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Chapter 155 Countermeasure(2/2)

Although I occasionally do something clever and do something wrong, it is not a big problem.

Moreover, some time ago, the princess said that Allen was planning to start a new service industry, which was said to provide employment opportunities for many people and bring a good reputation to the royal family.

The most important thing is that he really took out the shares and distributed dividends to the princess and his two sons as pocket money.

Regardless of whether he was out of family affection or for any consideration, Allen's approach made Charles feel very moved.

In this way, Allen was really encouraging Angus to say the proposal, but his starting point might be to really want Congress to increase the allocation to the royal family.

Although the consequences of this idea are not good, his starting point is no problem!

This is for his own good Charles. If he quarrels with Allen, it will be a bit inappropriate. Anyway, this guy has a bad education and doesn't think so deeply. This is because he has not taught properly.

But don't bother him, and it won't be possible to encourage him directly.

Now that he has not entered the House of Lords, he dares to pull a down-and-out Duke to cause trouble. If he enters the House of Lords in the future, what dares he do?

"You have to think more about doing things in the future. You like writing to me so much, why don't you ask me first?"

"Your Highness. I want to give you a surprise!"

Allen whispered.

surprise?

After hearing this word, Charles instantly felt that his blood pressure was high!

He took a deep breath and said, "I'll find Capel to get the key later. I have a small manor in London. I don't live often, so I'll give it to you! You have to go to London often in the future, and don't stay in a hotel."

"Why?"

Allen was stunned. The imaginary lesson didn't come. Why was this a small manor so useless?

The small manor that Charles mentioned was not really small, but for him, small!

But that's a London estate!

"What are you doing when you stand there? Just leave after you get the key!"

Charles looked at Allen in a daze and reminded him.

"Your Highness. Didn't you let Capel tell me, do you miss me and let me have dinner?"

"You eat shit! Get out of here!"

When Charles finally couldn't help hearing that Alan was talking about eating, he raised his hand with a cigar and pointed at Alan and cursed.

"Hey! Hey! I'll leave now, good night of your Highness."

The smell was right. Alan shrank his neck and retreated out of Charles' study.

After closing the door, Charles heard a heavy "hum" from inside!

"Young Master? Why is it so fast?"

"Let's go! Go home!"

Hut watched Allen come out less than an hour after entering. It wasn't dark yet, and he finished eating so soon?

Alan waved his hand and didn't want to say so much. He directed the convoy to leave quickly. He was still more than a hundred kilometers away from home. He arrived in more than an hour.

After a few days of rest at home, the jet lag was broken, and Alan got back on his back.

Not only him, but even the little yellow has become more ridge-shaped. The snowy owl is a bird growing in the cold zone. They can't stand the heat removal method, but now they return to Daying and the temperature is still very low, so it becomes more ridge-shaped again.

He breathed, the white mist was blowing long, and Allen stomped his feet in a velvet sportswear.

He has been fat and strong in the past month and is energetic. Now he is used to getting up every day to exercise in the morning to maintain his health.

Allen was holding meatballs in his hand. These things were made every day, but the weather was cold, and now the meatballs were frozen into ice lumps. He pretended to throw them forward with force. He threw them suddenly with his right hand and hid them in the palm of his hand.

Xiao Huang subconsciously prepared to take off. He just jumped and turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees, staring at Allen's hand.

Owls are also eagles, and their eyes are not comparable to ordinary dogs. Alan's trick is OK to cheat dogs, but if he wants to cheat eagles, it will be almost awesome.

Looking at Xiao Huang staring at him with some embarrassment, Alan was a little angry and suddenly reached out again, this time he really threw the balls back.

Xiao Huang saw that the goods were really shipped this time, so he jumped around and went to chase the meatballs.

Seeing it flying away, Allen turned around and ran towards the hall.

Hut stood happily at the entrance of the hall, watching Allen playing with his pets.

He held a thin coat on his left arm, and waited for Allen to run back to the hall, put on his coat first, sweating after exercise, and keep warm when he returned to the house.

"Young Master. I collected a lot of newspapers, and Carl also sent some news back from the United States."

"Okay! I'll go to the study to read when I take a shower."

"OK."

After Hut finished speaking, he heard another bird cry in the distance, which seemed to be emotional.

When Xiao Huang is flying, she will never flash her wings when she can glide. She will only flash symbolically when she is about to land. She looks very aligned with Allen and is very lazy!

But at this time, after picking up the meatballs and turning back, it found that the owner had actually ran away!

Xiao Huang, who was a little angry, quickly flashed his wings and flew towards him.

With her legs crossed, she reached one foot onto the maid and asked her to press her feet. Alan, whose hair was still a little wet, picked up the information on the table to check it.

This group of black people who were spoiled by Americans just forced a lot of things!

They dared not scold Alan in the newspapers, but they dared to be sarcastic.

Although it was not said explicitly, the meaning between the lines was just pointing to Alan's nose and said that they were doing many evil things in ancient times and sold their ancestors to America.

"Damn it, if there is no noble master who takes your ancestors to America, can you be like this group of trash today?"

Seeing these remarks, Allen felt uncomfortable.

I have been forced to do a lot of trouble all day long. Have I never used black actors in filming?

Necessarily use black actors in every play?

When Allen thought of the future American movies, he had to act as a black actor in a filming Snow White, he couldn't help but feel nauseous.

This group of people is used to being used by some people as waste.

He clenched his fists. Although the remarks in the newspaper made him angry, Allen found that he could not do anything now!

There is nothing to do with these sarcastic black people.

He can handle them physically, but.

This way, public opinion will be even more powerful. Alan doesn’t want to do this, it’s too brainless!

But it won’t work if you just keep it like this. This group of garbage is so arrogant. No matter they are, they might say anything else in the future.

After squinting his eyes for a while, Allen suddenly raised his eyebrows.

You said I discriminate against you, you are sarcastic. Can I follow the same example? Are these black Americans also sarcastic?
Chapter completed!
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