British 1986

"Hi!"

In his desperation, Masahiro Masahiro even spoke his native language. Allen looked at him as if he wished he could kneel down and kowtow to him on the spot.

"Okay, let's get the information."

After explaining the matter, Allen waved his hand and started to chase people away.

When the power between the two parties is completely unequal, you can be more flexible when negotiating business.

When discussing business with Sony, Allen at least showed some superficiality.

But there is no need to cooperate with such a small civilian family that has not yet developed.

He just asked for it, how dare they not give it to him?

you try.

Now Zhengyuan Changlong is a wise man. As long as he understands the benefits of his capital injection, when the time comes to talk about business, someone from his family will come over and take the initiative to talk to Allen.

When the time comes to negotiate terms, aren’t you just going to do whatever you want?

If you have a good attitude, just press down on the shares and act like a kind-hearted aristocratic lord. This will be a reward for their family's hard work.

Even if the general operation model of Salia is investigated clearly, why doesn't Allen just imitate their model directly, but inject capital into them first?

Because what he lacks now is not a model, but talent!

They have nearly a hundred chain stores, and even if one only has two employees, these experienced people can help Allen expand hundreds of quasi-store managers with theoretical experience in a short period of time.

With all this experience, how many detours will he have to make?

These talents are what Allen cares about most. Most of them are islanders. Can they be forcibly kidnapped from the island country and brought to Wales with strong methods?

How tiring that is.

As long as he injects money into Salia, he only needs to talk, can't these people just work for him in the name of teaching abroad, receive high subsidies from Master Allen, and work for him without any worries?

This method is so gentle and can still make money.

It's the people who are valuable, not their Salia's shop.

Allen is greedy for these experienced people, not their chain stores.

In Cardiff, Wales, in February, the weather was seven or eight degrees above zero, with a slightly chilly sea breeze blowing. The climate had begun to get warmer.

Cardiff Queen Street Station, also known as Queen Street Station.

This is the second busiest railway station after the central railway station.

Of course, this busyness refers to the local railway station in Cardiff, a small city with a population of about 200,000 people. Their busyness may be slightly different from the busyness that ordinary people think of.

As soon as Bert Millidge got off the train, he looked at this old-fashioned railway station that was opened in 1840. It has a strong historical atmosphere.

The entire train station is an old-fashioned building, with bricks forming each platform.

The secretary and business staff behind him picked up their luggage and walked forward along the station.

When passing by the ninth platform, a woman wearing a scarf was holding a sketchbook, standing under the ninth platform, writing and drawing on the platform pillars.

Bert Milledge's eyes were a little dazzled. He pushed up his glasses and watched the woman draw a circle on the pillar and write strange numbers on it.

Nine and three quarters.

"Hey, weird Welsh people, what are you doing? They are so poor that they have to divide a platform into several parts for use?"

Bert Millich turned to complain to his secretary. As he approached the exit, he saw a few bodyguards holding a sign with his name on it. Bert Millich quickly put on a gentle smile.

After meeting the bodyguards who were picking him up, Bert Millich patted his clothes nervously, then took the small mirror handed over by his secretary, and carefully looked at his face to see if there was anything that had not been cleaned up. Finally, He smoothed his Mediterranean hairstyle with his right hand again, then took a few deep breaths and said, "Okay. Where is Sir Hut? You must have been waiting for a long time. Take me there quickly."

Today, at the invitation of Sir Huth, steward of the Earl of Carmarthen in Wales, the chairman of the British Football Association, Bert Millich, specially brought his team to visit.

Bert Millidge didn't know what the other party was looking for. He only said that he wanted to meet, convey the young earl's thoughts, and discuss business with him.

Whether it was business or not, Bert Millidge no longer cared, but as the chairman of the Football Association, what he cared about most was that this was an invitation from an earl!

Although you may not be able to see the earl during this trip, it would be great to see Sir Hut!

Externally, the Football Association, which is hated by all English League One teams, can be said to be the supreme existence.

But in the eyes of some people, the FA is just a small department that comes and goes when called upon.

This kind of semi-private organization has no rights in theory. All their rights are limited to the field of football, and there are also regional restrictions.

