglan walked straight out of the store with Yuan Jin.

Xie Jingxing shrugged helplessly and chased after the two of them.

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First, he dragged his mistress to a corner and touched her all over to make her happy. Then, he took every opportunity to flirt with his lover. The whole afternoon was very pleasant.

After dinner, the three of them left the Bentley to the bodyguard, got on the rented motorcycle, and took a leisurely ride along the coastal highway.

The skyline was covered with sunset glow, and fuel engines were rumbling and emitting a faint exhaust fumes.

Xie Jingxing led the way with Zhou Fenglan in the middle. Yuan Jin followed behind on her favorite orange-red scooter. Looking at the dim sky, she suddenly thought: I almost forgot. Today's chef fee has to be deducted!

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It was almost nine o'clock in the evening. The setting sun dyed the sky and the sea red. The sea breeze ruffled the waves, reflecting the fiery red color that looked like golden scales exploding.

It was a rare good day to be able to see such magnificent scenery. Xie Jingxing stepped into the large bathtub on the top deck of the yacht without any unnecessary movements. He just admired the scenery in front of him while taking a bath.

"I want to buy a Premier League team." The fiery red sunset shone on his resolute face, solemn and dignified.

Zhou Fenglan leaned over and sipped the hot red wine: "Because of those two football hooligans?"

"I have been a Saints fan for a long time. Our team is striving for the best results in the history of the season. I will bring Kante, the greatest active defensive midfielder in Southampton, to bring vitality to this old and ancient town and bring the first Premier League championship trophy!"

Thanks to Aunt Jie Qing's education, Xie Jingxing has a standard British aristocratic PR accent and delivered his speech in a sonorous and powerful voice.

Zhou Fenglan chuckled: "What if this team is not sold to you?"

"You know, I've been watching Premier League games since I was a kid and I know every team by heart."

Xie Jingxing changed his tone and lied without blushing or beating his heart. Zhou Fenglan wanted to make a few jokes, but he opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

I put my arms around his waist and leaned into him, looking at the setting sun in the sky with a lost look on my face.

The group's financing is a foregone conclusion and there is no help, so the next step is to go to New York to look for US dollar financing.

Reunions are always too hasty. Xie Jingxing hugged Zhou Fenglan tightly with one hand and stretched out his other hand to gently bring Yuan Jin into his arms. The latter lowered her eyes and smiled shyly. (End of this chapter)