British 1986

To some ignorant people in later generations, the British aristocrats seemed to be idiots who didn't know how to use these little tricks to evade inheritance tax. They kept talking about how the United States was doing.

More than 95% of the heirs of the British aristocracy have received elite education and graduated from prestigious schools. These people are not stupid in the first place!

Secondly, from the postwar period to the present, in just fifty years, how many nobles have lost their families and their families because of inheritance taxes. Are they all fools?

They don't know how to avoid taxes?

Is there any way to avoid this aristocratic inheritance tax in the UK?

Yes. But the price paid by this method is sometimes even higher than the inheritance tax itself!

As for a trust or something like that?

hehe

By substantiating and transferring their own private things, are some people pretending to be the British financial elite and unable to find the loopholes in this?

There is a rule in Great Britain that the private property of nobles is inviolable. It is because it is inviolable that they cannot lose it, so there is inheritance tax.

If something is in the name of a noble, it is called private property and cannot be violated!

But if it is not directly in the name of the noble, but separated by a layer, it becomes property. These two things are not of the same nature.

But after all, noble masters do not die every day. How many noble families are left in Great Britain now?

Therefore, such a small department composed of descendants of aristocrats and financial elites, apart from the main business of collecting inheritance taxes, what they do most on a daily basis are small chores.

For example, conflict resolution.

If there is a conflict between two nobles that needs to be reconciled, this is an internal matter for the nobles. Family scandals should not be made public. Some things cannot be brought directly to court or to the Queen. In the end, these are not serious matters. The internal affairs of the nobility, which are not too small, will also be coordinated and handled by the Noble Affairs Department.

Sort of like a full-time mediator.

At this time, in the private meeting room on the second floor of the Noble Affairs Department, there was an old man with black hair and a strong face, wearing glasses and an angry face.

"I don't care! If you don't give me an explanation for this matter, I will go to court, and I will go to the Queen!"

"Your Excellency, please calm down. This request of yours has no precedent. We really have never experienced it."

Listening to this title, the identity of the old man opposite is somewhat self-evident. Those who can be called your Excellency must at least start as an earl. Most earls do not dare to use the title your Excellency. Except for those with a prominent family background like Allen, it is enough. qualifications.

In Great Britain, the Dukes of the royal family are also addressed as Your Highness, but few outside Dukes like to be called Your Highness, and they are basically addressed with the honorific Your Excellency.

Hurt George, the commissioner of the Department of Noble Affairs who had dealt with Allen before and a descendant of the nobility, was the person to receive the old man this time.

Hutt's official position has now been promoted, and

As the only person in the Department of Noble Affairs who dares to face the existence of the "hard steel" Earl of Carmarthen, he is almost a "legendary figure" in the department!

He was someone who was pointed at a gun at the gate of the Hill family manor and could still escape in a hail of bullets!

The business ability is extremely professional!

Therefore, this time the Ministry of Affairs received the mediation business of the Duke of Marlborough, and Hutt, the director with the strongest professional ability, personally handled it!

"No precedent? I can pass my title on to whoever I want. They are all my sons. I don't even have this bit of sovereignty?!"

Hearing Hurt's words, the little old man, the Duke of Marlborough, became even more angry!

He is a Duke, has a proud heart, and has a prominent family background. He has always been arrogant in front of ordinary people, and no one has ever dared to refute him like he did today!

"Your Excellency, you just brought it to court. According to our British rules, the succession of the eldest son is the succession of the eldest son. You cannot appoint an heir privately without the eldest son's fault or the Queen's order."

"I am a Duke and you are a Duke?!"

"Snapped!"

When the Duke of Marlborough heard that Hurt was trying to argue with him about the law, he angrily slapped the armrest of the sofa and stood up.

I am a great hero, but I am a human society and follow the law. Now someone actually teaches him the law? !

"What do you mean, if my son dies, the title will be inherited by my younger son?"

"???"

Looking at Duke Marlborough's sinister expression, Hurt looked confused.

What's going on?

That's not what I meant!

