British 1986

After checking around, the pleased Allen picked up the phone in the car and called Hu Te's landline.

"Hello? It's me."

"What's the matter? Master?"

"Is Patrice home?"

"Here I am."

"Okay! Call Patrice and prepare the horse. I will go back in half an hour. When I go back, you can accompany me for a walk!"

After Allen finished speaking, he was about to hang up the phone when he suddenly remembered something and added: "By the way, ask the kitchen to make me some big tonic soup and drink it after I ride back."

On the other end of the phone, Hu Te heard that the young master seemed to be in a good mood today and actually wanted to go out for a horse ride. This was a good thing. He quickly agreed, put down the phone, called the servants, and asked them to send a message to the kitchen and prepare quickly.

He called the grooms again and asked them to prepare their horses. Then he notified the bodyguards who were staying at home and sent a few people to quickly ride motorcycles out to explore the road.

Although nobles do not need to be too squeamish when traveling on horseback, what should they do if there is a big rock or a small hole on the road and the young master falls?

So at this time, you have to send bodyguards on motorcycles to explore the road first, and drive away any small animals that may be around, so as not to startle the horse.

In addition to these, if the young master becomes thirsty or hungry on the way, he must prepare something to eat and drink. Although Allen did not explain where he was going for this horseback riding walk or how long he would go for, Hu Te had to take care of all these things that should be worried about. consider.

Allen made this call on the road, and the manor became busy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's holiday time now. William and Harry followed Alan back to Highgrove Manor yesterday. They can play at home for a few days, and Alan will be free these days.

As soon as the convoy arrived home, dozens of servants had been waiting in front of the hall for a long time. A security truck carrying all kinds of food and drinks was parked at the gate of the manor, waiting for Allen to set off.

Without changing his clothes, Allen took the helmet, knee pads, and elbow pads from Huth, then took the shotgun and put it on his back.

Xiao Huang saw so many people busy and had already followed them out to watch the fun.

Now I saw Allen riding a horse, preparing to go out, his paws scratching the ground anxiously.

The sound of paws clicking against the ground is very fun.

After looking at the impatient Xiao Huang, Allen smiled and said, "You silly bird, come up here!"

Patting Xiao Huang's special spot in front of the saddle, he saw Xiao Huang flash his wings twice, take off on the spot, and jump directly onto the saddle.

The big head looked up at Allen, and gently pecked Allen's belt twice with his mouth.

"Let's go west!"

Allen looked at Patrice, then at Huth, shouted, shook the reins, and the horse trotted towards the gate.

"Quickly, notify the security vehicle to set off, heading west!"

Before Hu Te left, he did not forget to tell the other servants to follow him quickly. Dozens of servants chased Allen in the direction of Allen.

As soon as I walked out of the gate, I saw the asphalt road. To be honest, it was a bit tiring to run on this kind of road, but the dull sound of horseshoes hitting the road was very pleasant to my ears.

Allen didn't ride too fast, so he shook the reins gently. This meant that the horses could move at their most comfortable pace.

The black horse sitting down is an old horse, very docile. Hearing Allen's instructions, he raised his head and took small steps. As he walked, he didn't forget to look at both sides of the road and sniff. The old horse seemed to enjoy the fragrance of flowers and grass. Perhaps he felt Allen's mood, and his pace was extremely brisk.

Huth and Patrice followed Allen side by side not far away. Patrice wanted to catch up, but Huth stopped him with a riding crop.

Looking at Patrice's confused gaze, Hu Te smiled and explained: "The young master rarely rides so relaxedly. Let's not disturb him if we fall behind. When the young master needs to ask questions, we can catch up."

Pressing his left hand on the front of the saddle, Allen sometimes accelerated and sprinted for hundreds of meters, and sometimes slowed down, letting the horse bump forward, all the way to the west. After running for less than half an hour, he was just shy of the construction site of the new manor. Not far away, you can already see the large mound of soil dug out and piled next to it in the distance.

He pulled the reins and signaled the old horse to turn and walk towards the creek to the north.

In the distance, before reaching the creek, a whooper swan with a black beak, its wings spread out and menacingly blocked the creek. It seemed that it didn't want the old horse to go to the creek.

Allen was slightly stunned when he saw this swan.

Damn it, this beast dares to block the road next to my own house?