Their jurisdiction is limited to England and Wales.

Scotland and Northern Ireland are not under their control.

As an old man over fifty years old, the FA chairman Bert Milledge, who was called to the office by Thatcher last year and scolded in the face, said that Earl Allen was so high up that he could never touch him in his dreams. The presence.

Even though he could sometimes meet members of the royal family, the distance between these traditional hereditary nobles and people like him was still too far.

Until some time ago, His Excellency the Earl "lashed out" in the House of Lords that old woman who was hated by Bert Millidge.

This makes Bert Millich take out his newspaper collection and read it every day in order to work well.

It’s so refreshing, it relieves my anger!

Finally, a noble man stood up and denounced this old lady.

Now, your Excellency's butler actually invited them to meet in Wales for the first time.

As soon as he heard the news and confirmed it again and again, Bert Millidge immediately booked the nearest train ticket, took a few of his confidants with him, and came to Wales without stopping.

Don't ask them why they don't fly.

You still have to wait for the plane, and it’s a waste of time to go to the airport. It’s not as convenient as taking the train, and taking the train is cheaper!

In a luxury hotel in Cardiff, Bert Milledge finally met Sir Huth who was waiting for him.

"Hello, Sir Hut! I'm very happy to see you. How are you?"

The first time Bert Millich saw Huth, he trotted two steps quickly, stretched out his hands and grabbed Huth's right hand, recalling the aristocratic etiquette he had practiced in the past few days in his mind, and said hello first.

Although he is older than Hut, it's not surprising that there are so many people in Lili. You can't ask if the weather is good, right?

That's too stupid.

The Earl dared to reprimand Thatcher in public in the House of Lords just because he didn't salute him. This means that the Earl cares very much about these etiquette issues. This is a very traditional and old-fashioned aristocratic thought.

Such noble masters and their housekeepers must have the same character as them.

Therefore, Bert Millich gave Huth a severe shock in terms of etiquette as soon as they met.

Very standard. You, the chairman of the Football Association, have a wide range of knowledge, right?

"Sit down and talk."

Huth acted a little coldly. He had been promoted to the Jazz for a few years, and his mentality was not like when he first met Patrice. He wanted to tell everyone that he was a Jazz.

Hu Te is now somewhat famous under certain circumstances. Everyone knows that this traditional old butler is a very gentleman and a very traditional aristocratic jazz butler.

Bert Millich didn't care about Huth's attitude, as long as he could speak, it was normal to be arrogant, that's what he was like!

He asked his secretary to take out his notebook and pen, as if he was going to take it seriously.

Huth looked at Bert Millich's style, nodded with satisfaction and said: "Some time ago, my master had certain plans for this year's World Cup. Your Highness asked my master to supervise some of the arrangements for our England men's football team to go to the World Cup. Matters, do you know this?”

In front of outsiders or strangers, Hu Te would not call Allen by his first name. That was something a country bumpkin who didn't understand the rules would do. He would only say "my master", which was referring to Allen.

And Bert Millidge knew what he meant.

"Sir, I know the news, but His Excellency the Earl has not contacted us. We really don't know whether we should take the initiative to disturb you."

In every major sports event, the royal family will send someone to supervise the battle. This is not to let these nobles manage the entire team. The purpose is to plate gold, which is just a name. It doesn't matter whether they do the work or not.

Just like the 1988 Seoul Olympics, Allen went for gold plating, but that gold plating failed.

Now Boss Cha has finally found an opportunity. There is a World Cup this year, and Allen is just about to be involved. In the name of a royal special agent, Allen, the earl, is responsible for supervising the war.

As the chairman of the Football Association, Bert Milledge knew about this matter. I thought that your Excellency would only go to watch a football match by then. Who knew that being invited here today might be related to this matter?

Huth clapped his hands gently, and the servant outside the door came in with a list and gently placed it in front of Bert Millich.

After looking at the list and then at Huth, Bert Millich saw Huth indicating that he should look at the list first.

Pick up the list on the table.

There are all kinds of supplies here and there, ranging from socks, underwear, uniforms, and all kinds of food and drink.

