British 1986

Until returning to Wales on the 8th.

The one-week mysterious trip to Iceland ended happily.

Alan returned to Wales exhausted both physically and mentally.

Pain and happiness!

He always felt like something was wrong.

It's obviously his "bachelor party".

But why do I always feel that this girl Eleonora Giorgi is more excited than me?

Whose "bachelor party" is this?

Did I suffer a loss?

They are both Italians. With Monica, Allen is very satisfied, but with Eleonora, although he is also satisfied, Allen always feels that he is at a disadvantage.

The only advantage is that when playing with Eleonora, you can replenish energy at any time, which is more user-friendly!

On January 9, Allen got up early, at around eight o'clock.

Today is the first day of school, and he is taking William and Harry, the three brothers, to school together.

It's hard to think about it. An eldest brother, an earl, took his two younger princes with him to go to school hundreds of miles away from home.

Isn't it very pitiful?

"When you get to school, call me if you need anything. Do you hear me? Don't hit the children randomly."

Alan sat on the far left, William sat on the far right, and Harry, who was sleeping with his eyes narrowed, was sandwiched between them.

"Cousin, didn't you say that in Wales, I can hit whoever I want?"

William raised his chin, and the naughty boy looked dissatisfied.

"Idiot! You won't hide from the teacher and beat them secretly? After beating them, cry first and go to the teacher to complain. Do you hear me? You have to pay attention to your image."

"Yeah! I know, Harry and I have practiced!"

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Alan looked at Harry and saw that there was a red mark on his face, which must have been caused by William.

He reached out and poked Harry and said, "Wake up, we're almost at school. Do you remember what I told you?"

"remember!"

Harry replied subconsciously, half asleep.

Allen took them both to school first, and then asked the driver to take him to school.

Now this car is a very ordinary mass-produced Land Rover, a dark green first-generation Land Rover Discovery with five seats. There is not even a family crest on the car. Allen feels that this is already very low-key!

When he came to school this time, he found a few houses around the school. They usually used them for parking and bodyguards to take a break. There were people on duty at the elementary school and the university.

In addition, he also brought a small film crew over, planning to shoot some food movies when he is free, and then turn it into a documentary.

After hesitating for a long time, Allen finally chose the logistics major under the business school.

This major is of some use to him, whether he is managing a company in the future or recruiting people to work for him, it will be very convenient.

Others may go to college for fun, to learn knowledge, to fall in love, etc.

But Allen went to college mainly to poach people.

The overall strength of Cardiff University's Business School is still very strong, especially its logistics major, which is also ranked high in the industry. The school has even established a professional logistics research institute for this purpose.

A group of veteran experts and professors provide various latest theoretical research support.

There is no awkward opening ceremony, because it has already been held a few days in advance. Allen can just come and join the class. He doesn't even have a fixed class.

He only received some teaching materials. Joel, the admissions director, gave him a course schedule and asked Allen to make his own arrangements. He could take whichever class he wanted.

Wearing a mask, blue jeans, and a trendy jacket with a Union Jack pattern on his top, Allen carried a shoulder bag and wandered to the public classroom according to the school map.

The classroom is quite large, but there are not many people. There are about thirty people sitting here and there. A middle-aged female teacher is sitting on the stage writing with her head down.

"Hai brother!"

A thin white man with curly red hair and freckles on his face saw Allen carrying a shoulder bag, walked straight to him, and took the initiative to whisper hello to Allen.

"Huh"

It had been years since he had felt like this. He was greeted by others everywhere he went. Today, a peer of similar age greeted Allen in this way.

This made Allen feel very fresh.

"You sit inside, I like to sit on the edge."

Allen threw his schoolbag on the table, raised his chin, and subconsciously directed the little curly to sit in and make room for him.

Maybe it was because his aura was too strong. Listening to Allen's extremely hoarse and deep voice, Curly Curly bent over and stood up subconsciously, making way for Allen.

After Allen pressed the spring chair and leaned back on the seat, Little Curly looked at Allen and saw that Allen was sitting down and wearing a mask, and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

This thing.