"No, no, sir, that's not what I meant. This is a clearly stated inheritance law. I..."

"Stop! Just tell me what I should do to give the title to my youngest son!"

"Your Excellency, I really can't give it to you, if it's anything else."

"I don't want anything else. I am the Duke. When I get old, I will pass it on to my youngest son! What should I do?!"

The Duke of Marlborough glared at Hurt and continued to press.

"this"

Hurt sighed, how could he, a small director of the Noble Affairs Department, take care of this kind of thing?

Even the Queen would have a headache over this matter!

"Three days! I'll wait for you for three days. If you don't give me an explanation within three days, I will go to the court. I want to see who can stop me!"

The Duke of Marlborough turned around and left angrily. After taking just two steps, under Hurt's confused eyes, he turned around, picked up his hat, put it on his head, and knocked the cane in his hand hard on the ground. He snorted twice before walking out of the private room.

Hurt bent down and waited for the Duke of Marlborough to walk out of the private room door. He raised his head and glanced at it. After making sure that the old guy was gone, he walked to the door and deliberately said loudly: "Your Excellency, please go slowly!"

"snort!"

Another cold snort came from afar.

Hurt curled his lips and hummed softly. He shook his head and imitated the walking posture of the old Duke just now. He turned around and staggered upstairs to his office.

"gentlemen."

The sweet voice of the female secretary interrupted Hurt, who was thinking while walking.

When he looked up and saw that he was already back in the office, Hurt glanced at the female secretary and said softly: "Mary, you go out first, I want to make a phone call."

"Who are you fighting with? You want me to go out first~"

Feeling that the secretary's hand was about to touch him, Hurt grabbed Mary's hand and said with a cold expression on his face: "Get out. Wait until I finish making the call."

"Okay, okay. I'll go out first."

As the office door was closed, Hurt took out his notebook and pulled out a black gold-gilded business card with a series of names written in a row of large characters!

This is Butler Hu Te’s personal business card!

He had just received an explanation some time ago, saying that Master Allen asked him to pay attention to whether there was anything going on at the Duke of Marlborough's house recently, and to report it at any time if anything happened.

Now he just happened to receive the Duke of Marlborough, and he still had first-hand information. Hurt was already impatiently preparing to call and claim credit.

Turning the old-fashioned landline phone, he dialed Butler Hut's personal number.

"Dudu."

When the phone rang for the third time, the person on the other end answered it.

Hurt's waist instantly bent. Even though no one could see him now, his tone was slightly lowered and a little flattering as he prepared to speak.

"Hello, this is Sir Hut's personal phone number. I am his assistant."

"Hey, hello, hello, I'm Hurt, Hurt George, Department of Noble Affairs!"

"Okay Mr. Hurt, is there anything you need to convey?"

"Uh, please ask, is it convenient for Butler Hu Te to answer the phone now? He told me some things some time ago, saying that I can contact him at any time if I have any situation. I just encountered something here and I want to report it to Butler Hu Te. one time."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

"Okay, okay, thank you!"

In early March, just as the lively assassination news subsided, another international news detonated Europe.

Something happened to the famous tenor Domingo!

The BBC has been chasing this news for a long time, but Allen made a sneak attack. He first picked the peach from the clues that the BBC had chased.

The person he first went to Los Angeles to rescue last November made this multinational service gang a mess, and even the boss was arrested.

Although this somewhat disrupted the BBC's plan, Allen and the others couldn't afford to offend him, so they could only treat it as a coincidence.

Although some of the women who stumbled were rescued, the evil deeds this international gang had done before and the huge network of connections involved within it still deserve to be exposed.

The BBC was about to report the news before the Los Angeles Police Department's investigation was clear, but who knew that it happened to encounter the Los Angeles earthquake and the assassination of Boss Cha.

All these things have caught up. Boss Cha is top notch at such a critical stall!

The BBC was not stupid enough to use this kind of news to check the popularity of the boss’s assassination. They simply kept waiting. As soon as the news here went down, they broke the latest news, without affecting the enthusiastic people at all. .