After rubbing Xiao Huang's bird head, Allen picked up Xiao Huang, forced the somewhat lazy Xiao Huang to turn around, and pointed out the big swan to him.

"Go, kill it, and have dinner tonight."

Even though the big swan is bigger than the two little yellows, its combat power is hard to say.

It's a little better during the day, but there is a reason why snowy owls are called large birds of prey.

Let’s not talk about anything else, let’s talk about Xiao Huang’s claws.

The hard, hook-like claws on the front are three to four centimeters long, as long as a child's fingers.

In addition, this thing flies silently and is best at sneak attacks. Even if it can't be beaten head-on, the Snowy Owl is very vindictive. If it can't be beaten during the day, it will come at night unless it can't sleep!

The darker the sky, the stronger the combat effectiveness.

Think about that scene, in the middle of the night, suddenly a big white fat man rushes towards you with an impact of nearly 100 kilometers per hour and grabs you. Who can bear this?

Not to mention the swan, all the sheep in the family were played to death by this guy. Within three to five kilometers around Allen Manor, there was not a single larger animal that had not been bullied by Xiao Huang.

The swan today was probably new and ignorant. When he saw the green grass and green water beside the creek, the environment was good, and there were no animals around, he took this place.

April and May every year is the breeding season of swans. During this period, swans like to build nests by the water, lay eggs, hatch and raise young birds.

Xiao Huang's head was pressed by Allen, and he stared blankly at the big swan, and then his big yellow eyes widened instantly.

This is its territory. After living around here for so many years, how long has it been since you saw an alien bird dare to challenge you?

As soon as Allen let go, Xiao Huang made a swish sound, suddenly flashed his wings and flew into the sky. With the camouflage color of its feathers, it didn't take long to see where it was flying.

Hu Te and Patrice followed Allen and watched him stop his horse not far from the stream. Then they caught the horse's belly and followed him. They happened to see Allen directing Xiao Huang to find trouble with the whooper swan.

Patrice looked at Allen speechlessly, and then looked at Hu Te who was not surprised.

Whooper swans are protected animals no matter where they are. They are often seen along the Thames River, especially in London parks, where there are more of them.

Because of the protection, the whooper swans over in London, especially the ones in the park, every whooper swan is like a bully.

Ordinary pedestrians pass by them, and if you don't throw them some bread or other food, these bullies will dare to chase people and peck them, which is very arrogant.

but.

When they arrived in Carmarthen, no one cared about them here. The man in front of him was responsible for protecting these animals, but he was guarding himself and no one could see him, so no one could do anything about him.

Patrice has never eaten swan since she was a child.

Just when I thought of this, I saw the big swan opposite with its wings spread out and menacingly. Before I could look back, there was a sharp click, and the swan's head suddenly tilted to an extremely weird angle. The menacing momentum just now disappeared in an instant. No more, he staggered forward two steps, fell to the ground with a plop, twitched twice and stopped moving.

Only then did Patrice see clearly that it was the owl raised by the young master. It had just swooped down from the sky, as if giving a blow to the whooper swan.

Just like that, the whooper swan's neck was broken. When the whooper swan on the ground stopped moving, Xiao Huang slowly flew to the whooper swan and pecked it a few more times with his beak to test the whooper swan to make sure that it was really not moving. , just swaying, shouting and shaking towards Allen as if to take credit.

"Hahaha, good job!"

This whooper swan weighed ten or twenty pounds by visual inspection. Xiao Huang would definitely not be able to pull it, so he could only stand next to the prey and call Allen.

After being a foodie for such a long time, he was finally able to help the family with food. Allen was in a good mood, jumped off his horse, turned around and waved to Huth and Patrice behind him.

"Have someone build a bonfire nearby and help me bake it!"

Allen sat on the grass, took off his shoes and socks, and walked barefoot to the stream. The cool stream flowed beside his feet, which felt very good.

"Master, what would you like to drink?"

"Sprite, where are the cigarettes? Bring them to me!"

Allen didn't mind being dirty, so he just sat on a small stone by the stream, stepped on the water, and waited for Hu Te to come back with what Allen wanted.

Allen lit a cigarette, pointed to the manor in the distance and asked, "How is the construction schedule going?"

This is his new home, and Allen is quite concerned about it.