If you have a cold, it's okay to wear one, but in foreign countries, in fact, in public places, except for celebrities, it is considered very impolite for ordinary people to wear masks, which is a bit secretive.

But looking at Allen's side face and the blond hair, Curly felt more and more familiar, especially the voice just now, thinking about where he had heard it before.

"Brother, who are you?"

Allen pulled down his mask suddenly, smiled at Curly Hair, and quickly pulled up his mask again.

"Oh!!! Fak."

Curly Curly exclaimed and quickly covered his mouth.

"do you know me?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

Allen nodded, looking at Curly's frightened face with satisfaction.

With this reaction, one could tell he was Welsh.

This kind of thing is like a wild dog meeting a lion in the wild.

He was born with bloodline suppression.

When people from other places saw him, their first feeling was surprise, and their second feeling was curiosity.

But only for the Welsh, many ordinary people have heard the legend of his family for generations. When seeing him in reality, most of them first feel scared.

Even if Allen smiles at them, they are afraid.

This is the result of the Hill family for hundreds of years. As long as their family members stop here, they can intimidate most Welsh people without saying anything.

"Your Excellency, I, I, I, did not expect it to be you."

The little curly hair was completely gone as cheerful as before, and his words could not be spoken smoothly.

Allen reached into his schoolbag and took out a small box, threw it directly into Curly's arms and said, "As the first classmate I met, this is a small gift for you."

"ah?"

Little Curly looked at the small box that was accurately thrown into his hand, and was a little confused.

"Thank you, Your Excellency. My name is George Clare. You can just call me George."

"Um"

Allen watched the teacher walk up to the podium and start teaching. Some students who were still lying down were attracted by the teacher's movements and raised their heads.

There was not a single black person in the entire class, but there were several Asian faces.

“George, are these Asians international students?”

"Yes, yes! Er, those two are from the island country, and that one is from the Philippines."

George quietly opened the small box. Inside was a metal badge, which was very delicate.

He recognized the pattern on it. It was the crest of the Hill family. It was slightly hefty when he shook it with his hand. There were words engraved on the back - for Alan Hill's classmates.

It was a very interesting and honorable little gift. Before I could take a closer look, I heard Allen's question and quickly closed the box. George pointed at the three classmates with Asian faces to Ai in a very naughty way. Lun introduced their origins one by one.

“Islanders and Filipinos?”

Allen blinked, the islanders are still forgivable, they are still very rich, but the Filipinos...

Cardiff University seems to be ranked in the dozens in the UK, but the tuition fee is not cheap, nearly 9,000 pounds a year!

This is not cheap even for many locals, let alone Filipinos?

"Does our school give preferential treatment to international students?"

Allen subconsciously thought that this was preferential treatment given by the school, such as scholarships and round-trip travel expenses, not to mention assigning classmates to study with him.

"Preferential treatment? What kind of preferential treatment?"

Allen's question made George stunned. It touched on his knowledge blind spot.

Looking at the confused George, Allen hooked his hand to ask him to get closer, and whispered the so-called preferential treatment conditions that he understood.

"???"

"No, sir. Our school doesn't need it. The tuition for their international students is more expensive than that of local students. How can there be any preferential treatment? Even if it is preferential treatment, shouldn't we give preferential treatment to our own people first? When is it the turn of foreigners like them? "

"Um?"

Allen was stunned, but when he thought about it, there were so many foreigners who wanted to study in Great Britain every year. If all these international students were given preferential treatment, Great Britain would have gone bankrupt long ago.

These international students come not only to study, but also as part of the school’s supplementary financial revenue.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's right."

Although it is understandable that Allen is sometimes given preferential treatment, but understanding is understanding, and it still sounds very uncomfortable!

Just like he used to like to play online games occasionally.

What are the routines of most online games?

If old players bring new players in to play, the new players will receive certain rewards. Returning old players will also receive certain rewards if they play the game again. However, if old players have been playing the game uninterrupted, there will be no gross rewards!

I've been playing games all this time, but it feels like I'm being treated differently. It's so stupid!

