Chapter 127 The shit stirrer

Author: wake up duck

Chapter 127 The shit stirrer

Squinting his eyes, Allen patted Angus's shoulders with both hands, held Angus's shoulders with his two big hands, and pressed down hard with his thumbs.

Angus's face turned red instantly, but he was also very stubborn and remained silent.

Seeing his performance, Allen secretly exerted force with his thumb, clasping Angus's tendon and rubbing it back and forth on the collarbone.

This pain is much more stimulating than the simple pressing just now.

"hiss"

"Fake, you little brat, hiss"

"Um?"

Allen was not annoyed, he just lowered his head and stared at Angus with a painful look on his face.

Although Angus was just a little short of words, Alan was still prepared to give him a long memory.

Everyone who comes out to hang out should sort out their priorities to avoid being disobedient in the future.

"I'm convinced, I'm convinced, I'll help you, tell me what you want me to do!"

"What's the rush? Let's settle this matter first. I'll tell you the rest after I think about it!"

Allen let go of his hand, looked at Angus who was breathing heavily, straightened his collar with satisfaction, and stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkles on his shoulders.

"Wouldn't it be enough if we had just been like this? I will be your duke honestly and we will have a bright future."

At the gate of the old Tradford office area, little Edwards led Ferguson to see Allen off. This Earl was very efficient and resolute in his work. He just came to visit, put down the negotiation team and was about to leave, without even staying to eat.

A banquet.

"By the way. Ferguson, do you have a rival? The kind of coach who has a very bad relationship with you, but whose coaching skills are pretty good?"

Allen was not in a hurry to get in the car. Before getting in the car, he turned his head and suddenly asked Ferguson.

"???"

Ferguson was a little confused as to why he suddenly asked this.

"Sir, what do you mean?"

"Oh, don't get me wrong, just say it. I'm just preparing in advance. If you don't perform well in leading the team this season, I will invite your enemy over and let him take over for you."

"."

Talking about this arrangement directly in front of people is really irritating to people.

Ferguson took a deep breath, his hands trembling a little.

"Sir, you don't have to, just one season. No! In half a season, I can prove my ability to you!"

Allen looked at Ferguson, who looked a little uncomfortable, smiled and did not answer his words, but raised his chin and said slowly: "Okay, you go back first, I want to say a few words to Edwards, you can't

listen."

"."

Is it really okay to chase people away like this?

Ferguson felt that he had been humiliated repeatedly today, but there was nothing he could do about it. One second, he was full of anger and promised in front of this Excellency, and the next second, he directly signaled that he could leave!

What whispers he can't listen to?

If you don’t listen, don’t listen!

Ferguson nodded, twitched the corners of his mouth, showed a very professional fake smile, turned around and left.

"Your Mightiness."

Little Edwards was a little worried when he saw Ferguson was so angry, but still walked away honestly.

"Come on, get in the car. I'll talk to you before I leave."

"Okay, your Excellency, please come first."

Little Edwards quickly opened the car door, stood on the side of the door, blocked the door frame with his right hand, and asked Allen to get in the car first.

The space inside the car was very quiet, even the driver got out of the car.

Little Shitou was sent to the Butler Academy by Allen for further training. Now Allen's driver works part-time as a bodyguard.

Lighting a cigarette, Allen looked out the car window and said: "When the share acquisition is completed, I will leave you 5% of the stock dividend rights. You will also become the honorary chairman of Manchester United and manage the daily life of the club for me. Edwards

The family is entitled to enjoy the benefits of the club along with the Hill family."

"this"

The sudden generous treatment caught little Edwards off guard.

Although it is not a direct grant of shares, this dividend right means that as the club develops better and better in the future, his income will also get better and better, plus the money from selling the shares this time.

Before he finished thinking, Allen's voice came again: "I just learned about the price of the shares in your hand, and the price is according to what you said."

Little Edwards looked into Allen's eyes. He didn't expect that your Excellency could be so easy to talk to and so forthright.

The negotiation team above hasn't finished talking yet, and your Excellency just decided like this, without even setting the price?

Although the price he asked for was not expensive, there was no basic bargaining step, which still made people worry about gain and loss.

This is too simple!

"Your Excellency, I really have nothing to repay you for."

Little Edwards thought for a long time and couldn't figure out what the earl wanted to do, but with such generous treatment, he could only choke out this sentence.

"Haha, you can repay it now!"

"???"

Allen looked at little Edwards and raised his hand slightly. The cigarette ashes in his hand were almost falling off.

Little Edwards very wisely stretched out his right hand and gently placed it in front of Allen.

"Oh"

Allen was very satisfied with his performance. He used Edwards' right hand as an ashtray, flicked the ashes, and stared into his eyes.

Seeing that there was no dissatisfaction or dissatisfaction in little Edwards's eyes, Allen said: "With this kind of treatment, I only have one small request, within three days."

Little Edwards watched Allen finish flicking the cigarette ash with his left hand, then nodded the hand holding the cigarette and said to himself: "Within three days, I will see the information of several other shareholders on my desk, their names! Photos! Family status!

Social relations, shareholding ratio, do you understand?!"

"???"

A nobleman, after agreeing to himself on generous terms, turned around and asked him to provide information on several other shareholders, again with such detailed information.

Little Edwards is not a child, of course he knows what Allen wants to do!

This is going to be a dirty trick!

Moreover, he is still required to provide "intelligence" personally, which means he is asked to betray his teammates.

Although those shareholders are all bad gamblers and have made little contribution to the club,...

Little Edwards hesitated.

Britain is known as Europe's turd, so it certainly has its own unique features.

What is the essence of this ancestral shit-stirring skill?

It is to sow discord, first bribe the other party, and then let the other party collapse from within.

How can we make the other party decide to kill their own people?

Of course, it is to give them a strong backer and make them think that everything is under control.

Then, after they kill each other and think they have surrendered, they will take the initiative to reveal what they have done to their own people, so that they will be blamed as traitors.

Under such circumstances, we have already boarded the pirate ship anyway. This final blow is the straw that breaks the camel's back. From now on, we can only hold on to the backer and hit wherever we ask.

Allen also knows this ancestral skill. Although he is not very proficient, the person he is trying it on is not a big shot, so he will give it a try first.

Allen looked at little Edwards who looked hesitant.

By giving him such good conditions, do you think he is generous and kind?

Edwards Jr.'s family is very prestigious in Manchester United, which will not be convenient for Allen to control the club in the future.

If you want to get rid of them once and for all, you have to secretly eliminate their retreat and prestige.

But as long as he wants to get the conditions proposed by Allen, he must sell his teammates first!

After he sells out his teammates, Allen can start bullying these civilians.

As a nobleman, he worked hard to keep his status as a count, wasn't it just so that he could bully the common people one day?

If he couldn't bully the common people, why would he be a noble?
To be continued...