"Over there, the underground storage room is being dug. The scale you want is relatively large, and it will probably take some time to dig."

Huth pointed to the place where large mounds of soil were piled up in the distance and introduced it to Allen.

In the basement of the new home, Allen asked that the delivery truck could be driven directly into it.

It's better to say it's an underground storage room than an underground parking lot plus a basement.

Just think about how deep this needs to be dug.

Six large excavators have been digging for more than a week. It's not that we can't add more excavators, but if there are too many excavators standing below, they will not be able to operate.

"Um!"

Allen nodded with satisfaction. Now the old manor at home is almost full of things.

He is a bit of a miser, and he is reluctant to throw away those old weapons and equipment. They have been painstakingly collected by the old earls of the past generations, and every bullet is the hard work of the Hill family.

Allen is also planning to bring back some fun things in the future. For example, if there is a new model now, what is it called? It seems to be called Challenger, that's probably the name anyway.

Allen thought that tank was quite handsome, and planned to get one back in the future and keep it at home as a toy.

How can these big guys be stored in a large underground warehouse?

"That's right, Patrice!"

Upon hearing Allen's call, Patrice, who was staring at the big fat bird Xiao Huang in a daze, quickly responded, jogged two steps, walked behind Allen and said, "Master, I'm here."

"Has all the money in Australia been received?"

The contract was signed with Salia a few days ago, and Allen still wants to provide them with beef. He has kept his promise. Taking advantage of his good mood today and Patrice being at home, he asked the Australian side. follow-up.

"Ah, all the matters over there were taken care of last month. I've submitted a work report to you."

Patrice was a little confused by the question. He had already handed in the work report. Why did the young master still ask?

Unexpectedly, not only did Allen feel embarrassed by these words, but Hu Te, who was standing next to him, subconsciously took a few steps away from Patrice.

The work report has been handed in, but didn’t the people reading the report go to Italy to bring glory to the country?

Now that I ask, is this still unclear?

This proves that the young master has not read those documents in the past two days.

You, Patrice, are so brave. You exposed the young master’s laziness in just one sentence. Just wait for your death!

Allen's smile was a little stiff. Damn it, if you hand over the work report, I can't ask any more questions?

Isn’t that why we haven’t had time to see it yet?

Allen narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Patrice expressionlessly.

Looking at Allen's expression, Patrice also came back a little bit.

After swallowing his saliva and looking at the caring look on Hu Te's face next to him, Patrice panicked a little and said something wise in a hurry.

"Master! I suddenly remembered that the work report I wrote was a bit sloppy and it was my fault. I will repeat it to you again and you can correct it."

"Uh-huh"

Allen raised his eyebrows. That's right. It's not me who has a problem, it's your work attitude that has a problem!

"speak!"

"Why"

Patrice rubbed his hands, thought about the contents of the work report, and began to retell it to Allen.

In the Northern Territory of Australia, Allen invested in a small and medium-sized steel factory, as well as a cannery, a tinplate factory, a slaughterhouse, etc.

These were inspected last year.

But the doorway here is not as simple as investors investing in it and people selling you things.

That is the model of an ordinary businessman. Can a nobleman do business in the same way as an ordinary businessman?

For example, if Allen purchases beef in the Northern Territory, the Australian Governor will, in an official name, formulate rules so that the natives must sell to the buyer established by Allen.

Not selling?

If you don't sell your cow, it will rot at home.

Not only must it be sold to his family, but the price must be kept to the lowest.

Originally, cattle in the hands of natives were cheaper than cattle in other parts of Australia. Now that the price has been further reduced, it is even cheaper.

But there is still room for maneuver.

The natives sell their cattle cheaply, so they must feel uncomfortable, right?

Doesn't this give the Governor's Mansion an opportunity?

Agricultural subsidies have now come out, and the funds are earmarked and handed over to the Aboriginal Progress Association, which provides some subsidies to the Aboriginal people in the name of the government.

Two by two and one added up, in the end they even made more money than they used to sell beef.

In the end, the natives made money, of course they were happy, and the price of beef received by Allen was low.

As for the Governor's Mansion, do you think they lost money?

Who told you that you can’t make money by giving out subsidies?

It’s not easy to check where these subsidies go.

This is called triple win

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