Sean kept a low profile this time, and the British media didn't even know about it, so he arrived quietly.

At the gate, Prime Minister Major personally greeted, met, shook hands, and took photos. After completing a set of procedures, he entered the Prime Minister's Office.

Learning from some rumors, it was public that Sean had a bad temper. After letting his secretary serve black tea, there were only two people left in the office.

Private meeting!

"Sean, I don't think it is a good idea for you to acquire Ulster TV. The territory of Northern Ireland is an integral part of the Great Britain Empire. This will cause serious harm to the relationship between the United Kingdom and the United States." Major's tone was full of displeasure.

, he was holding back his anger.

Sean crossed his legs, took a sip of black tea, and then looked up at Major, "You're teaching me how to do things."

"You!" Major's face froze. As the Prime Minister, it felt terrible to be criticized so harshly. He said with a dark face: "You are provoking the Great Empire, the people of the Great Empire..."

"Come on, it was *** who provoked me first. Are you suffering from Alzheimer's disease and forgetting what you have done?" Sean put down his foot, pointed at Major's nose and cursed, "I just bought it."

What can you do?"

Sean sneered, "Can you tell me about the friendship between the two countries? Besides, the next election is not far away, and I don't know if you can still secure the position of prime minister."

"Even if you are really re-elected, so what? How long can you be re-elected? And I, Sean Rockefeller, will always have money, and my influence will only increase, not decrease."

"You are pretending to be your mother here with me!"

"You, you, you, you are vulgar!" Major's face was ashen, veins popped out, and he glared at Sean fiercely.

"I just like the way you hate me but can't kill me!" Sean narrowed his eyes and said slowly.

Huh, huh, huh, Major breathed heavily and was speechless for a long time.

"Tell me, Sean, what do you want?" Major said with a dull look on his face and no emotion in his voice, "Let's be honest, why did you come to England? What do you want from me?"

"I suddenly don't want to talk to you anymore." Sean leaned over and looked at Major, "I think your head is a little hot right now and you need something to calm you down."

"Don't worry, I believe you will calm down by this time next year." Sean stood up and walked out.

Major's expression changed. This time next year will be the time for the British Prime Minister's election.

Obviously, Sean was threatening him and would cause trouble for him during the election.

Major's expression kept changing. He didn't know how influential Sean was, but this was bad news after all, but he couldn't lose face.

In the late 1980s and early 1990s, Britain's decline became more and more obvious, but all classes in the UK were unwilling to accept this reality and still regarded themselves as the world's first-class country.

The darker it gets, the more arrogant they become, as if this will allow them to maintain their current status.

Major carried it several times

His hands and butt were off the chair, but until Sean opened the door, he still didn't cry out to stay.

Sean looked back, sneered, and walked out.

"Bang" the door closed, and Major's heart beat hard. He raised his hand to rub his eyebrows. He was angry, regretful, lucky, physically and mentally exhausted, and didn't want to say a word.

Sean came out of the Prime Minister's Office alone, which surprised the people outside. They all stared blankly. It wasn't until Sean walked out that anyone thought of opening the door and taking a look.

Major lowered his head and waved his hand to drive the person away.

…

Depart from Downing Street and check in at the hotel you have booked.

The plan went a little awry, and the British Prime Ministers all had very harsh words.

But it doesn't matter. Whether he can get Major's support or not, the impact is actually not that big. What's more, from Sean's point of view, it is nothing more than a reversal of the order of things.

Sooner or later he would have Major come to beg him in person.

In the hotel room, Sean picked up a document with an introduction from Arsenal chairman Peter Hillwood.

In 1926, Peter Hillwood's grandfather, Samuel Hillwood, was already the chairman of Arsenal Club. After Samuel retired, he became Peter Hillwood's father.

his father

A young fat man wearing a scarf did not sit still, but stood in front of the railing, holding the railing with both hands, leaning forward and staring at the court carefully.

There was a woman standing next to him, and she seemed very excited.

The woman walked over and said something to the fat man. The fat man turned around and looked back in surprise, and saw Sean at the door.

He looked back at the stadium again, shook his head reluctantly, grabbed the female companion next to him, and turned around to enter the box.

The box is well sealed and soundproofed, and the sound is not noisy except when the door is opened and closed.

