Allen didn't want to spend too much money to acquire the shares held by several other shareholders.

As long as he has information about Edwards Jr., he can save a lot of effort. He no longer has to collect information and can only arrange his men to do things.

Later, he will let people take the initiative to spread the news about Edwards' betrayal of his teammates.

The Edwards family will always be blamed for being traitors. Who dares to believe a family that likes to betray their teammates? They will have to follow Allen honestly from now on!

"Have you ever heard of the saying that pie does not fall in the sky? How can you get something without paying a price?"

Allen slowly and seductively seemed to be trying to solve the problem for little Edwards.

Little Edwards gritted his teeth. In his opinion, as long as His Excellency the Earl acquires Manchester United, these shareholders will have nothing to do with him. Don't they just want information?

Could it be that if he didn't give it, His Excellency, the Count, wouldn't be able to find the information on these people?

Since everyone is giving to you, why should you resist?

"I understand, Your Excellency. I will send the information to you personally within three days."

"Very good! You made a wise choice. You can go back to see Duke Angus. He has arranged a reception dinner. You two have a good time today. Take a rest. Don't worry, little Edwards. You will have more time in the future.

It’s growing, isn’t it?”

"You are right, Your Excellency! The club will get better and better under your leadership!"

"hehe."

Allen laughed, put the cigarette butt in little Edwards' hand, raised his chin slightly, indicating that he could get out of the car.

"Then please go slowly, I'll go down first."

Little Edwards carefully dragged the ashes and cigarette butts from his right hand to say goodbye.

"Um."

The Greater Manchester area is very close to the border on the northeast side of Wales. When the convoy returned, it did not turn directly into Wales, but went all the way south and took the main road towards Birmingham.

This main road is much smoother than the small roads in Wales. Although it will take some detours, the overall time is faster than taking the small roads in Wales.

As soon as the motorcade entered the suburbs of Birmingham, the phone in the car rang.

This kind of old-fashioned mobile phone has basically no signal in the wild as long as it goes out of the urban area, and it can only be used barely when around the city.

The servant sitting in the passenger seat answered the phone, nodded a few times, and whispered to the driver to slow down, before quietly waking up Allen who was taking a nap in the back seat.

"Master! Master, wake up and look for your phone number!"

"Who is it?"

Allen yawned. It went smoothly today when he went out to do errands. He couldn't help but take a nap on the way back.

"Well, the signal is not very good, it seems to be stuck."

"Well, give it to me."

Allen takes over Big Brother.

This thing is a bit heavy to hold, like holding a 500ml bottle of Coke, and the long antenna is stretched out for better signal.

"I'm Allen, who are you?"

"Sir, Sir Allen, I am Cappe."

"Who? Louder."

"Capel! Your Excellency, I am Capel!"

"Oh oh oh, I'm on the road now and the signal is not good. What's wrong with Sir Capel?"

Allen's tone slowed down when he heard it was Capel.

"Your Highness, please come over."

"oh?"

Allen looked at the sky outside. It was already evening. What was Charles doing with him at this hour?

"Now? Where is Your Highness?"

"Highgrove Manor, His Highness is waiting for you here."

"Okay, the signal is not good, I won't say more, I am now"

Allen glanced at the servant.

"Master, we have arrived in Birmingham."

The servant was very clever. As soon as Allen looked at him, he took the initiative to tell Allen the current location of the convoy.

Allen nodded and said into the microphone: "I am still on the way in Birmingham. It will take some time to get there. Sir, please tell His Highness!"

"Okay, I understand, Sir!"

After hanging up the phone and handing the phone to the servant again, Allen didn't want to continue sleeping anymore. He pressed down the car window, blew in the night breeze, and lit a cigarette.

After thinking about my arrangements for today, I feel like I missed nothing.

Winning over the Duke of Angus is just a casual move.

But the phone call just now suddenly brought a little inspiration to Allen.

It is well known that only nobles can participate in the British House of Lords.

But what kind of nobles can participate?

This is a bit particular.

People like Allen can't participate now.

It’s not that he’s not qualified, it’s that Allen is not up to the age standard!

According to the provisions of the law, all sitting nobles, from knights to dukes, will automatically qualify as members of the House of Lords as long as they are over 21 years old.

And with this qualification, it is also necessary to select representative aristocratic members from each region, so that they can go to meetings to make suggestions!

As for any suggestions, you can talk about any messy things anyway. As long as you are thick-skinned, even if your family dog ​​is lost, you can talk about it. By the way, you can read a book about the inefficiency of the local police station.

And so on.

This congressman does not receive a salary, but he does get a subsidy of one hundred and ten pounds a day, which even the nobles do not like.

In the past, Allen's father rarely went to meetings, mainly because it was too troublesome to go to London every time. He was a rough guy and didn't know what to say in the past. After a few meetings like this, the old man didn't want to go.

But Allen is different. He just suddenly thought that he is not old enough to make any remarks yet, but he can find a spokesperson!

The Duke of Angus is very suitable, with high status and qualifications.

No matter how good he is now, if a Duke really makes some suggestions in the parliament, everyone must pay attention to it even if it is just a pretense.

Some time ago, because of the big-mouthed question raised by the idiot American Oprah reporter, there are still people discussing the news about the abolition of the royal family.

Allen suddenly thought that the recent popularity of the princess's charity auction was so high that he was a little itchy and prepared to flatter her from a distance.

The princess is already so poor, she still auctions off her clothes and accessories for charity.

Isn't this a good opportunity to flatter you?
Chapter completed!