And this famous tenor, as a singer who is somewhat famous internationally, is a good breakthrough point, so at the beginning, all the firepower was directed at him.

However, among the lively news, a piece of inconspicuous but important news was mixed in and has not been completely fermented.

The famous Duke of Marlborough turned against his father and his son, and the two sides went to court!

As for the news about the little Duke, there have been tabloid reports in the past two days, saying that the reason why the little Duke turned against his father and his son was because he was immoral and contaminated with contraband.

Anyway, the so-called little Duke is now at his wits' end, and his black material is everywhere.

James is the second son of the current Duke of Marlborough. He used to have an older brother, but his older brother died early.

He is 39 years old this year. In theory, as the first heir to the Duke, at his age, even if his father is alive and well, he must at least have a lower-level title.

For example, Diana's father, the late Earl, when he was young, before inheriting the Earldom title from his family, he still had the title of Viscount.

Even if there is no such thing, at least he must be given the status of an official heir, something like a young duke, and the old duke must first pave the way for him in public.

But James has none of this. Ever since his mother and father divorced, he has been like a stepmother, whose father does not care for his mother.

Over the years, he has never enjoyed any of the conveniences provided to him by his family.

It's not that he's stubborn, but that his father didn't give him any preferential treatment at all, only a pitiful amount of living expenses, paid to him on time every month.

But such a small amount of money is simply not enough for James to squander.

He is the son of a Duke, the future Duke!

What can you do with so little money?

James sighed. His money this month was completely cut off by his father, because his father wanted to force him to give up his right to inherit the title in favor of a man who was more than thirty years younger than him and whom he had never met. brother!

How could James accept such a shameful humiliation!

Opening the door, James was going to meet a friend. He wanted to find a lawyer who asked for a lower price but was also highly professional. His father has now sued him!

"Who are you."

As soon as he opened the door and saw the man in black standing at the door, James was a little confused and thought he was someone sent by his father.

"Mr. James?"

"it's me."

Hearing the questioning tone of the other party, James breathed a sigh of relief. This was not someone from his damn father's side.

"My master invites you to get in the car and have a chat."

"Your master?"

Hearing this title, James became even more confused. This kind of domestic servant is rare nowadays!

The man in black smiled, turned slightly and pointed at a Bentley among several cars parked in front of James' house.

"please!"

This Bentley is a style that James has never seen before. It has an extremely exaggerated interior space. Sitting on the right seat is a young man who looks very fierce but also looks familiar. The key is that his knees There is also a small tiger that is not too big, and the two of them are having fun at this time.

"Ouch!"

"Um?"

"Ouch!"

"Um?!"

Allen put his hand on Dahuang's paw. Dahuang subconsciously raised his paw and put his paw on Allen's hand. The two of them were wrong. Anyway, they were touching each other. Neither one wanted to let his hand be pressed by the other. He got anxious at the end, and when Allen raised his hand to give it a slap, the car door opened and an old face stuck out.

"You are James?"

Allen smiled when he saw this guy!

"Uh it's me!"

James was confused. He felt that Allen looked very familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

"Introduction, my name is Alan. I live in Wales. Do you know me?"

"!!!"

James had just sat down and his left leg had not yet been put into the car. When he heard this self-introduction, he shivered subconsciously. He finally remembered why this person looked familiar!

It turns out to be this, the famous Earl of Carmarthen!

This is a ruthless man who dares to duel with people in the streets of London and even kills them!

This person's reputation is still very high in the aristocratic world, especially for the younger generation, which is very intimidating!

"Um, hello, sir, I don't know you."

James was afraid subconsciously. He was afraid that Allen was coming to fight with him!

"Haha, don't be afraid. I came to see you specially today. Is it convenient for us to chat?"

"."

The corners of James' mouth were trembling. Is it convenient to chat?

That's right, why am I inconvenienced?

"Your Excellency, if you have any instructions, just tell them."

PS: I’m visiting relatives tomorrow, so I may be late, and updates may be unstable in the past few days.