Finally, Amir handed all the materials to the prince. Shaik looked at the " Panthera Tigris Passport'" in front of him curiously. Yes, it was the freshly made " Tiger Passport'.
The passport recorded Little White's date of birth, place, tiger species, visa page, and so on. There were also documents such as inspection and quarantine, adoption certificates, and diplomatic certificates.
"Shut up! Do you want to become an illegal citizen?!"
Xie He smiled and stopped Little White, who wanted to bite the passport. He patted the cat's head. This was a warning gesture from a boss, and it quieted down.
Finally, after everything was ready, they set off for England.
Escorted by several police cars to the airport, the prince brought along a number of bodyguards, assistants, maids, chefs, stylists, breeders, and other entourage on this trip. Wasn't it very exaggerated?
In fact, it was the inevitable result of being rich and powerful. Bodyguards could not be lacking, and assistants could communicate all of this. Without servants, one would not be qualified to be a noble. Chefs also had to satisfy religious tastes.
The stylist was, of course, the top tycoon. He had to dress accordingly to the occasion, especially for formal occasions. He also represented the royal family of Dubai, so his image could not be neglected.
Therefore, what ordinary people thought of as posturing was actually just his daily routine.
The motorcade drove straight into the airport and arrived in front of the chief's Gulfstream G550 plane. At this stage, the prince did not have his own private plane, so he could only borrow his rich father's. However, what was his father's would belong to his son sooner or later. It was all the same.
Beside the lowered gangway stood the captain and two beautiful flight attendants. They bowed or curtsied at the prince's arrival and addressed him respectfully as: "Your Highness Shaykh Sasir!"
As for the prince, he was wearing big sunglasses and holding a tiger in his arms. He leisurely boarded the plane with a group of followers behind him... He was sure that even in the movies, he did not look like this. As expected of the ruler of modern society!
He no longer regretted choosing to become an emperor in ancient times. An emperor didn't even have an air-conditioner. It wasn't as comfortable as it was now. He could play however he wanted.
After sitting down, the stewardess in a black silk dress squatted down beside him and helped him fasten his seatbelt. Of course, she could not help but size up the tiger.
"Your pet is so cute!"
"You can hug it." Xie He handed Little White to the air stewardess, who smiled and touched it. Little White had been used to humans hugging it in all sorts of ways, so it reluctantly accepted the cub's head.
"Is this its first time going abroad?" Before the plane took off, the two stewardesses could not help but surround Xiaobai with all kinds of curiosity. Of course, they also had the intention of pleasing the prince.
"Yes, I am." Xie He rubbed its head." It's a tiger with diplomatic status now. I'll give it the title of general later.”
The two stewardesses held back their laughter. These words sounded like a hopeless dictatorship, and at the same time, it made people feel that life was worse than a cat.
He looked at his miserable life and then looked at the prince's cat. It took a special plane abroad and brought a breeder with it. It also had a lot of diplomatic privileges. Even ordinary people could not provoke it.
Sigh…
While everyone was envious, the plane took off and headed for London. After the stratosphere stabilized, Little White was hugged by the women again. Xie He, who had some free time, went online for a while.
As their understanding of each other deepened, Sahill wasn't completely useless. At the very least, he had graduated from the famous " Sandhurst Royal Military Academy," which was one of the four major military academies in the world.
After graduating from the military academy, he transferred to University College London to study. In two years, he even earned a degree. This time, he was going to complete his studies.
Of course, in the end, it all benefited him.
After a few hours of flight, the air stewardess came to inform them,"" We'll land in London in half an hour."
"We're finally here." Xie He stretched his back, and Little White, who was sitting beside him, yawned. He had finally escaped the woman's demonic claws.
"I wish you a pleasant trip to London." The air stewardess gave her blessings.
"Amir," Shaykh raised his hand.
The plane landed at London's airport. The weather here was much cooler than in Dubai. It was a good place to escape the heat, so many rich people from the Middle East came to London every summer.
They brought their sports cars to London to bomb the streets and shop. Xie He was now one of the local tycoons. After getting off the plane, he got on the car. The immigration procedures were very easy.
Although the British customs were surprised that someone had brought a tiger into the country, they could only nod and let it go under the impeccable materials.
The convoy arrived at a hotel in downtown London. The presidential suite had been booked. Logically speaking, he had a house in London, but his predecessor was too prodigal and had secretly sold it.
He didn't want to talk about the bastards of the predecessors…
However, he had to make up for the house because if he wanted to raise a cat happily, he had to have his own house, a big house for it to play in.
Amir suggested," If you consider the convenience of travel and nightlife, I suggest that we focus on apartments. The villas are too far from the city, and the transportation advantage is not great."”
"Let's look for it first."
The main reason was that the landlord's wallet was a little tight now. Although he had already pulled in a sponsorship of one billion yuan, that was the company's money. If he used it for his own personal use, it would be called embezzling public funds.
Although he could use it and no one dared to say that the prince was breaking the law, this money was supervised by the family. At least before it produced profits, he would create a bad impression and mess up the overall situation.
Therefore, he still had to earn it himself. The World Cup was a good choice.
The upcoming knockout game was his opportunity to play. In England or Europe, there were countless companies that opened football betting, and they relied on them to earn pocket money.
He went online to check the current schedule and odds.
He had watched many World Cups in his previous life, and his memory was very clear after the enhancement. He knew all the scores of the quarter-finals and beyond, and he planned to bet on the one with the highest odds.
For example, Germany was stopped in the top four, and Brazil was trampled by France. These were all good opportunities for speculation. He checked his personal account and found that he still had more than three million, which was barely enough to turn the tables.
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