"Mr. Rockefeller, nice to meet you, I'm Smith." The young fat man came over, smiled, shook Sean's hand, and welcomed him in.

"Just call me Sean. My friends all call me that. It seems I came at the wrong time. Can I be lucky enough to watch an Arsenal game with Mr. Smith?" Sean said with a smile.

"Mr. Sean also understands football?" Smith blurted out with a look of surprise on his face. It didn't feel right until he said it, so he immediately went back to make up for it, "Oh, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. It's just that, well, most people in the United States seem to watch American football.

"

"Maybe I'm a different person." Sean smiled, who wouldn't watch the World Cup?

(PS: Argentina mistook me! Shady story, shady story! Everyone in the Shah must have taken medicine. Damn it, is the Argentinian goalkeeper an undercover agent?)

Smith raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't believe it, there was still an expression of surprise on his face. After introducing his female companion to Sean, he warmly invited Sean to join him in the front viewing area.

As soon as he entered this place, Sean was shaken by the loudness of the stadium and raised his neck. Good guy, this is noisier than the New York Knicks Stadium!

It can only be said that watching the scene is indeed different from watching TV. After a while, Sean became excited by the atmosphere of the scene.

The football skills and tactics at this time were not as gorgeous as those developed in later generations, let alone the elegant gunners. The arsenal people at this time were rough, brutal, and fierce!

Overall, in the years since the English were banned from participating in the European League, their skills and tactics have become even more backward and rougher.

The football is flying in the sky for most of the time during long passes and lobs. When the players compete for it, their movements are very big, their attacks are ruthless, they make many small moves, they fly for tackles, they fly for kicks, and if they don't understand, they face each other and start spraying each other.

Every time this happens, the more than 20,000 home team fans in the audience will boo the visiting team, with the sound reaching over 120 decibels.

Whenever the referee makes a slightly unfavorable decision for Arsenal, the entire audience will roar with anger. Whenever there is a favorable penalty, the entire audience cheers. This atmosphere is indeed too high-spirited.

Sean also admires those visiting team players below, they are really reviled by thousands of people!

"Oh!"

"Shit!"

"Fake!"

After watching a football game, Sean was surprised to find that just by swearing, his voice became hoarse!

But watching a game is really a relief!

No wonder so many people like to watch the game live. After most of the game, all the anger he had caused by Major's asshole was vented.

This is more stress-relieving than a woman!

Of course, this is if the team you bought wins.

Buy a football for an unpopular, buy a luxury car to drive in, buy a football backwards, buy a villa next to the sea, occasionally buy a draw, drive a Bugatti, place big bets on an unpopular, surpass the demolished households, buy a football for a strong team, queue up on the rooftop...

After returning to the box and placing the drinks on the table, Sean realized as soon as he spoke that Smith was indeed an old fan, and even after shouting, nothing happened.

After pouring the wine and holding a glass, Smith said: "I was very surprised. I didn't think so when you said you could understand the ball just now. I didn't expect it to be true. It's hard to imagine how this could happen in the United States.

There are football fans."

Sean laughed, "It's precisely because I'm a fan that I came here and found you Smith."

"Looking for me? What does this have to do with me?"

"It's time to reveal my identity as an Arsenal fan of 30 years!"

Sean said seriously: "I want to buy your Arsenal shares from Smith."

"Ah?" Smith was stunned for a moment, then his face changed drastically, he frowned tightly, and said in a cold tone: "That's impossible, absolutely impossible."

"Since the day Arsenal was founded, our Smith family has been fans of Arsenal, and has been a shareholder of Arsenal since my grandfather. The Smith family is honored to be a shareholder of Arsenal!"

"There is absolutely no way we are going to sell our shares in Arsenal!"

They belong to century-old fans at every turn. This thing is really bluffing.

"Ten million!" Sean raised a finger.

"Ahem, pounds?" Smith held the dining table with both hands, and his expression instantly changed from cold to surprised.

"Dollars!" A smile bloomed on Sean's face, "Does this prove my identity as an Arsenal fan for thirty years?"

"This..." Smith looked embarrassed. In the UK, the identity of a team owner is not only a commercial value, but also a status symbol.
Chapter completed!