The door of Aldrich's house was open, and the London police cordoned off the place. Three police cars were parked on the wide road. In addition, densely packed news trucks gathered here.
Reporters from several TV stations reported live to the camera.
The BBC female reporter has the best position. Behind her is the police cordon, facing Aldrich's open door, and police officers are coming in and out to investigate and collect evidence.
"The latest news is that Aldrich Hall, the England national team coach and the coach and owner of the Premier League club Millwall, led Millwall to Portugal for a Champions League match yesterday. He returned home in the early morning and found that his home was stolen. Now the police
Investigations are ongoing. According to insiders, Mr. Hall may have lost very valuable property because he sounded panicked when he called the police.
Zhang, a few hours ago, had a conflict with the community security guard. He angrily criticized the security guard for his negligence. Fortunately, when Mr. Hall left London, his two sons were at his parents' house and had sex with him.
My girlfriend just happened to return to her parents’ home, avoiding an encounter with the burglary criminal, which would lead to a more tragic incident. We will continue to follow up and report this unexpected incident at the scene.”
Aldrich had his bag taken from him on the street, and this time, for the first time, he encountered a burglary.
Naturally, he would not make a big announcement and call in all the reporters, but British reporters are very knowledgeable. The "insiders" in the reporter's mouth may come from the police, or from the property management of the community. Where did he get the news? Anyway, this night.
.A lot of people were busy.
Fleet Street, in particular, was really busy, even busier than Aldridge himself.
The editors-in-chief who worked overtime to finalize the news content of today's newspaper all worked overtime. They said basically the same thing to their employees, shouting against the clock: "All the Champions League game reports were taken off the front page and replaced with Aldrich Hall's bastard who suffered at home."
Plagiarized news!”
To be honest, Aldrich was considered a bastard by many newspaper executives in Fleet Street!
Over the years, I have been rejected countless times for exclusive interviews. How can I not hate it?
So, starting from the headquarters of large and small news media companies in Fleet Street, the news began to spread.
"That bastard Aldrich Hall's house was burglarized! Headlines!"
"That bastard Aldrich Hall's house was robbed! Hahaha, retribution!"
"Aldrich-Hall"
Every company was busy editing this news. By early morning, the whole of England, and even other parts of Europe, had learned the latest news from various channels: Aldrich Hall's home had been stolen!
At three o'clock in the morning, Aldrich was sleeping on the bed wearing a shirt and trousers. He came to Arthur's house just before dawn. He had always had his room here, and although the bed was a bit small, he had no problem sleeping alone.
.
Awakened by the phone call in a daze, Aldrich answered his personal phone. Celebrities always prepare at least two mobile phones, one is for normal work and communication, and the other is only known to the closest people.
His work phone is now turned off, as is his custom before bed, and his personal phone is on.
He grabbed the phone from the table and put it to his ear. He still had his eyes closed, and his consciousness was gradually waking up.
"Aldrich, good news. I have reached an agreement with the insurance company. If you cannot recover the lost property within three months, they will compensate you for all losses."
It is normal for the property in your home to be insured. As long as Aldrich is not defrauding the insurance company, the insurance company has its own team to do the same work as the police, because the insurance company does not trust the efficiency of the police. If they can recover the lost property, they can avoid compensation losses.
, if they can’t recover it, then they will settle the claim as usual.
Aldrich shouted into the phone in a low voice: "Andrew, this is bullshit good news! What I want is not money, what I want is my past, my medals of honor, my historical proof! Damn it! You
Don’t you have a lot of friends? Is there no such figure as the Godfather of the Underworld in London?”
"Well, there are a lot of gangsters, and I know a lot of gangsters in suits, but there are more than 5 million people in London."
Toot toot.
Aldrich hung up the phone.
Looking at the time, he had slept for less than 6 hours. He was woken up by the phone and couldn't fall asleep. He took a cigarette and an ashtray from the table. He leaned against the bedside with a cigarette in one hand and an ashtray in the other.
He puffed away the clouds with a slightly decadent expression.
Speaking of which, he has never stored any valuables at home. He is not like some rich people who hide mountains of gold and silver at home, such as some bearer bonds worth more than tens of millions of pounds. He will keep some cash at home.
It’s only tens of thousands of pounds. If you want to say what’s most expensive in the house, it must be the car in the garage, but the car in the house is the most expensive thing.
None of the cars were lost, and the car keys were hung in the window on the wall of the garage. It is estimated that the burglars did not expect to steal the car, and it is not convenient to steal the car. If you leave the community, you can climb over the wall, but you
It is impossible to fly over a wall with a car. You must take the right path. Then the risk of being photographed by surveillance, discovered and tracked by security guards will increase significantly.
What did he lose?
A few luxury watches and Yiwen's jewelry, which totaled more than 100,000 pounds, Aldrich didn't care about. If he found them missing, he would at most complain to the property management, scold the security guard for being incompetent, and call the police for letting a thief break into his home.
Definitely not.
However, he lost a safe.
Unlike some stars, Aldridge will set up a special exhibition room in his home, carefully decorate his honor trophies and medals and display them so that guests can visit them when they come to his home, and the owner can also take the opportunity to show them off.
Aldrich also didn't understand his motives, so he stored all the medals he had won in a safe.
