Author: Wake up duck

A small convoy slowly drove in the distance, and the one who drove the way was a black MG, followed by an extremely eye-catching white extended Lincoln, followed by Lincoln with another Bentley, and then two MGs.

After the convoy stopped, the two cars in the middle that looked like the distinguished car were not in a hurry to open the door.

Instead, a few bodyguards got out of the rear car first, and several people scattered and stood around the car to guard. One of them took a small instrument in his hand and walked towards Little Edwards.

"Hello sir, I need a little check."

The bodyguard spoke, and without waiting for Little Edwards to agree, he took the instrument and started sweeping towards him.

This is a simple portable metal detector.

The situation in the outside world is not optimistic now. A few days ago, there was a vicious incident in Wales where Irish thugs attacked American journalists. It is understandable that the two nobles were on guard when they were traveling.

Little Edwards took a breath and nodded.

This kind of test is actually a bit insulting, but there is no way. The person who comes is a nobleman and his life is high.

The instrument swept around Edwards without making any abnormal noise. The bodyguard moved two more steps and swept towards Ferguson next to him with the instrument.

"Didi!"

The harsh beeping changed the bodyguard's face. Ferguson grinned, took out a stainless steel whistle from his clothes, shook it at the bodyguard and said, "Don't be nervous, it should be this thing."

The bodyguard breathed a sigh of relief, skipped the whistle and swept at Ferguson again. After confirming that there was no problem, he continued to walk towards the staff standing behind them.

After a few minutes of inspection, it was not until the last staff member confirmed that there was no problem. The bodyguard did not return to the car, but stood behind all of them very professionally and made a gesture in the direction of the car.

Little Edwards turned his head and looked at the scene, a little astonished. He had contacted nobles before, Duke Angus, but judging from his name, he was also considered a high-ranking nobleman!

Although as a local, Edwards knew that Duke Angus was in a down-and-out manner, there was absolutely no such bodyguard around Duke Angus.

Look at this body shape and look at this style. He is very professional. Even after the test, he stays in place to monitor them without leaving any loopholes for them.

Today I have given little Edwards a lot of knowledge. Is this the difference between top traditional aristocrats and down-and-out aristocrats?

The convoy looked very low-key except for the white extended Lincoln.

But even in this low-key manner, looking at the entourage that the Count brought with him, you will know the living standards of the Count.

As the bodyguard in charge of the inspection finished gesture, several bodyguards got out of the car. Then, a fat man with beer belly came down from the white Lincoln.

Little Edwards recognized this person at a glance as Duke of Angus?

But as Duke Angus got off the car, his subsequent actions made Ferguson next to Edwards frown.

After getting off the car, Duke Angus did not rush to walk towards them, but stood beside the car, bent down and stretched out his hand inside, as if helping the person inside get out of the car.

His posture does not look like a duke, but rather a bit like a waiter.

"Who is this?"

"He is Duke Angus, have you heard of the Duke of Manchester?"

"That's this?"

Ferguson was a little stunned, and the dignified Duke of Manchester personally helped get out of the car?

Is there something wrong with this status?

Little Edwards looked at the surprised Ferguson and did not explain to him.

Not to mention that the Duke of Angus had helped the Earl get out of the car today, he would not be surprised if he helped a jazz get out of the car one day.

In terms of personal relationships, Edwards and Angus are quite familiar with each other.

Both live in the same area, are considered fellow villagers, and have the same hobbies.

Both of them like blonde big wavy girls.

And I have played together before, so I am considered a brother-in-law relationship. We have practiced stick techniques in the same hole and are considered a fellow practitioner.

It was also through this relationship that Angus personally came forward to introduce Edwards to Allen.

"Haha, my brother, we're meeting again. Is this the new coach? What's the name? Gesson? Oh. Ferguson?! Haha, I'll recommend it to you. This is Earl of Carmason, Alan Hill, have you heard of it?"

Angus finally helped Allen get out of the car. It was not very convenient to get out of Lincoln. There was no double door, only a small back door.

Walking up to Little Edwards, Duke Angus, who was very enthusiastic to everyone, gave him a big hug and pointed at Ferguson. He didn't think of his name for a while. He smiled apologetically at Ferguson with a little embarrassedness, then he stuck out his butt and turned around and pointed his left hand, introducing the person to them.

Today, Allen was dressed casually, unlike Angus. Even though the weather was very hot outside, he was wearing a suit and tie. Allen wore a blue and white color-blocked sports jacket with very thin fabric, which looked a bit like a sunscreen.

He has light-colored leg-closing sweatpants on his lower body and wears sneakers on his feet.

It doesn't look like I'm here to talk about business, but more like I'm going out to exercise in the morning.

But even this outfit, Edwards dared not underestimate him at all.

This face has been very popular recently and looks a little more handsome than the ones on TV, but it doesn't have the gentle smile I see on TV.