Each item is thoughtfully labeled with information such as brand, place of production, etc.

Looking at these things, Bert Millich realized a little bit. Do you want to sponsor the World Cup?

"Sir, these"

Bert Milledge pretended not to understand and spoke with a puzzled look on his face.

"Haha. This is my master's sponsorship plan for the England team! Do you think it's okay?"

Huth had never done this kind of sponsorship work before. He only remembered that when he was young, he followed the old count and sponsored some kind of rural cattle racing competition in the countryside.

This was the only sponsorship experience in his life.

But if you don’t have experience or don’t understand, it doesn’t matter. Just use the title of young master and just invite the chairman of the Football Association to come over!

Didn’t the young master often say that professional matters should be left to professionals?

Since he wants to sponsor the England team, the chairman of the Football Association should know these things, right?

"Ah this"

Bert Millidge was a little speechless. Sponsoring him was certainly welcome, but the competition was only a few months away.

"What's wrong? Isn't it possible?"

Huth looked at Bert Millich, who looked hesitant, with some doubts.

Bert Millidge secretly complained that some of these sponsorships had been confirmed years ago, and they are only talking about sponsorship now.

It's not that we can't handle this flexibly. We in Great Britain are most particular about humaneness and sophistication. Can the sponsorship from a noble nobleman be compared with those ordinary enterprises?

When can they not sponsor ordinary companies?

Let the noble lord come first, and we will talk about the rest later!

"No, no, no! Very good. Thank you, Your Majesty the Earl, for your strong support to the empire's sports industry! These things."

Bert Millidge nodded with certainty. These sponsorships are OK, they must be OK, and if they are not OK, they must be OK!

"Don't worry, these things are all my master's property. Each of them has a royal certification. If you look back, some of the foods we provide are even pure green organic foods produced by His Highness's farm."

Listening to Huth's explanation, Bert Millich was slightly shocked.

All have royal warrants?

Are you kidding me?

Bert Millich, who did not believe in evil, carefully flipped through the detailed introduction.

really

Damn it, Fuck, this is too grand!

For example, this kind of ordinary socks, the product name is Corgi socks, was certified by the Queen a few years ago. Later, for unknown reasons, the certification was not renewed, but recently it was certified by the Crown Prince.

this.

Although it is a new certification, in theory, this is a royal certification.

In addition to these items, other items include, but are not limited to, old-fashioned razors, and even suits, blankets, water glasses, and other miscellaneous items, all of which have royal certification.

Looking at the list of these expensive goods, Bert Milledge, the chairman of the Football Association, even doubted life for a moment.

Are those rough football players worthy of using these things?

Wild boar can't eat fine chaff!

But everyone has already taken it out, so I can’t do it without it!

Is this the most luxurious sponsorship the England men's football team has received in recent decades?

All-round luxury, the reputation alone is quite intimidating!

Have you heard that the entire body, including underwear, is certified by the royal family?

Is this upstart behavior?

When players tackle a ball, they have to use the clothes iron they carry with them to iron the edges of their uniforms.

"Don't feel any psychological pressure. As a participating team in the World Cup, my master also wants them to show the world our British image in a better spirit and advertise our products. Do you understand?"

Huth smiled and comforted Burt Millich, who seemed to be shocked.

"Yes, I understand it very much. Thank you, His Excellency the Earl and Sir, for their help in our sports career!"

Bert Milledge nodded honestly, with a very moved expression on his face.

"Yeah! My master is also the supervisor of the team's World Cup campaign. This is what it should be."

"Yes Yes Yes"

Seeing that the cooperation talks went so smoothly, Hu Te was in a good mood. He didn't expect commercial sponsorship to be so simple.

He stood up, clapped his hands and called the servant and said: "Get ready to serve the food. You have worked hard all the way. Now that the business part has been discussed, let's have a good time in Wales for a few days!"

"How can this be so embarrassing?!"

Bert Milledge quickly stood up and said excused.

"Haha, this is what my master told me to do. Don't worry, you can have a good time here for a few days. By the way, I also want to introduce someone to you."