But think about it, other game companies also have to recruit new people to expand revenue and influence.

Why.

Just bear with it, there's nothing else you can do.

Allen didn't even take out his books. He listened to two theoretical classes on the history and future prospects of the logistics industry. At noon, he threw his schoolbag to George and asked him to take care of it. Allen would come back to him in the afternoon.

After explaining, Allen put one hand in his pocket and walked slowly outside the school.

The school is small, which has its advantages. It is just like high school. You can walk out of the school just a few steps after class, and there is not even a security guard.

At the low-key gate of Cardiff University, three dark green Land Rover Discoverys were parked on the curb next to the sidewalk.

Allen walked straight towards the car in the middle, opened the door and got in.

Sitting in the back, Ceylon saw Allen hand over a bottle of delabeled water and said, "Sir, you are finally out. How do you feel about your first day of class?"

Allen took the water, leaned back on the seat, and said calmly: "That's it, I almost want to skip class, it's not interesting."

"Hahaha."

Ceylon covered her mouth and snickered.

Sure enough, no matter how noble a person is, they feel the same about going to school.

"Sir, what should we do at noon? Are we going to shoot today?"

"Let's take pictures. We have to take pictures sooner or later."

Allen glanced around, picked up the pen in Ceylon's hand, and put it on the armrest next to him and turned it around.

Wait for the pen tip to slowly stop and point in one direction.

Allen pointed in the direction of the pen tip and said: "Just go over there! Drive over there and eat whatever you see!"

"ah?"

Ceylon had already made preparations, and several well-known restaurants had also prepared advance plans. Unexpectedly, Allen pointed in a direction so casually.

"Of course there is a lot of randomness in ordinary people eating takeout. I know you are well prepared, but for places that are too high-end, we will intersperse shooting and also shoot some places where ordinary people often eat."

Allen closed his eyes and motioned to the driver to drive.

At the entrance of Lucky Supermarket, three Land Rovers parked slowly, and several photographers wearing vests got out of the cars with equipment.

Following the direction Allen pointed, the most conspicuous thing here is this supermarket.

It's not a restaurant, it's a supermarket.

But it doesn’t matter much. Many people go to places like this to eat.

If you look at it with Eastern thinking, when it comes to eating, no matter how bad the environment is, it must at least be a fly house.

But in the West, many people just buy some ready-made meals in the supermarket and they can make a meal!

rapid pace of life!

Although the overall pace of life in Wales is slow, for office workers, they don’t know how to cook for themselves, which is a waste of time, and many people don’t know how to cook either.

Just buy some bread, sandwiches, etc. in the supermarket and have a meal.

The current Lucky Supermarket is a little better. On the right side of the entrance, next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, there are three four-seater fast food tables, along with a water dispenser and a microwave.

This is good because it makes it easier for people who want to eat hot food to heat it themselves.

The boss was a fat little old man, wearing a bright red plaid shirt. He was lying on a rocking chair and reading a newspaper. He was startled by the sudden entry of a dozen people with cameras in their hands.

He thought it was some TV station coming to interview.

The boss stood up awkwardly and wanted to pack his clothes, but seeing that the camera was already pointed at him, the boss quickly showed a naive smile and said: "Welcome, my friends, you."

"Boss, it's like this. We are filming a documentary, a food show. Have you ever seen this kind of thing?"

Ceylon put his hands in front of him and took the initiative to contact the boss.

"Have seen it!"

The boss looked at his small supermarket and blinked. He still didn't quite understand what these people were planning to do. How could his place be related to delicious food?

Ceylon glanced at the wall behind the counter. There were price lists for some drinks, including coffee and black tea. There were also some drinks in the cabinet next to it. A sign prohibiting drinking by minors was placed in the most conspicuous place.

Allen wandered around the counter and finally moved to the fresh-keeping area.

The variety is not too rich, including vegetable sandwiches, pre-made burgers, and even pre-made fries, which you can ask the boss to heat up.

Allen, who had never eaten like this before, pulled a crew member who had been following him and said, "Well, how do ordinary people eat?"