With Angus' introduction, Allen stood still, raised his right forearm slightly, and reached out to signal.

Ferguson was a little stunned when he saw this scene.

But Edwards understood what the other party meant and felt a little helpless. This is the noble, and he always reflects class differences.

When a normal person shakes hands, everyone stretches out their right arm and holds them with both hands. If the left hand is more in contact, you can pat the other person's arm or hug it gently.

But the count in front of him stood still, his upper half of his arm was still moving, and he only stretched out his forearm. This is how the nobles shook hands against ordinary people.

In this case, the person who holds hands can only take two steps forward, bow slightly, and stretch his arms as long as possible to shake hands with the other party. If you don’t bow, the two of you will appear rude.

But as long as you bow, it doesn't look like an ordinary handshake.

This is a noble handshake. He shakes your hand with you, just out of politeness, but even if you shake hands, it is full of distance and high above.

Little Edwards had heard of this method before, but in reality, it was the first time that he encountered this situation. He took a deep breath and had a humble smile on his face. Little Edwards took the initiative to take two steps forward, put his left hand naturally on his chest, bent down slightly, stretched his right hand, and shook hands with Allen.

"Dear Earl, welcome to visit Manchester Football Club. Just call me Edwards little."

Allen looked at Edwards with his head down expressionlessly. When he raised his head, he smiled a little on his face and said, "Hey, I heard from Duke Angus on the way. Your family is very good and I have done a lot for this football club."

"Thank you for your praise."

Upon hearing this, Edwards bent down and bowed again, then pulled back his right hand and stood to Ellen's left, signaling Ferguson to come and greet him quickly. Duke Angus may not care about such things, but the count in front of him seemed to be incomparable to the dilapidated Duke Angus.

"Hello, Mr. Earl, I'm very happy to see you. I'm Ferguson, now the team's head coach." Ferguson learned from Edwards's appearance, trotted and walked to Allen in two steps, nodded and took the initiative to stretch out his right hand and bent down to shake hands.

"good."

Allen also smiled at Ferguson, but he only said good things and said nothing more.

Angus looked at this scene and said with a smile: "Allen, let Edwards accompany you in and visit first. I will take your finance team to connect with their people."

"Okay, then you can do it first."

"Your Excellency, let's go to the Honor Room first?"

When the little Edwards saw that Duke Angus had just introduced himself, he didn't care, and his scalp was a little numb.

Before he came, he was still a little emotional about this meeting. In any case, Manchester United is equivalent to his daughter. Now he is about to get married, and it is normal to feel uncomfortable.

He had never thought about resisting or something. Now welcoming a new funder is good for the club, and he doesn't have the capital to resist.

But now we met, although His Excellency Allen just smiled at him, the nobleness and oppression were completely different from when he and Angus were in contact!

In this way, Duke Angus is like a fake nobleman, too easy-going and too friendly to the people!

And the person in front of him felt very uncomfortable with the alienation and oppression on his body.

"Okay, lead the way!"

In fact, Allen had no desire to visit the Honor Hall.

He doesn't understand these things either, so he just watches them as a fun thing anyway.

As Edwards transformed into a guide, walked in front and introduced the story behind each trophy to Allen, Ellen glanced at Ferguson, who was silent behind him.

This famous Lao Fu is only 30 years old now. He is still young and looks like he is barely one-tenth of his appearance. He is still quite handsome.

He just had a little temper and didn't dare to complain, but he could remain silent and a little childish.

After visiting the honor room, there was nothing else to visit, and the group came to the stadium below.

The Old Trafford Stadium has not been renovated yet. It is all equipment from decades ago. It is a bit insulting to say that it is a vegetable field, but it looks like that.

Allen walked in front with his hands behind his back, turned his head to Ferguson who had been following him and said, "Come with me!"

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Ferguson was stunned when he heard Allen's voice, and was a little disbelief. He looked at Allen, then looked at Little Edwards next to him. With Little Edwards' encouraging eyes, he trotted and followed Allen a few steps.

The two of them just left the entourage behind in silence.

After waiting far away, Allen stopped, looked at the stadium and said, "I heard from Duke Angus that you have just joined the team and have bad results in leading the team. Do you have any ideas in the future?"

Ferguson's mouth twitched. The look of his master was very noble. He looked around and didn't ask for the price or negotiated the acquisition. It seemed as if Manchester United had already obtained it, which made Ferguson very uncomfortable.

He held his breath and couldn't help but not speak. Ferguson was about to talk about some professional topics so that the arrogant count could not understand.

"Hisser Earl, I am going to start with the personnel, change the tactical concept, change the style of play, abandon the traditional long pass and the emphasis on physical confrontation, and take the technical route. Do you know about Spain? The technical route of their team."

"Spain? Oh, Princess Christiana has a good personal relationship. Do you need Spanish staff? If you need it, I can help you poach people."
To be continued...