Maybe he feels that he is not old enough to exhibit these things, and maybe he thinks that the villa will not be his residence forever, and that his destination should be somewhere else. This subconscious mind is unclear, but it affects his reality.
action.
How much are medals worth?
In his eyes, material value is negligible.
Simply talking about the material cost, it is not pure gold. How much is it worth?
But if it is auctioned, it will be really valuable. Because the value of the medals does not lie in the workmanship cost, but in that these medals are "cultural relics" in the football circle!
For example, how many Champions League medals and 1998 championship medals are there in total? Each piece carries its own historical significance and is unique. If Aldridge has nothing in the future and auctions off the medals, he can become a millionaire in an instant.
But for him, these medals are like proof of his past existence. Each one represents his efforts during that period, condensing struggle, passion, friendship, happiness, bitterness, hardship and everything.
He doesn't care how other people treat medals. For example, Mourinho can throw medals to fans. That's Mourinho's style. It has nothing to do with Aldridge. If it's not with his consent, he will feel uncomfortable if a stranger touches it.
It is a kind of stain. He once gave a medal to Aguero, but he felt that it would make that man
The meaning of a medal in my heart is even more unique, because that medal is likely to inspire Aguero's growth. If it comes true, when I recall it in the future, I will have a different and wonderful taste, not him.
Damn it, it was destroyed by bandits, sold off, circulated on the black market, or bought and collected by some rich man.
Aldrich was in a terrible mood. After smoking two cigarettes, he got up and walked into the bathroom in the bedroom, took a shower and shaved. He quickly returned to his usual spirit, still handsome and handsome, and smiled in the mirror.
He smiled, looking a little bitter. He raised his hand to play with his expression to make his smile look natural and soft.
Bert and Earl are also in the villa. As a man and a father, no matter how sad, angry or sad he is when he is alone, even if he bursts into tears, he must show his proper attitude in front of his family.
There is no way, who made him a man.
When he walked out of the bedroom, it was already time for lunch. He went downstairs and in the dining room, Arthur and Amelia were sitting at the dining table. Bert and Earl were also sitting there, eating honestly. The two little guys
I don’t know that my home was stolen, so I will probably stay here today. God knows how long it will take the London police to investigate and collect evidence.
Seeing Aldrich coming downstairs, Bert shouted: "Dad, why are you getting up now?"
Aldrich laughed and said: "Because I have become a little lazy like you today and want to sleep in bed for a while."
"I'm not lazy. When I got up, you were still sleeping. I scratched the soles of your feet, but you didn't respond."
"Haha, you dare to tease me? You are so courageous."
As he spoke, Aldrich came up behind Burt and tickled him with both hands. Earl helped Burt by getting out of his seat to retaliate and also tickled Aldrich's armpits.
After a while of commotion, Aldrich kissed his two sons on their foreheads, and then sat down at the dining table.
"Hehe, there's steak today. It's very good. I'll go get a bottle of red wine."
Aldrich got up and walked to the basement again, where there is a room dedicated to storing wine. When he came back, he poured himself a glass, then walked to Arthur and asked, "Do you want it?"
From the beginning, Aldrich felt strange. Arthur's expression was very serious, his head was lowered, and he was mumbling words that he could not hear clearly.
At this time, Arthur suddenly turned around, stood up, with an extremely solemn expression, patted Aldrich on the shoulder with one hand, and said in a heavy tone: "Child, I have confidence in you!"
Aldrich was confused and opened his mouth slightly, feeling baffled by Arthur's tone of entrusting him with matters behind him.
Amelia showed an impatient expression and curled her lips and said: "Crazy!"
Before Aldrich could ask questions, Arthur stood up and walked over to Bert, put a hand on Bert's shoulder, and said in a heavy tone: "Kid, I have confidence in you!"
Aldrich held the wine bottle with a frozen expression, and saw Arthur walking up to Earl again and repeating the actions and words just now.
Earl spoke, and the little guy put on a sullen face, pretending to be serious, and replied in a long voice: "I am also confident that I will let the world know Millwall again, and make every Millwall person proud of it and feel happy.
hapiness."
"This is?"
Aldrich turned to look at Amelia, only to see Amelia say impatiently: "He was filming a movie, and he was crazy. I looked at it, and he had three lines in total, and he had been practicing for almost three months.
The sentence just now is one of them, oh, what Baby Earl said should be your line, no, it is the line that the person playing you should say."
Aldrich suddenly understood and looked relieved. For a moment just now, he really thought Arthur was mentally ill.
After Arthur and Earl finished their lines, the grandfather and grandson high-fived each other in celebration. Then, the old gangster returned to his true colors, turning around and walking towards Aldrich with a smile that didn't deserve a beating.
"Eat, eat, Aldrich, come, come, have a drink, have a drink, don't be unhappy, I'm not going anywhere today, I'll drink with you at home."
Aldrich had just finished pouring him wine when Arthur suddenly looked up and asked, "How was my performance just now?"
"Not really, more like the last words before life and death."
"Isn't it? That means we still need to improve? Child, child? Child!"
He began to immerse himself in the world of performing arts again.
Amelia rolled her eyes and lamented: "Oh my god, is it over yet? If you ask me, just find a serious actor to play him." (To be continued...)
